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Hoodies & Lacrosse

Peter Kavinsky x Reader

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 Word Count: 1,566

 A/N: This one was requested by the awesome @mychemicalimagines​. I hope this is everything you imagined it to be, lovely! I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get this done for you, but I’ve been so swamped with uni work and placement that I’ve just had no motivation for writing. But inspiration struck tonight and I decided to put it to good use.

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 I blinked owlishly, trying to make my eyes feel less exhausted, but it was to no avail—I’d been unable to sleep last night and I was unwilling to admit that it was because Peter had asked for his hoodie back. I’d taken it months ago, well not purposefully, he’d just left it behind one day after we’d been hanging out. I’d been chilly that night, and I figured I’d throw it on, only to discover it was the comfiest thing ever—it was huge on me and it smelled of him, and so I’d grown accustomed to how content and safe it made me feel. Obviously I hadn’t realised how much I’d grown to rely on it to sleep until last night at around three in the morning, when I realised it was the first time in months I’d gone to bed not wearing it.

 I yawned, pulled my cardigan tighter around me, and took a large gulp of the coffee I’d poured myself before leaving the house to head to school. I’d managed to drop off around five in the morning, which led to me sleeping through my first four alarms. By some grace of god, I’d made it to first period as the bell rang. I finished off my coffee, and threw the disposable cup into the recycling bin on my way out of the room—thank god I’d had the beverage as my first period had been math; I’d have definitely dozed off without it.

 ‘Hey, Y/N! Wait up!’ I paused at the sound of my best friend’s voice, mixed feelings erupting through me. Tiredness made me clingy, which Pete was used to, but I was also a little pissed being as in my mind it was his fault I was tired to begin with.

 ‘Hey, asshat’ I grumbled, wrapping my arm around his waist and melting into his comforting warmth.

 He chuckled, ‘such wonderful greetings from you, Y/N. It’s a wonder my head fits through the halls with how much you boost my ego.’

 I rolled my eyes, an involuntary smile forming on my face, ‘I’m tired, I think I got thirty minutes of sleep last night. I can’t to go home and sleep until Sunday.’

 ‘Why didn’t you sleep? Is there something on your mind?’ I felt my irrational irritation with him soften at the concern in his voice; he knew me well enough to know if I had trouble sleeping, it usually meant there was something on my mind causing my insomnia.

 ‘No, I just didn’t realise how much I’d come to rely on your hoodie until you took it away.’ I felt my lips form into a slight pout, and had I not been exhausted and as a result, needy, I would have been embarrassed.

 My head was tucked into his side, my face against his chest, and so I missed the soft, fond look that overtook his expression. I did notice the new girl giving us a look of longing and jealousy, but I ignored her. The other students would clue her in soon enough—we were friends, best, best friends. It may look like we were more due to how touchy we both were with each other, but our relationship didn’t extend beyond a deep, meaningful friendship. It had taken a while for everyone to understand it, and to stop giving us the same look the new girl was giving us now, but they learned eventually.

 ‘How about this…’ Peter’s voice bought me back to the conversation, ‘you come to my game tonight, and I’ll give you my hoodie to keep forever.’

 I bit my lip to hide my smile; it was typical Peter Kavinsky. He knew I wouldn’t miss one of his games—I was always there, rain or shine, wearing his jersey and cheering him on. But he was sweet enough to make it sound like I was doing him a favour when in reality, it was him who was doing something nice for me, by making sure I got his hoodie doing something I was planning on anyway.

 I looked up to him, ignoring how my heart fluttered when he tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear when it fell in front of my eyes, ‘you’d give up your favourite hoodie, for me to come to your game?’

 I felt my heart melt at the bashful expression that overtook his features, ‘of course I would. I mean it took me months to realise you had it anyway. Clearly it means more to you than it does to me.’

 ‘You make a good point.’ I teased, biting my lip as I thought and missing the way his eyes followed the movement, ‘okay, if you’re really okay with it, you have a deal.’

 ‘Awesome.’ He grinned, and I found myself subconsciously beaming back at him, powerless to not return his happiness.

 //

 ‘Come on, Peter!’ I mumbled under my breath, the tension in the air palpable and affecting everyone, it was as if we were all holding our breath in anticipation, ‘you’ve got this!’

 Peter ran forward, passed the defence and took his shot at the goalie. It was so quiet I could hear the puck hitting the back of the net and I was unable to hold back my cheer of happiness, which seemed to snap everyone else out of their shock and they joined me. Brown eyes found mine and I felt my heart skip a beat as he unclipped his helmet, tucked it under his arm and made his way over to me, easily bypassing the rest of the audience who’d flooded the pitch. I felt my heart beat pick up and by the time my best friend reached me, my heart was pounding against my ribs. He was watching me with such intensity, that it made my knees feel weak. His beautiful brown eyes were soft with an emotion that I couldn’t identify, as well as fondness, happiness and determination. I had no idea what to expect when he finally joined me on the stands, but when he tossed his helmet aside, and placed both of his hands on my cheeks, I knew that everything was about to change. And when his lips met mine in a tender, tentative kiss, I threw my arms around his neck and succumbed to it. It was meant to be, and I was powerless to fight the passion, and the intensity that moved between us. But more importantly, I didn’t want to.

 //

 Third Person POV

 Daisy Hank didn’t know what to think when she attended her second day of school. It seemed that there was a buzz in the air from the moment she walked through the doors, as if something had happened and everyone was talking about it. She felt a nervous knot form in her stomach, worried that it was somehow about her, but after a few deep breaths and reassurances it dissipated. There was no way it could be about her; she’d only started yesterday and she hadn’t spoken to anyone for long enough for her to accidentally reveal anything embarrassing.

 She frowned and walked to her locker, trying to focus her hearing to pick up what was going on from the group of girls that were gossiping next to her locker. She opened it up and pretended to search for something as she managed to get close enough to listen in.

 ‘Is it true? Peter and Y/N are actually together?’ one of the girls murmured, Daisy didn’t know any of their names, but she could easily hear the disappointment in her voice.

 ‘Yup, apparently it happened last night at the lacrosse game. He scored the winning game and ran on the stands to kiss her.’ This girl sounded dreamy, and Daisy felt herself instinctively relax a little at the absence of aggression in her tone.

 ‘It was like a Cinderella Story. So romantic.’ The third girl mirrored the second’s tone and even sighed.

 ‘So unfair. Kavinsky is the most attractive guy at this school, now what—‘ the first girls bitterness was cut off by an elbow to her abdomen.

  Daisy frowned, until she followed their gaze and saw the aforementioned couple walking down the hall. They were in the same position as yesterday; her arm around his waist, his over her shoulders and her face tucked against his chest. And yet, there was a definite change between them, Daisy noticed. Maybe it was because Y/N was wearing a hoodie that was obviously his, or because he now had her backpack slung over his shoulder along with his own, or maybe it was the soft, fond and loving way they looked at each other. But either way, a change was definitely there, and Daisy once again found herself wishing that she had someone who looked at her the way they were observing each other, just like she had yesterday when she’d first laid eyes on them. Except now, she only wanted it more, because unlike yesterday the love and affection they had for each other was radiating from them without restriction. It was as beautiful as it was mesmerising and Daisy released a dreamy sigh of her own as she slammed her locker shut at the sound of the school bell. As she made her way to English, she hoped one day, she would find someone who loved her like that.

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I Pretend You’re Mine-2

Chapter Two: We Learn to Live with the Pain (Mosaic Broken Hearts)

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A/N: Thanks so much for all of your support on Chapter One. I’m so excited that you love it as much as I do! Please let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list for this story. Also, not sure how I feel about this one. Be warned: I hate Jennifer Blake.

Derek and Rose’s ‘engagement’ was supposed to stay a secret between the four of them. So, naturally, all of her friends knew about it. Even if she tried (and she really, really wanted to) Rosalie couldn’t push the thought of the upcoming ruse to the back of her mind. Her friends wouldn’t let her.

It started out innocently enough. A ‘Hey Rosie, Derek looks hot, don’t you think’ here or a ‘Friends to lovers is the best, right Rosalie’ there. Rosalie was used to it. Ever since she returned to Beacon Hills and became close with all of Lydia’s friends, who had somehow become Derek’s in the span of years, they’d been relentless with their teasing of Derek and her.

The joking she could handle.

It was when they used Rosalie’s feelings for Derek for their own amusement that it really started to bug her.

Wednesday had been the day from hell. It all started in Rosalie’s first period class. One of her more bold students, captain of the lacrosse team, had greeted her not with his normal, ‘What up, Miss H?’. No, the boy strutted right in, stopped at her desk, and said, ‘How’s it going, Mrs. Hale?’ with a shit-eating grin. Alex Layhue was normally the last to arrive to class, right before the late bell rang, so, of course, all of Rose’s other students had heard him. And began to refer to her as Mrs. Hale. Which had spread like wildfire, and then all of the kids called Rosalie by Derek’s surname.

 It only stopped once she’d threatened detention. By the time eighth period was over, Rosalie was fuming and ready to stomp right out onto the lacrosse field to give her good friend, Assistant Lacrosse Coach Scott McCall, a piece of her mind. Instead, Rosalie raced out the door as soon as she was allowed to leave, forgoing her normal after-school visit to Derek’s classroom.

Rosalie’d reached her apartment, eternally thankful that the shitshow was over, when she had spotted it: a poorly taped rose on the front door, with a sign next to it. A rather crude sign.

Congrats on the D(erek). Love, Isaac. The words were bad enough. Isaac had to go and include a rather accurate drawing of Derek as a, um, d.

She had ripped the sign off the front door, threw it into the wastebasket under the kitchen sink, then punched the damned thing a few more times for good measure.

Then, Rose had called and screamed at Isaac. She couldn’t remember what was said in her anger, but Rosalie knew that a few choice words were thrown in, along with ‘obscene’, ‘tasteless’ and ‘terrible friend’.

Isaac showed up at the woman’s front door an hour after the ‘conversation’ holding a bottle of wine in one hand and takeout in another, a guilty smile on his face. Rosalie forgave him. Eventually.

That night, she’d had a very vivid dream about Derek’s dick. Rosalie woke up the next morning, covered in sweat, and knew that if she saw Derek she would spontaneously combust, and, well, other things that she didn’t want to even ponder.

So, Rosalie spent the rest of the week eating lunch in her car, leaving right after the final bell, and basically avoiding her best friend at all costs.

Until today. Rosalie had been waiting all week to watch this movie, and she would be damned if the deafening bang of construction across the street from her apartment building would keep her from Peter Kavinsky.

The door to the loft slid open, and Derek sauntered in, hands full with grocery bags. He paused at the sight of Rosalie, his face contorted in disgust.

“Get that shit off my TV!” he grumbled.

Rosalie paused the movie, looking up at him with a sharp glare. “It is not shit, Derek Sebastian Hale. It is romance. You wouldn’t know romance if it bit you in the ass.”

Derek scoffed. “Oh yeah? Remember, my senior year, when I showed up in front of my ex’s house all John Hughes-like and quoted Shakespeare at her like a total douche?”

“Mmm, yeah. And that went over swimmingly, didn’t it, Romeo? I specifically remember having to clean the cut on your forehead from the rock that she threw at you.” Rosalie snorted.

 Derek ignored her, hauling the bags into the kitchen and shoving items into cabinets. Rose joined him, grabbing a bag of refrigerated foods. As she pulled out the milk, a slip of paper flittered to the ground. She reached down to grab it, stopping short when she found that a phone number was written on the back of the receipt.

“Elena Soto gave you her phone number?” Rosalie asked Derek.

Damn. Rosalie suspected that Elena was after Derek since the day that the new Spanish teacher started at BHHS. Two weeks ago. Girl had game, Rosalie gave her that.

Derek put down the box of noodles in his hand and scratched the back of his neck, looking everywhere but at his friend. Rosalie could see a hint of pink on his cheekbones and wondered if the man had actually gotten a sunburn after years of making fun of her for her lobster-tone skin in the summertime.

“Yeah. She, uh, asked me out to dinner next Saturday night.”

Rosalie straightened herself back up and busied with putting food in the fridge. She feigned nonchalance, asking, “And what did you say?”

“I told her thank you, but I’ll be in Hawaii… with you.”

The woman hid her smug smile in the inside of the refrigerator. Serves Elena right. “I thought you’d forgotten. Since you haven’t, you know, even brought it up since Disneyland.”

“I didn’t forget. And it’s not like you brought it up, either.”

True. Rosalie was avoiding that discussion like the plague. She knew that she’d be able to pull of fake fiancée. She’d had feelings for Derek that were successfully repressed since she was sixteen. But Derek… he’d made it very clear that he felt nothing more than familial love towards Rosalie. How could he convincingly play madly in love with her?

“I’m sorry I cockblocked your hot date with Senorita Soto,” Rose confessed, tone sounding more harsh than intended.

“Rosalie.”

She pulled her head out of the fridge and shut the door. The BB-8 magnet her  niece bought him at Disney was displayed proudly towards the top. Rosalie studied it as an excuse to not look at Derek, lest he catch onto her jealousy.

She was losing her touch. Rosalie had built an excellent poker face over the years, and she let her friends’ suggestions and one bold woman break it. Rose had to up her game.

“Rosalie, you know I didn’t mean it like that. It’s why I didn’t bring Elena up. You’re my best friend. You know I’d do anything for you.”

Rosalie smiled deviously up at him, all thoughts of Elena Soto gone and replaced again with Peter Kavinsky. “Does that include watching my romcom?”

Derek rolled his eyes with a playful smile. He eventually gave in after Rose told him she would buy them a pizza.

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 Rosalie tried to enjoy the movie, but one thought plagued her mind like some annoyingly catchy song.

 Fake dating contract. It was so cringey she didn’t want to bring it up. But she did anyways.

 “Hey Derek? This sounds so stupid, but since you and I are two adults playing pretend, don’t you think you and I should, you know, come up with rules for our charade?” Rosalie shoved pizza in her face to distract herself from any comment that would come next.

Derek laughed. “Yeah, ok, Lara Jean Comey.”

“It’s Covey, not Comey… and I’m serious, Der. You and I have both been shit on by our significant others. Don’t you think it would be good for us to come up with some kind of guidelines, so this doesn’t get out of hand and neither of us get hurt?”

Derek sighed, putting his plate down on the coffee table and giving Rosalie his full attention. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Rosalie bit her lip, thinking. When she came up with nothing, she asked, “Do you have any dealbreakers?”

“I’m not making Drew jealous,” he swiftly announced.

Rosalie’s eyes shot up to his. “I’m not in love with Drew anymore, so there’s no need to make him jealous.”

“Thank God. What about you?”

She ignored the former comment. Rose did have a dealbreaker. She knew it would sound totally prudish on her end, but Rosalie knew her limits.

“No… No kissing.”

“What do you mean no kissing? Like, I can’t kiss you at all, or no tongue? Because I sure as hell know that we won’t be believable if I can’t kiss you.”

“And how would you know that?”

Derek pursed his lips. “I remember having an in-depth conversation with your brother about how gross you and Drew were together.”

Rosalie gaped at him. “And you didn’t stick your tongue down Jennifer’s throat at your engagement party?! It was like witnessing some messed-up porno. And, in my defense, Drew initiated every public—”

“I did not have my tongue down Jen’s throat!”

“Then why did Laura tell you two to get a room?”

Derek scowled. “Moving on…”

“Ok, rule 1: yes, to kissing. No tongue.” Rose ticked on her finger. “Two, no checking out other women. Like, at all.”

“You think I would do that when I’m engaged? I’m not a total dick.”

“I know that Derek. I’m just saying, when you were younger—”

“When I was younger. I’ve matured a lot since I was eighteen.”

