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frost-queen · 2 years

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Middle of the night (Reader x Peter Kavinsky)

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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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pterkavinsky · 4 years

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February 12th, 2020.

It’s finally coming! Send in those requests for PK because my feels are out of control with the new trailer 😩💕

#peter kavinsky #peter kavinsky imagine #lara jean #lara jean covey #peter kavinsky fanfic #tatbilb #ps i still love you #noah centineo

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mixed-imagination · 6 years

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I ship them in real life now.

Some who saw the movie have been wondering about the origins of the lock-screen photo of Peter and Lara Jean sleeping on the couch, which we see briefly after Margot successfully gets their hot tub video taken off Instagram. Was there a scene that was cut from the movie that would explain where that photo came from? x

Susan Johnson (director): I can tell you. I don’t think this will blow any magic in telling you what happened with that. That was actually one of our crew members who took that photo. The two of them were in the green room on set at the high school location, in the area where we put the actors. They actually were sleeping on the couch in that room like that, so we just stood over them and took that picture and it’s so friggin’ cute. So yeah, we just borrowed it from our crew member. (Laughs.) There wasn’t [a scene]. I could make something up but I actually think it’s cute that they hang out like that.

#tatbilb #to all the boys i've loved before #lana condor #lara jean covey #peter kavinsky #peter kavinsky x reader #peter kavinsky imagine #noah centineo #josh sanderson #israel broussard #kissing booth #netflix #lara jean x peter #peter kavinsky fanfic #margot covey

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magicalmarauder · 5 years

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Forever and Always

A/N: Hi! I am new to writing on here and am super nervous! This is my very first story ever, so I hope you guys like it!

Summary: This is a To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before imagine that I thought up with Peter Kavinsky x Reader where the reader overhears him talking negatively about her with some friends at a party. A little bit of angst, but with a fluffy ending! Hope you enjoy!

You couldn’t believe it. You, Y/F/N Y/L/N, were dating thePeter Kavinsky. As in the most popular, most coveted boy in the entire school. Probably in the entire county even. You still didn’t even know how it had happened. You were one of the quietest people in the school, definitely content to sit alone with a good book as your only companion rather than surrounded by a crowd of people. But somehow Peter had taken notice of you. After approaching you one day while you were reading on the bleachers and somehow recovering from the spaz attack you had once he first approached you, you struck up a conversation with one another and the rest was history. You guys had been dating for the last four months now and you could honestly say it was the best four months of your life.

Never would you have thought that you would be in this position right now. The shy, quiet bookworm dating the popular, hot lacrosse player. It definitely felt like it was a plot from a movie, but somehow it had become your everyday reality and you wouldn’t change a thing.

Peter was definitely not what you had expected. You tried to be open-minded and not judge someone before getting to know them, but sometimes it was hard to help. Due to Peter’s reputation, you had always kind of expected him to be stuck-up, full of himself, and to be a bit of a jerk. And although he definitely was cocky and thought the world revolved around him, he was also sweet, kind, and considerate. Not many people saw that side to him, it was something that was reserved for very few people in his life, and thankfully you were one of those people.

Since becoming Peter’s official girlfriend, your life had definitely taken a bit of a 180. Before, you had preferred to spend your lunch period and any other free time alone with a book, whereas now you found yourself in the middle of the cafeteria with Peter and his entire gang of friends. While at first it was definitely awkward and a huge adjustment for not only you, but his friends as well, you were happy to say that you now genuinely enjoyed these times together with Peter and his friends and you thought that they did also. They were always joking and messing around with one another and you definitely got a kick out of some of the pranks and jokes they would pull on one another.

Life had settled into this wonderful new routine with you and Peter and you could not be happier. However, along with dating Peter there were some things that came along with it that were not so pleasant, such as high school parties. In other words, excuses for the kids at your school to get sloppy drunk and dance all up on each other. It definitely wasn’t your scene and you tried to get out of going whenever you could, which wasn’t often. Peter was very good at giving you that adorable puppy dog pout face of his and guilt-tripping you into joining him, which you knew was just about to happen as Peter met you at your locker on Friday afternoon.

“Hey babe!” Peter exclaimed as he approached you and laid a sweet kiss to your forehead.

“Hey Peter,” you replied, blushing with a small smile on your face. Even after four months, it still took you by surprise sometimes when he approached you like this. It definitely still sent the butterflies in your stomach going crazy. You didn’t think you would ever get used to this feeling.

“Soooooo,” Peter started, already placing that gosh darn pout that you couldn’t resist onto his face, “Gabe’s parents are out of town this weekend and he’s throwing a party tonight. You up for it?” He asked, eyes wide and pleading, already anticipating your displeasure with this news.

You sighed. “Do I really have much of a choice?”

He grinned. “Nope. You know I can’t go without my best girl. What would I do without you?”

You gave him an unimpressed look. “Don’t try to butter me up, Kavinsky. You know as well as I do that you would be completely fine without me there. I’m the one who wouldn’t be able to function alone.”

He laughed and wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. You sighed. Why did he have to be so cute? “That’s not true, babe! I truly wouldn’t know what to do with myself without you there. So, what do you say?” He mumbled, placing a soft kiss to your neck.

Rolling your eyes, you sighed. “Oh, alright. I’ll go. I don’t know how anyone could ever say no to you though when you’re just so darn adorable,” you said, shaking your head, pretending to be exasperated.

He pulled away to look you in your eyes, a huge grin plastered on his face. “You’re right, I’m just too irresistible!”

You rolled your eyes again, something that happened quite a lot when you were around Peter. “Okay, Mr. Cocky. Ego check. Maybe I should stay home tonight, just to prove a point that you don’t always get your way,” you teased.

His eyes widened in response to your statement and immediately grabbed back onto you, once again shoving his face into your neck. “No! I take it back! Just come with me tonight! I want to spend time with you!”

A dopey grin spread across your face at his sweet admission. “Ok, ok, I take it back. I’ll go with you!”

“Good,” he responded, pulling away, only to grab your hand and walk with you to the parking lot, tracing patterns along the back of your hand with his thumb.

“See you tonight,” he mumbled, pressing a short kiss to your lips before opening your car door for you.

“See you,” you responded, smiling quickly before climbing into the car and preparing to drive home to relax for a few hours before you had to get ready for the party.

At eight that night, a knock sounded from your front door and you gathered your bag and your phone, knowing that it was Peter arriving to drive you to the party. You shouted out a quick goodbye to your parents before racing to open the door and greet your boyfriend.

“Hey,” you breathed out, once you finally managed to open the door and reveal the sight of Peter standing in front of you wearing a dark blue button down shirt and dark jeans, looking just as gorgeous as ever.

“Hi,” he replied, leaning forward to kiss you quickly. “All ready?”

“Yup,” you responded. “Let’s get this over with.”

He laughed. “Come on, it won’t be that bad. You have fun at these parties, don’t you?”

You sighed as you walked with him to his car. “Yeah, I guess. Sometimes.”

He smiled that sweet Peter Kavinsky smile that had the entire school population, including the teachers, wrapped around his finger. “See,” he said. “It won’t be that bad!”

You let out a breath. We’ll see, you thought to yourself.

You and Peter arrived to the party a little bit later and found it to already be in full swing. You could hear music blaring from the outside and the occasional shouts and shrieks arising into the air. You let out a breath. You can do this, Y/F/N, it’s just a party. Just a few more hours and then it’ll all be over.

Peter, as if sensing your distress, placed his arm around your waist as you made your way up the walkway and through the front door.

Immediately upon entering, shouts went up and people came over to greet Peter and therefore you, by extension. You smiled politely, only recognizing a few of the faces as Peter introduced you, stating their names quickly, but you instantly forgot them, already overwhelmed.

“Peter!” Gabe exclaimed, sauntering over and going in for that weird handshake/slap on the back bro greeting that all guys seemed to give each other.

“Hey man!” Peter returned. “Great party!”

Gabe shrugged. “Thanks, Kavinsky. I try,” Gabe grinned before turning his attention to me and pulling me in for a quick hug. “Hey, Y/F/N! Glad you could make it!”

“Of course, Gabe. Thanks for the invite,” you answered sincerely. Gabe was truly someone you liked. He always had this positive energy about him and he was one of the first people from Peter’s group of friends to welcome you in once you and Peter began dating.

“Can I get you guys anything to drink?” Gabe asked, playing the ever so faithful host.

“Sure,” Peter replied. “How about two cokes?” He asked, looking over at you for confirmation.

“Yeah, that would be great,” you confirmed. “Thanks, Gabe!”

“No worries, have fun you guys, I’ll be right back!” He exclaimed, disappearing into the mass of bodies, heading towards where the drinks were located.

Peter pulled you in closer to his side and breathed into your ear, “let’s go mingle.”

You nodded, readying yourself for the long evening. Here we go, you thought to yourself.

A few hours later and you were sitting on one of the couches, talking with one of the girlfriends of one of the players on Peter’s lacrosse team. She was a sweet girl and found herself to be slightly uncomfortable at these events, just like you, which was something you immediately bonded over. Peter had disappeared not too long ago with some of his friends and you hadn’t seen him since.

You sighed, looking around, but still no sign of him. It was nearing midnight and you were hoping to go to bed at a somewhat decent hour tonight considering you had been up to almost three a.m. the night before, studying for a trig test.

“I think I’m going to go find Peter and see if he’s ready to leave,” you explained to your friend before giving her a quick hug and standing up to hunt down your boyfriend.

After wandering around for about five minutes, you finally found him out in the back with some guys that you recognized as being on his lacrosse team, but not being in Peter’s immediate group of friends. Therefore, you didn’t know any of their names or really have any indication as to who they were or what they were like.

You hesitantly made your way over, always nervous when approaching people you weren’t familiar with when you heard something that stopped you in your tracks.

“So, that girlfriend of yours Kavinsky, she’s not really a big fan of these kinds of parties,” a blonde guy standing to the right of Peter stated. Their backs were all turned to you as they gazed out at the city alight in the distance as they conversed. None of them had noticed your approach as you now stood only a few feet away from them, frozen in your tracks as you weren’t expecting to hear them talking about you.

