#my covinsky fic

[antoine-triplett]

... covinsky + undercover agent au ... “Peter?!” Lara Jean exclaimed, ushering him inside. “Oh my god, look at you! What happened?”

Her boyfriend was wearing an expensive silk suit, but it was ripped in places and spotted with dirt. The tie had been discarded, the shirt creased. He was panting from exertion and beads of sweat glistened on his skin and flattened his curly hair to his forehead. What alarmed her most, however, were the angry red gashes running along one side of his face, like he’d been hit with a spray of broken glass. Blood caked his face and stained the collar of his crisp white shirt, suggesting he hadn’t done a single thing to tend to the wounds or staunch the flow. She winced and cradled his other cheek in her hand while examining the cuts. Some of them would likely need stitches. 

“Lara Jean, there’s something I have to tell you. I’m an undercover agent with the CIA.” he said, all in a panicked rush, eyes wild with fear. 

She almost laughed, arm dropping limply to her side. It was his eyes above all else that convinced her to pay attention. Peter Kavinsky, always so easy-going and ready with a joke, was dead serious. 

“Are you saying that you’re a… spy?” 

Peter took her hands, fixing her with a steady, imploring gaze. “I promise I will explain everything the second I can, but for now I need you to trust me. Please?” 

“Why? What’s going on?” she asked.

Before he could answer, a sudden bang followed by the rip of splintering wood cut through the air. Pieces of the front door exploded inward and landed at their feet. 

#to all the boys i've loved before #to all the boys series #covinsky #lara jean song covey #peter kavinsky #graphics #my fic #SO heres the thing...

[queenie-004]

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

[pichitinha]

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

[yetanotheremptypage]

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

[fandammit]

I don't know if any Covinsky folks follow me on here but if you do, please know that I've finally updated Back to You after eighteen(!!!!!!) months.

#my fic #covinsky #to all the boys i've loved before #lara jean x peter #lara jean song covey #peter kavinsky

[amillionsmiles]

A sampling of the letters Peter wrote LJ while they're apart during college

A/N: I see you and I raise you this: not just letters but care packages

“Oh my god.” Marcie stops in the doorway, shrugging off her messenger bag and taking off her shoes.  I can’t help smiling.  When I first moved into my dorm room at UNC, I wasn’t sure what to expect from my roommate, and I thought she might think some of my requests were weird, but Marcie has been more than just an accommodating roommate these past two months.  She’s been a real friend.

“Did a craft store throw up in here?”

“Very funny,” I say, though it comes out as more of a mumble because of the ribbon in my mouth.  Frowning, I take the jar of fruitcake cookie mix out of the box in front of me, shoving a pack of highlighters and pens in its place instead.

My bed is a mess of scrapbook paper and confetti.  I’m going to have a hard time picking some of these pieces out of my sheets later; in hindsight, I probably should have used my desk.

“I’m sending a care package to Peter,” I explain.  Hm. Maybe I should put the blue and orange scarf I knit for him on the bottom, so that it’s covered by everything else—that would make it more of a surprise.  I take everything out and start over.

Flopping backwards onto her bed, Marcie makes a gagging noise, but I know she’s only joking.  She met Peter when he visited two weeks ago, and they bonded over her older brother also playing lacrosse.  Also: teasing me about my grandmotherly habits.

Rolling over onto her side, Marcie props her head up on an elbow and asks: “So what’s in it?”

“Scarf.  Deodorant.  USB power strip, cooling gel pads for after lacrosse practice…”

“Damn, Lara Jean, can you organize my life next?”

“Maybe I will! Since you can’t keep anything on your side of the room,” I say, throwing one of her own socks at her.  Laughing, Marcie catches it.

Turning back around, I slide in the last of the items, a few of the Korean sheet masks Peter and I like to do together.  Then, of course, the letter, spritzed with a bit of my perfume because the last time Peter wrote, he mentioned missing its scent.  

There’s a whole garland of letters from him that I’ve arranged on my wall, underneath the fairy lights and the pictures of Chris, Lucas, Margot and Kitty, my dad.  Peter will write a letter to Lara Jean once a week.  A real handwritten letter, not an e-mail.  He’s been remarkably steadfast about it, so far.  But then, maybe I always knew he’d be, because he’s steadfast about us.

I close the box and start taping it up.  Signed, sealed, delivered.

*.*.*.*

Dear Peter,

Hopefully this gets to you before the big lacrosse game.  But if not, then treat it like a victory package.  Or a comfort package—not that I think you’re going to lose.  You’re going to do great.

