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.”

College Kavinsky 2.0

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

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

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

“Shit sorry Y/L/N”

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

You interrupt “I understand” 

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

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

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

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

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

You shrug “Peter couldn’t make it” 

“Oh shit what did he say?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey!” he says walking in 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh wow!” 

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

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

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

“Really? I thought you liked the spotlight” 

“Yea I kinda wanna be invisible sometimes” 

“Aww” you pout seeing the exhaustion in his expression 

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

You beam at him “You got this Kavinsky” 

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

“You’re so cheesy”  You blush looking 

“Only for you Y/L/N” 

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

“Talking” he says matter of factly answering for you 

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

“Yoo Peetterrr” You hear Sean calls to him 

You see the annoyed expression on his face 

“Pull up a chair guys” Olivia instructs her friends

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

You look down at your phone after receiving a text 

Peter 🥰: Sorry about this

Y/N: its okay 

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

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

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

“Nice meeting you too”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I just got here

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

KAVINSKY You both turn

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

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

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

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

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

“FOUR?!” 

“Okay three and then i will leave you alone” 

“Deal” 

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

She holds onto you tight “One morree pleeasseee”

“Peter is watching” you mention not liking his attention 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Busy like you”  He hums in agreement 

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

“Do i need to dress up?” you ask 

He shrugs “Sort of”

“When?”

He smiles “You tell me gorgeous” 

“Yo Kavinsky” you hear from the distance 

“Oh my gooodddd”

You giggle 

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

“Shoot” he answers nonchalantly 

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

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

“Oh shit didn’t mean to interrupt” 

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

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

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

“Finally okay about dinner”

KAVINSKY he Mark calls 

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

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

“It’s okay Peter”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She smiles “Really when?” 

You shrug “Next weekend I think” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Kavinsky, you’re early 

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

“Do you wanna come in sorry for the mess

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

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

Oh you blush “I’m good” 

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

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

“It’s my pleasure 

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

“I’ll take some water” 

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

“No problem take your time!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Absolutely!” 

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

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

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

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

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

“I have dessert for you two” 

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

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

“Peter” you say above a whisper 

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re so thoughtful thank you Peter” 

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

“Nothing” you smile looking away from him 

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

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

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

“You’re such a romantic”

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

You smile 

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

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

“Y/N!” 

Your head snaps to look at him “Yea?” 

“You okay?” 

“Yes!”  you smile

“Tell me amore” he caresses your hands again 

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

“Oh I’m okay” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oooo” the girls say in unison  

“You guys are back finally” Ivy comments 

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

He salutes them “Nice to meet you two” 

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

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

“Thanks!” 

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

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

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

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

“Okay okay he looks around taking it in” 

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

“I have the attic” 

“Wow”  he comments your space was cozy

“You like?” 

“It's very cozy I love it”

Warm lights and fake candles adorned your space 

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

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

“Oh she has the basement”

“Cool, cool” 

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

“I like it, it fits you” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Its worth it!” he declares 

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

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

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

He smiles and walks down the steps with you 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You smile be yourself” 

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

Pretty Girl - Peter Kavinsky

Pairing: Peter Kavinsky x Reader

Characters: Peter Kavinsky

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 430

Author: Hannah

Quite a few people had told you that the relationship you got into in high school wouldn’t last, that you were too young, and the relationship had no substance. Sure, a part of you could agree that you were young, but you knew plenty of relationships that’s started in high school and worked out just fine.

It felt good to prove those people wrong, as all through high school and college you and Peter had stayed strong.

The next step for the two of you was to find somewhere you live; you’d both got jobs back home, you’d both graduated with brilliant degrees, and you had been by each other’s sides the whole time.

A wave of nostalgia hit you as you heard Peter’s jeep pull up outside your childhood home. You remembered all the times he had picked you up for school, all the times that car had stayed overnight, and all the times that car had travelled back and forth from college to college.

“Come on pretty girl!” Peter yelled from his window.

You laughed to yourself as you left the house, and your heart swelled as you saw Peter leaning against the side of his jeep.

“There’s my pretty girl,” he pulled you into a hug as he spoke and kissed the top of your head. “Let’s go find a house.”

The both of you climbed into the jeep and before Peter had even left your driveway, he had intertwined his fingers with yours.

You glanced over at him as he drove and found yourself smiling. Peter saw you out of the corner of his eye and chuckled. 

“You make me happy,” you told him as he stopped at a red light. “Like really happy.”

His smile melted you for the trillionth time that morning. “As if that wasn’t obvious the past seven years.”

You rolled your eyes making him laugh.

“You make me happy too Y/N, more than you’ll ever know,” he told you earnestly, quickly leaning over to kiss your cheek.

You giggled as he tickled your thigh whilst driving, and he only stopped once you held his hand with both of yours.

As Peter drove you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to your future. Finding a house was daunting, but it was all the two of you had talked about your last year of college – where you wanted to live, your must-haves, even colour schemes.

Whilst it was daunting, you were beyond excited to start the next chapter. As you looked over at Peter, you had never been surer of your future.

I am starting to write imagines. Requests are open.😀

I write for the following fandoms:

The maze runner

Divergent

Power Rangers super ninja steel

MCU

Jurassic world

Angus, thongs and the perfect snogging

The umbrella Academy

The vampire diaries / The originals

Cobra kai

To all the boys I loved before

Henry danger

Game shakers

The thundermans

Nicky , Ricky , Dicky and Dawn

Teen wolf

The Queen's Gambit

Sex education

The space between us

Miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir

Big hero 6

Once upon a time

Netflix Masterlist

I just felt like I have enough from these originals, specifically from Netflix, to reorganize and give them their own list. Bridgerton is left off of here because it is on my Period Drama Masterlist. This may also include other steaming services, we'll see.

Yes, I'm making this cause I'm bored. No, I will not apologize. I also expect to have quite a bit here and I was hoping to get things put together. Not gonna lie, definitely going to be mostly Stranger Things and Outer Banks here.

