#peter kavinsky lips

[j4keluver]

To All The Boys I've Loved Before: To Whom it may concern, I like you

casting: reader as lara jean, heeseung as peter kavinsky, sunghoon as reader's older brother, jungwon as josh sanderson, jay as greg, sunoo as lucas, ni-ki as kitty | ft... yunjin as chris, chaewon as gen

warning : explicit sexual implication (no smut) , swearing

synopsis: you've always dreamed of finding the picture perfect boyfriend but high school boys suck. whenever you get feelings so intense but can't put it to words, you write a letter that gets stuffed into a hidden blue box. so why is yang jungwon, your neighbor, walking towards you with a letter in his hand and why are you kissing lee heeseung, gen's boyfriend?

author's note: here's our first officially teaser of the series ! me and tiana (@luvj4key) have been working very hard to produce this series and we are so glad to see many of you loving it ! we still have a lot of responsibilities in our outside life out of tumblr so please be patient and understand that we are doing our best to create quality work for you guys. thank you for all the love ! and we will continue to answer question and build up your anticipation <3

The feeling of the grass tickles your finger tips, almost making you throw a light laugh. The low lit sun kisses your skin and the scent of the earth breathes into your system. It's a sense of freedom and warmth that you can only delve into when getting lost in the carefully written pages and pages of a love story.

In the distance, there is a young boy that seems to enjoy the earth's presence. Sun-bathed skin that soaks up the sun's welcoming rays, playful eyes that hold a keen stare, and flushed cheeks that only Aphrodite could have blessed him with. But it's not just anybody - It's Yang Jungwon.

He catches your stare and gives you a wistful smile, slowly making his way to you. You can only stand still when he finally appears right in front of you. His calloused hands reach up to your face to caress the soft skin of your cheek. Jungwon's eyes flutter closed and it's like your eyes close on command. He leans in ever so slightly, the tip of his nose touching yours in a light nudge. His breath is getting closer to your lips until -

"Hey ! What was that for?" you groan. The pillow Riki just threw at you is now somewhere on the ground onto of a mountain of unfolded laundry. You look up to him from your book to see him leaning on your door frame.

"Well in case you didn't notice, dinner is about to be ready. We've called you like six times," he rolls his eyes. Sunghoon pops up from behind him, "Yeah peanut. If you weren't reading those shitty books, you would have noticed that Dad made your favorite."

"I'm coming, I'm coming. I just finished this chapter," you shooed them away. You put on a pair of slippers and stop at the bottom step when the door opens and a familar frame greets you. The man of the hour again - Yang Jungwon.

"Hoon, Riki," Jungwon says, pulling in them for a quick hug and a firm pat on the back. "Sick ! Jungwon brought the new fifa game. This is why you're better than Sunghoon. " Riki exclaims. Sunghoon smacks the backside of his head while Riki sheepishly mumbles an apology.

Jungwon makes eye contact with you and raises his hand for a high-five which you comply . Jungwon whispers, "My favorite siblings out of all of you guys but don't tell them that !"

You can only softly laugh, knowing he loved this household more than his own. Your dad calls out to him, ushering him the the kitchen. Jungwon winks at you before walking over.

Yang Jungwon was someone that you were almost too familiar with. The Yangs moved into the house next door when you were in the sixth grade, Sunghoon was in seventh, and Riki was in fifth. You still remember young Jungwon, hiding behind his mother's leg and peeking over with his cat-like eyes.

Jungwon's mother gave him a little nudge, "Don't be shy Jungwon, they won't bite you." You tilt your head at him before deciding to give him a small wave and offer a cheeky smile. With that, it seems like Jungwon's shell had cracked as his dimple peeked through when he smiled back.

Your brother immediately invited him in to play some video games which he just nodded too. Every since then, it was like Jungwon lived at your house. Heck, sometimes he knew your house better than you did. He came after school to get tutored by Sunghoon and he would come on the weekend to play soccer with Riki, only seeing you in fleeting moments.

Jungwon was techincally your first boyfriend. Well - space between boy and friend. You would bike to school together, eat lunch together, be each other's lab partners and join the same clubs. You guys were insperable until high school. Your dynamic was very different in high school than middle school.

Jungwon towered five inches taller than eight grade graduation, leaving him at a staggering 5'10. His jaw was more defined, cheekbones more prominent. He made the soccer team so he was frame was lean and his skin was sun-kissed from all the outside practices. And the most biggest change; the girls

Jungwon had always been attractive, at least in your eyes. But his new profound looks made him extremely popular with Adler High. You changed a little from middle school. You opted to wear contacts than your glasses, you got your braces off and you finally learned how to make your eyeliners twins and not cousins. But it was nothing compared to the 360 Jungwon made.

He tried to keep your connection strong, even when he got his first girlfriend. He would still come over on Friday after school for movie nights, and still had the usual routine with your siblings. However, you didn't know that a random Friday would be your last movie night.

In your defense, you didn't mean to ease drop on him and Sunghoon's conversation but you're glad did. You, Sunghoon and Jungwon were having a late night conversation in the backyard before you excuse yourself to grab some water.

You come back with three water bottles until you stop in your tracks as you heard Sunghoon ask Jungwon, "So THE Yang Jungwon isn't a virgin anymore huh? How was she?" You quickly hid behind the wall, trying to control your shaky hands. Jungwon laughs, "Dude her head game was insane, had me rolling my eyes and shit. And the way her walls sucked me in, literal stars."

Did Jungwon actually say that or are you imagining things? It wasn't until you heard Sunghoon hollers, "Let's fucking go Jungwon, I see you." Your face feels hot and you feel your eyes brimming with tears. But what are you crying for? Are you upset that he is disrespecting women or are you upset that you realized you're in love with him and he just confessed that he lost his virginity? Both? You take a deep breath and wait for their conversation to go still before heading out.

You drop off the waters to them and make up some excuse about a throbbing headache, clutching onto your temples. You hug them goodnight, holding onto Jungwon for a second longer than usual. You cry yourself to sleep.

Jungwon persists for the next month, constantly asking what was wrong and if there was anything he could fix. He would ask your brothers what's wrong, to which they only shrugged their shoulder not knowing the answer. He would text you and you would simply keep telling him it was personal reasons.

He stops trying one month and three weeks in, probably because his girlfriend wouldn't be so happy if she sees how much effort he is putting into you. From then on, things are a little awkward but manageable. You only see him in passing moments.

Jungwon and his first girlfriend eventually break up but he quickly gets with Kim Minji, a cheerleader for Adler high, and they're still together till now.

You take your sit at the dining table next to Sunghoon. Sunghoon plates your food for you, "Eat up, you won't have me to remind you when I'm in Ireland." You just sigh and say a 'thank you.'

Your dad starts, "So Jungwon, How's Minji? Haven't seen her around in a while." Sunghoon's eyes widen while Jungwon awkwardly clears his throat. His eyes dart around and he subconsciously makes eye contact with you. You raise an eyebrow at him before he looks away.

"Oh we've just been busy and stressed with school that we haven't been able to see each other in a while. It's.. going okay." Jungwon manages to say before Riki changes the topic, talking about the new game Jungwon brought over.

The conversation between the five of you flow smoothly. You settle for going bed early since you're waking up early to see Sunghoon off in the morning. You hug your dad and Sunghoon goodnight and drop a kiss on Riki's head ("Stop doing that (Y/N), I'm old and manly now" You know he still loves to be babied.) You choose for a small wave to Jungwon before heading upstairs.

Sunghoon isn't a guy to get emotional and shed tears. You could count on your hands how many times you've seen Sunghoon cry. But here he was, stray tears falling down his cheek. Dad pats his back as Sunghoon sniffles. He gives Riki a quick hug, a rare moment between the brothers.

And when he gets to you, he pulls you into the tighest hug before leaving a big smooch on your head. He pulls back and sternly warns you, "Now peanut, listen to me very closely. Now with your older, hot, manly, strong brother away, boys are going to try to approach you and you will turn down every single one. You understand? Especially the Lacrosse team."

You don't really focus on the words you say as your own tears start to well up in your eyes where Sunghoon only coos at you and hugs you tighter. The three of your wave to Sunghoon as he walks through his gate. You look back to see if he's looking back. He's not and it finally hits you that for this school year, you're on your own (minus riki)

taglist: @dimplewonie @wooziswife @bunnbam (unable to tag)

[ilovepeterbarker]

The Plan (Teaser)

Peter kavinsky x reader

Warnings: Kissing, cheesy, cute

Summary: You and Peter write and discuss the rules of your fake relationship.

Authors note: This is my first post things might be misspelled so please bear with me. Deeply inspired by to all the boys I loved before except no letters and Peter is a basketball player instead of lacrosse (sorry). Please tell me what you guys think! Thank you!

You and Peter were fake dating. And are currently talking about the rules right now at school. We walk towards the bleachers sitting down.

“Okay what are the rules?” Peter says

“We can’t tell anyone about this arrangement.” You say.

“Right, that one is obvious." He nods his head, leaning against the metal of the bleachers. "What else?

“You have to drive me to school.” You say.

“And after school. That’s easy enough, I’m always going home." He then says some of his rules.

"And you’ll go to my basketball games, right?” He says.

“Yes if you can take me there.” You say.

“Of course I can take you, babe." He grins, playfully using the pet name.

You roll my eyes at him. “Anything else?”

He laugh at your eye roll, pretending to be hurt. "Aw, don’t roll your eyes at me. Can I have one more thing?”

“Sure” You say.

He smirks, eyes flickering with mischief. "Can I put my arm around you in public?”

“Yes.” You say.

He scoot closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you against him. "Good. Now you’re really my fake girlfriend.”

You start to write down the rules for this arrangement making a contract and write two lines at the bottom sighing your name on one of them.

He watches as you write the contract, his arm still wrapped around you. He peek at the list, raising an eyebrow at the contract part. "A contract? Are you really going to sign that?”

“Yes” you say seriously.

He lets out a chuckle, amused by your seriousness. "You're so dedicated to this fake dating thing. Are you sure you're not enjoying this a little too much?”

“Are you sure you are?” You tease.

He pretends to think about it for a moment, a smirk playing on his lips. "Maybe I am. You're not too bad as a fake girlfriend, you know.”

You push the paper for him to sign giving him a pen.

He take the pen and signs his name on the contract, a grin spreading across his face. "Now it's official. We're fake dating, babe.”

You grimace and write another rule. *No calling me babe*

He pouts, feigning disappointment. "Aww, come on. It was cute. And it's part of the boyfriend experience.”

“You can call me sweetheart then.” You say smoothly.

He rolls his eyes playfully, but a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "Fine, sweetheart it is then. But you have to call me darling.”

“Fine darling.” You smile playfully.

You and Peter are doing this arrangement for two reason one to make his ex girlfriend jealous and you to avoid your neighbor who has a crush on you but can’t take a hint.

Peter is aware of your situation with your neighbor, and it amuses him a little. “So you're using me to get your neighbor off your back, huh?” He grins. "I guess I'm just a convenient shield, sweetheart.”

“And you’re using me to get back with your ex.” You say in the same accusing tone.

He chuckles and nods, not bothering to deny it. "Guilty as charged. But hey, I get to spend time with a pretty girl while doing it. So I'm not complaining.”

You roll your eyes and then see your neighbor josh looking and walking towards both of you and panic kissing peter.

[myunghology]

summary fake dating planning with ritsu sakuma.

pairings : ritsu sakuma x gn! reader.

tw : none!! ooc ritsu maybe.. but he's just teasing too much ngl! music reco while listening : Roses by The Chainsmokers.

a/n : RITSU INSPIRED BY PETER KAVINSKY 💔💔💔 @xinnabon also if you don't know which scene this is from tatbilb, consider yourself an opp!

"Ritsu, are you serious? You've never watched Sleeping Beauty?" You ask, eyebrows furrowed and jaw dropping in a jokingly way as the older male shrugs, whilst pouting playfully, tapping on the notebook with the pen you have him.

"I mean.. They forced me to watch it for a photoshoot, I didn't really pay attention though." Ritsu mutters, before continuing.

"Have you ever watched Home Alone?" He asks, looking at you with expectant eyes, while you reflect the same pout he did seconds ago as he chuckles at you. He already knew the answer at this point.

