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viscountoflondon · 6 months

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Que Sera Sera 1.0

A/N: Please do not copy my work, only reblog or like. Tell me what you think, remember I’m sensitive about my shit

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Warnings: Curse words, alcohol, implied sexual things

You sit by the kitchen watching the group engage in post thanksgiving dinner games, a tradition for your 2 families, Y/L/Ns and the Centineo’s. Ever since Noah and your younger brother became best friends in elementary school they were practically inseparable. So much so that the families had just decided why not throw one big thanksgiving dinner instead of doing the come to our house we’ll host next year thing.

“You okay honey?” Your mom asks

You smile “Yea!”

This would be the first year post your separation with your ex husband. It was strange territory he was your highschool sweetheart and now it sometimes felt like a part of you was missing

“You sure?”

“Yea mom! Just watching Lucas and Noah make asses out of themselves”

“HEY!” Lucas screams “I heard that!”

You smile “sorry just telling the truth!”

The night is filled with many events: games, movies, popcorn, second round of thanksgiving dinner, more games, and finally sleep.

Tomorrow was the Y/L/Ns turn to make breakfast one last big feast before the two families split apart and went their separate ways

You work in the kitchen quietly humming to RnB that played softly in the background

“Morning” you hear Noah’s groggy voice

“Kid?” he groans he hated that nickname “what are you doing up?”

In a very sleepy tone he asks “The question is what are you doing up? Its 5am and we all went to bed at like 2?”

You shrug “I am prepping for breakfast if you must know” you answer, you briefly glance at his shirtless body “so what are you doing up?” “Heard some banging had to check on the noise” “I did not bang!” you whisper harshly “I accidentally dropped the tray sorry for waking you up”

He nods understandingly “It’s cool, need help?” “Nope! Go back to bed baby boy”

He groans and throws up the peace sign, too tired to argue with you. You watch as his muscular figure disappears around the corner.

Unknown: I miss you

You roll your eyes, the real reason you were up at 5am making breakfast had nothing to do with you prepping but with your ex husband pestering you non-stop. So much that you were losing sleep. You didn’t want to tell anyone that he had started stalking you and you were positive he was standing across the street watching you in the kitchen. At least in the house full of people you felt safe.

Actually the reason you had dropped the pan was because you received the text

Unknown: You look so beautiful

It sent shivers down your spine freezing you in spot and ultimately causing you to drop the baking tray.

You couldn't’ sleep after that expecting him to pop up in your room and ultimately cause harm to you like he had threatened so much. Even the restraining orders weren’t deterring him, you knew how this story ended and you contemplated packing and moving across the country so many times but then you would have to explain why and you just didn’t know how. You were an adult like your father preached. You have to learn to manage your own problems so you are doing your best.

When morning comes and everyone is happily feeding themselves breakfast or left overs you’re brought back to reality when Noah plops down next to you

“Omg Noah! Almost spilled my coffee!” you complain wiping the droplets of coffee that were rolling down your cup

“Sleep well sleeping beauty?” he asks

You roll your eyes “fuck off kid”

“Awww, i guess that's a no” he fake pouts before taking a bite of the bacon

“Honestly kid, what are you doing here?’

“First of all stop calling me kid, and also you were looking like a sad puppy in the corner and your cousin asked me to come check on you” he motions to Lizzie

“I was not” you argue

“You were” he counters

You huff “I’m fine so you can go now”

“Orrrr”

“Or nothing” you were nursing

“Orrr I can stay here and bug you he grinned showing all his teeth

“Okay whatever” you reach over his plate and grab a piece of bacon

He pulls his plate away “Hey get your own!”

You shrug “I cooked i have dibs on everyone’s plate”

He rolls his eyes “fair enough”

“Y/N did you cut the fruit?” your dad calls to you from the kitchen “Oh yea its in the fridge hold on” you stand up and walk towards the kitchen leaving Noah where he sat

At the end of the weekend both families say their goodbye well Lucas and Noah were on a plane to NYC while the rest of you remained in California.

