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majoxaa · 11 months

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I'm still waiting for the Minho and Kitty Fanfics. I ALWAYS see a lot of “Minho x Femreader” stories but nobody liked Enemies to Lovers as much as i did? PLEASE, if you are a writer who has loved this couple as much as I have, write something nice that will alleviate my impatient need for a second season centered on the two of them. THANKS FOR READING, END OF RELEASE HAHA

#xo kitty #lara jean covey #netflix #fanfics #minho x kitty #kitty song covey #xo kitty fanfic #minho x you #xo kitty minho #minho x reader #xo kitty netflix #team minho #kitty x min ho

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queenie-004 · 1 year

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Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: To All the Boys I've Loved Before (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Kavinsky/Lara Jean Song-Covey, Peter Kavinsky & Katherine "Kitty" Song-Covey Characters: Lara Jean Song-Covey, Peter Kavinsky, Katherine "Kitty" Song-Covey, Dan Covey, Chris (To All the Boys I've Loved Before) Additional Tags: Fluff, School Dances, perfect boyfriend, Mild Smut, kitty covey dramatics, just wanted to write a little something sweet, Family Feels, Don't copy to another site, you're not ready for the peter/kitty adorableness Summary:

Peter comes to the rescue for one of his favorite Covey Girls.

I wrote this before the TATB:PSISLY trailers came out with all the Pro-Covinsky Kitty content, so this is a nice little enhancement for that!

#in case you needed wholesome peter and kitty content today #peter kavinsky #kitty covey #to all the boys i've loved before #xo kitty #tatb fic #tatbilb #peter x lara jean #fanfictress #my archives

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snehithiye · 11 months

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p.s. i still love you // vinnaithaandi vaaruvaaya // break me - mitriyion // happy - mitski // valentine rib eye steak // cardan's letters to jude

inspired by the lovely @blackcoffee-and-books iconic header hehe

#to all the boys: p.s. i still love you #tatbilb #peter kavinsky #lara jean covey #lara jean x peter #tamil #vinnaithaandi vaaruvaaya #lyrics #heartbreaker #heartbreak #broken hearts club #mitski #judecardan #folk of the air #cruel prince

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maisumaporai · 1 year

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Eu estava exausta e cansada de tentar o amor das pessoas Mas você se encaixa tão bem

Quando eles perguntam o motivo, eu nunca consigo explicar Mas uma sinfonia tocou quando você me disse seu nome E eu considerei isso um sinal

Você será meu começo, meu meio, meu fim?

- Leah Nobel

#leah nobel #music #lara jean covey #lara jean x peter #lara jean icons #peter kavinsky #to all the boys i loved before ps i still love you #to all the boys netflix #to all the boys ive loved before movie #new beggining

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daniallh · 2 years

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My current obsession? To all the boys i've loved before. I seee Lara Jean and think, GIRL, you and i are the same. A dreamy girl who feels a lot, who dreams a lot, who falls in love a lot.

#important #personal #importance #lara jean covey #to all the boys ive loved before always and forever #to all the boys: p.s. i still love you #to all the boys i've loved before #lara jean song #lara jean x peter

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shhhmyeyesarereading · 1 year

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¡Hola a todos! Espero que se encuentren bien 💗

Hoy les traigo una reseña nueva... 💌

Calificación: ⭐⭐⭐⭐/ 5

Acuérdense de visitarme en Instagram, Goodreads y Twitter 💗

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Hello everyone! I hope you are well 💗

Today I bring you a new review... 💌

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐/ 5

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maeve-occasionally-reads · 2 months

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★ ma pinned post ★

hiiiii i’m maeve : )

this is kinda a reallyyyyy long post, sorry not sorry

I’m a minor <3

i live in my own magical fantasy world

ravenclaw and cabin 4

i use this blog basically as a space to empty my thoughts about anything and everything, expect a bunch of nonsense about my life and whatever my current obsession is (atm it’s marauders)

i’ve been diagnosed with adhd and gad (generalised anxiety disorder) and i complain about that occasionally

i use they/she pronouns and i’m non-binary

also i’m bisexual (textbook bisexual disaster) (and demisexual) (so ig technically i’m biromantic)

here’s a list of characters i strongly relate to cause i don’t really know what to say here : james potter, meg march, lara jean covey, annie edison , wanda maximoff, annabeth chase, barty crouch jr

here are some ships that i love and will talk about for hours: percabeth, valgrace, solangelo, silena x clarisse (do they have a name?), lumity, huntlow, catradora, wolfstar, starchaser, prongsfoot, pandalily, rosekiller, scarian, nature wives, grumbo