Peter gave a short laugh. “Nah, not really. She’s not used to big events like this, so it still makes her a little uncomfortable.”

The guy on Peter’s other side snorted. “I don’t know why she even tries. She sticks out like a sore thumb here, it’s pretty obvious she doesn’t belong. I don’t mean to offend you man, but I just don’t get what you see in her.”

Peter tensed but didn’t say anything and you held your breath, waiting for him to step in and come to your defense, but he never did. Before you could say anything to clue the boys in on your presence, the blonde guy who had first spoken piped up again. “Yeah, dude. She doesn’t belong in your world man. I don’t understand why you ever stopped dating Genevieve in the first place. You guys were the power couple of the school and now you’re dating that loser Y/F/N and I just don’t get it.”

Peter seemed to hesitate for a moment before letting out a short laugh. “What can I say man, I guess I liked the challenge. Getting one of the biggest dorks in school to go out with me was definitely something new and I know she’s weird at these kinds of parties, which is also something new for me.”

The guys laughed while tears began to well up in your eyes. Dork. Loser. Weird.Was this what he really thought of you?

You turned around and quickly made your way back into the house before any of them could realize that you were there and had heard their conversation. You could feel your heart slowly breaking. Was that all you were to Peter? Some new challenge simply to prove to himself that he could get one of the biggest losers in school to fall for him too? Was this all just a big game to him and he was going to dump you as soon as he got bored?

You thought back to the last four months as tears quickly began falling down your face. None of it felt fake. But was that only on your end? To you, this was your first real relationship. Your first love. Every second had been so special and so memorable, but to Peter was it all just a game?

Hastily, you wiped at your eyes, trying to get the tears to stop before anyone could notice that you were crying.

“Y/F/N!” You heard Gabe shout from somewhere inside the house, but you ignored him, retreating towards the front door. On your way there, you ran into Lucas, a friend from school.

“Are you okay?” He asked in concern, placing his hand comfortingly on your elbow.

You shook your head, wiping at your eyes again. “No, not really,” you murmured. “Do you think you could actually give me a ride home?” You asked hopefully, not wanting to face Peter after what you had just heard.

“Of course,” he replied quickly, placing his drink down on a table and guiding you out the door. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head. “No, not really.”

He nodded in sympathy and understanding. “Okay, let’s go.”

Not long after you arrived home, a text came in from Peter.

Peter <3:Hey babe, Gabe said he saw you leaving. Everything ok?

You:Yeah, everything’s fine. I just had a headache, so Lucas offered to take me home.

You bit your lip at the lie, sighing as you sent the text. You just wanted to crawl into bed, curl up into a ball, and cry a little bit. You would deal with all this later.

Peter <3:Oh, okay, I wish you would have told me, baby. I hope you feel better. <3

You: thanks. goodnight.

Sighing, you turned your phone off and placed it on your bedside table before turning your light off and crawling under the covers.

What on earth am I going to do?You asked yourself in despair. Your perfect relationship wasn’t so perfect after all. How could Peter do this to you? You thought he loved you. But apparently that was all a lie and the only thing he saw when he looked at you was a weirdo dork girl that he wanted to use to spice up his life for a short time.

Tears began rolling down your face once again and you buried your heard under the blankets, hoping to forget the last few hours ever happened.

On Monday morning, you drove to school with a pit of dread in your stomach. You had been avoiding Peter all weekend, but that was about to come to an end. You had been dodging his texts and calls and you could tell that he was getting increasingly more frustrated with you the longer you continued your radio silence. But you didn’t know what else to do. You couldn’t face him just yet. However, that looked like it was just about to end.

You had just parked in the school parking lot and stepped out of your car, grabbing your backpack when you noticed Peter making his way over to you. Quickly, you turned on your heel and began making your way toward the entrance of the school, hoping to escape this particular confrontation. Or at the very least, put it off a little bit longer. Nevertheless, you had no such luck as Peter kept calling your name and eventually caught up with you, grabbing your arm and spinning you around to face him.

“Y/F/N! I’ve been calling you, didn’t you hear me?” He demanded, a slightly angry expression plastered across his face.

You simply gave him a look and yanked your arm out of his grasp and once again began making your way toward the building.

“Woah, woah, woah! Wait up!” Peter exclaimed, stopping in front of you, effectively blocking your path. “What’s wrong? Why are you ignoring me?” He commanded.

Crossing your arms across your chest, you sighed. “Peter, I don’t want to be late for class. Can you please move out of my way?”

“No!” He shouted. “Not until you tell me what’s wrong,” he replied, stubbornly planting his feet down, further emphasizing his commitment not to move until he got some answers.

“Well, I don’t really feel like talking to you right now,” you glowered, attempting to step around him, but he once again blocked your path. You huffed. “Can you please get out of my way?!”

“NO!” He fumed, causing you to jump back in surprise. You had never heard him yell before. “Not until you tell me what is going on? What did I do wrong?? First, you ditch me at Gabe’s party, then you avoid my texts and calls all weekend, and now you’ll barely even look at me! What did I do?” He raged, before he gently took ahold of your hand, his expression softening and his eyes turning pleading. “Please, babe, just talk to me. You avoiding me has been driving me insane. I can’t go this long without talking to you, you know that.”

Tears welled up in your eyes at his admission, but you pulled your hand away. You couldn’t get distracted by his sweet words. Not now that you knew they weren’t true. “I thought I would be doing you a favor,” you replied coldly. “After all, the great Peter Kavinsky couldn’t possibly want to be seen with such an enormous loser as myself, right?”

Peter furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “What are you talking about? Did someone say something to you at the party?” He demanded angrily. “If so, tell me and I’ll take care of it.”

You gazed up into his eyes accusingly, finally making eye contact and he flinched slightly. “Yeah, youdid. I heard you talking in the backyard with your friends about what a dork I am and how the only reason you ever even looked my way was because you wanted some new challenge to see if the quiet little loser would fall for you too. You don’t need to pretend anymore, Peter, I got the message loud and clear. You win. I won’t bother you anymore.”

An anguished look settled on Peter’s face as he closed his eyes and groaned. “Babe,” he whispered despairingly. “I am so, so sorry. I’m the worst boyfriend in the entire world,” he murmured, hanging his head down low. “I didn’t mean any of that, I don’t even know why I said it.” He looked up with sorrow in his eyes. “You have to believe me, baby, I didn’t mean a single word of it.”

You sniffled and wiped a tear from your eye. “Am I really supposed to believe that?” You cried.

“Yes,” he said forcefully, placing his hands on your shoulders and you left them there, not having the energy at the moment to push him away. “Yes, you should believe me because it’s the truth. Those guys I was talking to are such jerks and they’ve always given me a hard time about dating you and I was tired of trying to explain to them how amazing and wonderful you are, so I just said things that I knew would get them to shut up. You have to believe me, babe, I didn’t mean any of it. I knew in that moment it was wrong and that I should have stood up for you. You’re my girlfriend and I love you and as a result, I should be your biggest defender. I should always come to your rescue and I failed. Baby, I am so, so unbelievably sorry, but you have to believe me. I didn’t mean those words. You mean the world to me, Y/F/N. From the moment I first laid my eyes on you, I knew that you were something special. You weren’t some conquest or some twisted kind of challenge. You were a beautiful, witty, smart, amazing girl who is completely out of my league. You have to believe me. Please say that you believe me,” he begged, his eyes boring into yours, tears slipping down his cheeks.

And that was when you knew for sure that he was telling the truth. You had never once seen Peter cry. You didn’t think he could cry. He was always so solid, so sure. Seeing him crying and pleading like this absolutely broke your heart and you wrapped your arms around him and he returned the hug fiercely, locking you into his arms.

“I believe you,” you whispered softly.

He squeezed you even tighter. “Oh, thank God!” He breathed out, pulling away just enough to bring you into a searing kiss that left you weak at the knees.

“I’m so, so sorry babe, I promise nothing like this will ever happen again,” he repeated over and over as he pressed kisses all over your face.

You giggled softly. “Peter, stop! That tickles!”

He grinned. “No can do, babe, I gotta make up for acting like the world’s biggest idiot and I can only do that with kisses!” He exclaimed before resuming his previous activity.

You laughed, softly swatting him away before grabbing his hand. “C’mon, lover boy, we gotta get to class. Reality beckons.”

He pouted. “Must we, really?”

You laughed again. “Yes, Mr. Kavinsky. We must.”

He sighed. “Okay, okay, but first, there’s something I gotta do.”

Before you could question him, he once again pulled you in for a fierce kiss, letting all his love and affection flow into you and fill you up, completely washing away any residual doubts you may have had about him and his affection for you. A few seconds later, you both pulled away, slightly dizzy. “I love you, Y/F/N Y/L/N, forever and always,” he whispered softly, cupping your face with his large hands.

“I love you too,” you replied, still slightly in shock.

He laughed at your dazed expression before placing his arm around your shoulders and guiding you towards the school. “Let’s get this day over with so I can take you out after school. Gotta make it up to my best girl and show her how much she means to me.”

You beamed up at him before placing a quick kiss to his cheek. “Can’t wait.”

#to all the boys i've loved before imagine #peter kavinsky imagine #peter kavinsky x reader #peter kavinsky fanfic #reader insert #tatbilb #tatbilb imagine #oneshot #angst #fluff #angst with fluff #noah centineo

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Someone had the audacity to ask me to choose between Peter Parker and Peter Kavinsky and I straight up lost my shit!!!!! Like honey, have you seen them?! HOW CAN YOU MAKE ME CHOOSE BETWEEN THOSE HOT as well as CUTE ANGELS?!😱 Like just look at Tom Holland and Noah Centineo

#noah centineo #peter kavinsky #to all the boys i've loved before #tom holland #peter parker #spiderman homecoming #spiderman: far from home #noah centineo imagine #tom holland imagine #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #tom holland fanfiction #tatbilb #noah centineo fanfiction #peter parker fluff #peter kavinsky fanfic

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Take My Hand | Peter Kavinsky

Summary : Peter saw you sitting alone, listening to some music on your earphones, not caring about the world around you. He decides to go over and ask what you’re listening too.

