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sweetbuckybarnes · 2 years

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Peter Kavinsky + Lara Jean Song-Covey

You broke my heart, Covey

Broken Bones

Bridget Jones's Baby

What if...?

Lara Jean's Nephew

Junior Prom

Senior Year Ski Trip

10 Year Reunion

Eve Song Survives

Pregnancy

Break my heart, Covey

12 Tapes for a Penny

Board Games

Korean

Always and Forever, Lara Jean

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playsthetics · 10 months

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MBTI: My Favourite Characters

ENFJ (16/16)

Kim Possible (Kim Possible)

Lily Aldrin (How I Met Your Mother)

Regina Mills (Once Upon A Time)

Elle Woods (Legally Blonde)

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

Wonder Woman aka Diana Prince (Wonder Woman)

Elaine (The Love Witch)

Terrence “Terry” Jeffords (Brooklyn 99)

Fiona Gallagher (Shameless)

Frankie Stein (Monster High)

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halsteadssneakylink · 2 years

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character list

everything is x f!reader unless specified otherwise

if you want gn! or m!reader be sure mention it when you ask

the age of the characters determine the age of the reader (i won’t write anything with an illegal age gap)

the boys

frenchie

mothers milk

billy butcher

starlight (annie january)

kimiko

bridgerton

simon basset

anthony bridgerton

benedict bridgerton

kathani sharma

chicago fire

kelly severide

stella kidd

matt casey

sylvie brett

brian “otis” zvonecek

leslie shay

peter mills

chicago med

connor rhodes

will halstead

ethan choi

maggie lockwood

april sexton

chicago pd

jay halstead

erin lindsay

hailey upton

kevin atwater

adam ruzek

antonio dawson

eternals

thena

ikarus

ajak

kingo

gilgamesh

full house

jesse katsopolis

greys anatomy

meredith grey

christina yang

jackson avery

derek shepherd

addison montgomery

mark sloane

lexi grey

callie torres

hawaii five-0

steve mcgarrett

danny williams

chin ho kelly

kono kalakaua

adam noshimuri

kickin it

jack brewer

jerry martinez

kim crawford

mcu

steve rogers

tony stark

natasha romanoff

bruce banner

bucky barnes

sam wilson

wanda maximoff

stephen strange

t’challa

loki

yelena belova

carol danvers (pre & post powers)

mission impossible

ethan hunt

ilsa faust

benji dunn

august walker

narnia

peter pevensie

susan pevensie

edmund pevensie

caspian

outer banks

john b

pope

sarah cameron

topper

rafe

the punisher

frank castle

billy russo

dinah madani

scandal

olivia pope

fitzgerald grant

abby whelan

harrison wright

shadow and bone

alina starkov

aleksander morozova (general kirigan/the darkling)

kaz brekker

nina zenik

jesper fahey

inej gafa

matthias

genya

star trek (aos)

james tiberius “jim” kirk

leonard “bones” mccoy

s’chn t’gai spock

nyota uhura

montgomery scott

hikaru sulu

supernatural

dean winchester

sam winchester

castiel

dad!bobby singer x child!reader

demon!dean

soulless!sam

svu

olivia benson

rafael barba

nick amaro

dominick “sonny” carisi

to all the boys

lara jean

john ambrose

peter kavinsky

margot

christine

trevor

top gun

pete “maverick” mitchell

nick “goose” bradshaw

tom “iceman” kazansky

charlotte blackwood

penny benjamin

bradley “rooster” bradshaw

jake “hangman” seresin

javy “coyote” machado

natasha “phoenix” trace

robert “bob” floyd

the witcher

geralt of rivia

yennefer of vengerberg

jaskier

rpf

ben barnes

chris evans

glen powell

jared padalecki

jensen ackles

karl urban

leo howard

noah centineo

oscar issac

scarlett johansson

sebastian stan

sophia bush

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oscarhopeful · 9 months

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if you’re hearing WONDER by SHAWN MENDES playing, you have to know GABRIEL DE LA CRUZ (HE/HIM; CIS-MALE) is near by! the TWENTY-SIX year old ACTOR has been in denver for, like, SIX MONTHS. they’re known to be quite PRIDEFUL, but being DETERMINED seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble TAYLOR ZAKHAR PEREZ . personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those, FRESHLY PRINTED SCRIPT, ENJOYING AN ICED VANILLA COFFEE, and WEARING HIS SIGNATURE BLACK TOM FORD SUNGLASSES vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the DOWNTOWN DISTRICT long enough!

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𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 gabriel ángel rahal-de la cruz 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 gabe, gabby ( best friend & sister ), ángel ( parents ) 𝐃𝐎𝐁 october 31, 1996 𝐀𝐆𝐄 twenty - six 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 scorpio 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 cismale 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒 he/him 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 bisexual, demiromantic ( closeted from the world ) 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 los angeles, california 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 denver, colorado 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 english, spanish 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 actor

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𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 taylor zakhar perez 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 black 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 honey brown eyes 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 6′1″ 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 none 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 none 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 white shirts, button up, cardigans or sweaters in the fall, tom ford shades

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𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 protagonist ( enfj ) 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 hardworking, vibrant, charosmatic, loyal, determined 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 self-critical, selfish, prideful, perfectionist 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 acting, photography, hiking, baking, writing, soccer, tennis, working out, watching movies 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 cheetos

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𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 juliano de la cruz, sixty-one, senator 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 yasmin rahal, fifty-eight, writer 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 two siblings ( twin or older sister & older half brother )

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐒 alex claremont-diaz ( red, white and royal blue ) , finnick odair ( the hunger games ) , peter kavinsky ( to all the boys ) , luke patterson ( julie and the phantoms ) , harry styles , kit connor , noah beck , charles melton

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growing up in a household where following your dreams end up being a reality, gabriel rahal-de la cruz really felt like anything he strived for he could easily achieve. and gabe had a lot of different interest, from playing soccer, to playing tennis, writing like his mom, and then there was acting. he never thought acting would be in the picture, but when he starred in his first role for a franchise, it felt like a dream come true. until real life came at him and the dream seemed just that, a dream.

realizing that he was going to always be remembered for his one role, casting for something else as a teenager was much more difficult than he thought. and with both his parents busy with their own careers, his mom on her third hit book, and his father winning the ticket for a senate seat in california, he felt like the focus had shifted to represent them. and now he had a new role to play, of the perfect younger son.

but there was still a bit of wild child in him, even when he went to a boarding school in los angeles. he became the golden boy, the athlete, the party boy. but throughout those four years, he came to a realization that he was losing himself, the closer he was reaching the end of his high school years. he had missed the one thing that brought joy to him, and he knew that acting was the one thing that gave him that.

so when he graduated, he decided to study film while also doing auditions. as years went on, one of his mother's books got auctioned to become a film, and he auditioned for the main role, which he couldn't believe he had gotten the role. there was a part of him that felt that nepotism was involved, but he always worked hard in whatever he did, and he knew he would kill it in this role.

mixed reviews. it had gotten mixed reviews, many critics calling it a good adaptation, but the acting could have been better, and well, he took it personal and to heart reading that he got this role because he was the son of the author. but did that stop him. no.

he graduated university, and he kept auditioning. and he got another role, a huge one. a love story, and he couldn't believe how much people loved the film. but the reason for their success was because of the rumors that gabe was dating his co-star. the thing is, he was secretly hooking up with one of the camera guys. once the studio found out, they highly recommended that gabe not lean into his sexuality, even though he was bisexual. they wanted bigger success, and that meant leaning into the romance that was already on screen. he didn't realize that hollywood was still like this. but if he wanted a bigger career, he had to play along.

gabe was feeling all sorts of ways. he didn't like the fact that he was hiding his sexuality, but he didn't want to stop acting. but was it a lie if he was dating women, he was still attracted to them. and he was so excited for his next role. so he decided to play the part, and eventually he picked up another role. his new role dealt with immigration, and it was close to home, knowing that he had family members that were immigrants, his own grandfather being one. so taking this role, he felt close to it. and the buzz going around that this could easily get some big award noms put a little more pressure, but he knew he'd give it his full attention and make sure he gave his character justice.

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currently living in denver where he is studying up background for a character

he has been casted for a role that starts filming in denver in the fall.

currently writing a script of his own, which has been more of a hobby and isn't sure if he will ever finish since he's so self critical about everything he writes.

been seen at the local library more often, with a stack of books at a table while he reads and writes in a notebook.

has officially fell in love with denver that he is debating if he wants to buy a home and grow roots there.

if he ever meets guys, they don't last long, and if they do, they are sent an nda, but it never goes far than the one night stand.

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WANTED CONNECTIONS

you are my blood: ⦗ older half brother (35-40) or older full/half sister (30-32) ⦘ this could be either one that may already be living in town. they had moved here years before gabe did. he isn't close to his older half brother, because of age difference, but perhaps this is their chance to finally be. his sister on the other hand, gabe is much closer with. either character can be from their dad side who is latin, or their mom side who is middle eastern.

best friends for life: this is someone who has been best friends with gabe since they were kids. it so happens that they moved to denver a year ago, and when they realize that gabe was going to be out there to film his next movie, they planned the entire move together, excited to be in the same city again.

we are each others found family: so this person was someone that he befriended later in life. perhaps in college or after he graduated. this person is someone he feels like a twin to. every secret, every love, every heartbreak, they knew all about it. and when gabe got this role, he told them to move out with him to denver. now they both are living together in an apartment downtown.

can't stand this costar: this is someone he has worked with, and perhaps they work together now in this new film that's filming in denver. it's usually the two of them always fighting for similar roles. they were once friends before, but jealousy has come between them. they know gabe's secret about him being bisexual, as they may have hooked up in the past.

can you be friends with a fan?: it's a question that's always been asked. would you befriend a fan, would you date them? the real question here though is, could the fan have an obsession. who knows. and maybe this fan might be a little obsessive, or maybe just admires them for the work they do. but either way, gabe ends up befriending them. will he regret it later, time will tell.

i would leave it all for you: this is someone that gabe never thought he'd get close to. they had crossed paths in the past, but now they are here, and there's something about him that he likes. gabe at first isn't sure if they are just trying to get close to him because of his fame or for him. and even after denying the feelings, he realizes that he may be the one for him. but would he risk outing himself to the world for him? // taken by @allexei

OTHER CONNECTIONS

friends

fwb/flings

other costars

film crew

photographer/fashion friends

writing friends

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poppletonink · 2 months

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Review: To All The Boys I've Loved Before - Jenny Han

★★★★★ - 5 stars

"If love is like a possession, maybe my letters are like my exorcisms. My letters set me free. Or at least they’re supposed to."

