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[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[sebandmia]

john ambrose playing the piano while he was telling lara jean that she’s the reason why people call him by his first and middle name

[sunnydaisy1]

The Coffee Stain On Your Shirt

PETER KAVINSKY X READER 

A/N: This is so fluffy i think i need to puke. I should stop procrastinating by watching videos of Kavinsky saying woah woah woah and acc do my work. Anywayy hope you enjoy :)

You were standing by your locker, books and papers messily arranged as you grabbed the stuff you would need for 1st period. Down the hall, Peter Kavinsky was walking along beside his lacrosse team, laughing and joking about the party from the weekend. You and Peter had been partnered up for a English project at the start of the year and this caused you to form an unlikely friendship. You didn't hang out outside of school but you would consider Peter someone you could wave at in the halls or chat to briefly. This made the fattt (cross out) tiny crush you had on him a pain in the fricking ass. You weren't proper friends so in your mind you had no chance with Peter Kavinsky. Peter, on the other hand, thought you were one of the coolest and nicest people he had ever met and looked forward to seeing your face everyday. Of course you were completely oblivious to this fact because from your point of view Peter Grant Kavinsky was way out of your fricking league. Peter noticed you sorting through your locker, admiring the cute red skirt and white top you had picked out for that day. He grinned as he saw your furrowed eyebrows, concentrating on finding your chemistry textbook. Peter had zoned out from his teammates conversation, his focus trained on you. "Urm ill uh see you guys later." He said absent-mindedly, already making his way over to you. The lacrosse team looked at him confused, shaking their heads until they noticed where he was headed and their puzzled looks were replaced with knowing smirks before they walked round the corner. "Hey Y/L/N." You heard a voice say and looked up to see a mop of curly brown hair, recognising it instantly as Peter Kavinsky. "Oh hey Peter." You said back, wondering why he was leaning on the lockers next to yours. "Wanna walk to chemistry together?" Peter asked, his eyes watching your face with a wide smile. "Oh... yeah sure." You replied, confused why he wanted to walk with you when he had other friends in the class. Peter grinned, making your face heat up a little. "I just got to uh find this textbook and then we can go." You said slowly, huffing with frustration as you couldn't seem to locate it anywhere. Peter nodded, leaning on the worn locker next to yours, enjoying watching your annoyed face which he thought was adorable. He glanced into your locker and noticed a green corner poking out from the middle of the papers and books and he leaned in past you, pulling it out carefully. "There you go." Peter said, handing you the green textbook. "Ah, thanks Kavinsky." You frowned, trying to think how you could miss that. "No worries." He returned as you packed the book into your backpack. You looked up at him with a bright smile after closing your locker and Peter felt his stomach flip. "So how was your weekend?" Peter questioned as you started to walk slowly down the hall, brushing past yawning students. "Alright, my sister broke the couch though." You said, making Peter widen his eyes at you. "Wait what? How?" You chuckled and dodged a teacher carrying a pile of books, pressing yourself into Peter's side accidentally. "Uh sorry." You said before returning the slight distance between you. "Basically she was trying to train Milo (your dog) to army crawl and she was running along the couch and then she jumped off the arm and it cracked." Peter laughed beside you, making your heart flutter at his chuckles. You beamed, too distracted to notice the boy in front of you as you turned the corner. "Oof." You groaned as he collided into you and you felt your top start to spread with wetness. You looked down to see the boy had spilt coffee all over your white shirt, leaving a large brown stain. "Oh jeez dude I'm so sorry." The boy in front of you said. You shook your head, "uh its okay I'll go clean it up." The boy gave you a sorrowful look before walking away, leaving you beside Peter with coffee starting to soak your chest. "I'm gonna go clean myself up Peter, I'll see you in chem." You said, walking in the direction of the toilets. "Woah woah woah, no wait I'll help you." He blurted out, following after you in the corridor. You gratefully smiled at him and walked to the girls toilets, "Uh Kavinsky you might wanna wait outside." Peter smirked placing a hand on the door, "Nah I'll come in I've been in here before." You made a disgusted face at him, "Creep." Peter chuckled and followed you through into the thankfully deserted bathroom, "it's not like I spy on girls in here." You raised your eyebrows at him, "righhttt." Peter shoved you