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thatoneguitargirl · 3 years

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𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 | john ambrose mcclaren x covey!reader

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you try to prove to your boyfriend that there can be more than one baker in the covey family, only for it to go horribly wrong

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“ARE YOU SURE YOU CAN DO THIS BY YOURSELF?” John Ambrose asks from the other side of the phone.

(Y/N) rolls her eyes at him. “What? You think I can’t do it?”

John laughs. “No, I just thought Lara Jean was the baker in the family”

“I can bake too!!”

(Y/N) pulls out the chocolate chip cookie recipe from the magnet on the refrigerator and holds it up in front of her like she’s presenting for school. She reads off the ingredient list as John reassures her he has everything he needs on his end.

That’s when the baking starts. Step 1. Preheat the oven to 375 degrees Fahrenheit. Check! Step 2. Mix 1 teaspoon of baking soda, 1/2 a teaspoon of salt, and 2 1/4 cups of flour in a small mixing bowl. Step 3. In a large mixing bowl, beat 1 cup of softened butter, 3/4 cup of granulated sugar, and 3/4 cup of brown sugar until creamy.

(Y/N) holds a mixing bowl up to her phone. “Do you think this is big enough?” She asks and John looks at her like she asked the dumbest question in the world.

“It’s bigger than your head. I think it’s fine”

(Y/N) scoffs but continues working on the recipe and reading it out loud. Her eyes land on softened butter and she has a mini panic attack. Hers wasn’t softened. Just slightly less cold. And being the girl she is, she quickly throws on a jacket and puts the sticks of butter in her armpits for 5 minutes.

John asks what the holdup is and (Y/N) quickly makes up the excuse of measuring something by not adding enough. John believes her, and she breathes a sigh of relief when she pulls the butter out and it softens them on only the outer layer.

“Good enough” she mumbled as she proceeds to beat her mixture with a handheld mixer.

Step 4. Beat in 1 egg and one teaspoon vanilla into the wet mixture.

“How’s yours turning out (Y/N)?” John asks cheerfully, and she replies with confidence.

“Mine’s actually not going that bad. And to think you had no confidence in me!”

Her boyfriend holds his hands up in defeat. “You’re right. I should never have doubted you”

(Y/N) smiles. The recipe is almost done. Step 5. Slowly blend in the dry mixture into the wet mixture until dough is stiff.

(Y/N) peeks over at the camera and so far their two bowls look exactly the same. (Y/N) was starting to think that the softened butter wasn’t such a big deal after all.

Finally, step 6. Add in the chocolate chips and put it in the oven for 8-10 minutes.

The two set finish their batches and place them in the oven. Once the timers are set, (Y/N) leans over the counter and talks with him.

“This actually went better than I thought it would” remarks (Y/N).

“Much better than the last time we baked. That was in person and you couldn’t stop double checking the recipe for 1 minute”

(Y/N)’s jaw drops. “I’m sorry that I’m trying to be precise. Baking is a science. Everything has to be done exactly like the recipe or it will turn out terrible”

A voice whispers in the back of the girl’s mind that she is contradicting what happened a few minutes ago, but she ignores it.

When the oven goes off, (Y/N) pulls the sheet out of the oven and looks them over. They look nice. They look good.

After about 2 minutes, John tastes his, and of course they turn out perfect. (Y/N) reluctantly goes to taste one of her’s on camera.

As soon as her fingers touch the cookie, she realizes she messed up. They’re rock solid. She brings it to her mouth and the cookie collapses in her mouth in a sandy mess.

John doesn’t laugh at her, although if it were the opposite situation, she would’ve laughed at him.

“What went wrong with yours?” He asks and (Y/N) looks at him pouting.

“I forgot to soften my butter” She mumbles and John looks at her sympathetically.

“And what did we learn?”

(Y/N) carries the batch of cookies to the garbage and recites. “Always follow the recipe, especially when it comes to softened butter because cold butter with change the outcome drastically as it mixes with ingredients differently than room temperature butter”

John looks impressed. “Not what I asked for, but I’m also not disappointed. I’ll send you some cookies when I drive by later,” He says and (Y/N) thanks him profusely.

She waves bye to him and ends the call just as Lara Jean enters the kitchen. “Weren’t you making cookies today?” She asks and I sigh dramatically.

“I didn’t soften the butter, and the cookies were a tragedy, ”

#to all the boys i’ve loved before #to all the boys i’ve loved before 2 #to all the boys i’ve loved before movie #to all the boys i’ve loved before 2 movie #netflix #john ambrose mcclaren x reader #john ambrose x reader #lara jean #peter kavinsky #quarantine #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #tatbilb #ps i still love you

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thisblogsaboutbooks · 4 years

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Book A to Z

I did this a few years ago, and as I was reading through my old answers, I wanted to do this again since I’ve read many more books since then.