"Seriously? [Last name]? You haven't?" He scoffs playfully before pulling the notebook towards him, writing down what seems like notes.

—

'[Name] [Last Name]'

1.) Watch Home Alone with Ritsu. (Said boyfriend.)

—

This time, it's your turn to scoff, snatching your notebook and pen away from him, writing down something similar.

—

'Ritsu Kuma'

1.) Watch Sleeping Beauty with [Name]. (Said girl/boyfriend.)

—

He smiles, noticing your tendencies and observations, before piping up once more. "If you're gonna be my pretend significant other, we have to make it look real, alright?"

You groan in response, "I don't even know why I'm helping you out with this. What's in it for me?" Ritsu laughs once again, before adding. "My infinite love and cuddles~" He answers, making you roll your eyes.

"I'm alright with that. But.. If you want to be my boyfriend, you'll have to put up with my family first." You tilt your head in a teasing manner, like it's a way to get back at him.

"Shit. I have to meet your family?" He quickly fixes his stance whilst sitting, replicating when you tilted your head, but this time, a concerned expression on his face.

"Yep." You reply blankly, before noting down something new on the notebook.

—

'Ritsu Kuma'

1.) Watch Sleeping Beauty with [Name]. (Said girl/boyfriend.)

2.) Meet family. (Must act proper!)

—

He shakes his head, smiling. "Are the words in the parenthesis really necessary?" He places his head on the palm of his hand, his red irises looking right up at you.

"Yes! I've seen the way you act around older people," A huff comes out of your lips, as Ritsu snatches back the pen and notebook, making you tilt your head.

—

'[Name] [Last name]'

1.) Watch Home Alone with Ritsu. (Said boyfriend.)

2.) Make a shared playlist on Spotify.

—

"Das cute." You tease, Ritsu's hand dropping the pen, now traveling to pinch your face as you scowl. "You're even cuter when you whine like that." He retorts, smirking slightly.

You let out a small 'Tch', before continuing what you were about to say. "I have siblings, by the way. You gotta deal with them." Ritsu seems to freeze at that statement, before clearing his throat.

"Are they assholes?" He asks, while you shake your head, a relieved sigh escaping his lips.

"I have to get to practice, okay, pretty? We'll add more rules later." The male smirks, before standing up, as you nod.

He places a small kiss on your forehead before he goes, and as he walks away, you look back, twirling your pen in your other hand.

©myunghology : HEHEHSHSHSHSH. I'M SORRY THIS IS SHORT I'LL TRY TO ADD OTHER PARTS

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

On thin ice (Hockey player! Miguel O’Hara x Figure skater! Fem! Reader)

A/N: Did i write part of this chapter based on the title even though I said the titles are irrelevant? Maybe…. The usual, Miguel probably ooc, not proofread so I apologize for typos and grammatical errors.

(Y/N)- Your name

Cursing, mentioning of sexual topics (no smut, hinting at nsfw but nothing actually explicit)

Word count: 1.2k

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Chapter 6: I’ve dreamt about you nearly every night this week.

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“Shi-“slam.

Before the other player could fully react, he was being tackled by Miguel’s speeding figure, the other player being flipped and landing on his back with a groan, Miguel taking over the puck from his teammate.

“O’Hara calm down! This is practice, not a game!” Coach Turner called out from the sideline, his irritation building up as he drops his clipboard onto the bench and rubbed his face with his hands, a heavy sigh leaving his lip. In retaliation, Miguel elbowed Peter in the face when he tried to steal the puck from him, before shooting it into the net, too fast for the goalie to stop it. “Alright, alright, that’s enough for today…” Turner huffed, rubbing his forehead as he looks at the time, seeing that the figure skaters are due to come any minute now.

“We still had 5 minutes.” Miguel said as he skated up next to his teammate that he had knocked over and helped him up.

“Yeah we’ll be quick.” Peter added, before Turner could protest, The Spiders already started to begin another round, causing the coach to groan but knew that they weren’t going to stop until the round ended, so he let them play.

—

“He almost kissed you?” Logan asked in disbelief, his eyes wide as he leans in, his voice a whisper so no one in the hall of the locker rooms could hear him.

“Yeah! If Peter and Kate didn’t show up and got the door to open I think he would have!” You said in a low tone as well, not believing the words that came from your mouth either. Logan just shook his head.

“That’s crazy…” he trailed off before a smile starts to appear on his lips, “I knew he liked you!” He basically yells, you quickly brought a hand to his mouth to shut him up, eyes wide as you look at him like he’s crazy.

“Shh.” You hissed before removing your hand from his mouth. “He doesn’t, it was probably because we were both drunk.” You say, although it felt like you were more trying to convince yourself rather than your partner.

“Yeah, sure…” he says with eye roll, clearly not believing your excuse, “the real question is, did you want to kiss him?” He asked with a mischievous smirk.

Ignoring the heat rising on your face, you let out a scoff, “let’s go, practice starts soon.” You dodged the question and grabbed his hand, dragging him towards the rink.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

—

“Are you fucking kidding me…” Logan groaned as we both stop next to Coach Kavinsky, who was scowling with her arms crossed in front of her chest. You sighed and check the time on my phone, the hockey team was supposed to get out of the rink almost 20 minutes ago.

“Get off the ice!” You yelled after watching Miguel shoot the puck into the net, but the goalie blocked it. You knew it was him because of the big ��99” on the back of his red jersey, well, that and his last name on top of his number. He stops to look in your direction, and even with all the padding on him you can see his chest rising and falling as he trying to catch his breath. Instead of replying he just scoffed and (you imagine) rolled his eyes under his helmet, he was acting like he usually does with you, as if last Saturday we weren’t seconds apart from kissing.

“You heard the girl, get off.” Coach Turner said as he motioned for the team to get off, the skaters finally starting to pack up their equipment off the ice, complaining and groaning the whole time

“Finally…” Logan mumbled with a sigh, taking off his guards and getting on the ice before the hockey team could get off, you quickly followed.

“Hey ice princes.” Miguel called out for the opposite side of the rink, before skating towards you and Logan. But instead of stopping in front of you he grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you away from your partner.

“Hey!” Logan yelled out to Miguel. You yelped as Miguel pulled you to the other side of the rink where he had been standing, trying to keep your balance since you weren't prepared for him to grab you and pull you through the rink, once he stops and let’s go of your wrist you scowl and hit him on his arm, earning a chuckle from him and some questioning looks from his teammates.

“What was that for?!” You scolded as you cross your arms.

“Just wanted to talk to you about what happened at the party.” He said in a low tone, you just raised an eyebrow at him.

Oh?

“…What about it?” You asked after a beat.

“I wanted to just apologize, I shouldn’t haven’t tried to pull a move on you like that.” He said in a serious tone.

oh.

Part of you wanted to say, “it’s okay, I enjoyed it, I wish you did kiss me.” But you knew if you did, it would completely change the dynamic between you two, putting your relationship with each other on its head, so you shallow the words down, opting to say, “Thanks Miguel.”

“Really, I’m sorry. I think I just had too much to drink and-“ he starts to ramble, you almost wanted to pinch yourself, Miguel O’Hara, one of the most egotistical and cocky people you’ve ever met, rambling an apology to you, of all people.

“Miguel-“ you cut him off, putting a hand up in front of you, “seriously. It’s okay.” He must have realized his own odd behavior, because he just cleared his throat, shifting his weight on his knees a bit and nodded his head in an attempt to regain his composure.

“Good.” Was all he said in a reply in his usual tone of voice, “I’ll see you around.” He finished before skating past you and leaving the rink with the rest of the hockey team. Leaving you slightly confused and somewhat disappointed.

—

“You're kidding right?” You say before a cruel laugh leaves your lips, “you actually thought I’d be into? That’s so sad, you’re so stupid.” Your voice rang in Miguel’s ears, your voice dripping with an almost taunting pity. “I’d rather drop dead, you’re delusional Miguel. I’ll never love you.”

…

“Please Miguel… I need you… I love you…” your voice trembled, you’re tone needy and desperate, your hands shaking as you place them on his back, “You’re my everything- please- I need more-“

…

“Miguel? I have something to tell you…” you sounded so timid, your voice sounded so small and sweet, you didn’t look up but continued anyways, “I’ve been thinking, and… well… I think… I think I have feelings for you-“

Miguel woke up in a cold sweat, his chest heaving as he attempted to catch breath quietly, sitting up and looking over at his dorm mate to make sure he didn’t wake him up, before looking over at the clock on the desk that divides their twin beds.

“3:18 AM” the clock read.

Miguel sighed as he lays back down once his breath is steady and his heart rate goes back to normal. Groaning internally as he rubs his hands over his face in an attempt to wipe some sweat away.

Miguel has dreamt about (Y/N) nearly every night this week since Saturday.

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[cantstoptheimagines]

Secret Admirer (Peter Kavinsky | To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before)

Summary — Your best friend has been keeping a secret.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Fluffy fluffiness; friends to lovers because it’s one of the only ways to live; some lowkey, classic mutual pining; Peter being a secret poet (not really); nicknames like ‘babe’ and ‘sweetheart’; Lara Jean being a very supportive (but slightly annoying) friend; literally one curse word.

Notes ➳ ‘Can’t Stop the Love’ Event (7/14) ➳ Word Count is 1,357.  ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them).

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The smile that lit up Lara Jean’s face nearly made your heart stop. Her eyes twinkled with curiosity as she bent down to pick up a small, folded piece of paper that fallen out of your locker.

“You got another one!” 

“Yeah, I can see that, nosey,” you replied, quickly snatching the note out of her hands before she could become too interested in its contents.

“I just wanna know what he said!” she whined dramatically.

“Wanna know what who said?” 

Looking over your shoulder, you were met by none other than your best friend, Peter Kavinsky, hands shoved into his pockets with furrowed eyebrows. Lara Jean immediately grinned in excitement. She spoke before you could, loudly exclaiming, “Their secret admirer!” 

“Lara Jean!” you scolded, shoving her shoulder. “Seriously?!” 

“You’ve got a secret admirer?” chuckled Peter. “What do the notes say?”

“Nothing—!”

You felt paper being ripped from your hand. Glaring half-heartedly at Lara Jean, you watched as she began reading your letter aloud, “Your eyes burn into my soul like a candle in the dark. My hands long to tangle themselves in the fabric of your shirt. And your lips—”

“Okay, Covey,” you laughed, once again retrieving the paper, “that’s enough.”

Peter watched with a deep chuckle as you shoved the note into your back pocket, “You never told me about this. Do you like that kinda stuff? What he’s been writing, I mean. It seems... sappy.”

You scoffed, closing your locker after retrieving a textbook, “Just admit you’re not romantic and go, Kavinsky.” 

“Alright, alright! Take it easy, babe! I’m not judging!” he rolled his eyes with a smile, tossing his hands up in a defensive manner. “Seriously though... Do you like what he writes or...?”

If you had only spared a glance in Lara Jean’s direction, you would’ve noticed her narrowed, suspicious eyes as she stared at him. Your attention, however, remained on Peter, whose nickname for you sent your heart aflutter.

“I mean,” you shrugged, “the notes are really sweet. Who wouldn’t want someone to talk about them like that?” 

Peter gave you a small smile just as the school bell rang. His eyes followed your figure as you disappeared into the crowd. His trance was brought to an end, however, when a small fist punched his shoulder. Rubbing the sore spot, he glared down at Lara Jean, who had her arms crossed with an irritated expression. 

“Grow a pair, Kavinsky,” she glared.

He scoffed, flinching as she sharply turned away, causing her classic ponytail to hit him across the chest. Little did she know, he did ‘grow a pair’, as she liked to put it. He just needed to wait for you to read your newest letter for yourself.

You looked down at the note in your lap. You had already turned off your car, leaving you to sit quietly in the dark. The only light on the street came shining through the glass doors of Corner Café. 

All the kind, endearing words of your most recently received letter had been concluded with what should have been a simple choice: ‘If you want to know who I am, meet me at Corner Café at 10.’

But now that you were here, you weren’t entirely sure if meeting your secret admirer was what you really wanted. Your mind kept going back to the one person who always knew how to make you smile, who sent butterflies into your heart. Every thought led back to—

Knock! Knock!