swiftie, harrie and louie

also 70’s music has my heart (esp fleetwood mac)

sucker for teen romance books (for when i occasionally read)

i can be very unhinged

in theory i play clarinet (im not very good)

and i like baking

and drama, i like drama a lot (i’m such a theatre kid it’s embarrassing)

born to do english lit & history forced to do stem

also (probably no one wants this but whatever) my old account

taken by the lovely @novathevamp

anywaysss that’s my intro to myself

i’m very bad at starting conversations w mutuals but i do try sometimes

okay love you <3

#pinned post #get to know me #get to know the blogger

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okoye92 · 1 year

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Just read this little poetic nugget in a Covinsky (Lara Jean Song-Covey x Peter Kavinsky; from To All The Boys I've Loved Before) fanfiction.

With all that I've been contemplating, this just resonated with me.

For everyone out there who's struggling - with mental health, trauma, physical illness, anything really... Maybe this will resonate with you too.

And, thank you to the author (@amillionsmiles on AO3) for this.

#quiet contemplation #forgetting vs healing #heal not only forget #loss #change #mental health #poetic words #covinsky

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alexandrarosa · 2 years

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TO ALL THE BOYS I’VE LOVED BEFORE | PS I LOVE YOU | ALWAYS AND FOREVER (Lara Jean Song Covey & Peter Kavinsky)

COVINSKY HEADCANONS (post-book) pt 1

Lara Jean and Peter stay together through college, sometimes the distance helps them calm themselves after a fight, sometimes it causes a fight, most times it makes them realize if they can survive this they’ll survive anything

Peter writes Lara Jean at least once a month, a real letter, on nice paper. His frat friends vote him the most romantic boyfriend. It starts as a tease but it’s true

LJ, Margot, Kitty and Doctor Covey come to UW for Peter’s last game of the season. Lara Jean writes the number of his shirt on her cheek. Peter l o v e s it

That game is the first opportunity for Lara Jean to meet Peter’s friends and vice versa. The guys hope that since they met her they wouldn’t have to listen so much about her. Boy were they wrong

The scrapbook Lara Jean gave Peter became a hit. One of Peter’s friends asked his girlfriend why he didn’t get one of those. It was quite a loud fight

After the first year the students were allowed to have their cars with them so Peter could visit Lara Jean more often. And he did. And so did LJ, just with a lot more hesitation

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queenie-004 · 2 years

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when's the next tatbilb fic coming out? I'm so deprived 😭

Oh how lovely of you to ask! I have a short sexy AU and a tender one-shot all done. I'm headed on a trip but when I'm back I'll put out some summer reading, can you hang on til then? 😘

#fanfictress #covinsky fic #thank you readers #peter kavinsky x lara jean covey #tatbilb fic

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retvenkos · 3 years

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only for you | l.j.c.

To All The Boys - Lara Jean Covey x Reader, fluff

word count: 1.1k

A/N: i thought i had this queued for yesterday, kms.

prompt: every holiday you make me watch the most horrendous holiday rom-coms with you, and they really are terrible but your face when you’re laughing out loud is the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen

It was a longstanding tradition that every year, snow or shine, you went over to Lara Jean’s house on the first day of winter break. The first time you went over was years ago, when you stayed with your cousin, Josh, for the holiday and he insisted that both of you go over. He had managed to convince you when he told you that Lara Jean was a baker, and that she always managed to be making something or another when he showed up.

He wasn’t wrong; you had been greeted with sugar cookies and the three of you watched a movie together. Deciding on the movie was easier, back then, and you watched the Lion King on VHS.

When the credits rolled Lara Jean had said you should come over the next year, too, and you never stopped.

Many major events had happened in front of Lara Jean’s television set - from the first time LJ told you she had a crush on Josh to your first kiss - her couch had seen the evolution of your relationship from it’s very inception.

Yes, movie nights at Lara Jean’s house was important to you. There was nothing you and Lara Jean liked better than getting snacks, curling up under a mountain of blankets and pillows, and watching movies late into the night, holding hands beneath the covers. After all this time, that couch was your safe place - you never felt more loved than when you were sitting there beside LJ, warm and content.

For your entire life, movies with Lara Jean was a constant, and in that knowledge lay a comfortable sort of intimacy between the two of you. Movie nights were special and nothing could ruin that.

And yet...

“I love you, Lara Jean, but I’m not watching that.”