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington x Reader

The Best Medicine 

Eddie Munson x Reader

Freak Out

Outer Banks

JJ Maybank x Reader

Night Swim

John Booker Routledge x Reader

Young Volcanoes

Pogue Reader

Found Family

Narcos

Javier Pena x Reader

Leaving a Mark

Fire Meet Gasoline (Series): Part One

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Harvey Kinkle x Reader

The Nightmare Before Christmas

Netflix Original Movies

Triple Frontier

Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x Reader

When He Came Home

Make-Up Date

To All the Boys I've Loved Before

Peter Kavinsky x Reader

1 Not Part of the Plan

2 Afraid of the Unexpected

Back to Main Masterlist

TO ALL THE BOYS I'VE LOVED BEFORE MASTERLIST

Main masterlist

GIF IMAGINES

Peter Kavinsky :

Surprise

Lara Jean Covey :

Tu l'invites à sortir mais tu es trop timide

to all the boys i've loved before masterlist

peter kavinsky

u/c

john ambrose mcclaren

john ambrose dating headcanons

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

Series Masterlist

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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Taglist: @tayleighuh @cowboylikeevie @coralineyouareinterribledanger @jukioku @loser-alert @migueloharaspookiebear @serpentstarr @littlexscarletxwitch @darksidescorner

welcome to another edition of, “Ange is yelling in your asks about TRC”

- I keep thinking Kavinsky’s first name is Peter because of Peter Kavinsky from “to all the boys i’ve loved before”, which i find amusing bc they could not be more different

- “Seventeen years before, Adam had been born in a trailer. They could see it on him. He knew it.” Adam is breaking my whole heart, i love him so much

- but also?? Adam disappearing??? omfg i read this chapter at work and i was so stressed, the sentient dream woods are really doing a number on his psyche

- I! Love! Helen!! Gansey!!! “Helen very much enjoyed climbing down into other people’s lives and muddling about there with a pail and a shovel and possibly one of those old-fashioned striped bathing suits with the legs and arms.” I’m in love, I want to study her under a microscope, I want to drink wine and snark with her, idk if we see more of Helen but I’m delighted every time she shows up. 10/10 no notes

- the PILLS there’s no way this ends well, i fear for Ronan, but also??? “He just stared at Kavinsky, doing the math: One hundred white Mitsubishis. Two dozen fake IDs. Five leather bracelets. Two of us.” brb screaming

the writing in this just keeps slamming into my rib cage with the force of Ronan crashing the Pig, you were absolutely right when you said this would require my brain

Omg Peter Kavinsky and Joseph Kavinsky really could not be more different lol I literally cannot hear the name Kavinsky anywhere else without thinking "where are the sunglasses and white tank and the shitty-yet-possibly-sexy attitude that makes me feel bad for finding it shitty-yet-possibly-sexy?" This name is gone forever for me ADAM'S AGATHA-CHRISTIE-ESQUE FUGUE STATE IS NOT DISCUSSED ENOUGH. Like, girl. What the fuck is going on?? There were disembodied voices that you heard but also possibly other people heard? And you could read minds? And you walked something like 20 miles without realizing it? Girl, help.

Helen is a mythical creature that we can only truly glimpse in bits and pieces within our dreams. I want a series that's just her being ruthlessly efficient and attractive with nothing fanciful about her except her pink fingernails. 10/10 no notes.

Ronan is having arguably the worst gay crisis/Hot Girl Summer imaginable. Crashing cars, toxic fuck buddy without the fucking, pills, and a lot of weird dream math. "Two of us" is a fucking killer

Ahh, I love these haha

Middle of the night (Reader x Peter Kavinsky)

Requested by: Anon, Forever tag: @missmelodramatic​, @theletterhart​, @alex--awesome--22​, @elllie-does-the-posts​, @floatlosers​, @queen-of-books​, @merlieve​, @denkisclown​, @glimmering-darling-dolly​, @automaticbakeryfreakshoe​, @meyocoko​, @bubblybrianna​, @october-leaves​

You didn’t even know why you were here, you didn’t even like parties. At least not the crazy one’s where people just got wasted till the cops came around. Yet you found yourself at Genevieve’s party. The music was blasting so loud, you could hardly hear any conversations. The lights dimmed that you almost tripped over a past out person on your way. The smell of alcohol was to gag for. How could anyone even enjoy those. They tasted like piss or something terribly gross. In every room where people dancing like crazy. Girls squealing loud in your ear as you past them. Putting your fingers in your ears, moved you around them. A bump here and there against you. 

You sighed deep looking around for a quiet place to sit. If it wasn’t for you being the designated driver, you would’ve left the party a while ago. You had literally lost your friend within the first five minutes you arrived at the party. Even though she promised to stay by your side at all times. She knew how introverted you were. Big crowds were not your thing.

You stumbled back just in time as a door swung open. Four football players came out, shouting and cheering loud. They left the door open as you wanted to close it. Your eyes fell inside the room, widening them with curiosity. What were four football players doing on a tiny toilet anyway? You peered inside, suddenly smelling an extreme cigarette sent. Ah of course, smoking. Closing the door quickly, proceeded you, your way around the house. You almost went unnoticed as people easily overlooked you. You ended up in the kitchen. On the table several bowls with chips. Walking around the table, plucked you a few chips to silence your stomach. A guy wanted to offer you some beer. You hastily denied, shaking your head with a mouth full of chips. Licking your lips and wiping your hands, went you on to the next room. Tugging your hands in your back pockets for a moment, overlooked you the room. Girls were dancing on the table, swaying their hips at the upbeat music.

In a corner spotted you a nice place to sit down. With your mind set on it, moved you swiftly towards it. Seating yourself down in a corner of a sofa, exhaled you content. You sat there watching the others, your head bopping a bit at a catchy song. It was fun while it lasted. As the songs progressed and the boredom kicked in, leaned you back in the sofa. Biting your lip, you wondered if you should take it out. Glancing up to everyone didn’t they seem to notice you. Knowing people wouldn’t even care, took you out the book you had been carrying in your purse. A pocket size novel, just small enough to fit in your purse. Smiling content, dived you right into the story. The party and the noise faded away as you got sucked in your own world. With a constant smile on your lips, were you taking in the words like a charm. The story captivating you and shielding you from the real world.