Jenny Han's To All The Boys I've Loved Before is a tale of love, heartbreak and the chaotic nature of being a teenager. As Lara Jean Covey, our shy and socially awkward daydreamer, enters her junior year of high school, she combats the chaos that her life becomes when the love letters that she never intended to send reach their recipients. Combining the tropes of fake dating with the law of opposites attract, the relationship Jenny Han weaves between Lara Jean and Peter is astoundingly and unexpectedly adorable. Peter Kavinsky is a sporty, popular boy who is a genuinely kind-hearted person and Lara Jean is a bookish introvert who bakes and lives in a daydream... yet, they work. Mostly because who wouldn't want to be written notes every day by your adorable fake boyfriend and chased down the corridor (in Harry Potter and Marvel costumes obviously) on Halloween? Not only is this book a perfectly adorable romance, but it's a discussion of grief and the detrimental impact that loss can have upon a family. The relationship between the three Covey sisters - Lara Jean, Margot and Kitty respectively - is at the heart of the book and adds to the coming-of-age feel that flows through the pages. Alongside all of her romantic drama, Lara Jean is concerned with trying to set a good example for her younger sister Kitty in the absence of Margot being at university and their mother having passed away. Through the Covey sisters, Jenny Han highlights the importance of family and the ways in which we impact upon those we love dearly even with the smallest, heartfelt things we do. To all of you out there who dream of the perfect romance; of love letters; and fit into the band of socially awkward introverts - this book is for you.

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margonozako · 6 months

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To All the Boys I've Loved Before (2018): Rom-Com Roundtable

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To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before (2018) (an adaptation of the novel by Jenny Han) directed by Susan Johnson follows Lara Jean Covey, half Korean half white high schooler. She writes, but does not send, letters to every crush she has ever had, and for some reason, they begin responding to her. Lara Jean realizes that her younger sister, Kitty, mailed them all. Lara Jean has two big crushes: Peter Kavinsky and Josh (her other sister’s ex-boyfriend). Fraught with drama, LJ navigates her (and her family’s) feelings towards the two boys and ultimately decides Peter is the boy for her!

An interesting note is that LJ is played by a fully Vietnamese actress and Kitty and Margot are played by half Chinese half white actresses. This habit of casting people of mismatching races is something that I’ve always struggled to understand. In this film, the Korean identity of the Covye sisters is heavily emphasized, but none of them are Korean? And LJ isn’t even half Asian? Their half-Korean identity also brings into question why they were written as ‘happa.’ Was it to make their “otherness” more digestible for the audience?

While this very popular mainstream film does portray mostly heteronormative relationships, it is an exception to Kaklamanidou’s argument about race. They write that “mainstream cinema is still reluctant in creating opportunities for starring roles for ‘the other’” (139). The sisters are half Korean, and this is brought up on several occasions. Their Korean mother, who died a few years prior, still very much has a presence in their lives, so much so that they often refer to themselves as the “Song Sisters"; they're first and foremost Korean. Having a half-Asian character that is very heavily characterized as fully-Asian would be a text that contradicts Kaklamanidou’s belief that it’s only “the small screen that proves more open and attuned to the above social reality” (138).

This film also begs the question of if LJ’s status of “other” is exploitative. When writing about Jennifer Lopez’s role in The Wedding Planner, Kaklamanidou writes that Lopez’s Latin characteristics are retained and exploited to “help the film achieve greater popularity” (142). I would argue that adapting a trilogy written by a Korean-American author and having main cast members who are Asian is a good start to preventing exploitation. However, this is not a catch-all. In the United States, having a white director and predominantly white cast is always a risk for fertilization and misrepresentation.

How do you think having only the white parent alive affected the racial dynamics of this film?

Do you think writing the characters as "happa" makes them more digestible?

@theuncannyprofessoro

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jamietukpahwriting · 2 years

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Book Review: To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before by Jenny Han

Lara Jean Song Covey doesn’t have a mom, but she has sisters and a dad and an optimistic viewpoint. She also has a precious few memories and possessions of her mother’s. The teal hat box her mother gave her was meant to keep her most treasured keepsakes. It’s where Lara Jean keeps her love letters. There are five of them, in all.

They’re not letters that have been written to her. They’re letters Lara Jean has written—to all the boys she’s loved and let go. She’s achingly honest in these letters, because they’re meant for her eyes alone. Once the letters are signed, sealed, and dropped into the hatbox, Lara Jean is released from heartache.

It’s just that heartache finds her all over again when her letters get mailed out. Three out of five past loves go to her school and they all have something to say about Lara Jean’s letters. It’s a lot to handle when her older sister and rock, Margot, has gone away all the way to Scotland for college.

Once those letters are mailed, Lara Jean’s life goes from zero to a hundred, and she’s not a good driver. Can she make it as the oldest Covey girl without a cataclysmic collision?

Lara Jean is quite the romantic soul. She gathers memories like treasure, treasures objects with romantic stories, and romanticizes the simplest joys in life. In the tradition of off-beat middle kids, her sisters are more practical than she is. Of course, despite their differences, Lara Jean sees herself and her sisters as the three Song girls: indissoluble

I love Lara Jean’s relationship with her family. Even though she knows her father struggles to fully understand her and her sisters, she genuinely appreciates his every attempt and show of love. She also appreciates how much her older sister, Margot, has done as a surrogate mother. Lara Jean hopes she can be as good of a big sister to her little sister Kitty.

One of Lara Jean’s love letters was written for Peter Kavinsky. It was, admittedly, the angriest of the letters. Lara Jean was quite outraged that Peter K. had the audacity to make her like him. Even though Peter K. now goes by Kavinsky, he’s still able to make Lara Jean like him when she least expects it. The problem is that Lara Jean still has no confidence in her ability to make Peter like her back.

5 stars! Recommended for anyone who likes quirky girls, hallway shenanigans, and fake-but-actually-real dating.

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gldnhrt · 26 days

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taylor zakhar perez, bisexual, cis-male + he/him → isn’t that gabriel de la cruz? i’ve seen them hanging out with the humans. i hear they're twenty-seven, but they’ve only been in alexandria for all his life. they seem to be loyal & determined, but also prideful & perfectionist. they are heightened!

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𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 gabriel ángel de la cruz 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 gabe, gabby ( close friends ), ángel ( parents ) 𝐃𝐎𝐁 september 1st, 1996 𝐀𝐆𝐄 twenty - seven 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 libra 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 cis-male 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒 he/him 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 bisexual, demiromantic 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 alexandria, louisiana 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 english, spanish, arabic 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 photographer

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𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 taylor zakhar perez 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 black 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 honey brown eyes 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 6′1″ 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 none 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 none 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 casual, hoodies, sports wear, when need be button up shirts, jeans, semi casual

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𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 protagonist ( enfj ) 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 hardworking, vibrant, charosmatic, loyal, determined 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 self-critical, selfish, prideful, perfectionist 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 photography, hiking, baking, writing, soccer, tennis, working out, watching movies 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 verse-top 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 chocolate

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𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 juliano de la cruz , sixty one, senator 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 yasmin rahal , deceased 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 two siblings ( older sister and brother )

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐒 fiona gallagher ( shameless ) , cayetana grajera pando ( elite ) , peter kavinsky ( to all the boys ) , luke patterson ( julie and the phantoms ) . jughead jones ( riverdale ) , finnick odair ( the hunger games series )

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𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘

growing up in a houshold where following your dreams end up being a reality, gabriel really felt like anything he strived for could be easily achieved.

gabriel had a lot of different interests, but photography was the main thing that he loved the most, and his parents supported it.

when gabriel was ten, his parents were starting to struggle financially, and eventually things didn't work out between them.

gabe decided to stay with his mother in alexandria, while his father left and his older siblings deciding to stay with him.

when gabe was thirteen, he started to find ways to get some quick money, wanting to make sure he could help his mother with some bills. most times it was stealing stuff.

turning sixteen, gabriel started to dabble with enhanced abilities. it was the fact that everyone in this town was special, and being human and having nothing to offer.

one night, he had been out too late, on a job not knowing that back home, someone had broken in, thinking it was empty, all for an item that his family had for centuries.

the item in question was a old pendant that gabriel was wearing. it is unknown why it was wanted.

when gabriel arrived home, he saw the disaster, and then he found his mother dead, and when he saw the blood, and the two holes on her neck, he vowed himself to find the vampire that did this to her.

gabriel didn't want to be placed in the foster care system, so he lied saying his father would be in charge of helping, but his father wasn't in his life so he was alone dealing with all of this.

eventually gabe was homeless, living in his car. he found a job, continued with the stealing and heisting, and eventually got enough money to find a small studio apartment.

gabe dropped out of high school, no college, and focused a lot on finding the vampire that killed his mother. when gabe was twenty-five, he had found him, and then killed him. his revenge came, but he didn't feel any better.

gabe continued to do little heists, breaking in to steal, and eventually found himself breaking into the wrong home where he met a vampire prince who spared his life.

now he helps the prince acclimate, and is starting to actually like him, even though he is a vampire. being with him, gabe didn't feel so alone in this world.

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#○ ′ 💕 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 ≻ about me #unveilintro

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silenceforetold · 9 months

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Is love a feeling or a choice?

Before I begin the actual intention of this post, I would like to disclose that To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before had hastily become my favorite series of movies ever since Netflix’s first debut of the first installation. That could perhaps in huge part to having a modern, racially conscious film with a mixed Asian woman as the lead character, but it also might be due to the fact that I find myself relating to Lara Jean Song Covey as a person. With that in mind, you can feel free to call me out on personal bias if you think I might be too affected by rose-tinted glasses.

I also would like to say that my post will likely predominantly talk about the most recent and final addition to the To All The Boys universe, To All The Boys: Always and Forever, because of the fact the plot felt far more personal to me. That could just be because it’s been 11 years since I graduated from high school (lets be honest, though, high school is never like in the movies or on television anyway) and the first two movies felt very high school while To All The Boys: Always and Forever felt much more mature and adult. It spoke to me at a level much deeper than the previous two.

All of that said, definitely expect massive spoilers. And, yes, I am currently reading through the books from which the movies are based on. I can happily tell you that I am on the second book with no intention of stopping, and that the books are as dear to me as the movies.