playfully and grinned, "piss off y/l/n." You cheekily smiled at him and walked into one of the toilets, grabbing some loo roll before walking back to the row of sinks Peter was standing beside. You turned the tap on and wet the paper slightly before trying to dab off the coffee stain, managing to draw out some of the brown smudge. You continued to furiously dab the splodge but it wouldnt budge, leaving you with a watery brown stain spread across your chest and stomach. "Great." You said sarcastically, pulling your shirt out slightly as you wiped at it. "Here." Peter said, reaching out to you with another wad of wet tissue, placing a hand on your lower back as he gently tried to sponge up the stain on your stomach. "Tryna cop a feel Kavinsky?" You teased, trying to disguise the rapid beating of your heart as he touched you softly. Peter blushed and you grinned, rubbing at the stain going over your boobs. "What? No no no." He said, releasing his hands from you. "I'm joking Pete." He seemed to relax a little when you said that, his lips tugging into a smile, "You're mean." You beamed and wet the tissue again, "You're the one who was tryna touch my boobs." Peter rolled his eyes, discarding the pile of mangled tissues in the bin, "You're impossible y/l/n." You chuckled and looked back in the mirror, sighing when you looked at the lighter brown stain still visible on the front of your shirt. "Urgh this isnt coming off. I'll have to go to lost property for a new shirt." You said grumpily, the clothes in lost property hadn't been washed in years and mainly consisted of pe shirts from 20 years ago. Lovely. Peter raised his eyebrows at you, obviously questioning your plan for a lost property outfit. You sighed and looked in the mirror again, there was no way you could continue wearing this shirt. "Yeah I know lost property is grim but what other choice do I have?" You said, washing your hands of coffee juice. "You could wear my hoodie." Peter suggested and you scoffed, "No you'll be cold." Peter shook his head at your refusal, his mind racing with thoughts of you in his hoodie and how cute you would look. "Nah I'll be alright, I'd rather you wear this than some smelly shirt y/l/n." Peter replied, already taking his hoodie off. You laugh and watch as he pulls the navy hoodie off his body, shirt lifting up as he did and revealing his toned abs and waist. You feel your face heat up and quickly look away from him. You look back to Peter again as he hands you the shirt, a knowing smirk on his stupidly gorgeous face. "Thanks." You say, feeling the soft fabric of the hoodie. "Urm I'm gonna need to take my shirt off." You announce, looking into Peter's chocolate eyes. At once he flushes and his eyes go a little wide, "Oh yeah uh right." He turns round to face the wall and you quickly peel your sticky shirt off, putting it on the edge of the sink before you pull Peter's hoodie over your bra. "All good." You say and he turns back around, an large grin instantly filling his face. Peter's stomach flips at the sight of you, his sleeves passing your fingers slightly. "Peter this is huge!" You laugh, putting your arms out to show him. He chuckles and shrugs, "You look cute." At once you blush and to hide your burning face you turn to the mirror to try and tuck the front in somehow. That's when you notice the large white lettering on the back. "Peter." You say, looking at him from the mirror. He hums in acknowledgement, looking up at you. "This has your surname on the back." Peter pretends to look round as if he didn't know and then gives you the biggest cheeky grin, "oh yeah." "Dude I cant wear this, people will think it's weird!" You said, worrying about the rumours that would spread round school. Peter picked up your shirt, folding it neatly, "well it's either my comfy hoodie or some sweaty shirt." You huffed and tugged on the sleeves slightly, "Ugh I'll wear this. Thanks Peter." You said and he smiled at you, leaning against the wall now. "Can I have my shirt now?" You asked, seeing that Peter had it tucked in his hand. "I have a plastic bag in my locker we can get it after 2nd period." He replied and you dropped your outstretched hand, chuckling, "so you're gonna carry my shirt round all morning?" Peter grinned and nodded, "yep." You roll your eyes playfully at him and reach for your backpack in the corner. When you sling it on your shoulders and look up, you see peter has his phone out and is taking photos of you. You frown and stick your bottom lip out slightly, reaching for his phone, "Stopppp." Peter chuckles and takes one more photo before tucking his phone back into his pocket. "Come on or we'll be late." He speaks up and the bell rings for class seconds later. You follow him out of the bathroom, walking quickly to chem. You both scoot into the class just in time, the teacher arriving mere seconds later. Sitting down in your seat, you glance to Lara Jean beside you. "What?" You ask, confused why she had her eyebrows raised at you and a smirk on her lips. "Whos