Peter high fived a guy he knew, laughing loud. He pointed at someone else who raised his cup at him. – “Peter!” – He turned around to see Genevieve make her way over to him. He inhaled sharply, preparing himself to talk to her. – “I have been looking everywhere for you.” – called she out, touching his chest. Peter touched his ear, looking around to avoid the question. – “Yeah… uh… I was all over the place.” – chuckled he out. – “No matter, I found you now.” – said Genevieve, her hand sliding up to his neck. 

Peter got startled by it, staggering back. – “Gen…” – called he out nervously, moving her hand away. Genevieve frowned. – “What’s the matter, Peter?” – asked she, tilting her head to the side. Her eyes narrowing a bit at him. It made her look even bitchier at him then usual. Peter swallowed deep. He spotted one of his friends, raising his hand to him. – “Hey!” – called he out. Peter moved past Genevieve as he had no interest into spending time with her. It was like she had forgotten that they had broken up. Peter was still hurting, not sure her intentions were pure or just out of desire.

He made his way through rooms without Genevieve following him. Exhaling deep felt he like escaping the beast. A girl came dancing up against him, making him smile at her for a moment. Vibing with her, moved he on. The girl running her hands through her hair, winking at him. Peter smiled wide, not engaging with her. He turned back around, almost bumping against someone. He was about to move to the next room as he suddenly spotted something. It was so unusual that he leaned back, trying to get a better view of it. Frowning with a smile, wondered he who it was. 

He made his way over, letting himself fall down in the seat beside you. He leaned in closer to you, frowning as if he was trying to catch your name. – “Y/n… you are Y/n, right?” – said he, pointing brief at you. You pulled your book down with a gasp. You squeaked loud, moving your book in front of your face at the sight of Peter. – “Y/n right… did I get it right?” – asked he again, wanting to be sure it was you. You nodded, lowering your book a bit. He smiled at how well he remembered your name. – “What are you doing here all alone?”

You smiled sheepishly, tugging some hair behind your ear. – “I…I…I didn’t think anyone would notice…” – mumbled you out. Peter exhaled deep, moving his hands behind his head, looking up at the ceiling for a moment. – “Are you on an interesting page?” – asked he, turning his face to you. You looked down at your book as if you had forgotten what you were reading. – “They were just about to…” – started you, Peter suddenly plucking your book from your hands. – “Good! I’ll keep this then.” – called he out, getting up. – “Hey!” – shouted you out, getting up as well. – “Give it back, Peter!” – you reached for it, Peter holding his hand against your face to prevent you from reaching it. – “I’ll take good care of it.” – chuckled he out as you gave up. 

He removed his hand from your face, smiling cheeky at you. He tucked the book in his back pocket of his pants. – “Be careful with it.” – said you, reaching for it one more time. – “I’ll take extra care.” – replied he. You squealed loud when he took your wrist, spinning you around. He pulled you close to him, bumping against his side, his arm sliding around your shoulders. – “You won’t leave my side till you’ve had some fun.” – whispered he to you, your head almost in his armpit. – “Reading was fun!” – bit you back at him annoyed. He laughed loud, walking around with you.

Peter leaded you to a not so secluded area where there was enough room to move around. He removed his arm from you, coming to stand before you. You stood still, nervously biting your lip. Peter was swaying his shoulders a bit to get you in the zone. – “Come on Y/n.” – said he, trying to get you to dance. You shook your head, your hands resting against your cheeks. Looking around, ignored you Peter as you felt like everyone was staring at you. Peter slowly removed your hands down, smiling at you. He started making faces whilst dancing to get you to laugh. He dramatically swayed with his body, bopping his head to the beat. 

You still weren’t moving, too shy to dance for so many people. – “They aren’t watching!” – called Peter out, leaning into you for you to surely hear. Pressing your lips together, shook you, your head again. Peter wasn’t going to take no for an answer, reaching for your hands. He took a hold of them, but you immediately pulled them back at his touch. Peter could tell this wasn’t working. – “Close your eyes Y/n.” – called he out over the loud music. You blinked confused to his request. – “Close your eyes.” – repeated he, lowering his head to you. – “Trust me.” – he let his forehead come in contact with yours.

You looked nervously around, not even wanting to close your eyes. – “Trust me.” – said he, his body still moving to the beat. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes. Peter pulled back, taking a moment to smile. You flashed your eyes open at the touch of his hands go around your waist. – “Peter!” – called you out, pushing him off you. His hands shot up in defense. – “I’m not going to do anything weird… just trust me.” – you crossed your arms, not taking the bait. – “Come on do you truly think I’m that kind of guy, Y/n?” – He tilted his head to the side with a loud hum. Of course you knew he wasn’t that kind of guy. Taking another deep breath, closed you, your eyes again. 

“I’m not going to do anything I promise…” – said he whilst slowly moving his hands towards your waist. You held your breath, your muscles pulling together at his touch. You exhaled in stutters, trying to compose yourself. You squeezed your eyes tighter shut at Peter’s body pressing against yours. Biting your lip, felt you his hand sway your hip in a direction. He swayed your other hip in the same direction, bringing some movement in your hips. He started slow, his upper body copying the movement. He started swaying your hips from side to side against his. His movement leading you. Wanting to have some grip, moved you, your hands up his back.

Peter started to mouth the lyrics of the song with a bit of sound. You laughed at that. The beat kicking in as you felt it slip through your body. With your eyes closed, could you focus more on the music. you mouthed out some of the lyrics to your own surprise. Peter opened his mouth in surprise that you were singing along as well. You were even swaying your shoulders, letting your head back a bit. Peter was smirking that you were finally having a bit of fun. He cheered loud, startling you. 

