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viscountoflondon · 6 months

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College Kavinsky 2.0

You drove down the street stressed that you were late. You arrive the restaurant and send an I’m here text waiting for him to respond as you sit in the car. When 5 minutes pass you think nothing of it but when it gets to 15 minutes you don’t why but your stomach sinks.

“Hello?” you say as he picked up and was silent

“Y/L/N?” “Yea?” you confirm turning down the volume in the car, you hear a lot of commotion in the background

“Shit sorry Y/L/N”

“Ohhh kayyyy” you were getting stood up. “Shit happened in the club emergency meeting and I just lost track of time I was gonna text”

You interrupt “I understand”

“I’m sorry” “Thanks” you respond nonchalantly “is everything okay?” you ask hearing a yelling match go on

“I can’t really talk now mind if I call later maybe we can hang out. I will make it up to you I promise”

“Sure” you respond in a flat tone “don’t stress about it, just call me back when you can” “Great thanks Y/L/N”

You sigh and look up. Did you just get stood up or was he playing the forgot lets hangout at your place possibly hook up game?

“Babes? What are you doing here?” Ivy asks you

You shrug “Peter couldn’t make it”

“Oh shit what did he say?”

“I don’t know something happened he lost track of time” You scoff taking off your shoes.“Some bullshit. Make up wasted, outfit down the drain”

“Aww don’t be like that” she pouts opening her arms for your to hug

You smile and give her one “Yeeaaa, i think he stood me up” “He wouldn’t do that!” she insists

“Well only time will tell Ivanna, only time will tell. I’m gonna go lay down” “Okay I’m here to talk if you want”

Ivy knew this wasn’t going as planned but she knew Peter just wouldn’t fake it like that only to stand you up she texted Cam only to be ignored for hours as well and he confirmed the same thing Peter said fight etc...

You agree one more time to meet Peter over the next weekend, it wasn’t the best time for you two but Peter really wanted to see you. So the best you could do was agree to a coffee date 2 hours max because you both had obligations after

“Hey!” he says walking in

“Hi” you greet smiling at him. He had managed to ease away the wall you immediately built up after last weekend

“Man you know all the cool places, I thought we were gonna meet at starbucks or something” “Nope!” you emphasis the P “they have good coffee, bagels, and treats”

“I don’t even know what to get I normally get my coffee from starbucks and its some latte shit” “Ooh I can order for you is your starbucks order sweet or not”

He shrugs “i don’t know like regular sweet”

“Perfect, want a bite or?” “I’ll follow your recommendation boss” You blush “Here” he hands you his card “I’m gonna find a seat place is kinda packed”

You nod and wait for your order to come out. It doesn't take more than 10 minutes. When he sees you approaching with the items he gets up to help you.

“Here is your order” you say, handing him his bagel and coffee while you take yours. “I got you a bacon egg and cheese bagel, NY Style and a Half White/ Half reg Mocha, latte.” “MMM! So good!” he says taking a sip of his drink

You smile “I have to stop myself from coming here everyday.”

“What do you have?” “Oh i have a white mocha caramel brulee iced latte and a cheddar bacon bagel with cream cheese, classics”

“Classic kind of girl” “I try new things sometimes I just like the classics you know can’t go wrong” He nods in agreement mouth full of food “So how have you been?” you ask cautiously “everything okay?” you pay attention to his mannerisms

He sighs “yea, i can’t say much but one of the sophomores got into a fight at the bar and the guy wanted to press charges it was crazy”

“Oh wow!”

He takes in a deep breath “I can’t wait for this to be over”

You tilt your head and look at him “I thought you liked being in a frat”

“I do but I don’t at the same time. It’s a lot you know. You have to like micromanage the freshmen and some sophomores make sure their are passing their classes, mentor them, Because that affects our metrics. Teach them to not be creeps. Some haven’t had a girlfriend and don’t know how to manage a full house with many girls and you know they make stupid stupid mistakes sometimes.” he eats a little before speaking “You know whats funny the brother I looked up to when I was a freshman said the same thing I am saying now and I thought he was just had a shitty attitude but this shit wears you down” “Sounds rough” you give him a sympathetic look “Don’t get me wrong it's good it can be great, it really can, but i put in a lot of work last year being the social chair. I’ve never networked as much as I did so much so I hate when people recognize me now”

“Really? I thought you liked the spotlight”

“Yea I kinda wanna be invisible sometimes”

“Aww” you pout seeing the exhaustion in his expression

“But I can manage for 2 more years and then barely look back, that is my mantra now”

You beam at him “You got this Kavinsky”

He smiles “I will if you continue to be by my side”

“You’re so cheesy” You blush looking

“Only for you Y/L/N”

“So I was thinki..” You’re interrupted “OMG PETER IS THAT YOU?” You hear looking back to see Olivia and a few of her friends, you wave back at them as they waved first/ She walks over “Y/N What are you guys doing here?”

“Talking” he says matter of factly answering for you

“Ooooo about?” she wiggles her eyebrows while sitting next to him “oh mind if wejoin?” “Actually we were just”

“Yoo Peetterrr” You hear Sean calls to him

You see the annoyed expression on his face

“Pull up a chair guys” Olivia instructs her friends

“So much for some alone time” he mumbles you hear it and refrain from laughing

You look down at your phone after receiving a text

Peter 🥰: Sorry about this

Y/N: its okay

You look up and smile at him, he responds by giving you a sympathetic smile. You two sit in a circle, with one of Olivia’s friends sitting in between you two? How that happened you don’t know. Peter kind of gets caught up in the conversation that he doesn’t realize time is passing but you did because you had a tutoring session and you couldn’t be late for that.

“Guys I have to go, tutor session” “What are you getting tutoring for?” One of Olivia’s friends ask slyly you peep that

YOu smirk “I don’t get tutoring sessions I am the tutor 3 years now” “Oh” you see the sly smirk fall “And I’m getting paid to do it so I can’t be late my client is waiting for me, talk to you guys later it was nice meeting yall”

“Nice meeting you too”

“Oh shit I gotta go I’m late” “Where you off to Kavinksy.” “I gotta go to practice’ Although stanford didn’t have a men’s lacrosse team Peter was able to try out and join a club where they had frequent games, like a norcal.

Oh yea, text me Mark wants to go over somethings later tonight “Will do Y/L/N wait up girl”

You smile and wait by the door. “Bye guys”

See Ya! He throws the peace sign as he walks out

You two walk to your cars he had parked next to you “I’m sorry about that” Peter comments

“It’s okay Peter can’t control everything” He smiles “you're awesome, I gotta run but I’ll text you okay?”

“Yea drive safe, remember the building is not running away from you” He gives you a quick peck on the cheek and runs to the drivers side of his jeep.

You two meet again at yet another frat party. Besides the brief interactions on campus it was really the frat party where you two could interact

Y/L/N what time did you get here why didn’t you text me

I just got here

“Cool cool, whats your poison tonight” “A few shots”

KAVINSKY You both turn

Mark motions him over with his head I’ll be back

You run into Olivia and her cheerleading crew you hang out with them a bit before you leave and move around the room

There you are babes. I need a dance partner and Cam won’t do it with me

“Ummm” you chuckle “I’m not dancing” “Don’t act like you didn’t teach me how to salsa, come on pleeeaasssee just a few songs, here lets take some shots

“Noooo” “Yesss and then like 3-4 songs”

“FOUR?!”

“Okay three and then i will leave you alone”

“Deal”

You smile the alcohol works through you dance with her to the songs glad the third one is ending as you could see glimpses of Peter watching you. The songs switch tempo to a bachata song.

