#peter kavinsky fiction

[viscountoflondon]

College Kavinsky 2.0

You drove down the street stressed that you were late. You arrive the restaurant and send an I’m here text waiting for him to respond as you sit in the car. When 5 minutes pass you think nothing of it but when it gets to 15 minutes you don’t why but your stomach sinks.

“Hello?” you say as he picked up and was silent  

“Y/L/N?” “Yea?” you confirm turning down the volume in the car, you hear a lot of commotion in the background

“Shit sorry Y/L/N”

“Ohhh kayyyy” you were getting stood up. “Shit happened in the club emergency meeting and I just lost track of time I was gonna text”

You interrupt “I understand” 

“I’m sorry” “Thanks” you respond nonchalantly “is everything okay?” you ask hearing a yelling match go on 

“I can’t really talk now mind if I call later maybe we can hang out. I will make it up to you I promise” 

“Sure” you respond in a flat tone “don’t stress about it, just call me back when you can” “Great thanks Y/L/N” 

You sigh and look up. Did you just get stood up or was he playing the forgot lets hangout at your place possibly hook up game?

“Babes? What are you doing here?” Ivy asks you 

You shrug “Peter couldn’t make it” 

“Oh shit what did he say?” 

“I don’t know something happened he lost track of time” You scoff taking off your shoes.“Some bullshit. Make up wasted, outfit down the drain” 

“Aww don’t be like that” she pouts opening her arms for your to hug 

You smile and give her one “Yeeaaa, i think he stood me up” “He wouldn’t do that!” she insists 

“Well only time will tell Ivanna, only time will tell. I’m gonna go lay down” “Okay I’m here to talk if you want” 

Ivy knew this wasn’t going as planned but she knew Peter just wouldn’t fake it like that only to stand you up she texted Cam only to be ignored for hours as well and he confirmed the same thing Peter said fight etc...

You agree one more time to meet Peter over the next weekend, it wasn’t the best time for you two but Peter really wanted to see you. So the best you could do was agree to a coffee date 2 hours max because you both had obligations after 

“Hey!” he says walking in 

“Hi” you greet smiling at him. He had managed to ease away the wall you immediately built up after last weekend 

“Man you know all the cool places, I thought we were gonna meet at starbucks or something” “Nope!” you emphasis the P “they have good coffee, bagels, and treats” 

“I don’t even know what to get I normally get my coffee from starbucks and its some latte shit” “Ooh I can order for you is  your starbucks order sweet or not” 

He shrugs “i don’t know like regular sweet” 

“Perfect, want a bite or?” “I’ll follow your recommendation boss” You blush “Here” he hands you his card “I’m gonna find a seat place is kinda packed” 

You nod and wait for your order to come out. It doesn't take more than 10 minutes. When he sees you approaching with the items he gets up to help you. 

“Here is your order” you say, handing him his bagel and coffee while you take yours. “I got you a bacon egg and cheese bagel, NY Style and a Half White/ Half reg Mocha, latte.” “MMM! So good!” he says taking a sip of his drink

You smile “I have to stop myself from coming here everyday.” 

“What do you have?” “Oh i have a white mocha caramel brulee iced latte and a cheddar bacon bagel with cream cheese, classics” 

“Classic kind of girl” “I try new things sometimes I just like the classics you know can’t go wrong” He nods in agreement mouth full of food “So how have you been?” you ask cautiously  “everything okay?”  you pay attention to his mannerisms 

He sighs “yea, i can’t say much but one of the sophomores got into a fight at the bar and the guy wanted to press charges it was crazy” 

“Oh wow!” 

He takes in a deep breath “I can’t wait for this to be over”

You tilt your head and look at him “I thought you liked being in a frat” 

“I do but I don’t at the same time. It’s a lot you know. You have to like  micromanage the freshmen and some sophomores make sure their are passing their classes, mentor them, Because that affects our metrics. Teach them to not be creeps. Some haven’t had a girlfriend and don’t know how to manage a full house with many girls and you know they make stupid stupid mistakes sometimes.” he eats a little before speaking “You know whats funny the brother I looked up to when I was a freshman said the same thing I am saying now and I thought he was just had a shitty attitude but this shit wears you down” “Sounds rough” you give him a sympathetic look “Don’t get me wrong it's good it can be great, it really can, but i put in a lot of work last year being the social chair. I’ve never networked as much as I did so much so I hate when people recognize me now”

“Really? I thought you liked the spotlight” 

“Yea I kinda wanna be invisible sometimes” 

“Aww” you pout seeing the exhaustion in his expression 

“But I can manage for 2 more years and then barely look back, that is my mantra now” 

You beam at him “You got this Kavinsky” 

He smiles “I will if you continue to be by my side” 

“You’re so cheesy”  You blush looking 

“Only for you Y/L/N” 

“So I was thinki..” You’re interrupted “OMG PETER IS THAT YOU?” You hear looking back to see Olivia and a few of her friends, you wave back at them as they waved first/ She walks over “Y/N What are you guys doing here?” 

“Talking” he says matter of factly answering for you 

“Ooooo about?” she  wiggles her eyebrows while sitting next to him  “oh mind if wejoin?” “Actually we were just” 

“Yoo Peetterrr” You hear Sean calls to him 

You see the annoyed expression on his face 

“Pull up a chair guys” Olivia instructs her friends

“So much for some alone time”  he mumbles you hear it and refrain from laughing

You look down at your phone after receiving a text 

Peter 🥰: Sorry about this

Y/N: its okay 

You look up and smile at him, he responds by giving you a sympathetic smile. You two sit in a circle, with one of Olivia’s friends sitting in between you two? How that happened you don’t know. Peter kind of gets caught up in the conversation that he doesn’t realize time is passing but you did because you had a tutoring session and you couldn’t be late for that.

“Guys I have to go, tutor session” “What are you getting tutoring for?” One of Olivia’s friends ask slyly you peep that 

YOu smirk “I don’t get tutoring sessions I am the tutor 3 years now” “Oh” you see the sly smirk fall “And I’m getting paid to do it so I can’t be late my client is waiting for me, talk to you guys later it was nice meeting yall” 

“Nice meeting you too”

“Oh shit I gotta go I’m late” “Where you off to Kavinksy.” “I gotta go to practice’ Although stanford didn’t have a men’s lacrosse team Peter was able to try out and join a club where they had frequent games, like a norcal. 

Oh yea, text me Mark wants to go over somethings later tonight “Will do Y/L/N wait up girl” 

You smile and wait by the door. “Bye guys” 

See Ya! He throws the peace sign as he walks out 

You two walk to your cars he had parked next to you  “I’m sorry about that”  Peter comments

“It’s okay Peter can’t control everything” He smiles “you're awesome, I gotta run but I’ll text you okay?” 

“Yea drive safe, remember the building is not running away from you” He gives you a quick peck on the cheek and runs to the drivers side of his jeep. 

You two meet again at yet another frat party. Besides the brief interactions on campus it was really the frat party where you two could interact 

Y/L/N what time did you get here why didn’t you text me

I just got here

“Cool cool, whats your poison tonight” “A few shots” 

KAVINSKY You both turn

Mark motions him over with his head I’ll be back 

You run into Olivia and her cheerleading crew you hang out with them a bit before you leave and move around the room 

There you are babes. I need a dance partner and Cam won’t do it with me

“Ummm” you chuckle “I’m not dancing” “Don’t act like you didn’t teach me how to salsa, come on pleeeaasssee just a few songs, here lets take some shots 

“Noooo” “Yesss and then like 3-4 songs” 

“FOUR?!” 

“Okay three and then i will leave you alone” 

“Deal” 

You smile the alcohol works through you dance with her to the songs glad the third one is ending as you could see glimpses of Peter watching you. The songs switch tempo to a bachata song. 

She holds onto you tight “One morree pleeasseee”

“Peter is watching” you mention not liking his attention 

She smiles “Good so is Cam lets get them all worked up”  she winks. You can’t help but laugh and follow her lead, she pulls you in close dancing as a couple as you two move around on the dance floor. A few spins for you both a little foot work. The song ends and you’re glad its over with so that you can get away from the middle away from the attention(Peter’s) 

“Whoo I need some water” you think as you reach into the icebox

“I didn’t know you could dance Y/L/N” you hear Peter’s voice You turn to face him and you feel your face flush with embarrassment as he walks to you slowly  “I.......don’t?” He motions behind him “so what was that?” “Oh i was following Ivy’s lead” you explain trying to hide your smile He chuckles “LIAR” 

You smile and walk away from the crowd in the kitchen, he follows you to the backyard. “I know a spot we can talk come on” he grabs your hand 

You two walk a bit away from the house near the fence you find a bench 

“How you been?” he asks moving your hair behind so he could see your face

“Busy like you”  He hums in agreement 

“I wanna take you out to dinner” he says while playing with your fingers a little nervous you will say no 

“Do i need to dress up?” you ask 

He shrugs “Sort of”

“When?”