You shot your head back up, opening your hands with a hand pressed against his chest. Peter chuckled a bit guilty at ruining your dance moment. You were suddenly aware of your surroundings again, pushing Peter a bit back. – “No one was watching. I promise Y/n.” – you didn’t want to hear it, removing his hands from you. – “Can I have my book back now?” – you held your hand out to him. Peter thought for a moment, looking up to the ceiling. – “If I get to drive you home?” – suggested he, bending a bit down to equal your height. You sputtered words out, caught by surprise. – “Why would you do that?”

Peter quirked his eyebrow up. – “Cause I want to.” – answered he with a smirk. You exhaled deep, crossing your arms. – “Too bad I have to drive my friend home.” – informed you him with quirky smile. – “Not a problem for me at all.” – he curled up a smile that would make any girl go nuts. You kept staring at Peter, trying to figure out his purpose. A loud stumbling pulled your attention. A girl had fallen flat down on the ground, her leg up, laying against the table. Some guys were laughing, pulling their phone out to take pictures of it. Your eyes widened, seeing that it was your friend. Gasping loud, came you running over. Spreading your arms, you wanted to shield them from your friend. 

They kept laughing and taking pictures as it made you upset. – “Y/n…” – groaned your friend out from the floor. Peter came over as well, blocking the view of the guys. – “Alright show me your phone’s, right now!” – insisted he as you knelt down to help out your friend. – “Delete them now!” – heard you Peter call out in a stern tone. – “You okay Liz?” – asked you, helping her a bit up. – “I want to go home…” – said she, almost passing out again. You looked up to Peter, who looked down at you.

He helped you get her up to her feet. – “I’ve got it.” – said you once she was on her feet, leaning on you. Your knees were trembling from her weight as you almost laid yourself on the ground. – “I’m driving remember.” – replied he with a wink. He took your friend, moving her arm over his shoulder. Supporting her, took he her full weight on him. You cleared the path, pushing people aside. You swung the door open, leaving the party. Your ears sounded weird as if there was a prop in it. – “My car is just over there.” – stated you, pointing forwards. Liz made a gaging sound as Peter widened his eyes. She leaned her entire body towards the grass. 

You rushed to his side, moving that side of her body back up. – “Not here Liz, please not here.” – whispered you at her. Genevieve would be pissed if someone vomited in her front yard. You let go of Liz once near your car. You quickly unlocked it, opening the backdoor to her. Peter helped her sit down and get comfortable. – “Thanks, Peter!” – exclaimed you, shutting the door on her. Peter grinned, snatching the car keys from you. – “Like I said, I’m driving.” – reminded he you. Rolling your eyes at him, let you have his way.

Peter got behind the wheel as you came sitting in the front with him. He started the car, looking over his shoulder to your friend who was mumbling to herself half unconscious. – “Where to?” – you gave him her address. He started to drive off slowly, making sure she wouldn’t puke in your car. – “You really didn’t have to do that.” – said you after a while. – “Well, I…” – he stopped midsentence, moving his butt up. He pulled out your book from his back pocket that clearly had been bugging him whilst sitting on it. – “I believe this is yours.” – said he, handing it to you. You accepted it, tugging it away in your purse. Liz was groaning from the backseat, making you turn your head at her. – “If you must go, let me now alright.” – you for sure didn’t want her to vomit in your car. 

It wasn’t even yours; it was your dad’s car. You would be death if something happened to it. Peter focused on the road as you leaned against your arm, gazing out of the window. Peter bit his lip a bit, gazing at you. You kept pulling his attention towards you. He was admiring you. Liz mumbled some words. – “Y/n…” – groaned she out, clutching onto her stomach. You lifted your head a bit up, having dozed a bit off. – “Y/n…” – repeated she, suddenly moving her hand to her mouth. You heard her gaging sound, making you widen your eyes. – “Stop the car!” – yelled you out.

Peter pulled his attention to the front, hitting the brakes fast. Your body shot a bit forwards as the car came to a stop. Removing the seatbelt from around you, jumped you out of the car. You opened her car door, clicking her seatbelt off. Peter had come out of the car as well, rushing around to your side. You helped Liz out of the car as Peter assisted. Liz swung her arm around, one hand over her mouth. She made way as Peter, and you took a step back. She stumbled to the side of the road, bending down. You rushed to her side, holding her hair out of the way. She emptied her stomach on the side of the road. 

Peter staring at the road. – “Peter, some tissues!” – ordered you. He got in motion, rushing to your side of the car. He searched in your purse for tissues, coming across your phone. He pushed it aside, finding the tissues. Peter rushed back to you, handing them over. You gave a few to Liz, to wipe her mouth clean. – “Thank you, Y/n.” – cried Liz out. You patted her on the back, letting her know it was nothing. Once feeling better, seated Liz herself back in the car.

“Sorry you had to see that.” – said you, standing with Peter just behind the car. – “Nah it’s all good.” – answered he, his hands tugged inside his jacket’s pockets. – “Your very sweet.” – confessed you, blowing on your hands for some warmth. Peter removed his hands out of his pocket, grabbing for yours. He pulled you closer to him, tugging your hands in his pockets. You glanced up to him in wonder. – “You might think you don’t stand out… but you do to me, Y/n.” – your lips parted a bit, gaping at him. – “Peter…” – whispered you out. He leaned down with his head, closer to yours. You would normally freak out for doing this, but the way Peter was gazing at you, made you beg for it. Biting your lip a bit, swallowed you gently. Peter’s eyes scanned your entire face, flashing up and down. 

He came leaning in closer, the space between the two of you thinning out. You started to reach up to him as well, getting on the tips of your toes. How much space was there even? You were craving, wondering what it would feel like to kiss him. To have his lips on yours. You let your eyes go down to his lips, feeling his breath intertwine with yours. Slowly closing your eyes, knew you that it was close. His lips were inches away from yours. They started to tingle with craving for his taste.