She smacked his shoulder playfully. “You sure about that, Mr. I-throw-a-tantrum-every-time-I-lose-to-Scott-at-pool?”

“Shut up.”

“You can’t deny it, Hale. I know you too well… anything else to add?”

“No sex,” Derek said so suddenly that Rosalie about fell out of her spot on the couch.

“I…” She started, but couldn’t formulate a sentence, so she just nodded her agreement.

They sat in silence for a while, Rosalie processing what the hell happened.

“Let me warn you now. I don’t know how to be a good fiancé,” Derek added so softly that Rosalie might have missed it if she wasn’t so in tune with him.

“Derek…” She looked up to meet his green eyes, full of turmoil, of ghosts of past hurts. A haunted look that Rosalie knew too well. Only because she wore it too, late at night when she was alone with her demons.

Rosalie’s heart broke for him, and she pulled him into a hug. Derek was rarely vulnerable, preferring to keep those emotions locked tight. Rosalie was thankful that he opened himself up enough to let her see that side of him.

“You were a good fiancé, Der. It wasn’t your fault, that it ended. Jennifer was a bitch… I knew she wasn’t good for you,” Rosalie whispered into his shoulder, squeezing him tight so he knew that she meant every word.

Derek’s hot breath fanned over Rose’s neck as he spoke. “Then why didn’t you tell me?”

She pulled away from him, leaving her hands on his shoulders. Rosalie set him with an unimpressed look. “Would you have listened?”

Derek shook his head, a small smile overtaking the once hard line of his lips. “Nah, probably not.”

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[allthingsfangirl101]

Kisses On The Lacrosse Field–Peter Kavinsky

Peter's POV

I looked over to see Y/N studying her notes for the test we had next week. I let out a small laugh, making her look up at me.

"What?" She asked, innocently. I reached up and tucked a piece of hair that had fallen in front of her face behind her ear.

"You have been studying your notes since the second we sat down. You haven't even taken your lunch out of your backpack."

"Well, you know Mr. Kellen and how his tests are," she sighed.

"True," I shrugged. "But I also know that out of all the people in our class, you are the last person who needs to worry about this test. And it's next week."

I sighed before taking her notebook and holding it out of her reach. She looked up at me and pouted as I tucked it into my backpack and closed the zipper.

"Peter," she sighed, holding her hand out. "Give it back. Please? I need to study."

"What you need to do is eat. And pay attention to me." I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers. I frowned as she quickly pulled away, looking around nervously like she was afraid we would get in trouble or something.

"What?" I asked as I leaned back and studied her red cheeks. She played with her hands, avoiding my gaze.

"Nothing," she stuttered.

I reached over and cupped her cheek in my hand, turning her head so she was looking at me. "It's obviously not nothing," I said softly. My face fell as she pulled out of my hold. Again.

"Are you," I stuttered. "Are you embarrassed? Do you not want to be seen with me or something?"

"No," she said quickly. "It's not that."

"Then what is it?"

"I just," she stuttered. I waited for her to continue, but she didn't.

"Y/N, what's going on? Did I do something? I was just joking with taking your notebook."

"I know," she said. I watched as she hesitated to grab my hand and decided not to at the last minute. "I just. . . I'm not a big fan of PDA."

"PDA?" I asked, not believing her. "We hold hands as we walk to class all the time."

"Yeah," she said, her voice softening. "It's not that."

"Then what is it?" I scooted away from her when it clicked. "You don't like kissing me at school."

She bit her lip, looking at me with sad eyes. "You're embarrassed to be with me."

"No," she said quickly. "It's not like that, Peter. I'm just not comfortable kissing at school."

"Really?" I scoffed before I could stop myself. "I seem to remember walking past you and Jack making out every day at your locker."

"Jack?" She said, her voice breaking. "Peter, he was my boyfriend freshman year. We broke up because he wanted to sleep with me and I wasn't ready. You. . . You know that. Why would you bring him up?"

"Because you didn't have a problem with PDA at school back then, but you do now. So, you must have a problem with kissing me at school."

I stood up, took her notebook out of my bag and plopped it on the table. "Here," I said as I zipped my backpack up.

"Peter," she said softly. "Can we talk about this?"

"Can't," I said shortly, not looking at her. "I'll. . . I'll see you later. I've got to talk to Coach about something before practice."

"Peter," her voice got caught in her throat as I walked away. "I'm sorry," she mumbled before I was out of earshot.

* * * * *

"Hey, Kavinsky!"

I looked up from the goal, slowly pulling my helmet off my head to see Y/N walking onto the field.

"Y/N," I said slowly. "What are you doing here?"

"Proving you wrong," she smirked as she got to me. Before I could say anything, she grabbed my face and pressed her lips to mine. I instantly started kissing her back, wrapping my arms around her waist.

Our lips moved in sync as she slowly wrapped her arms around my neck. I completely forgot I was in the middle of practice as I slipped my tongue into her mouth.

When I finally remembered where we were, I was the first to pull away. "What's wrong, babe?" She asked, her voice soft and sexy.

"It's just. . . " I stuttered. I looked down at her, my head still spinning. "I'm in the middle of practice."

"Now who's embarrassed?" She looked up at me, a smirk on her swollen lips. She stood on her toes and pressed another kiss to my lips. She pulled away sooner than I would've liked.

"Meet me at my house after practice," she whispered.

Y/N winked before turning around and walking off the field, every guys' eyes looking at me before drifting to her. I laughed as I awkwardly scratched the back of my head.

"Hey!" I yelled at them. "She's taken."

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[haileygarciasunshine]

Holidays

Pairing: Peter Kavinsky x Reader

Word Count: 1,347

Warning: None

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Since today is a Holiday, I hope you enjoy this PK Holiday Fluff Imagine!

Also I may or may not have been drinking while writing this🤷‍♀️🥺🥴

The air was filled with the sweet aroma of baked goods, the smell instantly caused your stomach to growl. Rolling over, you glanced at the clock. 6:30am.

Of course, your mom would be up cooking for your holiday meal. Groaning, you got up, slipping on your slippers, you made your way downstairs, ignoring the dinging from your phone.

“Good morning, sunshine.”

You groaned in response. The warm aroma of some of the food cooking, filled the air. 

“It smells good, mom.”

“Thanks, honey!”

You didn’t want to press your luck, deciding it would be best to head back to your room. 

As soon as you made your way back to your room, you checked your phone. Your texts were all from the same person. Peter.

Peter: Are you awake? 5:30am

Peter: I can smell your moms cooking all the way over here. 5:45am

Ding

Peter: Unlock your window, I’m coming up. 6:45am

Suddenly, Peter was climbing through your window. Not making a move, he lifted up the blankets and joined you underneath them. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pressed his broad chest into your back, practically feeling each and every muscle in his chest. His thighs, nudged yours during the process of making himself comfortable. Soon after, his legs tangled themselves with yours. His warmth was radiating off his body, causing your body to send shivers down your spine. 

His face was buried in your neck, his hot breath dancing across your neck being the only thing you could constraint on. 

“Hi.” His husky voice barley whispered.

Giggling at the man cuddling you, “Hi.” you replied. 

Both of you greeted sleep as an old friend, before a blanket of drowsiness, enveloped you.

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After the mini nap that you and Peter had, it was time to get ready and venture downstairs to interact with your family that had come over to celebrate.

“Y/N!” A soft knock along with a soft voice, sounded through your door, “It’s time to get up. The family will be arriving soon.” 

Your mom startled both you and Peter awake. 

Sighing you broke the silence, “Peter.” You turned around in his embrace, “I have to get ready.”

“I know.” He responded reluctantly, “You’re beautiful, just the way you are.” He said honestly, bringing his hand up to your face.

Scoffing, you said bitterly, “You’re saying that because you have to, Peter.” Sighing, “That’s your job as my best friend.”

Frowning, he was about to say something, but you cut him off, “I don’t need your sympathy.” 

Getting up from your bed, you made your way to the bathroom that was connected to your bedroom. 

As the scalding hot water pelted your back, you couldn’t shake your thoughts of Peter. Normally, Peter, would argue that his compliments weren’t sympathy by any means, however today he looked genuinely hurt and sadden by your comment. Throughout the years of friendship you had with Peter, you had begun to develop feelings for him. He was a flirtatious guy who was way out of your league, in your opinion. 

Getting out of the shower, Peter was no longer in your room. Sadness overwhelmed you, torn between wanting Peter to wait for you and wanting Peter to leave you alone in peace.

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You had gone with curling your hair versus straightening it or leaving it up. It was a special occasion after all. Deciding a white dress with baby pink roses with a strapped sweetheart neckline was safe, you paired it with a pair of laced black stiletto heels. 

As soon as you made your way down the stairs, your aunts and uncles greeted you with hugs and questions about your love life. Thankfully, your cousins whisked you away with them as they claimed the back patio as their sanctuary away from the older adults of the family. 

“So, is it true?” 

Looking up from your phone, you looked at your younger cousin with a confused expression. 

Rolling her eyes, she clarified, “Is it true that you and Peter are dating?”

Scoffing you rolled your eyes. Your mom called you before you could respond. She was standing at the door holding a bouquet of flowers, from the person standing on the other side of the door. The familiar cologne smell, filled your senses. 

Opening the door wider, you were met with the tall broad shoulder man. 

“Peter?” You questioned softly.

He nervously, scratched the back of his neck. “Uh... Hey, Y/N.”

He was standing at your door, in a black tux. His jaw dropped at the sight of you, “Woah...Y/N.... You look.... You look beautiful...”  

You could feel the heat from the blush that had danced across your cheeks. You were shifting your weight uncomfortably, from foot to foot, avoiding Peter’s gaze on you.

“Uh....Thank you, Peter.” 

“Please, Peter. Come in and join us. There’s more than enough food.” Your mom interjected the awkward moment between the both of you, stepping away to join the conversation that was in the livingroom.

Stepping aside, Peter came in the house. Both of you stood there in awkwardness for what felt like forever.

“Uh... My... My cousins are sitting in the back if you want to come?” Your comment sounded more like a nervous question. 

Chuckling lightly, Peter nodded his head. Unexpectedly, he leaned forward placing his silk like lips on your cheek, causing you to gawk at him when he pulled away.

Taking his hand, you lead him to the sliding back door, before the both of you existed to join the rest of the group that was your age.

“Peter?” “Peter!”

Y/C/N was the most excited to see Peter. As, you were walking down the steps, you had tripped causing you to fly forward, luckily, Peter was fast on his heels, and caught you mid trip. His hands had an iron grip on your waist, while your shoulder had collided with his, causing your arms to wrap around his shoulders. Not thinking that his face was now buried in your chest. Lifting you the rest of the way down the stairs, Peter turned to face you, “Are you okay?”

His eyes were mesmerizing, you could stand there for hours, lost in his eyes and how they shined bright, like the stars did at night. 

“Huh? Oh...Yeah...Thanks.”  You said, gathering yourself, while smoothing down your dress as if it had wrinkles.  

Peter, pulled out your chair for you, while joining you in the seat beside you.

“So, Peter?” Y/C/N questioned.

Peter hummed in response. 

“Are you and Y/N together?”

You and Peter subtly looked at each other. 

It would be a long night of questioning from your relatives about the nature of yours and Peters relationship.

____________________________________________________________ Peter had stayed behind, helping you and your mom with dishes from the meal that she had prepared.

After awhile, she had dismissed both of you. Taking the opportunity, you both ran up to your room, exhausted from dodging all the questions from your relatives.

Once you entered your room, you turned to Peter, “Why did you stay?”

It was his turn to scoff. “Why wouldn’t I, Y/N?”

Frowning you couldn’t think of a good answer.

Taking steps forward, you met him with steps backward, in no time you were abruptly stopped when your butt met the edge of your desk. Peter took the advantage, trapping you between his hands, that were currently resting on either side of you on the desk.

“I like you.” He licked his lips hungrily, “Why else would I endure endless questions about our relationship from your family?”

His eyes looked at your lips, silently asking for permission to kiss you. Slightly leaning towards him was all the approval he needed. Lifting you up swiftly, he placed you on your desk. 

His silk lips met your soft ones, causing a moan from the both of you. 

His large hand griped your calf softly. Lifting it up, he tried to unlace your heels from your leg. 

Getting frustrated he exclaimed, “How do you get these off?” He said frustrated, causing you to giggle before removing them yourself. 

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Lara Jean and prompt 51 and 68 pls

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Lara Jean Covey x Gender Neutral Reader

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I knew Lara Jean was a hopeless romantic, and I knew she fell in love easily. But why couldn’t that be me? Why couldn’t she focus her attention on me? Was our friendship far too strong for her to see me any other way? Were my feelings too subtle or too impossible to be reciprocated? 

I intently listened to everything she was telling me, nodding my head to further express I was paying attention. When she was done talking, Lara Jean shrugged her shoulders and smiled at me. 

“Yeah, I get it” I replied, absently looking ahead of me to avoid her eyes. That way, I also made sure I didn’t run into anyone on the high school halls. “Something similar happened to me”

We stopped before her locker, and I continued talking as I waited for her to pick up her stuff. I had already grabbed everything I would need for the next few classes.

Lara Jean nodded her head as I spoke, however her eyes were settled on someone else. Peter Kavinsky, that guy she had accidentally sent a love letter to and who seemed to be her crush.

“You’re staring” I muttered, starting to get annoyed that he seemed so interesting to her. 

“Huh?” She mumbled, still watching him.

“Hey” I tapped her in the shoulder until she loooked at me again. “Did you hear what I just said?”

“No, sorry...” Lara Jean bashfully put her hair behind her head. “Say that again?”

“You never listen to me!” I suddenly exclaimed, moved by an overwhelming jealousy. It was hard enough fighting my feelings for her, but it was actually painful to have to compete with him for her affection.

“What? Y/N, that’s not true” For a moment, she looked genuinely hurt, and I frowned and felt incredibly guilty for what I said. I didn’t mean it.

“Y-You’re right, I’m sorry” Frustrated, I passed a hand over my face.

“What’s wrong, are you okay?” She took my hand and held it tight.

“I’m just... Whenever he’s around you don’t pay as much attention to me” My free hand pointed to Kavinsky’s general direction, and she followed it until she realized what I was talking about.

Lara Jean made a pause and a mysterious grin slowly grew on her lips.

“Are you jealous?” She finally asked, tilting her head to observe me.

“W-What?” Heat suddenly arrived to my cheeks. “No, don’t be silly!”

“I’ll try not to ogle at Peter, if that makes you feel better” Lara Jean joked, making me smile a little. “You know you’re really important to me, Y/N”

“I know” I sighed in relief, squeezing her hand as well. “Thanks, Lara Jean”

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[pinkykitten]

hey can I get a ship with on my block, to all the boys I've loved before and marvel?? I'm a spanish girl, brunette with short hair, my eyes are brown and im a curvy girl, I'm really insecure about my self and I'm im really funny and protective with the people I love,I love cuddles, kisses and all that things, I dance, I'm really good at makeup and I love music. I really dont have a type? like I just want a person who loves me for what I am because I'm not perfect. Thank you so much 💜

hola fellow latina! you sound like a true romantic.