hoodie is that y/n, you smell like man." She replies, leaning in to smell you again. "Peter Kavinsky's." You whisper back, taking out your notebook and pencil case. "Wait what?!" Lara Jean says loudly, making a few people turn to look at her. "Sshhh, i know i know," you say in reply to her shocked face, "some guy spilt coffee on my shirt this morning and Peter gave me his hoodie so I didn't have to wear a lost property shirt." Lara Jean looked at you sceptically, not convinced of Peter's motive to help you at all. She couldn't count the number of times Peter had come up to her or texted her asking if you were going to a party or the game or if you fancied anyone. "Sureeee." LJ replied, "I think he just fancies you." You scoffed and chuckled, "no he doesn't Lara Jean, he was just being kind." She gave you a look which said 'really?' before turning back to her work. A few seconds later when you thought you had finally escaped her teasing words she spoke up as she absent mindedly copied a table from the textbook, "yeah that's why he hasn't stopped looking at you since you came in together." At once, you whipped your head around to see Peter looking at you directly, his pen tucked behind his ear and chin resting on his hand. You noticed your white shirt neatly placed on the corner of his lab desk. He grinned at you which made you shake your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. Peter sighed as he watched you turn back, loving the way his surname looked across your back, wishing he could see you in his hoodies everyday. "That doesn't mean anything." You whispered, not believing Lara Jean's words at all. The rest of the day passed by ever so slowly and you were exhausted by the time you and Lara Jean reached her car. You were having movie night with her and Kitty this evening so she was driving you three home. "Gen's making evil eyes at me across the parking lot." You speak up, leaning on the side of LJ's car while you waited for Kitty. Lara Jean turned round to see Gen standing by the school entrance with some of her friends, watching you with a large scowl on her face. She burst out laughing, turning to her car and unlocking it when she noticed Kitty coming across the parking lot, "Yeah cos she's jealous that Kavinsky has the fattest crush on you." You rolled your eyes at her comment, "Peter doesn't like me Lara Jean." "Yes he does." You hear a voice say and turn back around to see Kitty beaming widely at you, "Nice hoodie you have there y/n, i really like the lettering on the back." You narrow your eyes at her and she grins wider, cheekily scooting inside the backseats before you could attack her. You sighed and walked round to the passenger side, buckling in and putting your bag on the floor by your feet. "Oh crap." You say as LJ pulls onto the main road, "I forgot to give him the hoodie back and he still has my shirt." Kitty bursts out laughing, making you whip round to her, scowling immensely. "Just text him saying you'll give it back to him tomorrow and i'm sure he'll do the same." LJ said, glancing at you with a smirk on her face in the front mirror. You nod and pull your phone out, scrolling down to Peter's contact and texting him, 'sorry kavinsky, is it okay if i give you back your hoodie tomorrow once ive washed it?' A few minutes later, you get a reply, 'yup, same for your shirt.' A second later another text comes through, 'see you tomorrow y/l/n' with a smiley face. You grinned to yourself and listen to the music playing out the car's radio. The following morning, you walk nervously to find Peter, his hoodie folded neatly in your hand after it got washed last night. You spot him standing with Greg by his locker, his hair messy from early morning practice. You smile fondly and walk over to the pair, smoothing out your striped pants. "Oh hey y/n!" Greg says, leaning alongisde Peter's locker. "Morning Greg, sorry I just came to give Peter his hoodie back." Peter turns to you, a wide smile on his face. "Thanks for letting me borrow it yesterday Kavinsky." You say, handing him the soft hoodie back somewhat reluctantly. "No worries, here's your shirt back, my mum managed to get the coffee stain out." You grin at him and your face heats up slightly from Peter's warm gaze. "Oh thanks!" You reply, taking your now clean shirt back. "You know I think you look better in my hoodies." Peter says, tucking his hoodie into his locker and cheekily grinning at you, referencing to the white sweater you are wearing. "Shove off Kavinsky, you're lucky your cute." You retort back, heart hammering and completely oblivious to Greg's amused face watching the both of you gaze longingly at each other. You spot Lara Jean and Chris in the hall ahead so turn to walk away, smiling at Peter and Greg, "See you later Kavinsky." Peter gives you a nod and a cheeky smirk, watching as you walk away. "Dude you're so whipped." Greg states, looking at Peter's love filled face. "Yeh i know." Peter replies, leaning back against his locker, his eyes trained on you.