Peter leaned in a bit more his lips almost touching yours. - “Y/n!” – your eyes shut open, staggering back from Peter. Peter was startled as well by Liz’s loud voice. – “Y/n!” – called she out, wanting to have you near her. You looked at Peter for a moment, before leaving his side to go over to her. Peter scratched his fingers in his hair, exhaling deep as if he needed the tension to leave his body. Liz looked miserable, telling you she wanted her bed. You nodded, crawling in the backseat with her. Peter got back in the car as well, looking at you through the front mirror. Liz had wrapped her arms around you, her head laying on your stomach. Peter started the car again, driving off. You shushed Liz, stroking her forehead. It kept your mind of the almost kiss with Peter. You felt guilty for being a bit upset at Liz for interrupting. 

You knew she didn’t mean to or had no idea of what was going on. Yet, you wondered what it would be like if she hadn’t interrupted it. Peter staid silent for the rest of the ride. He dropped your friend carefully at home. You opened the car door, coming to sit beside him again. – “How will you go home now?” – wondered you. If he had dropped you off, was he stranded at your place. He smiled. – “I’ll walk.” – said he, making you gape at him. – “I can’t let you do that!” 

“You… you can crash on our sofa. It’s way too late for you to walk home.” – Peter nodded, not arguing with you. He drove over to your house. He staid behind you as you informed your parents about the situation. He was more then welcome to crash the night. Peter sat down in the sofa as you provided him with a blanket. – “If you need anything just text me.” – Peter accepted the blanket of you, humming softly. You wanted to leave when Peter grabbed your wrist, holding you in place. His head went slowly up to you. He didn’t need words for you to understand what he meant. You nodded, pressing your lips on one another. Peter smiled, laying himself down as he let go of your hand. You took a deep breath, making your way upstairs. On your way to your room, got you a text. It made you smile as it was from Peter. You replied to it, getting into bed.

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College Kavinsky 1.0

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

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

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

Warnings: curse words, slight vulgarity.

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

“Oh she left?” Ivy  (your roommate) 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~Flashback~

“Why didn’t you say something back?” 

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

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

“So a guy complimenting your shoes would mean?” 

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

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

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

“I AM NOT!” she stresses

“Ivanna, why would Peter want me?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“SI! Damn!” 

“GREAT” she smiles

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

“Oh” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“YAY! Lets go shopping!” 

“Okay!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“SPEAK OF THE DEVIL! Y/N!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“YEA!” you fake a smile

“WHERE YOU GOING?” 

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

“OH I UMM WAS GONNA GO TO CRISPY” 

“OOOOH YESSS!”  She pinches your side 

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

“I TEXTED YOU!” You feel yourself getting angry 

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

“WHAT’S CRISPY?” Sean asks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Peter take care of her!” 

“Scouts honor” he responds in a calm manner 

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

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

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

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

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

“MMMM” He moans, throwing his head back. 

“It’s good right” 

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

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

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

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

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

“I have not!” 

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

“I was not” you blush

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

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

He quirks his brow “And?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nice” 

“Siblings”

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

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

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

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

“You guys want anything else?” 

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

“We are good” 

“Alright together or separate checks” 

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

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

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

You stop midway “Thanks Peter” you say sheepishly 

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

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

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

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

“Oh shit I forgot” 

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

“Fuck off” Sean “ready?” he asks you 

“Oh yea”  you say standing up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Long Day | Peter Kavinsky

request: hi! can you please do an imagine for peter kavinsky where he’s had a long day and falls asleep on you thanks

hope you enjoy this and let me know if you want more

words: 551

warning(s): none

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peter was having a long day, he woke up early to help his mom out with his little brother, spent the day in elongated classes, than hours in lacrosse training. he was clearly tired but he continued to drive past his own house, not even sparing it a glance, instead continue to head to the house with the blue roof and an open window.

she sat at her desk, hair up, music in her ears, and books all over her desk. exam season was coming and she was never good at those, so unlike herself she took initiative and attempted to get ahead of her studies, but at this moment she was just frustrated. she distractedly picked up her phone to look at the time, and noted peter was done with practice. 

he hadn’t texted her yet but she didn’t stress, trusting her boyfriend wholeheartedly, he was probably taking a shower or simply resting. he was going through a hard time right now so she didn’t blame him for taking a moment to himself. she just hoped he was okay.

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peter let himself into the (y/l/n) residence, with the key given to him by y/n’s parent(s) for christmas, it made sense as he spent a lot of time there anyway, so might as well give him a key. they trusted their daughter to pick a man with good intentions and thankfully peter was that man. 

he wandered through the house with his bag strewn over his shoulder carelessly, he was still in his dirty uniform too. he walked into her room and rested a hand on her shoulder, though she had yet to notice him. he watched as y/n almost jumped out of her skin, squealing but then relaxed seeing her boyfriend behind her.

“bloody hell you scared the shit out of me,” he chuckled and kissed the top of her head before putting his bag down at the end of her bed, “a little warning next time would be great” she pouted.

“sorry princess, i just wanted you, didn’t stop to think i guess” he sighed in exhaustion.

she frowned in concern and opened her arms to her giant of a boyfriend and he quickly fell on his knees and into her embrace. her fingers instantly found their way home into his hair, rubbing his scalp affectionately and gently shushed him reassuringly.

“shh my love, everything it’s going to be okay.” she whispered.

the pair sat quietly listening to the other breathe, purely living in the moment and in each other’s presence. she pulled him from the bad and into a peaceful place, even if it was for a moment, it meant the world to peter that she cared so much. 

she made it explicitly clear that she loved him with every part of her being, and it was clear to anyone that he shared that love, battled it even but no matter the question of who loved the other more, it mattered more that they love each other purely and sincerely.

he quickly fell asleep in her arms, even in such an uncomfortable position, she tried to coax him to move but he refused. she sighed in defeat and let him rest in her lap, keeping one tangled in his hair while the other continued to take notes.