She holds onto you tight “One morree pleeasseee”

“Peter is watching” you mention not liking his attention

She smiles “Good so is Cam lets get them all worked up” she winks. You can’t help but laugh and follow her lead, she pulls you in close dancing as a couple as you two move around on the dance floor. A few spins for you both a little foot work. The song ends and you’re glad its over with so that you can get away from the middle away from the attention(Peter’s)

“Whoo I need some water” you think as you reach into the icebox

“I didn’t know you could dance Y/L/N” you hear Peter’s voice You turn to face him and you feel your face flush with embarrassment as he walks to you slowly “I.......don’t?” He motions behind him “so what was that?” “Oh i was following Ivy’s lead” you explain trying to hide your smile He chuckles “LIAR”

You smile and walk away from the crowd in the kitchen, he follows you to the backyard. “I know a spot we can talk come on” he grabs your hand

You two walk a bit away from the house near the fence you find a bench

“How you been?” he asks moving your hair behind so he could see your face

“Busy like you” He hums in agreement

“I wanna take you out to dinner” he says while playing with your fingers a little nervous you will say no

“Do i need to dress up?” you ask

He shrugs “Sort of”

“When?”

He smiles “You tell me gorgeous”

“Yo Kavinsky” you hear from the distance

“Oh my gooodddd”

You giggle

“I gotta question” the guy says as he stands in front of you two

“Shoot” he answers nonchalantly

Another guy walks up “KAVINSKYYYY! What’s up bro?” he shouts as he gets closer

You hear him groan “Michael how you doin?!”

“Oh shit didn’t mean to interrupt”

“It’s okay” you go to stand up to walk away but Peter tightens his grip on your hips

You look at him and smiles at you, before looking at the freshmen “what was your question”

“Oh i wanted to know...” you fade away

“Finally okay about dinner”

KAVINSKY he Mark calls

“I can’t fucking take this” it shocks you when you see him irritated “WHAT?”

“HURRY UP I GOTTA TALK TO YOU ABOUT SOMETHING!”

“It’s okay Peter”

“I’m gonna lose my fucking mind” he runs his hand down his face frustrated

“So Dinner I am free Saturday evening and Sunday evening after 3pm”

“Cool I’ll pick you up at 5, I gotta go I’m sorry.” He pecks your cheek before running towards the house. You sit on the bench and contemplate ponder. Your conversation with Peter was mostly done via text. I mean the times you two were around each other it seemed that you two were constantly interrupted how would this work. At least with Cam and Ivy he made time for her. How could it work if Peter didn’t? That was tomorrows problem because tonight you were laughing at the antics in front of you.

“You guys are cute you look up it was Olivia”

“Oh Olivia! Whats up? you scoot over so she could sit next to you

She sits down before saying “Nothing just commenting on you two love birds” she teases “So what you two discuss?”

“Oh” you blush “Peter wants to take me out to dinner”

She smiles “Really when?”

You shrug “Next weekend I think”

“Think he’s gonna make it official?” she asks

“I don’t know maybe or maybe he just wants the chance to get to know me better no interruptions” you say

“Yea thats possible” she smiles. You two talk about other things before she too gets up and leaves. You hang out in your spot a bit longer feeling the last effects of the shots starting to fade before you decide to leave it was late you had to study all that shabang. You push your way through the crowd and see Peter having a very deep conversation it didn’t seem like an interruption from you would be appropriate at the moment so you send him a text. He wished you had done so, it would have given him an excuse to get out of that stupid discussion

Next weekend arrived and this time Peter was not late. In fact he was early.

You hear a knock on the door and look down at the clock. It's 4:30 why would he be here at 4:30? You were just finishing up the final touches of your makeup. You throw on a robe and rush down the stairs tidy up the best you can before opening the door

“Kavinsky, you’re early

“Early bird gets the worm” he stands with his hands behind the back

“Do you wanna come in sorry for the mess

“Laundry adorned the couch as you were mid washing cycle and didn’t feel like carrying it up all the way to your room

He scoffs looking around “Its nothing compared to the (frat) house you know that.” He pulls you in “how are you?”

Oh you blush “I’m good”

“I got you these” He pulls the bouquet from behind his back

You can't help but to grin “Aww Peter you didn’t have to!”

“It’s my pleasure

You smile and walk towards the kitchen “want something to drink?” you ask as you place them in a vase. “I’ll read this later” you say as you place the card down

“I’ll take some water”

“Okay, I’ll be right back. I don’t wanna be late I promise I’ll be down in 10 minutes” you say as you run up the steps

“No problem take your time!”

“Okay I’m ready” your heels go clacking against the wooden floor as you walk down the stairs. “12 minutes a little late.”

He smiles at you holding his hand out “Right on time to me. WOW look at you!” He holds your hand up so you can do a little spin

You smile as you stop facing him “I look okay? i can change”

“Don’t I love those on you: he comments speaking of your heels

You look around and see that one of your panties laid on the floor you hoped Peter didn’t notice and you become extremely bashful. “Okay let's go” you open your clutch “keys, wallet. phone. Good all in there”

During the ride there Peter held your hand and sang a few songs on his playlist you laughed and snapped a few videos

“You gotta post those” he says when you’re done

You end up 1 hour away from your apartment in Berkeley, CA

You see the sign Welcome To Berkeley, California when you turn to Peter “We are in Berkley”

“Yes ma'am” You give him a look “I’ll explain when we get there”, 15 minutes later he pulls into a parking lot of a restaurant that had all the romance vibes.

“Wow Peter this is” you look around “thank you”

He smiles looking at you taking it all in “it’s my pleasure”

The waiter comes and you two place your order. The conversation is surface level, until you were both done and now waiting for dessert.

“Ummmm” the waiter interrupts looking bashful “I have drinks”

“Oh” you look down at the drinks and back up at Peter who also looked confused “We didn’t order those”

She blushes even more “I know but um there is a couple around who wanted to buy you two drinks said you guys were so cute and I agree” she smiles

“Oh” you smile and look around to see if you could tell who it was but you couldn’t “tell them thank you!”

“Absolutely!”

Peter picks up his drink and you follow suit “Salud to us to life and to the lovely couple: you raise your glasses in the air, clinking them lightly and taking a sip.

You two stare at each other while he routinely kisses your knuckles while he holds a smitten look on his face

You blush before speaking “So we drove to Berkely an hour away because?”

He sighs and sits up rubbing his thumb over yours “I really like you Y/N” wow you didn’t know you could like the sound of him saying your first name as much as you did your last name “And I didn’t want any interruptions. I want to just focus on you, on us, I wanna make sure we are on the same page” he smiles before placing a soft kiss on your knuckles You blush “Are we not on the same page?” “I think we are but, now I get to talk to you, like really talk to you without someone fucking recognizing me”

“I honestly thought you loved that” He huffs “I am starting to hate it. I can't even get a moment to think, only time is after practice, at the library when I've locked myself in a room and late at night, when everyone’s asleep and the house is mostly quiet. But then i can’t sleep because i’m trying to catch up on my thoughts, like oh I forgot to watch the tiktok you sent, coach sent us a schedule for next week” You reach over and caress his face “it will be over soon Peter” you try to sooth his frustrations

“I have dessert for you two”

The waiter brought a plate, you watch as she places it down. Letters adorn the plate ‘Will you be my girlfriend?’ It reads you look down then back up at Peter.

“What do you say Y/N Y/L/N” he asks moving the hair from your face as he leans in closer in and speaks softly “Will you be my girl?” he pushes the hair behind your ear and caresses your cheek “I would love to be yours”

“Peter” you say above a whisper

“I need an answer baby” he insists in the most sultry voice you’ve heard from him so far

God when will you stop blushing you think before answering “Yes I would love to”

He smiles and gently pulls you towards him and gives you a peck on your lips. Your first kiss A feeling he knows he will become addicted to.

When you pull away you take it all in “You planned all this”

He smiles leaning back and taking scooping some of his dessert and eating it “I did for you, for us like I said”

“You’re so thoughtful thank you Peter”

“I wanted to” he smirks smuggly knowing his mission was accomplished You blush “what is it?” he chuckles

“Nothing” you smile looking away from him

“I wanna be with you in ways that I haven’t felt in a long time” he pauses “I wanna be there when you’re sad, mad, happy i want to experience those things with you”

You smile slyly “Even if i’m mad at you?”