You gasped in surprise upon seeing someone peering through the passenger’s side window, “Peter!” 

He gave you a nod in greeting and gently tugged at the door handle. You immediately unlocked it, allowing him slip inside your car. He settled into the passenger’s seat and closed the door behind him. 

“I didn’t realize this place closes at 10,” he said, “so I got us each one of these before they started shutting things down. Sorry about getting the time wrong.”

‘These’ meant two milkshakes, one chocolate for him and one strawberry for you, both topped with whipped cream and a cherry. Your favorite. Aside from the cherry. You always gave yours to Peter since he liked them so much. 

Once he was comfortable, Peter seemed to finally notice your surprised silence. He tilted his head at you and took a sip of his drink, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “You good?” 

You unconsciously accepted the strawberry milkshake, still staring at him as you asked, “What are you doing?”

Everything seemed to suddenly click within Peter’s mind. He cleared his throat, and then said, “Right. I guess I should’ve opened with—uh—I’m your secret admirer. Surprise!”

A glare set into your expression, “That’s not funny, Peter.”

“Not the reaction I was expecting, but alright,” he nodded slowly. “Is the fact that it’s me, like, not okay with you?” 

He watched as your features softened with realization. The way you looked at him was entirely new. With a quivering lip, you whispered, “You aren’t kidding?”

He exhaled with a small smile and shake of the head, “No. I’m not.”

Peter felt a swirl of emotions coursing through him. His palms were growing more and more clammy by the second. You really knew how to stress him out sometimes. However, he couldn’t stop a grin from spreading across his face when your response finally came.

“I’m glad it’s you, Peter.”

“Yeah?” he practically giggled.

You nodded, smiling wide, “Yeah.”

Peter reached out to take your free hand in his. He raised it to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss against your skin. You could feel a cozy warmth spreading within you when he did so.

“I just have one question,” you said, taking a sip of your milkshake.

He hid his face behind your joined hands with a loud groan, “Oh no!”

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing at the sight of him. His cheeks were slowly becoming red with embarrassment. Peeking over your hands, his eyes twinkled as he asked, “What’s the question?”

“Did you really write those notes?” you asked. “Or did Lara Jean help you? Everyone knows she’s a total romantic.”

His face morphed into a shy grimace, “You’re close. I didn’t write them on my own, but Lara Jean wasn’t the one who helped me.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, your head tilted, and then you asked, “Then who did?”

He finally let your joined hands fall into his lap. His thumb traced patterns against your skin. With a sigh, he muttered, “Internet generator.”

You burst with laughter, nearly dropping your milkshake. Peter groaned again and leaned across the center console to hide his face against your shoulder. His hair tickled your skin as you rested your cheek on top of his head.

“Shut up!” his muffled voice demanded. “Don’t make fun of me!”

“Dude,” you shook your head, “not a single person in the world could’ve gotten that information out—!”

“Hey!” he interrupted, abruptly shifting to meet your eyes. “You can’t call me ‘dude’ anymore!”

“What?!” you exclaimed. “Why not?!”

“Because,” he scoffed, as though the reason was obvious, “you can’t go around calling your boyfriend that! I’ll never hear the end of it from Trevor if you do!”

A grin slowly spread across your lips, and then you asked, “Who said you’re my boyfriend, Kavinsky?”

Any sign of happiness instantly disappeared from his expression. His hand grew tighter around yours and he leaned in. His eyes stared into yours with a whole new sense of seriousness.

“I don’t think that’s negotiable at this point, babe,” he muttered. “You think I’m gonna let you go when I just got you?”

“Oh, really?” you asked, trying to contain your smile. “Well then, I have one condition.”

“And what’s that?” he asked, eyes momentarily glancing at your lips.

“You, Mr. Peter Kavinsky,” you smirked, “have to show me your fancy internet generator.”

“Shit!” he groaned, bumping his forehead against yours and closing his eyes. “Fine! But only if I get to kiss you right now.”

You feigned a look of deep thought. Your actions made Peter roll his eyes at you as he waited for a response.

“It’s a deal.”

[harlowsbby]

U Remind Me

Jack always knew Deja Vu was a real thing and that it happened on a day to day basis but he never thought he’d experience it first hand, especially not so close to home.

Jack loved you dearly but there was one thing that was stopping him from fully committing a relationship with you and that’s because you reminded him so much of his ex girlfriend.

Jack’s ex always came off so innocent and sweet but he was fooled by it all, she used Jack and abused him mentally. The way you smiled was the exact same way she smiled. He loved you he did and there wasn’t any denying that but he hated the way he was reminded of her whenever he looked at you.

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“Are you planning on asking Y/N out anytime soon or what? If not I’m willing to take her off your hands.” Urban joked and put the blunt to his lips. Jack rolled his eyes at Urban from his spot in the studio.

“You already know she’s off limits.” Ace raised his eyebrows. “How do we know that though? I mean you haven’t made shit official with her yet and I don’t think she’s going to be waiting for you much longer man.”

Jack knew for a fact that you wouldn’t and weren’t the type to sit around and wait for a man but he just wasn’t ready to make things official just yet. “You don’t think I get that Ace? But you already know the shit I went through with Ava.”

“But Y/N isn’t Ava.” “I know she isn’t but it’s like she has the same traits as Ava, when I first met Ava she was so sweet and innocent just like how Y/N is but then when I found out.” Jack gulped and took a minute. “You don’t have to talk about it Jack we already know what happened.” Ace didn’t want Jack to discuss or relive anything from the past.

“All we’re saying is Y/N isn’t going to wait around forever I can see how badly she wants a relationship with you so work past this shit with Ava or something, go see a therapist or some shit.” Urban said, Jack rubbed his forehead and sighed he knew he had to do something quick or else you’d be gone from his life forever but he just felt as if everything was against him.

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“I mean is this too much to ask for.” Pouting as you watched Peter Kavinsky stick his hand in Lara Jeans back pocket. Neelam came into the room and leaned over the couch seeing you with a pint of ice cream in your hand.

“You want Jack to stick his hand in your ass pocket? Seems a bit weird don’t you think.” She quickly grabbed the pint of ice cream and sat down next to you and helped herself, “I mean just being showed off sounds nice since the guy I like clearly acts like he can’t do that.” Neelam knew everything that was going on and she understood where you were coming from as well as Jack.

Neelam knew you were nothing like Ava at least personality wise, but she did have to admit you had that luring aura that Ava had and you had that sweet and innocent look down.

He knew it was unfair to relate her ignorance to you but he couldn’t help it, he was ready to get back out into the dating world or that’s what he convinced himself.

“Y/N can I talk to you? For a minute or two.” Neelam was hesitant at what she was about to say but she knew it needed to be done. “Of course what’s up Neelam.” Pushing pause on the movie you placed the bowl of popcorn down and faced Neelam.

You gave her a innocent smile and titled your head a bit to the side, something Ava did all the time. “Do you wanna know the reason as to why Jack is so scared of committing with you?”

Your eyes practically bugged out of your head. “I mean yeah I wanna know maybe if you tell me I’ll finally be able to understand where his headset is at.” Neelam nervously bit her lip she just prayed she wasn’t going to regret doing this.

“Well Jack loved Ava he dropped anything and everything to make her happy and to make her feel at ease as well as welcomed.” Neelam shakily breathed in. “That was until he found out what her true intentions were.”

little flashback

“Man I’m so tired I can’t wait to fall asleep and cuddle up with my women.” Jack laughed on the phone with Urban. “I swear all you talk about is Ava this, Ava that I’m so tired of hearing about damn Ava.” Urban joked around.

“You’re just upset you don’t have anybody but that packet of ramen waiting on you back home.” Jack had just finished his last show in California usually he’d go out and party but he really just wanted to be with Ava.

Ace and Neelam decided to follow him back to the hotel room as well to get a few things they left behind in his room from earlier. “Is Ava asleep?” Neelam asked Jack. “I think so, I messaged her earlier but never got anything back.” He said.

Taking out the keycard for the room he noticed the door was already opened up a crack, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “The doors unlocked.” Ace and Neelam looked at one another then back at Jack. He quickly opened the door and ran over to the master bedroom to make sure Ava was okay.

“Ava, baby are you okay the front door was ope-.” Ava was more than okay she was laid out across the bed while was random man was under the covers with her doing God knows what. “Jack?!” She hurriedly pushed the man off of the bed and wrapped herself up in the sheets.

That’s when Jack noticed the man on the floor wasn’t just some ordinary man it was Omar Apollo, Jack’s opener for tour and someone he considered a close friend.

“What.. what’s going on.” Jack’s voice cracked and his eyes started to blur with tears. Ava sighed and tucked a few pieces of hair behind her ears.

“Look Jack I just I don’t think things between the two of us are going to work out.” She blunt stated with no emotion in her tone whatsoever. Neelam scoffed. “Wow.” Neelam mumbled.

“But I mean why not I thought everything was good between us I mean.. I mean I gave you everything.” Ava shrugged her shoulders. “I mean but you didn’t give me everything and Omar will so I just think it’s best I get going but thank you for everything.”

Jack watched the once love of his life gather up her things and kiss the man that she cheated on him with the same way she kissed Jack. Ava have Jack a little kiss on the cheek before being on her way.

little flashback over

“So he thinks I’m just like her basically?” You scoffed, “I’d never in a million years would I hurt Jack that isn’t how I am.”

“I know that Y/N but it’s just hard to separate Ava from you I guess, turns out Omar wasn’t the only person she was sleeping with she was sleeping around with everyone famous that Jack introduced her to just to see who could give her more.” You felt bad for Jack but at the same time you felt offended and hurt that he’d compare you to Ava.

“Just don’t be upset with him alright, he’d kill me if he found out I told you all of this.” “I won’t tell him Neelam.”

“Are you still coming to the party later? For Ace.” Ace was having a party for the release of his own solo album. “I’ll be there Neelam.” She gave you a little side hug before letting you be.

You sat alone in your thoughts and sighed you really had no idea how you’d convince Jack that you weren’t like Ava but you felt as if you didn’t exactly need to because your heart was always pure and genuine.

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Later that night you decided to head over to Ace’s party alone, Jack had offered to pick you up but you politely declined mainly because you needed some time to clear your head before being in a room with Jack.

Pulling up to the event there wasn’t a lot of cars but there was just enough. Getting out of your car you made your way over towards the entrance, once inside you looked around the room trying to spot or notice Jack.

“Are you looking for something?” A high pitched voice came from behind you. Turning around you were faced to face with a women who was much rather shorter than you. “Oh I’m just looking for my boyfriend is all.” You gave her a smile.

“Jack right? He’s right over there.” She pointed at the direction Jack was at. “Thank you.” She smiled and nodded her head before walking away. All the millions of bodies made it difficult to even walk over to Jack but you were thankful when you finally did.

“Baby! I missed you I wished you would’ve let me pick you up.” Jack pouted and brought you into him. “It’s okay I just needed to clear my mind.” You told him and looked up noticing Neelam sitting across from the two of you. She moved her eyes side to side to try and make you look somewhere, but you weren’t understanding her.

“Look that way.” She mouthed, you looked out into the crowd and saw just a bunch of random people, she sighed and sent you a quick text.

Neelam

- Ava is here.

Your eyes widened. “You okay babe?” Jack looked down at you with a concern look on his face you quickly tossed your phone back into your pocket. “I’m okay yeah let’s just… can I get a drink please.” “What kind?” “A margarita is good.” He smiled and went to go get you a drink. Neelam took this as a opportunity to sit next to you.

“She’s here.” Neelam sat down next to you. “How do you know?” “She was the women that was talking to you.” “Which explains how she knew I was with Jack.”

“Do you think she has some type of motive for being here tonight?” Neelam shrugged her shoulders. “I have no idea but keep a close eye on Jack, where did he even go?” Neelam asked.

“He went to get me a drink.” She checked her watch. “It’s been about 20 minutes he never takes this long.” You had an uneasy feeling in your stomach now. “You think he’s with Ava.” “That might be a possibility.”