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ON MY BLOCK - CESAR DIAZ 

first of all hispanic ugh hello youd fit right in the group sis. cesar would see you a notice how timid you are and super chill and thats different from his CRAZY STRESSFUL CRAZY OF A BROTHER i mean stressful gang life and when he gets to know you he loves how its so easy to talk to you. you are so smart and you dont care about the material things of this world, all you care about are your friends safety and that shows a lot to cesar. when he sees how protective you are of your friends he smiles and thinks thats super attractive because what he was taught from spooky is when you make your own gang your own group you do anything to protect them and keep them safe. he cant see how your insecure because he thinks youre beautiful inside and out honey yasss own that lol sorryimtoomuchillbequiet. he tries to prove your beauty all the time and show you how special you are to him and when he like almost dying on the streets he went to you for comfort but he tried not to worry you cause he know you are super protective of him. loves cuddling with you and when you cuddle with him its like he won the lottery. omg sis you love dancing are you sure you love dancing cause you know with us hispanics thats pretty much meant you have opened yourself to a new cult im just sayin. when your friends and cesar realize sh*t this girl can dance heck they pretty much make you the spot light at olivia’s quinceanera. and jasmine kinda gets crazy with you which cesar always apologizes for cause lets be honest jasmine cray cray but we love her so much she is like the best person. and at the valentines day dance cesar loves to get *cough* super sexual with his dances so its sensual and romantic. and also cesar likes that you are imperfect cuz he da*n well aint perfect either but cesar doesnt want that he just wants his girl by his side and love on her. also with the makeup you always whether in the store or buying products new you always try it first on cesar, he looks very beautiful. but even at home you did a makeup look on him and cesar then did you lets just say you looked a little like un chola had sex with a kardashian and it did not look good. 

TO ALL THE BOYS I’VE LOVED BEFORE - PETER KAVINSKY

my man is about that party life style and being super popular it hurts my homeschool heart. but you show no really interest in the cool kid you legit are minding your own business and that kinda shocks peter cuz everybody wants to know him get his phone number everything but you are so different from the other girls. he likes how you have your own style. in this time in highschool kids are bullies and are hurting other kids and he sees you are kind to everyone around you and will stand up to bullies when they are hurting your friends. he knows some of his friends are fake and are just with him cuz hes popular so you make him rethink this whole friend thing. he takes you on so many dance dates cuz he loves to watch you move. like during a boardwalk date if there is music playing there he loves that you wring him over and dance with him like the feeling of having your presence and you in his arm makes him melt. you love kisses well so does this light pole! he gives you forehead kisses, cheek kisses, lips kisses, every where kisses and in public because he wants you to see that you mean so much to him. he kinda crazy tho cuz if you start with how your insecure peter will legit scream on the top of his lungs any where dont matter if its school or a restaurant he will scream how much he loves you and tell everyone that you are his girl. peter is always taking you out to buy makeup he thinks youre the best at it so he takes you to all the shops and you can buy whatever. 

MARVEL - PETER MAXIMOFF

another peter i love this boy too much like fam fam fam look at my boi! ok peter is like a child that ate 2,000 churros and skittles at the same time he is like a boi on a sugar rush and you go with the flow of things but he on another level that no one can achieve. he talks super fast with you because hes nervous and hes peter. loves to play pac man oh im sorry MS. pac man but why is it called man idk i DONT MAKE THE RULES. anywho when you are playing that game he likes to go behind you and kiss behind your ear your neck a top your head and just have his hands all over you rubbing on you. one day as a prank peter legit makes it look like he messed with your makeup and he has a stupid dopey smile on his face. you wanna beat his a*s but then he shows it was a prank. loves to show off that hes an x men and that he works with frickin hank and professor x like he thinks he a million bucks. you love to dance but not with him he dances sometimes too fast but when he is serious and romantic peter will take things slow even though he wants to carve his heart out and make it run a 3,000k run. he runs to the store for you to buy you whatever you want makeup food music he just loves to see your smile. he cant see why your insecure because he finds you so precious and gorgeous that when you talk like that he usually does something super extra why oh why did god grant you these powers peter. peter runs really fast on the street cement so fast to the point where there are like tire marks and it says that he loves you forever and ever and so the whole world can see it. he also does this thing like when hes in trouble he will run past you nonnie super fast and in circles so you dont catch him. peter loves to cuddle with you and he is very protective over you and whenever youre in trouble or hurt he will come to the rescue first cuz you are the love of his life but then cuz he is an x-men and he will make sure you laugh and are always happy with him and he will always protect you and keep you safe. 

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Plastic Heart - Part 7

Namjoon x Reader Author: Mo Summary: When you get the highly-anticipated BTS dolls for Christmas, your life takes a turn in a way you never could have expected. Note: Bro listen, you are not PREPARED for parts 8 and 9. I’m writing them right now and oooooooof I’m so excited. Warnings: None? Fluff. Word Count: 1.4k

Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

“Okay, so, this is one of my really old phones. I put my number in it. It doesn’t get service anymore, but it should work on the WiFi. Also, it has buttons instead of a touch screen, so you can actually use it.” You handed the phone to Yoongi, who was standing in the seven-member line-up. You were leaving for class in a few minutes, and this would be the first time you’d leave them alone for an extended period of time since you found out that they were alive. “If anything happens, text me and I’ll call you as soon as I can, okay?”

“We’ll be fine, (Y/N), really. We’ve lasted this long.” Yoongi chuckled, setting down the giant device.

“That’s not reassuring in the slightest.” You sighed, looking at each of them for a second. “You can play with the Playstation as much as you like, and I dug up my Gameboy if you want to play some games on that too. Stay away from the oven. Don’t do anything stupid.”

“Why did you look at me when you said that?” Jungkook’s eyes narrowed.

“I didn’t mean--”

“I’m offended.”

“Shut up.” Jin gave him a little shove. “Let her finish. We don’t want her to be late for class.”

“Thank you, Jin. Alright, I think I covered everything…” You ran through the list in your head, and sure enough, there wasn’t anything else you could think of that mattered enough to address. “Oh, right, Namjoon is in charge.”

You winked at him and he swore he about passed out. “Y-yes, ma’am.” He gave a playful salute. “I’ll keep everything in order.”

“Alright, can I nap now?” Yoongi asked, yawning. How he managed to be tired while not actually physically requiring sleep, you’d never be sure.

“Yes, go to sleep Yoongi. Bye, guys. I’ll see you in like…” You checked your watch. “Five hours. And then we can have a movie night, alright?”

“Sounds good.” Namjoon nodded.

“Bye (Y/N)! I’ll miss you!” Jimin waved as soon as you picked up your bag and started walking towards the door.

“Bye, guys.”

And then you were gone again, leaving them alone in your apartment, this time with many more ways to entertain themselves while you were out. While Jungkook, Jin, Jimin, and Taehyung all scrambled to the Playstation to slay more dragons and Yoongi crawled into his new bed (complete with a bed frame AND a headboard and THREE more pillows) and Hoseok busied himself watching YouTube videos of BTS’ dance practices, Namjoon stood there with warm feelings swelling up in his little plastic chest.

You’d left him in charge. Him. Out of all seven of your options, you picked HIM to be in charge. Wow.

“You’re still in love with her, aren’t you?” Yoongi asked, his head on his pillows and his eyes closed. He didn’t even have to look at their leader to know that he was standing there with some dumb lovestruck look on his dimpled plastic face.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“You know, you’re STILL a foot tall and made of plastic.”

“I know both of those things, correct.” Namjoon stated. “It hasn’t stopped these...feelings yet, though. I’ll keep you posted.”

“Yoongi is right, Namjoon, you better figure that shit out.”

“Believe me, Hoseok, I would if I could. It’s not as easy as it sounds.”

And it became even harder when about two and a half hours later, you texted the phone you’d left for them.

(Y/N): Hey, Joon! Is everything alright at home?

His very first text message! He grinned when he read it, sliding the keyboard out so he could send a reply.

The Guys: It’s all good here! Thanks for checking in!

(Y/N): Good to hear. I’m on break now, about to go to my stats class. Let me know if you guys need anything!

The Guys: Will do! Have fun in class!

He didn’t know why he expected you to send another text. It was pretty clear the conversation was over, but he felt his heart sink when your communication was cut short. Yoongi was right. This was a problem. This silly little plastic crush of his spiraling out of control. He could only hope whenever you found out about it, you’d let him down gently.

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When you finally got home, the guys all rushed to stand in front of the door, bombarding you with declarations about how their day had gone while you were out at class.

“Wow, sounds like you guys had fun.” You laughed. “What movie do we want to watch tonight?”

“You can choose.” Taehyung told you, starting to walk over to the couch in front of the TV. “Jungkook and I were looking through them earlier and we...we’ve never seen a movie before, so that didn’t really help at all.”

“That is the saddest thing I think I’ve ever heard. You’ve never seen a movie???” You could feel your heart shattering as they all looked up at you with empty eyes. “Wow, we’re fixing that immediately. Just let me go make some popcorn. Go ahead and get settled on the couch, alright?”

“Okay.” Jin and Yoongi wandered over to the sofa while you went to the kitchen instead, setting a bag of popcorn in the microwave.

“How was class?” It was Namjoon. You could tell before you even turned around to look. Oddly enough, their voices all sounded like the voice of the member they looked like, so it was easy to pick them out.

“Good. We got assigned another paper, but it can wait until tomorrow. It’s not due for a few more days.” You told him. He walked across the hardwood floor, closer to you.

“Oh, alright.” He nodded. He wasn’t really sure what else to say; his imaginary little heart was pounding too loud for him to think.

“Do you…?” You motioned to the counter. He nodded, so you reached down so he could step into your hands and gently lifted him onto the smooth elevated surface. There, much better.

“What does popcorn taste like?” He wondered aloud, watching as the bag spun around and around in the humming microwave.

“It’s salty and buttery.” You told him. “It goes really well with sweet things, like M&Ms.”

“Mmm.” He hummed. That didn’t really answer his question, considering he didn’t know what salty, buttery, or sweet tasted like, but it was sweet that you were trying. “I really wish I could taste things, you know?”

“Yeah, that must suck. A lot. I’m really sorry you’re stuck like that, Joon.” You looked at him with a mix of empathy and longing on your face. “You deserve so much more.”

“I’m...I’m a toy, (Y/N). Whether I like it or not, that’s all I’ll ever be.”

You shook your head. “I think we both know you’re more than that. You are to me, at least.”

Namjoon felt something spark in his chest, your one little affirmation lighting a flame inside of him. What were all of these emotions you were pulling out of him? How were you able to just...make him FEEL things he’d never felt before? It had to be some kind of magic, he figured. Or maybe you were just something else, special in ways you didn’t even know.

The microwave beeping pulled him from his thoughts. You turned around and pulled the bag out, shaking it a few times before you opened it and poured it into a large bowl, sprinkling a few handfuls of M&Ms on top of it.

“Shoulder or hand?” You asked.

It took him a moment to figure out what you were asking, but after a second or two, he replied, “Shoulder,” letting you help him up onto your shoulder. He held on maybe a little tighter than was necessary. God, how he wished he could just hug you…

When the two of you got back to the living room, you plopped down in the empty spot they’d left you on the couch, kicking your legs up on the coffee table before booting up Netflix. You put on To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before, and the entire movie, Namjoon found himself longing, wishing beyond wishes that in some universe, he could be the Peter Kavinsky to your Lara Jean.

And yet, no matter how hard he wished, he knew it would never come true...

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Afraid of the Unexpected

Peter Kavinsky x Reader

Words: 1889

Part One

Summary: After the Ski Trip goes awry, you completely rethink your relationship with Peter. All the while, the entire school has turned against you according to the Gen’s plan. You team up with Lara Jean and try and figure things out before the can snowball any further.

Notes: Here it is! I really liked writing the first part of this story and I wanted to give it a happy ending. (I have also now realized that Gwen is actually Gen, so my bad! And I’ll be changing it for this fic) This is also the final part so I won’t be taking requests for more, however, it is going to be on a somewhat cliffhanger, so I might write some smaller sequels just for fun.

Your cousins were protective, to say the least. You were the only girl in the family with four older boy cousins, all very outdoorsy mountain men types. You spent the rest of the weekend surrounded by flannel clad towers of testosterone that wanted to take a pick axe to everyone at your school after hearing what happened. Despite their bear-like personalities, they made sure that you were comfortable all weekend, never letting your cup of hot chocolate run empty.

“How are you feeling?” Your oldest cousin, Adam, wondered, sitting down beside you on the porch. The morning air was brisk but you liked it. You shrugged. “I’m fine.” He chuckled.

“I know you too well, Y/N. You are so not fine.” He leaned forward in his seat. “Has your friend tried to contact you?”

“If you mean texts, emails, calls, and every other known communications device on the planet… then yes.” You sighed. Peter had been trying to get a hold of you from the moment that you left the lodge. The school would be driving back today. He’d be riding the bus alone. With Gen. You felt a sick feeling creeping its way into your stomach. You couldn’t tell if it was guilt for not responding or the impending doom that you would eventually have to see him again. To see everyone again. You weren’t sure if you could face it.

“So who’s ass are we kicking on Monday?” Sam, the more rambunctious of the four, asked, plopping down next to you.

“You are not kicking anybody’s ass.” You objected. He pouted and took a bite of his muffin. “Seriously, you guys have done enough for me. I definitely don’t want to add assault to the list.” The twins, Sawyer and Simon, were only a few years older than you were the last two to join.

“That’s to bad. We were so looking forward to meeting your boyfriend.” Sawyer joked, earning a stern look from his oldest brother. You stared out at the mountains surrounding the cabin and sighed. None of this was ever supposed to happen. You never should have let Peter convince you to go on that stupid trip.

The first day back from break, Peter searched the halls for you, but he wasn’t able to get far without Gen appearing in front of him with a satisfied look on her face. He shook his head and pushed passed her, clenching his fists.

“You’ll be lucky if she shows her face again.” Gen called after him. “This school has enough sluts without her.” Peter froze, still facing away from her. “I mean, she’s probably slept with half the guys in school. After that kiss at the lake, you’d better either get in line or get away from her before she fucks you over to.” Now Peter turned around, fuming.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Gen?” He spat. “Y/N never did anything to you. She was quiet and sweet and kind. She was a better person and a better friend than you will ever be.” He stepped forward so that their faces were only inches apart. “I don’t know why I ever dated you.”

He went to his first class, leaving Gen gaping and alone in the middle of the hall. Once everyone was gone, you stepped out from behind the bathroom door, having heard the entire encounter. You couldn’t breathe. He defended you. Not only that, but he stood up to Gen for you. Your mind reeled as you stepped slowly out into the hallway, only to be intercepted by Lara Jean.

“Why the hell haven’t you been answering your phone?” She exclaimed.

“I’m sorry,” You sighed, “After Peter kept calling me, I just turned it off.” She took your hand and ushered you into an empty classroom.

“You can’t just keep avoiding him. He was a mess on the ride home.” She sat on one of the desks and you did the same beside her.

“You think I don’t feel guilty about just leaving like that?” You sniffed, feeling all of the emotions come rushing back. “That I haven’t wanted to pick up the phone every time he called?” You blinked back tears and tapped your fingers on the desktop. “But I don’t know what I would say.” She blew out a breath and moved so she was standing in front of you.

“Look,” She began sternly, “I know that you’re all about schedules and planning and knowing what’s going to happen next, but you aren’t going to make it through life being afraid of the unexpected. You need to tell him how you feel, and don’t think I don’t know.”

“We’re just friends, Lara Jean!” You exclaimed. “That’s all I’ll ever be to him. I’m the weird girl with her nose stuck in her journals and he’s the all-star lacrosse player. It’s a miracle he even wanted to be friends with me, let alone something more.” You looked down at the floor and Lara Jean put her hands on your shoulders.

“You are so much more than that. And if you really think Peter cares about your differences, then you don’t give him enough credit.” Her eyes were filled with sincerity and you couldn’t decide if that made you feel better or worse. “Now man up and go tell him that you love him.”

“Lara!” You exclaimed, blush rushing to your cheeks. She smirked.

“Let’s go.”

You’d managed to avoid him for most of the morning because you didn’t have any classes together. It wasn’t until lunch that you came face to face. His eyes were filled with so many emotions, you didn’t know which hurt more- the confusion, the pain, or the utter sadness. You took a deep breath, and with the support of Lara Jean standing beside you, you didn’t run.