A/N : I suck at summarizing lmao. But ugh, I love this man.

Sitting by the window was your favorite. Watching people pass by, seeing life go on as you say there gazing at everything.

It was somehow a way to help you escape the real world.

You placed the earbuds into your ears and listened to your favorite songs, all the while, you loved creating fake stories about people who walked by or who were in the diner.

Being a hopeless romantic, it was hard not to have your head in the clouds. And this was your way of living out the love stories you had always wanted. But never had.

And you were okay with that. At least, you thought you were.

Peter sat on the stool, drinking his milkshake and glancing around the diner. His eyes gazed almost every inch until they fell on you.

There you were, sitting all alone with no care in the world.

You and Peter have lived next door to each other almost all your life. He ended up becoming your best friend the very second you moved in, which you didn’t mind at all.

Even now, you two had stayed closer than ever. Always going to each other’s houses, spending the night when you stayed up binging shows on Netflix.

Peter Kavinsky is your person. Your soulmate.

He watched you, growing intrigued as you sat there singing to yourself.

There was something about you that drew him in and he wasn’t sure what it was.

Peter decided to go and talk to you, hopefully figure out what he was feeling. If he was actually feeling anything at all.

He propped up to his feet and made his way over to you. The second he slid into the booth, sitting right across from you, your eyes shot up to his.

“Hey, thought you were studying tonight?” He asked.

You let out a long sigh as you took out your earphones. “Got stood up.”

Peter furrowed his brows, his hand balling into a fist. “Andrews stood you up?” He muttered, not once taking his eyes off yours. “I’ll kick his ass. I swear when I see him—“

“No, it’s fine.” You cut him off. “Seriously. I’m okay.”

Peter felt his body loosen up from being tense. Just the thought of anyone hurting you made him angry. He would do anything to make sure you were happy. Anything.

“So what’re you doing here alone anyways?” He asked, before taking a sip of his milkshake. “Why didn’t you just call me? I could’ve picked you up.”

You shrugged your shoulders, letting out a sigh. “Hmm I don’t know. Its a nice day for a walk.”

“It’s never a nice day for a walk.” He huffed.

“You know, for being an athlete, you’re pretty lazy.”

“I have my moments.”

You let out a soft chuckle and agreed with him. You knew him all to well too know he was telling the truth.

“But seriously, why didn’t you call?”

“I guess I didn’t want you to know I got stood up. I mean—it’s not something I’m proud of.”

Peter stared at you with soft eyes, wishing he could beat the crap out of Archie. But he knew you wouldn’t want that.

“What’re you listening to?” He asked, pointing to your phone.

Swallowing hard, you knew you couldn’t resist him. And as much as you wanted to tell him to leave, you couldn’t. Being around him made you feel safe, and whole. He was like the missing puzzle piece.

“Want to listen?” You asked, holding up one of the ear buds.

Peter flashed a cheeky grin and nodded, before getting up and quickly taking a seat next to you.

Being that close to him, so close you could almost breathe him in, it created your heart to race with a trillion beats per second, or so it felt.

Peter never knew what you were feeling when it came to him. Which was what you wanted.

Being his best friend, you knew that if you ever told him how you felt it would ruin what you two had. And the thought of losing him scared you.

Pressing play, the song ‘I Can’t Help Falling In Love With You’ by Elvis echoed in your ears.

This was one of your favorites.

It always made you feel warm inside and made you think of Peter. He was the perfect guy. Funny, sweet, handsome as hell, and he was always there for you whenever you needed him. You couldn’t help but fall in love with him. And that scared you.

Peter could feel his stomach flutter as the words played in his ear. He knew it should have brought him to think of Gen but instead, he thought of you. And slowly, his eyes averted to you causing you to flash a nervous smile. And in that moment, he knew was falling in love with you.

“I—I have to go.” He muttered, clearing his throat.

You furrowed your brows. “Um okay. Call you later?”

He nodded awkwardly, propping up to his feet. “Y-Yea. Talk to you later.”

Before you could even say bye, he strode out of the diner, leaving you there alone.

You were confused at his sudden urge to leave but you decided to shrug it off and continue listening to the song.

Peter sat in his Jeep, still able to see you through the window. He couldn’t help but gaze at your features, and the way your hair stayed behind your ear.

He was confused himself. After all this time, he finally realized what it was that he felt, and it scared him to no end.

His phone rang snapping him out of his daze and pulled him back to reality.

It was Gen.

Letting out a long breath, he answered.

“Hey...” He drawled out.

“Hey. What’re you doing? Want to go to the mall with me and—“

“Yea—no um—look.” He swallowed hard feeling his stomach churn. But the more he gazed at you, the more he realized just what he had to do. “We need to talk.”

#to all the boys ive loved before movie #to all the boys i've loved before #peter kavinsky fanfic #peter kavinsky x reader #peter kavinsky imagine #peter kavinsky #noah centineo #tatbilb

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Accidentally Engaged - Part 1 of a Noah Centineo Mini Series

A/N: Hey everyone. The Noah Centineo mini-series I promised you is finally here! This story is based on the movie ‘Accidentally Engaged’ which some of you might be familiar with. I just changed a few bits and pieces of the storyline to adapt it to Noah’s life, but otherwise kept most of the plot the same. If you’ve already seen the film you’ll know how the story ends. I still hope that those who watched it, still decide to read this series since I worked really hard on this idea. Plus you’ll get a little bit of asshole Noah which I had a lot of fun with as well!

This is an AU because a lot of Noah’s lifestyle and family dynamic is different than from his actual life. I had to change these things, so they’d work with the story I was going for. Ps: I have nothing against Camila Mendes!! I actually think she’s amazing, so please don’t hate me for using her as the mean girl.

you can read part 2 here and part 3 here

****

Everyone had dreams growing up. Some dreamed about being a doctor, firefighter or police officer while others dreamed about marrying a prince or being a wizard and going to Hogwarts. My dream had always been the same. Ever since I was little I wanted to be an actress in Hollywood, playing alongside acting icons such as Angelina Jolie or Leonardo Di Caprio.

I've always loved acting and jumping into different characters. I joined every drama club in all of the schools I went to and felt at home whenever I was on stage or standing in front of a camera.

Despite a lot of people telling me to give up and move on from my dreams, I was determined to make them a reality. So, after I finally graduated from college, I packed up my old, boring life in Conway and moved out to Los Angeles, the city where dreams were supposed to come true. Once I got here though reality decided to hit me right in the face.

Moving out to L.A. didn't launch me to where I wanted to be and I soon started to realize that working in this industry was harder than I first anticipated. The standards and competition I was up against were nothing like I ever expected. I knew that being rejected was part of the job, but it still wasn't easy to deal with, especially if it happened over and over again. I didn't give up though. I went from audition to audition, fighting for my dreams and working my butt off to better myself in every possible way.

Luckily all of the hard work I put into improving myself eventually paid off and I finally managed to land a small role in an upcoming movie. While a role with less than ten lines wouldn’t seem like much to many people, it meant a lot to me. Now I finally had the chance to prove everyone wrong and most importantly prove to myself that I was good enough.

I was backstage with the makeup artist and stylist who were helping me get ready for my first shoot ever while waiting for my cue to go on set. The movie I was a part of was called Coffeeshop Crush, starring two of the biggest stars in Hollywood right now. The male lead was played by Noah Centineo, the internet's sweetheart who every girl wanted to be with, while the female lead was portrayed by Camila Mendes, a beautiful yet very presumptuous actress. Of course, it was an honor to play alongside these two talented actors, but I didn't really understand the big fuss everyone made about them.

“Alright, so we got you your director approved apron. I like this one a lot better than the other one.“ Kelly, the stylist said as she put it on me. I smiled at her, nodding.

“So... I saw his abs.“ She said, clearly talking about Noah Centineo.

Sidney, the makeup artist gasped, “Seriously?“ Kelly nodded, “Yeah. He just ripped his shirt of right in front of me. He got abs for days.“ She explained, fangirling a little.

“And what did you do?“ Sidney asked while she continued doing my makeup.

“What any girl would do, of course. I asked him to take a selfie with me for my Instagram so I can brag about meeting him to all of my friends.“ The both of them just started laughing while I just sat there and smiled, listening to them gushing about Noah.

“Are you gonna be able to look into his eyes without stumbling over your lines?“ Sidney asked, looking at me.

“I'm sure, I'll manage. I mean he's just a person like everyone else, right?“ I answered, looking back at them.

“Right.“ The both of them answered simultaneously before starting to laugh.

“Okay, we're ready for her. Let's go.“ The assistant interrupted as she walked in to come and pick me up. I nodded and followed her.

The set we used for the first scene was a coffee shop where I played the waitress, which was quite ironic considering I worked as a waitress in real life too.

“Okay, everyone. Quiet on set! We're running in 3...2...1... and action!“

Noah walked in and sat down in front of Camila, who was already seated at a table. She looked up and smiled at him, “Hi.“

Noah smiled back at her, “I didn't see you last Friday.“ He said, looking at her.

“Or the Friday before. But you were here-“

“Three Friday's ago.“ Both of them said at the same time before laughing with each other.

“I thought I'd never see you again.“ Noah said, probably making every girl's heart beat faster by the way he delivered this line.

“Well, I'm here now.“ Camila responded, looking at him with loving eyes.

Noah smiled, “Let me buy you a cup of coffee.“ He waved at me which was my cue to walk in. My heart was beating like crazy, but I tried to ignore it. I took a deep breath before walking into the scene with a pot of coffee in my hands and a big smile on my face.

I started to pour some coffee into Camila's mug, “Can I get you anything else?“ I asked before pouring some into the other mug as well.

Noah shook his head, “I think I got everything I need right here in front of me,“ before he could continue with his next line, the lid of the coffepot slipped off, causing the coffee to spill on both Camila and Noah's clothes. They both gasped before jumping off their seats.

“Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!“ I apologized, feeling awful about messing up the scene.

I looked at Camila and apologized again, “I'm so sorry.“ She just glared at me and said, “Uhm no,“ before walking away from me.

I sighed and turned to Noah, “I didn't know the lid wasn't-“

“Don't sweat it. Wardrobe has doubles.“ He said, patting my shoulder before walking over to the wardrobe to change.

Once he left, the director approached me. “You come with me.“ I sighed and followed her, knowing I screwed up. She walked me out of set and immediately fired me. She also told me that someone like me didn't deserve to call herself an actress and that I should probably reconsider my life choices.

I left the building, feeling like crap. I got into my car and decided to drive over to my Agent Natalie. I knew she would probably give me one of her famous pep talks, which was exactly what I needed after I just ruined my acting career.

“Oh honey, you always gotta check your props,“ Natalie told me after I explained what had happened.

I sighed, pacing through the room. “I know that now. Gosh, I made a complete fool of myself in front of two of the hottest actors in Hollywood right now.“

“Oh, please. Camila Mendes is a notorious diva. It was probably her bad karma that caused it to happen in the first place. And Noah... he's sexy and all, but no brain's above. I doubt he'd remember you if he saw you.“ She said, trying to comfort me.

“Natalie... I know how hard you worked to get me that audition.“

“Forget it, okay? You still got paid and we'll keep it on your headshot until we get you something better.“

“Yeah, but what if this small part could've lead to something bigger? It was the first role I got after two years and I messed it all up.“

Natalie looked at me, a small smile on her face. “(Y/N), it was seven lines. It's not the end of the world or your career. You're still young.“

“So is Camila.“

“Do not compare yourself to her, (Y/N). You are such a talented actress. So, you're not all lips and lashes like Camila. You're beautiful just the way you are. You look like a storybook princess. You're vulnerable yet you're strong. Honey, you have star quality. That's why I signed you, okay?“

I nodded, “You're right. Besides... If I don't believe in myself who will, right?“

Natalie smiled, “See, you are a great actress.“

I looked at her confused, “what?“

“Well... even though you're down on your luck and you don't believe a word you just said, you still had me convinced.“

I smiled at her, “Thanks, Natalie.“

I was right about her being able to make me feel better and giving me the pep talk I needed because she did. She was definitely the best agent I could have ever asked for and I was glad to be signed to her.

“Alright. You go home and get some rest and I'm gonna get you out for a commercial audition on Friday at two in Studio City, okay?“

“Oh, I can't. I'm going back home for a bridal shower, remember?“ “Yes, you're maid of honor at your best friend's wedding, right?“

I nod, “The honor is all mine.“

“Well, it'll be good for you to get away and not think about auditions and Hollywood for a while. Go and have some fun.“

I smiled and got up from my seat, before walking towards the door. “Oh and (Y/N)?“

I turned around, looking back at her. “Life is a movie if you let it be. I know.“

Natalie smiled at me. “Alright, go and have some fun. Bye, honey.“

“Bye.“ I waved at her before leaving her office and walking back to my car. ****

I was working my early shift at the café that paid for most of my bills while trying to clear my head from yesterday's events. I still couldn't believe that I lost my first ever movie role because of some stupid mistake I made. I know Natalie told me that losing my role wasn't the end of the world or my career, but it definitely still hurt. I let out a breath and pushed all these thoughts away and focused back on my shift.

“Can I get you anything else?“ I asked the couple that seemed to be out on a date, after serving them some coffee.

“No, I think we're good.“ The boy answered, smiling at me. I nodded and walked over to the next table to take a new order when I saw that Noah Centineo was the one sitting there.

“Uh... Noah.“

He was staring at his phone and looked up once he saw me standing in front of him. He seemed to recognize me immediately and forced a small smile at me, “Hi.“

“Uhm... Hi.“ I replied, looking at him.

“You know, I... uh... think I came to the wrong place.“ He said before getting up from his seat and walking right out the door.

I put the coffeepot down on the table and looked at my co-worker Melody. “Hey, Mel, can you watch my tables for a second?“ She nodded and I followed Noah outside, where he was talking to someone on the phone.

“Yeah, the menu here isn't so great. We could get some take out.“ I heard him say into the phone. “Okay, bye.“ He ended the call and put his phone back inside his pocket.

I crossed my arms in front of my chest and cleared my throat. Noah turned around and glanced back at me.

“You didn't even look at the menu.“ I said, raising my brows at him.

“I just didn't think my publicist would like it here, so.“ He defended himself while fidgeting around with his hands.

“What? You thought I was gonna pour a cup of coffee in your lap again? I'm not an idiot you know? I wait tables for a living.“ I knew how pathetic my statement sounded after what happened yesterday on set, but I needed to put him in his place. Just because he was a Hollywood star, didn't mean he had the right to be a jerk to everyone around him.

“Really?“ He asked, raising his brows at me.

“What exactly are you doing here anyway? Shouldn't you be brunching at the Ivy with some Teen Choice Award winners or something?“ I asked, a hint of annoyance in my voice.

“Uh...I don't even know your name so why are you even mad at me? Besides, you're the one who set our shoot back two hours.“ Noah said, giving me a reproachful glance.

“Seriously? Why does no one blame the prop master for not doing his job?“ I asked, throwing my arms in the air defensively.

“Checking your props is practically acting class 101.“ He commented, running a hand through his curly hair.

“Oh, yeah? Since when?“

“Since always. I don't know that doesn't really change.“

I shook my head, laughing. “Great. I'm getting acting advice from a Disney Channel star.“

“You watched Austin & Ally?“ He asked, sounding a little surprised.

I shrugged my shoulders, “Everyone our age did.“

Noah laughed and pointed a finger at me, “You had a crush on me, didn't you? Come on, admit it, you thought I was cool.“

Now he was really taking it too far. Who did this guy think he was? I don’t think I've ever met someone in my life, who was so full of crap and I seriously had no idea what everyone else loved so much about him. Noah Centineo was an asshole who clearly only cared about himself and his career.

“I have to get back to work.“ I said, turning away from him.

“Okay, but just remember... coffee is better in a cup than on your shirt.“

I decided to ignore his comment and just glared back at him.

“I'm joking, girl. It was just a joke.“ Before he had the chance to say anything else, I walked back inside the café, slamming the door behind me.

I grabbed the coffeepot from the table and walked behind the counter.

“Uh excuse me. Was that Noah Centineo you just talked to?“ Melody asked, looking at me. I nodded my head, “Yeah... the one and only.“

“Okay, wow. He sure is hella dreamy.“ She gushed, making me roll my eyes. “Yeah and he knows it. Gosh, that guy is so full of himself it's almost pathetic.“

She stared at me for a minute before saying, “Uh huh. You clearly are just saying that to cover up the fact that you two are actually a thing.“

I immediately shook my head, feeling a little offended by her assumption. “Ew, no, what the hell. That's definitely not the case. Why would you even say that?“ I asked, looking back at her.

“Because of this pic, I saw online.“ She said, grabbing her phone.

“What pic?“

“The one of you and Noah leaving some VIP lounge in Hollywood.“

“I can assure you that it definitely wasn't me.“

“Okay.“ She said, clearly not believing me.

“It wasn't, I swear. Why would you even think it was me?“

She pulled out a picture and showed it to me.

“I don't know. I mean you can't see her face but she has the same hair as you.“

I glanced at it for a second and shook my head, “It's not me.“ I said before walking into the kitchen to make some new coffee. Once I finished my shift and got back home I immediately called my best friend Emily, who's bridal shower I was going to tomorrow. We both talked for a while and I poured my heart out to her, telling her about the last couple of days. She always knew exactly what to say to make me feel better and of course she did this time too.

Although I did get some bad news from her as well. Because I was so busy with going to auditions and focusing on my acting career she decided to change my title from 'maid of honor' to 'co-maid of honor'.

The actual maid of honor now was our friend Ashley, who organized the bridal shower and also most of the wedding next weekend. Even though I'd been fired as the maid of honor, I still looked forward to going back home to Conway. It would be good for me to leave Los Angeles for a while and to focus on my friends and family back at home. I was excited to see them and hoped that it would distract me from all of the madness in my life.

****

After a long flight and a two-hour drive, I finally arrived at my best friend's house where she held her bridal shower.

I parked my car and knocked at the door. When no one answered, I checked if the door was unlocked and when it was I entered the house.

I walked through the familiar place until I reached the backyard where a lot of people were already waiting. I saw all of my friends gathered at a table and smiled.

“You guys seriously started without me?“ I asked, walking towards the table they were sitting at. My friends Ashley and Jane squeaked before running over to greet me. Emily followed them with a big smile on her face.

Ashley and Jane both looked me up and down once we pulled apart from the hugs.

“Oh my gosh, that color looks so good on you! And the L.A. weather must be good to you too because you're tanned as hell!“ Jane said and Ashley nodded.

“You look so hot, girl. Come on, let's take a selfie for Instagram.“ Ashley pulled out her phone and held it in front of our faces. I smiled at the camera and we took a couple selfies before both of them started asking me question after question.

“Oh my gosh, I heard you're filming a movie with Noah Centineo! The Noah Centineo. Is that really true?“

“Yes, is he as hot as he is in person? Is he tall and oh my gosh did you touch his hair?“

“Yeah, did you? What does he smell like? Are his eyes really that sparkly?“

I let out a breath, feeling a little overwhelmed about this whole situation. I loved my friends a lot, I really did, but they were really hard to be around sometimes.

“So... the maid of honor has finally arrived.“ Emily said, saving me from this crazy situation.

Ashley cleared her throat, looking at Emily. “I mean co-maid of honor.“ She corrected herself, smiling at us.

“I'm just teasing, (Y/N). When you're here, I want you to do everything you can. And when you're not, I just wanna help out.“ Ashley said, smiling at me.

I smiled back at her. “Thanks, Ash. I think it's really sweet of you to help out while I'm stuck in L.A.“ She nodded before she and Jane disappeared to grab some champagne.