Author you’ve read the most

- It’s a toss up between Jodi Picoult, Cassandra Clare, and Sherrilyn Kenyon. (I’ll read Picoult and Clare until I die, but I think I’ve officially denounced Kenyon. Maybe.)

Best sequel ever

- Still too hard to choose. So many good ones for different reasons

Currently reading

- Wandering Star by Romina Russell, part of the Zodiac saga

Drink of choice while reading

- Water? I don’t really drink anything else

E-reader or physical book?

- As much as I love going to a book store and buying a hard copy, I read mostly ebooks. It’s just way more convenient for me to read on my phone

Fictional character you probably would have actually dated in HS

- Absolutely no one . . . Maybe John Ambrose McClaren

Glad you gave this book a chance

- All for the Game by Nora Sakavic. Dove into that series without REALLY knowing what it was about and ended up REALLY enjoying it

Hidden gem book(s)

- The Seven Realms series by Cinda Williams Chima. Seriously SUCH a good series

Important moment in your reading life

- OG answer: When I read My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult, I was fourteen, and it was the first time I’d read an adult fiction novel. The twist at the end was a lot for my young teen heart to handle. When I finished it, I literally declared I was never going to read another book again, but a day later, I picked up another one of her books and have been obsessed ever since.

Just finished

- Zodiac by Romina Russell

Kind of books you won’t read

- Never had an interest in the classics *shrugs*

Longest book you’ve read

- Still think it’s Styxx by Sherrilyn Kenyon (836 pages of WHY DID I READ THIS?!?!)

Major book hangover because of …

- Last one was definitely All for the Game

Number of bookcases you own

- One-ish . . . My headboard is a bookcase (and it’s a mess lol)

One book you’ve read multiple times

- I’ve read The Lunar Chronicles by Marissa Meyer and The Seven Realms by Cinda Williams Chima at least three times

Preferred place to read

- Toss up between my bed and the toilet tbh (Sorry!)

Quote that inspires you / gives you all the feels from a book you’ve read

- “We accept the love we think we deserve.” - The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Stephen Chbosky

Reading regret

- Chronicles of Nick by Sherrilyn Kenyon. Possibly Twilight?

Series you started and need to finish

- I guess Zodiac (but I need the world and Maggie Stiefvater to continue existing so I can finish the Dreamer Trilogy)

Three of your All-Time favorite books

- I don’t really have favorite books so much as I have favorite series, but the last books that I gave a five-star rating to were:

(1) Call Down the Hawk by Maggie Stiefvater

(2) Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

(3) Queen of Air and Darkness by Cassandra Clare

Unapologetic fangirl / fanboy for:

- Gonna have to go with The Seven Realms series by Cinda Williams Chima again. Hands down favorite YA series. I’d buy so much merch if it was available

Very excited for this release more than all the others

- Nothing at the moment

Worst bookish habit

- Probably buying a hard copy thinking I’m gonna read it only to turn around and buy the ebook version later

X marks the spot: start at the top left of your shelf and pick the 27th book

- My bookshelf doesn’t really have any order to it, but the way I counted, it would be Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo

Your latest book purchase

- ebook: Wandering Star by Romina Russell

- hard copy: Chain of Gold by Cassandra Clare (that cover is SOOOO pretty!)

ZzZ-snatcher book: last book that kept you up WAY late

- I’m sad to say reading usually puts me to sleep nowadays, old age and all

#05.27.2020 #book tag a to z #aftg #all for the game #the lunar chronicles #marissa meyer #cassandra clare #red white and royal blue #dreamer trilogy #maggie stiefvater #zodiac #romina russell #the seven realms #cinda williams chima #jodi picoult #booklr

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mixed-imagination · 5 years

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Holiday Pranks (Part 1) - John Ambrose x reader

Summary: You and your boyfriend, John Ambrose McClaren, play pranks on each other during a party held at Belleview, a senior citizen center.

Warnings: nothing really, just a lot of FLUFF --- This one-shot is based on the books. There are no spoilers, so don’t worry. However, if you’ve only seen the movie and are confused - Stormy and Alicia are senior residents at Belleview, where Lara Jean volunteers. Stormy is John Ambrose’s great-grandmother. That’s all you need to know.