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thank you reading everyone and for the love that ive been getting for my peter fics since the third tatbilb came out, ive actually been trying to write something for ages and as short it is i thought someone might enjoy it no matter how shitty it was :) 

i honestly dont think i have long stories in me anymore so im sorry if im letting anyone down but i hope you appreciate my old works and maybe the new ones. 

im still going to come out with new ones if i can though so be patient with me ♡

statues and stories | p.k.

To All The Boys - Peter Kavinsky x Reader, fluff requested

word count: 813

song: statues and stories - adam guettel | 🔦

A/N: Do I know how much a trip to Italy costs? Roughly. Could your average group of teens manage it? Most definitely not. Is that stopping me? No.

Summary: A senior trip takes you and Peter to Florence, where the museums are more beautiful than anything.

Florence, Italy - also known as "the Athens of the Middle Ages" - shimmered like a diamond in the midday sun. You walked down the beautiful streets with a spring in your step, twisting your head this way and that, trying to drink in all the sights of the city. You breathed in deeply through your nose, something light and giddy bubbling in your chest. This world was unlike anything else, and you were intent on experiencing it all while you could.

For your senior trip, you, Peter, LJ, John Ambrose, and Chris had planned for a week in Florence, Italy. Just how you all had managed to save was still beyond you (although you had the suspicious feeling that John Ambrose was to thank), but you had been saving for years, and finally, it had happened. You were supposed to stick together in a group, but as it inevitably happened, you all wanted to go your separate ways. Now it was just you, Peter, and a city of possibility.

When the museum was in sight, groups of tourists rushing in, shoulder to shoulder, you paused, just marveling at the building and the excitement it held. Peter, who had come on this summer trip with you, grabbed your hand and squeezed it tightly, not saying a word but letting his joy overflow into you.

"Ready?" Peter asked. You nodded, grinning wide; it was more lovely than the sun. "Make sure to get a picture of me kissing one of the statues."

"Peter! You'll get us kicked out!"

"Are you going to deny me of this moment, (Y/n)?"

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, but were smiling, nonetheless. "I'll make sure to get your good side."

"Both of my sides are good."

"Well, I prefer this one." You kissed him featherlight on his left cheek, and Peter mumbled some kind of wisecrack response before turning and kissing you properly. He pulled you close until you were breathless, and when he pulled away, you chuckled. "If you kiss the statues like that, I might just get jealous."

"I'll try not to charm Aphrodite too much."

You stuck your tongue out at Peter's teasing words and pulling him forward through the buzzing crowd into the museum. The sight took your breath away, and you wandered through the building in awe of all the magnificent art. How could one building hold so many precious, heavenly creations? 

You tugged Peter to and fro - never letting go of his hand - marveling at statues and paintings, portraits and sculptures, icons of kings and sketches of angels. Occasionally, you'd look over at Peter and find him already staring at you, as though amid such remarkable beauty, you were the true work of art, hidden beside him. You'd nudge him with your shoulder, and he'd say something cheesy, but the look in his eye would tell you he meant it with the conviction of one blessed.

By the end of the visit, you had sneaked photos in rooms you weren't supposed to, you had told Peter the stories behind a few works of art, and had listened to him come up with ridiculous histories for sculptures (all of them involving forbidden affairs or deep love for a particular kind of cheese). You had attempted to get that picture of Peter kissing a rather popular bust, but that hadn't gone as planned, and all you ended up with was a blurry photo of Peter leaning forward and the security guard crossing his arms, glaring. Peter had claimed to have not known better, but the both of you were laughing too hard to sell the story.

"I'm kinda glad I didn't end up kissing that statue," Peter said as the two of you walked down the Florentine streets, hand in hand, the bright sun on your back, and all the world before you, "can you imagine how many people have touched that?"

"Enough to give you at least twelve different diseases."

"And you didn't stop me?"

"Whatever happened to, 'Are you going to deny me of this moment, (Y/n)'?"

Peter laughed and tugged you over to an empty bench. "You're supposed to be my impulse control."

"Seeing as we were only warned, I'd say I'm doing a pretty good job."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." You kissed him, cupping his cheek, and you felt the way he grinned against you. "We need to go on vacation more often."

Peter hummed in agreement. "We do." You leaned against his shoulder, and Peter kissed the top of your head. "Maybe not Italy, though."

You chuckled. "You mean you don't love paying through the teeth for a couple of days in the sun?"

"California would be a lot less expensive if that's all you wanted."

"Yeah, but I want Florence."

Peter smiled at you. He had the good sense not to argue. "Then I guess we'll make do."

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𝐓𝐨 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 | lara jean covey

Lara Jean Covey x Reader

Warnings : aucun

Mots : 55

Masterlist

Tu étais la meilleure amie de Peter et tu étais amoureuse de Lara Jean. Alors tu lui avais écrit une note pour l'inviter à sortir et avais demandé à Peter de lui donner, étant trop timide pour le faire toi-même.

❝━ De la part de (T/P). Dit-il en lui tendant le mot.❞

The Coffee Stain On Your Shirt

PETER KAVINSKY X READER 

A/N: This is so fluffy i think i need to puke. I should stop procrastinating by watching videos of Kavinsky saying woah woah woah and acc do my work. Anywayy hope you enjoy :)