“Hey,” He greeted softly.

“Hi.”  You replied awkwardly. Lara Jean nudged you forward. You took a deep breath. “Can we talk?” A small spark of hope broke through all of the sadness in his eyes.

“Hey Y/L/N!” A voice called out from across the cafeteria. You turned around to see Curt Landon and his friends, making kissing faces and lifting up their shirts, moaning loudly. Peter’s fists clenched and he started towards them.

“Peter don’t.” You grabbed his arm. You felt a hand smack your ass as another one of Curt’s friends passed by and the group of guys erupted with cheers and laughter. Peter grabbed the back collar of the boy’s shirt and turned him around. Before the boy could react, Peter’s fist collided with his nose. “Peter!” You yelled. Lara Jean pulled you out of the way just before the fight began.

“Oh my god,” She gasped as you watched the fists fly and blood spurt from both boys’ mouths.

“Peter stop it!” You cried, the entire cafeteria egging them on with shouts and cheering. It wasn’t until two teachers burst through the crowd of gathered students that they were able to break the two apart. Peter looked at the tears streaming down your face and guilt washed over his features as he was dragged off to the principal's office. Everything was spiraling out of control and as you fled the cafeteria, Gen’s glare did not go unnoticed.

“You think you're so much better than me, don’t you?” She spat, following you and Lara Jean out of the cafeteria. “You keep to yourself because nobody else can stand being around you. He’s never going to care about you.” Lara Jean kept walking, ignoring her words, but you stopped and turned around.

“You know what your problem is, Gen?” You asked. She seemed taken aback like she hadn’t expected you to respond. But her surprise was just replaced by more haughty anger. “You are so scared of being alone that you tear down anyone that you decide poses a threat, even if it pushes people away. If you were just kind, if you just treated people like a decent human being, maybe you wouldn’t be so alone.” You shook your head with a bitter laugh. “I feel bad for you.”

Without another word, you left with Lara Jean, feeling oddly powerful. You finally realized that Gen couldn’t hurt you. She was just a mean girl from high school that you would forget in two years. She had no power of you and you couldn’t help but smile.

You were leaning on the hood of his car when he finally made his way out to the parking lot. He’d be getting a week of detention for fighting, but the other boy got three days suspension for the added sexual harassment. They’d also be investigating Gen and Curt and the rest of his friends that were involved. Everything was resolved except for one thing.

“How are you feeling?” You wondered, noticing his black eye and bruised jaw.

“You should see the other guy.” He chuckled, pulling himself up onto the hood as well.

“Not that I’m okay with you fighting,” You started, looking up at him, “but thanks.” He shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant.

“Guys should never treat a girl like that.” He stated plainly. “And at the lodge, I wanted to punch all of those assholes, but I needed to go after you. When you left, I didn’t really know what to do.”

“I shouldn’t have run off like that.” You felt shame rise in your cheeks. “I don’t want you to feel like it was your fault, because it wasn’t. I was just so confused and hurt and I felt like you wouldn’t look at me the same way-”

“I like you.” He interrupted you. You froze. “A lot. I think I always have. This whole thing with Curt doesn’t change that.” You couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your lips and the corner of his lips lifted into a crooked smile. You sighed with a laugh.

“The funny thing is, it isn’t even true.” You ran a hand through your hair and he jumped back down onto the pavement, standing in front of you. “We went on one date and when he kissed me and started putting his hands up my shirt, I told him to take me home and we never went out again.”

“Son of a bitch.” Peter scoffed angrily. You shrugged.

“I’ve gotten over it. Some guys just can’t deal with being rejected, I guess.” You were surprised when his fingers started to lace themselves through yours.

“I’ve been wanting to talk to you about the kiss.” He began awkwardly. “I never thought it was a mistake. I was hoping that you feel the same way.” You nodded. You weren’t afraid anymore. He grinned and the two of you leaned in, your lips finding each other with purpose. It felt right. He was your best friend and you were in love with him. Sure things would be complicated, but you didn’t care. Sometimes life is unexpected, but it's often the surprises that make it worthwhile. It wasn’t until you heard the roaring engine that the two of you broke apart.

“Oh no.” You gasped, watching the two massive pickup trucks drive into the parking lot. Peter looked at them with a confused expression as four guys started walking towards you.

“Who are they?” he wondered. You gulped.

“My cousins.”

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[magicalmarauder]

Forever and Always

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You: thanks. goodnight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I believe you,” you whispered softly.

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

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

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

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

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

He pouted. “Must we, really?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[honestdreams]

Attached at The Hip | Peter Kavinsky

The music pounded loudly against my ears as I danced with Lara Jean, holding hands to stay close together while we sipped from the classic red solo cups in our opposite hands.

“Hey where’s Peter?” Lara Jean whispered into my ear, trying to talk over the loud music.

I looked around, trying to spot my tall brown haired boyfriend in the sea full of people, but saw none of his familiar curls.

“Umm I’m not sure. He was talking to his boys before but now he’s not even in the same room anymore.” I shrugged and pouted.

“That’s surprising. Usually you guys are attached to the hip.” She teased.

I blushed at her comment but smiled to myself, before leaning close to whisper in her ear again, “I’m going to go look for him.”

She nodded and let go of my hand, letting me go off. I carried my drink over people’s heads, afraid I was going to spill it if I didn’t, being my clumsy self as I squeezed my way out of the room.

I noticed Greg still playing beer bong near the pool and asked him where Peter went. “Pete? I think he said something about the bathroom.” He shot over his shoulder before scoring and earning a cheer from his team mates.

I sighed and headed upstairs to the bathroom. Freezing when I hear two familiar voices from outside of the bathroom, Peter…and Gen? His ex-girlfriend.

I held my breath, hoping this wasn’t my worst fears come to life. I quickly opened the door and felt my heart shatter.

Gen was pressed up against the counter, no space between her and him. Their bodies nearly intertwined, especially with Peter’s almost undone shirt and the closeness of their faces.

I knew I had walked in on something I shouldn’t have.

“Sorry, I was just looking for my boyfriend, but I guess he’s not in here.”

I quickly slammed the door and ran, wanting to leave the party immediately; not caring that I almost ran into people, and the yelling of my name from both Peter and Lara Jean.

I got my coat and threw open the front door, brushing away my tears as I chucked on my jacket, texting my mom to come pick me up, just wanting to put space between Peter and I, but a hand around my wrist stopped me from getting any further away.

“Please baby please. Let me explain.” Peter begged. Staring into his hazel eyes was one of the hardest things I had ever done. They were so full of pain and regret, that I just wanted to jump into his arms, forgive him, and tell him everything was going to be okay, but I didn’t even know if that was true. So I had to stand my ground.

“What explain that you were about to have sex with Gen on the bathroom counter? No thank you.”

“It wasn’t like that and you know it.” He tried to reason with me but I pulled my hand away from his and wrapped my arms around myself.

“I don’t know anything anymore. I thought you loved me but I was wrong.”

“I do love you.”

“Peter I don’t want to talk to you anymore. You were gone so I went looking for you, and found you in the bathroom with Gen. There’s nothing else to say.” I tried to keep my voice calm and leveled, as I fought my emotions that just desperately wanted me to cry. I wanted to go home.

I started to walk away, but Peter continued to follow me, wanting to explain himself, but I was just too tired to listen to him. I know how this story goes. I read and wrote enough love stories to know he was too good for me and would eventually leave me for someone else.

“Baby girl, you know nothing happened between us. She just invited herself in, even after I said the bathroom was occupied. I love you Y/N, I would never chest on you.”

“And the fact that she was pressed up against the counter by you meant nothing?”

“Of course not I-”

“Peter I’m tired. I just want to go home.”

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, “Okay I’ll drive you home.” He turned around to walk to his car but I stood in place.

“No. I didn’t mean go home with you.”  I mumbled looking down at my shoes.

Before he could say anything else, luckily my mom pulled up next to us.

“I’ll see you at school Kavinsky.” I mumbled before getting in the car, and telling my mom to just drive away.

Stopping myself from looking back, knowing if I did I would break, because whenever I saw a broken look on Peter’s face, nothing else mattered except holding him and making him feel better, but today I couldn’t do that because that meant getting out of this car and forgiving him.

I wasn’t ready to do that yet.

/

I sat in my bed, legs crossed with my leg shaking up and down, as I watched my phone continue to ring and light up from Peter’s calls and texts. It had been two days since I last saw him. The party was Friday Night, and it was now Sunday afternoon.

If I was honest with myself, I knew I missed him, but I couldn’t get the image of him being with another girl out of my head. It broke my heart. Made me sick to my stomach. That’s why I couldn’t face Peter, my head was clouded with terrible thoughts of him, like was he just a typical jock that cheated on his girlfriend once he got tired of her? But how could he be?

He was so sweet, loving and caring… but she was also his ex-girlfriend, the girl before me, the one he was obsessed with.

You never really get over the love of your life. I know because Peter is mine, and I know that if we break up, I will never be able to look at the world the same. He has brought so much light and colour into my life that I even don’t remember what it’s like to be without him.

So to have not talked to him in two days was heart wrenching.

Bump! My head shot over to my window as a body rolled into my room through the window, and I almost screamed until I realised who it was.

“Peter Grant Kavinsky are you crazy?! What are you doing in my room?”

“You were ignoring my calls, texts, and even my attempts to come through the front door. You promised to always leave this window open for me. So if you really didn’t want me to come through, you would have locked it.”

I internally groaned, forgetting about my window, not thinking that he would actually climb my tree just to talk to me, but I forgot he’s Peter Kavinsky. I stayed quiet, moving to sit on the edge of my bed.

“So what you’re just going to ignore me?” He spoke frustrated, running his fingers through his hair.

I glanced at him feeling incredibly shy, “you wanted to talk, so talk.” I mumbled out, still not looking him in the eyes.

“Baby girl, look at me.” He whispered gently, getting down on his knees in front of me, placing his hand on my thigh, trying to encourage me to face him.

After a deep breath I finally looked up. His eyes were puffy and red, just like the night I left him.

“I need you to know that I love you okay? And even if you don’t want me anymore, I’ll wait. I’ll follow you forever, until you forgive me Y/N, because you are the most amazing girl I’ve ever met and I’m not letting you go, ever. You’re stuck with me. Even though nothing happened that night, I know you, and I know I’ll have to earn your trust again,” he took my hands in his and kissed my knuckles, “but I’ll wait, because I am unconditionally in love with you. Only you.”

I didn’t realise the tears streaming down my cheeks until Peter chuckled and brushed them away. “Awe baby girl don’t cry.”

“Oh my gosh Peter, you just can’t say all that and not expect me to cry. God you’re like a fictional character, you’re too perfect.” I admitted, covering my hands over my face.

He quickly pulled my hands away from my face and cupped my cheeks, continuing to brush my tears away, taking a seat next to me, “You know I’m not perfect, I mean I made you cry, that’s far from perfect in my books.”

I sniffed and looked into my boyfriend’s hazel eyes seeing so much love and affection in them, “I love you Peter Grant Kavinsky.”

He chuckled and a tear of joy fell from his eye, “I love you too Y/N M/N L/N.”

I smiled and kissed away his tear before pressing my lips against his, wrapping my arms around his neck and sitting on his lap as he pulled me closer to him.

“Now I’m really never going to let you, you’re going with me everywhere, even the bathroom.”

Hes so fucking cute and such a dream boy, like I hope to find a boy like him

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I’ve become Peter Kavinsky trash, I mean I adore him so much that he made me write wtf. I know I apologize and promise every time I post but I’m sorry I can’t keep my promises but I’m really appreciative to everyone that sticks around and follows me. I’m really close to 1k and that blows my mind thank you guys. I love you ♡ I hope to write more soon

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[jizemderler]

Smile Part 6 {Peter Kavinsky}

A/N: This shit got deleted and I had to rewrite it and I don‘t know how I feel about this. So be gentle with me, please tell me what you think and enjoy!

Part 1 - 5

You were already sitting in class when Peter came rushing in and sat down next to you where he was always sitting. “It was nothing what it looked like. I swear.” he said immediatly and looked at you from the side leaning in a bit. “What wasn´t?” you asked casually and looked at him with no emotion in your face whatsoever. “Come on, Y/N. Please don´t be like this.” he begged and you raised your brows. “Be like what? I´m not being anything Kavinsky. You´re being weird though.” you said and looked back to the board. You had decided to go back to how it was before anything had happened. Peter was your lab partner, classmate, and that´s it. That never bothered you before and it wasn´t going to now. 

“You´re not mad at me?” he asked not hiding how surprised he was.

“No. Why would I be. Did you forget your part of the presentation?” you asked accusingly.

“No.”

“Then I`m not mad.” you said shrugging your shoulders and he opened his mouth to protest and insist on talking about what happened in the hallway but to your luck the teacher walked in right at that moment and he didn´t get the chance. You did not wait for him after class and rushed out saying “Bye”.

You did not answer any of his texts. When you answered it was just a yes or an okay or some sort of short answer. After you saw the picture of him kissing Gen on homecoming (they were crowned king and queen. duh) you threw him out the window completely. He did try to talk to you though but you always found a way out without seeming pissed at him. And it was working out perfectly.

Until one day you were sitting in your room and the doorbell rang. You didn´t think anything of it. Not even when your mom called you down because it was for you. But as soon as you reached the bottom of the stairs you froze. Peter was standing on your porch with his hands shoved into his pockets, chewing on his bottom lip. “I got it mom. Thanks.” you thanked her with a smile so she´d go back into the living room. You stepped out to the porch too and closed the door behind you which confused him and made him frown.

“What´s up Kavinsky? Did you forget your notes or something?” you aksed him and he frowned even more. “What happened?” he blurted out and you chuckled.”Kavinsky, did you hit your head? You came to my house. You tell me.”

“Stop. Stop calling me Kavinsky. Stop being so distant. What happened?” he said clearly irritated and you took a step back because you were not expecting him to be so out front with it. 

„I don‘t know. Tell me.“ you said and crossed your arms infront of your chest. „I thought you were not mad. But you clearly are. You ignored me now for weeks.“ he said and pointed at you. „How did you want me to react to you being all over your ex?“ you said finally because you were sick of it and his jaw dropped. He stuttered something trying to pull himself together but you cut him off.

„You know what? Forget it. I‘m over it. I clearly read more into it than there was because honestly you talked and acted like there was. But then again, that‘s how you are, isn‘t it? Charming Peter Kavinsky. For a second I thought there could be something but you reminded me that you belong with your kind. The famous and pretty. And I...don‘t belong with anyone I guess.“ you said now more to yourself. He wanted to protest but you just kept going. „And I‘m okay with it. I was before and I am now. You just stirred up some things. I can‘t be friends with you Peter Kavinsky. Now I‘m back to normal and I would appreciate it if you could go back to your seat and remain seated. Don‘t try to make me smile.“

„Oh come on. You need to let me explain. Why are you doing this?“ he begged but you stepped back in and shook your head.

„Because I have a bit of self respect left. I need you to go.“ you said and he wanted to protest again but you didn‘t let him. „Just go.“ And with that you closed the door and shut him out. It wasn‘t meant to be. You were not going to be someone‘s side chick. Not even Peter Kavinsky‘s.

***

And just like that Peter was back to being Kavinsky. The jock who happened to be your lab partner. You walked into your biology class and to your surprise Peter was already there. He used to be late always. You sat down next to him and took out your stuff ignoring the tension between you two that was still there.

„Did you finish the summary?“ you asked him while writing todays date into your notebook. „Yes. Do you want me to explain it to you?“ he asked you but you shook your head. „No. I‘ll just read it.“ you said and he huffed sarcastically.