Emily walked over to me and hugged me. “It's good to finally see you, (Y/N).“ She said once we pulled apart from each other.

I nodded and linked my arm with hers, “It's so good to be home. I missed you guys so much.“

“and we missed you.“ She smiled at me before we walked back to the table.

“By the way, I didn't tell anybody that you got fired.“

“Thank you. I really don't feel like talking about it.“

“I know and you're welcome.“

We sat down at the table and waited for the others to arrive. Once everyone was there, we raised our glasses in a toast to officially celebrate Emily's bridal shower.

“So, how's Los Angeles, dear?“ Allison, Emily's mother, asked me

. “It's good. I'm going to lot's of auditions and also work at this cute coffee shop. I really like it there.“ I answered, looking at her.

She smiled at me before Jane asked me another question. “So... is Noah Centineo really that tall? Or just kinda tall?“

I sighed, “No more questions about Noah, okay? Today is all about Emily.“ I looked over to my best friend and smiled.

She nodded her head and smiled back at me. “Yeah, (Y/N)'s right. Today's all about me. You guys know that I love being the center of attention.“

We all laughed at her comment before we moved on to open her gifts.

While Emily was opening her presents I went back inside the house to grab some more champagne for us, when I ran into Jake, Emily's fiancé. He was six years older than all of us which we often liked to tease him about.

“Hey, grandpa.“ I said, waving at him. Luckily he was a cool guy and immediately played along.

“(Y/N?) Is that you?“ He asked, doing a terrible grandpa voice.

I laughed and pulled him into a hug. “It's good to see you, Jake. Congrats.“ I smiled at him.

“Thank you. And thank you for flying all the way in from Los Angeles. I know it means the world to Emily.“

I nodded and grabbed the bottle of champagne before going back outside. Jake followed me and I stopped in my tracks to look at him.

“Uh, since when does the groom join the bridal shower?“ I asked, raising my brows at him.

“Since the groom's poker tournament ended two hours ago.“ Jake said before making his way outside. I shook my head laughing before following him.

On my way out I ran into Dylan, my childhood crush and best friend for years. I barely recognized him. He lost so much weight since the last time we saw each other and looked even better than I remembered him.

“Dylan, oh my gosh, I didn't even recognize you.“ He smiled and pulled me into a hug.

“Hey, (Y/N). I missed you.“ Dylan said once we pulled apart from each other.

I looked him up and down, a proud smile on my face. “You look great. How much weight did you lose? I mean you look... wow.“

I blushed a little and Dylan laughed. “It's okay, (Y/N). You can ask.“

“How much weight did you lose?“ I asked again.

“58 pounds.“

My eyes widened. “Wow, that's incredible. When did this all happen? I mean the last time I saw you was barely a year ago.“

Dylan nodded, “Yeah, I know. It happened after grad school. I took spring break off, got a personal trainer and been focusing on my body ever since.“ He explained while we walked back inside to sit down at a table.

“and what are you doing now?“ I asked, looking at him.

“I'm a project manager at a tech firm near the beach.“ He replied.

“Wow, that's amazing. Congrats. I didn't know you moved back here.“

“I didn't. I'm close though. I visit on and off. I got back here for Jake's poker tournament which didn't go too well for him.“ Dylan laughed and I joined him.

“Yeah, he's awful at poker. My grandma plays better than him.“ I joked and Dylan laughed again.

“I destroyed him. But anyway, what about you? How's L.A. treating you?“ He asked, looking at me.

“It's good. You know... dreams don't disappear.“

Dylan nodded, “Yeah, they don't. You know what does though? People.“

“Ouch, was that directed to me?“ I asked but he shook his head. “No, of course not. I just... missed you a lot.“

“I missed you too, Dylan. But you were the one that ran off to Atlanta for college, remember?“

He sighed, “Yeah, but that's still a closer drive back home than from Los Angeles.“

Before we could continue with our conversation, Ashley walked in and joined us at the table. She kissed Dylan on the cheek and sat next to him.

“Now I know what was taking so long for you to get that champagne.“

Ashley said, looking at me. “Did you two have some time to catch up?“ She asked and Dylan nodded.

“So... how long have you two been together?“ I asked looking at them.

“Two months.“ Both of them said and I nodded.

“Well... I'm happy for you guys.“

Ashley smiled, “Thanks. So babe, are you ready to go home?“

Dylan looked at her confused, “I thought we'd stay a little longer. I haven't seen (Y/N) in a while. It'd be nice to you know... talk a little more.“

“Okay, sure. Let's go back outside then.“ She said, getting up from her seat.

I could tell how jealous she was and that she didn't like how close I and Dylan still were. I didn't really blame her though. Dylan and I had a lot of history together. At some point in our lives, we both had feelings for each other. Things got really complicated between us though, which ultimately lead to the end of our friendship. Thankfully a lot of time has passed since then and we're now back at being friends.

“Yeah, let's go.“ Dylan said before getting up from his seat. I followed him and the three of us went back outside.

It had gotten dark outside when we joined the others and most people had already left the bridal shower. Ashley, Jane, Jackson, Dylan, Emily and I were the only ones left and we all gathered around at a table.

“(Y/N), you have to tell us. Have you been dating any celebrities?“ Jane asked, clearly a little tipsy from all the champagne and wine she'd been drinking all day.

“Not really. There were a couple of guys I really liked but they all ended up being total psychos so nope, no dating. Especially no one famous.“

“What about that director guy Zeke?“ Ashley asked but Jane shook her head,“No, we hate that guy. He dumped her on her birthday.“

“He didn't really know that it was my birthday, but whatever. That was a lifetime ago. Besides, I just wanna focus on my career right now. So it's fine.“ “Well, that's a good thing.“ Dylan commented.

“Yeah, but that's all by choice, right? Of course, all the guys adore her out there.“ Emily said, smiling at me. “and I totally respect that you wanna focus on your career. That takes a lot of dedication.“

“It sounds like it's paying off though. I mean with this big movie role and all.“ Ashley added, looking at me.

“Wait, you booked a movie? That's awesome! Congrats, (Y/N).“ Dylan said, sounding all proud.

“When does it come out?“ Dylan asked curiously.

“I don't know. My scene might get cut anyways.“

“Wait, why would your scene get cut? I mean don't they need you in the film? I thought you were like a lead character.“

“I wouldn't say that, exactly.“ I responded, looking back at Ashley who was the one asking me all these questions.

“You guys it's complicated. You know she has to sign like a non-disclosure deal and all that stuff. She isn't really allowed to talk about it.“ Emily chimed in, saving me once again.

“Yeah, she's right.“ I said, mouthing a 'thank you' at her.

Jane's phone beeped and she immediately started squeaking. “Oh my gosh... no way. That's you, (Y/N)!“ She said, showing me a picture on her phone.

It was the same picture Melody showed me the other day of Noah Centineo and some girl leaving a VIP lounge in Hollywood.

She showed the picture around the table. “She's the mystery girl! The one that's been kissing Noah Centineo.“ Jane said and Ashley looked at me.

“You said you worked with Noah?“

“Yeah, I did.“

“So you guys are more than co-workers then?“

“Yeah... are you?“

Everyone had so many questions about me and Noah which made me a little uncomfortable. I felt like I was being interrogated by the police or something.

“I wouldn't really say that.“ I replied, looking back at them.

“Then... do you even know him?“ Ashley questioned, raising her brows at me.

“Yeah, I do. He just showed up at my work yesterday.“

“Then it is true! You're dating Noah Centineo!“ Jane laughed, nudging my shoulder.

I didn't really know what to do. Everyone was staring at me and I felt really pressured which is why I said, “Yeah. It's true. It's all true.“

“I just want to know if he's coming to the wedding because I want him to sign my bridesmaid's dress.“

“Oh, really?“ Emily asked, giving her a weird look.

“I don't know what the big deal is. It's not like I'm gonna wear it again.“

I shook my head, “No, he's not gonna come to the wedding.“

“Oh, he isn't? Why not?“ Ashley asked curiously.

“Because no one knows yet. It's a publicity thing, you know. So you guys can't say anything.“

“About what?“ A familiar voice asked, causing me to turn around. My parents were standing behind me and I immediately got up from my seat to greet them.

“Mrs. (Y/L/N), you didn't tell us your little girl was dating Noah Centineo.“ Ashley said, looking at my mom.

“Well... I... I didn't know.“ My mother said, looking at me surprised.

“Uh, hi mom. Dad.“

“Who's Noah Centineo?“ My dad asked, confused.

“Oh don't worry, honey. He's a cutie.“ Mom said, patting his shoulder.

“What are you guys doing here?“ I asked, looking back at them.

“We were just driving by and we didn't really know if you had a ride home or not.“ My mom answered.

“You're staying with us, right?“

“Yeah, but my stuff is in the car. I can meet you guys at home, though?“

“No, we can hang. Can't we?“ “No, you know what? I'm exhausted. Let's go.“

“Sure, honey,“ Dad replied before he and mom turned around to go back to their car.

I waved at my friends before walking towards the house. Once I got inside I saw that Emily was already waiting for me.

“So, is it true? About Noah?“ She asked, looking at me with questioning eyes.

“Of course it is, why would I lie?“

“Maybe because you don't want any of them to know you got fired from your job? Look, (Y/N), it's okay if you're struggling. I promise you all of them will understand.“

“It's just like I said. I can't say anything.“ I felt awful about lying to my best friend, but I was already too caught up in all the lies.

Besides, she would never find out the truth anyway. After I leave Conway and get back to L.A. this whole story won't be relevant anymore. No one's going to talk about it and I won't have to worry about explaining myself to my family or my friends.

“Okay, fine. I just don't understand why you wouldn't have told me.“

“Yeah and you could have told me about Dylan and Ashley too, you know.“ I said, looking at her reproachfully.

Emily sighed, “I just didn't know how to tell you. They started dating when he got back and I didn't even think it would last in the first place.“

“It's fine. It's just kind of weird, you know? Ashley used to make so much fun of him back in school.“

“Yeah, but he's a lot different than he was in school.“

“I guess. I mean he looks great.“

“Yeah. But so does Mr. Noah Centineo.“ Emily said, wiggling her brows at me.