Noah being a semi famous actor now took Lucas with him everywhere, he gave Lucas the title of assistant manager. They would argue a lot because Lucas was in charge of his schedule and if he had to be in NYC in the morning and Miami by the afternoon thats just what he had to do. You’ve rolled your eyes at the many arguments you had to settle between them offering suggestions for Lucas to be less involved in Noah’s schedule and more involved in the background which of course they refused. Boys what can you say?

The next holiday is Christmas, something you really used to enjoy but not so much now that you were in this predicament with your ex.

“Y/N what is going on?” Lucas looks around your home “Are you not decorating for Christmas or what?” he asks as him and his friends occupy your living space

You shrug and look around “Oh I’ve just been busy Lucas didn’t have the energy”

“Wow so you’ve gotten lazy” he teases

You groan “Fuck off Lucas”

You turn to look and watch as Noah silently observes you, he always did that just watched you from afar. It wasn’t creepy just Noah being Noah.

“What’s up kid got a smart remark too?” you ask. He throws his hands up. For some odd reason he felt like the reason you provided was an excuse but he didn’t want to push it as he could see the bags under your eyes. He knew from Lucas that the divorce from your ex was taking a toll on you. Lucas had expressed concerns but never really dove into details just saying he wished you would snap out of it and forget all about your ex.

“I need help with Sarah’s (Lucas girlfriend) gift” the conversation moves on and just like that the mood switches and everything is back to being light and joyful

Another year, another year filled with you’re hoping this time more joy and spontaneity. You sigh and look down at your phone, it was new years eve 5PM if you were going to have fun you needed to leave now. Because LA traffic was not to be played around with, all that was pending was for it to get darker and that would be it! Grid lock for hours. It kind of sucked no one was available to hang out. Lucas was out of state with Sarah, your cousins were out with their husbands/boyfriends, you weren’t going to third wheel your parents, you didn’t want to go out but you had no choice as your friends had egged you on. Told you you had to get out of the house and live life, as they said, they knew what was happening they were worried about you but they had lives too.

You guys go downtown, you dress in your best attire, the best you could muster up anyway. You did a few club hopping until your final destination, the club where “Bitter Moon” an upcoming pop rock band in LA, were playing.

The space is so packed you can barely move around, you manage to get drinks and sing to the songs from their EP and some of the popular songs they covered with their own spin.

On your way back from the bathroom, you spot someone that looks like Noah ahead of you and think that it couldn’t possibly be him but decide to call his name anyway “NOAH you scream his name making him turn around

He smiles when he sees you making his way towards you leaving the circle of friends he was hanging out with. “HEEYYY, HAPPY NEW YEAR” He gives you a side hug

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE KID?” He rolls his eyes “RIGHT SORRY NOAH” you two had made a deal not too long ago that you would stop calling him ‘kid’

He chuckles leaning down to speak in your ear “I am here for Bitter Moon, my friend plays the drums”

“Oh cool! Not throwing a party?” you reference last years New Years events

He makes a face “HELL NO!” You giggle, the cops were called, it was a mess too many people had showed up, things were stolen etc etc.

“Where's your crew?” He asks

“Oh uh” you stand on your tip toes and shrug after your failure to locate them, “they are around somewhere” you point towards the neon sign “over there”

He nods drinking his beer

A popular song comes on you lose yourself in the moment singing a long

“AYYEEE look at you!” You stop and blush looking away “AYYEEE KEEP GOING!” he urges

You shake your head vigorously “No it's embarrassing”

“Why?” he mouths to you singing along as well. You shake your head feeling bashful and turn to face the band. He doesn’t push, instead he bops his head to the beat.

The song ends and the band takes a 10 minute break

“I should go back” you speak “girls are probably wondering where I am” you say as you pull out your phone “Oh actually they left, going to the next club ‘Inferno’” you chuckle as you read the group text “so i need to catch up with them”

“Orrrr” he begins to bargain “you can stay, with me” he smiles at you

“Oh well i didn't wanna ruin your chances of getting some tonight” He makes a face. You motion with your head and he follows the direction of the group he was with earlier “Those girls are giving me the death glares”

He scoffs “Fuck them i dont know them!”