“But—” the sound of popping popcorn drowned out your girlfriends protest and she scowled at the microwave before turning back to you, eyebrows set in determination. “I’ve never seen Love Actually and it’s rated as the number one best rom-com!”

“By who?” Lara Jean opened her mouth to respond but you beat her to the punch. “Buzzfeed?”

She blinked, closing her mouth after a moment of hesitancy, and you chuckled. The microwave beeped and you pulled out the popcorn, shaking it up before dumping it into a large, plastic bowl.

“What’s wrong with Buzzfeed?”

You stuck LJ with an unimpressed expression and she rolled her eyes.

“Buzzfeed helped me pick out your birthday present last year.” Lara Jean stole a piece of popcorn. “I don’t see what’s wrong with it.”

“Buzzfeed is fine, but whoever wrote that article is misinformed. Love Actually is a terrible misuse of the name. It’s better called ‘Toxicity Actually’ with the way it ends.” You took the overflowing bowl of popcorn over to the couch, setting it down before going to scan the shelves of movies the Coveys had collected over the years. There had to be something you could sway Lara Jean with. “I get that the movie was going for realism or whatever, but some things shouldn’t be done.”

“Come on, (Y/n) it can’t be that bad.”

“Romanticising stalkers and obsession? I think it can be pretty bad, LJ.” You shot back, still scouring the different movies.

Romantic comedies had never been a favorite of yours, but you watched them every winter break for Lara Jean. Romance was one of her favorite movie genres, and you were hard pressed to say no when she looked at you happily, barely able to contain her excitement at finding yet another romantic comedy filled with crazy hijinks and the most ridiculous of meet cutes.

Besides, you could get through any movie if LJ was at your side. Through the years, you had gotten pretty good at finding ways to occupy your time: counting how many times the two main characters almost kiss; trying to determine whether some scenes used a green screen or actual location; getting style inspiration from some of the leads; or trying to create a rom-com universe that every movie could fit into, with Jennifer Lopez and Keira Knightley having an insane amount of doppelgangers that roam the earth, looking for love.

And if all else seemed boring or cliche, you could always look over at Lara Jean, snuggled into your side with your legs tangled together, and the smile on her face would be worth it.

You turned away from the shelves of movies to find Lara jean huffing in annoyance. “Besides, seeing Alan Rickman play someone other than Snape was weird.”

Lara Jean narrowed her eyes and just like that, her entire demeanor shifted. “Have you seen Love Actually without me?”

Oh, no. She was onto you.

“You know I only watch rom-coms with you.”

“Then how do you know so much about it?” She had a point, there, and Lara seemed to know it, too. Lara Jean took a step closer to you, a smug smile on her lips. “I think you secretly like rom coms and you watched Love Actually without me.”

At that you had to scoff. “You know as much as I only watch rom-coms for your enjoyment.”

“Then do you care to explain how you ended up watching Love Actually?”

“I didn’t watch it all the way through—”

“Oh?”

“—I knew that winter break was coming up and so I, too, searched for the best romantic comedies, hoping to find one that sounded interesting.” Lara Jean smiled and cocked an eyebrow, teasing you with her expression alone. “Someone on YouTube did a ranking video of popular rom coms and their review of Love Actually was scathing. I didn’t even watch the movie, but I know it’s terrible.”

“You didn’t watch it! How can you know it was terrible?” You made to respond but Lara Jean cut you off. “Do you trust a youtuber more than me?”

Now it was your turn to close your mouth. Lara Jean smiled, knowing she had won. “Alright,” you relented and Lara Jean squealed, “but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

LJ popped in the movie and the two of you got comfortable on the couch, shifting around beneath the blankets and causing some of the popcorn to spill onto the floor. Lara Jean hooked her feet with yours and you yelped at how cold they were. She laughed, slapping you playfully on the shoulder and you caught her hand before she could pull away, pressing a kiss to her fingertips.

“And you tell me I’m the romantic.”

You smiled. “Only for you.”

Lara Jean leaned in and kissed you sweetly, stealing popcorn from the bowl when she pulled away. “Hey!”

She shushed you, whispering to pay attention to the movie. You rolled your eyes but settled in for the show, sneaking a glance at Lara Jean’s smile.

...

“You were right, that was terrible.”

“Have I ever led you astray, before?”

“Want to watch one of Vanessa Hudgens’ Netflix rom-coms?”

-- taglist: @theletterhart, @brokenandheadoverheels // message me if you want to be added!

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frost-queen · 2 years

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Middle of the night (Reader x Peter Kavinsky)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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