You got up and made your way over towards the bar and there was no Jack in sight. “Are you okay Miss?” The bartender asked. “Oh I’m just looking for my boyfriend he’s tall, curly hair he kinda raps.” The bartender laughs. “You mean Jack he stepped outside for a second.” You thanked the bartender and made your way outside where you heard someone whispering.

“Do you think you can replace me now Jack?” Ava scoffed. You peaked around the corner seeing Ava and Jack, she had a cigarette in her hand while Jack leaned against the brick wall. “Let’s not act like a victim Ava you fucked me up mentally.” Jack told her. “But that bitch in there she isn’t me she’ll never be me, I’m the one you need to be with.” She defended herself and tossed her cigarette on the floor.

“Look Ava if we’re done here I’m going back inside.” Ava rolled her eyes and looked up and that’s when she noticed you peaking around the corner, a smirk appeared on her lips, just as Jack was about to turn to walk away she pulled him back into him. “Look let’s talk about it I know you can’t fully trust her because of me but maybe you and her just aren’t meant to be if that’s the case, clearly you’re still stuck on me.” She told Jack.

“Yeah in a way you’re right.” Jack said, “I miss you Ava I really fucking do but you were no good for me.” She pouted and ran her fingers across his chest. “Just give us another chance let me prove to you that I’ve changed.” Jack sighed. “I don’t know Ava.”

“Maybe this will change your mind.” She grabbed the back of Jack’s neck and smashed her lips against his lips. The minute he didn’t pull away let you know what you needed to know about him and about everything. You whimpered watching Jack kiss her with so much passion.

He never did love you is what you told yourself as you walked yourself home, he was still so wrapped up in Ava you should’ve known it was never going to be you.

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“YES!?” AHHHHH this chapter was so wonderful?! like it’s everything i would want their first time to be? it was so intimate and hot and tender and just genuinely sweet? like it was so them? and hades choosing to do this now after her successful gig at the hard deck, which she was so nervous about? but she also could genuinely be herself while she was doing it? it was just lovely honestly and i have so much more to say below 💕

"Because—because I didn't know those people, and they didn't know me. At other bars, I'm just a performer, but the people here know me, they work with me, they've seen me around—I can't—I can't hide." - i totally know what she means! i feel this way all the time, it’s so easy being in front of strangers because they don’t know you before your interaction and don’t know you after? and also like being in the styx was also hades’ ‘thing?’ like at one time she was the only one who knew? and now everyone knows and will know?

"Woah, woah, woah, woah." Bradley, stops you and tugs you back to him. - PETER KAVINSKY🤝🏻 BRADLEY BRADSHAW

These last two songs would be the most special of the night. Not because you loved them, but because you were singing them to Bradley. They were for him. - AND IT’S FALSE GOD?!?! THE SLUTTIEST OF SLUTTY TAYLOR SONGS?!!

"So we have one more song for you tonight, and I'd like to dedicate it to someone special. Bradley, this one's for you, Love." You say as you begin to strum the first notes of the song. - this is so SWEET!?! the public declarations!?! bradley rocking a semi before this? and it’s going to get even worse? i’m obsessed

"Maybe the moment's right—" - RIGHT TO FUCK

"Bradley—" you sigh as you meet his confused expression. "Take me home, and take me to bed." You clarify for him. - SCREAMING!?!! SCREAMINGGGG she’s so direct and open with him!!!

The nerves didn't come because you didn't have anything to be nervous about. You loved Bradley and he loved you. - and that’s how you know ☺️

Once the zipper was open, he rose back to his feet and gathered all of your hair away from the right side of your neck. He pushed it away as you lulled your head to the side to give him better access. His lips dances across the space, leaving a scorching trail in their wake as he pushed the sleeves of your dress off your shoulders. - oh oh oh this is so pretty! i love whenever this happens

Bradley gently placed you in the center of the sheets, making sure your head was propped up on the pillows. Your hair fanned out around you like a halo. How fitting, he thought. - oh how divine 🤭🤭 so pretty

He grabbed your hips and stilled your movements as he dragged his hot, wet tongue across your stomach and over your navel before placing a kiss right above where you wanted him most. - AHHHHHHHH 🤭🤭 HIM!

You parted your thighs for him, silently inviting him to take whatever he wanted from you. - take! me!

With a particular harsh lick of his tongue, you jolted forward and clamped your legs around Bradley's head. He eased your thigh open, keeping them nice and wide for his broad shoulders. - ohmygod his broad shoulders?!? he’s so big and broad and god i want him to manhandle me

"Don't get shy on me now. I want to hear everything. I want you to sing for me again. Can you do that? Can you sing for me, pretty girl?" Bradley asks you. - pretty girl 🫨 sing for me AGAIN 🫨 PRETTY GIRL 🫨 like fly boy could get an aria out of me

You would do anything Bradley asked of you because you wanted to be good for him. He was so, so good to you, and you wanted to be his best girl. - ohmyfuckinggod i’m dizzy!?! THIS?!? fuck

Olokliróno - FUCK?!!

"I started learning the language after you told me you were Greek." Bradley tells you. Your eyes go wide. You told him that over ten months ago, before you were dating. He'd cared about you that long. - 1) obsessed with this and 2) the fact that he looked THAT up?? peace out y’all

It's a stretch. You knew it would be to take all seven and a half inches of him. - you know the airframe on an f-18 can only handle 7.5 g’s 🤭 (the way he says that line in the movie puts me in a tizzy)

He leans back on his haunches and tilts your hips upwards before rutting into you again. You let out I high-pitched moan and a string of Greek, and he knows he's found it. - ohmygod????

"Is that it? Is that the spot right there? It has to be because it had my pretty girl making those heavenly moans for me. C'mon, Baby, get loud for me." Bradley encourages you as he ruts into you harder, deeper, faster. - ohmygoddd?!? this is so?!?! fuckkkkk

Maybe you should get his fingerprints tattooed on you so you'd always have them. - OHMYGOD!?! AND THEN SHE SAYS IT OUT LOUD?!??

"Yesyesyes!" You babbled out as you nodded your head. - awwwww she’s all cock dumb, poor thing

Maybe—just maybe—one day, if he is lucky, he'll get you pregnant, and then their would be no denying who's girl you were. God, the idea of you round and swollen and carrying his child only added to Bradley's pleasure. - i’m not kidding, i literally slapped my hand over my mouth as i read this line like my GODDDDD

Bradley wasn't having sex with you. He was making love to you. He was showing you over and over that he cared for you with the amount of effort he was putting in. - HE CARED ABOUT WHAT YOU WANTED?!! this is so good nik!

And in that moment, Bradley decides that this is exactly what he wants for the rest of his life. He also knows that he has to practice his Greek one more time before the morning. - this is so soft!! and what is he going to practice??! is it a big question - nay THE big question?

"I didn't really know what she meant then, but I do now. I want to give you my heart forever—however long, that is." - AHHHHHHHHH OH MY GOD?!!!!! AHHHHHH

false god

Series Warnings: Mythology!AU. Language, alcohol, drinking. Military inaccuracies. Mutual pining, unrequited love. Allusions to and full smut. Minors DNI. 18+. Individual chapter warnings will come as needed. Banner Credit @thedroneranger

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Chapter 13: Electric Touch

Thursdays at the Hard Deck were normally pretty quiet. A few regulars besides the Dagger Squad, maybe a few girls out with their friends or the occasional group of office coworkers out for a pre-Friday happy hour.

However, this Thursday was very loud. Not because of the crowds, but because of Penny Benjamin, soon to be Mitchell.

The Daggers had taken a seat at the bar, and Penny was talking to them when her phone rang. She stepped to the back to take it. Moments later, everyone heard the unmistakable sound of her yelling.

Glances were shared amongst the group as they all wondered what could be wrong. All eyes shot towards Maverick, who was innocently sitting at the end of the bar.

"I didn't do anything—this time. I swear!" He held his hands up in mock defense as Penny came back out.

"You aren't going to believe it!" She huffed to no one in particular. "My band for tomorrow just canceled on me. Something about another bar offered them more money. What am I going to do? We always get a huge crowd when we have live music!" Penny grabbed the towel off her shoulder and threw it on the bar before taking her head in her hands and sighing.

Everyone was silent for a moment, trying to come up with a way to console Penny. No one was sure what to say. Bradley looked at you and raised an eyebrow. You knew what he was thinking. You knew what everyone was thinking, but no one was going to say anything to throw you under the bus. Well, almost no one.

"You know Hades is in a band. She's the lead singer." Jake pipes up after a few beats.

You shoot him a death glare as Penny comes to stand before you.

"You're in a band?" She leans on her elbows.

"Technically, I'm just filling in until they find a new lead singer." You tell her. "So you're in a band, and you didn't tell me?" Penny scoffs.

"The Styx isn't really the kind of band you normally have here, Pen. You can ask they squad. They unknowingly saw us a few months ago for Fanboy's birthday. We are more punk rock—alternative—that kind of stuff." You tell her, hoping she'll drop it.

"Listen, I'm in a pinch. Can you call the rest of your band mates and see if you can turn the emo down for a night and help me out. I mean, surely you guys know some pop or rock or something." Penny practically begs you.

She wasn't wrong, The Styx knew a wide range of songs.

"Fine." You sighed. "I'll call them." You grabbed your phone and stepped outside. Half an hour later, everyone had agreed, and The Styx would be playing at the Hard Deck on Friday.

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You were silent as Bradley drove to the Hard Deck early Friday afternoon. You were going to a quick sound check before the Hard Deck opened and then you and Bradley were grabbing a quick dinner before The Styx went on.

In regards to Penny's wishes, you and the rest of the band had chosen and rehearsed some more upbeat pieces, some throwback rock, and a few surprises.

You'd also traded in your usual concert attire for a black sundress with cap sleeves that tied in the front. You could take the girl out of the punk, but you couldn't take the punk out of the girl.

Sound check and dinner went fine, but when Bradley brought you back and opened your door, you refused to get out.

"I can't do this." You said to him as he stood there with the door open.

"What do you mean, Angel?" Bradley asked you.

"I can't—I can't sing in front of these people." You told him, still not moving.

"Angel, darling, I've seen you get up there and sing your heart out dozens of time now. You've never once had any reservations. Why now?" Bradley inquires.

"Because—because I didn't know those people, and they didn't know me. At other bars, I'm just a performer, but the people here know me, they work with me, they've seen me around—I can't—I can't hide." You admit to him. You'd never been one to have stage fright, but the idea of not having the security of playing a bar and then never going there again weighed on your shoulders.

At other gigs, people didn't know your name, and you'd never see them again, but the Hard Deck was different.

This audience would be filled with people who knew you. What if you messed up? Made a fool of yourself? Everyone would know.

"Baby." Bradley spoke softly. "Everything is going to be fine. You're going to be amazing. Plus, if anyone says anything to you, I will personally take care of it myself. Now, you need to get in there and knock 'em dead." Bradley smiles at you before unbuckling your seat belt and helping you out of the car.

You nod and jump out, ready to head in. But before you do, Bradley grabs your hand.

"Woah, woah, woah, woah." Bradley, stops you and tugs you back to him. You curl against his torso. As he looks down at you. "I know you aren't about to get up there and sing without me giving you a good luck kiss. C'mon Kolasi, are you crazy?" Bradley chuckles. You lean up on your tiptoes and press a kiss to his lips.

"Much better." He grins. "Now go be a rockstar." You turn away from him and run to catch up with everyone.

You take your place with the band and exchange greetings and good luck. Lyla let's you know that everything is ready for what you have planned.

After Penny introduces you, you all take the stage. The Daggers are all front row, with Bradley in the center, looking up at you like you hung the moon.

You start out your set with some eighties rock. Bon Jovi always puts everyone in a good mood. During the set, you move through some boy band hits, pop princesses, and a dash of country, but as it comes to a close, you have two songs left, and you're nervous for them.

After wrapping up the last bars of a Halsey song, Derrick puts down his bass guitar and grabs his saxophone from the case.

You turn to the crowd and speak into the microphone. "Well, we've got two songs left in our set, and we thought we'd change it up just a bit." You speak.

Everyone cheers and settles in. You find Bradley, still watching, still captivated by you. You take a deep breath. These last two songs would be the most special of the night. Not because you loved them, but because you were singing them to Bradley. They were for him.