“Still I should really” you step away from him slowly

He grabs your hand pulling you closer “STAY!” he nods excitedly trying to convince you “you should really stay and get some more drinks! And enjoy your new years!” he speaks with high energy

“Okay okay okay”

He pulls his arm towards him “Yesss! what are you drinking?”

“Uh I was drinking white claw”

“One white claw coming right up don’t move”

You nod and watch as he walks away you look around and boy if looks could kill they would. You knew Noah was getting more famous so of course the groupies were trying to shoot their shot and it's not like you were of any competition if they only knew you were a family friend.

He doesn’t stay gone for a long time he returns when the band starts the next set.

“They only had watermelon, yuzu and blood orange I got you the watermelon couldn’t get your favorite blackberry”

“Oh that's okay thanks ki...Noah”

He smirks as he turns to face the band, before you know it you are smooshed up against Noah. You guess its because they let more people in it was nearing midnight after all

“Oh shit. Sorry” you say as you spill white claw on him “Sorry sorry” you reach in your purse to grab napkins

“Its cool its cool, don’t worry about it”

“I’ll foot the dry cleaners bill” You offer y

“Will you relax It’s cool”

“Okay” you turn around slowly and get lost in the music again

He stands behind you and at some point snakes his arms around your stomach planting you against him so you wouldn’t get shoved around.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen boys and girls, in one minute we will be ringing in the new year and I want you to look to your left look to your right and back to your left find someone to plant a juicy fat kiss for your favorite band BITTTERRR MOOOON” the crowd goes wild you can't help but giggle.

The minute comes to an end “10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 HAPPY NEW YEAR!” Confetti drops from the ceiling along with streamers and glitter

You blow hard on the noise marker and turn to face Noah “HAPPY NEW YEAR!” You scream as Auld Lang Syne plays loudly in the background

“Come here” you read his lips right before they connect with yours (think about tabilb when Peter grabs Lara Jean and kisses her during Lacrosse practice)

“MMM!” It takes you by surprise, he isn't rough with it, in fact he kisses you gently, his arm anchoring you against his body, your hands move to his shoulders slightly pushing him away. It was brief roughly 5 seconds kiss or maybe longer or shorter, your eyes widen when he pulls away

“Wha.. Wha.. What was that?!” you ask

He shrugs “New years kiss” taking another sip of his beer

You shake your head “We shouldn’t have” god if Lucas found out he would kill you “Oh come on its new years!”

You go to take a step back but you can't. Noah dips down for another kiss this time his other hand holds your head in place so no leaning back for you.This time instead of one long kiss its a burst of short interval kisses. And for a brief moment you let yourself get lost in the sensation, so much so when he licks your bottom lip you don’t fight it instead you let him have access to your mouth. Damn his lips are soft, so soft. When he pulls away you find yourself raising up chasing his lips.

He smirks hiding his smile when you finally open your eyes

“Umm” you blush tucking the hair behind your ear. What a way to start new years that's for sure. The band continues to play music and you two say nothing else to each other instead this time he rocks your body to the music.After an hour he suggests that you two leave

“Oh what about your friends?” you ask

He chuckles “I’ve been with you for the past 3 hours I think they’ll be alright”

You nod as he grabs your hand pulling you out. You two get in an uber and he gives the driver his address. What was happening? Why did it feel like you were in a movie watching yourself? When you turn to look at Noah, he sat nonchalantly skimming his social media pages.

‘What do I do? Am I really gonna hook up with my younger brothers best friend?’ you think to yourself You begin to panic you had to find a way out of this. This wasn’t cool there's a code of ethics right? You couldn’t do this

When you arrive at his place you think to stop things right then and there say you should go home that it was all a mistake but its like your body is on autopilot and instead you follow him towards his door and inside his place. You’ve been here many times but now it felt foreign, too intimate in fact.

He sighs when he sees your expression, a sort of deer in headlights “look we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. But we are both drunk. My feet hurt and I’m sure yours do too” motioning to your high heels.

You look down and play with your necklace “Right”

He walks past you and towards the kitchen and looks in the fridge. I got left over pizza, ice cream, frozen corn dogs, fruit salad, some pre-made meals, water kombucha, beer, wine, chips, cookies, salad mix, cheese, and dressing.