He smiles “You tell me gorgeous” 

“Yo Kavinsky” you hear from the distance 

“Oh my gooodddd”

You giggle 

“I gotta question” the guy says as he stands in front of you two 

“Shoot” he answers nonchalantly 

Another guy walks up “KAVINSKYYYY! What’s up bro?” he shouts as he gets closer 

You hear him groan “Michael how you doin?!” 

“Oh shit didn’t mean to interrupt” 

“It’s okay” you go to stand up to walk away but Peter tightens his grip on your hips 

You look at him and smiles at you, before looking at the freshmen “what was your question” 

“Oh i wanted to know...” you fade away

“Finally okay about dinner”

KAVINSKY he Mark calls 

“I can’t fucking take this” it shocks you when you see him irritated “WHAT?” 

“HURRY UP I GOTTA TALK TO YOU ABOUT SOMETHING!” 

“It’s okay Peter”

“I’m gonna lose my fucking mind” he runs his hand down his face frustrated 

“So Dinner I am free Saturday evening and Sunday evening after 3pm”

“Cool I’ll pick you up at 5, I gotta go I’m sorry.” He pecks your cheek before running towards the house. You sit on the bench and contemplate ponder. Your conversation with Peter was mostly done via text. I mean the times you two were around each other it seemed that you two were constantly interrupted how would this work. At least with Cam and Ivy he made time for her. How could it work if Peter didn’t? That was tomorrows problem because tonight you were laughing at the antics in front of you. 

“You guys are cute you look up it was Olivia” 

“Oh Olivia! Whats up?  you scoot over so she could sit next to you 

She sits down before saying “Nothing just commenting on you two love birds”  she teases “So what you two discuss?”

“Oh” you blush “Peter wants to take me out to dinner”

She smiles “Really when?” 

You shrug “Next weekend I think” 

“Think he’s gonna make it official?” she asks 

“I don’t know maybe or maybe he just wants the chance to get to know me better no interruptions” you say 

“Yea thats possible”  she smiles. You two talk about other things before she too gets up and leaves. You hang out in your spot a bit longer feeling the last effects of the shots starting to fade before you decide to leave it was late you had to study all that shabang. You push your way through the crowd and see Peter having a very deep conversation it didn’t seem like an interruption from you would be appropriate at the moment so you send him a text. He wished you had done so, it would have given him an excuse to get out of that stupid discussion 

Next weekend arrived and this time Peter was not late. In fact he was early. 

You hear a knock on the door and look down at the clock. It's 4:30 why would he be here at 4:30? You were just finishing up the final touches of your makeup. You throw on a robe and  rush down the stairs tidy up the best you can before opening the door

“Kavinsky, you’re early 

“Early bird gets the worm” he stands with his hands behind the back 

“Do you wanna come in sorry for the mess

“Laundry adorned the couch as you were mid washing cycle and didn’t feel like carrying it up all the way to your room 

He scoffs looking around “Its nothing compared to the (frat) house you know that.” He pulls you in “how are you?”

Oh you blush “I’m good” 

“I got you these” He pulls the bouquet from behind his back 

You can't help but to grin “Aww Peter you didn’t have to!” 

“It’s my pleasure 

You smile and walk towards the kitchen “want something to drink?”  you ask as you place them in a vase. “I’ll read this later” you say as you place the card down

“I’ll take some water” 

“Okay, I’ll be right back. I don’t wanna be late I promise I’ll be down in 10 minutes” you say as you run up the steps

“No problem take your time!”

“Okay I’m ready” your heels go clacking against the wooden floor as you walk down the stairs. “12 minutes a little late.”

He smiles at you holding his hand out “Right on time to me. WOW look at you!” He holds your hand up so you can do a little spin 

You smile as you stop facing him “I look okay? i can change”

“Don’t I love those on you: he comments speaking of your heels  

You look around and see that one of your panties laid on the floor you hoped Peter didn’t notice and you become extremely bashful. “Okay let's go” you open your clutch  “keys, wallet. phone. Good all in there”

During the ride there Peter held your hand and sang a few songs on his playlist you laughed and snapped a few videos

“You gotta post those” he says when you’re done

You end up 1 hour away from your apartment in Berkeley, CA 

You see the sign Welcome To Berkeley, California when you turn to Peter “We are in Berkley” 

“Yes ma'am” You give him a look “I’ll explain when we get there”, 15 minutes later he pulls into a parking lot of a restaurant that had all the romance vibes. 

“Wow Peter this is” you look around “thank you” 

He smiles looking at you taking it all in “it’s my pleasure” 

The waiter comes and you two place your order. The conversation is surface level, until you were both done and now waiting for dessert. 

“Ummmm” the waiter interrupts looking bashful “I have drinks” 

“Oh” you look down at the drinks and back up at Peter who also looked confused “We didn’t order those”

She blushes even more “I know but um there is a couple around who wanted to buy you two drinks said you guys were so cute and I agree” she smiles 

“Oh” you smile and look around to see if you could tell who it was but you couldn’t  “tell them thank you!” 

“Absolutely!” 

Peter picks up his drink and you follow suit “Salud to us to life and to the lovely couple:  you raise your glasses in the air, clinking them lightly and taking a sip. 

You two stare at each other while he routinely kisses your knuckles while he holds a smitten look on his face

You blush before speaking “So we drove to Berkely an hour away because?”

He sighs and sits up rubbing his thumb over yours “I really like you Y/N” wow you didn’t know you could like the sound of him saying your first name as much as you did your last name “And I didn’t want any interruptions. I want to just focus on you, on us, I wanna make sure we are on the same page” he smiles before placing a soft kiss on your knuckles  You blush “Are we not on the same page?” “I think we are but, now I get to talk to you, like really talk to you without someone fucking recognizing me” 

“I honestly thought you loved that” He huffs “I am starting to hate it. I can't even get a moment to think, only time is after practice, at the library when I've locked myself in a room and late at night, when everyone’s asleep and the house is mostly quiet. But  then i can’t sleep because i’m trying to catch up on my thoughts, like oh I forgot to watch the tiktok you sent, coach sent us a schedule for next week” You reach over and caress his face “it will be over soon Peter” you try to sooth his frustrations

“I have dessert for you two” 

The waiter brought a plate, you watch as she places it down. Letters adorn the plate ‘Will you be my girlfriend?’ It reads you look down then back up at Peter. 

“What do you say Y/N Y/L/N” he asks moving the hair from your face as he leans in closer in and speaks softly “Will you be my girl?” he pushes the hair behind your ear and caresses your cheek “I would love to be yours” 

“Peter” you say above a whisper 

“I need an answer baby” he insists in the most sultry voice you’ve heard from him so far

God when will you stop blushing you think before answering “Yes I would love to” 

He smiles and gently pulls you towards him and gives you a peck on your lips. Your first kiss A feeling he knows he will become addicted to. 

When you pull away you take it all in “You planned all this”

He smiles leaning back and taking scooping some of his dessert and eating it “I did for you, for us like I said”  

“You’re so thoughtful thank you Peter” 

“I wanted to” he smirks smuggly knowing his mission was accomplished  You blush “what is it?” he chuckles 

“Nothing” you smile looking away from him 

“I wanna be with you in ways that I haven’t felt in a long time” he pauses “I wanna be there when you’re sad, mad, happy i want to experience those things with you” 

You smile slyly “Even if i’m mad at you?” 

“Even if, because I know that we can talk it out and be better”

“You’re such a romantic”

“Can’t blame me, anyone would be especially when it comes to you” 

You smile 

His phone pings and he looks down at it and huffs. You're quickly brought back to reality which was Peter’s availability. 

You look away from him feeling a sort of dread, what if this would be the first and last time he did this for you. Not that you were wanting him to drive an hour and spend hundreds of dollars but what if this was it do you savor the moment or do you...

“Y/N!” 

Your head snaps to look at him “Yea?” 

“You okay?” 

“Yes!”  you smile

“Tell me amore” he caresses your hands again 

‘Amore’  God why is this happening to me I can’t be going through this rollercoaster of emotions 

“Oh I’m okay” 

“You looked sad what is it?” You shake your head “Oh i was just thinking” 

“About tell me” he insists pulling your hand to his mouth again for more kisses

“I just got too lost in thought and started thinking about the people I’m tutoring” you chuckle nervously, avoiding eye contact 

“You sure?”  he asks feeling as if you weren’t telling him the truth 

Yea you lean in to give him a kiss “I’m sure” 

The night was perfect, you think to yourself, no need to ruin it by overthinking things. You to finish and head back to your place. The car ride is filled with jokes and funny stories. 