As you grow up and begin your exploration into the world of love, romance, and relationships, you always hear stories and watch media that tells you what love should look like. More often than not, our first encounters with love are when we are still adolescent and learn of Lancelot and Guinevere, Romeo and Juliet, and maidens who find their shining knight or handsome prince. We grow up influenced by Romance and fairytales, shaping our expectations on fantasy and magic. Not only this, but we have the concept of “the one” or “one true love” and “soulmates” ingrained into us as the pinnacle of a fulfilled life’s achievement.

But then you grow up and experience heartbreaks, and you realize that love is not like in fairytales or movies or on television. Love does not come as easy as breathing, and you do not find yourself having an instantaneous, almost soul-crushing love-at-first sight sequence.

Admittedly, the first two To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before movies did have that air of sappy, cliché romance that is to be expected of all love stories that revolve around two teenagers, but there is a significant shift in the third as the characters themselves tackle moving into adulthood.

Rest assured that I will not make you endure an entire synopsis of the whole film, but I will give you the points that are relevant to this entire post.

In this installment of the To All The Boys universe, we are blatantly shown that the leading male character, Peter Kavinsky, suffers from abandonment issues stemming from how his father left their family and divorced his mother. We are also shown that, after the divorce, Peter’s father was not present any longer, essentially divorcing the entire family rather than just his wife. In one scene, Peter confides in Lara Jean that he has a deep seeded desire (as a result of his father leaving) to be chosen by someone else. As Peter says himself, “there’s nothing worse than feeling not chosen.”.

You can probably already see where exactly this movie is going, especially when you keep in mind that both Peter and Lara Jean are nearing the end of their senior year in high school; meaning that college applications and themes of where your adult life will begin is at the forefront of the plot.

At the start of the movie, it is stated that the hope for both characters is to attend the same local university in which Peter has an athletic scholarship. That plan is disrupted, however, when Lara Jean is rejected and forced to consider different universities. Of her list, she has two universities about an hour drive from Peter’s university, but her elder sister Margot convinces Lara Jean to also apply to a university on the east coast. Lara Jean mentions this fact offhandedly, explaining she only humored the notion because her sister believed that everyone needed to apply to at least one university on the east coast for the sake of diversity and experience.

During a class trip to New York City, Lara Jean visits and falls in love with the campus of New York University thus making her hopeful of the prospect of attending while simultaneously wondering if their relationship could be maintained if she made that decision. Lara Jean is allowed to push the idea from her mind so long as her application is still under review, allowing her to slip into a stage of denial that subsequently allows her to maintain her avoidance of communicating with Peter about the possibility.

Ultimately, and to no surprise, she is accepted into New York University and forced to finally talk to Peter about the future that she wants. Peter, who had been hoping that Lara Jean would choose another more local college and eventually transfer into the same college as him, immediately slips into his struggle with abandonment and accuses Lara Jean of choosing to leave him rather than choosing to put him and the future of their relationship first. As he claims, “you chose to be as far away from me as possible. You chose distance” and refers to her dismissal of another local college as evidence for not choosing him.

Lara Jean and Peter find themselves faced with a few questions, but the most imperative being:

Is love above all obstacles a feeling or an active choice?

On my own experiences with love, I came to the conclusion that real love is 10% the romanticism that is promised in popular media, 40% compatibility with one another, and 50% an active choice to love and stick with a person even when perhaps it would be easier or more convenient to be emotionally detached.

A relationship is always doomed to fail even if love abounds if neither party chooses one another time and time again, just like a relationship will not be healthy or fulfilling if both parties choose one another but lack compatibility or feelings.

As I sit here writing and contemplating, I beg the question: if someone is unwilling to choose you, then do they even love you at all? Yes, perhaps in some way, but not in the way of true love. After all, different types of love exist and a person can love many people, but that does not mean they enter a committed, long-term romantic relationship with everyone that they love.

The act of choosing is not always physical, however, as what Peter believed in his expectation for Lara Jean to prioritize attending the same college as him. In fact, one could argue that Peter was actually being selfish and choosing himself over Lara Jean.

My point could perhaps be best driven by quoting Lara Jean’s father: “you can’t save [a] relationship by not growing”.

This particular quote actually brought back to me the memory of a man’s story that I once had the pleasure of reading (unfortunately, I cannot recall where, but I believe it a forum of some sort). He spoke of his relationship with his wife and how she was ever-changing into a new woman, and how he had to choose to fall in love with the new her every single time rather than reject her. People change and the only thing that never changes is the fact that things change, and so we must all choose to adapt with that change or be left behind in it’s wake.

No one is immune to growth and attempting to avoid it is always to your detriment. The attempt to not change could actually bring about the doom that you fear most and try your hardest to avoid. Not only that, but it is a disservice to both your partner and yourself to stunt yourself from growth simply because you fear that your growth may also come with growing apart. That is, of course, a very real possibility, but so is the possibility of you growing together.

You must make the active choice to stay with one another and see which direction that growth will take you, which requires understanding yourself and honest communication. You must actively choose to make the hard decision of staying together through the unknown and allowing a positive possibility. You must continue choosing one another until a moment comes that you definitively do not want to choose one another any longer.

The film ends with Lara Jean narrating with a montage of she and Peter moving to their respective colleges, stating that:

“Life is beautiful and messy and never goes according to plan. And the truth is, I have no idea what it has in store for me. But I do know that love, real love, is choosing each other through all of it, every single day. Beginning and middle and end.”

If that is what Lara Jean and the original author of the To All The Boys novels trilogy, Jenny Han, believes… I would very much like to believe that too.

#author's note #substack saw it first #to all the boys i've loved before #to all the boys trilogy #to all the boys series #to all the boys netflix #netflix #netflix movie #jenny han #pop culture analysis #love #relationships #philosophy #op ed #opinion post #writeblr

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sweetbuckybarnes · 2 years

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You broke my heart, Covey

Pairings: Lara Jean Song-Covey + Peter Kavinsky

Summary: Peter's POV, after Lara Jean breaks up with him. Post-Ski Trip, the first film.

I could only watch with a broken heart as the girl I love walks away from me. It had taken me weeks, WEEKS, to realise that the feelings I had for her before the first kiss we'd ever shared (my first kiss!) had never left him.

All I wanted was for Lara Jean to turn around, run back to me, promising to listen to me and mend my broken heart.

But I know I've got no chance of ever getting her.

All because I was stupid enough to tell Gen the truth. That it's over, and I'm head over heels in love with Lara Jean.

Like I have been since the beginning of 6th grade.

I'd always known about Lara Jean, even for a brief period when we were somewhat friends. That was a time I'd never forget.

Then we shared a kiss during a game of Spin the Bottle, in a basement I can't remember, and it was the kiss that changed my idea of girls (my idea of girls had been changed when I first fell for Lara Jean).

But then Lara Jean stopped speaking, I know that Gen was involved in that - because when Lara Jean stopped speaking to me, she started hanging around with Chris - Gen's cousin and Gen started pursuing me.

All I could think about was if I had pursued Lara Jean after we'd kissed, and disregarded Gen like I should have done.

Because of Gen, I've lost the only girl I'll ever love.

I pull up in my car to my home, I've been holding tears in my eyes since Lara Jean walked away.

Picking up my duffle bag from the seat where Lara Jean usually sits, and quickly walk into the house.

My mom looks up when she hears me slam the door heavily and sees how heartbroken I look.

"Peter, darling? What's wrong?" She asks, walking over to me after telling my little brother Owen how to do a question on his homework.

One look at my mom and I instantly turned into the tiny child that needed my mother. I remembered when my dad left, how I'd held onto her and sobbed, thinking I wasn't enough.

"Lara Jean and I broke up," I sniffle, as tears start rolling down my cheeks. Even though my mom didn't know the extent of my 'relationship' with Lara Jean, but after the hot tub scenario, and the bus ride back - that felt like I was truly in a proper relationship with her.

My mom's face falls. "Peter," her soft voice making my sniffles turn into sobs. She reached up and hugged me tightly, as I gripped the back of her top, and buried my face into her neck.

"I love her, mom," I whimper, as she takes me into the living room and sits me down on the sofa. I think this is when my mom realises how real this relationship was for me.

She brings me closer. "Oh my darling," she presses multiple kisses into my hair.

I'm watching from over mom's shoulder as Owen walks towards me with a tub of ice cream. I force a smile. "Thanks, Owen,".

"Sorry you got your heartbroken," he says and walks back to do his homework. Now I wish I was as close to Owen as the Covey girls were.

#to all the boys series #to all the boys fic #lara jean song covey #peter kavinsky #peter kavinsky's mother #based on the first film

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strangenoquestion · 5 years

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‘You miss your mom?’ 'Sometimes, when I think about it.’ Suddenly I say, 'You know what I miss? I miss bath time. I miss when she would wash my hair. Don’t you think getting your hair washed is just the best feeling? Like, warm water and bubbles and fingers in your hair. It’s so nice.’ 'Yeah, it is.’ 'Sometimes I don’t think about her at all, and then…and then sometimes I’ll have a thought like, I wonder what she would think of me now? She only knew me as a little girl, and now I’m a teenager, and I wonder, if she saw me on the street, would she recognize me?’ 'Of course she would. She’s your mom.’ 'I know, but I’ve changed a lot.’ An uncomfortable look has crossed his face, and I can tell he’s regretting complaining about his dad, because at least his dad is alive.

Jenny Han, To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before

#grief #fact in fiction #loss #perspective #that awkward moment when #mother daughter relationships #Lara Jean Song Covey #Peter Grant Kavinsky #To All the Boys I've Loved Before #Jenny Han #books #quotes #series #TATBILB #young adult #fiction #ya fiction #support the Asians

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I am not very familiar with Snk High School comics but I recently saw a comic of Goth Mikasa wanting a Dark Knight figure saving her - I am unfamiliar with context sadly - but what if Reiner Helos becomes her Knight?

Hello luv! I believe you're referring to Isayama's SnK High School Caste AU ❤ Spoiler Alert below!

Our dear Mikasa is a Goth & an occult lover. I have suspicions she might have some experiences dabbling with the dark arts in other words, a witch (she's holding a spell book with an inverted cross) as she could be observed using the Ouija board with Eren & Armin and made contact with a dead character's spirit. She also wanted to find a hex to repel Jean in the AU because she didn't like him always hovering around her.