You turn to face him slowly after you text your friends letting them know you were safe

“Oh umm wine please” you slowly walk up to him.

“Pizza okay?” he was too drunk to wait for the frozen corn dogs to cook in the oven

“Yea!” You say placing your bag on the counter

“Don’t need to look like you’ve seen a ghost” he chuckles placing the pizza in the toaster oven

“Sorry” you blush as he turns to face you “just a little” you swallow “taken aback”

“Come on Y/N you know I’ve had a crush on you ever since.....shit I can’t even remember”

“Yea but I thought...”

He interrupts you “Thought what?” he straightens up and walks towards you pushing you against the counter, the height difference all of a sudden intimidates you. You who said you could fight him no matter what. 1 on 1 you could take him down.

You can’t help but feel your face flush “That it was like a highschool thing like you grew out of it” you gesture with your hands

“Well” he clears his throat and cages you in with his arms “I haven’t” he steps back a little so he could lean on them making you two eye level. “In fact it’s gotten stronger”

Your eyes widen and a meak “oh” escapes your lips

“So right here right now I’m telling you I want you” he declares

You go to say something but there are no words that you can find this is all too much.

He straightens up and looks down at you “What do you say baby?” he leans in and kisses your lips this time there's no hesitation from you in fact your arms immediately wrap themselves around his neck. He lifts you up placing you on the cool counter it startles you making you pull away you can’t help but giggle

He chuckles softly “What is it?” he asks stepping in between your legs

“I” you giggle “I don’t even know what to say” because what do you say to something like this?!

He pushes the hair away from your face “then show me”

You smile and pull him down for another kiss this time it's deeper, filled with the same desire he had for you, a deep moan rumbles from him as he pulls you closer, your legs naturally wrapping themselves around him. You two tease each other biting lips pulling hair but neither of you cross that boundary only because the toaster oven dings putting a pause to your make out session.

Noah quickly removes the slices placing them on a plate

You cover your face in disbelief and chuckle

“What is it? Why do you keep laughing?” he asks amused taking a bite of his pizza

“Lucas is gonna kill us”

He shrugs, “Let me deal with him,” he says.

This was new territory for you, it had been a long time since you were in the company of a man you most certainly didn’t think the next one would be Noah. You both agree you both needed to be sober before you ventured into the next step. However that didn’t stop the heated make out sessions nor the waking up in bed half naked the next day.

#noah centineo fan fiction #noah centineo #peter kavinsky fan fiction #peter kavinsky fiction #covinsky #noah centenio #centineo #noah centineo imagine #noahcentineoedit #noah centineo icons #noah centineo x reader #fan fic writing #fan fiction #imagine

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styie · 9 months

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I'm almost finishing all covinsky fics damnn

#ill go on rwrb ig #the amount of times i read the same plot its worrying

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pichitinha · 3 years

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And now I'm stuck in the moment (and my heart is open)

Covinsky | Canon Divergence | What If | Fluff | 2,295 words

What If Peter had been more honest at the bleachers with Gen?

It takes a while for Gen to actually reply, but when she does her voice is laced with debauchery. “Are you seriously telling me that you like her?” “I don’t date people just for the sake of it.” Like you do, he leaves unsaid, but heavily implied.

#covinsky #lara jean covey #peter kavinsky #lara jean song covey #tatbilb #covinsky fic #what if series #tatb #my fanfic #my covinsky fic #my otp #otp: it's never gonna happen #again please lower your expectations thanks #but read it! adklsjdlkjd #also yes my titles get bigger and bigger each time lmao sorry