Word Count: 2,400+

Notes: MERRY CHRYSLER. THIS IS MY GIFT TO YALL! Thanks for being patient and supportive. I love you guys <3

Listen to this beautiful cover while you read! It inspired this fic :3 ~ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4mgUh60_ea8

“Last Christmas, I gave you my heart But the very next day you gave it away! This year, to save me from tears I'll give it to someone special!”

Busy pinning your hair back with a bobby pin, you lean forward and take a closer look at yourself in the mirror Stormy had been holding up for you. You tsk your tongue in slight disappointment in your appearance.

The whole day you and Lara Jean had been running around Belleview trying to set things in order for the Christmas party that is to start in an hour. You had been busy decorating, baking, and setting up bingo games for the elderly residents. All the while you also had been preparing the cute pranks you had planned to pull on John.

For the past two weeks, you and your boyfriend, John Ambrose, have been in this mischievous prank phase. It started when you binge-watched BFvsGF prank videos together. Ever since then, you’ve been pulling pranks on each other in school and at each other’s houses. In class, you had taped a paper that said “slap my ass” onto John’s back and tied his shoelaces together. He also got you at your house when you had asked him to fetch you a yogurt cup. He fooled you by replacing your vanilla yogurt with mayonnaise - a condiment you unequivocally despise. Thankfully, the small goofs weren’t serious; no one ever got hurt.

Tonight, you have a few tricks up your sleeve for John. You had hoped that because it is party day, he had assumed that pranks are off-limits, meaning he would never suspect a thing. However, you know John is a clever boy.

“Come on, sweetheart, you look fine,” Alicia nodded in reassurance.

Stormy flips the hand mirror around. “Hey! I’m not done yet, Stormy,” you protest.

She fluffs her hair and makes a kissy face at her reflection, “Well, I think she looks haggard,” she shrugs.

“Stormy!” you cross your arms.

You didn’t have time to curl your hair or properly apply makeup. You didn’t even have a good outfit for the party. All you had on is this morning’s eyeliner and mascara; you felt slobbish in your stripped, loose t-shirt dress.

“Stormy, don’t say that. Y/N is beautiful even in her pajamas,” Alicia says.

You huff in frustration, “Thanks, Alicia.” You twist your torso and look around the common area, “Hey, LJ did you finish setting up your gingersnaps?” you call out, knowing she also had been preparing.

At the corner of your eye, you see her peek her head out of the kitchen doorway to spot you before popping out in her dress, “Uh, yes!”

“Wowza! Lara Jean, baby! Forget what I said about you being a girl who gets her heart broken. You are turning into a heartbreaker. You look like Santa’s little helper.” Stormy winks and she laughs.

“Oh stop it, Stormy! Lara Jean will never turn into the likes of you,” Alicia rolls her eyes.

“Excuse me?”

While Stormy and Alicia get into another petty argument, you give a once-over to Lara Jean’s outfit. You didn’t even know she had changed attire already; she looks so pretty with her red lip and her hair down, curled and pinned behind her ears. She’s wearing a velvet, red tank top and skirt with white, faux fur lining the edges, complete with a Santa hat and knee-high boots.

A pang of envy began to grow in the pit of your stomach, obviously set off by Lara Jean’s cute outfit.

You drop your head back and groan, “Ugh, LJ, you look so good!”

“Oh thanks, Y/N. Peter’s wearing a matching costume.”

“That’s adorable. Hashtag couple goals. I look like a bum though. I’m jealous.”

Stormy turns away from Alicia, “Darling, why don’t you just wear one of my dresses?”

One of Stormy’s dresses? You knew Stormy’s clothes were a tad bit too spicy for someone her age. You’ve seen her in loose, exotic, scandalous pieces of clothing; you’re sure it’s not your style. You bite the insides of your cheeks, “Uhh... Are you sure it’s going to fit me?”

“Of course! It’s one of my favorite dresses,” she boasts, “Back in my day, I used to wear it to the Drive-In on Friday nights.”

You let out a breath of relief, “Oh thank god, you were talking about your old dress.”

Stormy nods with pride, but then quickly shakes her head in realization, “You cheeky girl! Last year I loaned Lara Jean my old nightgown.” She crosses her arms in an offense, and you laugh.

LJ snickers as well, “She’s right. It was quite racy.”

You sigh, thinking it over. You look down at your t-shirt dress. It is wrinkled at the edges and has some spots of caramel and flower on it. It wouldn’t be so bad wearing one of Stormy’s dresses, right? You trust her fashion sense. If it was her favorite, it means it has to be at least better than what you’re wearing now. You shrug, “Okay, fine. I’ll try on the dress.”