To Mikasa, as referenced below, her Dark Knight is the everyday guy archetype, Eren, whose only ever did something heroic in his dreams because according to him, his life is boring. She was crushing hard on Eren but Eren was also not reciprocal in this AU orz. (No, the ouija board scene was still very vague to me. Mikasa could have moved the pointer herself 😂) But, I recently came across a very interesting ending theory that ties to this AU here. Well, if that theory comes true, I'd be happy with all the proposed points except the part where Eren would get a second chance at being with Mikasa in this AU. I'd rather that be an open end where anything is possible.

Which brings us to Reiner, the Quarterback and one of the do-gooders group members (who looks more like a group of bullies, led by the Queen Bee, Historia, who's developed an obsession towards Eren 😂) As you can see, even in this AU, Reiner is still a simp omg he deserves more than to be a cuck please. Jock!Reiner and Goth!Mikasa comes from 2 different social levels in the school's hierarchy with Mikasa & co. always getting picked on & targeted by Historia's crew (I'm a sucker for opposites attract & a couple that defy the Status Quo).

Whenever I see this two, it reminds me of no, not High School Musical, but Jenny Han's To All The Boys book/hit Netflix series' characters - Peter Kavinsky, the talented, handsome, dorky but a sweetheart jock & Lara Jean Song Covey, the sweet, loving, beautiful half Asian with a passion for writing/reading classical literature. He's the popular boy who dated the popular girl but ended up falling in love with the down-to-earth girl-next-door. I'm all for this trope! Imagine Goth!Mikasa dressing up in a gothic, dark cheerleader outfit just to support Reiner in one of his matches or when she goes on a vacation in her mother's homeland, Hizuru, she'll get him dorky cartoon socks that he'd put on with full pride because it's from his girl 😍 I was reimagining ReiKasa as LaraJean & Peter from first movie to the third!

Alright, back to the HS Caste AU, we've seen Isayama drew Historia's group ganging up on Eren based on a rumor that Historia made up. However, in the latest (and last fake preview) that was available, we can see Eren getting kidnapped by a cult lead by Zeke (lol) and Armin & Mikasa ended up getting Historia, Ymir and Reiner's help to save Eren.

Look at our dorky boy Reiner 🥲 I love seeing him working together with Mikasa and Armin to save Eren (even when he's doing it for the wrong intention)

I think it would be sweet and adorable if her real Dark Knight turned out to be the one who helped save the one she'd thought was her Dark Knight. Look at that dude sitting against the wall at the back while ARM actively try to figure out a way to save everyone orz

Also, it's just Isayama's way of emphasizing strong expressions but I love the way he highlighted both Reiner & Mikasa's sentences in the above panel. It feels like I'm watching them have a quirky, panic discussion that would eventually made them realize that as they work together, they'd started noticing that the other person's pretty cool and cute after all. I hope they'll get to go out on a movie and ice-cream date aftwerwards haha I think Jock!Reiner's the type of guy who won't mind watching Goth!Mikasa's favorite movie, Twilight, together. Don't ever forget The Breakfast Club spoof cover. How endearing would it be if the popular Jock really ends up with the Rebel girl all along? 🤭

There's a lot of possibilities to be explored in this AU and yes, it would be nice to see more of it after SnK ends ❤ Thank you for the Ask! xoxo

#ReiKasa #ReiKasa asks #reiner x mikasa #reiner braun #mikasa ackerman #jock!Reiner #goth!Mikasa #snk hs au #snk hs caste au #aot hs au #ReiKasaverse #quarterback!reiner #snk #aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

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sweet-pea-channie · 4 years

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Breaking walls - Peter Kavinsky Imagine

Author: @sweet-pea-channie

Pairings: Peter Kavinsky x Reader

Words: 9k+

Warnings: shouting, fighting, mentions of death, swearing, angst

Requested by anon: Could you write something with Peter Kavinsky where the reader is really reluctant to date because all her previous BFs have been assholes or cheated on her, but Peter falls head over heals for her sass and sarcasm and decides to show her how good men can actually be?

A/N: Hey guys, so here’s another Peter Kavinsky imagine for you! I’m not quite as satisfied as I should be. I had to delete most of it because it didn’t feel right to me and I had to rewrite it again and again and again. I’m still not that happy with the result but it’s something.

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And again you hit the tire of your car with your left foot, groaning as another wave of pain shot through it. “Damn it!” You slid down the passenger door, your bum hitting the cold concrete before you pulled your knees against your chest and wrapped your arms around them.

You placed your head on top of your knees as a tear rolled down your cheek, but you wiped it away immediately. No one could see you crying out there, no one had ever seen you crying before. “This is all your fault,” you mumbled, looking at the bright stars above you. “If you would’ve just stayed at home.” As minutes passed by, you slowly stood up and took your belongings that you dropped besides you. You unlocked your car and hopped in, closing the door as fast as possible before you locked the doors. It wasn’t safe for a young girl like you to be out in the dark by herself late at night.

You gripped the steering wheel tight, your knuckles turned white and screamed one more time, hitting your forehead against it. The horn of your car chimed and you raised your head back up, only seeing a shadow standing right next to your car.

“Hey,” a voice said before someone tapped on your window. “Are you okay?”

“What do you want, Kavinsky?” you asked without looking at him.

“I saw you sitting there on the ground and… can you please open the window? I feel stupid talking to you through that window,” he sighed and waited for you to open the window in the passenger’s side.

You pressed your lips together to a thin line, trying to find the perfect answer why you didn’t want to talk to him right now. “It’s late, Peter, and I just want to go home, okay?”

“Where’s that douche you call your boyfriend? Can’t he drive you home? You look like a mess and you probably shouldn’t be driving anymore,” he said and looked around, trying to find the one guy he was looking for.

“He’s probably still inside… and he’s not my boyfriend. Well, not anymore. So could you just leave me alone? I want to go home,” you replied and started the engine.

“Did you two fight? Is that why you were hitting that tire the whole time?”

“Were you watching me? You’re such a creep,” you said and out the car in drive, ready to drive away and get the hell out of here. “Isn’t there a bullet somewhere you could be jumping in front of? I don’t even know why you’re talking to me. So leave me alone, get back inside to your friends and have fun, alright?”

Before Peter could say something else, you drove away and left him standing in the middle of the road. You saw him standing there through your rearview and watched him as he raised his hands, dropping them on his sides while you drove further away. You exhaled sharply, trying hard to focus on the road. You couldn’t let this getting in your head. You were mad, extremely mad, but you had to focus, or else, someone would find your car driven off the road on the next morning.

You parked your car in your driveway, next to the dark green pick up that belonged to your mother’s lover and trotted to your front door, ready to be yelled at again.

Slowly opening the front door, you could hear them chattering in the living room, having the time of their lives. You groaned and threw your keys in the bowl next to the door, a loud noise was heard through the entire hall.

“Could you do this any louder?!” you heard him yelling through the living room.

“Could you care any less?!” you shouted back and walked straight to the stairs, running up the first steps before you heard him again. “Won’t you say hi to your Mom and me? That’s a bit uncivil you know?”

“Hi Mom!” you shouted and gave her a smile as she waved back at you. “Could you tell Jeff that he doesn’t have the right to say anything to me or in this house at all!” “Y/N…,” your Mom sighed, but you ignored it and ran up the stairs, knocking on the first door to your left.

“Hey, are you still up?” you asked as you opened the door a little bit and stuck your head through, looking at the young boy.

“I can’t sleep,” he said and turned his back around so he was facing you now. “Can I come in?” you questioned and waited until he nodded. You closed the door behind you and got rid of your shoes and bag, crawling under the covers with your little brother.

“Where have you been?” he asked you all snuggled up in his bedsheets.

You smiled at your little brother and played with his hair, it was getting longer now and you knew that you had to cut it soon. “I was at Liza’s. She decided throw a little get together.”

“You mean a party?” he corrected you with a mischievous grin on his face.

“Yes, a party. I think, I have to cut your hair soon. What do you think?”

“I think you’re trying to change the conversation, but not with me,” he giggled as his eyes were glowing.

“You know me too well, Leo,” you sighed.

“When can I go with you? I mean to a party?” he asked you with pleading eyes. He knew that giving you the puppy eyes worked wonders. You couldn’t say no to your brother when he gave you the puppy eyes.

“Leo! You just got into Middle School. You have to wait a few more years, and until then you can go to your own kind of parties. And I bet, once you’re old enough to party, you will not go to a party with your annoying older sister,” you replied and bopped his nose with your finger.

“You’re not annoying, Y/N. You’re something else. But I can tell you now, you will never be the older annoying sister. You’ll probably be the cool and badass older sister everyone wants. And then I can brag and say that you are my badass sister,” he laughed and hid under the covers, thanks to his reddening cheeks.

“Awww, Leo. You’ve never said something like that before. You’re the best,” you replied and attacked him with kisses and hugs. Of course, he was trying to push you away but you were stronger than him.

“Hey, why aren’t you two sleeping yet?” your Mom asked as she opened the door.

“Just wanted to say good night to Leo,” you smiled and got up, taking your shoes and your purse. “Good night, Leo. Good night, Mom,” you said and placed a kiss on her cheek before you squeezed past her and got to your own room.

You threw your phone on your bed and grabbed a new shirt to sleep in, when your phone lit up. You grabbed it and saw that someone wrote you a message on Instagram. You opened the app and groaned once you saw the name p_kavinsky.

“Hey, just wanted to check in. Did you get back home safe?”

You groaned and tossed your phone back on your bed. No, you wouldn’t answer him, he was just pathetic. What you didn’t know is that Peter had been watching you for quite a while now. No one really paid attention to you in school, but somehow, Peter knew that there was something special about you.

“Hey, Y/N! Hold on!” someone shouted as you closed your locker and walked to the next class. You turned around and faced the young teenager with the brown locks on his forehead. “You never answered me.”

“There was nothing to answer,” you said cold and ignored him while he was walking right next to you.

“I just wanted to know if you got home safely. A simple yes or no would’ve been enough, you know.”

“Since when do you care?” you asked him and stopped mid tracks, giving him a questioning look.

“I saw how sad you were, sad and angry. And I know that you wanted to release that kind of anger you felt.”

“Oh, so you know me, huh?” you asked him with a hint of sarcasm, something that you were familiar with. “Tell me, when’s my birthday?”