I got you face masks so that we can do them together next time we Skype.  Your favorite—cucumber and rose.  The jar should have all the dry ingredients you need for the fruitcake cookies you like.  I also made you a pack of positivity post-its since we both have tests coming up.  And then there’s a surprise at the very bottom… please be gentle with it because I spent a lot of time on it.

Love,Lara Jean

*.*.*.*

Dear Lara Jean,

I made the cookies the other day and they didn’t taste completely terrible, but yours are still better.  Thank you for the scarf.

The weather’s getting colder here and the Lawn is covered with leaves.  When you’re home for Thanksgiving we should go have a picnic on it.

Also I’ve been thinking about it since we watched Say Anything and the Spectacular Now back to back, but don’t you think that John Cusack and Miles Teller look kind of alike?  

Love, Peter

*.*.*.*

Dear Peter,

If that was your way of nicely asking me to send you already baked cookies next time, I’ll consider it if you say please.

I found the most gorgeous dress to use for my Juliet costume.  Do you still have the hairspray saved from Character Day to use for Romeo? I wish we could be together for Halloween.

You know, now that I think about it, you’re right.  Their characters are a little bit similar, too.  Say Anything wins for the iconic boombox scene, though.

Love,Lara Jean

 *.*.*.*

Dear Lara Jean,

I went to an old-school record shop the other day. Picked up something for you there.

Love,Peter

*.*.*.*

“What is it?” asks Marcie, peering over my shoulder at the slim, square package.  My heart thumps fast; I have a hunch.  Eagerly, I tear off the packaging.

The cover beams up at me: AL GREEN written in dripping green letters, his face squinting up at me, that suede and leather jacket.  We have a vinyl record player in our room—courtesy of Marcie, not me, though it’s adorable and pale blue and I’ve not-so-secretly sent a picture of it to Margot in hopes that she’ll buy one for me for Christmas.  I all but skip over to it, sliding the record out of its sleeve and gently placing the needle on top.  The first scratchy notes start up, and I love it for how it sounds: crackling, lived in, like history pressed onto a page, and I love Peter for knowing that I’d love it.

Let’s stay together, I, I’m, I’m so in love with you;whatever you want to do…

“Our song,” I explain to Marcie, beaming.

#this is cheesy af but that's ok i'm essentially writing on a sugar rush !!! #tatbilb #tatbilb fic #to all the boys i've loved before #covinsky #lara jean song covey #peter kavinsky #otp: my first love story #fanfiction #my writing #ff: tatbilb #replies #anonymous

[fallinfor-youreyes]

Chasing the Sound of you

Happy Valentine’s day loves. Ao3.

Lara Jean isn’t exactly sure how they got here.

In his room, on his bed, his hair still wet from his shower after practice. Her eyes firmly locked on the soft spot of skin on his neck while he flicks through Spotify looking for a new song he heard and wanted to tell her about.

Well, she knows how they got here. Peter picked her up after practice and his mom and Owen were still out at the antique store, and it’s just the two of them, in his room, sitting close enough that she can feel the warmth of him on her skin.

But she isn’t sure how she got herself into this predicament. Or rather, how she suddenly became obsessed with his neck.

She may have read a new book about vampires this past weekend, resulting in her new fascination with his neck. But she cannot be blamed. It was free on her nook book app. And she still has a soft spot for Edward Cullen lurking in the back of her mind.

Lara Jean also might have seen Gen walking around school with a hickey proudly displayed on her neck. And her whole jealous over Gen thing had ended long ago, with a lot of help from Peter and his beautiful, wonderful mouth used for brilliant declarations of love and devotion and equally amazing make outs in the back of his car, but it got her to thinking.

About his mouth, and his neck, and the idea that she could easily mark him up with her own mouth, and ever since, she’s kind of, sort of been obsessed with the idea.

Even if she’s a little afraid to bring it up and once again display her inexperience with this whole dating thing.

Peter makes a noise of triumph, and the music starts to play from his phone, a pleased smile taking over his face as he drops it to his side table so he can land his focus on her.

Which is nice. Really, really nice.

“Hi,” he says, twirling a piece of her hair around his fingers, pressing the softest of kisses to her nose.

“Hi,” Lara Jean leans in closer, her hand ghosting over the soft skin of his cheeks. “This is a nice song.”

Peter’s smile only grows, and his hand knots itself into her hair and he tugs her closer. “I knew you would like it.”