 “So do you wanna come in do you have time?” you ask as he parks in front of your house 

He looks at his watch and nods “yea” he had to be back to the house within 30 minutes but he was sure he could make because it only took 10 minutes to get there from your house

“Oooo” the girls say in unison  

“You guys are back finally” Ivy comments 

“Peter, you know Ivy but  these are my other roommates Daniella and Willow” 

He salutes them “Nice to meet you two” 

“I was gonna give him a quick tour is that okay?” you ask 

“Yes it is! Welcome to our home Peter, nuestra casa es su casa!” Daniella comments 

“Thanks!” 

“He’s cute!”  you hear them whisper as you go up the steps 

“We can hear you!” You say and they giggle 

“So you've seen the kitchen and dining area” 

“Daniella and Willow occupy the 2nd floor” you say as you stop in the common space “we have a common area with TV also just in case someone wants to watch american horror stories and the other real housewives of beverly hills, and then their bedrooms are across from each other ensuite bathrooms, closets towels linen etc.” 

“Okay okay he looks around taking it in” 

“And” you walk further down the hall up to a third set of stairs. “This is my bedroom:  you say as you walk in you noticed the pile of laundry sitting by the door and didn’t pay it any mind

“I have the attic” 

“Wow”  he comments your space was cozy

“You like?” 

“It's very cozy I love it”

Warm lights and fake candles adorned your space 

“I have a desk over there you point to the desk across your bed, small lounge area where I can kinda crash and watch my own TV you point to the small sectional, slept on this sectional so many times, my lovely bed catches all my dreams, closet,I have shoe problem, don’t comment, and bathroom.” 

He nods taking it all in “This is dope, lots of space too”  you smile in response “And where is Ivy’s room” 

“Oh she has the basement”

“Cool, cool” 

“Yea the attic and basement are both bigger so since the previous seniors left we took the rooms over Ivy said she wasn’t gonna walk up all those steps”  

“I like it, it fits you” 

“Really how so?” not understanding what about your room fit you

“Warm and cozy thats how i feel when we are together, like i have safe space with you” he says matter of factly 

“Oh that's sweet of you”  you plop down on the bed, your feet hurting from wearing heels one inch too high for your comfort 

He smiles and walks over to you squating down “I got you, let me get these off” he works the clasps on each shoe and gently removes the heels

“I still don't know how you walk in these” he says looking at the heel 

“One step in front of the other, you can just drop them there” you point at a space near you 

He does so “Speaking of dropping” he picks up a pair of lace panties on the floor a pair you had just washed

“Oh my god!” you snatch it from him and shove it under the pillow “you didn’t see those” 

“Those look good kinda”  he reaches for them and you push him away giggling “ wanna see them on you” “Peter!” 

“What you’re my girl now, don’t need to hide anything” he grabs your hand “come here” 

You feel your face flush as he pulls you in. He moves the hair out of your face as looks down at you. “You’re so beautiful Y/N” 

You smile “not as handsome as you”  you manage to say before he leans down and gives you a kiss. This time it wasn’t just a peck, it was soft slow nothing rushed, he cradled your jaw and face, you feel light circle sensations on your cheek as he simultaneously pulls you in closer. You feel like you’re gonna faint his lips are so soft, you let him kiss you deeply, tongue exploring your mouth, you feel as if he is breathing you in taking your breath away your grip on his arms tightens, he pulls away slowly softly returning for another make out session only allowing you a few seconds to catch your breath as he peppered small pecks your lips he couldn’t resist he just needed to feel your lips on him once again  you don’t know how long you two kissed but you both jump when his phone rings. 

It had been 30 minutes and Mark was now calling his phone. He looks at the caller ID “Oh shit i gotta go amore” 

“Its okay” he leans in for another kiss you giggle “Peter you’re gonna get in trouble”

“Its worth it!” he declares 

You lightly push at his chest and reach up to wipe the remnants of your lipstick from his face and lips “you gotta go handsome” 

He rolls his eyes “trying to get rid of me” he argues 

“Nope you grab his hand trying to get you out of trouble” you counter 

He smiles and walks down the steps with you 

You walk him to the car he leans in one more time for a kiss you both smile as you giggle “you gotta go”  you whisper softly pushing him in the car 

“One more for good measure” he comments pulling you into his jeep and holding you tight

You give him a quick peck and push away quickly “you gotta go text me” you say closing the door 

A round of “oooooos” erupts as you walk into the house. You roll your eyes “seriously guys?”

“What you brought an adonis into our home and we cant cheer for you pshh you deserve it girly pop” Willow comments 

You smile thanks “oh i forgot i didn’t read the note” you state seeing it sit on the flowers , you slowly open it and it reads “thinking of you forever and always” you read outloud “Awwwww” they all say in unison

“Damn, what do i have to do to get�� a boyfriend like that?” Daniella asks 

“You smile be yourself” 

A/N: Please Reblog, like but you don't have permission to copy. Let me know what you think, remember I am sensitive about my shit.

[summa-of-love]

Peter Kavinsky

First seen in To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before, Peter is the love interest to main character Lara Jean Covey for two more films, and has recently been seen in the spinoff show Xo, Kitty. He is a genuine, modern day gentleman, and is one of the main reasons that my mother and I love to rewatch the films constantly.

Wonderfully done fake dating trope! Plus messy crushes, funny sisters, and so much good communication

[chickflickswithgabbyandamy]

Season 2, Episode 7 | To All the Boys I've Loved Before (2018)

What better way to celebrate the beginning of spring than with a teenage romcom? To All the Boys I've Loved Before tells the story of Lara Jean Covey, a romance-novel-loving teen who writes (but does not send) love letters to her crushes. When those unsent letters get delivered to her crushes, she tries to avoid total embarrassment by entering into a fake relationship with one of the recipients of the letters, a popular boy named Peter Kavinsky. Will real feelings develop? Of course! But the inevitability of their love does not detract from the enjoyment of watching it develop. Gabby and Amy discuss the many delights of this recent YA adaptation and make a case for its inclusion in the new chick flick canon.

https://chickflicks.libsyn.com/to-all-the-boys-ive-loved-before

[lunar190]

Título: Professor.

Contagem de palavras: 495 palavras.

|S/n Collalto|

Eu e Peter acontecemos literalmente por um tur na faculdade, ele me chamou para sair no final do mesmo dia.

Eu jurei que não iríamos passar de amigos, era mais que óbvio que não ia funcionar, os sorrisos de canto dele me deixaram boba toda vez que ele sorria.

A química com ele também parecia ser constante.

Talvez isso fosse a melhor coisa do mundo enquanto eu não fosse aluna dele, médico com notas boas no final da faculdade formado em neurologia o garoto prodígio da faculdade, logo em seguida o professor jovem e promissor, sem contar no salário absurdo, isso soa interesse, para alguém que não sabe dos riscos e dos sentimentos.

Psicologia só tinha uma matéria com ele, é três aulas por semana, nós sempre estávamos juntos fora da faculdade de qualquer jeito.

_Amor, fala como isso acontece?_ Perguntei soltando a caneta na bancada.

_São só as terminações nervosas._ Ele respondeu sem tirar os olhos do que ele cortava.

_Não faz sentido._ Fechei o livro e me levantei indo para o outro lado e parando do lado dele, o olhando.

_Oque não entendeu?_ Ele perguntou me olhando depois de terminar.

_Não quero falar de cérebros e como eles funcionam agora._ Falei saindo do lado dele.

_Então vamos falar de que exatamente?_ Ele perguntou colocando oque ele cortava na panela com uma sopa ou molho?

_O que está fazendo?_ Perguntei, olhando para dentro da mesma.

_Massa e molho._ Ele respondeu.

_ Já pensou que essa é a última semana que vamos ter que nós ver na faculdade?_ Perguntei me sentando na bancada, ele logo se enfiou entre as minhas pernas.

_Sim, eu sei, contei todos os dias, é só faltam apenas duas semanas para a sua formatura._ Ele falou e eu ri concordando.

_Quase no final, agora só apresentar a tese, é depois somente os adolescentes traumáticos._ Falei aliviada.

_Sim é aí eu vou te levar para todos os lugares, andar de mãos dadas, nós almoços de família, até nos termos a nossa._ Ele falou empolgado.

_Ei calma aí, até a parte de almoço em família, eu concordo mas já falamos sobre a regra dos vinte e cinco._ Falei e esperei ele falar.

_Filhos só depois dos vinte e cinco anos._ Ele falou com a voz fina me imitando.

_Sim, por tanto, ainda temos dois anos e meio._ Falei.

_Veremos, eu vou te convencer até o ano que vem._ Ele falou presunçoso e eu ri dele.

_Amor, não vai não, até eu ter o meu patrimônio nós seremos apenas um casal._ Falei é ele bufou.

_Eu sei._ Ele respondeu compreensivo.

_Que clima pessado, não era para ficar assim._ Falei o puxando para mais perto, ele sorriu e me deu um selinho casto.

_Já disse que te amo, hoje?_ Ele perguntou sorrindo e eu não pude deixar de sentir meu coração quentinho.

_Disse._ Respondi o abraçando, enquanto o puxava para um beijo.