As Peter didn’t reply, you laughed, knowing that you won this conversation.

“See, all that comes out of your mouth is bla bla bla. God, why are you guys all the same?!” you asked, mumbling the last part mostly to yourself.

“What?”

“Just forget it,” you sighed and turned around, walking the other way as you were once heading to.

“Hey! This is the wrong way! Econ is this way!” Peter shouted after you but you just flashed him over your shoulder and took the longer way. Peter frowned and furrowed his brows. He knew that it was all a wall that you had build up. There was no possible way for someone to be that callous.

And he was right. You wouldn’t trust people so easily. Trusting people before they let you down, you’ve been through that a hundred times. And you had enough, so you built up a wall to protect yourself from the outside. You pretended to be someone you were not, once you’ve got to High School. It attracted some people, thinking that you were the badass girl who’d always say whatever she thought, doing whatever she wanted to do. And that’s why you were dating mostly douche bags. You attracted them and they fooled you. Once they got to know the real you, they let you down.

At the end of the school day, you were sitting in your English class in the last row as usual and paid zero attention to what was happening. You were drawing as always. Your notebook was full of drawings instead of notes and that’s why you had to study most of the time at home.

“Nice drawings,” you heard him saying next to you. You looked up at him and dropped your pencil, leaning your head on your hands.

“Why are you here?”

“Didn’t you pay attention? Ms. Ward put us together for the assignment,” he told you and grabbed a chair, sitting down in front of you. But what you didn’t know is that Ms. Ward never put you together with Peter. Everyone could team up with whomever they wanted to. And to Peter’s luck, he saw that you were totally distracted, so he took the chance.

“Oh, okay,” you mumbled and put on a fake smile. “So what’s the assignment about?”

“We can decide, it’s on the board. We either create a class magazine or we create a school brochure about our dream school. But seeing that you’re so talented in drawing, I guess we pick the magazine”

“Okay guys, I hope that you all decided what you’re working on. This project is due in two weeks today, so don’t dawdle,” Ms. Ward reminded you before she ended the class.

You grabbed your stuff and put it in your backpack, walking out of class immediately but Peter stopped you as he pulled you back. “Hey wait! We should, um, why don’t you give me your number so I can tell you when to meet? For our project I mean.”

“Tomorrow, 5pm, your house,” you said and walked away. Peter watched you while you left the school halls. He sighed and pulled at the strings of his backpack before he turned around and got to the boys locker room for lacrosse practice.

The next day, you knocked on the front door of the Kavinsky household. You waited for a bit until someone opened the door and looked through the gap.

“Who are you?” the little man asked.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m looking for Peter, is he home?” you asked and bend down to be on his height. The little boy nodded and opened the door for you before he turned around and shouted for Peter. “There’s a Y/N here for you!”

“I’m coming!”, Peter shouted from upstairs and ran down the stairs, skipping every second step. “Hey,” he said out of breath once he stood in front of you.

“Hey,” you replied awkwardly.

“I see that you met my little brother, Owen,” he smiled and patted on his little brother’s shoulders. “My Mom’s not home yet, so we’re stuck with him, but he’ll be in his room the whole time. Right, Owen?” he asked him and pushed him up the stairs.

“Whatever,” you mumbled and looked around the big open living room. “Where should I put my bag?”

“Oh, we’re staying in the living room. My room’s a mess,” he laughed and rubbed the back of his head, leading you to the couch. You dropped your bag on the ground in front of you and sat at the very far end of the couch.

“Do you want something to drink?” he asked you before he sat down as well. You nodded and asked for simple tab water. He smiled at you and got to the kitchen, filling a carafe full of water.

“Alright, do have something in mind for the magazine?” he asked you, taking a sip from his water glass.

“Well, correct me if I’m wrong. Ms. Ward got us five themes that we could choose from, right?” you asked and he nodded. “So why don’t we take fashion? But, I’d like to change it a little bit. How does “Why fashion changes the way teenager’s think” sound to you?”

“Tell me more,” he said and put his feet up, sitting with his legs crossed on the couch.

By the end of the day, you had a concept. Luckily for Peter, you had drawn and sketched everything down. He was fascinated by your talent; the way your pencil danced across the sheet and how every line you draw was perfectly set. He stared at your face while you were focused; your lips were pressed together or you bit on them. And to be honest, he thought that the sketch was perfect enough to send it to Ms. Ward. But you had other ideas. You wanted to turn that sketch into a real magazine, with pictures of models and real paragraphs.

“Are you free this Friday? Or are you busy going to another house party?” you asked him as you backed your stuff.

“No, I’m free, but we have to do it at yours. My Mom’s inviting her friends over and they get so annoying when they drink too much wine,” he groaned.

“We can’t do it at my place,” you said immediately while every color was cut from your face.

“Why not?”

“Well… uhm, it’s just that… There’s this guy my Mom’s dating and… and he’s a total moron,” you mumbled into your sweater.

“I don’t care about him. We can stay in your room and ignore him, okay?”

He gave you the exact same puppy eyes that your brother was giving you all the time and it was hard saying no, so you ended up saying yes. “Alright, can you come over after school?”

“After school it is.”

Turning the time forward to Friday afternoon, you were on your way home, followed by Peter’s car. You were nervous as hell, hoping that Jeff wouldn’t be home by now. But unluckily, you saw his car standing in the driveway. With your shaking hands, you opened the front door and waited for Peter to walk up your driveway. “I have to warn you, he’s home and he’s not the nicest person on earth.”

Peter nodded and gave you a reassuring smile, putting his hands on your shoulders as you walked in. To be honest, if you weren’t so scared, you would’ve slapped them away. You took off your shoes and put your finger on your mouth, showing Peter that he had to be quiet while you tip-toed to the stairs but the first step left a loud crack, and immediately, you heard him shouting.

“Y/N? Is that you?”

“Yeah!” you shouted back and saw him coming to the entrance.

“Listen, your Mom will be gone for a few more hours, she has to work a double shift at the hospital, so it’s your turn to make dinner,” he told you, looking sternly straight into your eyes before they moved to Peter who was standing right next to you.

“Who’s he?”

“I’m Peter,” he said and held his hand out for Jeff to shake, but he ignored it.

“I am asking Y/N, not you.”

“Jeff!” you warned him. “You can’t talk to my friends like this!”

“Oh, you’re just friends? Really? You’re bringing home all those guys, saying they’re friends and then what? All they do is leave.”

“So what? You never really cared who entered this house!” you spat back at him.

“Of course, it’s me who works his ass off so you two little nuisances can live freely in this house!”

“Little nuisances? You know what? You can go fuck yourself!” you bickered and grabbed Peter’s hand, dragging him up the stairs with you.

“The door on the left is my room. I’m going to say hello to my brother real quick,” you told him and knocked on your brother’s door. When you heard no answer, you opened the door and waited for him to yell at you, saying that you had to wait until he told you to come in, but he wasn’t in his room. It was empty, your Mom was supposed to pick him up from school.

Blood was boiling inside your body. You were sure that your Mom told Jeff to pick him up, but knowing him, he didn’t care at all. So you rushed out of his room, dropped your backpack right next to Peter and rushed down the stairs, shouting for Jeff.

“Jeff! I swear to god! If you forgot to pick up Leo, I’m going to castrate you right here!”

Peter didn’t realize what was going on as you ran past him, he just grabbed your bag from the ground and waited for you to come back up, but once he heard your shouting, he knew that something was terribly wrong.

“JEFF!”

“What?!”

“Where’s Leo?!” you shouted at him from the bottom of the stairs.

“Probably still in school.”

“School ended two hours ago for Leo, for god damn sake! Mom should’ve picked him up! And I know for sure, that she told you to pick him up instead! I know that she would never forget her kids like you would!” The veins on your neck were clearly visible from shouting on top of your lungs.

Peter put the bags down and slowly walked down the stairs, standing right next to you in case something bad would happen to you. He just knew that things would escalate quickly.

You didn’t want him standing there next to you. Hell, that’s the reason why you didn’t want him over at your house in the first place. But you ignored him. Leo was more important right now.

“He’s old enough to get home by himself,” Jeff just said and turned his back to you, facing the TV.

“He’s fucking eleven years old, Jeff! Damn it!” you yelled and walked back to the front door, putting your shoes on before you grabbed your car keys.

“Hey, Y/N, wait!” Peter said as he followed you. “You shouldn’t be driving right now. You’re mad, I know. But let me drive you, okay?”

If looks could kill, then Peter knew that he’d be burned to death by yours. But you weren’t mad at him, you were mad at Jeff once again. And you were mad, that Peter had to see and hear it all.

“I just have to get my car keys,” he mumbled, staring into your angry looking face. You were slowly catching your breathing when you nodded at the brunette. He forced a smile and ran back up the stairs to get his bag before he came back down and put his shoes on.

“Come on, let’s get your little brother.”

The car ride was quiet. You were still trying to calm down. Every fucking time, Jeff had to do something like that. No wonder, you couldn’t bare with him. But your mom wouldn’t understand. She had the love googles on and couldn’t get them off.

“I’m sorry you had to see this all,” you said, breaking the silence.

Peter smiled at you and shrugged. “It’s okay. I used to hear it all the time, I mean the fighting. My Mom and Dad used to fight a lot.”

“So they don’t fight anymore?”

“No, he left us three summers ago,” he replied.

“Oh,” you muttered and stared back out the window. “Sorry to hear that.”

“My Dad died five years ago,” you told him after a few minutes of silence. “He went to the grocery store to get my Mom her favorite ice scream after they fought about something stupid, but he never came back. Police officers found his car, on the side of the road. He was still sitting inside but his heart stopped beating. We still don’t know why he drove off the road.”

“I’m sorry,” Peter apologized and stopped at a red light. “You know, this is the first time that you open up to me.”

“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it,” you replied and told him to drive as the light turned green.

“But you called me your friend back at your house.”

You groaned and rolled your eyes at him without him seeing it. “That was just to tell Jeff off. It doesn’t mean anything.”

While Peter parked the car, you hopped out and ran to Leo’s school, hopping up the stairs. Peter was hot on your trails, following you to the counselor office where Leo had always waited to be picked up. As you rounded the corner, you saw someone locking up the counselor office but no Leo in sight, so you walked up to her and asked her. “I’m sorry, but my um stepfather forgot to pick up my brother. He usually waits here.”