She brushes her nose against his, and let’s her hand slip down to the even softer skin of his throat, right where she is currently imagining leaving a love bite. “How long until your mom gets home?”

The question seems to catch him slightly off guard. Turns his cheeks slightly pink.

“Umm,” he swallows, and she watches the way his adam’s apples shift. “Bout another hour or so, I think.” His eyes scan hers, like he’s trying to find out exactly what she wants before he asks.

She lightly drags her nails down the back of his neck, and his eyes flutter shut.

“Lara Jean,” he says, and no one says her name quite like he does. Like it’s a prayer and a curse all wrapped into one.

“Peter,” she says back, and she’s not sure she says him name in a way that makes his heart flutter like hers does, but she can hope.

“You are going to be the death of me.”

“Is that a good thing?”

He laughs, more of a rush of air out of his nose, a smile quirking up his lips before he presses his forehead against hers. “The best.”

She finally lets her lips slide against his, and he makes that triumphant sound at the back of his throat again, and Lara Jean is pretty sure she would do anything to keep him making that sound when she kisses him.

It doesn’t take long for her to maneuver herself into his lap, his hands dancing under the bottom of her shirt, hers losing themselves in his hair.

They’ve official been Peter-and-Lara Jean for a few months now, but she doesn’t think she will ever get tired of kissing him.

But she’s a girl on a mission tonight. A girl who wants to test her own power and make her boyfriend feel as loved and as wonderful as he makes her feel. And who really wants to give him a hickey.

Peter pulls away to take a breath, and Lara Jean kisses her way down his cheek, finds his jaw, and kisses until she finds the junction between his shoulder and his neck. And then she kisses her way back up, stopping to drag her teeth along his ear, trying to stop her smile when he takes a particularly shaky breath.

She’s all hot and bothered all of sudden, and he hasn’t even moved his hands from her waist.

“So, as you know, I’m still new to most of this,” Lara Jean says, her lips brushing against his skin as she talks. “And I want to try something new, but you have to tell me if I’m doing it correctly.” She pulls back so she can look at him fully, and his eyes are blown wide, and his cheeks are pink, and she can’t help but feel slightly proud of herself.

“Okay.” He nods, and he tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. “Wanna tell me what exactly we are trying today?”

Lara Jean bites her bottom lip, the smallest stupid amount of self consciousnesses slipping into her head.  “I’ve been thinking about hickey’s.”

Peter’s eye brows disappear into his hair line, and she instantly wishes she hadn’t said anything, and instead just went for it. She feels her cheeks heat up, and her hands falter along his shoulders, and she hates that they know each other so well at this point but she can still freak out over something this stupid.

But Peter’s hand slides down her arm until he can grab her hand and pull it to his lips. “Really?” he asks, pressing his lips against her knuckles. “What exactly about them?”

It’s a simple question, but Peter knows exactly how to make her feel instantly comfortable. She feels safe and loved, and like she has the space to experiment and discover, and it fills her with a different type of warmth.

“Well, mostly about how much I would like to give you one.” She pauses, leaning back into him, heart full and happy. “If that’s okay with you.”

He’s nodding when he pulls her back in for another kiss, his lips slightly more frantic now, his arms curving fully around her hips now, pulling her as close as he can.

“Totally more than okay, Covey.”

She let’s herself get lost in the kiss, his tongue sliding against the seam of her lips, her fingers tugging at the edge of his collar, his slipping up the bottom of her skirt. She doesn’t pull back until she can’t breathe again. And then she lets her lips trace along his jaw again, settling herself into a more comfortable position so she can let her lips find their way to his throat.

He takes a shuttering breath and swallows hard, and she chases his adam’s apple with her lips this time, and Peter moans, just slightly, just loud enough for her to hear, just loud enough for it to make her entire body heat another 1000 degrees.

“Good?” she asks, swiping her tongue over his skin.

She feels his hand clench into her shirt, and he moans again, louder this time. “Yeah. Really good.”

It sends a surge of pride through her, and gives her the confidence to lightly drag her teeth over the same spot, and he sighs.

“You, uh, god,” His eyes squeeze shut, and he runs his hand down her spine, the other still planted firmly on her thigh, drawing tiny circles with his thumb. “Bite. And then suck, a little.”

She follows his instructions and he curses, and it’s new and it’s wonderful, and she continues over the same spot over and over until he suddenly flips them over, pressing his lips into hers again, his knees digging into the mattress next to her hips.

“Did I do it right?” She asks, when he pulls away, making his way down her throat with his own lips now.