“Yes!” Stormy and Lara Jean shriek.

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Fifteen minutes later, you are looking at another mirror, except this mirror is in Stormy’s room; it is body length. You graze your thumb over the beaded designs. You smile at your appearance and nod in approval.

“Not bad Stormy,” you twirl. The dress was outdated, you admit. It is a little itchy at the neck hole, but you could live with it. It didn’t fit at first, also, until Lara Jean used her magic skills and used safety pins, so it could hug your body right.

“You look SMOKIN’!” Stormy cackles, “You almost look better than I did when I was seventeen.” The corners of your mouth curve up, and you roll your eyes, “Wow, thanks.”

“No, I’m serious! This dress is a stunner.”

LJ agrees, “You look sultry in that little back dress.”

“It was my lucky charm, you know? I magnetized all the boys. I bet my Johnny is going to love you in it!” Stormy squeals.

“You’re definitely going to distract John, for sure, Y/N. It might be an advantage for your pranks.”

You smirk, “You’re right.”

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The lighting is dimmed down in the common area. Many of the elderly are still pilling in, while some who have already settled in are mingling. The party has only just started, but you can’t wait for John to fall for your schemes. You had seen him zipping around the center - clearly setting up his own pranks, or else why would he be anywhere but with you? Because it is a holiday party, you had only planned to trick him twice. Hopefully, he goes easy on you.

You are silently standing behind a food table, waiting to serve anyone. You are sneaking some Oreos into your mouth when John finally makes an appearance to you. He’s wearing a gray suit with a baby blue button down. He slides behind the table and places his hand on your side, pulling you into him.

“John!” you giggle.

“Hello, m’lady!” he plants a wet kiss on your cheek before looking down at your apparel. His eyebrows raise, “Wowza.”

“Wowza”? He really is Stormy’s great-grandson. Such a dork.

“Do you like the dress?” you beam up at him.

He nods and kisses your cheek again, “You look adorable, Y/N. So cute.”

You pout as you take a bite out of your Oreo, “Just cute?”

“You look foxy,” he chuckles and moves a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your eyes roll.

“What?” John shrugs and slowly leans his head down to your ear. You can feel his breath blow against your cheek. It makes you shiver. “That’s,” his voice is low and raspy, “That’s my dorky way of saying you look sexy.”

The inside of your stomach flips at his unexpected boldness. You bite your lip. John suddenly cracks a smile at your innocent reaction, “Too cute.” He kisses your cheek again before pulling back.

You huff in frustration, wiping your sweaty palms on the tablecloth. John knows you’re putty in his hands; He’s going to pay for teasing you like that.

“Did you know it’s your great-grandmother’s?” you give him a small smile.

John’s eyebrows raise. He opens his mouth but quickly closes it. He changes the subject, “So what’s in store for tonight? Ballroom dancing? Karaoke? Bingo?”

You laugh, “I think all of those things. You know how Lara Jean is - she planned the whole thing. She’s the boss. I just do what she asks.” You both look over to Lara Jean. She’s handing everyone holiday mint candy, while Peter, dressed in a Santa suit and beard, is goofing off and dancing with Alicia.

This is the moment - the perfect opportunity to catch John off guard and swindle him with your first antic. Karma’s a bitch, Johnny.

“Did you know she baked all the desserts for tonight?” you flutter your lashes up at him.

Along with the store-bought snacks, there were cinnamon buns, gingersnaps, molasses cookies, banana cake, and more - all made by LJ. John looks down and once-overs the many delicious desserts displayed on the table. “I have no doubt that she did.” He eyes the caramel apples.

You grin. Gotchya, bitch. The fish is hooked. It was actually you who had made the caramel apples. Caramel apples are one of John’s favorite sweet treats, so you had to make a special batch made especially for him. Little did he know, the one you’ll be giving him is different.

“Kitty helped LJ make the caramel apples,” you fib, grabbing two sticks of the sticky dessert - one for you and one for John.

John shakes his head, “Man, I miss that small fry. He automatically takes hold of the skewer, too nostalgic to notice. “She’s a stubborn one, that kid. We should hang out at the Covey house over winter break and visit her.”

You bat your lashes at him, taking a small bite out of your apple, “Mhmm!” you nod, swallowing.

As John instinctively brings the treat to his mouth, you watch him closely. His teeth pierce into it, producing a loud crunch noise. His eyes immediately dash to yours.

Gottem, bitch.

You smirk and put your apple down, preparing your plate of Oreos for your next scheme. John slowly moves the “treat” away from him. His mouth is hanging ajar - the bite he took still sitting in his mouth.