“Oh, are you Leo’s sister? He left like fifteen minutes ago,” she replied with a smile on her face. “Maybe someone else picked him up.”

Your face went blank and your mouth wide opened as you stared at the woman in front of you. “Shit,” you mumbled and turned back around almost bumping into Peter. You grabbed his hand and ran back out to his car. “Shit, shit, shit!”

“Hey, Y/N. Calm down! He’s probably on his way home,” he said calmly as he held your shoulders.

“But how? On foot? It would take hours for him to get home and he doesn’t even know where to go!” you shouted at him and pushed him away. “God damn it!”

Your hands moved to your head and your fingers were tangled in your hair before you pulled at them. Your eyes were getting watery as you imagined the worst and a tears streamed down your face, but you wiped it away before Peter could see it. But he did see it, and he saw the next tears as well. His heart was telling him that he should hug you and give you comfort, but his mind told him that you would just push him away again. He listened to his heart and grabbed your arms, pulling you against his body until he wrapped his long arms around your body.

You just stood there with your hands on your side in his arms, but Peter didn’t let go. “It’s okay, we’re going to find him.”

Finally, you hugged him back, wrapping your arms around his mid-section. You nodded and buried your face deeper into his sweater, leaving wet stains on it. “I promise you, we are going to find him. Even if it takes the whole day.”

You slowly pulled away and wiped all the tears away. Your eyes were bloodshot. Peter knew that deep inside, your walls began to crack. You were slowly letting him in. He knew that you never cried in front of people, it was a sign of weakness, and no once should know that you were weak. He gingerly brushed the tears that were still streaming down your face away with the pads of his thumb. No one had ever done that for you. No one stuck around when you cried. This was a big first for you.

“Come on, let’s get in the car. We’ll drive every possible way to your home, okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered and got into the passenger seat as Peter held the door open for you. You realized that he was so kind to you like no else had ever been.

“I have to call my Mom,” you said as he started the car and took another road to your neighbor hood. “But I forgot my phone at home. It’s still in my bag.”

“It’s okay, take mine.”

You grabbed his phone and dialed your mother’s number by heart. It was ringing, one, two, three times while you were nibbling on your lower lip. Your mother didn’t pick up, so you ended the call but decided to call her again. And this time she picked up on the first ring.

“Mom!” you exclaimed.

“Hey, Y/N. What’s wrong, you sound sad.”

“It’s Leo! Jeff.. he… he forgot to pick him up and now he’s gone. He’s not in school. They said he left and I can’t find him.”

“For Christ’s sake,” you heard your mother cursing. “Where are you now?” “I’m with Peter from school. We’re driving down different roads, trying to find him.”

“Okay, please keep in touch with me, I can’t leave this shift right now but I can leave in thirty minutes and then I can help you, okay?”

“What if something happens to him?” you asked her.

Peter felt so bad for you. Your voice was barely above a whisper and it held so much anxiety. Automatically, he reached for your free hand and held it, squeezing it carefully. “Don’t worry so much, we will find him in time before it gets dark,” he said and glanced at you before his concentration was back on the road.

“Listen to you friend, Y/N. Being afraid won’t help you right now. Call me, okay?”

“I will do,” you mumbled and ended the call, putting the phone down in your lap.

“Hey,” Peter said and caught your attention. “We’re in this together, okay? He might not be my little brother but I’m a big sibling as well and I know how you must be feeling.”

“Thank you, Peter.”

You were driving around the neighborhood for ten minutes now and there was still no sight of Leo. Peter’s fingers were tapping on the steeling wheel of his jeep nervously while you were looking left and right for your brother.

“Where would I go,” Peter mumbled. You didn’t quite catch what he said so you asked him what he was saying. He didn’t answer immediately, his thoughts still running.

“Peter?”

“I’d go to friend of mine that lives nearby, or maybe a… a playground?”

“A playground? Peter!” you exclaimed and shot up in your seat. “Leo hangs out at this playground with his friends all the time! It’s right this way!”

Peter nodded and followed the directions that you were giving him. In no time, Peter made it to the playground, he stopped the car on a parking lot nearby and out the car in park.

“Oh my god,” you exhaled and opened the passenger door, running across the street as fast as possible and before Peter could react to anything at all, he saw you hugging a boy who was way shorter than you were.

Peter closed his eyes for a second, thanking god or whoever had helped them, before he left his car and walked across the street.

He heard you sobbing once he came closer. The arms of the young boy were wrapped around your body and his head was buried in your jacket. Once you let go of your brother, you dropped on your knees and held his face in your hands.

“Are you okay?”

Leo nodded and forced a smile. “Mom never forgets to pick me up.”

“No she doesn’t,” you agreed and ruffled through his hair. “She’s still working. Jeff had to pick you up, but he forgot. I’m so sorry, Leo. If I had known earlier, I- I’m so sorry.”

Leo smiled at you and hugged you once more before his eyes fell on the tall brunette. “Who’s he?” he asked with his arms still around your shoulder. You turned your head and saw Peter standing right behind you.

“That’s Peter,” you smiled and stared at him. “He’s my friend,” you said proudly.

Peter smiled back at you and in his mind he was releasing the loudest scream of joy. You had called him your friend once again and he knew that you meant it this time.

“He helped me find you and I don’t think that I would have without him.”

“Thank you, Peter,” Leo said. “My sister can get anxious very easily. I hope you didn’t have to deal with that.”

“Leo,” you warned him and stood up, taking his backpack off his shoulders.

“Don’t say that.”

“But it’s true!”

“Come on, let’s get you home,” you told him and lead him to Peter’s car.

Once you made it home, Leo jumped out of the big jeep and thanked Peter once more before he ran to the front door and opened it.

You sighed and gave Peter his phone back. On your way home, you made sure that you told your Mom that everything was fine now. She wanted to talk to Leo as well, who told her that he was scared because he didn’t know where to go. Your mom promised him that this was never going to happen again. It broke your heart, seeing your brother so scared. He tried to play it off, but you could see it in his eyes.

“Thank you again, for helping me,” you whispered. “And sorry that we couldn’t really do our project together. If you don’t mind, we can still do some of it until you have to leave.”

“So you don’t want me to go then?”

“Honestly?” you asked and waited until he nodded. “I don’t want to be alone with Jeff right now.”

“You could’ve just said so. We don’t have to work on our project, we could just hang out, listen to some music or whatever you want to do,” he replied with a smile on his lips.

“Thank you,” you mumbled and opened the door, waiting for him to follow you inside.

Luckily, Jeff was fast asleep as you walked inside and up the stairs. You checked Leo’s room first, making sure that he was okay. And he was. He was already sitting at his desk, doing all the homework that was due tomorrow.

Peter followed you to your room and sat on your bed, looking around so he could see your whole room. “You’ve called me your friend again.“

„I know,“ you muttered and grabbed a pair of sweatpants from your dresser. “Is it okay, if I change? I want to get out of these pants.”

Peter nodded and closed his eyes, waiting for you until you had changed. It took you a while to get changed because you were watching him. No guy you ever spent time with, was this friendly as Peter. Most of the guys would’ve waited for you to change in front of them, or you’d just go to the bathroom to change, but Peter closed his eyes and waited for you.

Peter felt a dip right next to him on your bed and he opened his eyes. Grabbing your laptop, you opened it and put it next to you. “Can we listen to some music?” “Sure,” he replied and leaned back against the headboard.

You opened Spotify and put your favorite playlist on shuffle before you leaned your head on Peter’s thigh, looking at the laptop.

Peter held his breath, he didn’t expect you to do a gesture like that. Not you. You were always the girl with nice comebacks, full of sarcasm, with a hard shell. You didn’t let people in so easily, but right now, you were opening up to him and he didn’t know why. Slowly, Peter moved his hands to your hair, combing through it with his fingers and when you didn’t push him away, he continued to do it with a smile on his lips that you couldn’t see.

You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Peter’s fingers running through your hair. It felt strange first, you didn’t really know him but somehow you wanted to be close to him. “Do you miss your Dad sometimes?”

“You know,” he sighed and stopped combing through your hair. “From time to time, when I walk around the house and see that he’s not in any of the photos anymore, I really miss him. But then I remember that everything he used to do with us, he’s now doing it with his new family and then I’m really glad that he’s gone. But that’s probably not the same that you’re feeling. You can’t compare my situation with yours.”

“I know. It’s just… you’re also living without a father figure in your life, just like me and sometimes I wonder what it would be like for him to see Leo growing up, or seeing me on my graduation day,” you replied and turned on your back, looking up at Peter.

“I get it. My dad used to come to every lacrosse game with me but not anymore.” “I’m sorry. It’s probably harder for you, knowing that your father is still around but doesn’t want to see you instead of him being dead.

“But it’s a different if he’s nice or a total douche. The way he left us, it’s… my Mom cried for days. Owen didn’t know what was going on and asked her every day when he’s coming back. I was the one who told him that he left us for someone else and it broke his heart. He was just seven years old,” he told you with furrowed brows.

“Leo had just turned six when he died,” you mumbled and turned back around, your back facing him. Peter knew exactly why you had turned around. He saw your red eyes, you were about to cry. “I’m scared that Leo doesn’t remember him anymore. And the saddest part is that the only father-figure or male role in his life is Jeff now.”

“Hey,” he said calmly and ran his fingers up and down your back. “I think that he’s wise enough to know that Jeff will never be a role model for anyone. He looks up to you. You’re his big sister, you’re his role model and not that douche.”

“I hope so.”

Your conversation died after this; you were just listening to the soft music. Peter continued to play with your hair the whole time while the sun was slowly setting. He listened to you, humming to the song that was playing until you got quieter and quieter. Eventually, he heard the even sound of your breaths and saw your chest rising and falling steadily.

“Y/N?”

But there was no answer. You were fast asleep with your head on his thigh and your back faced towards him. He stayed liked this for a little bit longer, bu he knew that he had to go eventually. Carefully holding your head in one hand, he took your pillow and placed your head on it before he got out of your bed. He closed your laptop and placed it on your desk right next to your bed before he took the bedsheets that were still unmade from the night before and tugged you in. His gaze lingered on your face a bit longer; he could see your eyelashes flickering due to your moving eyelids. You were already dreaming. Peter smiled and shut the light as he grabbed his bag and sneaked out of your house.

“Hey, Peter. Thanks again,” you said as you walked up to him and the group of the friends he was surrounded by.