You were standing by your locker, books and papers messily arranged as you grabbed the stuff you would need for 1st period. Down the hall, Peter Kavinsky was walking along beside his lacrosse team, laughing and joking about the party from the weekend. You and Peter had been partnered up for a English project at the start of the year and this caused you to form an unlikely friendship. You didn't hang out outside of school but you would consider Peter someone you could wave at in the halls or chat to briefly. This made the fattt (cross out) tiny crush you had on him a pain in the fricking ass. You weren't proper friends so in your mind you had no chance with Peter Kavinsky. Peter, on the other hand, thought you were one of the coolest and nicest people he had ever met and looked forward to seeing your face everyday. Of course you were completely oblivious to this fact because from your point of view Peter Grant Kavinsky was way out of your fricking league. Peter noticed you sorting through your locker, admiring the cute red skirt and white top you had picked out for that day. He grinned as he saw your furrowed eyebrows, concentrating on finding your chemistry textbook. Peter had zoned out from his teammates conversation, his focus trained on you. "Urm ill uh see you guys later." He said absent-mindedly, already making his way over to you. The lacrosse team looked at him confused, shaking their heads until they noticed where he was headed and their puzzled looks were replaced with knowing smirks before they walked round the corner. "Hey Y/L/N." You heard a voice say and looked up to see a mop of curly brown hair, recognising it instantly as Peter Kavinsky. "Oh hey Peter." You said back, wondering why he was leaning on the lockers next to yours. "Wanna walk to chemistry together?" Peter asked, his eyes watching your face with a wide smile. "Oh... yeah sure." You replied, confused why he wanted to walk with you when he had other friends in the class. Peter grinned, making your face heat up a little. "I just got to uh find this textbook and then we can go." You said slowly, huffing with frustration as you couldn't seem to locate it anywhere. Peter nodded, leaning on the worn locker next to yours, enjoying watching your annoyed face which he thought was adorable. He glanced into your locker and noticed a green corner poking out from the middle of the papers and books and he leaned in past you, pulling it out carefully. "There you go." Peter said, handing you the green textbook. "Ah, thanks Kavinsky." You frowned, trying to think how you could miss that. "No worries." He returned as you packed the book into your backpack. You looked up at him with a bright smile after closing your locker and Peter felt his stomach flip. "So how was your weekend?" Peter questioned as you started to walk slowly down the hall, brushing past yawning students. "Alright, my sister broke the couch though." You said, making Peter widen his eyes at you. "Wait what? How?" You chuckled and dodged a teacher carrying a pile of books, pressing yourself into Peter's side accidentally. "Uh sorry." You said before returning the slight distance between you. "Basically she was trying to train Milo (your dog) to army crawl and she was running along the couch and then she jumped off the arm and it cracked." Peter laughed beside you, making your heart flutter at his chuckles. You beamed, too distracted to notice the boy in front of you as you turned the corner. "Oof." You groaned as he collided into you and you felt your top start to spread with wetness. You looked down to see the boy had spilt coffee all over your white shirt, leaving a large brown stain. "Oh jeez dude I'm so sorry." The boy in front of you said. You shook your head, "uh its okay I'll go clean it up." The boy gave you a sorrowful look before walking away, leaving you beside Peter with coffee starting to soak your chest. "I'm gonna go clean myself up Peter, I'll see you in chem." You said, walking in the direction of the toilets. "Woah woah woah, no wait I'll help you." He blurted out, following after you in the corridor. You gratefully smiled at him and walked to the girls toilets, "Uh Kavinsky you might wanna wait outside." Peter smirked placing a hand on the door, "Nah I'll come in I've been in here before." You made a disgusted face at him, "Creep." Peter chuckled and followed you through into the thankfully deserted bathroom, "it's not like I spy on girls in here." You raised your eyebrows at him, "righhttt." Peter shoved you playfully and grinned, "piss off y/l/n." You cheekily smiled at him and walked into one of the toilets, grabbing some loo roll before walking back to the row of sinks Peter was standing beside. You turned the tap on and wet the paper slightly before trying to dab off the coffee stain, managing to draw out some of the brown smudge. You continued to furiously dab the splodge but it wouldnt budge, leaving you with a watery brown stain spread across your chest and stomach. "Great." You said sarcastically, pulling your shirt out slightly as you wiped at it. "Here." Peter said, reaching out to you with another wad of wet tissue, placing a hand on your lower back as he gently tried to sponge up the stain on your stomach. "Tryna cop a feel Kavinsky?" You teased, trying to disguise the rapid beating of your heart as he touched you softly. Peter blushed and you grinned, rubbing at the stain going over your boobs. "What? No no no." He said, releasing his hands from you. "I'm joking Pete." He seemed to relax a little when you said that, his lips tugging into a smile, "You're mean." You beamed and wet the tissue again, "You're the one who was tryna touch my boobs." Peter rolled his eyes, discarding the pile of mangled tissues in the bin, "You're impossible y/l/n." You chuckled and looked back in the mirror, sighing when you looked at the lighter brown stain still visible on the front of your shirt. "Urgh this isnt coming off. I'll have to go to lost property for a new shirt." You said grumpily, the clothes in lost property hadn't been washed in years and mainly consisted of pe shirts from 20 years ago. Lovely. Peter raised his eyebrows at you, obviously questioning your plan for a lost property outfit. You sighed and looked in the mirror again, there was no way you could continue wearing this shirt. "Yeah I know lost property is grim but what other choice do I have?" You said, washing your hands of coffee juice. "You could wear my hoodie." Peter suggested and you scoffed, "No you'll be cold." Peter shook his head at your refusal, his mind racing with thoughts of you in his hoodie and how cute you would look. "Nah I'll be alright, I'd rather you wear this than some smelly shirt y/l/n." Peter replied, already taking his hoodie off. You laugh and watch as he pulls the navy hoodie off his body, shirt lifting up as he did and revealing his toned abs and waist. You feel your face heat up and quickly look away from him. You look back to Peter again as he hands you the shirt, a knowing smirk on his stupidly gorgeous face. "Thanks." You say, feeling the soft fabric of the hoodie. "Urm I'm gonna need to take my shirt off." You announce, looking into Peter's chocolate eyes. At once he flushes and his eyes go a little wide, "Oh yeah uh right." He