Eu amava cada detalhe da existência desse homem.

▪︎▪︎▪︎

Só porquê eu amo a ideia do Kavinsky.

Vote, por favor.

🚩

[geekgirl531]

When Lara Jean said “I don’t want to be with a boy whose heart belongs to someone else. Just once, I want to be somebody else’s first choice.”

And Peter Kavinsky said “God, you were never second best.”

That’s when I realized what makes Peter Kavinsky fictional is that there is no man on this earth that can match him

[piastri-fvx]

Who I write for.

Formula One!

Lando Norris.

Charles Leclerc.

Oscar Piastri.

Ollie Bearman.

Carlos Sainz.

Alex Albon.

Franco Colapinto.

Logan Sargeant.

Max Verstappen.

Kimi Antonelli.

Sebastian Vettel.

Pierre Gasly.

Esteban Ocon.

Formula Two!

Arthur Leclerc.

Dino Beganovic.

Arvid Lindblad.

Luke Browning.

Musicians!

Niall Horan.

Harry Styles.

Liam Payne.

Louis Tomlinson.

Zayn Malik.

FC Barcelona!

Pablo Gavi.

Pedri González.

Lamine Yamal.

Pau Cubarsí.

Héctor Fort.

Chelsea!

João Félix.

Marc Guiu.

German National Team!

Florian Wirtz.

Jamal Musiala.

Other football players!

Kenan Yildiz.

Jude Bellingham.

Actors!

Noah Centineo.

Louis Partridge.

Andrew Garfield.

Dylan O'brien.

Tom Holland.

Fictional Characters!

Peter Kavinsky.

Spiderman.

Peter Parker.

Percy Jackson!

Percy Jackson.

Leo Valdez.

Luke Castellan.

Nico Di Angelo.

Influencer!

Matt Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo

[poppletonink]

Review: To All The Boys I've Loved Before

★★★★★ - 5 stars

"My life was a mess but I could clean my room."

To All The Boys I've Loved Before is a teen rom-com with a very important message: never write love letters you don't intend to send.

It tells the story of Lara Jean Covey: the love-obsessed teenager that exists within every rom-com lover, an introvert with a sole friend and an undeniable addiction to The Golden Girls. Lara Jean has had five crushes, all of whom have a letter addressed to them tucked away in a turquoise box - letters she never intended to send. Somehow, the letters are out and Lara Jean finds herself in a romance drama of her own making, and in a fake relationship with one of the most popular boys in school: Peter Kavinsky...

Despite what could be argued as the overuse of the fake dating trope within romantic fiction circles, To All The Boys is a prime example of why this trope still stands, through Jenny Han's exquisite development of the relationship between Peter and Lara Jean. Through the outstanding acting of Lana Condor and Noah Centino, this film is a perfect depiction of the conflicting nightmare of teenage crushes and the heartwarming feelings associated with first love.

Even with romance as the focus of the film, the friendships that are developed throughout are just as beautiful and meaningful. Whether it's the unlikely friendship between Chris and Lara Jean or the sibling-like bond between Peter and Kitty, the audience sees a type of love that breaks expectations and creates hilarious moments. To All The Boys I've Loved Before shows that relationships hold an importance within life no matter what form they are in, something that isn't seen enough in rom-coms.

Funny and well-written, with relatable characters and a swoonworthy love story, To All The Boys I've Loved Before is a must watch for every hopeless romantic out there.

[bibibusinessman]

Wishing a happy Valentine’s Day to all my fictional crushes

Jason Todd

Jordan Li

Bellamy Blake

Peter Kavinsky

Percy Jackson

Annabeth chase

Claudia du pointe du lac idk if that’s her last name)

MJ

Hobie Brown

Spider Gwen

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Mulan

Li Shang

Tiana

Harley Quinn

Poison Ivy

Cat woman

Hughie

Kimiko

Sirius Black

Remus lupin

Minho

[cantstoptheimagines]

If Fictional Characters Had Instagram…

Lara Jean Covey and Peter Kavinsky from To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before (2018 to 2021)

[viscountoflondon]

College Kavinsky 1.0

This story is based on 3 years post college admissions (So he’s a junior now). Peter and Lara Jean are not together; they broke up amicably (I am Covinksy stan but let a girl have a maladaptive daydream).

Reader is an afro latina curvy girl (Midsize or plus size the choice is yours) however as we have read multiple fan fiction and fictional books we all imagine ourselves as main character so feel free to do so 🥰

I’m sensitive about my shit but i hope you like it 

Warnings: curse words, slight vulgarity.

GIF credits below

“Where’s Y/N, where’d she go?” Peter asked, looking around for you he was hoping for an opportunity to talk to you, seeing your last interaction was a bit awkward. 

“Oh she left?” Ivy  (your roommate) 

“Why?” he asks taking a sip of his beer 

“Oh that's because Cameron (Ivy’s boyfriend) said it was invite only” Ivy answers 

Tonight the Fraternity was throwing a party, post new chapter  president, vice president, treasurer, secretary, and social chair as the previous seniors had graduated. 

Peter had been mentioned as the new Treasurer a promotion from social chair and Cameron his best friend was given the position as Secretary as the board recognized Cameron’s efforts in assisting his pledge brother and best friend in chapter activities. 

“CAM WHAT THE HELL?!” He asked giving Cameron an incredulous look 

“Sorry shit I didn’t even think about it.” he shrugged in response You had helped Ivy and the other girlfriends set up for the party post the event, and typically this party was the only by invite only party due to the fact that the new leaderships would be discussing exciting plans for the new year and only long term girlfriends and family would be invited back to the Frat house. But honestly the new chapter leadership always got to invite who they wanted. Anyway 2 hours had passed and there was no way you were making your way back to the house. 

Honestly you had no idea what she was talking about during your last interaction all Peter said was he liked your shoes and boy did Ivy scold you. Ivy knew Peter liked you; she didn’t want to tell you because it was like a secret between her, Cam, and Peter, however you were convinced she was a sucker for love looking at your recent interaction with rose colored glasses. 

~Flashback~

“Why didn’t you say something back?” 

“I did, I said thank you” “You were supposed to say oh thanks i like your watch your chain i don’t fucking know follow up with something!” you open your mouth to protest but she continues “What do guys like?” 

You shrug “Cars, sports, fishing” you shrug not understanding her question 

“So a guy complimenting your shoes would mean?” 

“He thinks they are cool” you feel the thud of the pillow hit your body “HEY!” 

“You are impossible! I am setting you up with one of the finest men on campus! And you fumble the damn play” 

You roll your eyes and huff looking up to the ceiling “I think you are looking into this too much” 

“I AM NOT!” she stresses

“Ivanna, why would Peter want me?” 

“WHY WOULDN’T HE LOOK AT YOU! YOU’RE HOT IN FACT” she moves closer “MANY GUYS HAVE ASKED ME ABOUT YOU ESPECIALLY WHEN WE GO OUT TOGETHER!” she grabs your shoulders, shaking you a bit hoping to shake some sort of sense in your brain. 

You hold a look of confusion “what?” you respond slightly above a whisper

“YES PEOPLE HAVE ASKED ME ABOUT YOU!” she takes in a deep breath to calm down realizing she was a bit too passionate “Guys have asked me if you have a boyfriend , can I hook them up, but I didn’t because they are fuck boys. Peter is not”

“So Peter asked you to hook us up?” “NO!” she responds quickly hoping she didn’t give away her scheme

Your brow quirks “okay so what makes you believe that he likes me?” “A girl knows things” “Uh-Huh” you smirk and walk away to grab the wine bottle. 

“So next time you see him”You interrupt “If there is a next time”

“Oh there will be trust me” You roll your eyes “you need to work that charm”

You squeal “Ow” you say in response to her pinching your side 

“And you need to work your charm, tu entiendes?” 

“SI! Damn!” 

“GREAT” she smiles

“So can we discuss the party now? How was it?” “Actually it was okay” She shrugs boring kinda because it was like a meeting with beer and food and games involved. 

“Oh” 

“Yea” she says snuggling into your side and focuses on the movie ahead. 

It has been almost 3 years since your last relationship. Things were said to you that made you question yourself, question the value you could add in a relationship etc, so it was hard that, the Peter Kavinsky, one of the most popular frat brothers on campus, liked you.  I mean you’ve seen the previous relationships/situationships/hookup girls they looked nothing like you so much so when Ivy hinted at him liking you made you think she was the most delusional person on this planet called earth. 

She was right, there was a next time, this time it was the homecoming party and as we know each frat house would partner up and try to outdo not only the previous year but make it a party that no one ever stopped talking about. 

“You have to come to the party!” Ivy insists 

“Ivy, it’s gonna be a lot of people” “SO!?” 

“Sooo, .......ugh......... I will come” you finally give in after she begged you for 2 days to go after your initial ‘no’

“YAY! Lets go shopping!” 