“I'm so sorry about how all of that came up. Today really should have been about you and not me.“

“It's okay. I'm just glad that you came.“

“Yeah, me too.“

“Hey, but no more secrets, okay?“ Emily looked at me.

I nodded, “okay. No more secrets.“

I felt horrible. I know I had to tell her the truth, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I kind of liked that everyone thought I was Noah Centineo's mysterious girlfriend, even though it wasn't true. It just felt really good to have this kind of attention from everyone which makes me feel even worse about lying to all of them.

“Anyway, I have to go now. Bye. See you soon.“ I said, waving at Emily before grabbing my bag and leaving her house.

****

I woke up the next morning with some surprising news. Apparently, the whole internet world was talking about me and Noah Centineo, which I knew was Ashley and Jane's fault.

Everyone assumed that I was Noah's secret girlfriend and even pictures with my face were going around the internet. Some newspapers and magazines even talked about it. So of course when I landed back in Los Angeles people were going crazy. Paparazzi were following me everywhere and even a few girls approached me and asked for a picture.

It was insane. Of course, I wanted to be famous and always dreamed about being in magazines and newspapers, but not like this. I didn't want to be famous because of a celebrity I supposedly dated. Especially if that celebrity was Noah Centineo. It was my own fault that all of this was happening though. I never should have lied about being with him in the first place. I mean I didn't really lie, it was more like a misunderstanding that lead to a lie, but still. It was what got me into this mess. A mess I didn't really know how to get out of. A few days had passed since I got back and people were still talking about me and Noah. I was working my morning shift at the café. Almost everything seemed normal, except for the fact that a lot of paparazzi were gathered outside, taking pictures of me.

“All the paparazzi sure love you a lot.“ Melody said, looking out the window.

“Yeah, try to go to an audition at 8 am with three cars chasing after you.“

“Ohh, poor you.“ She said, rolling her eyes. “You said you two weren't dating though?“

“No, we're not. This whole thing was just a big misunderstanding. Noah Centineo wants nothing to do with me.“

“Then why is he here?“ Melody asked, pointing towards the door. I followed her gaze and saw Noah, who had just entered the café.

“Oh no.“ I said, walking over to him.

His arms were crossed in front of his chest while he was staring back at me.

“Noah, I'm so sorry about everything. I swear I didn't tell anyone we had a thing it was just a huge misunderstanding.“ I explained, looking at him.

“But you did tell people it was you in the picture?

“No...“

He raised his brows at me.

“Well yes, I mean not really. Look, they all said it was me and I just didn't tell them no. I went home for a bridal shower last weekend.“

“Ugh, bridal shower. You're the bridesmaid?“

I nodded.

“Yeah... those can be pretty rough,“ Noah said, hiding his hands in his pockets.

“Yeah, tell me about it.“ I replied, thinking back at how crazy the bridal shower had been before adding, “look, I just didn't want to tell them I got fired, okay?“

“So you told people we were together instead?“ He asked, giving me a weird look.

I sighed, “You don't know these girls. They create fantasies in their heads.“

“Well, it clearly looks like they're not the only ones.“ He glanced at me.

“Hey, if you want me to go out there and tell everyone it was a lie, I'll do it.“ I said, pointing outside to the paparazzi.

Noah put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me over to one of the tables.

“Actually... there's something I need your help with.“

“My help with what?“ I asked once we sat down at the table.

“I was kind of hoping we could break up. In public.“

I looked at him confused, “Break up? Why?“

“No one can know who was really with me in the photo that night so I kinda need people to keep thinking it was you.“

“Who is it?“ I asked curiously.

“It's complicated. If people find out I was dating this woman it could ruin both of our careers.“ He explained.

“Well, you didn't really seem to care about helping me save mine.“

“You didn't ask.“

I rolled my eyes at that.

“But I am. I'm asking for your help here. Besides, this looks like it might be pretty good press for you.“ Noah looked over his shoulder and pointed over to the window where all of the paparazzi were taking pictures of us.

“It's not the kind of press I'm looking for. If I actually get famous I want it to be because I played the perfect part and not because I was the chick dumped by Noah Centineo in public.“

“Well... what do you want then? Money?“

“No. I'm not gonna lie for money.“

“It's not lying, it's acting. Besides, you didn't have a problem lying to your friends back home.“

I sighed. He had a good point.

“Alright, just tell me. What do you want?“

“We have to break up in a way where neither of us gets humiliated.“

Noah nodded, “Yeah, I completely agree. But we need to do it fast. Like this weekend fast.“

“I'm not around this weekend.“

“This can't wait. In my experience, these things get out of hand pretty quick.“

“You know, this is perfect actually. You wanna do it this weekend? Then you come with me to a wedding.“

Noah shook his head, “No. Definitely not. No way. No.“

“This is the least you can do, Centineo,“ I said, looking at him.

Noah sighed, “Okay, fine.“

I grabbed a napkin and wrote down the details for the flight he had to book.

“So here's the flight you have to book. And you also have to promise not to embarrass me, okay?“ I said, before handing him the napkin.

“Pretty sure you'll be able to do that on your own, (Y/N).“ Noah said as we both got up from our seats.

I reached out my hand and Noah took it, giving it a gentle shake. When he reached over to shake my hand, the napkin I gave him earlier, fell down to the floor. I reached down to get it but Noah held me back. “I got it.“ He knelt and grabbed it.

As he was kneeling, people immediately started clapping while all of their eyes were focused on us. Oh no, this can't be happening, I thought to myself as I looked at everyone's reaction.

Noah immediately got back up and looked at me. “Okay. No more dropping things.“

“Woah... that got crazy fast.“ I said, feeling a little overwhelmed about this whole situation.

People were still clapping, some of them even cheering loudly.

“Okay, so this weekend?“ He asked and I nodded. He then wrapped his arm around me and smiled, “We're getting married!“

I immediately jumped into character and smiled as well. “Yes. This is the happiest day of my life.“

“Nice.“ Noah whispered before kissing me on the cheek. We posed for the cameras and acted like the happy newly engaged couple for a while until Noah had to leave.

I didn't really know what was going to happen this weekend. The plan was that Noah Centineo, who was now my fake fiancé, and I had to somehow convince my friends and family that we were actually together, before publically breaking up with each other. I knew how crazy this whole plan was, but at least it was going to be a weekend nobody would ever forget.

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NOAH CENTINEO ONE SHOT // NSFW

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Soft, brown curls between fingertips. Noah is pressing lazy kisses along the line of your stomach, warm lips against the cold of the morning. The sunlight is coming in slits through the curtains, illuminating the bed in a lazy golden colour that turns everything serene and slow.

You’d woken to the feel of a body moving against yours, the solid thigh between your legs trying to discreetly slip away, the hand aligned to your spine withdrawing. Blinking open bleary eyes you found Noah, cringing as he watched you wake.

“Sorry,” he’d murmured, as the arm under your head began to wriggle, “My arm’s gone to sleep.”

“S’okay,” you’d slurred, eyes already closing again as you lost Noah’s body and the warmth that came with it. Drifting in and out of sleep for the next few minutes, listening to him settle, scrolling through his phone, before he’d disturbed you from your doze, the heavy weight of him across your body as he kissed the dip between your collarbones, big hands rucking up your tank top to kiss the base of your sternum, down to where you now find him, fingers tangled in his hair, the drag of soft lips against your navel.

“What you doing,” you wonder, still half asleep, body adrift in the nest of pillows and blankets and the warm weight of him moving down your body.

“Nothing,” Noah teases against the bone of your hip, the vibration rumble of his voice on your skin. You laugh, thumb brushing the tip of his ear, the line of his jaw. He’s close to the hem of your underwear now, and you can feel the press of his smile against your belly.

“This doesn’t feel like nothing,” you say, as his hands curl into your underwear, stretching the material as he brings it down your thighs.

“Really?” Noah looks up, smirking, eyebrow crooked. His eyes are still heavy with sleep, his face gentle, hair rumpled from your hands. Something warm and soft breaks in your heat to seep through your chest, just at the sight of him. He’s disappearing under the covers now, gets up on his hands and knees so he can throw them off, and they slide to the floor with a muffled thump. He’s wearing grey sweatpants, low on his hips, kneels back as he rids you of your underwear, lifts one foot, then the other, so they can join the covers. Your tank top is still pushed up your abdomen from his wandering hands, and you’re propped up on one elbow, bottom lip between teeth as you watch, curious to see what he’ll do next, how he’s going to play this. Big hands slide up your legs, rough palms. Half of him is in the sun, so it pulls out the blonde in his hair, lays gentle across his skin, turns him bronze. He’s smiling, like he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

“Noah,” you say, just to speak his name, just to feel the familiar syllables on your tongue. And Noah beams, leans down low over you to kiss you properly, for the first time of the morning. It’s lazy and languid and he’s warm from the sunshine, from sleep. The hard press of his chest against yours. The hushed sounds he makes against your mouth. Your fingers scratch bluntly across his back, feeling the muscle there pull and release. His big hands hold your ribcage, the spread of fingers across hidden bone.

It’s as if it almost hurts him to leave your mouth, a last gentle nip on your bottom lip before he returns to his place between your legs, all glittering eyes as he bends your knees, your feet flat on the mattress, his palms on the soft skin of your thighs to pull you apart. The look on his face, peaceful, anticipation, like he’s right where he’s supposed to be. The warmth of his breath, a last smile, and then the press of his tongue. Your brain, still waking, still adjusting, short circuits for a second. Noah’s so good at this. So good it makes your head spin. He makes soft, wanting sounds against you, hands holding your hips to the bed. Your fingers entwine into his hair, too tight but too gone to recognise it. You can still taste him, smell him, feel the weight of him over you as you woke. Noah’s tongue and gentle teeth, the rub of his thumb across the knot of nerves. It doesn’t take long.