His eyebrows rise; his eyes look bored with a sinister twang hidden behind it. “Y/N, what is this?” his words are slurred by the food in his mouth.

You snort, “Ew! John! Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

“Don’t talk with my mouth full?” his voice raises, sloppily spitting food bits.

You laugh and shield yourself with your arms up, “John, you’re disgusting.”

John swipes a napkin and spits into it, wiping all evidence away, “Oh, Y/N, I have to admit - that was clever.” The corners of his mouth curve upwards as he takes a step closer, “But you’re so going to get it tonight.” His subtle threat makes your stomach churn.

“But really what the heck was that? Because I know that was not an apple,” his face contorts as he licks his teeth.

“It was an onion, silly” you giggle.

“An onion?” his arm snakes around your waist. “You gave me an onion dipped in caramel? Have you tried it?”

As he moves in closer, you can smell the faint scent of onion coming from his mouth. Your face contorts, “No of course not.”

Suddenly, in one quick movement, John’s face darts towards yours, “Well it is just disgusting!” he smirks, aiming to kiss your mouth.

“Gross!” you laugh, leaning back and pushing his face away from yours.

“Smell it, Y/N! Smell the onion!” he purses his lips, showering your cheeks with pecks.

You both giggle and laugh at his cute acts of affection. This is why you love John. Although he comes off as a smart, confident guy-that-every-girl-has-a crush-on, if you peel that back and actually get to know him, he’s really just a down-to-earth, goofy teenage boy. You are so thankful to call him yours. Knowing and seeing the real him is such a privilege to you.

“But seriously though,” his face twists, “I can’t get this oniony taste out of my mouth. Yucky.”

“Do you want me to pour you some water?” you offer.

He gives you a look, “No thanks. You’d probably replace my water with urine or something.”

You roll your eyes, “That’s just nasty. I would never go that far.”

“Yea, we’ll see. At this rate, who knows what you’re capable of?” he shrugs and smirks. You notice his eyes flash at your plate of Oreos.

GOTTEM AGAIN, bitch.

John has spotted the Oreos. You cheer internally, wishing that he’ll fall for the same trick twice. He’d never expect one prank after another. Also, he’s seen you munching on Oreos this whole time. You’re sure he has no inklings towards them.

He picks up one of your Oreos, “You know what?”

“Hey! That’s mine. Give it back,” you feign annoyance.

He shakes his head, “Nope! This is mine now. It’s what you get for catfishing me with an onion,” he pops the whole cookie into his mouth.

Yes! Mission accomplished. The fish has been reeled in.

Again, John’s face deadpans at the strange taste of his Oreo. He immediately grabs his napkin and spits.

You hop in success, “HA! I got you good McClaren! You’re not the only one who can put mayonnaise into good use.” You had prepared a nasty batch of Oreos with the classic cream replaced with a layer of mayo.

He turns to you; his lips slowly form into a dangerous smirk, “Another prank, Y/N? Wow.”

The look in John’s eyes playfully screams revenge. You know he’s a big tease, but you’d never seen him get so flirtatiously mischievous. You liked it.