[janployshompoos]

[noahscents]

Professional - Noah Centineo Imagine

anonymous asked: That last imagine was soo good!! Gow about one where Noah and yn are co stars abd they both fancy eachother but yn refused to date a co worker and Noahs been like come on one date please! But she refused. So they doing press tour abd one the last day after last interview Noahs like were not coworkers anymore and asks her out😊

a/n: you want it, you got it ;)

here’s my masterlist!

update: it turned into smut lmao and I didn’t exactly follow the plot fskosfdkfsd

Word Count: 1.5k

this is probs gonna flop b/c I’ve been hella inactive but this has been sitting in my drafts for wAy too long oops

“Amelia, I love you more than life itself,” Noah says.

“We can’t...” You say, turning away. “You know our families will never allow it. This rivalry is older than our great-grandparents’ parents.”

Noah grabs your waist and pulls you closer.

“I don’t give a damn about what our families think. We’ll make them understand, “ He says, tilting your chin upwards, “and start our own...”

He leans in to kiss you passionately and just like that, the world melts away and a beautiful string orchestra fades in as the screen fades to black and the credits roll.

“Wow...” You say, wiping a tear from your eye.

“I know,” Noah says, exhaling.

You two were finally able to see the movie you made in its entirety and tomorrow, you and Noah started your 4-day press tour for ‘Tale As Old As Time’.

“You ready to do this thing?” Noah says, nudging your arm.

“Yeah. I don’t know if you’re ready though.” You say, standing up and putting on your jacket.

He scoffs, “You don’t know if I’M ready?” He crosses his arms.

“Yup.” You giggle, walking past him to leave his hotel room when suddenly, a pair of hands firmly grasp your hips, and you’re pulled into his lap.

You met Noah about a year ago during a chemistry read for a romantic movie. You were up against so many other big names in Hollywood for this role, (Florence Pugh, Zendaya, Ryan Destiny, and Hailee Steinfeld to name a few) but Noah had the best chemistry with you...

not just onscreen.

“I don’t think you’re ready.” He says, inches away from your face.

Your heart speeds up as you feel your cheeks get hot. Noah was attractive both inside and out, there’s no doubt about that. Over the course of filming with him you two definitely felt a spark, but mutually decided it wasn’t professional. But lately, Noah seems to be forgetting what you agreed upon.

You deeply inhale, “Noah...” You say with a bittersweet expression forming across your face.

“I thought our agreement only lasted until filming was done.” He says, rubbing circles in the small of your back.

You bite your lip and toss your head back slightly.

“Does it feel good?” He says, pressing you against him.

“Noah,” You say coming back to yourself, removing his hand. “We still have press and-”

“You know the fans have been shipping us since filming started.” He says, looking up at you. “Why don’t we give them what they want?”

You chuckle to yourself as you pry yourself off of him and straighten out your jacket.

“I’ll see you in the morning, Centineo.”

“You don’t wanna sleepover?” He says in the distance as you walk out, “Even just to cuddl-”

Click.

10:30am.

“Said play wit my pussy, but don’t play with my emotions...” You say along with Doja Cat’s ‘Rules’ as you apply finishing touches to your makeup, “If you spend some money, then maybe I just might fuck ya!”

You sway your hips side to side and as you spray Mario Badescu Rose Water on your face. 

“Wanna shake that ass, imma do that shit in slow motion!”

Your phone pings with a notification from the Postmates app.

Your Postmate, Laura, has arrived. Please come collect your order.

Knock, knock.

You run to the door, not skipping a lyric.

“You got a whole lotta cash and-” You pause, in shock.

“Didn’t know you listened to Doja Cat.” Noah says, holding your french toast and scooching past you to come inside.

You watch him enter in disbelief.

“I can’t believe you scared Laura away.” You say, crossing your arms.

“A whole mini-can of whipped cream?” He says, placing your food on the desk. “Kinky, it’s like you knew I was coming.”

“Surely you didn’t come here just to make fun of my breakfast.” You say, letting out a large exhale through your nose as your cheeks get hot.

“No, I just wanted to see if you wanted to walk down together for the press thing.” He says, walking towards you.

You turn away and head back to the bathroom.

“You’re a whole 90 minutes early.” You say before you feel a pair of hands around your waist, and lips on your neck.

You immediately roll your head back in pleasure and your nipples harden. Noah takes notice of this and cups one of your breasts, rolling your nipple between his index finger and thumb.

“Mmmmmm...” You moan as you press your thighs together in attempt to stop the flood.

“No bra? Such a tease.” He says before nibbling on your neck just a bit.

Fuck this rule.

You turn around to face him and press your lips into his. He wraps his arms around you as he sucks on your bottom lip, stumbling backward with you through the narrow pathway of the bathroom to the hotel bed.

“Anyone who willingly wears a bra is a masochist.” You say, smirking as you straddle him.