“Even if, because I know that we can talk it out and be better”

“You’re such a romantic”

“Can’t blame me, anyone would be especially when it comes to you”

You smile

His phone pings and he looks down at it and huffs. You're quickly brought back to reality which was Peter’s availability.

You look away from him feeling a sort of dread, what if this would be the first and last time he did this for you. Not that you were wanting him to drive an hour and spend hundreds of dollars but what if this was it do you savor the moment or do you...

“Y/N!”

Your head snaps to look at him “Yea?”

“You okay?”

“Yes!” you smile

“Tell me amore” he caresses your hands again

‘Amore’ God why is this happening to me I can’t be going through this rollercoaster of emotions

“Oh I’m okay”

“You looked sad what is it?” You shake your head “Oh i was just thinking”

“About tell me” he insists pulling your hand to his mouth again for more kisses

“I just got too lost in thought and started thinking about the people I’m tutoring” you chuckle nervously, avoiding eye contact

“You sure?” he asks feeling as if you weren’t telling him the truth

Yea you lean in to give him a kiss “I’m sure”

The night was perfect, you think to yourself, no need to ruin it by overthinking things. You to finish and head back to your place. The car ride is filled with jokes and funny stories.

“So do you wanna come in do you have time?” you ask as he parks in front of your house

He looks at his watch and nods “yea” he had to be back to the house within 30 minutes but he was sure he could make because it only took 10 minutes to get there from your house

“Oooo” the girls say in unison

“You guys are back finally” Ivy comments

“Peter, you know Ivy but these are my other roommates Daniella and Willow”

He salutes them “Nice to meet you two”

“I was gonna give him a quick tour is that okay?” you ask

“Yes it is! Welcome to our home Peter, nuestra casa es su casa!” Daniella comments

“Thanks!”

“He’s cute!” you hear them whisper as you go up the steps

“We can hear you!” You say and they giggle

“So you've seen the kitchen and dining area”

“Daniella and Willow occupy the 2nd floor” you say as you stop in the common space “we have a common area with TV also just in case someone wants to watch american horror stories and the other real housewives of beverly hills, and then their bedrooms are across from each other ensuite bathrooms, closets towels linen etc.”

“Okay okay he looks around taking it in”

“And” you walk further down the hall up to a third set of stairs. “This is my bedroom: you say as you walk in you noticed the pile of laundry sitting by the door and didn’t pay it any mind

“I have the attic”

“Wow” he comments your space was cozy

“You like?”

“It's very cozy I love it”

Warm lights and fake candles adorned your space

“I have a desk over there you point to the desk across your bed, small lounge area where I can kinda crash and watch my own TV you point to the small sectional, slept on this sectional so many times, my lovely bed catches all my dreams, closet,I have shoe problem, don’t comment, and bathroom.”

He nods taking it all in “This is dope, lots of space too” you smile in response “And where is Ivy’s room”

“Oh she has the basement”

“Cool, cool”

“Yea the attic and basement are both bigger so since the previous seniors left we took the rooms over Ivy said she wasn’t gonna walk up all those steps”

“I like it, it fits you”

“Really how so?” not understanding what about your room fit you

“Warm and cozy thats how i feel when we are together, like i have safe space with you” he says matter of factly

“Oh that's sweet of you” you plop down on the bed, your feet hurting from wearing heels one inch too high for your comfort

He smiles and walks over to you squating down “I got you, let me get these off” he works the clasps on each shoe and gently removes the heels

“I still don't know how you walk in these” he says looking at the heel

“One step in front of the other, you can just drop them there” you point at a space near you

He does so “Speaking of dropping” he picks up a pair of lace panties on the floor a pair you had just washed

“Oh my god!” you snatch it from him and shove it under the pillow “you didn’t see those”

“Those look good kinda” he reaches for them and you push him away giggling “ wanna see them on you” “Peter!”

“What you’re my girl now, don’t need to hide anything” he grabs your hand “come here”

You feel your face flush as he pulls you in. He moves the hair out of your face as looks down at you. “You’re so beautiful Y/N”

You smile “not as handsome as you” you manage to say before he leans down and gives you a kiss. This time it wasn’t just a peck, it was soft slow nothing rushed, he cradled your jaw and face, you feel light circle sensations on your cheek as he simultaneously pulls you in closer. You feel like you’re gonna faint his lips are so soft, you let him kiss you deeply, tongue exploring your mouth, you feel as if he is breathing you in taking your breath away your grip on his arms tightens, he pulls away slowly softly returning for another make out session only allowing you a few seconds to catch your breath as he peppered small pecks your lips he couldn’t resist he just needed to feel your lips on him once again you don’t know how long you two kissed but you both jump when his phone rings.

It had been 30 minutes and Mark was now calling his phone. He looks at the caller ID “Oh shit i gotta go amore”

“Its okay” he leans in for another kiss you giggle “Peter you’re gonna get in trouble”

“Its worth it!” he declares

You lightly push at his chest and reach up to wipe the remnants of your lipstick from his face and lips “you gotta go handsome”

He rolls his eyes “trying to get rid of me” he argues

“Nope you grab his hand trying to get you out of trouble” you counter

He smiles and walks down the steps with you

You walk him to the car he leans in one more time for a kiss you both smile as you giggle “you gotta go” you whisper softly pushing him in the car

“One more for good measure” he comments pulling you into his jeep and holding you tight

You give him a quick peck and push away quickly “you gotta go text me” you say closing the door

A round of “oooooos” erupts as you walk into the house. You roll your eyes “seriously guys?”

“What you brought an adonis into our home and we cant cheer for you pshh you deserve it girly pop” Willow comments

You smile thanks “oh i forgot i didn’t read the note” you state seeing it sit on the flowers , you slowly open it and it reads “thinking of you forever and always” you read outloud “Awwwww” they all say in unison

“Damn, what do i have to do to get a boyfriend like that?” Daniella asks

“You smile be yourself”

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cantstoptheimagines · 1 year

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Secret Admirer (Peter Kavinsky | To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before)

Summary — Your best friend has been keeping a secret.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Fluffy fluffiness; friends to lovers because it’s one of the only ways to live; some lowkey, classic mutual pining; Peter being a secret poet (not really); nicknames like ‘babe’ and ‘sweetheart’; Lara Jean being a very supportive (but slightly annoying) friend; literally one curse word.

Notes ➳ ‘Can’t Stop the Love’ Event (7/14) ➳ Word Count is 1,357. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them).

The smile that lit up Lara Jean’s face nearly made your heart stop. Her eyes twinkled with curiosity as she bent down to pick up a small, folded piece of paper that fallen out of your locker.

“You got another one!”

“Yeah, I can see that, nosey,” you replied, quickly snatching the note out of her hands before she could become too interested in its contents.

“I just wanna know what he said!” she whined dramatically.

“Wanna know what who said?”

Looking over your shoulder, you were met by none other than your best friend, Peter Kavinsky, hands shoved into his pockets with furrowed eyebrows. Lara Jean immediately grinned in excitement. She spoke before you could, loudly exclaiming, “Their secret admirer!”

“Lara Jean!” you scolded, shoving her shoulder. “Seriously?!”

“You’ve got a secret admirer?” chuckled Peter. “What do the notes say?”

“Nothing—!”

You felt paper being ripped from your hand. Glaring half-heartedly at Lara Jean, you watched as she began reading your letter aloud, “Your eyes burn into my soul like a candle in the dark. My hands long to tangle themselves in the fabric of your shirt. And your lips—”

“Okay, Covey,” you laughed, once again retrieving the paper, “that’s enough.”

Peter watched with a deep chuckle as you shoved the note into your back pocket, “You never told me about this. Do you like that kinda stuff? What he’s been writing, I mean. It seems... sappy.”