turns round to face the wall and you quickly peel your sticky shirt off, putting it on the edge of the sink before you pull Peter's hoodie over your bra. "All good." You say and he turns back around, an large grin instantly filling his face. Peter's stomach flips at the sight of you, his sleeves passing your fingers slightly. "Peter this is huge!" You laugh, putting your arms out to show him. He chuckles and shrugs, "You look cute." At once you blush and to hide your burning face you turn to the mirror to try and tuck the front in somehow. That's when you notice the large white lettering on the back. "Peter." You say, looking at him from the mirror. He hums in acknowledgement, looking up at you. "This has your surname on the back." Peter pretends to look round as if he didn't know and then gives you the biggest cheeky grin, "oh yeah." "Dude I cant wear this, people will think it's weird!" You said, worrying about the rumours that would spread round school. Peter picked up your shirt, folding it neatly, "well it's either my comfy hoodie or some sweaty shirt." You huffed and tugged on the sleeves slightly, "Ugh I'll wear this. Thanks Peter." You said and he smiled at you, leaning against the wall now. "Can I have my shirt now?" You asked, seeing that Peter had it tucked in his hand. "I have a plastic bag in my locker we can get it after 2nd period." He replied and you dropped your outstretched hand, chuckling, "so you're gonna carry my shirt round all morning?" Peter grinned and nodded, "yep." You roll your eyes playfully at him and reach for your backpack in the corner. When you sling it on your shoulders and look up, you see peter has his phone out and is taking photos of you. You frown and stick your bottom lip out slightly, reaching for his phone, "Stopppp." Peter chuckles and takes one more photo before tucking his phone back into his pocket. "Come on or we'll be late." He speaks up and the bell rings for class seconds later. You follow him out of the bathroom, walking quickly to chem. You both scoot into the class just in time, the teacher arriving mere seconds later. Sitting down in your seat, you glance to Lara Jean beside you. "What?" You ask, confused why she had her eyebrows raised at you and a smirk on her lips. "Whos hoodie is that y/n, you smell like man." She replies, leaning in to smell you again. "Peter Kavinsky's." You whisper back, taking out your notebook and pencil case. "Wait what?!" Lara Jean says loudly, making a few people turn to look at her. "Sshhh, i know i know," you say in reply to her shocked face, "some guy spilt coffee on my shirt this morning and Peter gave me his hoodie so I didn't have to wear a lost property shirt." Lara Jean looked at you sceptically, not convinced of Peter's motive to help you at all. She couldn't count the number of times Peter had come up to her or texted her asking if you were going to a party or the game or if you fancied anyone. "Sureeee." LJ replied, "I think he just fancies you." You scoffed and chuckled, "no he doesn't Lara Jean, he was just being kind." She gave you a look which said 'really?' before turning back to her work. A few seconds later when you thought you had finally escaped her teasing words she spoke up as she absent mindedly copied a table from the textbook, "yeah that's why he hasn't stopped looking at you since you came in together." At once, you whipped your head around to see Peter looking at you directly, his pen tucked behind his ear and chin resting on his hand. You noticed your white shirt neatly placed on the corner of his lab desk. He grinned at you which made you shake your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. Peter sighed as he watched you turn back, loving the way his surname looked across your back, wishing he could see you in his hoodies everyday. "That doesn't mean anything." You whispered, not believing Lara Jean's words at all. The rest of the day passed by ever so slowly and you were exhausted by the time you and Lara Jean reached her car. You were having movie night with her and Kitty this evening so she was driving you three home. "Gen's making evil eyes at me across the parking lot." You speak up, leaning on the side of LJ's car while you waited for Kitty. Lara Jean turned round to see Gen standing by the school entrance with some of her friends, watching you with a large scowl on her face. She burst out laughing, turning to her car and unlocking it when she noticed Kitty coming across the parking lot, "Yeah cos she's jealous that Kavinsky has the fattest crush on you." You rolled your eyes at her comment, "Peter doesn't like me Lara Jean." "Yes he does." You hear a voice say and turn back around to see Kitty beaming widely at you, "Nice hoodie you have there y/n, i really like the lettering on the back." You narrow your eyes at her and she grins wider, cheekily scooting inside the backseats before you could attack her. You sighed and walked round to the passenger side, buckling in and putting your bag on the floor by your feet. "Oh crap." You say as LJ pulls onto the main road, "I forgot to give him the hoodie back and he still has my shirt." Kitty bursts out laughing, making you whip round to her, scowling immensely. "Just text him saying you'll give it back to him tomorrow and i'm sure he'll do the same." LJ said, glancing at you with a smirk on her face in the front mirror. You nod and pull your phone out, scrolling down to Peter's contact and texting him, 'sorry kavinsky, is it okay if i give you back your hoodie tomorrow once ive washed it?' A few minutes later, you get a reply, 'yup, same for your shirt.' A second later another text comes through, 'see you tomorrow y/l/n' with a smiley face. You grinned to yourself and listen to the music playing out the car's radio. The following morning, you walk nervously to find Peter, his hoodie folded neatly in your hand after it got washed last night. You spot him standing with Greg by his locker, his hair messy from early morning practice. You smile fondly and walk over to the pair, smoothing out your striped pants. "Oh hey y/n!" Greg says, leaning alongisde Peter's locker. "Morning Greg, sorry I just came to give Peter his hoodie back." Peter turns to you, a wide smile on his face. "Thanks for letting me borrow it yesterday Kavinsky." You say, handing him the soft hoodie back somewhat reluctantly. "No worries, here's your shirt back, my mum managed to get the coffee stain out." You grin at him and your face heats up slightly from Peter's warm gaze. "Oh thanks!" You reply, taking your now clean shirt back. "You know I think you look better in my hoodies." Peter says, tucking his hoodie into his locker and cheekily grinning at you, referencing to the white sweater you are wearing. "Shove off Kavinsky, you're lucky your cute." You retort back, heart hammering and completely oblivious to Greg's amused face watching the both of you gaze longingly at each other. You spot Lara Jean and Chris in the hall ahead so turn to walk away, smiling at Peter and Greg, "See you later Kavinsky." Peter gives you a nod and a cheeky smirk, watching as you walk away. "Dude you're so whipped." Greg states, looking at Peter's love filled face. "Yeh i know." Peter replies, leaning back against his locker, his eyes trained on you.