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kissmyassloves · 3 years

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Chapters: 8/? Fandom: To All the Boys I've Loved Before Series - Jenny Han, To All the Boys I've Loved Before (Movies) RPF, To All the Boys I've Loved Before (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Kavinsky/Lara Jean Song-Covey, Peter Kavinsky & Lara Jean Song-Covey, Covinsky, Peter Kavinsky & Katherine "Kitty" Song-Covey, Peter Kavinsky & Margot Song-Covey, Peter Kavinsky & Katherine “Kitty” Song-Covey & Lara Jean Song-Covey Characters: Peter Kavinsky, Peter Kavinsky's Mom, Peter Kavinsky's Dad, Lara Jean Song-Covey, Katherine "Kitty" Song-Covey, Dan Covey, Margot Song-Covey, Chris (To All the Boys I've Loved Before), Genevieve "Gen" (To All The Boys I've Loved Before), Trevor Pike, Greg Rivera, Josh Sanderson, John Ambrose McClaren Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Aged-Up Character(s), Romance, Eventual Romance, Alternate Universe - Neighbors, Neighbors, Love, Falling In Love, Idiots in Love, Sex, Vaginal Sex, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Shameless Smut, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Friendship/Love, Love Confessions, True Love, Dorks in Love, Feelings, covinsky - Freeform Summary:

Lara Jean Song-Covey was not gonna let her annoying, albeit, hot as shit neighbour, walk all over her. Even though he may not actually mean to.

#covinsky #covinsky fanfic #covinsky fanfiction #covinsky fic #lara jean covey #lara jean peter #lara jean x peter #lara jean song covey #peter kavinsky

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fandommmlove · 5 years

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A little more to Always and Forever by Jenny Han, Fan Fiction.

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fallinfor-youreyes · 5 years

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I've got a covinsky prompt for you. Lara Jean doesn't dance, but Peter is up to the challenge. Cuz theres dancing and then there's "dancing" :D

Highkey inspired by “Dancing’s not a Crime” by Panic! at the Disco. On Ao3 here!

The summer sun is just starting it’sdescent into the sky when Peter pulls out his speakers and flicksthrough his phone until he’s happy with his choice.

It’s just the two of them now, hisfriends all having left for various parties and plans, and Lara Jeanis filled to the brim with the warm, happy feeling that comes withlong summer nights.

Peter’s smiling at her, and herskin is still warm from the sun, and she’s happy. So, so happy.

She tilts her head back, eyesclosed, and listens to the music as it fills the backyard.

There’s a sudden loss of heat onher knee where Peter’s hand was just moments ago.

She opens her eyes, and Peter isstill smiling at her, but he’s standing now.

“C’mon, Covey, dance with me.”He’s moving along to he beat of the song, the sun sitting justbehind his head like some kind of halo.

“I don’t dance Peter.”

His face twists in confusion for abrief second, and then, the next thing she knows he’s scooping herout of the chair and depositing her on the patio, making her lose aflip flop in the process.

“Why not?” He asks, taking herhands in his, attempting to move her along to the music as well.

Lara Jean rolls her eyes but let’shim. “Because. I’m terrible at it.”

Peter scoffs, and then he spins herunexpectedly, causing her to trip over her own feet and spin rightinto his chest.

“Told you.” She looks up at himfrom her eyelashes, and uses her position to push herself on her tiptoes and press her lips against his throat.

It’s one of her favorite places tokiss him, being easier for her to reach then his mouth at times.

“If you are trying to distract me,it is working, but I still want to dance with you.” Peter’s handstighten just slightly around her hips, and she contemplatesdistracting him enough that end somewhere more vertical, but the songchanges, and he twirls her again, this time away from him, and shehas to laugh.

This song is faster, and he’smoving more of his body now, the smile on his face growing.

“Kick off your other flip flop,and it will be easier.”

Lara Jean complies, and allows histo grab her hands again.

“Just follow my lead,” Petersays with a wink.

Lara Jean swallows her pride andtakes a deep breath.

“Alright then, Kavinsky. Show mehow it’s done.”

Peter’s eyes light up and then,they are moving all around his patio, and Peter’s belting out thelyrics to her, and Lara Jean is dancing and miraculously enjoyingherself.

The sun continues to go down, andPeter’s hand move from hers to around her waist, and their bodiesare suddenly so much closer.

She can feel every movement that hemakes and it’s slightly intoxicating.

The song changes again, and thensuddenly Panic! At The Disco is blasting from the speaker, and Peterspins her again, out and then in, and she lands with her back to hisfront.