“Noah,” you groan, thick with want. It pulls in your belly, flooding heat. He lifts his head, and you think you’re going to die if he stops, but it’s only to grin, mouth slick, before he returns, almost with a new enthusiasm. You come, all bitten whines, thighs tight around his ears, fingers pulling at his hair. For a few unsteady heartbeats, there’s nothing but glowing white and the feel of Noah’s hands on your hips.

He’s silly, now he’s got you all pliant and loving and languid, kissing each kneecap, the bone of each shin, and then back up your torso, pushing his head under your tank top to kiss your breasts before helping your limp body peel out of it. He holds your face in his hands, kisses the tip of your nose.

“Thank you,” you murmur, because what else is there to say? He laughs, warm and lovely. A slow kiss that lingers.

“You’re welcome.”

You can feel him against your belly, hot and wanting, still in his sweatpants, and you shift to wrap your legs around his waist, moving your bodies so hips meet.

“You’re killing me,” he says into the crook of your neck, unconscious little rocks of his body against you. Your fingers in the waistband of his sweats, he’s not wearing underwear (of course he’s not), and you find hot skin, feel curly hair around your knuckles. Noah groans, still hidden in your shoulder. It’s delirious, almost, to have him like this, being able to make him feel good. You find silky heat, and he twitches into your hand, teeth scraping over your collarbone. You press your face into his hair, breathing in the smell of him, one of his hands heavy on your breast as he mumbles into your neck, your fingers around him, shifting, sliding. He makes a soft, cut off sound, and then his hand is around your wrist, halting your movements.

“Fucking hell,” he’s breathless, panting, cheeks flushed, “I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.”

He presses a messy kiss to your throat as you laugh, overjoyed, in bliss. The sunshine is warm across you, almost a blessing, and you have Noah all wanting and needy in your lap.

“That’s okay,” you say, because, really it is, the day is still early, there’s plenty of time to fall into bed later, but Noah rises up on one arm, shaking his head. His pupils are blown.

“Wanna be inside you,” he says, all rough rasp. You feel his words right deep at the base of your spine. You can’t do anything but nod, clumsy hands helping him out of his sweatpants until it’s skin on skin, nothing but the quick breathing, the thundering heartbeats. You watch the stretch and pull of Noah’s body as he fumbles in the bedside table draw for a condom, sitting back on his heels to roll it onto himself, your shaking fingers across his. He aligns himself, leans low, an endearing kiss to the side of your face before he slides home. Noah sighs, eyes fluttering closed. It’s always hard to pick a favourite part, when you’re close to Noah like this, but this bit is always so good, when you finally find each other, become part of one whole. You curse, quietly, and it feels almost wrong, to blasphemy in a moment this precious. You settle together, and you can almost feel his heartbeat against yours.

“Yeah?” Noah asks, and you nod, push the hair out of his face for him. He doesn’t need to ask, you’ve been ready since that first kiss, but you loves that he does. Noah withdraws, returns, finds his rhythm. You think you’re going to die, every time, it’s that good. And the way Noah moans and shivers makes you think he feels the same way. Rumpled sheets, tasting the sunshine on his skin. You’re wrapped up in him, your legs around his waist, one hand in his hair, the other draped across his spine. You love the way Noah’s voice goes rough, goes wanting. The way he says your name.

“Please,” you breathe, neck arched back. Noah’s pattern becomes unsteady, his hand where your bodies meet. His mouth finds yours, messy and lovely. You part your lips to say his name, but you’re already gone, the shivering grasp of orgasm. Noah’s not long to follow, your face in one of his hands, his pink mouth, his dark eyes. A low groan and a shudder right through him, warmth within you. He pants against your cheek, a mumble of your name. Your fingers stroke down the line of his spine, bumping over each vertebrae as he remembers how to breathe. He slumps against you, boneless. Maybe this is the best part, when he’s this relaxed, trusting you to have him at his most vulnerable.

You hear the birds outside for the first time, although of course they’ve been there all along. You turn your face to see the trees move in the breeze through the window. Noah relieves you of his weight, nuzzling into your side. You know he’ll be asleep in minutes. Your fingers stroke through the mess of his hair. He leaves you with a kiss on your shoulder before he drifts away, one long leg slung over yours. You’ll have to get up soon, at least to pull the covers over your bodies from the floor, but for now you can lie still, and listen to Noah breathe.

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writingsbychelle · 6 years

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Unbreakable

Summary: Peter’s ex-girlfriend is being a total ass to you. After trying, and failing, to not let your boyfriend know he decides to show everyone just how much he loves you.

Pairing: Peter Kavinsky x Reader

Request: by anon

Warnings: Gen being a dick and bullying

Word Count: 1,086

“Move aside, loser,” Genevieve shoved you to the side, causing your back to collide with the lockers behind you as she strutted past you, leaving you to glare at the back of her head, imagining about 10548 ways to murder her.

Ever since you started going out with her ex-boyfriend Peter she had been a complete bitch towards you, insulting you, talking bullshit about you behind your back and doing things like pushing you aside, tripping you or sticking gum to your backpack. You wanted to tell Peter, you really did, especially since Gen only acted that way when he wasn’t around, wanting to get back with him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to it, feeling pathetic at the thought of telling the lacrosse player. The thing was, you weren’t even in a relationship, at least not to your knowledge, you had just gone on a couple of dates, kissed maybe once or twice but that had been it. And nearly everyone knew that, but apparently Gen hadn’t gotten the memo.

“We need to do something about her,” Chris growled next to you, her eyes not leaving the backside of her cousin.

“Chris is right, (Y/N). She’s bullying you and we can’t let that go on.”

“I know, LJ, but I don’t want anyone to worry about me, I’m fine.”

Lie.

You were not fine.

Not at all.

There had been countless times you considered breaking things off with Peter so the brunette cheerleader would finally leave you alone but then you reminded yourself about how much you liked Peter so you kept your mouth shut even though it was destroying you, causing you to cry in one of the bathroom stalls in between classes or skip school when everything got too much for you to handle. You were suffering under Gen’s bullying, to say the least, but you were still hoping that she would eventually go back to ignoring you. However, that was definitely easier said than done, and you didn’t even know what cruel things she had planned for you next.

Just two days later you were sitting in a stall in the girls' bathroom, tears streaming down your face while you were furiously trying to get rid of the gum someone put in your hair. Well…not exactly ‘someone’, you knew who did that to you but you couldn’t figure out how she managed to get it so deeply stuck inside your hair. The door to the bathroom suddenly opened, ripping you away from your thoughts and causing you to hold your breath, not wanting to give away what you were currently going through.

“(Y/N)?” Peter asked, knocking on the door of your stall.

“Lara Jean and Chris told me what happened and everything Gen has done to you…I figured I’d find you here,” he trailed off before you could hear him take in a deep breath.

“Can you open the door for me? Please?”

Wordlessly you reached for the lock, twisting it and pushing it open for the tall boy to step inside your stall. Seeing you crouched on the closed toilet seat, hands busy trying to untangle your hair and tears covering your cheeks broke Peter’s heart.

He really liked you and he couldn’t bear seeing you this sad.

“Let me help,” he squatted down before you, his hands taking your hair tie out of your shaking hands before his fingers softly and carefully pulled on your strands.

By some wonder, he managed to get some bigger chunks out after some time, piece by piece freeing your hair of the sticky substance until there were only a few tiny bits left.

“Rub some oil or peanut butter on it and you should be able to get everything out after letting it sit for a few minutes.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled, looking down at your hair tie in Peter’s hands.

“Don’t thank me for this, that’s what boyfriends do for their girlfriends who should’ve told him about all the shit Gen has been pulling on her,” he scolded you slightly, his big, warm hands resting on your knees, giving them a quick squeeze which caused you to look into his brown eyes.

“I’m sor-wait…I’m your girlfriend?”

“Of course you are. Unless you don’t want to, that's totally fine, I'm not gonna force you, (Y/N).”

“No, I…I just, I didn’t know you wanted me to be your girlfriend.”

Your eyes drifted back to the ground, embarrassment rising to your face, making it feel burning hot.

“Aww, of course I want you to be my girlfriend. I mean, look at you, you are kind, you put your family and friends above anything else and you’re absolutely gorgeous. You’re perfect to me, (Y/N), and no one will ever be able to make me feel anything else. Screw Gen or anyone else that tries to break us apart. Truth is, I…I’m in love with you.”

Tears were gleaming in your eyes at his words, and you couldn't help but let one escaped your eye and rolled down your cheek, only for Peter to wipe it away as he cupped your face with his hands.

“I’m in love with you, too, Peter,” you chocked out, a smile tugging at your lips as you leaned forward, your lips crashing into his.

Only a few seconds later you parted again, foreheads leaning against each other. Suddenly Peter leaned back, a mischievous look on his face.

“Gimme your phone.”

Peter stretched his hand out towards you

“No, why?”

Instinctively you held your phone to your chest, not knowing whether you should trust your boyfriend or not.

“Just, give it to me. Trust me.”

Reluctantly you handed him your phone, his fingers swiping and typing before he gave it back to you, showing you your Instagram feed, a picture of the two of you that you had saved in your favourites folder posted on your account with the caption saying ‘Unbreakable’. Looking up from the device in your hands you saw that Peter did the same on his account, posting a cute picture of you two with the same caption.

“Told you I’m serious with this,” he smirked at you before pulling you onto your feet, turning you around so your back was facing to him just for you to feel his fingers delicately pulling some of your hair together and tying it off with the hair tie he took out of your hands earlier.

“Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

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cruel-summerxy · 6 years

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Jump Then Fall // Peter Kavinsky x reader

I like the way you sound in the morning

“Y/N, am I gonna need to pick you up today?” Peter asked groggily.

It was seven in the morning. Too early to be up, you thought. Peter yawned and you rolled your eyes but smiled. You were his next door neighbor and his brother’s babysitter. You guys were pretty close.

We’re on the phone and without a warning,

I realize your laugh is the best sound I have ever heard

“I woke you didn't I?” Peter laughed. That stupid laugh made your heart flutter. You shouldn't like your neighbor. You shouldn’t like the brother of the kid you babysit. You shouldn't like your friend’s boyfriend. Well technically, you and Lara Jean weren’t friends, more like acquaintances. You had a couple classes together and she was very nice, it made you feel bad that you liked her boyfriend. To be fair, you and Peter knew each other since you moved there in the third grade.