You scoffed, closing your locker after retrieving a textbook, “Just admit you’re not romantic and go, Kavinsky.”

“Alright, alright! Take it easy, babe! I’m not judging!” he rolled his eyes with a smile, tossing his hands up in a defensive manner. “Seriously though... Do you like what he writes or...?”

If you had only spared a glance in Lara Jean’s direction, you would’ve noticed her narrowed, suspicious eyes as she stared at him. Your attention, however, remained on Peter, whose nickname for you sent your heart aflutter.

“I mean,” you shrugged, “the notes are really sweet. Who wouldn’t want someone to talk about them like that?”

Peter gave you a small smile just as the school bell rang. His eyes followed your figure as you disappeared into the crowd. His trance was brought to an end, however, when a small fist punched his shoulder. Rubbing the sore spot, he glared down at Lara Jean, who had her arms crossed with an irritated expression.

“Grow a pair, Kavinsky,” she glared.

He scoffed, flinching as she sharply turned away, causing her classic ponytail to hit him across the chest. Little did she know, he did ‘grow a pair’, as she liked to put it. He just needed to wait for you to read your newest letter for yourself.

You looked down at the note in your lap. You had already turned off your car, leaving you to sit quietly in the dark. The only light on the street came shining through the glass doors of Corner Café.

All the kind, endearing words of your most recently received letter had been concluded with what should have been a simple choice: ‘If you want to know who I am, meet me at Corner Café at 10.’

But now that you were here, you weren’t entirely sure if meeting your secret admirer was what you really wanted. Your mind kept going back to the one person who always knew how to make you smile, who sent butterflies into your heart. Every thought led back to—

Knock! Knock!

You gasped in surprise upon seeing someone peering through the passenger’s side window, “Peter!”

He gave you a nod in greeting and gently tugged at the door handle. You immediately unlocked it, allowing him slip inside your car. He settled into the passenger’s seat and closed the door behind him.

“I didn’t realize this place closes at 10,” he said, “so I got us each one of these before they started shutting things down. Sorry about getting the time wrong.”

‘These’ meant two milkshakes, one chocolate for him and one strawberry for you, both topped with whipped cream and a cherry. Your favorite. Aside from the cherry. You always gave yours to Peter since he liked them so much.

Once he was comfortable, Peter seemed to finally notice your surprised silence. He tilted his head at you and took a sip of his drink, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “You good?”

You unconsciously accepted the strawberry milkshake, still staring at him as you asked, “What are you doing?”

Everything seemed to suddenly click within Peter’s mind. He cleared his throat, and then said, “Right. I guess I should’ve opened with—uh—I’m your secret admirer. Surprise!”

A glare set into your expression, “That’s not funny, Peter.”

“Not the reaction I was expecting, but alright,” he nodded slowly. “Is the fact that it’s me, like, not okay with you?”

He watched as your features softened with realization. The way you looked at him was entirely new. With a quivering lip, you whispered, “You aren’t kidding?”

He exhaled with a small smile and shake of the head, “No. I’m not.”

Peter felt a swirl of emotions coursing through him. His palms were growing more and more clammy by the second. You really knew how to stress him out sometimes. However, he couldn’t stop a grin from spreading across his face when your response finally came.

“I’m glad it’s you, Peter.”

“Yeah?” he practically giggled.

You nodded, smiling wide, “Yeah.”

Peter reached out to take your free hand in his. He raised it to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss against your skin. You could feel a cozy warmth spreading within you when he did so.

“I just have one question,” you said, taking a sip of your milkshake.

He hid his face behind your joined hands with a loud groan, “Oh no!”

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing at the sight of him. His cheeks were slowly becoming red with embarrassment. Peeking over your hands, his eyes twinkled as he asked, “What’s the question?”

“Did you really write those notes?” you asked. “Or did Lara Jean help you? Everyone knows she’s a total romantic.”

His face morphed into a shy grimace, “You’re close. I didn’t write them on my own, but Lara Jean wasn’t the one who helped me.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, your head tilted, and then you asked, “Then who did?”

He finally let your joined hands fall into his lap. His thumb traced patterns against your skin. With a sigh, he muttered, “Internet generator.”

You burst with laughter, nearly dropping your milkshake. Peter groaned again and leaned across the center console to hide his face against your shoulder. His hair tickled your skin as you rested your cheek on top of his head.

“Shut up!” his muffled voice demanded. “Don’t make fun of me!”

“Dude,” you shook your head, “not a single person in the world could’ve gotten that information out—!”

“Hey!” he interrupted, abruptly shifting to meet your eyes. “You can’t call me ‘dude’ anymore!”

“What?!” you exclaimed. “Why not?!”

“Because,” he scoffed, as though the reason was obvious, “you can’t go around calling your boyfriend that! I’ll never hear the end of it from Trevor if you do!”

A grin slowly spread across your lips, and then you asked, “Who said you’re my boyfriend, Kavinsky?”

Any sign of happiness instantly disappeared from his expression. His hand grew tighter around yours and he leaned in. His eyes stared into yours with a whole new sense of seriousness.

“I don’t think that’s negotiable at this point, babe,” he muttered. “You think I’m gonna let you go when I just got you?”

“Oh, really?” you asked, trying to contain your smile. “Well then, I have one condition.”

“And what’s that?” he asked, eyes momentarily glancing at your lips.

“You, Mr. Peter Kavinsky,” you smirked, “have to show me your fancy internet generator.”

“Shit!” he groaned, bumping his forehead against yours and closing his eyes. “Fine! But only if I get to kiss you right now.”

You feigned a look of deep thought. Your actions made Peter roll his eyes at you as he waited for a response.

“It’s a deal.”

#2023 #secret admirer #to all the boys i've loved before #to all the boys i've loved before imagine #to all the boys i've loved before imagines #to all the boys i've loved before x reader #peter kavinsky imagine #peter kavinsky imagines #peter kavinsky x reader

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fbfh · 1 year

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Okay first of all I don't care if people want to call him "a walking ick" or whatever (third movie specifically????? Sometimes) shut the fuck up trend hoppers Peter Kavinsky is still my husband. Idc. I really don't.

No bc how cute would it be if he shows up at your apartment to pick you up for a party with his college lacrosse team buddies, as per the terms of your fake dating agreement (bc it's Peter of course it's gonna be a fake dating au) except he's way earlier than you expected. You told him earlier to just come in when he arrives, so he walks through your apartment, calling your name. He hears muffled music coming from your bedroom. The door is ajar, and he sees you mostly dressed, makeup brush in hand with a few pairs of shoes and the rest of your outfit laid out in front of you. You paused getting ready so you could scream sing along to the Adele song that came on shuffle. Your hair isn't done and you don't have on all your makeup yet. You look so raw and organic like this, lit up by late afternoon sunlight streaming in through your windows. You look more beautiful than anything Peter's ever seen. He suddenly wishes he'd brought you flowers. You look so real and ethereal and sincere, because you are, he realizes. You look like something straight out of an iconic romantic comedy. He doesn't realize it now, not fully, but in hindsight he'll remember this as the moment he fell in love with you.

#drabbles #peter kavinsky x reader #peter kavinsky #peter kavinsky drabbles #to all the boys i've loved before #tatbilb #tatbilb x reader #tatbilb drabbles #he's such a lover man <3

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mars-the-artist · 2 years

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Color Code

Peter Kavinsky x Afraid! Reader

A/n: I am not trying to glorify toxic, abusive relationships as I've been in a few myself and don't want to trigger anyone who has been in those kinds of relationships. Please give some constructive criticism on how to make my writing better if you feel necessary. Thank you.

⚠Contents⚠: This contains Angst and fluff. (Fluff at the end) This fanfic mentions abusive and toxic relationships, if you get triggered or are uncomfortable with that topic, then this fanfic is NOT for you.

Here you are, with your handsome lacrosse player boyfriend at a obnoxiously loud party with even more obnoxiously loud people. You took a nice grip on on your love's hand, he noticed it, and gripped onto yours. You both weren't going to be lost in in this party.