You nodded to Derrick, and he and the rest of the band began to play.

You opened your mouth, and the words flowed from your red lips.

"We were crazy to think. Crazy to think that this could work. Remember how I said I'd die for you?"

Bradley's ears perked up. He recognized this song. He'd heard it faintly over the roar of the shower on more than one occasion. His breath hitched. You continued to sing, and Bradley couldn't ignore how undeniably sexy you looked and sounded right now.

He could feel the heat rising in his face and all of his blood rushing south as you began the chorus of the song.

"We might just get away with it. The altar is my hips. Even if it's a false god."

Your hips were an alter, and Bradley would gladly spend the rest of his life on his knees worshiping you.

His pants were definitely feeling tighter now as your body swayed with the beat. You looked right at him. Your eyes locked into his as you sang.

As you finished the song, Bradley really thought he was going to have to excuse himself to the bathroom, but if he got up, everyone would see how rock hard he was underneath his jeans. So, he stayed seated and took a long sip of his beer, trying to collect himself as there was some movement on the stage.

He looked around the bar and tried to think of anything except for you and what you might be wearing under your dress and what it would look like when he took it off of you tonight.

When he looks back at the stage, he's shocked.

You're standing up at the microphone with a red and black acoustic guitar in your hands. Bradley didn't even know you played. Is it possible that seeing you with it has made him fall even more in love with you?

You clear your throat as you grip the neck of the guitar and squeeze your pick in your hand.

"So we have one more song for you tonight, and I'd like to dedicate it to someone special. Bradley, this one's for you, Love." You say as you begin to strum the first notes of the song.

Bradley's breath catches jn his throat. He isn't sure where to look right now. He can't decide if he should focus on the way your fingers expertly glide over the strings of the guitar or how perfect your crimson pout is while you sing.

"All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life."

Bradley thinks about how he would never break your heart and how you've told him he is the one who made you believe in love—in soulmates.

The more you sing, the more he sees your inhibitions slipping. He sees you relax and enjoy what you're doing, truly for the first time that night.

"And I want you now, wanna need you forever. In the heat of your electric touch."

God, you looked so beautiful up there. You found his eyes and smiled right at him. There was so much love for him on your face. You loved him, and you wanted everyone to know.

You stepped away from the microphone and started playing in earnest, strumming every note without hesitation or fear, jumping to the beat without a care in the world.

The bridge of the song came up. You let go of your guitar and let it hang from your shoulder as you grabbed the microphone with both hands to sing it.

You threw your head back as you crescendoed on a note at the climax of the song.

"I was thinking just one time. Maybe the stars align. And maybe I call you mine—"

You locked eyes with him, and it was like you two were the only ones in the room

"Maybe the moment's right—"

You finished strong with the absolute biggest smile on your face. Everyone inside the bar gave you and The Styx a standing ovation, and when you looked at Bradley, he was beaming at you with pride. You couldn't help it, but a few tears came to your eyes. But it was true, Bradley really did bring you back to life.

He was the light in your darkness.

He gave you a reason to live.

He saved you.

After putting everything away, Bradley found you sitting on the back deck of the Hard Deck, watching the waves roll in.

There's a comfortable silence between the two of you as you both stare at the ocean, enjoying each other's company.

"You were amazing." He tells you, coming to sit beside you. "Why did you tell me you could play guitar?" He asks you. "It never came up." You joke with him as he pulls your stool closer to him.

"Of course, baby. I can take us home, we can change into some comfy clothes and watch some more of that documentary. Bradley replies, missing the point.

"Bradley." You breathe out, breaking the quiet. He hums back in response. "Take me home." You say as you stand up between his parted thighs.

"Bradley—" you sigh as you meet his confused expression. "Take me home, and take me to bed." You clarify for him. Your palm coming to rest on his bicep

His honey colored eyes turn almost black in an instant as he pulls you in for a kiss.

"Fuck—Angel. Are you sure?" He asks you as he pulls back.

"Positive." You confirm. That's all Bradley needed to hear. He quickly stands up and grabs your hand. The two of you weave through the crowd of people, not bothering to stop and say goodbye. Bradley doesn't let go of you or speak a word until he has physically put you in the Bronco and buckled you up himself.

"I love you." He says as he climbs in the car and starts it. He laces your fingers together, and the two of you drive into the night.

.................

You thought you would be nervous on the drive home, but you're not.

Then, you thought that the nerves would hit you as you rode in the elevator to your floor or when Bradley unlocked the door and pulled you in behind him.

But they didn't.

And they didn't come when Bradley pinned you against the inside of the door to kiss you. They didn't come when you kicked off your shoes and wrapped your legs around his torso. They didn't come as he carried you down the hallway while you pushed his tropical print shirt off his shoulders or pulled his undershirt over his head.

The nerves didn't come because you didn't have anything to be nervous about. You loved Bradley and he loved you.

He gently sat you down , your feet landing on the plush rug in your shared bedroom.

Bradley unbuckled his belt and quickly discarded it and his jeans, leaving him in just his tight, black boxers.

You cupped him through the fabric, and he kissed you— hard. He moaned against your mouth as you ran your hand over his covered length. You slipped your tongue between his parted lips and deepened the kiss.

The need for air became too great, and the two of you broke apart. Bradley pressed his forehead against yours as the two of you panted, sharing the same air.

His hands skimmed up your side before finding the knot that held the front of your dress closed. He slowly pulled at the fabric, tugging it lose, before spinning you around and dragging the zipper down the back of your dress. Bradley pressed featherlight kisses along the column of your spin as each new inch of skin was exposed to him.

It pooled in the floor at your feet. You stepped out of it and turned to face him.

Once the zipper was open, he rose back to his feet and gathered all of your hair away from the right side of your neck. He pushed it away as you lulled your head to the side to give him better access. His lips dances across the space, leaving a scorching trail in their wake as he pushed the sleeves of your dress off your shoulders.

You weren't wearing a bra, so Bradley had a beautiful view of your peaked nipples that were just begging for his lips to be wrapped around them or rolled between his callous fingertips.

His eyes trailed futher south to the lacy, onyx colored panties—if you could even consider calling them panties, that you were wearing.

The small scrap of black fabric left little to the imagination. The lace ran across the front of you before merging with silk ribbons that were tied and resting on your hips.

Bradley skimmed his hands across your tattoos before tugging each ribbon loose with one finger. The cloth easily fell away from you and joined your dress and his pants in the floor.

You stood there before him, bare and beautiful. It was a glorious sight. Down right heavenly.

"Are you sure?" Bradley whispered.

You took a step closer to him and skimmed the waistband of his boxers with your fingers. "Well, Bradley, fair is fair. You've seen mine, now let me see yours." You teased him. Bradley smirked at you before pushing the fabric down his thick thighs and kicking them off. You sucked in a breath. Time felt like it stopped. Both of you were there, naked and unafraid, ready to take the next step in your relationship.

"I've never been more sure of anything else in my life." You promised him.

Bradley cupped your face in his hands before placing a tender kiss on your lips, slotting his mouth over yours, trying to pour every last ounce of adoration he had for you into it.

He broke away from you, just briefly, to sweep you up into his arms. He carried you bridal style the short distance to the bed.

Bradley gently placed you in the center of the sheets, making sure your head was propped up on the pillows. Your hair fanned out around you like a halo. How fitting, he thought.

Bradley climbed over you. His large body covering yours. He kissed you once more before dropping his lips to your jaw. He followed the line of it to the place where it met your ear.

You shuttered as he kissed there before trailing them down the column of your throat. Bradley continued his journey further south, pausing to nip and suck the tender swells of the tops of your breasts before his tongue laved the valley between them.

Each flick of his tongue against your pebbled nipple sent another rush of wetness to your core. You were so worked up, your slick running down your thighs as you rubbed them together in search of some friction to provide the tiniest bit of relief.

He took your right nippled between his lips, sucking the dusty rose colored bud into the warmth of his mouth before rolling the sensitive bud between his teeth. His left hand cupped your other one, kneading and rolling the flesh, causing you to moan for him. He pulled off of you with an audible pop before turning his attention to the other.

But Bradley wasn't having any of it.

He grabbed your hips and stilled your movements as he dragged his hot, wet tongue across your stomach and over your navel before placing a kiss right above where you wanted him most.

You parted your thighs for him, silently inviting him to take whatever he wanted from you. He nudged them even further apart before lowering his face to be level with your core.

"You're so wet for me, Angel." Bradley praised you. He was so close you could feel his hot breath fan across your center. You clenched around nothing, as you waited for him to touch you.

"Bradley—please." You whimpered, yearning for him to please you.

"Easy there, Angel. Just relax. I'll take care of you." Bradley assured you as he stroked the inner flesh of your thigh. You took a deep breath and settled yourself again.

He chuckled before leaning forward and placing a delicate kiss on your clit. Your back arched as you nearly jumped off the bed. Bradley's large hands found your hips and pinned your down.

Your fingers flexed against the sheets, desperately seeking something to ground yourself. With a particular harsh lick of his tongue, you jolted forward and clamped your legs around Bradley's head.

Bradley pressed another kiss to your clit before tracing your slit with his tongue, gathering your wetness before drawing the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth. A breathy moan left your lips as he lapped at your core, over and over again, drawing more sounds of pleasure from you.

He eased your thigh open, keeping them nice and wide for his broad shoulders. Your hand found purchase in his hair. You tugged on his golden curls, the blunt tips of your fingernails digging into his scalp.

He growled at the sensation before sinking two fingers into you. He curled his left hand, stroking your walls with expert fashion. He found that spongy spot inside your velvet heat with ease, and he zeroed in on it, quickly sending you towards a release.

You cried out his name in a string of melodious whines and moans, that went straight to Bradley's cock as he rutted himself against the mattress.

He knew he needed to collect himself because the beautiful sounds you were making, coupled with your devine taste, was almost enough to make him cum.

You threw your head back into the pillows and screamed before tugging your lower lip into your mouth in an attempt to control yourself.

Bradley kept a steady rhythm between his fingers and his tongue, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. It was overwhelming. You tried to pull away, but Bradley slipped his free hand under you and grabbed your ass, pulling you as close has he possibly could to him, before draping his arm over your hip bones and pinning you in place.

Bradley continued to lap at your core as you ground against his face, but as he did, he noticed something was missing. You were quiet, too quiet

Bradley looked up at you. Your lower lip was rolled between your teeth in an attempt to silence the sounds that are music to his ears.

"Angel—" He breathes out as he crawls up the bed and hovers over you. You meet his eyes as Bradley draws his thumb over your lip and frees it.

"Don't get shy on me now. I want to hear everything. I want you to sing for me again. Can you do that? Can you sing for me, pretty girl?" Bradley asks you.

You nod your head rapidly. You could do that for him. You would do anything Bradley asked of you because you wanted to be good for him.

He was so, so good to you, and you wanted to be his best girl.

So, when his lips met your eager core once more, you let out a symphony of moans, just for Bradley, his own private concert.

"Bradley, Bradley, Bradley!" You chanted his name as you tossed a leg over his shoulder and dug your heel into his back.

"Oh fuck, fuck, o gam, o gam! Olokliróno!" You shouted, slipping back into your native Greek tongue as pleasure washed over you as you came.

Your chest heaved as Bradley eased you through your high.

He climbed up next to you on the bed, grinning.

You smiled at him shyly. "I'm sorry." You laughed. "For what?" He asked you. "For switching to Greek. It's my first language, I couldn't help it." You say.

"If you keep it up, who knows what else you might hear me say." You tease him as you kiss him again, tasting yourself on his lips.

"Don't apologize. Do you know how incredibly sexy it was to hear you shout 'oh, fuck, I'm cumming,' in your native language?" Bradley smirks at you.

You look at him shocked. "How did you know what I said?" You asked him.

"I started learning the language after you told me you were Greek." Bradley tells you. Your eyes go wide. You told him that over ten months ago, before you were dating. He'd cared about you that long.

Your heart swells as you kiss him.

Bradley chuckles and easily slides his body over yours, supporting his weight on his forearms.

You can feel the thick head of his cock at your entrance. He moves one hand down and collects some of your wetness before spreading it over himself.