Peter wraps one arm around herwaist, and the other grabs her left hand, and he’s still singingthe words to her, but now his lips are brushing against her skin.

He moves them primarily by theirhips, one step forward, one step back.

Lara Jean is hit with the suddenneed to find a vertical space for them to make out on again.

He rolls his entire body into hersjust before he twirls her again, and this time, when he pulls herback, she uses her momentum to grab his face and pull his lips tohers.

His hands come up to cup her jaw,and he’s smiling against her lips, his body still moving along tothe music.

When she pulls back for breath, hepresses his lips against her hair. “We should watch Dirty Dancingtonight.”

“Only if you promise to lift melike Patrick Swayze does at some point in the future.”

“Of course.” He swings an armaround her shoulder as they make their way inside. “Thanks fordancing with me, Covey.”

“Of course.” She pushes herselfup on her toes until she can press her lips against his cheek. “I’lldance with you anytime, Peter Kavinsky.”

#to all the boys i've loved before #to all the boys i've loved before fic #tatbilb #tatbilb fic #covinksy #covinsky fic #peter x lara jean #my fic #peter covinksy #lara jean covey #thanks for the prompt

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queenie-004 · 1 year

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Hi, I was just wondering if there's any covinsky fics in the works?💕

Hello! Lovely to know there are still eager readers out there. It has been on my mind for awhile to post but my completed fics are few and my WIPs are many. I have a finished one that needs a title and a polish. So please keep an eye out (subscribe to me on Ao3 if you aren't already) and I will get myself focused. I've missed you all💗

@sbcla

#fanfictress #covinsky fic #ao3fic #tatbilb fic

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sweetbuckybarnes · 2 years

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Eve Song Survives

Pairings: Lara Jean Song-Covey + Peter Kavinsky

Summary: An alternative universe where Lara jean's mom survives, the letters still got out, Peter and Lara Jean got married - Dr Covey now has a very bad back problem and Lara Jean's mom currently is on bed rest after breaking some of her ribs. Lara Jean's POV.

I was finishing the drying up that Peter had washed, as my dad keeps an eye on our precious baby. I looked over my shoulder as the final glass was dried and put away - when Peter walked over to my dad and our little boy, who happily squealed up at his father.

Even though I couldn't make out what Peter was saying to our son, I knew it held a promise that he would never leave Jamie, like his dad left him and his brother. Daddy was scrolling through something on his laptop.

"Have you both tided up from dinner?" Daddy asks, looking over his shoulder to me, as I gently adjusted the soft blanket around his shoulders - also making sure that the hot water bottle helping his sore back was comfortable to deal with.

"Yes, daddy. You don't need to worry," I kissed the top of his grey and balding head - as my baby son reached out for the soft and loving comfort of his mama (rather than the overheated and muscled comfort of his father).

Daddy smiled up at me, as I happily cradled Jamie in my arms.

"Daniel!" Mama called for daddy. As he attempted to get up, his hand reaching for his back.

Peter looked at him and eased dad back into his seat. Jamie reached out for Peter, and my loving and caring husband gently snuggles our little miracle into his arms.

"I'll go check on mama," I say, kissing dad's cheek and walked to see what mama wanted.

"Love you, Covey," Peter calls, holding our son who is happily being warmed up in his arms.

I smile when I eventually reached the stairs. "You of all people should know I'm not a Covey, anymore Kavinsky," I gave him a happy smile, as Peter's face brightened.

Neither of us will forget the day that I walked down the aisle, on my dad's arm, to Peter and the rest of our lives together.

"What's wrong, mama?" I asked, poking my head into my parents' bedroom, looking at my poor mama, having been sat in bed for the past 3 weeks.

Mama's face brightened, seeing me. "Lara Jean! Come here, my baby," she held her arms out as I hugged her warmly. I always loved getting hugs from mama, I would have missed her so much if 'The big C' had taken her away from us.

We were disturbed by the somewhat loud baby babbling of Jamie gently toddling in - after he learning how to walk last month. I still have the video on my phone, as little Jamie walked from my arms and into Peter's.