The theme color code, which mean you dress up with a specific color to state your status without saying anything. Red means ready to fuck, yellow means you're not sure, green means you're taken, and black means 'I'll beat your ass if you come even close to making a romantic move on me'. Or that's how Chris explained it, she came here for you and Lara Jean, but also for Trevor. Who specifically asked Chris to go, and letting her know that he would be there.

A majority of people were dancing in the living room where you and Peter Kavinsky were. Dancing, singing, making out, talking, and laughing. Your hand untangled Peter's hand and danced to the upbeat songs. Giggles could be heard by the brunette infront of you, staring at you, and only you. Not your cute long sleeve green top, not your beautiful smile, not at your gorgeous eyes. He is just taking in all of your beauty.

After a while of forcing your man to dance along with you, you informed him over the music that you were going to get some drinks for the two of you. ''Could I get mine spiked, sweetheart?'' The brunette formed a smirk knowing that you're going to say, '' Nope! You're driving remember? Plus I don't know how to drive your jeep unlike you! Nice try though!'' giggles escaped your mouth as you walked away and towards the long rectangular table where all the snacks and drinks were.

Once you were by all the sodas, beer, and alcohol, few strands of blonde hair swayed. You turned your head to face where you saw those hairs, thinking it was Chris. Oh how you regretted your action. It was them. Your ex lover. Your legs trembled, your stomach churned and twisted, your whole body shooked. You didn't expect to see them at this party. Funny thing is that they were wearing a red turtleneck.

A familiar voice called out to you, ''Y/n? Y/N!'' two firm hands gripped onto yours, which made you remember all the bad times you had with your horrible ex. Sometimes at parties if they were drunk, they will drag you to a room, and beat you. Slap you. Degrade you. Calling you names such as 'slut', 'whore', 'bitch'. They even went as far as to calling you ungrateful for hanging out with other guys or people they who didn't have dirt on. Those brown eyes of your current love probably realized something was wrong, that would explain why he took you to a bedroom. Presumably, the hostesses. He locked the door, and held you in his arms. ''Are you okay? You didn't look good when you were staring at someone else'' You can hear how worried Peter was for you. He was crazy in love for his significant other, and would do anything to keep you safe.

He never knew about your exes names or appearances. He just knew you had past relationships. You had to tell him about them at some point, it would explain why you were acting in such a way. ''Did they-Are they your ex?'' he questions once again. You're snapped back into reality, and stared at him with fear in your eyes. ''Did they hurt you?'' He asks once again, more sadness intrude his eyes. A small nod was made by you, and it all clicked to him. Why you were secretive about your past lovers, why you were so uncomfortable telling him about them. Sad thing was, why didn't you trust him enough?

You told him everything about the person you were staring at.

''Why didn't you tell me this before?''

''I didn't want you to hurt them, not get upset with me. ''

''I am upset, you didn't tell me this before!''

He raised his voice a little, and then sighed. His thumb and index finger clutched onto the bridge of his nose, and his other hand was on his hip. ''I do trust you Peter,'' you blurted out, ''I just didn't think it was time to tell you...'' you finished the sentence off with a whisper. You both were standing in front of each other, about four feet apart. The room only lit up due to a lamp. Mr. Kavinsky walked up to you, while you took two steps back, he hugged you.

Frozen in place, in this dimly lit room, just Peter and you, safe and sound.

Your hands made their way around his waist and up to his upper back, gripping onto him while you let your tears fall. There was just sounds of calm breathing, breathing in his signature smell. He smelled a little bit of sweat, but that didn't bother you in the slightest in this moment. After a while the chocolately eyes broke away from you and his hands moved from your back onto your arms ''Let's bring you home, I don't want to you to be afraid. '' That sentence was the thing that made you know, that you were truly in love with Peter Kavinsky.

#fanfic #angst #Fluff #to all the boys #Peter Kavinsky #Peter Kavinsky x reader #jenny han #laura jean #tatbilb #peter kavinsky

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js-a-writer · 9 months

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This is the rest of the tgs Part 3. of my requests page/people I write for post.

(basically just the rest of the tags and a link to the requests page since I could only for like 30 tags on each post)

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yns-world · 2 years

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to all the boys i've loved before masterlist

peter kavinsky

u/c

john ambrose mcclaren

john ambrose dating headcanons

#yns world #to all the boys i've loved before #tatbilb #to all the boys: p.s. i still love you #to all the boys: always and forever #to all the boys trilogy #to all the boys i've loved before x reader #tatbilb x reader #peter kavinsky #peter kavinsky x reader #peter kavinsky imagine #peter kavinsky headcanon #john ambrose mcclaren #john ambrose mcclaren x reader #john ambrose x reader #john ambrose #john ambrose mcclaren imagine #john ambrose mcclaren headcanon

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divergentnewt23 · 2 years

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I am starting to write imagines. Requests are open.😀

I write for the following fandoms:

The maze runner

Divergent

Power Rangers super ninja steel

MCU

Jurassic world

Angus, thongs and the perfect snogging

The umbrella Academy

The vampire diaries / The originals

Cobra kai

To all the boys I loved before

Henry danger

Game shakers

The thundermans

Nicky , Ricky , Dicky and Dawn

Teen wolf

The Queen's Gambit

Sex education

The space between us

Miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir

Big hero 6

Once upon a time

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fandom-imagines-stories · 2 years

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Netflix Masterlist

I just felt like I have enough from these originals, specifically from Netflix, to reorganize and give them their own list. Bridgerton is left off of here because it is on my Period Drama Masterlist. This may also include other steaming services, we'll see.

Yes, I'm making this cause I'm bored. No, I will not apologize. I also expect to have quite a bit here and I was hoping to get things put together. Not gonna lie, definitely going to be mostly Stranger Things and Outer Banks here.

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington x Reader

The Best Medicine

Eddie Munson x Reader

Freak Out

Outer Banks

JJ Maybank x Reader

Night Swim

John Booker Routledge x Reader

Young Volcanoes

Pogue Reader

Found Family

Narcos

Javier Pena x Reader

Leaving a Mark

Fire Meet Gasoline (Series): Part One

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Harvey Kinkle x Reader

The Nightmare Before Christmas

Netflix Original Movies

Triple Frontier

Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x Reader

When He Came Home

Make-Up Date

To All the Boys I've Loved Before

Peter Kavinsky x Reader

1 Not Part of the Plan

2 Afraid of the Unexpected

Back to Main Masterlist

#stranger things imagines #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #jonathan byers x reader #billy hargrove x reader #outer banks imagines #john b routledge x reader #jj maybank x reader #the pogues #narcos #javier pena x reader #pedro pascal #netflix originals #chilling adventures of sabrina #peter kavinsky

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t-marveland · 2 years

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TO ALL THE BOYS I'VE LOVED BEFORE MASTERLIST

Main masterlist

GIF IMAGINES

Peter Kavinsky :

Surprise

Lara Jean Covey :

Tu l'invites à sortir mais tu es trop timide

#to all the boys i've loved before #x reader #reader insert #gif imagine #lara jean covey #peter kavinsky #masterlist

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queenie-004 · 2 years

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

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

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

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viscountoflondon · 6 months

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College Kavinsky 1.0

This story is based on 3 years post college admissions (So he’s a junior now). Peter and Lara Jean are not together; they broke up amicably (I am Covinksy stan but let a girl have a maladaptive daydream).

Reader is an afro latina curvy girl (Midsize or plus size the choice is yours) however as we have read multiple fan fiction and fictional books we all imagine ourselves as main character so feel free to do so 🥰

I’m sensitive about my shit but i hope you like it

Warnings: curse words, slight vulgarity.

GIF credits below

“Where’s Y/N, where’d she go?” Peter asked, looking around for you he was hoping for an opportunity to talk to you, seeing your last interaction was a bit awkward.