“Most definitely.” he says, his hands tugging down the fabric of her shirt so he can kiss her collar bone, her chest, right above her bra. His head pops back up, and his eyes catch hers. “You are the most incredible person I have ever met, Lara Jean Covey.”

Her cheeks blush red again, and she hides her face in his elbow. When she peaks back out, she can see the faint bruise developing on his throat, and she reaches up to trace it. He kisses her wrist, soft and slow, and then she cups his face, pulling him back down to her.

“I love you,” she says, kissing him softly, taking her time feeling his lips move against hers.

“I love you, too.”

He smiles at her, curls falling into his eyes, hickey growing on his skin, and she suddenly wants to try even more new things.

Before she cant think too much about it, she tugs her shirt over her head, and tosses it to the floor.

She loves him. She loves him so, so much.

He kisses her hard before letting his lips fall to the expanse of new skin.

He makes her feel safe, and confident, and really, as long as they have each other, she knows everything is going to be okay.

Especially if he keeps kissing her like this.

#to all the boys i've loved before #to all the boys i've loved before fic #tatbilb #tatbilb fic #covinsky #peter kavinsky #lara jean song covey #peter x lara jean #my fics #this is pure fluff

[thcrin]

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Peter Kavinsky/Lara Jean Song-Covey Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Fluff, Domesticity, Kissing, the movie left me wanting so much more, MORE OF THEM BEING CUTE MORE GIMME, so i gave it to myself Summary:

post-movie canon. being together now was great and all but Peter and Lara Jean really have to talk about it. or kiss. or talk and kiss.

#stevenrogered #userfrankcastle #covinsky #to all the boys i've loved before #tatbilb #peter kavinsky #lara jean covey #my fics #i'm back with more

[m11leven]

It's @elliehops 's birthday today! So I wrote this lil covinsky thang for you hun, hope ya like it babe <333 happy birthday! Here you go :

There's no one like you, Peter Kavinsky

Description : Peter's side of some of his and Lara Jean's defining moments. (Aka things from Peter's perspective)

Just a short lil drabble that I wasn't going to post but oh well, here I am.

Disclaimer! : I don't own any of these characters, because let's face it. If Peter Kavinsky were my creation I would be so much better off.

------- ’-,

To Peter Kavinsky, Lara Jean Song Covey was a mystery. A gorgeous mystery.

In seventh grade they'd kissed. Ok, it was spin the bottle and yes, he knew that Gen was supposed to be the one he wanted to kiss and all that but the girl he really wanted to kiss was Lara Jean. He didn't know is what it was but he'd always liked her, she'd been in the back of his mind. He wasn't always aware of her but she remained present throughout his middle school experience.

Then enter high school and they're in two completely different friend groups and any hope there was left for them to ever be had gone from some to none. He started dating Gen. Even though this meant that he couldn't actively seek out Lara Jean's company, he could still think about it. Right? Well…. Apparently he can't. (See our friend Gen here found his book.

“Lara Jean Covey? Seriously? She has a bigger section than I do?” Gen said furiously, holding the book in her hand. )

What book, you may ask?

Long story short ; Lara Jean was the second girl in his book.

Let me explain.

Just like Lara Jean had her letters, Peter had his book, each girl got one or two sentences written about her. Except for Lara Jean. She had twelve pages. So far.

(Gen had about a third of a page filled. All it said was : kind of a bitch, but a great kisser)

Right now Peter doesn't talk to Lara Jean an awful lot. He mostly just apologises for Gen's (terrible) behavior towards her and Chris. He didn't really get why Gen was so mean to Lara Jean, to anyone really.

When he went to apologize to her, (he was actually pretty impressed with her outfit, it was hot) it was like he noticed her for the first time in years.

She was wearing these really cool boots and all, he really liked them. He loved Lara Jean's fashion sense. She definitely had a better one than Gen, that's for sure. Gen was still wearing UGGs.

Even though he was dating her and people seemed to think he was stupid, he wasn't stupid enough not to see how mean, self centered and straight up rude she was to well, everyone.

-

When he received the “love letter” from Lara Jean he couldn't believe that it was real. She'd always be an afterthought, the one girl he'd never have.

But now that he knew, well…. He didn't know what to do.

When he confronted her about it, she passed out. Then she kissed him.

Of course he was taken by surprise, Lara Jean was kissing him! He didn't know how to react at first and then when he had realized what he had to do, well… the moment was over. And she ran away.

-

The third time they kiss is on the lacrosse field. This time he kisses her. Even though it's fake, he still feels a whole lot more than he ever has with any other girl.