He grabs the bottle of whipped cream as you straddle him and pulls the straps of your dress down, exposing your breasts. He sprays a dollop on your nipple before latching on.

You purr with approval and begin to grind into his lap, feeling him grow underneath you.

“Someone’s excited.” You say, smirking as he looks up at you.

“Are you kidding me?” He says, meeting your lips for deep, passionate kiss. “Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to do this?”

He flips you over in one swift motion, and slides the rest of your dress down your hips. He pauses to take off his shirt and you sit up to unzip his slacks.

“This long?” You say, rubbing him through his briefs before sliding them down. His thick member flings out immediately, no longer restricted by the Calvin Klein fabric.

You place him into your mouth and swirl your tongue around the head.

He lets out a deep moan as he fisted the back of your hair.

You began bobbing up and down until he backed out of you and bent down to meet your eye level.

“I wanna make you feel good too.” He said, gently pushing you onto the bed before pulling down your thong.

He spreads your legs and begins kissing your thighs, moving closer and closer to your wet heat. Your breath hitches in anticipation.

Finally he places his tongue on your clit, sending a wave of pulse through you system. He begins sucking on it very slowly, and uses his ring and index finger to penetrate you.

“Fuck...” You say, gripping the sheets.

Suddenly, the sensation goes away but is soon met with the thickness of his cock.

You gasp and reach for him, pulling Noah into your chest as he slowly pumps in and out of you giving you time to adjust.

“Fuck, babygirl.” He says in your ear. “Does that feel good?” He begins kissing your neck, “How does my cock make you feel?”

“So good.” You say, scratching his back with your nails as he picks up his speed.

He sucks on your left nipple before rolling the other inbetween his fingers. The combination sends you into euphoria.

He sits up and picks up the rhythm, placing your leg over his shoulder and a pillow under your ass. He begins to rub circles onto your clit.

“Don’t cum until I say so.” He says as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“Y-yes, sir.” You say, barely holding on.

He thrusts get faster, but less rhythmic as your walls clenched around him.

“Who’s pussy is this?” He says, rubbing your clit faster.

“Yours.” You say breathlessly, vision blurred in euphoria.

“I can’t hear you. I said, who’s pussy is this?”

“YOURS, Noah.” You say, almost in a whine. You’re on the edge.

“T-that’s what I like to hear.” He says, nearing his edge. “Cum for me, babygirl.”

You instantly let your orgasm go, squeezing your eyes shut as your whole body convulses.

Your orgasm sends Noah over the edge as he collapses on top of you, giving a few final pumps before stopping completely.

Why is his chest wet?

You open your eyes and see that your chest is wet as well... along with the edge of the bed and the floor.

Oh my God... did I squirt?

“Oh my God, did I squirt?” You say, laughing lightly due to exhaustion.

“Yeah, you did.” He says, beaming at you. “It was so fucking hot.”

“I’ve never done with before!” You say, half in amazement and half in disbelief.

“Well, I have been known to do that to people.” He says, folding his arms to his chest.

“Shut up!” You say pushing him away with your foot.

You get up to shower again, but Noah grabs your hand and pulls you toward him.

“So, what is this? We broke the rule.” He says, avoiding eye contact.

“Professional in the streets...” You say.

“Cuddle in the sheets?” He says.

“Precisely.” You say, leaning in to kiss him.

“Deal. But only if I get to take you out on an official date after we finish press.” He says, pulling backwards.

Your cheeks get hot.

“Deal. Now c’mere.”

A/N: hOLY shit srry if this is bad I haven’t written anything in like a ~year~

[besavedbyaperfectkiss]

“I put my hand to his chest, over his heart. I can feel it beating. I let my hand fall away. His heart is mine, just mine. I believe it now. Mine to protect and care for, mine to break.

So much of love is chance. There’s something scary and wonderful about that. If Kitty had never sent those letters, if I hadn’t gone to the hot tub that night, it might’ve been him and Gen. But she did send those letters, and I did go out there. It could have happened lots of ways, but this is the way it happened. This is the path we took. This is our story.

I know now that I don’t want to love or be loved in half measures. I want it all, and to have it all, you have to risk it all.”

-Jenny Han, To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before: P.S. I Still Love You

[quadrantslando]

Peter and Lara Jean in the new To All The Boys: P.S. I Still Love You trailer

[incrediblybent]

The most unrealistic part of PS I Still Love You is that Lara Jean drafted letters by hand. Girl it is 2020, you know damn well that you drafting letters in your Notes app before you physically write them down. Un fucking believable