“Oh she left?” Ivy (your roommate)

“Why?” he asks taking a sip of his beer

“Oh that's because Cameron (Ivy’s boyfriend) said it was invite only” Ivy answers

Tonight the Fraternity was throwing a party, post new chapter president, vice president, treasurer, secretary, and social chair as the previous seniors had graduated.

Peter had been mentioned as the new Treasurer a promotion from social chair and Cameron his best friend was given the position as Secretary as the board recognized Cameron’s efforts in assisting his pledge brother and best friend in chapter activities.

“CAM WHAT THE HELL?!” He asked giving Cameron an incredulous look

“Sorry shit I didn’t even think about it.” he shrugged in response You had helped Ivy and the other girlfriends set up for the party post the event, and typically this party was the only by invite only party due to the fact that the new leaderships would be discussing exciting plans for the new year and only long term girlfriends and family would be invited back to the Frat house. But honestly the new chapter leadership always got to invite who they wanted. Anyway 2 hours had passed and there was no way you were making your way back to the house.

Honestly you had no idea what she was talking about during your last interaction all Peter said was he liked your shoes and boy did Ivy scold you. Ivy knew Peter liked you; she didn’t want to tell you because it was like a secret between her, Cam, and Peter, however you were convinced she was a sucker for love looking at your recent interaction with rose colored glasses.

~Flashback~

“Why didn’t you say something back?”

“I did, I said thank you” “You were supposed to say oh thanks i like your watch your chain i don’t fucking know follow up with something!” you open your mouth to protest but she continues “What do guys like?”

You shrug “Cars, sports, fishing” you shrug not understanding her question

“So a guy complimenting your shoes would mean?”

“He thinks they are cool” you feel the thud of the pillow hit your body “HEY!”

“You are impossible! I am setting you up with one of the finest men on campus! And you fumble the damn play”

You roll your eyes and huff looking up to the ceiling “I think you are looking into this too much”

“I AM NOT!” she stresses

“Ivanna, why would Peter want me?”

“WHY WOULDN’T HE LOOK AT YOU! YOU’RE HOT IN FACT” she moves closer “MANY GUYS HAVE ASKED ME ABOUT YOU ESPECIALLY WHEN WE GO OUT TOGETHER!” she grabs your shoulders, shaking you a bit hoping to shake some sort of sense in your brain.

You hold a look of confusion “what?” you respond slightly above a whisper

“YES PEOPLE HAVE ASKED ME ABOUT YOU!” she takes in a deep breath to calm down realizing she was a bit too passionate “Guys have asked me if you have a boyfriend , can I hook them up, but I didn’t because they are fuck boys. Peter is not”

“So Peter asked you to hook us up?” “NO!” she responds quickly hoping she didn’t give away her scheme

Your brow quirks “okay so what makes you believe that he likes me?” “A girl knows things” “Uh-Huh” you smirk and walk away to grab the wine bottle.

“So next time you see him”You interrupt “If there is a next time”

“Oh there will be trust me” You roll your eyes “you need to work that charm”

You squeal “Ow” you say in response to her pinching your side

“And you need to work your charm, tu entiendes?”

“SI! Damn!”

“GREAT” she smiles

“So can we discuss the party now? How was it?” “Actually it was okay” She shrugs boring kinda because it was like a meeting with beer and food and games involved.

“Oh”

“Yea” she says snuggling into your side and focuses on the movie ahead.

It has been almost 3 years since your last relationship. Things were said to you that made you question yourself, question the value you could add in a relationship etc, so it was hard that, the Peter Kavinsky, one of the most popular frat brothers on campus, liked you. I mean you’ve seen the previous relationships/situationships/hookup girls they looked nothing like you so much so when Ivy hinted at him liking you made you think she was the most delusional person on this planet called earth.

She was right, there was a next time, this time it was the homecoming party and as we know each frat house would partner up and try to outdo not only the previous year but make it a party that no one ever stopped talking about.

“You have to come to the party!” Ivy insists

“Ivy, it’s gonna be a lot of people” “SO!?”

“Sooo, .......ugh......... I will come” you finally give in after she begged you for 2 days to go after your initial ‘no’

“YAY! Lets go shopping!”

“Okay!”

In true homecoming fashion you both had to adorn Stanfords alma mater colors. You both decide on an outfit that suits you best. Your body is buzzing with anxiety as you both get ready. Last minute runs to get nails, eyebrows done, running to the liquor store to get pregame (A/N: drink responsibly), running to grocery store to get last minute late night snacks(Ice cream, chips, fruit, cookies).

“Ready?!” Ivy asks you taking the last sip of her chaser “As I will ever be!” you respond

She smiles and links arms together as you both walk out to meet your uber driver (A/N: don’t drink and drive)

As you pull up to the house the line extends way beyond what you initially thought.

“OMG! Ivy” you look at the line feeling very overwhelmed and intimidated how were all these people going to fit in that house? How many kegs did they even buy to be sufficient for all these people? Isn’t there like a fire code or something? When the lines were small the house was packed you can’t even imagine all of them fitting.

“I know how it looks but trust me it’s gonna be fun!” she beams at you “Let me text Cameron”

In a few minutes he appears from the front “HI BABY!” she jumps in his arms “Look who I convinced to come” they both look at you

“Y/N! Glad you made it” he says giving you a side hug

“Yea, thanks for the invite.” you smile still feeling like this was a bad idea. To be fair you never attended any of the homecoming parties or activities. Too many people, drunk people, pissed people, sad people, happy people, everyone everywhere it just wasn’t your thing,

“Come on!” he says, ushering you two in you hear some groans and curse words as you two were allowed in. Inside the house you can breathe a little. It wasn't even full yet a few extra bodies were floating around, certainly not what you imagined. You hear the president give an order to move one Keg out to the backyard. Another voice is heard confirming all rooms are locked and secure.

“Alright last meeting!” You hear as you feel Ivy pull you back “We know the mission?” Mark the president comments

They respond “EPIC PARTY, EPIC FRAT HOUSE! TOP FRATERNITY OF STANFORD!” They cheer “LETS GOOO!!!” you look around and see Peter joining the cheering

“AND PLEASE NO GIRLS IN THE ROOMS I DON’T CARE HOW MUCH YOUR DICKS GET HARD SEND THEM HOME!” Sean the Vice President adds in making them all laugh

“Here we go '' Ivy whispers to you as they open the door, in a moment the room quickly gets filled up the music is so loud the base in the speakers is vibrating through you. You watch as people grab cups, grab bottles of beer, grab the premade jello shots and make their way to the dance floor as you nurse your liquor punch? That's what they called it anyway.

After a while your body loosens up you start to care less about the surroundings and you start moving to the music. Ivy had left your side and returned and left again so much so that you didn’t care anymore you were having your own mini party in the very distant corner of the living room which didn’t have any couches? How come you just realized? Actually all the seating was missing.

You tip your head back to get the last drop in your cup and frown you move from your corner hoping to find no one occupying it and make it to the kitchen

“SPEAK OF THE DEVIL! Y/N!”

You turn to look behind you and there stood Peter (of course you notice him first), Ivy, Cam, and a few of the other frat brothers. You wave before getting more of the liquor punch whatever they put in it was really working its way in your system. You walk over and greet them. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN HIDING?" Sean asks

“OH I HAVE I’VE BEEN AROUND!” “THIS IS OUR FIRST TIME SEEING YOU WE’VE SEEN IVY LIKE A BILLION TIMES” You roll your eyes “WE ARE NOT ATTACHED AT THE HIP” and you weren’t you didn’t need Ivy to babysit you, you had fun the introvert way you know observing people and their mannerisms, argument over there, dancing over here, conversation in that corner, oooh trip up the steps

You watch as Peter smirks and that makes you blush, you quickly look away “what are you drinking?” you ask Ivy

“Oh girl i don’t know” she takes a sip “beer?” she takes another “i think i mixed beer with punch” You make a face “ew”

“Gross right?” you nod “Too drunk to care” she throws it back. You laugh in response. When you turn back to the group Peter is gone and your heart drops a little but not enough to care.