I like the way I can't keep my focus

“Y/N? Are you there? You didn’t hit your head against your bookshelf again, did you?”

“No. I didn’t Peter. I’m fine,” you grumbled.

“Hey, I’m just worried. Anyways, do want a ride or not,” he said the fist part seriously.

“Yeah, just give me 20 minutes.”

“Okay, I’ll have a muffin ready for you. No coffee right?”

“Yes, no coffee,” you smiled. He knew so many things about you. Like the scar that you have on your middle left toe. Or how you don’t like rabbits ever since the rabbit’s farm fair from fourth grade bit you. It was the small things he knew that you appreciated.

. .. … …. …..

I watched you talk, you didn't notice

“Anyways, long story short, my mom won’t let me go to your favorite bakery anymore. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

He had accidentally knocked a bunch of baked goods and his mom was so embarrassed.

You stared at Peter in awe. Well, either way you always stared at him when he talked. The way he chose his words and the way he talked made you melt.

I hear the words but all I can think is we should be together

“It’s fine. I am going to miss those caramel cookies though,” you teased.

“Hey, me and Lara Jean can bake some for you! I’m pretty sure she has the recipe, her and Miss Smith are always trading recipes!” he said excitedly.

Every time you smile, I smile

There he was again, bringing Lara Jean into the conversation once again. There you were feeling guilty for liking him once again. He looked at you and smiled brightly and you couldn’t help but to smile back.

And every time you shine , I shine for you

You finally arrived to school and you both got off the car. He helped you with your books and you smiled.

“Y/N, why do you always have so many goddamn books?” Peter groaned.

“Aye, no one asked you to carry them,” you laughed.

“Wow, I’m helping you and this is what I get in return.”

“I’m kidding darling. I appreciate you babe,” you joke. Peter just pushed you and laughed.

You got to your locker put your books away. He made his way to Lara Jeans’ locker, which made your heart sink a little.

I’m feeling you baby, don’t be afraid to jump then fall

“Hey there pecan,” Chris greeted you.

“Can you not call me that?”

“Whatever pecan,” she rolled her eyes, “who even is allergic to pecans?” Once again you rolled your eyes. Lara Jean wanted to be friends with you and baked you some muffins. She forgot to tell you they had pecans and you had to go to the hospital. She felt pretty bad about it but it was nowhere near how bad you felt when you thought about Peter.

Jump then fall into me

Peter, Lara Jean, and Josh made their way toward you. It was a weird dynamic between them but it worked. You weren’t in their group but you did talk to them since you were friends with Peter.

“Hey pecan,” Josh smiled.

“Oh my god. Stop calling me that!” you shrieked.

“I’m sorry Y/N,” Lara Jean said quickly.

“It’s fine Lara Jean it’s no ones fault. How were you supposed to know? Oh wait, Peter knew I was allergic to pecans and didn’t tell you, so it was Peter’s fault.”

“Hey, I forgot sorry. We never really eat pecans either way,” he said nonchalantly.

“Dude, she could’ve died,” Josh said with wide eyes.

“But she didn’t! You know why? Because I need her and God knows that!” Peter joked.

Baby, I'm never gonna leave you,

say that you wanna be with me too

They all laughed and began walking to the bench. You guys hung out in the mornings. Waited together until the bell rang, and throughout the day you didn't really speak to them. You had your own group of friends while they had other people in theirs.

“Hey Y/N, if we weren't neighbors would have stuck around me,” Peter asked you quietly as the others spoke among themselves.

“Honestly, probably not. We’re kinda different Peter.” you said truthfully.

“Well thank god we’re neighbors then. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Stay through it with me?” he asked seriously.

“Ofcourse,” you smiled.

Cuz I'ma stay through it all so jump then fall

/ // /// //// ////

Well I like the way your hair falls in your face

“Ohh my god! My hair keeps on going on my eyes. I need to get a haircut ASAP,” he said annoyed. It was now 6:30 and you were watching a tv show.

“Peter Kavinsky, you better not. You’ll look hideous and then Lara Jean will break up with you. I can’t have you crying on me again. The first time I saw you cry was too hard to see.”

“Why are you so mean Y/N? Who broke your heart?”

“I never had one to begin with,” you replied.

You got the keys to me

“Hmm, makes sense.” You hit the back of his head. He grunted and rolled his eyes.

“You really know how to get to a girl’s heart huh Kavinsky.”

He nodded at continued to watch tv. You weren’t really paying attention. Everytime something funny happened you stared at him. His eyes crinkled and his laugh was heard throughout the entire house.

I love each freckle on your face

You two were so close that you could see every blemish on his face. You felt extremely close, probably a little too close to him right now. You shook your head an turned to the tv.

“Finally. The creepy girl stops staring,” Peter breathed out. Your mouth was wide open and you couldn't say anything. He had caught you staring at him. It wasn’t the first time, but he never any commented about it.

He laughed at your reaction and ate some popcorn. Meanwhile you stared at him in disbelief. He ignored you and laughed at the tv.

“Peter, get out. Leave my house.”

“Wait, WHY? What did I do?” He said amused.

I've never been so wrapped up

“Stop making fun of me. Leave my house Peter,” you said dully. He paused the tv and got up.

“Okay, say I leave Y/N. What will you do without me here? You're sisters aren't even here and your friends are away. You sure you want me to leave Y/N?”

“No don't leave,” you said softly.

He gave you a look and sat closer to you. He unpaused the show and ate some more popcorn.

Honey, I like how you're everything I've ever wanted

“Weren't you supposed to hang out with Lara Jean tonight?”

“Nah, Margot came home and she wanted to be with her. Either way, tonight is movie night and she knows that. Plus, I couldn't leave my fifth favorite girl hangin.”

“Excuse me? Fifth favorite girl!! I would think second or third, but no! I'm you're fifth!”

“Hey, Lara Jean is my number one!”

“Duh. She's your girlfriend. But then wouldn't I be like third and your mom second? Who's your third and fourth?”

“I'm kidding Y/N. You're my third favorite girl.” He smiled at you.

I had time to think it all over and all I can say is come closer

You were okay with being top three if you were honest. As long as you part of Peter's life you were okay. Like at school, you only talked in the mornings because you no classes together. And in the night your either went to each other's home or called to say goodnight.

Take a deep breath and jump then fall into me

“Well, I'm truly having a good time hanging out with you. But my mother wants me over to help her with preparing tomorrow's dinner. My grandparents are coming over,” he explained.

“Okay, well don't leave your mom waiting darling.”

“Thanks for understanding Y/N,” he gave you a lazy smile.

Every time you smile, I smile And every time you shine, I'll shine for you

“I'm telling you Peter, I'm a really nice person.” you said this and expected his to sass you back. To make a joke about show you're the opposite.

“I know Y/N. That's why you're one of my best friends,” Peter said genuinely.

I'm feeling you baby Don't be afraid to jump then fall, jump then fall into me

“Peter stop, you're too sweet sometimes.”

“Hey, I need to tell people how I feel right? What if I didn’t say that right now and on my way back home I got ran over? You would've never known that you're one of my bestfriends Y/N.”

“Peter don't be silly. You live next door, you wouldn't get ran over!” you laughed obnoxiously.

Baby, I'm never gonna leave you, Say that you wanna be with me too

“I just poured my heart and soul and you're gonna reply with that. Wow Y/N,” Peter shook his head in disbelief.

“What? I'm just saying,” you replied.

“I'm trying- I'm trying to tell you that I love dumbass. That I hope we're friends forever and we grow old together.”

I'ma stay through it all so jump then fall

“Peter, I love you too. And, and not in a best friend way,” you confessed. He looked at you confused. “I'm pretty sure I'll regret saying this but who gives a shit. I love you, and I know that you love Lara Jean. I get that and I'm cool with that. I feel like I love you because we're so close. Maybe if we distance ourselves, I'll get over my crush on you.”

“Y/N, I'm not sure what to tell you. Are you sure that you love me like that?”

“Peter, you dumb bitch. I'm pretty sure,” you laughed. He stood in front of you in shock. He slowly slid down the wall and closed his eyes.

“What are you thinking about Peter?”

“The bottoms gonna drop out from under our feet,” he whispered.

“I'll catch you. When people say things that bring you to your knees, I'll catch you Peter.” you told him as you sat on the ground next to him.

“I'm sorry that I'm being overdramatic Y/N. I'm not trying to, but you understand right? Like will things change between us two?”

You laughed softly at him, “No Peter, things will not change. The only thing that changed is you knowing that you're such a great guy that I like you more than a friend. Those feelings will go away eventually Peter.”

“I don't want to loose you Y/N,” he whispered sadly.

“And you won't Peter. It'll be the same. It'll be a little awkward but the same.”

“Won't it, doesn't it hurt you seeing me with Lara Jean?”

“It did at the beginning. I'm okay, I'll be okay Peter. I'm worried about you. I just dropped all these hidden feelings on you.”

“Y/N, we'll be okay right?” He leaned his head in your shoulder.

“Yeah.”

“If you don't mind me asking, how does it feel knowing that the person you love loves someone else?”

“Its whatever. You know that you won't- you wouldn't be the person that they’d love. Most of the time you're happy as long as you're with them. But the time is gonna come when you're so mad you could cry.”

He looked at you. The way you explained to him how you felt, it broke his heart. “But I'll hold you through the night until you smile,” he assured you.

“I hope you do, you are my best friend. Plus, you told me that if a boy made me cry you'd beat them up Kavinsky.” You teased him.

oh I need you baby, don't be afraid please Jump then fall, jump then fall into me

“Promise you won't leave me Y/N. Promise me we'll me best friends forever.” Baby, I'm never gonna leave you

“Ha, as if I'll miss out on you fucking your life up Kavinsky. Never in a million years. I promise you that.” Say that you wanna be with me too I'ma stay through it all so jump then fall

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