John leans down achingly slow, making your insides flip. He kisses your cheek lightly before bringing them to your ear once again. He whispers - the blow of his voice on your neck giving you goosebumps, “You’re so gonna get it, Y/N. Game on.”

~~~

And that’s part one! I hoped you liked it! Please send in some feedback and more requests! :3 Also, my tag list is open! I just love TATBILB!

ples enjoy this goofy picture of Madeline Arthur, who plays Chris, and Jordan Burtchett who played (and should still be playing <_<) the role of John Ambrose McClaren. Ain’t he handsome?

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sinfullypassionate · 6 years

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Fix My Heart || Peter Kavinsky

A/N: just kind of an idea that came to me. enjoy x

“what do you mean you wanna break up?!” peter yelled at lara jean in front of his house. you were currently on your porch reading, something you always tended to do on the weekends. you were a little startled when your heard your best friend and neighbor yelling.

“peter.. things change. feelings change.” lara jean kept her voice down, clicking the heels of her boots together.

“we’ve been together for almost a year, lara jean! how.. how the fuck did feelings change?!” the boy growled, running his fingers through his hair.

lara jean was just silent as she fiddled with the bottom of her jacket, she didn’t know what to say. she had never broken up with somebody before so she didn’t exactly know how to act which was pissing off peter. she didn’t even seem upset about it and you could tell that peter was crushed.

“wait is this about that john ambrose mcclaren dude?! is he why you’re breaking up with me?!” peter snarled, glaring down at the small girl who still stayed silent. but at the mention of john’s name, her cheeks flushed and that’s when peter knew.

“oh my god, you —“ he stopped himself, he just looked down at his feet and shook his head. he couldn’t believe this was happening. peter gave lara jean his all, he gave her his heart and now it was completely shattered.

“i’m sorry peter, i didn’t expect this to happen.” she spoke in a small voice, still not being able to look at him.

“you promised you wouldn’t break my heart, covey.” the boy just looked at her, heartache clearly seen in his eyes.

“i- i’m sorry.” was all lara jean said before leaning up to kiss his cheek. with that, the small girl walked away from peter. the boy was fuming at this point, he had so many mixed emotions and ended up punching a tree. “fuck.” you heard peter growl as he looked at his now bloody hand. that was your queue. quickly running off your porch, you rushed over to peter and grabbed his hand. he already knew who it was so he wasn’t startled when you were suddenly by his side.

you didn’t want to bring up anything so you just stayed silent as you gently lead peter into his house and up to the bathroom. “you really gotta learn to control your temper.” you simply spoke as you grabbed the first aidkit from the cupboard.

peter just stayed silent as he looked at you, you could clearly see the heartbreak in his eyes which made your heart hurt. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have feelings for peter – i mean come on he’s peter. you’d lived next to the boy your whole life and he honestly was your person, you loved him but you never spoke about your feelings in fear he’d reject you and you’d lose his friendship which was something you cherished.

“this is gonna sting a little, p.” you spoke softly as you poured peroxide on his hand. he let out a small groan and you just simply dabbed his hand before wrapping it up. a few minutes passed and you were all done fixing his hand, “there all fixed.” you said, cleaning up the mess.

“can you fix my heart too?” he finally spoke and those words cut through you like a knife. he just sounded so... broken. looking up at your best friend, you gently rested your hands on his chest and stroked his chest through his shirt with your thumbs. “i don’t know if i can peter, heartbreak is hard. believe me i’ve been through plenty.” you half laughed, remembering all the times you were in peter’s position. “it’s going to be hard.. extremely hard but you’re not alone. you got me.” you told him, smiling.

you two just stayed there looking at each other as you kept gently stroking his chest with your thumbs. peter soon wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, he buried his face in your neck and started crying. you heart completely shattered as you knew what he was going through but you simply just rubbed his back and let him get it all out. it felt like hours passed but it was just twenty minutes before peter finally stopped crying, he pulled away from you and looked completely puffy. reaching your hand up, you gently wiped away his remainder tears before pressing a soft kiss upon his nose which made him smile.

“do you want me to stay with you tonight?” you asked him, not wanting to leave him. he was always there for you when you were heartbroken so you were going to be there for him. the boy just simply nodded his head before hopping off the counter, grabbing your hand and leading you to his bedroom. staying the night with peter wasn’t new to you, yes it had stopped once he started dating lara jean because you respected his relationship but when you were in middle school you always stayed the night with him specially when it was stormy out. you’d tend to climb in his window at night because you were always so scared and he’d just hold you and tell you everything would be okay. he was your safe zone.

grabbing one of his shirts, he threw it at you and headed towards the bathroom so you could change. quickly, you took off your clothes and slipped his shirt over your body. it was obviously fairly big so it looked like a dress on you. a few moments later, peter walked out of the bathroom and your breath caught in the back of your throat. he looked so beautiful. how can someone look so fucking amazing in just a pair of boxers? you thought to yourself before getting snapped out of your thoughts at peter’s voice.

“huh?” you looked at him.