You walk away from the circle and make your way around the crowd. A few guys stop you trying to flirt but it's a wash, they were way too drunk much more than you and were now just saying anything ‘like your tits, let me suck your pussy’ you cringe as you think about it. You spot Peter not too far away dancing. Of course he is surrounded by mostly girls and of course the one who he seems to be chummy with is the girl that fits the aesthetics of his recent situationships. You roll your eyes, fuck Ivy for making you think this guy even liked you. You were better off having a secret crush than hoping he had any interest. The night goes on and your mood is semi sour, not too much more so slight irritation. Thank God for your corner because you need a wall to lean on, heels, no seats, and alcohol are not the best combo. You look down at your clock and see it is 1am time for you to head out, you know Ivy wouldn’t mind hell you haven’t even seen her or texted her in the past 2 hours. You shoot a text saying you were going to The Crispy Bun, a hole in the wall burger bar that not many people knew about. It had a very retro vibe with a modern spin.

You push yourself off the wall, stand in line for way too long for the restroom and head towards the front.

“Y/N!” you hear Ivy and God did you roll your eyes

“YEA!” you fake a smile

“WHERE YOU GOING?”

You notice Peter and Sean, and what seemed to be Peter’s interest for the night walking up

“OH I UMM WAS GONNA GO TO CRISPY”

“OOOOH YESSS!” She pinches your side

You squeal again “OW WHAT THE FUCK IVANNA!” She squints and looks at you “YOU WERE GONNA GO WITHOUT ME??”

“I TEXTED YOU!” You feel yourself getting angry

She pulls out her phone “OH SHIT YOU DID, SORRY FRIEND!” She throws her arms around you

“WHAT’S CRISPY?” Sean asks

“YOU DON’T KNOW? THEY HAVE THE BEST BURGERS LETS GO!” she says rallying up the small group.

God no, this can’t be happening. You were happy to just walk and have a nice burger in your drunken state now you had to be there as Peter and this girl would be flirting right in front of you.

The group leaves, all 6 of you. You do your best to lighten up your mood, joining Ivy in her singing and giggling. Eventually you guys stop and she links arms with you pulling you close

“This is the time to make your move” she whispers in your ear You scoff “Please not this again” “What?” she looks at you and then back at the guys

“Ivy, he brought a girl, what are you even?”

She interrupts you “Olivia? That’s Sean’s girlfriend!”

You blush “oh” “You thought that was some girl he liked?”

“It look...” She interrupted again “Well you are wrong”

“What you two whispering about over there?!” Cameron asks

“NOTHING!” Ivy sings in response. Ivy goes back to singing, and this time you happily join in. Maybe she was right because why would Peter tag along. You finally make it to The Crispy Bun.

“Hi, how many?” the host asks “Hi Hannah!” you greet

“Y/N!, Omg i haven’t seen you in like forever” the older lady comments “I know class and all” She puts her hand on her chest “I get it girl”

“We have 6” “Ooooo I won’t be able to sit you guys for like an hour. But if you want there’s many seats by the bar I think you guys can sit in pairs, but as people leave just ask the bartender to move you closer to each other. Does that work?”

“Yes it’s perfect!” Ivy responds. “And I’m starrrvviingg” You give her look what the hell does she mean by that's perfect? Was she planning on sitting with you and ignoring Cam

You feel her grab your hand and place it on Peter's hand. If the sky opened up and swallowed you now you wouldn’t even be mad.

“Peter take care of her!”

“Scouts honor” he responds in a calm manner

“Okay great here are the menus there’s a pair in the middle and and then on each side of the bar, I think”

“Dibs on middle!” Sean comments pulling Olivia along with him

Your heart races as Peter pulls you through the busy bar, unbeknownst to you he chose the area that seemed to be a bit more calm. He helps you sit on the stool. You thank him sheepishly as he sits on his.

“No problem, so what’s good to eat here Y/L/N?” Y/L/N you like that nickname “Oh umm there’s a lot actually!” you open up the menu so you can both look at it. Peter stands up and moves his stool closer. You blush but try to hide it behind your big bouncy hollywood style curls. You were a sucker for big hair so of course you had to put in those large rollers in your hair. “They have like gourmet burgers and then the classics”

“What do you get?” he asks You go to answer but are interrupted by the waitress “Hey guys what can I get you?” You two don’t say much, keeping the conversation light until the food comes out

“MMMM” He moans, throwing his head back.

“It’s good right”

“I can’t believe I didn’t know about this place, shit where have I been?”

“Under a rock” you respond sarcastically. He chuckles in response

It’s quiet for a while as you two eat, he then looks down at your shoes and smiles.

“So why you giving me the cold shoulder Y/L/N” he asks looking at you dead on

Your jaw drops as you watch him pick up one of your fries and plops it in his mouth

“I have not!”

“You were giving me the cold shoulder not too long ago” He adds picking up another fry

“I was not” you blush

He smirks and takes one last bite of his burger “So what was it then?”

You blush some more and say “I thought you were just complimenting my shoes and...” you pause to think

He quirks his brow “And?”

You respond in a soft tone almost whispering “I just didn’t think you... were... interested”

He scoffs amused “Well I am!” he confirms as he eats another one of your fries

“Do you want my fries?” you ask “Yes they are soo good!”

“You can eat my leftover burger full now” you offer pushing the plate towards him “Nice” Perfect reason to have boys around they finish your food

After he finishes he finally speaks “So now that you know I am interested” You blush “Can we get this show on the road, tired of looking at you from afar” “Sure” you blush

“Come here” he pulls you closer and angles your swivel stool to face him while both his legs cage you in

“What would you like to know about me Peter?’ you ask

“Everything” You blush and look “I love your smile” “Man you’re laying it in thick”

He chuckles, throwing his head back “Nah I just wanna know more, you know?”

“You gotta ask so I know what to tell you?” “Any love interests?” “No? Maybe”

“Last boyfriend?” “3 years ago?” “Why’d you break up?” “Long story short he cheated” “Favorite TV Show?” “Bob’s Burgers”

“Nice”

“Siblings”

“None” “Only child wow” you blush pushing the hair behind your ear

You two continue and eventually you loosen up and ask him the same if not similar questions

“What?” you ask, focusing back on his eyes. You had done the Marilyn Monroe Triangle method ( A/N: look at youtube, tiktok, etc), not that you did it intentionally just something you would do from close proximity or from a distance. You liked the details of things you noticed.

He smirked and pulled you even closer, hands caressing your outer things, your eyes widened a bit as he leaned in. “I said, if I asked you out what would you say?” “Oh!” you giggle “Yes duh”

“You guys want anything else?”

“Want dessert?” He asks you “Uh no I’m good” you say not wanting to look like a glutton

“We are good”

“Alright together or separate checks”

“Together!” he responds quickly reaching in his back pocket for his wallet

“Oh I was gonna..” you say reaching for your bag

He stops you “Consider this our first unofficial first date and if you pull out your card I swear to god Y/L/N”

You stop midway “Thanks Peter” you say sheepishly

“Don’t mention it, so about that first date” “What are you two love birds talking about?” Olivia teases

He smiles at her “private things, what's up?” he asks straightening, up looking across to see that Cam, Ivy, and Sean were making their way towards you two

“Oooh private things” She throws her arm around Peter, and caresses his face and you realize the uncomfortable expression

“You guys done?” “Yea we gotta go back bro, it's been 2 hours cleaning helping get home all that Frat house shit”

“Oh shit I forgot”

“Because you’re busy flirting your balls off!” Sean adds

“Fuck off” Sean “ready?” he asks you

“Oh yea” you say standing up

You guys walk in pairs now you two being in the middle

“So about that official first date” he asks lowly not wanting anyone else to hear

“Oh yea I would love to” you look up at him

“Yes! I need your number” He said handing you his phone. He smiles down at you and throws his hands around your shoulders pulling you in.