His eyes meet yours, one final, silent ask for permission, reassurance that this is something you want. You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him as he pushes into you, slowly.

It's a stretch. You knew it would be to take all seven and a half inches of him. But it's a good stretch. It seems like it takes an eternity before Bradley finally bottoms out, and his hips are flush with yours.

You let go of the breath you are holding and wrap your legs around him, holding him still as you adjust to his size.

Bradley is dying to move. He's willing himself to hold back, even though he wants nothing more than to rut into your tight, wet heat. He knows that it's been a while for you. He also knows how important this is for you—for both of you, and he'll be damned if he lets his primal urges fuck this up.

You wriggle your hips, adjusting on the bed. Your walls flutter around him, and Bradley can't control the stutter in his hips as he curses.

"M'sorry." He mumbles, trying to calm himself.

"It's fine, Love, you can move." You tell him. Bradley nods. He pulls back about halfway before seating himself in you again.

A groan escapes his lips as he repeats the action over and over again, pulling out more each time until he's only leaving his thick mushroom tip inside of you.

Your arms wrap around his torso as you desperately claw at his tanned skin. His thrusts are deep, deliberate. You know Bradley is searching for your gspot so he can zero in on it and have you cumming around his cock.

He leans back on his haunches and tilts your hips upwards before rutting into you again. You let out I high-pitched moan and a string of Greek, and he knows he's found it.

"Is that it? Is that the spot right there? It has to be because it had my pretty girl making those heavenly moans for me. C'mon, Baby, get loud for me." Bradley encourages you as he ruts into you harder, deeper, faster.

The head of his cock kisses your cervix before dragging along the textured roof of your walls over and over again. A symphony falls from your lips as Bradley flexes against you.

His hands grip the meat of your hips, hard enough to leave brusies, marking you like a badge of honor. Maybe you should get his fingerprints tattooed on you so you'd always have them.

"Is that way you want? Does my beautiful girl want everyone to know who she belongs to?" Bradley goads you. You didn't realize you were thinking out loud when you'd said that last part, but it was true. You wanted everyone to know that you were Bradley's, and he was yours.

"Yesyesyes!" You babbled out as you nodded your head.

Bradley's eyes darkened. He loved the idea of everyone seeing the evidence of your lovemaking. He wanted everyone to know that he was the one who got to love you, to pleasure you—to worship you. That he was the only one worthy of that honor.

Maybe—just maybe—one day, if he is lucky, he'll get you pregnant, and then their would be no denying who's girl you were. God, the idea of you round and swollen and carrying his child only added to Bradley's pleasure.

"Fuck, Angel! You feel so fucking good. Gripping me so fucking tight. I could stay buried in you for eternity. You gave me a taste, and now I'm never going to get enough." Bradley cried out as you clenched around him.

The two of you moved in a syncopated rhythm, pushing a pulling in perfect harmony. Bradley praised you as you begged him for more.

In the back of you mind, you thought that he would have wanted to fuck you into the mattress until you couldn't walk tomorrow, but he surprised you once again.

Bradley wasn't having sex with you. He was making love to you. He was showing you over and over that he cared for you with the amount of effort he was putting in.

He listened to every gasp, every hitch in your breath, in order to make this a pleasurable experience for you. He cared about what you wanted.

You lifted your hips off the bed to meet his thrusts, urging both of you to the edge. As much as you wanted to stay wrapped up in Bradley, you wanted—nay—needed for him to cum inside you. To claim you as his own. To make you his just as much as he was yours.

Bradley could tell you were close. Each time he pulled back, your pussy gripped him, as if trying to keep him in place.

Sounds of your love making bounced off the walls of your bedroom. Wrapping you and Bradley in them.

Because this wasn't just sex between the two of you, it was something more. An ethereal connection the two of you had.

Bradley had never been so in love in his life. Truly, when he thought about it, Bradley didn't think he had even been in love with anyone until he met you.

You changed the very definition of love for Bradley.

You are the most beautiful, amazing, talented person he has ever known, and he doesn't want to live one day of his life without you.

Bradley's leaned forward, bracing on his forearms, invading your space, and sharing your air.

He continued to rock against you, his thighs starting the burn, and his balls tight and, aching for release, but he wouldn't allow himself to let go until he felt you coming undone around him. He needed to make you feel good. It's the only thing on his mind.

His head dropped to the crook of your neck as he peppered kisses there before using one of his hands to trace tight circles over your clit.

You tighten around him the timing of his thrusts, and the feeling of his fingers on your neglected bundle of nerves has your head spinning, but it's too much.

You wriggle under him, trying to get away from the sensation, but you can't.

"Bradley, it's too much." You tell him, and he understands. He pulls his hand back from your core.

Instead, he grabs your left hand and laces it with his, pinning both of them over your head. You close your eyes and cry out. "Love, I'm so close! Agápi, eímai tóso kontá!" As you thrash your head from side to side.

"I know, me too, Angel. Open your eyes. Look at me. I want you to look at me when you cum." Bradley grunts out, his voice strained with pleasure.

It takes every ounce of willpower you have, but you force your eyes open and stare into his. You squeeze his left hand with your own as your orgasm washed over you.

Euphoria floods your body as you cum for Bradley, chanting his name like a sacred prayer.

Bradley cums with you, babbling your name as he spills into you, your walls clamping around him, milking him for everything he has.

You don't know how much time passed, nor do you remember dozing off. But you're startled awake when you feel a warm damp cloth between your legs.

He collapses on top of you, and you welcome his weight as you card your fingers through his hair. You tremble against him as he whispers praises into your skin.

"B—Bradley?" You stutter out, your voice still raspy with sleep as you sit up.

"Shh, Angel, go back to sleep. I just wanted to clean you up." He tells you. You give him a sleepy smile as he finishes caring for you. Bradley tosses the cloth into the hamper, and you make grabby hands for him as he walks back over to the bed. He takes you in his arms, and you curl up to him as close as you possibly can.

"I love you." You tell him as you trace lazy shapes along his torso. "I love you too, Angel." He tells you as he cards his fingers through your hair. And in that moment, Bradley decides that this is exactly what he wants for the rest of his life.

He also knows that he has to practice his Greek one more time before the morning.

............

The next morning, you wake up alone. He worried at first, but when you hear the sounds of Bradley in the kitchen, you settle.

You take your time getting up and taking a shower. You're deliciously sore from the night before, and you couldn't be happier.

Post shower, you slip on one of Bradley's UVA tees and a pair of leggings. You pull your hair into a messy bun, and make your way into the kitchen.

Hydra and Cerberus are both at Bradley's feet, no doubt waiting for him to "accidentally" drop some bacon for them. You smile at the sight.

You can't recall a time when you have been this happy.

Breakfast is slow and easy. Bradley holds your hand through the entire thing. But when you get up to put the dishes away, he stops you.

You looked at him confused. But he gives you a reassuring smile before speaking.

"Hades—Angel, before I met you, I thought I knew what love was. And I never thought it was in the cards for me. But that all changed when I met you. You showed me what it meant to love and be loved. You showed me what it means to be so in love with someone it hurts.

I have loved you since the first day I met you. Angel, S'agapó, I love you. I love you more and more each day. I the way you laugh, and the way you smile, and they way you care for others.

You are the most amazing person I have ever met. And I don't want a day of my life to go by where you aren't in it, and I may not be able to stand at an alter and do it, but it doesn't mean that I can't ask you.

So, Ángele, tha me pantrefteís? Angel, will you marry me?" Bradley finishes his speech and reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small box. He opens it to reveal a beautiful diamond ring. You reach forward and gingerly touch it and instantly see that it belonged to his mother.

"Bradley— I—we—" you stutter as tears cloud your eyes.

"We can't— not really. And didn't we say marriage was just a piece of paper?" You shake your head.

"I was so wrong to say that." Bradley tells you.

"My dad died when I was a kid. And my mom never remarried. When I was old enough to understand, I asked her why, and she said that when you married someone, you promised to give someone your heart forever. She told me she had already given her heart to my dad, and she couldn't give it to anyone else again." Bradley tells you.

"I didn't really know what she meant then, but I do now. I want to give you my heart forever—however long, that is." Bradley smiles at you. Your eyes flick between him and the ring in his hand.

You knew that your marriage would never be real in the eyes of the other Gods, but you didn't care. They never cared about you anyway.

And you no longer cared about completing your quest. As long as you had Bradley, you had no desire to be immortal. He gave you purpose. For the first time in your life, he gave you a reason to live.

And maybe it didn't make sense, but it didn't matter. He was right. Marriage was a promise to give someone your heart, and even without a ring, you'd already given Bradley yours.

So, before you can think too hard about it, you look Bradley in the eyes and answer him.

"Yes."

Special shout out to @thedroneranger for the amazing moodboad!

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[thestoryofpatlife]

Babeeee ♥

[kimsterr]

[kaznej]

#it's noah's Brand™

[chandlerbinging]

The way peter says,covey.... The way they kiss.... The way lara bites her lips all the time... The way they are bliss... And the way they make it look so magical ... And yeah,,the way they made ME BELIEVE IN LOVE. ❤❤

“You gonna break my heart, Covey??”

[yns-world]

John Ambrose Dating Headcanons

a/n: he’s the bestest boy and deserves the world <333

the sweetest baby boy :(((

soft touches and delicate hand holding

his hand is so comforting and warm and safe

his hugs melt all of your worries and always ground you

his kisses are so angelic-- his lips are so gentle and soft and you can always taste his lap balm <3

he’s always staring at you with heart-shaped eyes and a goofy grin

he's so lovesick that it grosses everyone out (peter kavinsky specifically)

he takes you on the sweetest dates ever :((

your first date was a picnic on a lazy sunday

john showed up bright and early to your doorstep, presenting you with a bouquet of flowers and wearing the biggest smile you’ve ever seen

he then took you to this serene lake hidden deep in the woods-- it took a bit of walking to get there-- but it was so worth it.

the calm water reflected hundreds of the sun’s diamonds on its surface; the cicadas chirped alongside the songbirds in the background

john set up the picnic right next to the lake and you guys spent the entire day chatting, eating (the food that he handmade and poured so much love into <3), and gazing into each other’s eyes like the adorable lovers you are

but the date didn’t end there-- you guys were still there long after dark, watching the sunset together, and moongazing for a majority of the night <3

once you started to get sleepy at around 2am, john cleaned up the date and took you back home

both of you were tired the next day at school but it was so worth it <3 (you both spent the lunch period leaning on each other’s shoulders and trying to catch up on sleep)

this was a little something that came to me today because i don't see enough fics for my favorite boy >:(

if you enjoyed this, please consider reblogging because it helps my account <3

as always, check my pinned post for request rules :)

i hope y'all have a wonderful day and i'll catch y'all in the next post! ;)

[forlovvers]

[ txt as romantic tropes ]

warning(s): none.

SOOBIN !

second chance. soobin would be your first love. you’d end on good-ish terms with him, and eventually he would become a memory. but, all those memories come rushing back to you when you see him again. when you get on the bus that early morning is when you see him. he’s standing five seats away, hand casually clutching the handle. he adjusts his headphones and looks up, only to meet your gaze. he gives you a half-dimpled-smile, and a small wave, and just like that you’ve fallen for him once again.

YEONJUN !

fake dating. yeonjun > peter kavinsky. he’d propose the fake dating idea, and at first it seemed like yeonjun didn’t really consider you or your feelings, but yeonjun was just that type of person you couldn’t say ‘no’ to. plus, it benefited you too. one night, you two were out on a fake date (although there was no one to show). you threw your head back, laughing at something stupid he said. your eyes were glimmering and your laugh filled the room. his heart pounded faster and the tips of his ears colored red. maybe he wouldn’t have to fake anything at all.

BEOMGYU !

enemies to lovers. he’d tease you endlessly, and you aren’t the type to take it. you two would constantly bicker in class, and some of your classmates even think you have a secret relationship or something because how much you bicker. but no. you just hate his guts. but somehow, by pure destiny, you two end up lost together on a school field trip. lost and stranded in the middle of nowhere. you and him fought on which direction to go, where to stop, etc. finally, you convinced him to get a motel room for the both of you. except, one more problem. there was only one bed. you two did the best to stay on your sides, but he just wasn’t having it. “give me the blanket.” “you give me the blanket.” “*gasp*. did you just, tug it?” “yea, i did.” “fine. let’s just share it.” “fine.” “fine.” resting your eyes, you begin to sleep. “are you warm enough?” the simple question knots your stomach. “shut up.” a grin forming your lips.