“i asked if you wanna watch a movie while we cuddle.” he said, getting into bed and patting the spot next to him.

“of course.” you smiled, crawling in next to him and resting your head on his chest. it was just felt right.

he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close, you felt butterflies in your stomach. maybe it was because it had been almost a year since you’d been this close to him or maybe it was because your feelings for him never went away. you just laid there, staring up at the screen once he played the movie. half way through the movie, peter spoke up.

“am i just unlovable?” his words caused you look up at him.

“what?” you crinkled your eyesbrows in confusion.

“i give my heart to every girl i’m with.. first gen and than lara jean.. only to have them smash it into a million pieces. clearly there’s something wrong with me, y/n.”

“there is absolutely nothing wrong with you, peter! you are kind, funny, talented, charming, sweet, caring, understanding and so many other things. you just gave your heart to the wrong girls, you’ll find a great girl who will cherish you and love you unconditionally. you just have to find her.” you told him, resting your hand on his cheek. apart of you wished you could be that girl but you knew peter didn’t feel that way about you.

peter just simply looked at you, staring into your eyes as you spoke. he saw something different in your eyes.. it was strange. he saw love and not just friend love but.. actual love. he couldn’t believe he was so blind, you were the girl for him and deep down he probably already knew that. biting his lip, he cupped your cheek in his hand and stroked your skin gently with this thumb.

“you always know what to say to make me feel better. you’re the best, y/l/n.” he spoke softly which just caused you to smile. he simply kissed your forehead before snuggling into you. he rested his head on your chest and you ran your fingers through his hair, just enjoying being this close again as both of your thoughts were running wild.

#noah centineo imagine #noah centineo #peter kavinsky imagine #peter kavinsky

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heart pt. 2 // john ambrose mcclaren

To All The Boys: P.S. I Still Love You - One-Sided John Ambrose McClaren x Lara Jean, One-Sided John Ambrose McClaren x Reader, slight fluff, slight angst

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Summary: For one moment, you eyes lingered on your phone. John Ambrose had gone to hang out with Lara Jean and a few old friends at the old treehouse they used to haunt in their youth. He had been nervous about it for days prior, and you had joking told him to text you and S.O.S. if he needed an out. You were almost certain he wasn’t going to take you up of your offer, but for the last hour you had the inexplicable feeling that he would. What was it? Intuition? Desire?

pt. 1

Part of you wanted to pull away from John Ambrose McClaren the moment he expressed that his heart did not belong to you. It was the sensible part of you, perhaps - the part of you that was self preserving and knew that nothing good could come from lingering near a boy who had the potential to break your heart into dozens of tiny pieces. But, another part of you - evidently, the more persuasive part - begged you to stay by his side, despite what would come.

You hadn’t known Lara Jean Covey for a long time. You no longer went to school with her or even lived nearby. You hadn’t seen her since sixth grade, when she and John were attached at the hip. You had no idea what she was like, but some nights, you would stay up late, concocting stories about what she was like.

You figured she was a cheerleader or some athletic type. Who else had the confidence to send a love letter to a boy she hadn’t seen in literal years?

Yes. You were sure of it. Lara Jean Covey was the complete opposite of your John Ambrose, and because of that, their relationship could only progress in one of who ways:

1. John Ambrose meets her, realizes how much she had changed, and is immediately shocked. Being the gentleman that he is, he’d try to disregard how different she is from the last time they had spoken. Things would go badly as they tried and failed to reconnect, and they would eventually part ways, John disappointed at getting his hopes up. You would console him while he was an emotional wreck, saying he was too good for her, anyway, and you would mean it more than he understood. OR,

2. The two meet and it’s the perfect combination of opposites attracting and having enough history and vague similar interests to sustain the perfect relationship. John Ambrose would be head over heels for the girl who had been an old friend, once, and a new love interest, now. They would move fast, and eventually you would be left giving him recommendations for date spots and giving him pep talks. You’d always be at his side, but farther away now that he had someone else to fill his days.

Was it wrong for you to prefer the former?

Not that you wanted John Ambrose to be heartbroken. You knew what it felt like to get your hopes up for nothing and wouldn’t wish it on him for a moment. But would you be able to stomach the two of them together, when push came to shove? Would you be able to drift away from John Ambrose, knowing it was for your love of him, that you held him at bay?

You sat on your floor with a notebook open in front of you, waiting to be filled, but found yourself unwilling to create anything on the blank page. You sighed and popped in your headphones, turning up the music so as to drown out the conflicting voices in your head.

For one moment, you eyes lingered on your phone. John Ambrose had gone to hang out with Lara Jean and a few old friends at the old treehouse they used to haunt in their youth. He had been nervous about it for days prior, and you had joking told him to text you and S.O.S. if he needed an out. You were almost certain he wasn’t going to take you up of your offer, but for the last hour you had the inexplicable feeling that he would. What was it? Intuition? Desire?

You sighed at your hopelessness and turned back to your empty page.