„Yeah you never do.“

***

A week later you were in PE running your lanes when you got really sick. You were nauseous beforehand because of your headache and running under the sun didn‘t make it any better. But coach was convinced that you could finish your task and then go to the nurses office which was the dumbest thing you had ever heared of. Peter ran past you and right after that you tripped over your own feet and stumbled forwards landing on your knees. You groaned and wrapped your arms around your lower half while curling up into a ball. You suddenly felt a excruciating pain in your stomach. You were breathing heavily from all the running and it felt like your lungs were not getting enough air. It was burning.

„Hey hey hey. Are you okay?“ you heared a familiar voice say and opened up your eyes while straightening your back. „Yeah. I‘m fine. Just...tripped.“ You pulled yourself back on your feet and felt your knees sting. You wanted to take a step forwards to prove him that you were okay but suddenly you lost your balance again and everything went black.

***

When you opened up your eyes you were met with white bright lights filling the room and so you shut your eyes again and covered them with your arm. Your limbs were feeling extra heavy and you groaned feeling the soreness of your body. „Hey there champion.“ you heared Peters voice and peaked from under your arm into the direction of the voice.

„Oh this is way to cheezy to be true.“ you groaned and shut your eyes again. There he was sitting on a chair next to you, his arms propped on his knees watching you. „Am I asleep?“ you asked into the room and pulled your arm away when you had another thought and looked at him in horror. „Am I dead?!“

He just laughed as an answer and stood up from his chair to come over but you gestgured him to stop. „Remain seated please.“ you told him remdinding both of you of the day weeks ago. His laugh was replaced by a frown and he shoved his hands into his pockets, still standing. „You still make me smile. Even while being horrible to me.“ he said shaking his head and shrugged his shoulders after thinking about it. „Can I explain what happened or are you going to throw me out again.“ he asked with a challenging voice and you rolled your eyes. „You may go on.“ you said overly posh and prepped yourself up a bit on the bed you were lying on.

„You went full on unconcious on me so I had to carry you to the nurses office.“

„Oh no.“

„Through the whole school.“

„Oh no no.“

„Bridal style.“

„Shit.“ you cursed under your breath and he chuckled while you covered your face with your hands.

„Oh honey!“ you heared the voice of your mom after the door flew open and you pulled your hands away to see her worried face. While you tried to calm your mom down you could see Peter slipping away through the door in the corner of your eye.

***

The nurse said that you could stay home the next day so your weekend ended up being three days. You didn‘t hear anything from Peter after he left the nurses office. It was sunday evening when you were sitting outside on your childhood swing in the garden. The stars were twinkling above you and the air was fresh and a little chilly. You had closed your eyes and were taking deep relaxing breaths when someones voice interrupted you.

„I guess this became a thing.“

Your head snapped to the side and you could see Peter standing next to you leaned against the swing with his hands shoved into his pockets. „Your mom let me in.“ he explained and you cocked your head. „What became a thing?“ you asked and he chuckled while looking down to his feet and moving around loose grass with the tip of his shoe. His brown curls were falling down into his face and in your dimm lit garden he looked like an angel to you.

„Me coming over to your house.“

You shrugged your shoulders and looked back up at the sky. „May I?“ he asked and you didn‘t look over to him. „Suit yourself.“

You sat there in silence for at least ten minutes when he spoke up again.

„How are you feeling anyway?“

„I‘m good. It was just the exhaustion mixed with the migrane I guess. Not a good combo.“ you suspected and he nodded his head. „Good to hear. I want you to be good.“ he said silently more to himself than to you and you acted like you didn‘t hear it.

„We got crowned homecoming king and queen and they insisted on taking that foto of us kissing. It was just a peck anyway. And it was before I came over to you. It was an eye opener more than anything. I decided to come over. I wanted to lay my heart out that night but it was so easy and fun to talk to you and I chickened out. I didn‘t want to ruin it.“ he started to explain.

„But you did though.“ you said and he raised a judging brow so you let him talk. „I was looking forward to seeing you the next day so much and when things went to crap I was so perplex that I didn‘t catch on you drifting away slowly. Gen thought she had a chance after homecoming and literally threw herself at me and you walked in at that moment which is the worst timing ever. I was about to tell her off and I did, just you didn‘t see that part.“ he explained and also looked up at the stars and you didn‘t answer for a few seconds. You were holding on to the swing with one hand and the one next to Peter was dangling down your side. You were tired of pushing him away. You were tired of fighting what you felt.

„I can‘t compete with Gen Peter. I don‘t want to.“ you said silently and his head snapped to you but you didn‘t look at him. „There is no competition Y/N. There is only you.“ he said equally quietly and you chuckled while looking at him. „Now you‘re being cheezy.“ you said and he rolled his eyes. „You‘re so unromantic, Y/L/N.“ he said while shaking his head and you took the chance to let your fingers slip between his while your courage was there. He intervined them immediatly and tried not to show that he didn‘t expect that. So he smiled his beautiful smile which reached his eyes and you mirrored his expression. „I‘m holding hands with you on a swing under the stars and you call me unromantic? Up your game Kavinsky.“ you teased him and suddenly he pulled your swing closer and you stopped breathing when your faces were only inches away from eachother. „I have the feeling you‘ll slap me if I kiss you right now.“ he said nervously with a little smile on his face and you raised a challenging brow.

„Try me.“

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[allthingsfangirl101]

The Bet Part 1–Peter Kavinsky

Part 2

Peter's POV

I looked around the lunchroom, my eyes instantly finding her in the sea of students. She was sitting at a table in the corner by herself. I smiled as she read a book, every so often stopping to take a bite of her sandwich.

Y/N lives down the street from me, but our parents have been friends since college. We hung out a lot more when we were younger. Now, we just hang out when our parents have their weekly barbecues.

"Who are you staring down?" Charlie laughed. I turned around to see the guys smirking at me.

Ryan looked behind me, confusion crossing his face. "Y/N? The girl who never speaks? Why the hell are you looking at her?"

"I wasn't," I shrugged.

"Isn't that the girl whose parents hang out with yours a lot?" Tommy asked.

"Seriously? Does she even talk?" Charlie laughed.

"A little," I shrugged. "She's pretty quiet."

"I've been in the same homeroom with her since first day freshman year, and she has never even said "here". It's creepy."

"Guys," I sighed. "Be nice. So she's quiet. Big deal. It's refreshing after spending all week with guys who never shut the hell up." They playfully threw things at me, laughing.

I let out a sigh of relief when they changed the subject. The rest of the day, I noticed Y/N more than usual and I couldn’t seem to get her off my mind. She was quiet and reserved at school, but at our barbecues, she was talkative and energetic. She smiled, laughed, told stories, and even made jokes that had all of us laughing.

Sometimes, I wish she would show that side of herself at school. Then maybe she wouldn't eat lunch alone every day.

During practice, I looked over and saw Y/N walking onto the lacrosse field with her camera in her hand.

"Alright, boys." My coach said, forcing me to look away. "Today's practice is going to be a little different. We have a student from the yearbook taking pictures. I know you all want to pose and look good, but try and ignore her."

"Won't be that hard," I heard Ryan mumble.

"Don't be a dick," I whispered. All through practice, I caught myself glancing over at her. Once in a while, she would catch me looking at her and send me a small smile.

During a water break, Charlie, Ryan, and Tommy were whispering as they stole glances at Y/N who was sitting on the bench, going through the pictures she took of us.

"Peter," Ryan smirked. "Wanna make a bet?"

"Depends on the bet," I shrugged, squirting my water bottle into my mouth.

"We will give you $50 if you can get the school's mute to kiss you."

"The school's mute?" I asked, not liking where this was going.

"Y/N," Charlie laughed as he nodded towards the bleachers.

I laughed, thinking they were kidding. "You're kidding. . . Right?" They smirked at me, not budging. "I am not going to make a bet that I can get her to kiss me. That's messed up."

"Why?" Charlie teased. "I thought she was your secret friend. Are you that scared to kiss her?"

"Yeah, I didn't think she would be that bad to kiss. I mean, she's cute. . . Kind of," Tommy laughed.

Anger radiated off me as they made jokes about what it would be like to kiss her. Tommy said it would be like kissing a dog since she has probably never kissed anyone. Charlie said she would freeze the second you made a move. Ryan said he'd rather kiss someone with headgear.

"Fine," I cut them off, harshly. "I bet I can get Y/N to kiss me. And no, it won't be awkward or weird or terrible."

They laughed as they shook my hand. I looked over my shoulder, my heart sinking when I looked at Y/N. She looked up at me and smiled, making me feel even worse for betting my friends I could get her to kiss me.

*********************************

Saturday, I walked into my house after spending the afternoon with the guys and tossed my gym bag into the laundry room. "Peter? Honey, is that you?"

"Yeah, it's me," I called back. "Can you wash my jersey? I need it for the game next week. I already put it in the laundry room."

"Sure." She called back. I walked into the kitchen to see her making something.

"What are you doing?" I asked, making her look up at me.

"Making pasta salad for the Y/L/N's barbecue tonight." She looked up at me, frowning when she saw the confused look on my face.

"Don't tell me you forgot," she sighed. "Peter, we go over there every weekend. They had to reschedule to today because Y/N is touring a few colleges tomorrow."

"Oh, right," I said slowly. "What time?"

"7 o'clock," she said. "Like usual."

I sent her a thumbs up as I grabbed a snack and started to head upstairs. "Oh!" She called up. "Y/M/N said to bring your swimsuit. They got their jacuzzi fixed and thought it would be fun for us to try it out."

"Fun," I mumbled.

A few hours later, my mom and I were walking down the street with a bowl of pasta salad and a pie to Y/N's house.

I sucked in a breath when Y/N was the one to open the door. "Hey, hun." My mom greeted. Y/N smiled as my mom gave her a one-armed hug. "Your dress is super cute."

"Thanks," Y/N blushed. "Can I take that from you?"

"Sure," my mom smiled as she handed Y/N the bowl of pasta salad.

"Hey, Y/N." I greeted, making her look away from my mom and at me.

"Hi, Peter." She nodded as she stepped aside so we could walk inside. As we followed her to the backyard, I noticed my mom looking between me and Y/N.

She continued to eye the two of us throughout dinner. When we moved from the patio table to the jacuzzi, Y/N and I sat across from each other.

She hasn't said anything all night. Every once in a while she would catch me staring at her, causing her cheeks to turn red, and her to quickly look away.

I turned away from Y/N when I heard her dad laugh. "Well, I don't know how you kids can sit in a hot tub for more than an hour, but I am dying."

"Me too," my mom laughed. Y/N and I watched as our parents got out of the jacuzzi, grabbed their towels, and headed inside.

I looked up and smiled when Y/N and I made eye contact. "You getting out?" I asked her.

"Maybe in a little," she said, sinking down a little lower.

Y/N and I spent the next half hour sitting in the jacuzzi talking about random things. She asked me if I was nervous about the game against our rivals next week. I asked her about her college tour.

"Why are you always quiet at school?" I asked randomly.

"What?" She laughed.

"When you and I are hanging out at our parents' barbecues, you're different. You're talkative, lively, and outgoing. But at school, you keep to yourself. You don't talk, and you sit by yourself at lunch. Why?"

Y/N sighed as she sat up straighter. "I just," she stuttered. "I don't know. I guess it started back in middle school. You and I had different lunches, so I sat by myself."

"But we've had the same lunch all through high school," I said, not understanding her explanation.

"True," Y/N nodded. “But. . .” She hesitated as she nervously bit her lip.

"What?" I asked.

"But," she sighed, "you also have lunch with your team." She looked down, not able to make eye contact with me.

"Wait," I said, making her slowly look up at me. "You stopped hanging out with me at lunch because of the guys? Why didn't you sit with us? They would've. . ."

"They would've laughed in my face," she cut me off.

"No," I said quickly. "They wouldn't have. . . I mean, I wouldn't have let them. . ."

"It's fine," she shrugged. "You became popular once you made the team. I wasn't offended that you started hanging out with the guys. I was proud of you."

My heart sank when I saw the look in her eyes. "I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like I didn't want to be friends with you anymore."

"You didn't," she sighed. "I understood. I mean, I always knew we were different. You were always more outgoing than I was. I knew we would drift apart eventually. I never held it against you, Peter. It's fine. Really."

I sighed, smiling at her. I couldn't take my eyes off of her and I didn't want to. "What?" She laughed when she saw the look on my face.

"Get over here."

"Why?" She asked eyeing the water between us.

I smirked as I said, "Because you're a chicken."

"That's not," she stuttered. "I'm not a chicken."

"Then get over here."

She hesitated before slowly standing up and walking towards me. She hesitated before slowly sitting next to me. "See," she said, her voice barely audible. "I'm not a chicken."

"Neither am I," I said before pulling her so she was straddling my waist.

"Peter," she whispered as our noses rubbed against each other. "Our parents. . ."

"Are already on their second bottle of merlot and busy gossiping about the neighbors. All the way inside," I whispered, cutting her off. Before she could say anything else, I pressed my lips to hers.

Our lips moved in sync as I wrapped my arms around her waist. I pulled her closer to my chest as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

She tilted her head to the side, deepening the kiss. I heard her gasp as my hands squeezed her hips. I took the chance and slipped my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues started fighting for dominance, the kiss getting more and more heated.

She was the first to pull away, resting her forehead against mine. "Wow," she said softly, a small giggle leaving her already swollen lips.

"You could say that again," I whispered.

She tilted her head up, her nose rubbing against mine. I pulled my hand out of the water and grabbed her chin, wanting nothing more than to feel her lips against mine again. I tilted her chin down and pressed my lips to hers. As our lips began to move in sync again, I felt my stomach drop as I remembered what started all of this.

The bet.

Part 2

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[misssophiachase]

Can you write a Peter Kavinsky hot tub scene with Klaroline?

Hey! Thanks anon and Happy Holidays! I really loved this scene in the movie. I’ve changed it though and put a Klaroline/Christmas spin on it. The title and italicised lyrics are from the song playing during the hot tub scene in TATBILB, which I’m sure you already know. 

Lovers

25 December - Aspen, Colorado - 1:03am

I’m in the dark….

“All by yourself, huh?” Caroline murmured, making her presence known. She wasn’t quite sure how long she’d been standing inside at the window watching him from afar but Caroline was fairly certain it might constitute stalking to some. 

If anyone caught her she’d say it was all his fault.

And it was.

She was pretty sure anyway.

She’d been unable to sleep, his crimson lips taunting her every time she closed her eyes. As if it was bad enough he haunted her during the day she also had to contend with his unwanted presence at night. 

“You say that like you’re surprised or something, Forbes,” he replied stoically, his eyes focused on the small ripples forming on the surface of the hot tub. 

“Well…”

“You are unbelievable,” he growled, slicing his hands through the water and disturbing the ripples he’d apparently been so captivated by moments earlier. “Who else would I be with?”

“I don’t know,” she began. “The waitress at dinner could barely keep her eyes or hands off you.”

“Sounds like someone was also distracted,” he shot back, a slight grin tugging at his lips but it was gone before she could admire just how much it brought out those disarming dimples. 

“Well, it was a little hard not to notice,” she baulked. 

And it was.

Caroline could barely contain herself during dinner but decided to blame the foreign feelings on indigestion. Now she wasn’t so sure.   

“You realise you’re not my girlfriend, right? I don’t answer to you.” He asked, his blue eyes finally meeting hers. Although it was dark, the lights emanating from the hot tub couldn’t hide his frustration. 

“Trust me, I’m aware,” she huffed. “And for that I am grateful. It’s difficult enough having to pretend with such an egotistical, arrogant jerk.”

