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[loomiseater]

MISC. CHARACTERS MASTERLIST

Christian Grey

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Tyler Owens

-ONE SHOTS-

RIDE IT LIKE A COW GIRL

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Peter Kavinsky

-ONE SHOTS-

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Joe Goldberg

-ONE SHOTS-

WATCHING

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Colter Shaw

-ONE SHOTS-

MORNING TIME

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Russell Shaw

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Nate Jacobs

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Franklin Saint

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MILES MORALES

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[chloehopexoxo]

My beginning my middle my end. ❤

[directionxmalik]

"Toda mi vida he querido el tipo de amor que ves en las películas, con la radio casetera sobre la cabeza, la mano en el bolsillo trasero, ese tipo de amor, el chico conoce a la chica, se separan, se reconcilian y viven felices para siempre, pero en la vida real ahí no es donde termina la historia, es donde comienza..."

[haileygarciasunshine]

Holidays

Pairing: Peter Kavinsky x Reader

Word Count: 1,347

Warning: None

Peter Kavinsky Masterlist

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

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

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

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

“Good morning, sunshine.”

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

“It smells good, mom.”

“Thanks, honey!”

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

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

Peter: Are you awake? 5:30am

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

Ding

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

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

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

“Hi.” His husky voice barley whispered.

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

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

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

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

Your mom startled both you and Peter awake. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, is it true?” 

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

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

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

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

“Peter?” You questioned softly.

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

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

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

“Uh....Thank you, Peter.” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Peter?” “Peter!”

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

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

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

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

“So, Peter?” Y/C/N questioned.

Peter hummed in response. 

“Are you and Y/N together?”

You and Peter subtly looked at each other. 

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

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

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

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

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

Frowning you couldn’t think of a good answer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[toalltheboysiveloved]

Treehouse

[naiad-princess]

People: Lara Jean should've been with John Ambrose McClaren instead of Peter.

Me, and my friend who read the books: You don't know him like we do!

[rosabelleandthelabyrinth]

On the sequel of To All The Boys I've Loved Before and on insecurities in relationships: When I first read the book I always found Lara Jean a tad bit annoying for always looking behind her shoulder, checking if Peter's done this with Gen or that. Not that Peter Kavinsky was a perfect saint, he had his faults too. It never feels good watching someone become insecure. And it certainly doesn't get any better when you catch yourself feeling the same way. It's frustrating. Throughout my 22 years of existence I've been infatuated with a handful of people. But each of them I loved as if they were the first and the only. I guess the fact that they were only infatuations played a big role as to why I loved them that way. But I kept thinking, what if I've come to love a person who loved another before me? Like really loved. Not just infatuations. Would I always be thinking "What if he did this with her?" "What are the things she knows about him that I don't?" "If he loved her then and they broke up, what makes you think that you two won't break up?" It bothered me a lot. It felt like there would always be a standard that I had to live up to. But you could only be the first love at a very young age. At this point in my life I may as well be the 5th or the 7th love of someone else. But in my heart they would always feel like the first. It seemed unfair to me. Part of why I felt this way, was because I really did believe that when you have history with someone, it never truly goes away. They'll always have a hold over your heart. Lara Jean said her grandmother taught her this korean word: jung. It's the connection between two people that can't be severed. Even when love turns to hate, you will always have tenderness in your heart for them. She says that she and Gen have jung. Part of them will always be tied to one another. She says, and I quote, "If I want to move forward, I have to stop blaming Peter for having it with her too." And that's when it hits me. We all have our own jungs with different people in our lives and I think that's beautiful. But we can't hold it against anyone for having jung with other people who aren't us. If that makes sense 😂 Point is, if I want to move forward, I have to stop being afraid of other people's jung. I have to stop hating on other people for not loving me the way they loved their past significant other. I have to stop being afraid that the jung they have for each other could break whatever we have now. I have to stop thinking about some past significant other altogether. We can never blame other people for their pasts as much as they can't blame us for ours. First, second, twenty fourth, or last, they're all just numbers. If you have each other's hearts now it's yours to have, to hold, and to break. And you know, if things do end badly, we'll always have jung 😂. P.S. Message me if you have any thoughts about the topic above as well as the newly released sequel: PS I still love you.