You worked, your head bobbing to the music only you could properly hear, your face settled in a concentrated sort of frown, and when someone knocked on your bedroom door, you didn’t hear them.

Knock knock.

You erased what you had just put down on the page, twirling the pencil in your hand like a baton.

Knock knock.

You smiled as one of your favorite songs came on, reminding you of memories with John Ambrose - walking to the mall in the summer because neither of you had a car and wandering through the stores, not having enough money to buy anything of value. You would always end up at the vending machines at some point, and John always seemed to have just enough quarters in his pockets to get you both something without having to break the single, crumpled dollar bill he had with him. The summer’s top 100 always seemed to play on loop, there, and while the songs were synthetic pop, and not always to your taste, it reminded you of him.

Bing!

The sound of your phone cut through the music, catching your attention and pulling you back to the present. You stretched to reach your phone and dragged it back to you, unlocking it with practiced ease.

from: johnny (12:04 p.m.) S.O.S.

You immediately stood up, disregarding your notebook on the floor as you snapped to attention. Looking for a pair of shoes you could slip on, you typed out a next.

to: johnny where r u?

Bing! He was quick to answer you back.

from: johnny Outside your door.

You pulled out your earbuds and unlocked your door, swinging it open.

John Ambrose stood on the other side of your doorframe, his hands holding his phone tightly. He smiled, but it didn’t meet his eyes. “I see you got my text.”

“What’s wrong?”

You allowed him in and he sat in your desk chair, careful to avoid stepping on your current project that lay abandoned on the floor. He was already comfortable in your space, and if it weren’t for the look on his face, your mind would have dwelled on that thought.

“How was the treehouse?” You tried again, and you saw him stiffen at the comment.

John Ambrose opened his mouth, but hesitated before speaking, as though trying to find the right sentiment. “Eventful,” he eventually said.

Oh?

One of your eyebrows shot up and he sighed. You knew the feeling. Usually it was you who had a complete lack of words for what happened in the world around you, but this time, it was him. It was puzzling, really.

John Ambrose McClaren always seemed to understand everything - it was his super power, really. There was no situation too dificult, no problem beyond comprehension. John could figure everything out - he always had. When you didn’t understand it, he did. That had always been part of your dynamic - there was nothing that the two of your couldn’t sleuth when given the time and proper motivation.

But matters of the heart were never quite so simple as everything else. You knew that better than anything. Sometimes, there was no clear answer.

John averted his eyes, turning his body to the opposite wall, trying again. “Lara Jean apparently has a boyfriend.”

“What?”

“And old friend, too - Peter Kavinsky.”

You blinked furiously, your head shaking back and forth. After a moment, you moved to better see John’s face, to gauge his reaction to finding out.

He was staring at your wall, blankly, his eyes seeing right through the pictures you had put up, there, most of them containing the two of you in various stages of your lives. You wondered what he was thinking, but he was in his own world, now, one where he probably relived every moment he had spent misreading signals from the girl he had always had a crush on. He had been convinced that she liked him back - how could he have gotten it so wrong?

“I’m sorry.” On instinct, you walked over to him and sat down of the ground next to his chair, resting your head against his knee.

For a minute or so, he was quiet. When he eventually spoke, his voice was thick with emotion. “I thought I had a chance, y’know?”

You nodded and hugged his calves, the only part of his that you could easily reach for your place on the ground. You hoped it conveyed the same sweetness as an actual embrace, something that could comfort him they way he had always comforted you.

“Why would she send me that letter if she was already involved with Kavinsky?” He shook his head, as though trying to clear it of cobwebs so that he might be able to understand. “Why even write it?”

He asked valid questions - ones you didn’t know the answer to.

“Even if she thought I would never receive it, why address it to me? Why write something like that?”

Your mind went back to the writing that Lara Jean had left on that love letter to John Ambrose. You considered her words - so sincere, so brave. They were really quite puzzling, especially for not having meant them. But... no... She had to mean it. Otherwise, why write it? What did she have to gain from making love letters that didn’t mean anything? From what you had heard, Lara Jean only had a lot to lose - a boyfriend and now, an old friend.

But, if that letter did mean something, why send it now? What did she have to gain by making John Ambrose McClaren believe that he had a chance with her?

Lara Jean was only losing, in the end.

You knew that John Ambrose was worth losing everything, for. Did she?

“Feelings aren’t always rational, I guess.” You spoke, you eyes ahead, looking at the photos of your life, with John Ambrose always at your side. You didn’t notice him looking at you, then, and if you had, it would have only given more stock to your words. “Loving the people you do doesn’t always make sense.”

“You sound as though your talking from experience, (Y/n).”

You looked at John Ambrose, gazing deep into his eyes; you could see everything you loved about in reflected in their depths - his compassion, his cleverness, his talent, his love. You smiled, dipping your head in a nod, as if allowing him in on one of your best kept secrets.

“Yeah, I am.”

#to all the boys i've loved before #to all the boys #p.s. i still love you #tatbilb #john ambrose mcclaren #john ambrose x lara jean #x reader #reader insert #imagine #fic #one shot #one sided feelings #slight angst #slight fluff

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