When he kisses her in the hot tub, his entire body feels like it's on fire. This is definitely real. They're not fake anything at this point.

“There’s no one like you, Covey”, she's soft and sweet and beautiful and most importantly she's real. She's just Lara Jean and he's just Peter.

So he decides that Gen is over. Well, he'd realized some time ago that she wasn't it for him anymore. Maybe she'd never been.

It's been a couple months and Peter kavinsky and Lara Jean are dating. Finally. It's real this time. No fake dating, no Gen.

“Hey, you know that song you're always listening to?” Peter says one day while they're studying. “Which one?”

“the lauv one” , why does she make him so nervous? “Just wanted to tell you that I like me better right now.” Lara Jean looked up from her book and into his eyes, golden specks clear as day from where she was sitting. “And why is that?” , she moved closer, “Because I'm with you”

Lara Jean Covey is Peter Kavinsky’s girlfriend. She's his girl and as long as she'll have him he's hers.

A/n : I love them, so much definitely going to write better, longer pieces on them. Ya know ones that actually make sense :)

#to all the boys #to all the boys ive loved before movie #to all the boys i've loved before #lara jean song covey #lara jean covey #lara jean #peter kavinsky #covinsky #margot song covey #katherine song covey #otp : you gonna break my heart? #otp : there's no one like you #this title has peter kavinsky instead of covey on purpose #i've watched this movie 6 times #jenny han #covinsky fanfiction #aliwritesfics #my fic* #to all the boys i've loved before fanfiction #tatbilb fanfiction #yes #i think that's it

[cauldronoflove]

A Long Way From the Playground

Relationship: Lara Jean Song-Covey/Peter Kavinsky (To All the Boys I've Loved Before)

Rating: G

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: Lara Jean's favorite spoon has been missing for over six hours. She is not impressed by that fact. Peter is making a 48 hour countdown on the dry erase board they keep tacked to the side of the fridge. She's only slightly more impressed by that joke.

read it on ao3 here

#to all the boys i've loved before fic #to all the boys i've loved before #covinsky #lara jean song covey #peter kavinsky #my fanfiction #hey mtv welcome to my content

[javajunkieao3]

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

[closetfascination]

Rules: List the first lines of the last 10 stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any. Then tag some friends.

I was tagged by @peter-covinskys 💜

From most recent to least recent: 

Stowaway (13 Reasons Why - Alex/ Winston - Pirate AU)

Alex wished he'd never set foot on the Lady Liberty.

Wake Up (13 Reasons Why - Gen, Season 3/4 Re-write)

Alex finished tidying his room again and sat at his desk, staring at a blank piece of paper.

Dancing After Death (13 Reasons Why - Alex/Monty - Dystopian Soulmate AU)

“Oh, Alex! Did you see that? That sign said Evergreen, ten miles. We are nearly there!”

Safe for Now (13 Reasons Why/Dead Poet’s Society Crossover)

Alex had no idea where he was.

Honeybee (13 Reasons Why - Alex/Zach - Beekeeper AU)

Alex found the hum of the bees calming.

For Better or For Worse (13 Reasons Why - Alex/Charlie - Dance AU)

Why did it have to be Charlie?

Forever Drinking Expensive Coffee (13 Reasons Why - Hipster AU)

"Regular, Half-Caf Soy Latte, 120 Degrees, please," Alex says coolly as if it was a totally regular thing to ask for.

Wise Old Man (13 Reasons Why - Old Gods AU)

Alex sat beneath a massive ash tree.

Alex and the Seven Ugly Holiday Sweaters (13 Reasons Why - Alex/Winston)

Alex could kill Jessica right now.

Cruel Summer (13 Reasons Why - Winston)

Winston went home shortly after Alex left.

Well, a few things are clear: 

Alex is clearly my favourite character. 6 of 10 of these start with his name. 7, if you count the one that says, “oh, Alex!”. 9 of 10 mention Alex’s name at some point in the first line.

I definitely like to start my fics in a certain way. Only two of these start with dialogue, and one is a thought. The rest are lines describing what the character is doing. 

Tagging @alexstandoll, @liesssmith, @holy3cake and whomever else wants to do this.