“Okay!”

In true homecoming fashion you both had to adorn Stanfords alma mater colors. You both decide on an outfit that suits you best. Your body is buzzing with anxiety as you both get ready. Last minute runs to get nails, eyebrows done, running to the liquor store to get pregame (A/N: drink responsibly), running to grocery store to get last minute late night snacks(Ice cream, chips, fruit, cookies). 

“Ready?!” Ivy asks you taking the last sip of her chaser “As I will ever be!” you respond 

She smiles and links arms together as you both walk out to meet your uber driver (A/N:  don’t drink and drive) 

As you pull up to the house the line extends way beyond what you initially thought. 

“OMG! Ivy” you look at the line feeling very overwhelmed and intimidated how were all these people going to fit in that house? How many kegs did they even buy to be sufficient for all these people? Isn’t there like a fire code or something? When the lines were small the house was packed you can’t even imagine all of them fitting.

“I know how it looks but trust me it’s gonna be fun!” she beams at you “Let me text Cameron” 

In a few minutes he appears from the front “HI BABY!” she jumps in his arms “Look who I convinced to come” they both look at you

“Y/N! Glad you made it” he says giving you a side hug

“Yea, thanks for the invite.” you smile still feeling like this was a bad idea. To be fair you never attended any of the homecoming parties or activities. Too many people, drunk people, pissed people, sad people, happy people, everyone everywhere it just wasn’t your thing, 

“Come on!” he says, ushering you two in you hear some groans and curse words as you two were allowed in. Inside the house you can breathe a little. It wasn't even full yet a few extra bodies were floating around, certainly not what you imagined. You hear the president give an order to move one Keg out to the backyard. Another voice is heard confirming all rooms are locked and secure. 

“Alright last meeting!”  You hear as you feel Ivy pull you back  “We know the mission?” Mark the president comments 

They respond “EPIC PARTY, EPIC FRAT HOUSE! TOP FRATERNITY OF STANFORD!” They cheer “LETS GOOO!!!” you look around and see Peter joining the cheering

“AND PLEASE NO GIRLS IN THE ROOMS I DON’T CARE HOW MUCH YOUR DICKS GET HARD SEND THEM HOME!” Sean the Vice President adds in making them all laugh 

“Here we go '' Ivy whispers to you as they open the door, in a moment the room quickly gets filled up the music is so loud the base in the speakers is vibrating through you. You watch as people grab cups, grab bottles of beer, grab the premade jello shots and make their way to the dance floor as you nurse your liquor punch? That's what they called it anyway. 

After a while your body loosens up you start to care less about the surroundings and you start moving to the music. Ivy had left your side and returned and left again so much so that you didn’t care anymore you were having your own mini party in the very distant corner of the living room which didn’t have any couches? How come you just realized? Actually all the seating was missing. 

You tip your head back to get the last drop in your cup and frown you move from your corner hoping to find no one occupying it and make it to the kitchen 

“SPEAK OF THE DEVIL! Y/N!” 

You turn to look behind you and there stood Peter (of course you notice him first), Ivy, Cam, and a few of the other frat brothers. You wave before getting more of the liquor punch whatever they put in it was really working its way in your system. You walk over and greet them. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN HIDING?" Sean asks

“OH I HAVE I’VE BEEN AROUND!” “THIS IS OUR FIRST TIME SEEING YOU WE’VE SEEN IVY LIKE A BILLION TIMES” You roll your eyes “WE ARE NOT ATTACHED AT THE HIP” and you weren’t you didn’t need Ivy to babysit you, you had fun the introvert way you know observing people and their mannerisms, argument over there, dancing over here, conversation in that corner, oooh trip up the steps

You watch as Peter smirks and that makes you blush, you quickly look away “what are you drinking?” you ask Ivy

“Oh girl i don’t know” she takes a sip “beer?” she takes another “i think i mixed beer with punch” You make a face “ew”

“Gross right?” you nod “Too drunk to care” she throws it back. You laugh in response. When you turn back to the group Peter is gone and your heart drops a little but not enough to care. 

You walk away from the circle and make your way around the crowd. A few guys stop you trying to flirt but it's a wash, they were way too drunk much more than you and were now just saying anything ‘like your tits, let me suck your pussy’ you cringe as you think about it. You spot Peter not too far away dancing. Of course he is surrounded by mostly girls and of course the one who he seems to be chummy with is the girl that fits the aesthetics of his recent situationships. You roll your eyes, fuck Ivy for making you think this guy even liked you. You were better off having a secret crush than hoping he had any interest. The night goes on and your mood is semi sour, not too much more so slight irritation. Thank God for your corner because you need a wall to lean on, heels, no seats, and alcohol are not the best combo. You look down at your clock and see it is 1am time for you to head out, you know Ivy wouldn’t mind hell you haven’t even seen her or texted her in the past 2 hours. You shoot a text saying you were going to The Crispy Bun, a hole in the wall burger bar that not many people knew about. It had a very retro vibe with a modern spin. 

You push yourself off the wall, stand in line for way too long for the restroom and head towards the front. 

“Y/N!” you hear Ivy and God did you roll your eyes 

“YEA!” you fake a smile

“WHERE YOU GOING?” 

You notice Peter and Sean, and what seemed to be Peter’s interest for the night walking up

“OH I UMM WAS GONNA GO TO CRISPY” 

“OOOOH YESSS!”  She pinches your side 

You squeal again “OW WHAT THE FUCK IVANNA!” She squints and looks at you “YOU WERE GONNA GO WITHOUT ME??” 

“I TEXTED YOU!” You feel yourself getting angry 

She pulls out her phone “OH SHIT YOU DID, SORRY FRIEND!” She throws her arms around you

“WHAT’S CRISPY?” Sean asks

“YOU DON’T KNOW? THEY HAVE THE BEST BURGERS LETS GO!” she says rallying up the small group. 

God no,  this can’t be happening. You were happy to just walk and have a nice burger in your drunken state now you had to be there as Peter and this girl would be flirting right in front of you. 

The group leaves, all 6 of you. You do your best to lighten up your mood, joining Ivy in her singing and giggling. Eventually you guys stop and she links arms with you pulling you close

“This is the time to make your move” she whispers in your ear You scoff “Please not this again” “What?” she looks at you and then back at the guys

“Ivy, he brought a girl, what are you even?” 

She interrupts you “Olivia? That’s Sean’s girlfriend!” 

You blush “oh” “You thought that was some girl he liked?”

“It look...” She interrupted again “Well you are wrong”

“What you two whispering about over there?!” Cameron asks 

“NOTHING!” Ivy sings in response. Ivy goes back to singing, and this time you happily join in. Maybe she was right because why would Peter tag along. You finally make it to The Crispy Bun. 

“Hi, how many?” the host asks “Hi Hannah!”  you greet

“Y/N!, Omg i haven’t seen you in like forever” the older lady comments “I know class and all” She puts her hand on her chest  “I get it girl”

“We have 6” “Ooooo I won’t be able to sit you guys for like an hour. But if you want there’s many seats by the bar I think you guys can sit in pairs, but as people leave just ask the bartender to move you closer to each other. Does that work?” 

“Yes it’s perfect!” Ivy responds. “And I’m starrrvviingg” You give her look what the hell does she mean by that's perfect? Was she planning on sitting with you and ignoring Cam

You feel her grab your hand and place it on Peter's hand. If the sky opened up and swallowed you now you wouldn’t even be mad.

“Peter take care of her!” 

“Scouts honor” he responds in a calm manner 

“Okay great here are the menus there’s a pair in the middle and and then on each side of the bar, I think” 

“Dibs on middle!” Sean comments pulling Olivia along with him

Your heart races as Peter pulls you through the busy bar, unbeknownst to you he chose the area that seemed to be a bit more calm. He helps you sit on the stool. You thank him sheepishly as he sits on his.

“No problem, so what’s good to eat here Y/L/N?” Y/L/N you like that nickname “Oh umm there’s a lot actually!” you open up the menu so you can both look at it. Peter stands up and moves his stool closer. You blush but try to hide it behind your big  bouncy hollywood style curls. You were a sucker for big hair so of course you had to put in those large rollers in your hair. “They have like gourmet burgers and then the classics” 

“What do you get?” he asks You go to answer but are interrupted by the waitress “Hey guys what can I get you?” You two don’t say much, keeping the conversation light until the food comes out

“MMMM” He moans, throwing his head back. 

“It’s good right” 

“I can’t believe I didn’t know about this place, shit where have I been?” 

“Under a rock” you respond sarcastically. He chuckles in response 

It’s quiet for a while as you two eat, he then looks down at your shoes and smiles. 

“So why you giving me the cold shoulder Y/L/N” he asks looking at you dead on 

Your jaw drops as you watch him pick up one of your fries and plops it in his mouth 

“I have not!” 

“You were giving me the cold shoulder not too long ago” He adds picking up another fry 

“I was not” you blush

He smirks and takes one last bite of his burger “So what was it then?” 