“Say what you really think,” he muttered. 

Caroline couldn’t miss the hurt registering on his face but only for a split second. Klaus Mikaelson could be so frustrating but there were moments. albeit brief, she would catch a quick glimpse into some hidden world where he wasn’t the arrogant jock he purported to be at college. 

October 31st - Stanford College, California - 9:59pm

She remembered the first time they met like it was yesterday. Two years her senior, Klaus was well-known around college, almost as much for his womanising ways, as head of fraternity Alpha Delta Phi. 

Caroline had pledged Beta Sigma Phi not knowing just how connected the two organisations were. It was Halloween and Caroline had found herself at their fraternity celebrations, mainly because her best friend Katherine had forced her to attend. 

She was actively trying to avoid Stefan Salvatore, a guy from her English class who’d taken a rather unhealthy likening towards her. He was part of Alpha Delta Phi and this was the last place she wanted to be. Tightening her white feathered mask, Caroline was happy to be at least partially disguised to avoid detection.   

Katherine had disappeared to get some punch but she’d been taking her sweet time returning, no doubt flirting with someone. Caroline found herself distracted by some artwork on the nearby wall. 

It was gorgeous. An array of abstract dark blues and greys. Upon first glance it seemed angst filled and dark but there were a few, brief white and silver touches that signified something completely different.

“Do you like it?” A voice asked behind her. It was low and gravelly over the loud music, his breath tickling the hairs on the back of her neck and making her shiver.

“It’s complex,” she murmured. “So many layers, so many emotions.” Caroline didn’t consider herself an art expert but she knew what she liked and this was it. 

“How so?”

“The artist,” she began, wondering briefly why she was conversing with a complete stranger she hadn’t even seen but found herself too lost in the painting to stop. “They’re drowning in fear and sadness, but these lighter colours show they aren’t completely lost. There is hope buried amongst all the despair.”

There was a long silence, Caroline almost worried she’d interpreted it wrong and the stranger was preparing to argue with her assessment. 

“Caroline, is that you?” Unlike the stranger, that was a voice she knew and dreaded at the same time. 

“Stefan,” she groaned, trying to sound like she cared but failing miserably. She could still feel the stranger behind her wondering what he was thinking right now. “You’re here.”

“Well, of course it is an Alpha Delta Phi party. I’m so glad you came, it feels like I haven’t seen you in ages.” If by ages he meant spying on her from behind a tree yesterday afternoon in the quad. 

“I’ve been busy,” she lied. “With homework and…”

“Me,” the stranger finally spoke again, now coming into view. Of course he was dressed as the devil to her angel. Rather than being weirded out she was actually relieved he’d stepped in, whoever Lucifer was.   

“Yes, we’ve been seeing quite a bit of each other actually,” Caroline babbled, wondering how her night had taken such a turn. “We even wore matching costumes for the occasion, isn’t it cute? He just loves that kind of thing.” 

By the way he stiffened against her, Caroline could tell matching costumes wasn’t really his thing. But he did start it.

“You and…” Stefan baulked, his surprise not lost on Caroline. 

“Yes,” she confirmed, wondering briefly why he was so shocked but not caring as she pulled him closer for a kiss. Might as well make this believable. 

She’d noticed those crimson lips under his mask but never imagined they’d feel so supple. The stranger was still at first letting her do all the work as her tongue ran along his upper lip. The least he could do was play along, she thought. 

But it didn’t take long before he opened his mouth slowly welcoming her tongue and intertwining it with his. He tasted like a combination of whiskey and mint and she only registered that he’d dipped her backwards when he finally pulled away. 

She could make out his blue eyes filled with something unrecognisable as he pulled her back up to full standing mode. Given the fact her legs felt like jelly she was glad his arms were still firmly fastened around her waist. But if Caroline was being honest holding her balance wasn’t the sole reason for that.

They held each other’s gaze before he let her go and lifted his mask. It took all her composure not to lose it. It was Klaus Mikaelson of all people and she’d just unwittingly thrown herself at the egotistical idiot like one of his many sycophants. 

“You’re welcome, love,” he smirked, those dimples making an untimely appearance. 

“Excuse me?” She insisted, deciding she had nothing to be grateful for, well except maybe for Stefan’s hurried exit.  

“It’s only a snowflake by the way,” he offered pointing to the artwork in question on the nearby wall. 

“Is your interpretation really that literal?”

“I suppose it is,” he murmured, a brief frown creasing his forehead before walking away, leaving Caroline open mouthed. 

“Roomie,” Katherine squealed excitedly as she approached. “You’ll never guess what happened to me.”

“It can’t be as crazy as what happened to me,” she mumbled taking the plastic cup from her friend’s outstretched hand and downing it in one go. “I’m going to need more drinks to get through this party.” 

13 hours later….Beta Sigma Phi House

“Go away,” Caroline groaned, trying to appease the excruciating headache the incessant knocking was causing. 

“I can’t do that,” Katherine shot back, throwing open the door and jumping onto her bed like an excitable child on Christmas. “He’s here to see you!”

“Katherine,” she whined, throwing the pillow over her head and trying to ignore the pain ripping through her cranium. “I don’t care.”

“You’ll care when you know who it is,” she chuckled. “The whole house is in a frenzy.”

“Great, let them greet this mystery guest that I have no interest in seeing in my current state.”

“Care,” Katherine chided, peeling away the pillow and throwing off the covers. “You must have made a real impression on Klaus Mikaelson for him to show up here.”

“Klaus Mikaelson?” She asked, suddenly somewhat conscious. “What does he want?”

“Well, how about you stop whining, change into something much more attractive than these ghastly, flannel pyjamas and get your ass downstairs,” she insisted. “He usually loses interest in a girl the moment after he’s kissed her but you must have made an impression.”

“Oh wow, my mission in life,” she growled. “To be of interest to the biggest, womaniser on campus.”

“Stop with all the compliments, love, you’re embarrassing me,” another voice offered from the doorway. She buried her head in the pillow as the previous night came back in all its weird glory. 

Caroline felt the mattress bounce, realising Katherine had left her with the smug idiot. She was going to have words with her supposed best friend later. She sat up, albeit reluctantly, noticing that her hair was sticking up in different directions and had taken on a bed-like appearance and not the sexy type. 

She took a moment to focus on the intruder, all sexy in dark jeans and a grey henley, no signs of a hangover in sight. Bastard. Meanwhile she was clothed in her most unattractive but equally warm she would argue, red tartan.  

“What do you want?” She asked, deciding that in her current state she needed to get to the point before a bathroom visit was necessary.

“Now, that’s not the way to talk to the person who saved you from your clingy, ex-boyfriend.”

“He’d have to have been my boyfriend for that ever to be true,” she grumbled. “And you didn’t save anyone, I’m more than capable of doing that on my own.”

“Fine,” he agreed. “I’ll accept your version of events, Forbes.”

“Says literal Mr Snowflake,” she shot back remembering his close minded interpretation of the painting. “What do you want, except ruining my sleep patterns?”

“I have a mutually beneficial proposal for you, love.”

Looking back Caroline realised it was the most stupid thing she’d ever agreed to given the fake endearment that accompanied it, but decided to blame it on the fact she was probably still drunk.   

Present Day

Show a little loving…

“Why am I here, Klaus?” She asked shyly, making her way towards the edge of the hot tub. “Really.” 

When they made their arrangement it was designed to deter Stefan and any unwanted girls that swarmed around him on a daily basis. 

Caroline had been surprised given she assumed he loved all the attention. But as soon as they shook on their deal the only person he seemed to want to swarm around him was her. And Caroline was struggling not to like being in his constant presence. 

It was as if they got each other but Klaus still remained a little distant. When he invited her home for Christmas at his families ski chalet in Aspen, Caroline was confused given the terms of the arrangement. However for some reason she’d said yes.

But meeting the Mikaelson family yesterday had been confronting to say the least. Mikael was a dictatorial, judgmental father who didn’t think anything Klaus did was good enough. Esther, while being kind for the most part, just let her husband behave that way. 

His siblings Elijah, Rebekah and Kol, she noted, were all similar to Klaus; cocky and apparently immune to their parent’s treatment. Although Caroline could see straight through them all. She was frustrated, wondering why Klaus didn’t bite back, why none of them did.

Dinner at the nearby restaurant last night had been the final straw, watching as the waitress shamelessly flirted with her supposed boyfriend. Caroline had told herself numerous times that she didn’t care but standing here in the darkness it was all too much to deny.

Klaus hesitated for a moment his glance now returning towards the water. For a guy who was usually so self-assured he was having a lot of trouble making eye contact. Caroline didn’t stop to think, just removed her coat and waded into the water in only her white nightie. 

She decided to address the fact that her nightie would be completely see through later. 

She could see him inhale sharply while his eyes traced every inch of her body as she submerged herself in the hot tub. There was no chance of him avoiding her gaze now and their connection was as intense as ever through the steam rising up from the water.

“I know you’re a stubborn ass but talk to me,” she insisted. “It’s just you and me.”

“I didn’t get to give you your Christmas present yet,” he murmured, reaching outside the tub and producing a brightly coloured, wrapped gift.

“You didn’t have to…”

“But I wanted to, Caroline,” he smiled. “It might also explain a few things.” Reaching for it and tearing away the paper, Caroline recognised it straight away. 

“You gave me a snowflake,” she asked, her eyebrows raised curiously. 

“It’s not a snowflake turns out,” he admitted sheepishly. 

“You don’t say,” she teased, taking in the painting she’d fallen in love with all those months ago at his frat house. 

“Everything you said that night it just hit me,” he explained. “You saw everything; every stroke and every emotion I poured onto the canvas. I was happy but also scared that you noticed and interpreted all my vulnerabilities. 

“The fear and sadness…”

“My father has never hidden the fact I’m a disappointment,” Klaus shared, his voice breaking slightly. “I’ve worked my ass off to be what he expects but apparently it will never be enough.”

“And the light?” Caroline asked purposefully changing the subject as she traced the silver and white streaks. He didn’t respond immediately. Caroline, meanwhile, placed the painting on the side of the hot tub then made her way towards him.

Shine a little light on me….

“I knew there was something on the other side but it wasn’t until I met you that night everything finally made sense,” he murmured, pulling her closer so that she was straddling him and snaked his arms around her waist. “You get me, Caroline Forbes. All of me.”

“Is that so?” She teased, running her hands along his toned shoulder blades and revelling in the feeling of his bare skin against her touch.

“That is so,” he grinned, nuzzling his nose against hers. 

“Hang on,” she replied, pulling away abruptly from his warm embrace. “You tricked me, Mikaelson?”

“Well…”

“You only made this deal because…”

“Because I am utterly and ridiculously in love with you, Forbes,” he smiled, pulling her closer. “Even before we kissed I was a goner.”

“Well, I do have a certain irresistible appeal,” she giggled. “But just so you know I sometimes speak without thinking. And now that you’re my boyfriend….”

“I am?”

“Don’t tease me,” she groaned, pulling him closer so their lips were within inches of each other. “I might feel the need to tell your father what an ass he is over Christmas lunch, just a warning.”

“Just another reason I love you,” he feathered kisses along her jawbone, Caroline losing herself in the sensations it was causing below.

“Oh and while I’m admitting things,” she began, pulling back again and gazing into his eyes. “My nightie is probably see through by now.”

“You’re killing me, Forbes,” he groaned, his hands moving lower and pulling her flush against his body.  And suddenly nothing or no one else mattered now they were finally in each other’s arms. 

In my Crossroads FF collection HERE

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[noahscents]

Professor Kavinsky Pt. 2 - Peter Kavinsky Imagine

Here’s Part 1, and here’s my imagines masterlist!

Word Count: 1,271

Enjoy!

“WHAT??? You know him? You went to HIGH SCHOOL WITH HIM?” Amelia says, placing her hands on your shoulders and shakes them. Your head bobs back and forth a little, then you place a hand on hers. 

“First of all, yes. Second of all, please stop shaking me.” You say, reassessing your equilibruim before hopping on her bed.

She hops up next to you.

“I really should get a stool or something. There’s no reason this bed should be this high.” She says, crossing her legs. “But I’m just trying to figure out how you know the hottest, youngest Professor at Angelica Schuyler University.”

You shrug your shoulder and sigh.

“I mean, I was in 9th grade when he was in 12th. But I was one of those math prodigy kids, so we were in the same math class. He asked me for my notes a couple time throughout the year. We spent the most time together when I tutored him for a week straight before our Calc final. He had a 71% in the class, and the final was 20% of our grade. His girlfriend was also in the class, but she only had an 87% in the class and I had a 99%. With my help, he got an A+ on the final and a 92% in the class. He took bought me a burger and a shake to thank me.” You say, sipping water out of your hydroflask.

Amelia’s eyes, as well as her mouth are wide open.

“Wait, girlfrliend?” She says.

You roll your eyes. 

“That’s really all you gathered from the story?” You say.

“Duh, I don’t you trying to break up a happy home.” She says, laughing.

“Haha, I’m not even trying to get with him.” You say, flopping backwards. “Peter Kavinsky was infamous for proposing to his girlfriend at prom after they won King and Queen.”

Amelia gasps.

“Hold on!” You say, sitting up on your elbows. “It shook everyone. His ex girlfriend was so heartbroken, that she skipped town for the rest of the year. Rumor has it, she didn’t even come to graduation. No one has seen her since.”

“Oh my GOD, this is so juicy.” Amelia says, cracking open a bag of Trail Mix.

You laugh, extending a hand where Amelia pours an array of salted cashews, almonds, raisins, and M&Ms.

Sweet, this is the one that has chocolate!

“Anyways, after that I never saw him again. It didn’t really matter.” You say, popping a pinch of the trail mix in your mouth. “I mean, he was hot but he was engaged. All I did was tutor him, and the following year I had a boyfriend of my own.”

“And you didn’t know he went to this university and did the accelerated academia track?” Amelia says, eating another handful.

“Nope. I didn’t even try to keep up with him like that.” You say, finishing off your handful and grabbing a napkin. “That was just something I had to be realistic about. He was 3 years older than me, and that meant way more in high school than it does now.”

“Ummmm, excuse me? Isn’t that manz married?” She says.

“Nope. When he pulled me aside, he caught me staring at his hand and he told me that him and his girlfriend, Lara Jean, got divorced.”

Amelia chokes on her water.

“HE WAS WITH THE YA BREAKOUT ROMANCE NOVELIST, LARA JEAN COVEY? HER BOOKS GOT ME THROUGH HIGH SCHOOL!” She says, standing up on her bed. “IF HE WAS MY HIGHSCHOOL SWEETHEART,”  She says, jumping up and down, “I’D WANNA WRITE ROMANCE NOVELS TOO.” She says, plopping down on her butt.

Man, this girl has energy.

“Hahaha, well then you’re gonna love this. Apparently, the year before I got there, she wrote 5 love letters to guys she had these intense crushes on throughout her entire life. That’s how she got him.”

Amelia grabs your arm.

“You mean the plot of My 5 Love Letters is based on a TRUE STORY??” She says.

“Well aren’t you a fanatic?” You say as she squeezes your arm, “Okay, ow.”

“Sorry.” She says.

“Yeah, it’s real.” You say, shrugging.

“She actually didn’t know Lucas was gay?” Amelia says, chuckling.

“Nope.” You say, as the door to Amelia’s dorm opens.

“Yeah, he was totally checking me out. I’m gonna make that man mine.” A slightly familiar voice states. Your back is facing the door, and you turn your to see who’s standing in the threshold.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Amanda is her roommate??

“Hold on, I’ll call you back.” Amanda says, hanging up the phone. “Amelia, who’s this little stray you’ve brought back?” Amanda says.

I will stomp this bitch out.