#first lines #i love alex standall #thanks for tagging <3

[queenie-004]

If you were a fan of invisible string the Covinsky fic I wrote in Fall 2020 then there's a Valentine's surprise for you in the form of a new holiday themed chapter that gives a peek at what this legal power couple are up to (hint, it's smutty!)

chapters 1-11: A decade after a traumatic college break-up, Lara Jean and Peter find themselves at the same professional event where over the course of a week they try to sort out their past and carefully step around what's in their present.

chapter 12: now you hang from my lips an outfit, a valentine surprise, a happy couple **New!**

#covinsky fic #tatbilb fanfiction #valentine's gift #fanfictress #to all the boys i've loved before #ao3fic #tatbilb #peter kavinsky x lara jean covey #covinsky #folklore vibes #my archives

[pichitinha]

And you cut through all the noise (on AO3)

Covinsky | Alternative Universe | Coffee Shop | Fluff | 11,009 words

Peter is a professional lacrosse player and Lara Jean is a barista who actually couldn't care less about sports.

“Oh,” he makes a conflicted face and she knows why - he’s wearing an official shirt with his last name right now and she's pretty sure she just saw a flash of his face on the TV in the corner. But she’s firm on her decision to treat him like she does everyone else because he’s not special. Just famous, good looking and uncharacteristically nice. But not special. “Ah, Peter," he finally says with an amused look on his face. "My name is Peter.”

#covinsky #otp: it's never gonna happen #lara jean covey #peter kavinsky #lara jean song covey #tatbilb #covinsky fic #my fanfic #my covinsky fic #tatb #in honor of the trailer i'm posting something that has nothing to do with it lmao #also this is a hot mess but it is a coffee shop au so enjoy i guess? #also i don't understand ua geography or weather so bear with me

[jandjsalmon]

2021 Fic Reading Challenge Stats - August

It’s that time again - where I reflect upon what I’ve read for the past month to keep myself accountable - and for the @fanfic-reading-challenge.

My mother is visiting for the first time in two years...

Anyway - here are the stats:

If you have any favourite pairings or fandoms that you think I may be interested in - please share! I’m currently reading a fic recommended to me by @crazymisscarly​ - and I’m loving it even though it’s not one of my usual pairings. So thank you for that! 💙

And here is me sharing just a few favourite stories I read this month. If you haven’t read them, you should. If it’s a pairing that is new to you, you should explore it! 

Wrong Number by @cheryllclayton​ & @lazydaizies​ (Bughead 1/1  - E) As we’ve come to expect from these two lovely friends - this is a fun ride with a fun premise and fun characters in a steamy setting. 

All Rime, Some Reason by @dresupi​ (Theonsa 14/14 - E) One of my first Theon/Sansa fics. I loved rereading this one this month. Modern AU - and pining and fake dating. Just a DELIGHT.

The Space Between by @bugheadsextape​​ (Bughead - 1/1 - M) Literally one of my most favourite fics in the fandom. Fluffy and fun and perfect.

we'd be good, we'd be great together by @still-i-fall​ (Peter/LJ - 1/1 - G) An author I follow from another fandom... and then I saw they wrote Covinsky too and I was super pumped - and not at all disappointed.

did I make the most of loving you? by @brazilianchild​ (Hallie - 5/5 - G) The Quintessential Society/Downton Abbey Crossover AU. 

I’m still working on the fic challenge portion of this experiment. Currently, I’m looking for the following entries:

Read a fic that heavily reminds you of or states that it is influenced by Hallmark- or Harlequin-like movies or books.

Read a fic involving politics, slavery, or oppression.

If any of you can think of a story that fits one of these criteria (any fandom, really) - even if/especially if it’s one of yours - please hit me up. I’d be happy to read it. Have a great September!! 💚

#jandy's fanfic reading challenge adventure 2021 #fanfic-reading-challenge 2021 #reading fics with jandy #2021frc #long post

[fandammit]

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before (2018) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Kavinsky/Lara Jean Song-Covey Characters: Peter Kavinsky, Lara Jean Song-Covey Additional Tags: Future Fic, Elements from the movie and books, post-breakup fic, LJ and PK in their late 20s Summary:

"Peter Kavinsky," she says, and there's a warmth to the way she says his name that makes him forget that they haven't spoken in five years.

"Hey Covey," he says, the name slipping out easily, his face easing into a carefree, lopsided grin like they're still in high school. Like she was never the person he thought he was going to spend the rest of his life with.

Peter and Lara Jean reconnect in their late 20s. Post-breakup, slowburn fic.

Still a WIP and updates are a bit slow with work kicking my ass. But if you were wanting a Peter POV, second chance at love fic, I gotchu. 

#to all the boys i've loved before #peter kavinsky #lara jean song covey #peter x lara jean #covinsky #my fic