“Oh, nice words coming out of your mouth, Y/N. Didn't know that you had them in your vocabulary,” one of Peter’s friends shot back once they realized that it was you who was standing next to them.

“Well, I love what you’ve done with your hair,” you complimented him, but Peter knew that it had to be another comeback of yours.

“What? Really?” Gabe asked and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Yeah, How do you get it to come out of your nostrils like that?"

“Ooooh," you heard the others laughing.

“Peter? Can I talk to you for a second?" you asked the tall boy and dragged him away from the douche bags that he called his friends.

“Sorry about Gabe, you know him,” Peter apologized as you rounded a corner. You smiled at him and shook your head. “It’s okay.”

“But I can see that you got it all under control. That was a nice comeback of yours,” he laughed.

“Yeah that’s all I have to defend myself. I don’t have the muscles like you guys do. All I’m left with are my words, so they better be good,” you replied. “Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you again for what you did.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Y/N. I told you that already on the phone.”

“I know, but you also didn’t have to call me the next day,” you mumbled, making sure that no one was paying attention to the both of you.

“I just wanted to make sure that you were okay. But why don’t we hang out today after school? Go to a café and continue with our project? What do you think?” Peter suggested.

You nodded as the first bell rang. “I’ll wait for you outside, okay?”

You waited ten minutes for Peter to arrive at the school’s parking lot. He trotted over to you, with his hands on the strings on his backpack, just like he always did. A smile was plastered on his lips as he saw you waiting next to his car. He grabbed his keys and opened the car for you from afar. Thanking him, you opened the back door and put your bag on the seat before you opened the passenger door and hopped in.

“Let’s go,” Peter said once he was right next to you and started the car.

“I have to tell you something,” you said a while after you left the neighborhood.

“What?”

“I continued on our project on my own this weekend. There’s not much left to do, it will probably just take a few minutes, I’m sorry,” you confessed and bit on your lip, trying to give him the same puppy eyes that he nailed so good.

“It’s okay. So now we’ve got more time to spend together instead of working, but now I feel bad. I didn’t really help.”

“Pay my drinks and we’re even,” you smiled proudly and turned your head around, looking out the window.

You found a quiet spot at the café and spread your stuff all over the table and chairs while Peter got your drinks and snacks. You grabbed the magazine that you had almost finished and placed it in front of Peter’s seat, so he could see it once he came back. With his hands full, you saw him struggling to get back to your place, so you rushed to him and took the plate full of cheese tacos from him.

“Thanks,” he mumbled and placed your drinks on the table. “Wow! Is that the magazine?”

“Yeah, I’m not quite sure, if I like the cover. What do you think?”

“It’s amazing! I wouldn’t change a thing! No seriously!” he said, seeing that you gave him an annoyed look. “I’m not just saying that because I have absolutely no talent in designing and stuff like that but this is amazing. I feel so stupid.”

“You’re not stupid, you just have bad luck when it comes to thinking.”

Peter rolled his eyes at you and opened the magazine. It was just a small magazine with four pages and a cover. “But I don’t get it. What do we still have to do? This looks perfectly done to me.”

“Here,” you replied and grabbed the other magazines from your bag. “I got them the other day and I just want to cut out a few advertising and put them in the blank spaces. That’s it. But make sure to find advertising only for fashion or face products. We can’t put any ads for dogs in it,” you laughed and handed him a few magazines.

“I’m not that stupid, you know.”

“It’s better to let someone think you’re stupid than open your mouth and prove it,” you shot back and took a sip of your coffee before you saw him rolling his eyes once more.

You were done in minutes and Peter clued the ads to the blank spaces that you left. You were really proud with your magazine and held it up, looking at it once more.

“You know, you won’t get laid if you stay in a café with him instead of his place,” you heard the bugging voice of Peter’s friend next to you. You dropped your project and looked him straight in the eyes.

“The only way you’ll ever get laid is if you crawl up a chicken’s ass and wait. So could you please just leave us alone. You know, if you’re waiting for me to care about those stupid comments of yours, you better head over to the counter and get a lunch, ‘cause it’s going to take a while until I do!”

Peter pressed his lips together, trying to hide the smile but he failed miserably and it just burst out. “Dude, just get it that you’re not funny.”

“I don’t like her,” Gabe muttered and frowned. “No, to be honest. I like her. I like her.”

“Just go away Gabe,” Peter groaned and pushed him away.

You shook your head at Gabe and dedicated yourself back at your project. “I like it.”

“You like it? I love it! It’s fantastic! I'm so happy I chose you to be my partner!”

“Chose me?” you asked him and dropped the magazine. “What do you mean chose me? I thought Mrs. Ward put us together.”

“Oh shit,” you head him mutter under his breath. “Uuum, well. I lied.”

“No shit sherlock.”

“Look, I really wanted to get to know you. All I ever heard from you were your easy comebacks or your short and sarcastic comments during lessons,” he explained with a soft voice. “I thought you were really cool and-“

“Not you as well…”

“I don’t understand,” he said confused as you interrupted him.

“Look,” you said with a stern voice. “Everyone I ever get to spend time with, turned out to just spend time with be because they thought I was the cool kid, the one that always causes trouble, the one with the easy comebacks, just like you said. But once I let go of that side of me, they just, I don’t know, don’t want to spend any time with me again. That’s the reason you saw me that night, remember? Sam, the guy I dated, he got sick of me, saying that he just dated me because he thought that I was a daredevil. But once it turned out that I wasn’t, he just dropped me.”

“I’d never do that. I know that deep inside, you’re that loving girl. You care for others around you, especially the once you love. I saw the way you care for your brother or your Mom. It’s just a wall that you build up to hide behind it. I didn’t want to get to know you just because you’re that sarcastic girl. I wanted to get to know the real you and I still want to because I don’t think that I know you well enough. You’ve still got that wall up and I don’t know how to break through.”

“You already did…” you replied and grabbed your drink, holding it tightly. “ And I don’t know if it’s a good or a bad thing because I’m scared that once I let you in, you’ll run away just like the others.”

“Why should I?”

“I don’t know, Peter. It’s what all the others do. So tell me, why should I make an exception for you?” you asked, your eyes glued to his. You were never good at keeping eye contact, but you really wanted to know what was going on right now.

“Because I like you, Y/N.”

“You don’t, you just like what-“

“No, listen to me, Y/N. I really do. When we were driving down the roads, trying to find your brother and when we were lying on your bed with your head on my thigh, that was the real you. And I like the real you, even though it wasn’t the best situations. I want to spend more time with the real you. And somehow, I get the feeling that once we are finished with our project, you’ll never talk to me again.”

“You sure there’s nothing wrong with you? You really like me?” you asked him, totally shocked. You were sure that he was just joking, but his look told you otherwise.

“There’s nothing wrong with me,” he laughed. “Why don’t you spend some more time with me and see it for yourself? I could make us dinner. Let me show you how real men seduce women.”

“Oh my god, don’t say that,” you said as you felt your cheeks reddening.

The week fly by and you submitted successfully your assignment to Mrs. Ward. She was quite surprised by your work, especially once you told her that Peter helped you tons. Peter was also really proud of himself that he coaxed you into giving him a chance. He wasn’t bragging or anything like that to his friends. He kept it quiet because he knew that none of his friends would get it right now.

So here you were, Friday evening, sitting on the kitchen counter of the Kavinsky’s while Peter was chopping onions.

“Are you sure that you know what you’re doing?” you asked him, looking over his shoulder. “Yes! Trust me, I’m a good cook. Ask Owen if you don’t believe me or my Mom once she comes home. I cook quite often.”

“Alright, I trust you,” you smiled and watched every step that he made.

Once he had the onions chopped, he grabbed a pan and put olive oil in it, waiting for it to heat up. While doing so, he grabbed a pot and poured water in it, so he could cook the pasta.

“Well, to be honest, you look like you really know how to use a kitchen.”

“You’d be surprised what else I can cook.”

Once the pan was heated up, he put the garlic and onions in and stirred them until it was golden and topped it with a can of mashed tomatoes. He knew exactly what herbs to put in and how to season it. You were impressed by his work.

“Hmm, so delicious,” he groaned as he tasted the sauce. “Want to try?” he asked and grabbed another spoon for you to taste it. You hopped down the counter and took it from Peter.

“Be careful, it’s hot.”

You blew a few times to make sure you wouldn’t burn yourself before you took a spoon full. “Oh wow,” you expressed and put the spoon aside. “That’s delicious.”

“Told you I’m a good cook," he said proudly with a smile on his lips.

You smiled back at him and helped him setting the table for the both of you and his brother Owen as well. Since his Mom was still at work, it was just the three of you. Owen was already sitting at the table before dinner was even ready. So you sat next to him and talked to him while Peter was still waiting for the pasta to be done perfectly.

Every now and then, you caught Peter staring at you with a soft smile on his lips. But to your surprise, he wouldn’t look away so you smiled back at him every time.

“Alright guys, here it is. My super delicious pasta!” he said proudly as he set everything on the table. Owen rolled his eyes at his older brother and loaded his plate with pasta and sauce, leaving the cheese untouched because he didn’t like it.

It was quiet during diner, but no awkward silence. Everyone enjoyed the delicious meal that Peter made. Owen dug in like there was no tomorrow, saying that he still had to do some homework before it was bed time. Peter reminded him that he had plenty of time during the weekend to do so but Owen wanted to have a free weekend with his friends.

Once you were all done, you were back sitting on the kitchen counter while Peter did the dishes. You offered to help him but he declined, saying that no guest should ever do the chores. So you watched him the whole time. During that evening you had enough time to study his moves and his features. To say that he wasn’t good looking would be a total lie, everyone knew.

“How’d you get that scar?” you asked out of nowhere.

Peter turned around and put the towel on the counter. With his hands behind him, holding onto the counter he grinned at you. “A dog bit me when I was little.”

“Why are you grinning at me like that?” you asked him once you felt uncomfortable with him looking at you like that.

“Nothing,” he lied and turned back around.

“Why am I getting the feeling that this here is getting really awkward?” you asked once more with your head low, looking at your feet that were tangling over the ground.

“Well, I am not the one making this here awkward. I’m just washing the dishes, that’s all.”

“So you mean that I’m the one making it awkward right now?”

“To be honest, yes,” he replied, turning once back around to face you. “Since that day at the café when I told you that I like you, you’re making it so much more harder for me to read you. You never told me what you’re feeling, you never really gave me an answer. And now you’re just sitting over there, probably thinking about something stupid while all I can think about is how to make a move on you.”