TAEHYUN !

forbidden love. the type of boy to write songs about you and make his friends learn it on the guitar. your parents had never really been fond of your relationship with him. in fact, they despised it. so, that meant you two had to be more secretive. you’d meet him late at night or early in the morning. at night, he’d come through your window, always careful not to get caught. he’d sit and quietly sing you songs as you laid in his lap. sometimes, your parents came to check up on you in the night. so you’d quickly shove him into your closet and try to play it off not-so-smoothly. afterwards you two laughed at it, you relished in the bliss you felt with him. and he’d park his car at least two blocks away, just in case. it meant long walks, but he didn’t mind, because it was for you.

HUENING KAI !

best friends to lovers. you’ve known huening kai since forever. you’ve been with him through the thick and thin. and vise virsa. it wasn’t long before your had feelings grew for him, in a ‘more than friends’ way. he was just so charming; walking with you to your next class, bringing you extra food for lunch, cheering you up when you feel down. he made your heart racer faster than anyone had ever had. but you wouldn’t confess to him. no. never. you were too scared to ruin your friendship if he didn’t reciprocate your feelings. except one day, you slipped up. in regular conversation you let it slip you liked him. after, you hid from him for at least two weeks because you were scared of what he had to say. it wasn’t until kai had had enough of your nonsense and stopped you one day after school, reciprocating your feelings.

a/n: idk why the paragraphs kept getting longer and longer but yea 🧍🏻

[shotosprincess]

♡ dating the bnha boys — hcs

｡･:*:･-: ✧ :,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･-: ✧ :,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

➪ shoto todoroki

pls you’ve prolly been terrified of him for a while prior bc of how ?? talented ?? the mf is ??

but mans prolly saved you at some point and there was this lingering stare you two shared before he left you at recovery girls’ office; were you reading too far into things ?

spoiler alert: you weren’t.

anYWAYS-

he’s the kind of boyfriend to tenderly brush your hair for you and attempt to learn how to tie and braid your hair up in cute ,, simple designs !!

he’d always be ready with little things you’re constantly forgetting; extra snacks,, water,, a fully charged portable charger ,, trust me when i say that man is pREPARED- after all ,, he needs to be ready with everything to take care of his little sweetheart ,, does he not ?

ONLY TWO POINTS IN AND IM ALREADY CRYING BC I LOVE HIM SM BYE BYE BYE

at some point he’d find you sitting on the roof by yourself late at night,, only to stay with you and let you fall asleep on his chest as he drapes a blanket over you and heats it up a lil with his quirk

OKAY YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT THAT MAN WOULDNT HOLD THE DOOR OPEN FOR YOU AT ALL TIMES AND WOULD SOMETIMES EVEN GET LOWKEYHIGHKEY KINDA SAD WHEN YOU DONT LET HIM

prolly bc he just wants to prove to you that he can be useful

pls just let the man know he’s useful and important he never shows it directly but he needs the reassurance—

he’d give you a warm massage w his quirk whenever you’re in pain :”)

HIDES AND PROTECTS YOU FROM MINETA BC HE KNOWS DAMN WELL WHAT THAT LITTLE SHIT FANTASIZES ABOUT

loves heating//cooling things for you ,, like instant noodles or ice packs !!

surprises you w jewelry that have his initials on them !!

GIVES THE BEST CUDDLES I SWEAR

would hold an umbrella for u while you loop your arm into his as the two of you walk home through the light rain :”)

cries into your chest sometimes after youve fallen asleep bc it’s late nights like these when he reflects on just how lucky of a guy he is to have you— it’s hard for him to articulate it directly ,, but when he does fully open up to you ab it ,, you end up crying too .

WOULD 110% MAKE THE TWO OF YOU YOUR OWN PERSONAL LIL ICE RINK AND TEACH YOU HOW TO SKATE // DO FUN FIGURE SKATING DUOS WITH YOU

➪ katsuki bakugou

prolly got with you initially bc of a dare ( and he nEVER passes up a dare ) ,, but eventually those feelings started to become real and honestly ? it kinda scared the shit outta him . he didn’t know why ,, but for some reason he didnt actually want to leave .

OKAY LARA JEAN AND PETER MF KAVINSKY TYPE BEAT ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ HIT US WITH THE FAKE RELATIONSHIP TO REAL RELATIONSHIP TROPE YESYESYES

teasingly-mean nicknames = his love language . enough said .

AGGRESSIVE !! KISSES !! ALL !! THE DAMN !! TIME !!

makes you wear his hoodie whenever you show even the sLIGHTEST hint at being cold

he just rly wants to see you in his clothes

he’s so clueless on how to do this whole boyfriend thing ,, but he’s definitely trying bc it’s for you :”)

watches and tries so desperately to copy all the cute couples in the movies you guys watch together

“ roses...do you want roses ? “ “ what ? “ “ the guy in the movie gave her roses...do you want roses too ? “

but at the end of the day you just appreciate him for who he is and that’s more than enough for you :”)

PLS DENKI AND KIRI ARE CONSTANTLY SHOCKED AT HOW MUCH HE’S TRYING FOR YOU

will take any and every opportunity to show off his strength and quirk to you <3

now we all know this man gets jealous hella easily ,, and its no different w relationships :”) he’d constantly make it a point to hold you extra close to him in public ,, show you off on social media and call you by a nickname//petname whenever possible just to reiterate to ppl the fact that you’re his and he’s yours

WOULD LET YOU SIT ON HIS LAP AND DO HIS EYELINER AT 2AM PURELY BC YOU GOT BORED

pls i could rly see myself doing that i wont lie

honestly sometimes he forgets himself and his temper gets a little out of hand ,, but the second he sees his feral reflection in your fearful eyes,, he pulls you to his chest and apologizes profusely :”))

➪ denki kaminari

MF PROLLY GOT WITH YOU BC OF A RIGGED GAME OF SPIN THE BOTTLE AT MINA’S PLACE I CANNOT SEE ANYTH HAPPENING OTHERWISE

one tiny kiss turned into two ,, which turned into three ,, and before you knew it ,, the both of you were spilling out the pent up feelings you had for one another all this time—

mina never shuts up ab it ,, she’s so proud of her matchmaking skills

when the power goes out during a storm ,, he holds onto you tight and plays w your hair as he uses his quirk to turn things back on ,,, “ shhh it’s ok,, i’m here “

will do anything and everything to make you smile <3

he has a lil album in his camera roll with all his favourite pictures of you ,, which is practically just all of them tbh ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

HE LOVES SHOWING YOU OFF IN THE MOST WHOLESOME WAY POSSIBLE !!

super energetic n bubbly but at the end of your dates he passes out right away in your arms

you make sure to wrap him up in blankets and give him an overload of kisses after he’s rly asleep though

will work embarrassingly hard to win you stuffed animals at the fair !! it doesn’t always work ,, but it’s cute nontheless <3

some of the staff and children at the fairs get pissed off but oh well ,,, what you do for love

pls he prolly makes you lil bento boxes for lunch every now and then ( ESPECIALLY DURING EXAM WEEK ) w tiny notes and designs taped on them

constantly calls you “ shawty “ lowkey un ironically and dice rolls in ur direction whenever he sees you ,,, you just end up laughing and playfully punching him

I JUST KNOW HE DOES THE F BOY LIP BITE FACE CONSTANTLY

ITS AN ADDICTION FOR HIM I SWEAR

SUPER CLINGY BUT IN THE CUTEST WAY AAAA

LIL STICKY NOTE LOVE LETTERS FROM HIM IN YOUR LOCKER EVERY !! MF !! DAY !!!

you both agreed that at home cozy netflix dates w microwave popcorn and fuzzy blankets >>> movie theatre dates

110% made a playlist for you at some point when he crushed on you from afar and shared it w you after you started dating

he made a collaborative playlist for yall AND multiple playlists of songs that remind him of you afterwards

pls i just kNOW this man’s love language is making playlists

theyre prolly all categorized by mood or smth too w the cutest covers ever pls

➪ ejirou kirishima

you initially met him bc he was hella upset and alone this one time and you were the only one to notice and be there for him bc he ran away from everyone else to hide the “ uNmanLy “ tears :”))

takes you w him on his lil gym visits ,, hypes you up with every little thing u accomplish !!

constantly teasing bakugou with how he’s able to pull you and how lucky he is to have you

bakugou gets hella annoyed most of the time and just blasts him away-

idk bro i just feel like kiri prolly calls you “ adorable “ alot i wont lie-

LOVES HAND HOLDING,, takes any opportunity to hold ur hand and trace lil casual patterns across your knuckles w his thumb

sometimes he’ll even draw lil hearts on your hand

play fighting but sometimes the two of you get too carried away and he actually loses half of the time-

LATE NIGHT GAME NIGHTS WITH HIM AND THE BAKUSQUAD,, he loves being on the team against you so he can get all competitive

OK HEAR ME OUT;;;; DANCE BATTLES W HIM AS YOUR PARTNER AGAINST RANDOM PPL AT PARTIES

mans gets hella insecure ab himself sometimes ,, so he loves doing lil things for you !! opening a can ,, pulling the blanket over you ,, zipping up your jacket <33

STOP WAIT THATS SO CUTE BYE I WANT THAT

lets you dye his hair—THATS HOW MUCH HE TRUSTS YOU BYE

pls yall prolly aggressively play wii sports and just dance against one another on a regular basis;; it’s literally your thing and you cannot tell me otherwise ahjdjfj

pls i just KNOW this man’s an overly passionate wii player

will wrap his arms around your waist and hug u from behind as you make breakfast

WOULD WEAR MATCHING EARRINGS W YOU IF ITS FOR YOU

slow dances in the living room at midnight w you !!

eventually as you spent more time together ,,, you were able to change his idea of “ manliness “ ,, and he was able to realize that manliness is not equivalent to stoicism and that expressing ur feelings is still totally manly and totally valid !! <33

[sunnysunoo]

Love Letters ; Sim Jake

Pairing: Jake X Reader

warnings: explicit language and cursing

word count: 3k words

genre: friends to lovers au! fluff with tiny pieces of crack lmao

Jake was always known for being this perfect guy in school. I mean, they're not wrong. They always described him as if he's this walking piece of art in the hallways. People would stop to just stare at him. You'd stare at him all day too, but you set priorities first: writing him love letters.

You're no Lara Jean, but I guess you can say that she's what inspired you to write Jake letters. Who needs Peter Kavinsky when Jake Shim exists anyways?

note: Not me completely disappearing off of tumblr for like months and then showing up again suddenly lol. I got really busy the past few months since I was completing requirements for school, and I really didn't have the motivation to do anything at the time so I took so time off to take care of myself first so I hope you understand :) But now since it's summer break, I am given at least 2 more months until I go back to school in August :)) Here's the long-awaited Jake imagine that I completely forgot about lmao hope you enjoy <3

P.S I finished writing this at 1:26 am so please excuse the really shitty plot and grammar ill rewrite it once i wake up

tag list: @cha-raena ( sorry for the rlly late post bestie )

Dear Jake, First of all, I will never call you Jaeyun because calling you by your English name makes me feel like I'm your friend. Calling you by your Korean name makes us feel like we're cold strangers to one another and I don't want that. I want us to be something more than that, but it's hard when you don't even know who I am. I'm surprised how you don't grow tired of me just dropping letters right into your locker every time you open it, and that's one of the things I love about you. You don't just throw away people's efforts and you treasure them with care. It makes my heart beat so fast as if I ran miles away from here.