"Hello, you!" I cooed, as he gripped at my legs and smiled up at me. "Did you crawl up all those steps, by yourself?"

He said nothing but grinned gummily up at me. Mama looking over the edge of the bed and saw my gorgeous baby boy, who got most of his looks for his daddy.

"He looks so much like Peter," mom comments, saying out loud what I was thinking. I bounce my baby boy in my lap when my loving husband walked in.

"That's where you went to, buddy," Peter gently rests a hand on the back of our baby's head, who tipped back quickly (Peter reaching out to rest Jamie in his arms). "Hey," Peter plants a kiss on his forehead.

"Hi," with Jamie partially laying on my lap and Peter's arms, I reached over and kissed my husband on his lips.

#to all the boys series #to all the boys fic #peter kavinsky #lara jean song covey #original covinsky children #dan covey #eve song #alternative universe #eve song survived

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javajunkieao3 · 3 years

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Covinsky Post-Series Fic

I finally got around to watching Forever and Always, Lara Jean, so naturally my fanfic brain started working.

Synopsis: Lara Jean and Peter reunite years after they break up when she return to Portland to help her family clear out her childhood home.

Read it HERE!

#covinsky #to all the boys I've loved before #tatbilb fanfiction #covinsky fanfiction #post-series #post-series fic #Lara jean song-covey #peter kavinsky #lara jean x peter #adult covinsky

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yetanotheremptypage · 3 years

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Fic: Kiss Me Once (‘Cause You Know I’ve Had A Long Night)

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SUMMARY: Getting married is more tiring than it looks, but Lara Jean has Peter. Always and forever. (To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before movieverse; spoilers for TATB3)

No one had warned Lara Jean on just how much effort it took to get married. Not the planning— she was proud to say that she had helped plan two weddings prior to her own, so she felt confident in her ability to both get good deals and make it look like something she’d dreamed about at age 10. (And most years since then. But that was beside the point.) No, it was the actual weekend of getting married that she hadn’t been warned about.

Her dad and Trina’s wedding hadn’t been a big to-do, and despite being a bridesmaid, at seventeen, Lara Jean didn’t partake in all the bridal festivities. She did when Margot and Ravi got married a couple years ago, as the maid of honor, so she planned those festivities and had a great time. And most importantly, they happened well before the wedding itself.

Kitty, however, was her maid of honor—a decision made years ago in a three-way spit shake—and while Kitty respected her sister’s more eclectic taste, there was absolutely no way Lara Jean was getting married without an alcohol-fueled bachelorette party. Her younger sister was busy with grad school pretty much straight up to the wedding weekend, and Lara Jean’s bridesmaids were scattered across the country, so she made the decision to have her party two days before getting married. Which was… maybe not her best move.

She woke up on the day of the rehearsal dinner with a pounding headache and a glass of water and an aspirin already waiting on her bedside table. Peter had left for work, a half-day before school went on summer break. He’d gone to Stanford planning to major in history and figure the rest out later, but he took an education class on a whim second semester and absolutely fell in love with it. He got to work at an elementary school as part of the course, and he spent the whole semester talking all about the kids he worked with that day.

Now, he taught sixth grade history and absolutely adored it. In the spring, he coached the boys’ lacrosse team, too, which seemed to give him more stress than teaching. He’d tried to get her to apply for the vacant English position, attempting to bribe her with the chance to eat lunch together every day, but she loved working as an editor at the publishing house she’d been working with since junior year of college, so she declined. She was a little jealous that she had to go straight back to work once they got back from their honeymoon in Korea and he didn’t, but she’d get her revenge come the fall and he had to stay up late grading and writing lesson plans.

Both of her sisters joined her within the hour, equally hungover, to go over the list of everything left to do before she walked down the aisle at 5 PM tomorrow evening on a rooftop overlooking the city. Peter had joked they should get married on the Adler High lacrosse field. She’d seriously considered it for about thirty seconds, but getting married in New York felt more romantic. Not just because it was prettier, but because New York had become their home. It was where they lived together for the first time, where they’d become the people they were today. She wasn’t marrying the Peter she tackled on the track, or that she broke up with in the school parking lot (twice), or even the one she danced with in her dad’s wedding tent. It was only right they get married in the place they'd beaten all the odds on high school relationships. Because marriage was about stepping into the future, promising to grow and evolve for the rest of your life. Not about capturing the past.