“You don’t know her? She’s the super awesome chick who made the first day of lecture hilarious.” Amelia says, placing an arm around me, “We’re studying.”

“Gross. On the first day?” Amanda says, kicking off her heels and sliding into Fenty PUMA slides.

“Um, excuse me? Weren’t you just asking the professor for help on the first day?” You say, frowning.

“Mind your business, Poindexter.” Amanda says, looking in the mirror and fluffing her hair.

Poindexter? Is this the 1980s?

“Well, if you’ll excuse me. I have more pressing matters to attend to.” She says while walking through the door, slamming it.

“Yikes. How do you have beef with someone on the first day?” Amelia says.

“She had a problem with Peter dismissing her dick appointment proposal to talk to me.” You say, rolling your eyes.

“Ho-Holy shit.” Amelia says.

“It’s not my fault he wants me.” You say.

“So you think he wants you?” Amelia says, grabbing your hands.

“That’s not what I-” You say.

“Or you want him to want you... which means you want HIM-” She says.

“Are we actually gonna get some studying done today?” You say, trying to change the subject.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” She says, opening her laptop. “Okay, have you had discussion yet?”

“No...” You say opening up your laptop. You hear a ding from it, and the iMessage notification popping up in the corner.

From (XXX)-XXX-XXXX, sent 15 minutes ago.

That’s weird. I don’t recognize this number.

You click on the iMessage desktop application and the message reads:

Hey! I scrolled through about 3 years of messages to find your number again. It was really nice seeing a familiar face today in class. I was wondering if you’d like to catch a cup of coffee with me tomorrow, if possible? Only if your packed undergrad schedule permits 😂 -Peter (in case you didn’t know)

“Oh my god.” Amelia says, as you realize she read the message too.

“Hey!” You say, slamming your laptop closed.

“YOU HAVE TO SAY YES.” She says.

You rub your temples and sigh.

“What does this all even mean?” You say looking up at the ceiling.

“You gotta find out, girl.” Amelia says.

You reluctantly open your laptop and stare at the blinking cursor in the message box. You type out:

Sure. Is tomorrow fine? I don’t have class.

You get a response almost immediately.

Yeah, see you at noon at Sbux

“Oh my god.” Amelia says, again.

You exit out of the iMessage application.

“Would you quit being nosy?” You say, laughing.

“I’m just... so excited for you.” She says, clapping her hands.

“And I’m excited to figure out what you heard in discussion today!” You say, smiling.

“Boooooo, you’re no fun.” She says.

You shrug and open up Google Docs.

“Now, where were we?” You say.

“Okay, do you know the difference between a wink and a twitch?”

edit: here’s Part 3!

#noah centineo #noah centineo imagine #peter kavinsky imagine #to all the boys i’ve loved before #peter kavinsky #tatbilb #Sierra Burgess is a Loser #jamey #the stand-in #brooks rattigan #swiped #lance black #black writer

[fallen-imagine-angel]

A Ski Trip to Remember (Peter Kavinsky x Reader)

Notes: Hey guys, sorry for the hiatus, but I’m back! I went on a trip and had an absolutely terrible writer’s block. But here’s this angsty fluffy Peter K fic for you guys! I love writing for him. Also, though, I’m 3 followers away from 400?? That’s crazy! It wasn’t that long ago that I was celebrating 300! So, as soon as I get 400 followers (make it happen, y’all) I’m going to post what I’ll be doing to celebrate it. Thanks so much, love you guys and all that you do!

Summary: You and your best friend Peter have agreed to go on the annual ski trip together since you both have no date, but what happens when Peter’s filthy ex tries to get back in the picture?

A Ski Trip to Remember

Peter Kavinsky x Reader

Requested?: Nope

Word Count: 4,029 (this is long sorry)

Warnings: angst, fluff, the usual

Peter Kavinsky. Your best friend and neighbor. Not to mention, the love of your life. He doesn’t know that last part, though.

You open your window, which faces Peter’s room, and start to throw rocks at his window. A moment later, the window goes up and you’re met with Peter’s stunning face. Also, he’s shirtless. Of course.

“Hey, Pete.” You grin at him, trying to ignore the blatant fact that your crush is standing across from you, shirtless.

“What are you doing? It’s three in the morning.” Peter laughs, disappearing for a second before emerging again with a makeshift ladder. He throws it out the window and you do the same with your ladder. He climbs out of his room and into yours.

“I just wanted to talk to you. You know, ‘cause I’m your best friend? Besides, you’re still awake, too.” You grin and nudge his shoulder with your own.

“Actually, you woke me up.” He scoffs, nudging your shoulder back.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. You’d rather be here with me than sleeping, anyway.” You tease, sitting down on your bed. He follows suit and sits down next to you.

“You’re right. What’d you want to talk about anyway?” He asks, suddenly curious about your motive.

“Well, I got to thinking. The ski trip is, what, only a couple weeks away, right?” You sigh, head falling on his shoulder in dismay.

“Yeah, why?” Peter asks, laying his head on top of yours. You want nothing more than to lace your hand with his, but you refrain from doing so.

“I don’t have anyone to go with, but I want to go so bad! I mean, it’s the trip of the year. I don’t want to miss out just because I don’t have a boyfriend.” You groan, rubbing your hand over your face. You hear Peter chuckle, causing you to jerk your head upward to knock into his face. He just laughs louder because of that.

“Look, if you’re so worried about it, then why don’t we go together? I don’t have a date, either. And it’ll just be….as friends, I guess.” Peter suggests, and you think over it.

Going on the ski trip with your best friend and crush? Two birds with one stone. What if something happens and you both confess your love for each other?

“That sounds fun. We could do that if you want. However, I don’t believe that girls won’t be falling over themselves to ask you to go with them.” You sigh once more, eliciting a groan from Peter.

“Then I’ll turn them all down! You’re my number one girl, after all.” He pulls away from your position, giving you a cheeky smile. You smile and shake your head.

“Pinky promise? Remember, Pete, if you pinky promise then you can never take it back. And if you do, I get to chop off your pinky.” You smirk at him.

“Pinky promise. We’re going to the ski trip together.” He grins widely and hooks pinkies with you. You smile triumphantly.

“Well, I guess all my problems are solved for tonight!” You lay back on your bed happily.

“What about that math test tomorrow? I know you were worried about it. Did you get it down?” Peter lays back on your bed with you.

“Crap.”

~+~

It’s been two weeks exactly, and the ski trip is finally here. Well, it’s tomorrow, to be precise.

“So, how’s my favorite boy doing?” You slide into Peter’s passenger seat, smiling widely.

“Good, actually. Hey, would you mind if Gen rode home with us today? She and I have this huge test to study for.” Peter asks, and your smile immediately drops. He’s been getting closer with Gen lately, and it’s slightly very unnerving to you. He always answers her calls and texts. He’s always there for her when she wants him, and most of the time it’s for stupid stuff. He’s even left you for her a few times, which is when it hit you the hardest.

“What do you have to study for? We have all the same classes, Peter, and the ski trip is tomorrow.” You frown, furrowing your eyebrows at the boy.

“Okay, look, I just want to spend some time alone with her! We’re finally becoming good again, and I think maybe...something might happen. Please?” He pleads, giving you his signature puppy dog look. Your heart drops at his words

“I don’t know why you’re asking me. It’s your car, you can do whatever you want.” You mumble, looking out the window.

“I just want you to be comfortable since you’re my best friend and I always give you a ride home. Thank you, though. You’re the best friend ever!” He squeezes your hand before starting the way to school.

“Pete, we’re still going to the ski trip together tomorrow, right?” You whisper, looking over at him with big eyes.

“Of course!” He nods vigorously, but his mind seems elsewhere. You sigh and look out the window until you get to school. Once you’re there, you hop out immediately and rush inside, not even bothering to wait for Peter.

~+~

After school, you’re shoved into the back of Peter’s car as Gen calls “shotgun!” in her loud, annoying voice. You look over to Peter, half expecting him to argue with her that you always get shotgun, but he’s silent as he climbs into his car. 

You huff in annoyance and get in the back, having to watch in agonizing pain as Gen laces her fingers with his hand that isn’t on the wheel, something you’ve always wanted to do.

“So, how was everyone’s day?” You break the silence, hoping that it’s only awkward for you. You would hate for Peter to think you’re mad at him, although you kinda are.

“Mine was great! How was yours, baby?” Gen purrs, stroking his arm lightly. You almost gag at the sight.

“It was okay.” He admits, shrugging his shoulders lightly. His mind isn’t present, though. He’s definitely daydreaming as he drives. Is that dangerous?

“I bet I could make it better.” She hums, licking her lips slightly and giggling.

“Alright, there is a third passenger here. Just warning you.” You remind them, giving them both a pat on the shoulder.

“Right. Sorry, I forgot you existed for a second. I just get that way with Peter sometimes…” She giggles again, and you’re close to fuming now.

“Well, I’m glad your boyfriend here is going on the ski trip with someone else.” You grin at her. Her head whips to face you, a scowl ever present on her features.

“He’s what?” Her head turns to stare daggers into Peter’s side profile. You see his jaw clench.

“One, I’m not your boyfriend...yet. Two, it’s true...I’m going with someone else. I guess. It’s nothing serious, though.” He mutters, and you can’t help but grow angrier with each passing word.  

“Oh, look where we are! Your house. Goodbye, pest.” Gen waves to you as you get out of the car. You return it with a glare as you march to your porch.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Peter catches up with you as soon as you’re in the front door. Luckily, your family isn’t home right now.

“What do you want?” You growl, ripping your arm out of his grasp.

“What is going on with you? I know you don’t like Gen because of what she did to me, but we’re both over that so why can’t you be, too? And why’d you go and try to sabotage me like that revealing that I’m going with someone else?” He asks, and you see the anger bubbling up in him. Like he deserves to be angry.

“Oh, you’re absolutely right, Peter. Let me apologize. I’m sorry that the person you’re speaking of doesn’t happen to just be anybody at the school, it’s me. I’m sorry that you’re getting back together with Gen since she’s a crappy person in general. Her dumping you oh so long ago is not the only reason I don’t like her. And lastly, I’m sorry that you don’t take me, or our friendship, seriously. I really misjudged you, Peter.” You huff, your words on the verge of yelling. You drop your backpack next to the wall.

“You misjudged me? Excuse me, who’s the popular one here? I picked you up from being a loser, (Y/n/n). You can’t give me the excuse of misjudging, because apparently, I was wrong to ever consider you a friend if you’re just going to go and stab me in the back like this. Maybe you should just be another somebody at the school to me. I like Gen, (Y/n/n), so I don’t see why you’re ruining this for me.” He rants, running his hand through his hair. You growl.

“Don’t (y/n/n) me. Don’t tell me I’m the one back-stabbing you. I said I misjudged you, but that was the only harsh thing against you that I said. I never called you an idiot, a jerk, nothing. I attacked Gen because she bullies me and hates me for no reason. Meanwhile here you are, defending the bully, calling me names. You’re calling me a bad friend, just another somebody in your life, and here I was thinking this would just be another one of our petty fights. I can’t believe this is how it turned out. From a simple car ride to this.” You blink back tears, not wanting to cry in front of him. Peter’s face turns to stone.

“At least I wasn’t the one that started it back in the car.” He whispers, and that breaks the last straw.

“Get out of my house.” You tell him, your voice dangerously low.

“What?” He asks, giving you an incredulous look.

“You heard me. Get out. I don’t want to see you any more right now.” You bite your lip, adding the right now to the end because you know you’re going to regret this entire fight soon. Very soon.

“Fine.” He walks out and slams the door shut behind him. You break down crying immediately after he leaves, grabbing your backpack and running to your room. 

You drop onto your bed and sob into your pillow, not stopping until about fifteen minutes later. You look up and see that you didn’t roll your shades down, so across from you is a torn-looking Peter and a smug-looking Gen. Just what you needed.

Getting off your bed, before giving Peter or Gen a chance to say anything, you close your blinds and sink to the floor.

How humiliating could this day get?

“Honey, where’s that boy toy of yours?” You hear the door shut and your mom’s voice call out, causing you to groan.

Things could definitely get worse.

~+~

The next morning, you wake up to your alarm that’s set to get ready for the ski trip. You groan and slam snooze on it before a brilliant idea pops into your head.

Apologize.

You immediately sit up straight and get out of bed, taking a shower and putting some comfortable and semi-warm clothes on. You grab your bag and set it by the door, flinging it open and gathering the courage to actually walk over there.

“Honey, I thought you weren’t going on the trip anymore?” Your mom yawns, walking into the room.

“I’m gonna go apologize. I can’t live without Peter.” You admit.

“That’s a bit dramatic, but okay, sweetie.” She nods and walks out of the room.

You roll your shoulders and walk to Peter’s house, knocking exactly three times on his door. He opens it almost immediately, shock evident on his face when he sees you. His hair is tousled like it usually is when he first wakes up and you can’t help but want to run your fingers through the soft locks. You don’t, though. And you didn’t bring your ski trip bag with you, just in case that seemed to forward, so you just fidget with the bottom of your sweater as you stare at him.

“Uh, what are you doing here?” He clears his throat awkwardly, looking anywhere but at you.

“I’m here to apologize. I’m sorry. I didn’t want things to end the way they did, and I need you to know that. I’m sorry I said all of those things. You’re my best friend, I can’t lose you. Please forgive me.” You frown, looking at the ground. You feel tears well in your eyes again but you blink them away. You’ve had enough embarrassment for a few days.

“I forgive you. And I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have said all those things. You’re my best friend, too, and what I said was truly awful. I said some terrible things and immediately regretted them, but when I saw you crying...I couldn’t get the fact that I caused those tears out of my head. It hurt, it really did. I’m really glad we’re making up this early in the fight because I don’t know what I’d do without you around.” Peter smiles slightly and you grin widely at him.

“So, about the ski trip…” You trail off, giving him a sheepish smile. His eyes widen.

“About that….in the chaos of our fight, I figured we weren’t going anymore and asked Gen to go with me...I’m sorry.” He frowns, taking his turn to look down at the floor in embarrassment. He scuffs the floor with the tip of his shoe. Your face goes red in embarrassment at the fact that you thought he would keep your ticket for you.

“Right! Uh, yeah, you have fun with that. I’ll see you later, I guess.” You frown and spin on your heel. You feel Peter take your wrist, causing you to turn back around again.

“I just want you to know that...I didn’t mean anything I said during that fight. Seriously. You’re the most important person to me. I value your friendship like crazy, and you could never be another somebody in the crowd to me. I’m sorry for even suggesting it.” He gives you an awkward smile and you give a fake one in return.

“Yup. You too. Have fun on your trip with Gen.” You spin around again and hurry over to your house. You feel Peter’s stare on your back as he watches you go. It wasn’t a complete failure, he’s not mad at you anymore, but you still aren’t going on the ski trip with him.

Gen is.

~+~

After thirty minutes of complaining about how the ski trip was a bad idea in the first place, there’s a knock on your door. Your head perks up in curiousity.

“I’ll get it!” You call and run downstairs, swinging the door open to see Peter standing there, a large smile on his face.

“Still got your bag packed?” He asks.

“Yes...why?” You feel a smile tug on your lips.

“Because you and I are going on the ski trip together. C’mon, we gotta go or else we’ll miss the bus.” He motions you away with his hand. You chuckle and grab your bag, saying a quick goodbye to your mom before walking out and climbing into Peter’s car with him. He starts to drive way over the speed limit.

“So what made you change your mind?” You hum, not being able to do anything but smile.

“Well, I got there and sat down by Gen on the bus and she kinda laid her head on my shoulder and for some reason, it made me very uncomfortable. I quickly realized it was because only you ever lay your head on my shoulder and it felt weird for someone else to do it, and I didn’t like Gen stealing the signature thing you do with me. Then, I got to thinking about the trip and how much it would suck without you by my side. So, I got up and marched right off the bus to get to your house. And here we are.” He explains animatedly.