We're already one year left until we graduate high school, and I don't want to end my high school years without you realizing my feelings for you. I know for sure that you would never reciprocate the feelings that I have towards you, so I want to treat this as closure in case we do forget about each other in the future. Yours truly,

Moon

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"How is this person not over you? That's like the tenth one this month," Jay said, looking over Jake as he reads the letter from his secret admirer. Jake has always been receiving these letters from the same person everyday for the past four months. He's thankful for the letters because they definitely make his day better, knowing that there's someone out there who loves him as who he is regardless of looks. He's not gonna lie that these little notes and letters make his heart race too. "Do you have any plans with finding the person behind the letters?" Jay asked as he watches his best friend trying to hide the small smile that's been growing. No one really knows who this mysterious person is and why they decided to name themselves the moon, but we don't judge anyone in here. If they want to be the moon in their next life, then so be it. "I really want to find the person who's making these letters," Jake shoved the letter in his backpack, trying to not wrinkle it. "But I don't know where to start." "Who's finding who?" A voice popped suddenly beside the presence of the two boys. You leaned beside the locker beside Jake's, watching him as he grabs his books from his locker. "Did Moon drop your daily letter today again?" "They did as usual," Jake wasn't even surprised. He would expect the letters every time he enters the school in the morning. He would open his locker to see the usual small letter placed inside his locker. He usually arrives at seven or earlier, but he's surprised that he could never even catch a glance of this anonymous sender around the campus. "Should I go to school at five in the morning?" "Five in the morning? Isn't that a bit too early?" You questioned, followed by a shaky breath. "The school doesn't even open until six." "I could just walk to that nearby convenience store I always pass by to grab a coffee." He argues, closing his locker shut before walking towards his classroom.

You and Jay followed beside him, and you sneered under your breath, "You don't even wake up to your alarm clock."

"Why don't you even want me to go early anyway?" He glances as you try to give him an answer. But before you could say something, Jay replies first.

"You’re probably hiding something." He said. You rolled your eyes and narrowed your eyes at him. "You are so weird." You grunted, before walking ahead of them. You feel panicked because you were scared that you made yourself obvious to them.

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You were inside your classroom sitting on your desk. There were only fifteen minutes left before lunch, but you had eaten your packed meal before instead of going to your school cafeteria. You were fidgeting in your place, conflicted about Jake finding his secret admirer, not knowing that it was you who's been sending him letters the past few months. You're not scared of him finding out that the letters were from you; that was the entire reason why you wrote him letters in the first place. You're scared of how he was gonna confront you about it. Would he like you back? Would he hate you? Would he avoid you?

Your mind was full of scenarios but you were suddenly brought back to reality when a hand planted itself on your desk. You look up and saw Jay standing in front of you, eating sushi with his other hand. His face kinda looks like he knows something, and it's freaking you out a bit.

"What?" You asked, suddenly flustered over how his eyes stared right into you. He took the seat in front of your desk and flipped it so it was facing you. He sat down and blurted the phrase that you were dreading to hear from anyone.

"So, you like Jake?"

You suddenly feel like punching him in the face with his sushi.

"What??" Your body felt like, and you were left a nervous mess. Your heart like it was going to pump right out of your chest any minute, and your hands started to sweat.

Jay's mouth formed into a smirk. He caught you. "Jake may be a bit oblivious, but I can totally see right through you."

“Haha...no you don’t,” You tried to deny, but it was all useless when his expression looked unconvinced.

“Oh yeah? Then why are you all red? You look like a bursting tomato.”

“You don’t know that," You leaned further into your seat, playing with the strings of your hoodie.

“C’mon Y/N, you’re not even trying. Just give up and admit it,” Jay was trying to help you confess your feelings for Jake. Frankly, he knew it was you sending him letters this whole time—how can Jake not see it?

With a heavy sigh, you slumped and laid your head on your desk, embarrassed. “Fine. I like him, okay? Are you happy now?”

The smirk on his face grew wider, feeling proud of himself. You are not dealing with his annoying crap this early in the morning. He grinned and munched on his half-eaten sushi. “I knew it.”

“Congratulations,” It was muffled because you hid your red face away from him. All that was on your mind now was how you could book yourself a flight all the way across the world.

“But seriously, since when did you have a crush on him?” You raised your head to face him, giving him a look that could kill, except Jay finds it entertaining rather than intimidating.

“I started having a crush on him when we were in fifth grade. It was at a friend's birthday party, and he saw me being all quiet and lonely. Honestly, I forgot who’s birthday that was.” You told him the very first time you had discovered feelings.

“He saw how sad I looked so he accompanied me the whole time. He was even trying to feel more included in the games and stuff.” You felt a smile ghosting on your lips as you can still vividly remember how you felt your heart tug the first time. “It was kinda like I fell in love at first sight.”

Jay faked a gag, so you lightly punched him in the shoulder. He may be a bit of an asshole, but he’s one the most caring and kind people you’ve ever met. It honestly felt good spilling out your feelings about Jake to him.

Speaking of, Jake was watching you two play around and laugh at Jay's little jokes from outside, and he felt something burning from inside him. Was it that he felt jealous of you and Jay?

No, he can’t be...right?

Maybe it was because of how he felt separated from you and Jay because of him being a separate class.

Yeah, maybe it's because of that.

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Dear Jake,

I just had the most bizarre day today, and I felt like telling you about it.

It was chemistry period, and we had to be partnered with someone for a lab project. I ended up getting paired with Yeojin. We kinda created this unexpected friendship, which I love. We would crack jokes at each other, tell funny stories, it was so fun to be with her that we had completely forgotten about our project. So now, we both got a detention slip for making an accidental explosion.

How about you? How was your day? I hope it was just as fun as mine. If you feel like the day just wasn't as happy or you're feeling down, just now that it's okay to feel that way because days like these just lasts for 24 hours. It will be all over before you know it and you'll be greeted by another day. Maybe it will be different, and you would be all happy again just like how my day went. Maybe being with you would be my happiest day yet, and I couldn't wait for that day to come. See you soon :)

Love,

Moon

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"Yeojin!" Jake called, seeing her walk down the opposite way. "Hey, mind if I ask you something?"

"Hey Jake," She greeted him with a smile. "Sure, go ahead."

"Could you perhaps give me any information about your partner in Chemistry?" He had hopes of getting any kind of description about his mysterious sender, but he was instead given a sad frown on Yeojin's face.

"Sorry Jake, but that person told me not to tell you about their information." She gave an apologetic smile. "I wish you all the best in finding them!"

Jake muttered a small "okay," and sighed before walking away, feeling defeated.

Yeojin knew that he was gonna ask about Moon the moment he called her from across the hall. She couldn't wait to tell you about this.

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"Hey Y/N," A voice said from behind. You turned around to see Jake with his backup hung on his shoulder. He brought his hand up and raked his hair, and you felt your face grow red. Jake is like a gift from the gods. How can someone look so ethereal even if they're just standing there? You could stare at him all day. You couldn't even understand a thing he said until he started waving his hands in front of you.

"Hello?" You blinked multiple times as you were brought back out to reality. You saw Jake's face grow into concern. "Are you okay? spaced out."

"O-oh..No, I'm completely fine." You reassured him, feeling embarrassed. "What were you saying again?"

"I was asking you if you wanted to go to school with me early tomorrow."

Well, shit.

Your eyes started to go wide, and your hands started to go clammy.

"Tomorrow?" You repeated, voice trembling.

'Well, yeah." He pouted his lips, and you felt like melting into a small puddle in your place. Your heart started to pound heavily.

Oh my fucking god, he is so adorable.

"Okay, sure I can go with you tomorrow," You weakly smiled at him, slightly tense.

How we're you going to give him the letter now?

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"Good Morning," Jake said as he watches you close the gates of your house. It was past five in the morning, and you were a mess.

"Morning," You replied back before running your fingers through your hair, getting rid of any flyaways.

As you started walking your way to the bus stop, Jake kept on glancing towards you from time to time. He knew you were pretty, but since when did you become really beautiful in his eyes?

The walk was pretty quiet, but it was a comfortable silence. For him, mostly.

Meanwhile, you couldn't stop freaking out. You had written a letter the night before, but you don't know how you were going to slip it into his locker without him taking notice. If he saw you, he would know.

"Are you sure you're okay? You've been like this since yesterday," Jake blurted. You looked at him before heaving a sigh.

"It's nothing," You mouthed, suddenly feeling anxious and gloomy.

"Something on your mind?"

"Something like that." It was hopeless. I guess he would have to miss this letter today. It was the first time you skipped a day, and you're feeling guilty that you would have to see Jake's face sadden that he wouldn't receive it today.

As you two stop at the bus stop, Jake looked slightly panicked as he was rummaging through the pockets of his blazer before looking through his bag. "Hey, do you have an extra pen? I left mine at home and I have a quiz today."

You snickered, "Out of all the days, Sim Jake. The same day you have a quiz is the same day you forget your pen."

"Very funny." He scoffed.

As you unzipped your bag to grab your pencil case, a folded piece of paper fell out without you realizing it. When Jake went to pick it up, he notices that it was folded the same way as the letters in his locker. It looked so identical.

Once you already got your pencil case out, you were about to hand it to him when you saw what he was holding that made your body freeze with your hand holding the case in the air.

"Why were one of my letters inside your bag?" He glanced at you, waiting for you to reply.

If you were freaking out before, this is a whole other thing. The thing that you were fearing the most is happening right before you.

"Maybe it fell into my bag yesterday..." You stammered, making up an excuse to look like it was an accident. You were tightly holding onto your pencil case, chanting many curse words in your head as you watch Jake unfold the letter.

"I don't think I've received this one yet," He said before he opened the letter and read it.

You watch as his expression formed into confusion as he reads through the paper. It only took a few moments before something in him clicked that it was you sending him the letters.

"Y/N," He began, and you started quivering in fear.

You should've known this would happen, but you didn't expect it to happen this sooner. In fact, you believed that this wouldn't happen at all. But it did.

"Let me explain," You eventually gave up and accepted fate and watch as your identity as "Moon" be revealed to your crush. You're now exposed so you didn't have any other choice but to explain everything. "Yes, I am Moon. I was the one writing you the letters that you've been getting in your locker."

Jake's face was unreadable. He looked bewildered and puzzled. He was trying to comprehend what was happening right now. All this time, it was you?

"I started crushing on you when we attended that birthday party before. I didn't want to confess my feelings for you because I was scared that you were going to harshly reject me, so I started writing down letters as a way to tell you how I feel about you without making you feel awkward around me." You continued, eyes suddenly taking an interest in your shoes. They were brand new too.

Jake was silent, and you felt your heart crack into pieces. You were mad at yourself for being so careless about it that he ended up finding out about you as his secret admirer. You wanted nothing else but to run back home, lock yourself in your room and cry with your sad playlist on loop.

You were expecting a harsh rejection coming from him, but what surprised was how he took dangerous steps towards you, minimizing the gap between you two. He placed his hand under your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

"I don't plan on rejecting you Y/N," You stare into his eyes as it reflects the sunlight of the early morning. "I'm actually happy that it was you."

You look at him, puzzled. He lowly chuckles under his breath before leaning over to place his lips against yours. It was a light, quick kiss, but it brought you feeling ecstatic. You've dreamed of this moment before, and now that it happened, you thanked your clumsiness.

As he pulled away, you were sure your face was a red mess.

"Thank you," His smile was as bright as the stars in the sky. It was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. "Thank you for making me like I'm special to someone."

You felt flustered over his words. You were scared that he could hear the sound of your heart pounding loudly. The butterflies in your stomach were going wild, and you felt like this was all a dream.

"So, what am I to you now?" You broke into a smile as he grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

Jake acted as if he was thinking, "Hm..maybe my best friend still?"

He bursts into a fit of giggles as he sees your smile slowly disappear, replacing it with a look of disbelief. You removed your hand from his and walked at a faster pace away from him.

He ran to match your pace beside you before holding your hand again, "I'm sorry, I won't ever do that again. Is my girl mad at me?"

"Oh my god, it's only five-fifty, Jake." You too broke into laughter over his cheesiness, but your heart fluttered over the thought of Jake calling you his.

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HERE’S A LITTLE BONUS! since I've made you guys wait for 4 months :(

"What the fuck?" Was the first thing You heard from Jay as you and Jake entered the classroom. All of your classmates were staring at your and his hands intertwined together.

Jay stood in front of you two, crossing his arms together. "Can one of you explain when this happened?" he motioned towards your linking hands. You and Jake smiled at each other before walking away, leaving Jay in a fit of joy, and confusion.