You blush some more and say “I thought you were just complimenting my shoes and...” you pause to think 

He quirks his brow “And?” 

You respond in a soft tone almost whispering “I just didn’t think you... were... interested” 

He scoffs amused “Well I am!” he confirms as he eats another one of your fries

“Do you want my fries?” you ask “Yes they are soo good!” 

“You can eat my leftover burger full now” you offer pushing the plate towards him “Nice” Perfect reason to have boys around they finish your food 

After he finishes he finally speaks “So now that you know I am interested” You blush “Can we get this show on the road, tired of looking at you from afar” “Sure” you blush

“Come here” he pulls you closer and angles your swivel stool to face him while both his legs cage you in 

“What would you like to know about me Peter?’ you ask 

“Everything” You blush and look “I love your smile” “Man you’re laying it in thick” 

He chuckles, throwing his head back “Nah I just wanna know more, you know?” 

“You gotta ask so I know what to tell you?” “Any love interests?” “No? Maybe” 

“Last boyfriend?” “3 years ago?” “Why’d you break up?” “Long story short he cheated” “Favorite TV Show?” “Bob’s Burgers”

“Nice” 

“Siblings”

“None” “Only child wow” you blush pushing the hair behind your ear 

You two continue and eventually you loosen up and ask him the same if not similar questions 

“What?” you ask, focusing back on his eyes. You had done the Marilyn Monroe Triangle method ( A/N: look at youtube, tiktok, etc), not that you did it intentionally just something you would do from close proximity or from a distance. You liked the details of things you noticed. 

He smirked and pulled you even closer, hands caressing your outer things, your eyes widened a bit as he leaned in. “I said, if I asked you out what would you say?” “Oh!” you giggle “Yes duh” 

“You guys want anything else?” 

“Want dessert?” He asks you “Uh no I’m good” you say not wanting to look like a glutton 

“We are good” 

“Alright together or separate checks” 

“Together!”  he responds quickly reaching in his back pocket for his wallet

“Oh I was gonna..” you say reaching for your bag  

He stops you “Consider this our first unofficial first date and if you pull out your card I swear to god Y/L/N” 

You stop midway “Thanks Peter” you say sheepishly 

“Don’t mention it, so about that first date” “What are you two love birds talking about?” Olivia teases

He smiles at her “private things, what's up?” he asks straightening, up looking across to see that Cam, Ivy, and Sean were making their way towards you two

“Oooh private things” She throws her arm around Peter, and caresses his face and you realize the uncomfortable expression 

“You guys done?” “Yea we gotta go back bro, it's been 2 hours cleaning helping get home all that Frat house shit” 

“Oh shit I forgot” 

“Because you’re busy flirting your balls off!” Sean adds

“Fuck off” Sean “ready?” he asks you 

“Oh yea”  you say standing up

You guys walk in pairs now you two being in the middle 

“So about that official first date” he asks lowly not wanting anyone else to hear 

“Oh yea I would love to” you look up at him 

“Yes! I need your number” He said handing you his phone. He smiles down at you and throws his hands around your shoulders pulling you in. 

You guys reach the Frat house and he looks down at you. You look to your side and notice Olivia looking at you both you can’t read her expression, it was odd though “Text me when you get home safe” “Awww Peter” Olivia comes over and pinches his cheek. He rolls his eyes shrugging her off “what about me do you care if I make it home safe?” 

He gives her a deadpan look “of course i do liv” he responds sarcastically 

You smile and rub his arms “I’ll text you Peter” you say looking up at him he smiles and kisses your cheek.

[dreams4kahaani]

for all my eldest daughters and other straight girls getting hounded for marriage only the likes/mixture of Jeet from sufna (2020), Peter kavinsky from tatbilb (2018-) or that Min Min guy ahn Min Hyun I think? from strong woman do bong soon (2016) qualify okay. Either men like them or mix of them should work, but who am I kidding the list goes on, ek fictional man written by a woman to hum bhi deserve karte h

They're like a beautiful mess who worship their significant others with their whole lovely faults and goodness! I like it:}

[defnotzoyasworld]

I WANT A FICTIONAL PETER

Peter Kavinsky, Peter Parker, Peter Pan?? Any peter find me a peter

Same here

[sidneyb16]

Some of my otps bc I'm far too lazy to find corresponding emojis for all of them 😭 (send an emoji + number for me to answer):

💐: Applejack x Fluttershy (MLP)

🎶: Ricky Bowen x Nini Salazar-Roberts (HSMTMTS)

🍝: EJ Caswell x Gina Porter (HSMTMTS) (I couldn't find a risotto emoji 😭)

🌧: Troy Bolton x Gabriella Montez (HSM) (The rain emoji is a can I have this dance reference)

🏠: Barbie x Ken (Life In The Dreamhouse)

💌: Lara Jean Covey x Peter Kavinsky (TATBILB)

♾️: Belly Conklin x Conrad Fisher (TSITP)

(ATP I'll just do it myself and everyone can fangirl over a fictional couple's wedding with me 😭)

Wedding ask game for your newly (and not so newly) wed OTP

(made mainly with couples in mind, feel free to adapt to as many people as you want)

Who first brought up the option of marriage? Was it an easy topic?

Which one proposed? Was it grand and public? Discreet and private? Was it expected?

Show us their engagement and/or wedding rings!

Did they plan the wedding by themselves, with help, or with a professional planner?

Was the planning and time up til the wedding stressful?

Who were the first people to find out about the engagement? How did they react?

Who are the maids of honor and/or best men? Why and how were they chosen?

Was there any drama whatsoever regarding the guest list?

Show us a mood/stimboard of their wedding's general aesthetic.

Do they get married through court? Church? Third secret option?

When do they get married? Night or day? Any specific reason for either?

Do either of them play music while walking down the aisle (if they do at all)? If yes, show us their song.

Show us their outfits!

Do they follow any familiar, cultural, and/or religious traditions at any point of the wedding?

Who was the ringbearer?

Who married them?

Show us their vows. Did either of them tear up at them?

Did anyone oppose the marriage? Did they speak then, or did they just forever hold their peace?

What was the ceremony like? Any highlights?

Did anyone pass out from a food/alcohol coma?

Do they have a honeymoon? Where to? How soon after?

Do they renew their vows? Remarry, even?

If the couple could describe their wedding in a sentence, how would they?

If you could describe their wedding in a sentence, how would you?

[takeyours11]

Chapter 3

Nessie

When your me you are waiting for your chance to fall in love. I mean it think about it when I wake up, take my meds, take a shower, brush my teeth, do my hair, and get ready for the day. Even while I’m working on my math homework! You know what, I am just a hopeless romantic waiting for my Peter Kavinsky and, yes I used a fictional character from the best love story of all time. I mean who doesn’t want to date a Peter Kavinsky? Let me tell you who, Rosie Moon.

“My love life is hopeless,” I tell Rosie as we eat our lunch and play a game of uno.

“You just haft to wait a little longer,” she tells me as a now expert in love since she has a new boyfriend. To be honest this is the third guy she dated this month so I am kind of not going to take her advice. Raising my eyebrow as I eat a fry from our shared basket we ordered.

“What is that look for?” She asks me about the look on my face.

“Your on your third guy of the month,” I remind her of the facts the true facts she lives.

“Saying the one still single and a virgin,” she says back shocking me to the point where it leaves my mouth wide open. “You better close it before something flies in it,” she adds as I close my mouth quickly.

“That doesn’t matter,”I tell her hearing a giggle come from her lips.

“But it dose,” she tells me back.

“Why?” I ask wanting to know what’s going through her mind while I plot my win.

“Because I have more experience than you for once,” she answers.

“Uno,” I tell her as I put the blue skip card down and seeing her surprised face as on how this happened. “Also plus four,” I add putting my last card down.

“Uno out,” I say before she could even think of the words.

“How?” She asks shocked.

“It’s called railing you into the one thing you can’t resist,” I tell her. “My personal life,” I add leaving her speech less.

“Too shay,” she says putting her card down as I have a little victory celebration as she sips her large coke and shuffles the deck again.

Me and Rosie have known each other since we where babies but, we’ve technically been besties since the age of two. We weren’t too concerned over our mothers friends while still in dippers. We’ve been through the thick and thin of life together and will continue to be until we get old.

“You know not many people can say they stuck with their childhood best friend,” Rosie says as we walk to our English class we luckily got into tougher.

“That is true,” I tell her as we walk into the main building.

“We are basically living our Harry potter life,” she tell me as we walk to the lecture hall that are class is assigned too.

“But no Cedric Diggrody,”I say under my breath and seeing her give me a judgmental look.

“What!?” I say.

“You just have weird types of boys” she says as we walk into class. Walking in to see our usual dick head of a professor and a woman who I seam not to recognize even thought she seem familiar.

“Why is the dean here?” Rosie asks me as we take our seats.