“I’m glad you chose me.” You nod.

“See, that’s the thing, though. It should have never been a choice. I should’ve been by your side since the beginning, seeing that Gen’s a terrible person in the first place. She’s a brat. She threw a fit as soon as I took her ticket and I realized how right you were. It’s always been you, (Y/n/n). It always comes back around to you.” Peter chuckles, laying his hand on top of yours and nervously glancing at you. You keep silent, absolutely over the moon that Peter Kavinsky, your crush, has his hand on yours right now.

“Yeah. You’re right. It’s always been you, Kavinsky.” You nod in agreement, biting your lip to keep from smiling uncontrollably again. You smile anyway. Then, you’re in a parking spot in front of the school. The two of you get out of the car and head toward the bus when you hear an all-too-familiar voice that you really wish you hadn’t heard.

“You!” Gen screeches from behind you, causing you to spin around and give her a look.

“What about me? I know I’m great but you can’t just come up to me screaming for an autograph, sorry.” You frown and Peter chuckles. He stands beside you, defensive against Gen instead of you this time and your heart melts. He really did notice how harsh he was.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Come on, (Y/n/n), we need to get to the bus. Ignore her.” Peter takes your hand in his and drags you away from her and to the bus. You find two seats together at the back and sit down.

“Thank you for stopping that. I don’t what I would’ve done if she started throwing punches.” You chuckle.

“Anything for my favorite girl.” He nudges you and smiles, laying his head on your shoulder and closing his eyes. You smile warmly at the cute boy and lay your head on top of his, quickly drifting off to sleep as the bus starts the journey.

~+~

When you arrive, you nudge Peter to wake him up. His eyes flutter open and immediately lock with yours. His lips turn up in a warm smile.

“You ready?” You question, and he nods groggily. You help him out of his seat and the two of you walk into the lodge.

“What first?” He asks, slinging an arm around your shoulder playfully. You hum.

“Well, we are on a ski trip so...let’s ski!” You grin at him.

“Atta girl. Meet back down here in ten?” Peter returns your grin. You bite your lip.

“Make it twenty. I’ve got to change into something warmer.” You giggle and brush past him, heading up to your room.

Once you’ve changed, you go back to the lobby. However, waiting for you is none other than Peter Kavinsky, along with Gen of all people. You didn’t even know she still went on the trip.

“Oh. (Y/n). I didn’t think you’d be here.” She grits her teeth, looking you up and down. Peter grimaces and walks to stand by you.

“Really, you didn’t? I mean, Peter did ditch you for me, so I thought that would’ve sent the message…or are you really that stupid?” You frown, faking concern.

“Haha, so funny, (y/l/n). Peter and I were about to go skiing, so...I’ll see you around.” She scowls and grabs Peter’s arm, to which he pulls away from her.

“I never said I’d ski with you. I actually promised (Y/n/n) here I’d ski with her. Not you.” Peter slides his arm around your waist causing you to smile widely. Gen justs scoffs and walks off.

“C’mon, let’s go ski!” You excitedly pull him along as you walk out of the lodge.

~+~

After skiing for so long, you head back to your room. You had already told Peter goodnight, so you were thinking you were done for the day. Oh, how wrong you were.

“(Y/n)!” Lara Jean’s familiar voice calls out to you. You turn to see her walking down the hall, smiling at you.

“Hey, Lara Jean. What’s up?” You stop in front of your room to talk to her.

“Nothing much. I just saw Peter out in the hot tub alone, though, so you might want to hurry.” She jokes.

“What?” You smile, though you’re slightly confused.

“I mean...I thought you were going to change...you know, to go to the hot tub with him?” She asks.

“Oh, no...I didn’t know he was going to the hot tub.” You laugh nervously, not really sure what’s going on.

“Well...Peter’s waiting for you in the hot tub, so...go get ‘em!” She awkwardly pats you on the back before walking off quickly. You frown and step inside your room, grabbing your swimsuit. 

If Peter’s in the hot tub, who are you to keep him waiting?

~+~

You walk out to the hot tub, a robe wrapped tightly around you to keep out the shivering cold. You see Peter before he sees you.

“Out here all alone? Where’s Gen?” You chuckle. Peter turns to look at you, smile brightening once he sees you.

“I actually wasn’t waiting on Gen, thankfully. I was waiting for someone else.” He admits, and your stomach sinks a little.

“Oh. Who were you waiting on?” You ask, wrapping your robe a little tighter self consciously.

“You, silly. C’mon in, the water’s warm.” He motions for you to step in. You grin as you take the robe off and step into the hot water. You sit next to him and he slings his arm around your shoulders.

“This is nice.” You try to start a conversation, failing terribly.

“It’s more than nice. I wish we could do this all the time.” He smiles, closing his eyes.

“What, have a hot tub?” You laugh.

“No, I mean I wish we could be like this all the time. Me and you. Doing cute stuff like this.” He lays his head on your shoulder, and you swear your heart stops beating.

“What are you trying to say, Pete?” You breathe out, biting your lip in a nervous habit.

“I’m saying I don’t want to be friends anymore, (Y/n/n),” Peter groans into your shoulder, “I want to be more. I want to be your boyfriend. I want you to be my girlfriend. I want to do cute stuff with you and be able to kiss you and hug you whenever I want.”

“I want that too.” You whisper, turning to face him. You see his face break out into a smile as he lifts his head off your shoulder.

“Then does that mean I can kiss you?” His eyes flicker down to your lips. You nod slightly and he tenderly presses his lips to yours. Your eyes close as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.  

After a few minutes of just making out in the hot tub, you break away and giggle.

“I’m tired. Can we go to bed now?” You run your fingers through his hair, something you’ve always wanted to do.

“Yeah, let’s go. It’s getting cold out here anyway.” He smiles and helps you out of the hot tub and into your robe. The two of you walk to your room and he presses a sweet kiss to your lips.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, boyfriend.” You smile and kiss him again.

“See you tomorrow, (Y/n/n).” He presses one last kiss to your forehead and walks off. You walk into your room and dreamily sigh before going to bed. 

This would be a night you’ll never forget.

~+~

The next morning, you quickly find Peter on the bus and give him a chaste kiss.  

“Morning, babe.” He grins at you and pulls you in for a longer kiss. You bring your hand up to his cheek before you’re rudely interrupted by a voice behind you.

“Ahem. People are trying to sleep here.” Gen rolls her eyes. She’s sitting in the seat across the aisle from you.

“Then you shouldn’t have sat there.” You shrug and peck Peter on the lips again. He chuckles and laces your hands together.

Maybe this ski trip wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

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Walking Away Part 3-PK Imagine

God, okay so a week ago (Maybe) I got an ask if this was going to get a part three, 4,5 and 6 and I told them no but like... Damnit I totally jinxed myself because this is turning into a mini story lol. Let me know thoughts! I will also be fixing my masterlist and everything I’ve written since ‘Line’. I also have more prompts waiting to post and I’m working on a Noah story, which I hope you guys want!

Walking Away Part 1

Walking Away Part 2

           After you pulled into your driveway, you got out of the car and watched as Peter pulled up to the curb, unfolding himself out of the car and walking towards you but he stopped at the end of the driveway with a couple feet of air between you two. You stood there with the strap of your bag hanging off of your shoulder, your lips rolling together as you wondered what to say to him because what were you supposed to say? That you were in love with him, but didn’t think you two would last against Gen? That your younger brother looking up to him broke your heart because you felt like you had been betraying him by lying? That your mother started to care about Peter and joined you and Ms. Kavinsky at his lacrosse games?

           You just couldn’t. You wanted too, but you couldn’t. You began biting on your bottom lip when Peter’s eyes raked up and down your body, taking in what you had decided to wear today. A black skirt, with thigh high socks and a cropped sweater, a sliver of skin around the side of your waist playing peak-a-boo with him and begging him to just come slide his fingers over the skin.

           You looked so perfect, so beautiful. Peter had always noticed you as the quiet girl in his grade, the one who loved to do things that involved not being social, he had always thought you were pretty, but you flourished by his side and he knew he flourished too. He became a better person, his already decent grades spiked and he had become friends again with Lara Jean and got closer with Christine, Gen’s cousin. His life fell into place when you guys started this fake relationship and he stopped caring about Gen, and he only cared about you.

           He truly cared for your voice, for your heart and for your mind. Peter was completely fascinated with you. He was obsessed with how your mind worked, how your heart started beating for him. It was like he could hear your heart beat, because his beat the same rhythm. He just didn’t know how to convince you of that.

           “We need to talk,” he breathed, his eyebrows pulled together.

           You glanced down and nodded. You sighed deeply, “I’m sorry.”

           Peter had been forcing himself to stand right where he was because if he got too close, he didn’t want you backing away from him, but your soft words made his legs walk towards you. “Why are you sorry?” he whispered back, confused. He didn’t think you needed to apologize because what you said this morning was true, he wouldn’t have had the balls to ask you out if it weren’t for wanting to get Gen back, your relationship wouldn’t have happened without her taking Peter’s heart and trying to ruin it. He had no excuse for continuing to talk to Gen while thinking about taking you out on a real date, he should have stopped sooner but breaking the habit was hard. He had been with Gen for what felt like forever, and breaking a habit was hard but realizing he might lose you forever was the wake up call he needed to tell Gen to not speak to him again. He had told her that during second period, right after you walked away from him, she didn’t take it easily but she didn’t have a choice.

           “For everything,” you said, your chest feeling heavy as more tears threatened to spill. “For doing this, for you nearly getting into a fight.”

           Peter didn’t care if you backed away from him, all he did was reached for you. He touched his hand to your cheek and brought your eyes up to meet his, his heart slowly breaking all over again. A soft smile slowly made its way onto his face as his thumb touched your cheekbone, “I don’t get what you don’t understand about me fighting for you.”

           “But I don’t want you carrying all of my problems like that, it isn’t your fight.” You pleaded, willing him to listen to you. You didn’t see yourself as being loveable right now, you didn’t think you were in a good place and you didn’t want to burden him. With faking it, it was okay, but all of a sudden it wasn’t faking it. It was real.

           “Your problems aren’t a burden, you don’t have to carry them alone. I will always fight for you.” Peter declared, making your heart race.

           “Peter,” you said softly.

           “You’re not ready,” he cut you off and slid his hand into your hair, cradling the back of your head. “and whatever you’ve got going on in your head, work through it. But if you think I’m walking away then you’re wrong, I’ll wait for you.”

           Your heart burst at his declaration. His head lowered to yours and you closed your eyes and savored in the feeling of his lips touching your cheek softly. “I love you,” he whispered into your ear before he pulled away from you and left you standing there, attempting to regulate your breathing again.

           Peter got inside his car and drove off. You chewed on your bottom lip and walked into your silent house. You felt like you had to find yourself before you could make a relationship with Peter, you had never been alone because you had been dating Y/Ex/N since you could remember and you wanted to find out who you were without a boyfriend. One that you needed to know you could trust because up until a couple days ago, as far as you knew, Peter was still into Gen. You needed Peter to know that it was truly over and you weren’t just a rebound to him.

           For the rest of the night, you avoided any and all talk with your mother, because you knew she would ask you about Peter. You finished your homework and right before you went to bed, you stared at Peter’s contact, wondering if you should call him because that had been your routine for a while. Finish homework, Peter would magically know and as soon as you put down your pen, he’d call. But you didn’t and you went to bed, or at least tried to sleep.

           When you got to school the next morning, the talk of the day wasn’t on you but was on Greg, one of Peter’s close friends, and his Halloween party that was this upcoming weekend. You and your best friend were supposed to go with Peter, as a threesome, but now you didn’t even know if you were still invited because Greg was Peter’s friend, not yours.

           You took a deep breath as you opened up your locker, your eyes and ears on high alert for Peter, but you haven’t seen him yet.

           “Hey, Y/N,” Greg said as he came up to you.

           “Hi, Greg.” You smiled.

           “You’re still coming to my party, right?” he asked as you fished out your books and notebooks for the first three periods.

           “Uh, I don’t know.” You breathed and smiled nervously.

           “Listen,” Greg rested against the locker beside yours. “I get that you and Peter are taking a break, but I don’t want you to not come because of that. I think you’re a cool girl, and I really would like it if you still came.”

           Your heart melted at his words. Greg had always been sweet to you, and you had seen how close him and Peter were on multiple occasions. He always had Peter’s back, no matter what. “What about Peter?”

           “What about him?” Greg shrugged, “Peter told me you guys were on decent terms, so I think you should come.”

           “We’ll be there,” Y/F/N said as she came up behind you, you looked at her and saw her giving you an encouraging smile so you turned to Greg and smiled, silently agreeing with her.

           Greg’s face immediately broke out into a grin, “Sweet, it starts at 9. Costumes are mandatory.”

           You watched as Greg walked away so you turned and looked at Y/F/N, “We were supposed to go as sexy nurses with Peter being the doctor, what’re we supposed to go as now?”

           Y/F/N was notorious for getting into trouble and there wasn’t much trouble that you didn’t get into either when she was around. You believed that if your best friend wanted to do it, you’d do it too. Even if you ended up in a jail cell together wondering why the hell you decided it was a good idea. So when the devil touched her eyes and her lips curled into a smile you suddenly started to worry that this wasn’t such a good idea.

           “Don’t worry, gorgeous. I got it handled.”

           “Y/F/N…” you groaned before letting your head fall back.

           “Ladies,” you heard Peter say so you turned your head to see him walking towards you two with a smile on his pretty face. He was in black jeans and a navy blue button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up just under his forearms, he looked so good and it was starting to make your head hurt. “How are my two favorite people?”

           “Hey, PK.” Your friend greeted with a smile as if you did not just ‘break up’ yesterday.

           Peter looked away from your friend and at you, “I brought you something.”

           “What?” you asked him while grabbing one more textbook and shoving your lunch box inside, your eyebrows pulled together and creased the space between them. Last night, right before you went to bed, Peter sent you one last text that promised he wasn’t going to stop talking to you just because you ended it, even though it hadn’t been real that long, and you only now realized he was keeping to his word.

           You hadn’t realized he was holding something behind his back until he brought out what he was holding and showed you a grande Starbucks and a little white bag that had a goodie. Your heart melted because you remembered it was Friday and for the past couple weeks Peter had started showing up every Thursday with Starbucks, and he hadn’t forgotten today.

           “I remembered they had the PSL so,” he said and offered it to you. “They also had your favorite bagel for once.”

           “Lucky bitch,” you heard your friend mumble as you took your favorite fall drink.

           “Thanks, Peter,” you smiled and sipped it.

           “You should’ve texted me that you wanted one, Y/F/N,” Peter answered and you smiled as your best friend waved him off.

           “It’s okay, PK, next week.” She answered.

           “So,” Peter turned his head to look at you, making your heart stop inside your chest. He rubbed his hands together, “Are you going to Greg’s on tomorrow?”

           You didn’t want to tell him yes because you didn’t really know. You had told Greg you were but you didn’t know what you were going as, even if Y/F/N was planning new outfits so you settled on, “Maybe.”

           Looking slightly disappointed Peter’s eyes rounded. Y/F/N placed an arm over your shoulders, “We’re going as dates, sorry but we kicked you out.”

           Even though it was a joke, and your friend wore a joking smile, you could see the sadness behind his smile and inside his eyes. You three had been talking about a threeway costume for the last month, ever since Greg invited you and Y/F/N. You tried not to dwell on it as Y/F/N pulled you away, “Bye, PK!”

           “Bye ladies,” Peter answered and gave you one last smile.

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