“A move on me?” you asked more to yourself, but he heard you anyway. Peter exhaled in response, not knowing how to take step further with you. You pressed your lips together and closed your eyes, thinking about everything that had happened in the past two weeks since you spent more time with Peter.

He knew the reason why you were acting the way you were, he knew the secrets that no one else knew. You had let him in from the beginning, yet you were still questioning if he knew you well enough. There was still lots of stuff about you that he didn’t know, but there was still plenty of time for him to get to know you better. So either way, you would let him in completely or keep that awkward friendship with him.

You opened your eyes and stared into the brown ones in front of you. Pushing your one foot up so it touched his thigh, you tried to pull him to you, but you failed, your legs were too small. “So, um, why don’t you just try and make a move on me?” you asked, taking all the courage that you had.

Peter couldn’t trust his ears. He wasn’t sure if you had really asked him that. But when your hand reached for his, he knew that he wasn’t dreaming. You were really giving him permission to kiss you.

His smile grew as he took one large step towards you and put his hands on your thighs, making room for himself in between them. He licked his lips one more time, staring right into your eyes before he closed them and also closed the space between your bodies. But before his lips touched yours, he mumbled. “Are you sure?”

“A hundred percent.”

Peter’s hands went from your thighs to your face and held it once his lips were finally touching yours. The kiss was shy, tentative at first, as if he was afraid to scare you away once he pressed too hard. You parted your lips, trying to coax him to deepen the kiss and he obligated. Your lips moved in perfect sync and you forgot the world around you for the moment.

Peter melted as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him even closer to you. His lips were even softer than you could ever imagined them being but eventually you had to part for air, your chests were both rising and falling rapidly as Peter and you tried to recover.

“What’s with that smile?” Peter asked as he saw the smile that was creeping up your lips.

“I’m just happy is all,” you replied and loosened the grip around his neck, leaving your hands on his shoulders.

“I’m glad,” he smiled back at you and place another quick but tender kiss to your lips. “Come on, let’s got upstairs, so we can do more of that.”

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I can barely breathe when you are near.

I’m just gonna say I totally loved the show. Mad love.

And in case you haven’t figure it out yet, or watched the show to get it, I’m talking about Ginny and Georgia.

So many important topics touched on so many feelings and oh so many love triangles.

So join me as i dissect the whole show hehe .

Alright basic plot-

Young single mom Georgia and her teenage daughter Ginny, and younger son Austin, are always on the road and have now moved across the country to the small town of Wellsbury, Massachusetts from Texas, where they encounter a whole load of quirky characters. Ginny, who never had friends, slowly starts fitting in with the popular sophomores, mainly her neighbour Maxine, who also has a twin brother Marcus while Georgia befriends their mother Ellen. The series follows their attempts and struggles of fitting in with the town, all while developing their own love triangles (square in Georgia’s case). And the best part is, the unfolding of Georgia’s dark past filled with teen mom struggles and a little bit of murder mystery as to how she has gotten to where she is now.

Teen mom and daughter combo again? Been there done that!

Well yes, as everyone compares it to Gilmore Girls (my personal favourite show ever) here are some similarities and differences as well as other show references.

*SPOILERS!!

It does explore that close relationship that Ginny and Georgia have, but obviously the kind of bond that Rory and Lorelai had were a lot stronger and had their own personal quirks and wit. There were often rifts in G&G’s relationship caused by the secrets of Georgia’s past as well as Ginny feeling inferior to her own mother in terms of looks and her ability to be a chameleon to fit in anywhere. Rory was more focused on her grades and was comfortable just having her few friends. Ginny on the other hand wanted to be liked and wanted to fit in with her school friends and eventually becomes part of MANG and the boys. And in the case of the mothers, Lorelai focused on raising Rory and worked her way up to eventually owning her own Inn while Georgia snuck and tiptoed her way around swindling money wherever she could but all in the best intentions of her kids more than herself, desperate to give her kids the life she never had.

Also in a way I feel like this is also similar to Jane the Virgin except of course Jane’s character is older, but if you take the standpoint of the mother-daughter relationship and love triangle(Jane/Rafael/Michael) as well as a little psychotic Murder mystery Petra vibes.

, I feel like G&G is a good mix of Gilmore and JTV.

When it comes to love interests, Ginny was stuck between boyfriend Hunter and neighbour Marcus. Sweet, innocent Hunter (my favourite character in the whole series because if you know me you’d know I’m a hopeless romantic) was pretty much Dean to Rory, while cool skater and stoner guy Marcus was Jess. And honestly I see a similar trend here where most people are Team Jess/Marcus whereas I’m team Dean/Hunter for the main fact that Dean and Hunter both treated the girls really good and I like that.

Georgia, as I mentioned was more of in a love square than a triangle, because why the hell not right? There’s Joe, the owner of the cafe where everyone spends most of their time, then there’s Mayor Paul, who Georgia pushes her way to work for to get on his good side. And then of course, Zion, Ginny’s father. Sounds a lot like Luke, Jason and Christopher doesn’t it. I love that Joe had a more interesting and different story, where it was depicted in the flashback scene where homeless young Georgia, just found out she was pregnant at a gas station and comes out to a crowd of high schoolers, which is when she meets Joe. She says to him “I’ll look you up if I’m ever in Wellsbury” Joe was already attracted to her as a teenager and doesn’t realise it’s the same Georgia he met years ago till the last episode whereas Georgia has known all this while. I don’t know about you but I feel like now Georgia has the funds to move to somewhere she aspired to be, where she knows her kids will get the best and where she received “a sandwich and a pair of raybans that changed my life” Also let me just add that Raymond Ablack (Joe) is INCREDIBLY HOT.

Moving on to Paul, Georgia is attracted to him but there is that underlying greed because Paul can provide her stability and security and power. And that is when she will finally feel like she has achieved wheat she needs to. Towards the end, she almost chooses Zion because of her deep affection for him as ‘her penguin’ as she refers to him as. Being with Zion also means she can let her guard down and relax a little, and obviously is a great father to Ginny and even Austin who isn’t even his biologically. Which also makes both guys equally good contenders for Georgia.

Another thing I love about the show is MANG. Their friendship is real, it’s not just Abby and Norah accepting Ginny because of Max. Yes Abby did throw her under the bus in the beginning but they soon became really close and never singled her out after the shoplifting incident. It wasn’t a whole case of Regina George and the plastics all over again. They didn’t care that she was different.

So I feel like Abby is a very interesting character also. I read that her character was created based on a friend of the writer. So abby puts up a very strong front when actually she is feeling quite distraught from her parents ongoing divorce as well as her own issues with body image. Abby is very petite but still is not satisfied with her body so she tapes her thighs to make them look smaller and wear tight jeans so that she can look slimmer. I the Halloween episode, Press even calls her “whale legs” and she obviously gets upset and you can see it affects her because she’s striving for such a perfect image all the time but also I feel like she has a thing for Press so that really messes her up. You can also see she does get a little jealous of Ginny and Max’s friendship but that’s mainly because she feels lonely and unheard and she ends off being estranged from Norah and Max feeling like her whole world crumbled. I really hope MANG gets to patch up. They were the ideal friend group along with the guys.

“Oppression Olympics, let’s go.”

I don’t know guys, this line really stood out to me.

Basically this is the scene in episode 8 where Ginny and Hunter argue about racism and why Ginny deserved to win that writing contest with her unique style (girl used slam poetry for goodness sake that essay was amazing!!??) But Hunter won and he is clearly the favourite of their teacher. He talks about how he is half Taiwanese and the Asian stereotypes he faces here as well as the White remarks he gets from the Asian side of his family. Ginny too says she can’t fit in because she is half Black and how this town had a very small black population and people are not sure how to look at her. I feel like touching on these topics of race was really vital to not only the show but to the actors as well. From the bts, I read that Antonia (Ginny) and Mason (Hunter) were in a room with the writer and jus spoke about the kind of remarks they have personally faced which helped develop the argument scene because it was so real and raw and quite upsetting to watch. It’s something very relatable to the audience which also just amplified that whole episode overall.

I mentioned earlier my favourite character is Hunter. I admit I have a major crush on both the actor and the fictional character. Ok so I think Hunter was a great character, a very good boyfriend too, I mean look at the way he cared for Ginny, supported her, just that unfortunately she was more attracted to Marcus in the end but also that ugly oppression olympics fight just gave his character more depth to show that Hunter wasn’t as perfect as he seemed. I think girls watching the show deserved to see what a good guy looked like. He was smart, in a band, a very caring boyfriend, popular but not cocky. If you compare to let’s say the character if Peter Kavinsky, I think Hunter made a better boyfriend. DO i also think Kavinsky is a damn dream boat? Of course I do. but then again, I thought John Ambrose was a much better guy in the TATB series. Kavinsky was originally dating another girl before the whole fake couple thing started. Whereas going back to Hunter, he already admired Ginny from the first episode and stayed truly respectful until the end of the show. And that’s something girls should see and aspire to have.

Yes I loved the song I loved the fact that he sang it for her, I am such a hopeless romantic and I absolutely hate that poor Hunter/Mason has been getting a lot of backlash for the song/character. I’ve rewatched a lot of the Hunter/Ginny scenes multiple times just because. Hunter was a good guy. Period.

So looking forward, I think a lot of important topics were touched in this show, slightly different from let’s say 13 Reasons Why, and I hope that they can continue to delve into those stories such as racism,self harm, body image and so on which really hit home for me. Important discussion topics, important for kids to see like oh hey this character is kinda like me, and if they are facing these issues, how can they get through it?

Also I need answers to all my questions - Where did Ginny go? How does Georgia get away with everything? Will MANG get back together? Does Abby have a deeper story to tell? Do Marcus and Ginny end up together? AND WHAT ABOUT MY POOR BBY HUNTER??? Lots of unanswered questions, lots of stories to dig deeper into, and so many secrets. I loved the mother l-daughter relationship, the same way I loved Lorelai and Rory’s relationship too.

I obviously totally enjoyed the show, I’ve recommended it to many friends and I hope they enjoy it as much as I do, and get more people on my Hunter Chen bandwagon hahahaha! Let’s hope for a season 2!!

Another super long post, finally done. I can move on to watching other shows now (and still constantly wish I too had cool stuff like Sophomore sleepover)

Hate you, kidding! Love you, mean it!