“That’s the dean?” I say because I thought she would be older. She’s on the young side, with deep black hair, pale skin, tall, and with a slim body. Her facial features are sharp and her makeup is neutral.

“Yep,” Rosie answers. “The first ever Asian to run the school of Oxford,” she adds.

“Well then I don’t know?” I tell her giving her a question for an answer. Taking out my computer because usually when he starts he starts and never stops for anyone.

“Hello students,” Dean Smith starts. “I am here to remind you all about the upcoming December trip,” she says. Oxford has this tradition of letting the top student go on a big trip in February.

“As you all may know I am a graduate of this school with a doctorate in biology,” she says trying to connect to the room.

“All of you should know that you all qualify for this trip but you must at least hold a C grade or above,” she adds. I mean you can’t take the entire school on a trip, so they founded a way to filter out the best from the worst preforming students, and that it’s by their grades. In all of your subjects you must hold a C grade or above to qualify (which is hard since this is a competitive university) then the next challenge is paying for everything. It’s pricey and only the rich and wealthy could afford it.

“I hope I can see you then,” she says dismissing herself and leaving us in a hell hole of a English class

To be honest when I got back home I was checked out for the day. Taking a shower, put on new pjs, and lay in bed to be able to get work done later. Seeing Dicky walk in as I am half way through my creative writing assignment I’ve been given today wasn’t on my to do list.

“Nessie your grandfather wants to see you,” Dicky tells me as I close my computer and whine as I put it on my nightstand. Getting up and following him to my grandfather office.

“What dose he need?” I ask because when he only calls you to his office if you’re either in trouble or he needs some information on something you may know.

“I don’t know?” He tells me. I’m guessing that’s going to be the answer to everything today. Watching Dicky open the big white doors to see my grandfather working a his desk.

“Your Royal Highness your granddaughter,” Dicky tells him and it sounds so weird. I mean I get strangers you never met but your granddaughter? Ya no it’s never going to be a normal thing in my book. Seeing my grandfather look up to see him wearing his round glasses and put down his fancy pen I always stole as a kid.

“Thank you Dicky,” he says kindly as I walk in and Dicky close the door behind me.

“Am I in trouble?” I ask him.

“No,” he answers me.

“When have you ever been in trouble?” My grandfather asks as I raise my eyebrow at that question.

“When haven’t I?” I ask him.

“Good question,” he says. Me and Arthur are what you would call the terror twins. We would got into all kinds of trouble like coloring on the walls or just not listening. We always had a plan in our heads of what we wanted to do and we would always try to do it no matter what. I on the other hand was a little bit more lenient with my ideas meanwhile Arthur was the outgoing one.

“But I did wanted to ask you about my up coming party I’m throwing with my business partners,” he tells me.

“Let me guess you want to know if I will be going?” I ask him.

“Exactly that,” he tells me.

“Well probably not but, why do you need me to come?” I ask him.

“I actually need both you are Arthur to come,” he says as I figure it out.

“Mr. Finch is going to be here isn’t he?” I ask him knowing that’s why he wants me and Arthur to come. He wants to shove in his enemies face on how perfect his grandchildren are. The Finch family is our family enemies, the head of the family Orve Finch was my grandfather best mate but soon fell out after my parents had us. We actually don’t know why but, we do know that the split up caused my grandfather closest circle to break. The only one who he keeps in touch regularly out of friendship is Mr. Evergreen the head of the London museum. Even though on the other hand my great uncle is only kept because he needs to know everything about his enemies and business partners. But also sometimes need some clothes hand made.

“Well yes,” he says kind of embarrassed that I figured his pan out. “Why are you so smart?” He asks me.

“Because I was raised by smart people and have a rather creative brain,” I answer him and seeing a proud smile on his face.

“So are you going to come?” My grandfather asks me again.

“maybe,” I tell him again. “I just might show up if I feel like losing my life,” I add and hearing him chuckle.

“That’s a good idea,” he tells me as I begin to leave.

“Also next time if your going to instant freeze something please don’t do it on the wooden floors,” he adds stopping me before I leave bringing up my recent experiment with a bottle rocket.

“I needed to launch a rocket,” I tell him my explanation.

“With liquid nitrogen?” He asks raising an eyebrow.

“It was the fuel,” I tell him. “Well technically presser was the fuel… but it stilled worked,” I add.

“It also ruined the hard flooring in the ball room,” he adds.

“That was a side effect,” I tell him and seeing him smile and a little chuckle.

“My little mad scientist,” he says as I leave.

“Went well?” Dicky asks.

“Yep,” I tell him.

Once a month I go shopping for some new clothes. Either because I would rather wait until I grew out of them or they have too many holes and go worn out. This time it’s because most of my pants are tight and I need more socks. This time I’m going with my family.

“I like these,” I tell my mom by holding up a pair of sweats and seeing her disapproval look.

“We came here for leggings,” she reminds me. Okay I only shop at a few places: Hollister, Pink, old navy, Macy’s, Nordstrum, Aerie, Sephora ,and Target. Did you see any expensive brands on their that coast $50 to buy t-shirt. Look I get it if you price a t-shirt at $10 - $21 dollars but $50 for a t-shirt that might not be the best quality I call a waste of time and money.

“Also remember your in the curvy section now,” she adds pointing out my 32 DD boobs and sort of wide hips I got from her.

“Coco-cola bottle,” Arthur says grossing me out only because he’s my brother.

“I say more pear,” Isla chimes in. Ya when the whole family hears that your going shopping they are going to take the advantage to come with you.

“What, She has hips, ass, and tits!” she explains to her husband Alexander as he gives her a judgmental look. “All the things I want,” she adds under her breath.

“Can we check out now?” I ask be my arms are getting tierd of carrying the clothes my mom picked out for me.

“Leggings first,” she tells me. Grabbing a couple of pairs in black and a dark navy that could go with any outfit. After that we checked out and paying three hundred dollars for it.

“And that’s how you shop on a sale,” my mom adds putting the receipt in my bag as we all walk out.

“Too Coach,” Isla says because that was the deal. She gets dragged into stores she would never shop at in return going to her favorite luxury stores.

“I feel bad for your bank account,” I tell Alexander.

“I feel bad for me too,” he says making me laugh as we follow Isla because of course she smells it like a blood hound. The only expensive thing I own that came from a designer product was the little 14 carrot yellow golden duck charm necklace my grandfather gotten me when I was four and have been wearing ever since. So walking into a expensive designer store feels weird to me.

“Nope,” my mom says take something expensive out of Arthur’s hand and it’s sunglasses.

“Why?” He asks as she puts it back where it came from.

“Because it’s five hundred dollars,” she tells him. “And you can’t afford that,” she adds.

“But I can afford it,” Arthur tells her confidant in his choice of word.

“The only reason for that is your grandparents money and not from the money you earn,” she tells him in a stern tone. “So no means no,” she adds as if he’s a naughty three year old boy she raised all those years ago.

“Okay,” he says with an attitude as we walk out.

When we had gotten home my dad had already gotten dinner done. And on todays menu is pub food and only a few people missing. While everyone gets their food I am taking the tags off my clothes so they could be wash tonight.

“Thank you,” I say to my dad as he place plan wings and fries in front of me. We only go to a couple of pubs that cater to my food needs that we really trust. But nothing beats my grandmother’s family own pub.

“Did you haft to get twenty pairs of leggings?” My dad asks looking at my mom knowing this only happened because of her.

“Tell that to the twenty she grew out of,” she tells him.

“I am now a large,” I tell him with a smile.

“I thought you were a large?” My dad says confused.

“Then I dropped to a medium due to my anxiety over food,” I remind him of the time after I had an allergic reaction to something I could eat. It traumatized me to the point where I didn’t want to make me eat anything due to my anxiety. I gained back the 60 pounds I dropped to get at 100 and now am 175, which in my nutritionist option is better.

“Can you pass the ketchup?” I ask Archie because he’s the closest to the bottle.

“And don’t toss it,” my grandmother warns him before he does it. Seeing Archie roll his eyes and gently hands me the glass ketchup bottle. He’s dressed like an old fishing man today: dark grey wool sweater, black overalls, and his long blond hair is in a hall up half down ponytail with two strand of hair hanging out in front of his face. It’s really given old Irish man basically his father.

“Why so angry?” I ask because he has his I’m pissed off face on and not the jokester face on.

“I’m not angry,” he answers back annoyed that I would even assume that. Seeing him take a deep breath in and then out.

“Where’s uncle Keegan?” Arthur asks.

“In Switzerland,” Archie answers pissed off.

“I’ll love to be in Switzerland,” I say under my breath as I eat my fries.

“Too expensive,” My grandmother says making me giggle.

Archie and Keegan don’t have the most stable relationship.

“You don’t want to be on this trip,” Archie says under his breath as most of the people at the table put the pieces together.

“It’s one of those trips?” My grandfather asks.