You guys reach the Frat house and he looks down at you. You look to your side and notice Olivia looking at you both you can’t read her expression, it was odd though “Text me when you get home safe” “Awww Peter” Olivia comes over and pinches his cheek. He rolls his eyes shrugging her off “what about me do you care if I make it home safe?”

He gives her a deadpan look “of course i do liv” he responds sarcastically

You smile and rub his arms “I’ll text you Peter” you say looking up at him he smiles and kisses your cheek.

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On thin ice (Hockey player! Miguel O’Hara x Figure skater! Fem! Reader)

A/N: Im in a fucking rollllll. This series is my current hyper fixation and since I don’t really have an uploading schedule I just do it whenever lol. Also I LOOOVE reading all of y’all comments, they’re funny and they warm my heart. Y’all got me kicking my feet, giggling, blushing, twirling my hair. Anyways, apologies for If Miguel’s ooc and any spelling mistakes and grammatical errors since this isn’t proofread. Y’all may feast lol.

(Y/N)- Your name.

Cursing, angst.

Word count: 1.4k

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Chapter 4: Are there some aces up your sleeve?

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“(Y/N), that is the 4th time you messed up the Camel spin today. If you can’t do it then we’ll just take it out of the program-“

“No! No, I can do it coach! I’m just having an off day and-“

“That’s not an excuse. Regionals are in late October, it is September. There shouldn’t be any excuse, we’re been doing this on repeat. This should be muscle memory.”

Coach Kavinsky words were only twisting the knife. You brought your shaky hands up to cover your nose and mouth, attempting to warm your face a bit and keep yourself from sobbing. Ever since you woke up in the morning everything has gone to shit. You failed your exam in your math class, on your way to your english class, you tripped and dropped your Starbucks, causing it to spill all over your shoes, and now you kept messing up the program. Logan could tell you were mere minutes away from a breakdown, your eyes were wet and your breathing was rapid, partly from skating and partly because you were trying to keep an oncoming panic attack at bay. “I-I can do it! I can do it, I just need a minute-“ you stutter and stumbles over your words, you bring your gloved hands over your face and placing them on the top of your hands.

“I think we should take a break coach, (Y/N) just needs to get some fresh air, right (Y/N)?” Logan said in a calm voice as the put his hand on your shoulder, but you quickly shook it off.

“No, it’s okay I can do it. See?” You were going hysterical, getting into position to do the spin only to fail the spin and fall butt first on the ice. Okay now you were having a breakdown.

“Jesus… okay. Logan take her outside, help her calm down will you?” Coach Kavinsky said to Logan who just nodded, waiting for you to move to your knees to help you get up and out of the rink.

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“I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me today…” You stuttered in between shallow breaths, Logan’s hand rubbing slow smooth circles on your back in an attempt to help you calm down. “I’ve- I’ve never had trouble with that spin before- I just- I-“ you couldn’t finish, you’re stutters just devolving into more sobs as you put your face into your partner’s chest, tears spilling out. “I’m getting your shirt all wet…” You managed to say with a small chuckle as you pulled away after a few minutes, but the laugh was devoid of any warmness or joy. Your hand wiping some left over tears from your cheeks.

“It’s fine, I’m more worried about my best friend.” Logan said with a small smile, the hand that was rubbing your back now tracing up to your shoulders and pulling you closer to him in a side hug, you let out a small sigh as you laid your head on his shoulder.

“Thanks Logan… I’m sorry… I’m a totally mess…” You mumbled as you wipe some more tears away, your eyes red and puff, a headache slowly creeping up on you from all the crying.

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“Why… the fuck my is Ice princess and her little skating partner so close…” Miguel thought as he got out car, slamming the door without realizing as he glares at you and Logan from his spot across the parking lot. You or Logan hadn’t seen him since you were both so far away, and were more focused on trying to calm you down, Miguel was too far to noticed your tear stained face.

“Damn Miguel, dent the door why don’t you.” Peter attempted to joke while getting out from the passenger seat but his voice faltered, letting out a nervous chuckle after. Peter already knew the team was gonna be used as Miguel’s personal stress ball for the entirety of the practice time. Miguel just sent a glare at him in response, a small grunt escapes his lips as both of them grab their bags and hockey sticks from the back seat. “You seem more mad than usual, wanna talk about it? Or are you just gonna “accidentally” slam half the team into the boards like always?” He probes his captain, but he already knew his answer. Everyone on the team knew that Miguel isn’t a talk-about-your-feelings person.

“Shut up Parker.” He mutters as he slings his bag on his shoulders, closing and locking the door before both males started to make their way to the entrance. You currently burying your face into Logan’s shoulder, so Miguel couldn’t see your face, and Logan’s head was resting on top of yours, his arm still over your shoulders, his thumb creasing small circles on your shoulder. As soon as you were in ear-shot, Miguel shouted out to you both. “Aww look at the two lovebirds!” His voice dripping with sarcasm to hid the slight anger and jealousy he felt.

“I’m not in the mood, Miguel…” You’re voice was horse and raspy, as you spoke, and your eyes were bloodshot and puffy when you lifted your head up to look at him. The sight made Miguel’s heart ache, but the way your body was so close to Logan’s made it fill with rage and envy a lot more.

“She’s having a bad day, can we save-“ Logan started but was swiftly cut off.

“And that’s my problem because?” He hissed, eyes narrowing. “What’s wrong huh? Did he drop you on your back again? Or was it something stupid like missing up a spin?” He taunted with a head tilt, Logan glared at Miguel, his hand’s grip tightening on your shoulder, Peter just nervously shifted his weight back and forth between his feet and you, well you were trying not to burst into tears again. He made it sound a lot more simple then it felt like, it made you feel embarrassed for being so distraught about it. He had no way of knowing that’s actually the reason for your tears.

“Can you not be a dick for 5 minutes?” You ask with an exhausted dry laugh, the laugh was your body’s way of holding yourself back from beginning to sob again. Your hand goes up to wipe some smuggled mascara from under your eyes. “Everything has been so fucking shitty all day, I-I don’t need you to come her and kick me while I’m down, Okay?” Your voice cracked as you spoke, and it only made Miguel feel worse.

You were right, he was acting like a major jerk right now. God what is wrong with him? Here you were in such a vulnerable place, your heart laying bare in front of him, and instead of making you feel better, instead of making your chest full with warmth and reassurance, he grabbed your still beating heart and began to feast on it like it was that night’s dinner.

God. What the fuck Miguel? What the fuck? What the fuck. Whatthefuck. Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck-

“Alright,” Coach Kavinsky came outside, crossing her arms as she spoke. “I’m just gonna cut practice short, it’s almost over anyways.” She said to Logan and you, before turning to you and speaking to you directly, “Go home, get some rest, and don’t stress yourself out too much over this, alright (Y/N?) Tomorrow is a new day, a fresh start, don’t let this one bad practice ruin your confidence in the program.” She finished, you just shook your head at her before she turned around and walked back into the building.

“Alright… let’s get you inside…” Logan said to you in a low comforting tone, getting off the sidewalk before helping you up, and began to walk you inside.

Miguel Let out a Heavy sigh, glancing to his side, running a hand through his slicked back dark hair, before attempting to speak, “Look. Princes-“ but he quickly shut his mouth when Logan looked over at him and sent him a dark glare, not stopping as he grabs your hand and drags you inside. If looks could kill, Miguel would be six feet under.

After a beat of silence, Peter cleared his throat before speaking, “well…that’s one way of trying to get her to notice you, nice going Miguel.” If Miguel didn’t already plan on releasing all his confused feelings and frustrations out on the ice before, he sure as hell was going to now. Miguel sent Peter a glare, mumbling some curses under his breath in Spanish , before he began to go walk into the arena, Peter stumbling to catch up with him.

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