And in order to that, she spent her day making sure the out-of-town guests arrived safely, checking over the venue, confirming catering, and praying to make it to the rehearsal—and, most importantly, the rehearsal dinner—in one piece.

Which she did. Barely. She did say “Peter Matthew Covey” when they practiced vows, but she was a little distracted by her little cousin, their flower girl, trying to eat one of the little wads of paper they’d given her to practice throwing down the aisle. (Peter didn't seem to mind, answering to "Covey" for the rest of the weekend.) Dinner was nice, family and friends appearing to get along and lovely toasts from her dad and Peter’s mom. But then Trevor whisked Peter away to their hotel before she even got to properly say goodbye, so she, much to Chris’s displeasure, moped the entire subway ride back to her Peter-less apartment.

He called her around midnight, though, claiming that he couldn’t see her on a voice call so it didn’t ruin anything. She complained about how much her feet hurt from the heels she’d worn and he told her about his day at work. When she woke up the next morning, it was too her alarm blaring under her ear, meaning she fell asleep on the phone. She didn’t even remember doing so, but she had both a ‘Night, Covey’ and a ‘Happy wedding day!’ text from Peter waiting for her when she woke up. Some things never changed.

Her dad cried when he saw her, and he gave her a letter that she was shocked to discover was from her mother. Margot hadn’t mentioned getting one on her wedding day, so she kept hers secret, too, and did her best not to ruin the make-up Gen had spent an hour on. She’d never expected to end college calling Gen one of her best friends, again, but she was immensely glad for it. Chris and Gen still weren’t close, but they’d agreed to a truce for the wedding weekend. Lara Jean still put her other college best friend, Zoey, in between them in the bridesmaid lineup, just to be safe.

Peter cried when he saw her, too, and when he said his vows. They’d written each other letters, to be shared once alone, and said generic vows instead, the same ones her dad and Trina had exchanged. They posed for what must’ve been thousands of pictures, Kitty and Owen trying to one-up each other in half of them, and then suddenly they were dancing their first dance to the same song they’d danced to the night they signed their new contract.

She loved her friends, and her family, and Peter’s friends and Peter’s family, but she just wanted to sit and eat and laugh at Kitty’s speech in which she took full credit for the wedding. Instead, she barely left the dance floor, had to beg Margot to guard her food from being taken away, and smiled for even more “candid” photos. She did get to laugh at Kitty’s speech, though. (And Trevor’s, but Kitty’s was better.)

Once they’d been sent off to their hotel room and finally got to be alone, Lara Jean collapsed directly on the bed.

“You good, wife?” Peter teased, plopping down next to her.

“I’m so tired. I’m never getting married again.”

“Well I should hope not.”

“Just do me now. I’ll lie here, and you do whatever you need to do to make it all official, and then I’ll sleep for a couple of years. Wake me then.”

“Sounds romantic.” She turned her head to look at him, his teasing smirk so reminiscent of their younger years. He looked the same, really. But now he was her husband. It made her giddy. Suddenly, she wasn’t quite so tired.

He pushed his head up onto his arm and said, “How about, we get changed into more comfy clothes, I’ll pop that champagne over there, and we can read our letters and gossip about our wedding guests? And then maybe later we’ll do other stuff.”

“I love you, Peter Kavinsky.”

“I love you, too,” he said, and he kissed her, tangling his hands into the hair that she’d left mostly down just for him. She rolled onto her side to reach him better, and then just onto him, and their plans changed rather quickly.

They stayed up for several hours more than she’d intended, in the end both of them all but collapsing into bed. Peter wrapped his arms around her to spoon, and she shut her eyes, trying to remember this moment, always and forever.

“Night, Kavinsky,” she said, like she said every night, and he kissed her temple.

“Night, Kavinsky,” he replied, and it was the greatest thing she’d ever heard.

#to all the boys i've loved before #tatb: always and forever #covinsky #my fics #my ships

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