“Yep,” he answers without even explaining to the people that don’t know.

“Honestly if he wants to cheat he could do it discreetly,” My dad says.

“Can you explain for the people that don’t know?” I ask looking between me and Arthur.

“Your uncle goes on trips with his friends to get a quick fuck a couple of months,” My grandmother answer bluntly.

“Huh,” Arthur says kind of impressed.

“What caused it this time?” My mom asks.

“Him now wanting kids,” Archie says with a joyful sarcastic smile. Archie and Keegan never really saw eye to eye on things like: kids, politics, and basically everything that could be argued about. I never gotten why they still remain tougher but it seems to work half of the time. I mean they where perfectly fine two days but it seems to have gone downhill since then. All I know is to not date like them. The family motto is when in drought don’t have what Keegan and Archie have unless you want to get your heart broken multiple times a day.

Whenever I have nothing to do I decided to help my parents out I in anyway they need. I think it’s just a way to give them something back for keeping me alive for this long or maybe my guilt tripping for me feeling like a burden . Today it’s my dad, we aren’t supposed to say anything about our dad being our dad but sometimes it comes in handy. Like when I haft to get my blood drawn and since I was called out of all my classes I have nothing to do for the rest of the day. So it comes in handy when you are board with a dad like mine.

“You feel better?” My dad asks because I felt a little woozy after they took my blood from me. When I was a baby I was fine with needles but up until that one bad shot hitting my bone and scaring the crap out of me my relationship with needles is toxic. I hate them, they hate me, and the only reason why I put up with them is because it helps my health. So when in doubt eat a allergy free brownie in your dad’s office that your dad makes every week.

“Yep,” I say licking the melted chocolate off my fingers. Noticing the boxes in the corner of his office that says New lacrosse gear written in black sharpie, specifically a thick one. Hearing a knock on the door to see Arthur come in looking a little rough.

“I hate you,” he says looking at our dad. Seeing the confused and offended expression on our dad’s face as he closes the door.

“Why?” Our dad asks very confuse.

“You put practice in the middle of my lunch,” Arthur explains putting his bag down and sitting in the chair across from me.

“More like a fuck session,” I say under my breath but loud enough for our dad to hear.

“Well sorry but the department took our usual slot,” he explains ignoring what I just said. Ya their is a double standard when it comes to having a brother with a dick.

“Ooo brownies,” Arthur says getting distracted as our dad just rolls his eyes as Arthur grabs one.

“You look like shit,” Arthur tells me as our dad opens the boxes. Seeing him take out a dark navy box.

“What is that?” Arthur asks curiously.

“Your new helmets,” Our dad answers with a smile.

Today is pick up day for the sports department. The day were all the teams get new equipment but, that kind of depends on how much the school and coaches care about you. Sometimes you just might get the same things from last year or maybe you just might be lucky and get a new fit. For some reason this year they are doing it on the field instead of the gym. Putting on my fuzzy fleece because it had gotten a little chilly and I don’t feel like catching a cold.

“Why can’t we just do this in the gym?” Arthur asks leaning in his chair after we carried the multiple boxes out.

“Because one of the pipes burst,” Our dad answers his questions as I organize the papers of what everyone is going to get since they paid for it.

“Hendrick,” I hear the familiar voice of Dean Smith. To be honest this is the first week I have ever seen this woman. I mean whenever the news broke about the first Asian woman to run Oxford it made headlines around the world and it initially brought in more applications making records.

“Adel,”our dad says unamused, from the looks of it she’s flirting with him. I don’t know why but, she’s playing on a dangerous turf that my mother owns with a ring.

“Why are you here?” He asks crossing his arms.

“Because I like to talk to our new member of our staff,” she answers. “Also I’m making sure this whole thing runs smoothly,” she adds to her explanation.

“So how’s life been doing for the prince of England?” She asks him.

“Well,” he starts to say and then turns to us. “Adel these are my kids,” our dad answers as her face go into shock.

“You have children?” She says very confused because we aren’t public knowledge.

“Yep,” he says with a little proud smile. “18 years going strong,” he adds.

“This is Arthur my oldest,” he says pointing to him. “And this is Nessie my youngest,” he adds as we shake her hand.

“Aren’t you in Mr. Morrison class?” She asks me as I let go of her hand.

“I am,” I confirm to her.

“I thought I recognize you,” she says with a fake smile.

“You might be happy to know he’s been let go,” she tells me as I have a mini victory dance.

“Really?” I say kind of surprise after my victory because he’s a devoted member of the staff here.

“From the amount of compliments we decided to let him go,” she explains to me.

“Yes,” I say under my breath knowing it wasn’t just me that didn’t like him.

“Well nice to meet you two and have a great afternoon,” Mrs. Smith says before leaving us.

“She’s passive aggressive,” Arthur says under his breath.

So it officially started at 1 pm but since that’s when classes get out it was a little slow before all of the sports department teams came including our Rosie.

“You know it’s hard to find you,” Rosie tells us putting the bag of food on the table.

“We are in the middle of the field,” Arthur says grabbing his container of food.

“I have had more pub food in this week than in my life,” I say.

“It great for college students,” my dad reminds us and as we all give him a glare or seriously.

“What!?” He says wondering why we are giving him the glare in the first place. “It’s quick and cheap,” he explains from experience.

“Then say that in front of mom,” Arthur tells him under hips breath.

“Aren’t you supposed to get your dance stuff?” My dad asks her switching the conversation.

“I did,” she says holding up her reusable shopping bag her mother made sure she had enough of.

“You have uniforms?” I say kind of shocked looking into the bag.

“Yep,” she says. “More of a cheerleader than a dancer now,” she adds very disappointed.

“You got Ralph Lauren to sponsor you?” Rosie says shocked looking at the jersey.

“Yep,” my dad says pretty proudly of himself about his negotiating skills. My dad had pulled some personal strings to be able to buy this amount of stuff.

“Hey king of of the round table,” A guy with dirty blond hair says coming up to the table and putting his bags down.

“Hey Hugo,” Arthur says back.

“So I’m guessing your Hugo Williams?” I ask checking off his name.

“Yes,” he confirms kind of shocked to see me.

“And you are?” He asks me.

“Why?” I ask him curiously.

“Because I have never seen a beautiful woman on our team before,” he tells me with a flirtatious smile as my cheeks heat up.

“My daughter,” my dad says interjecting himself into the conversation. If you couldn’t tell he’s a little over protective.

“You have a kid?” Hugo asks very shocked.

“Two,” Arthur tell him. ”she’s my twin,” he adds and seeing Hugo eyes go wide.

“Why don’t I know this?” He asks trying to figure out how this could be possible.

“Because we aren’t public knowledge,” I tell him with a smile.

“Grabe your things and since your the first one here your stuck helping,” my dad tells me

“If it means I get to be with your hot daughter, okay,” he answers back.

“Ten more laps to the thirty you half to do?” My dad adds.

“So your love life is empty?” Rosie asks me as I just roll my eyes.

To be honest the next forty two were the same reaction when they say me. Which causes them to get more laps added onto their warm up.

“Next,” I say checking off another one.

“Finnick Knight,” I hear a familiar voice say. Looking up to see Finnick Knight from my mom’s chem class with a giant smile on his face.

“Hey,” I say shyly.

“Hello guppy,” he says back.

“Who’s Guppy?” The guy behind him asks.

“Her,” he says pointing to me.

“Just saying don’t hit on her,” Hugo warns his friends because they are doing sixty laps.

“Why?” His friend asks.

“Because she’s daughter,” my dad chimes in again.

“And my twin sister,” Arthur adds to the excitement and seeing Finnick face go into shock like the rest of the team did.

“Your her dad?” Icarus says shocked. “And your a twin?”he adds looking at me.

“This is going to be fun.” Finnick says under his breath as I cross the past names off the list.

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Whoa whoa whoa—Peter Kavinsky is coming to Korea! Fans missing To All The Boys stars Noah Centineo and Lana Condor in spinoff series XO Kitty are in luck as Noah will be reprising his role as the boyfriend of Kitty Covey’s sister Lara Jean Covey in the show’s second season, airing Jan. 16.  In the Dec. 17 trailer, fans spotted a glimpse of The Recruit actor while Kitty (Anna Cathcart) laments over the state of her life at the fictional Korean Independent School of Seoul (KISS) as it was left in season one.  “When I came to KISS, I never felt more like an outsider,” she says. “Luckily, there’s nothing like a friendly face from home.” The scene cuts to several of the show’s cast members saying “What?” before Kitty exclaims, “Peter!”  In a quick clip, Peter walks toward Kitty on KISS campus while wearing a Stanford sweatshirt—a nod to where his To All The Boys character’s storyline left off—and gives her a hug while sporting a gigantic grin.  In another clip, Peter gives Kitty a pep talk.  “You are Kitty Song freakin’ Covey,” he says. “Don’t you forget it.”