“once upon a time, the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned…”

“…you and I ended up in the same room at the same time.” (mastermind, taylor swift)

Oliver/Felicity + touching each other’s cheeks

adriana sahar ; nyfw18

the juxtaposition..,,..,is really astounding

Oliver + that soft head tilt meant for Felicity

oliver + reassuring himself that felicity is safe (only this time he can’t touch her)

I just have a lot of love for this gif.

Remember that time Oliver thought he was losing is mojo because he was there, all sweaty and hot and with all those abs, almost naked, and Felicity was distracted and not looking at him?

Arrow 2x13, Heir to the Demon

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Thunderstorms

Pairing: Covinsky

Word Count: 1,307

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: Lara Jean is convinced Peter Kavinsky isn’t afraid of anything. Especially thunderstorms.

A/N: Hello!!! I’m Mel and this is my first covinsky drabble I’ve ever written! I do like it sort of, so I hope you do too! Also, I will be posting all of my drabbles onto my ao3 work, The Stories of You and I. I hope you like it! (ALSO!!! Feel free to send in prompt requests! There’s a 99% chance I will write them ;) )

Lara Jean was always under the impression that the great Peter Kavinsky wasn’t scared of anything. He was a lacrosse player for crying out loud! And besides, Peter was always the one teasing Lara Jean about her dumb fear of horror movies ever since they started dating. She was convinced that if he could sit through a movie like The Conjuring, and not be scared of being possessed, he was fearless.

It’s not like Lara Jean wanted Peter to be scared….But she wanted exactly that. Peter would always comfort her when they watched scary movies together. He would hold her tightly in his arms and kiss her black silky hair until Lara Jean felt a tad bit more secure. And Lara Jean would never admit this, never ever in a million years, but she loved that she could rely on him to make her feel that way. So, in a way, Lara Jean just wanted to be able to provide that same sense of comfort to her boyfriend.

It was Saturday night, and Lara Jean just put on her favorite nightgown. It was a light peach color with chiffon frills at the bottom and a bow tied neatly at her chest. Margot got it for her in Scotland, and needless to say, Lara Jean simply adored it. Her dark hair was tied up neatly in a ponytail with her favorite scrunchie. No, it wasn’t the same favorite scrunchie that she bestowed upon Peter at her first high school party, Gen still had that. But, it was a new one, gifted from Peter. Lara Jean loved it more than her old one due to the fact that Peter Kavinsky spent a solid hour in Claire’s trying to pick it out for her.

It had been thunder storming all night and it didn’t seem like it was about to let up any time soon. Rain danced against the rooftop of Lara Jean’s house in a pattern while thunder tremendously crashed. It was relaxing, she always had loved the rain. It had been a friend when her mother had passed away as it had comforted her during many sleepless nights. Margot and Kitty were already in bed sleeping, they had a day out together, just the two of them. Lara Jean would have gone, but she was working on the scrapbook she was making for Peter. Her father was spending another long night working at the hospital.

Yawning, Lara Jean pulled back the cover to her neatly made mattress. That’s when she would have gotten in to go to sleep, but then she heard a tapping at her window. She ignored it at first, it was probably a tree branch scraping against it due to the rain. But then, minutes went by, and the tapping turned into a fierce banging. Lara Jean Song Covey was convinced that she would die at that moment. There were only two logical explanations as to why someone was banging on her window late at night. One, it was either a masked murderer. Or two, it was a ghost.

Okay, maybe she had been spending too much time watching horror films with Peter.

Out of fear and curiosity, Lara Jean tiptoed cautiously over to her window sill. Bracing herself, she opened the latch to the window and propped it open. But to her surprise, it wasn’t a murderer or a ghost, it was none other than her boyfriend, Peter Kavinsky.

“Peter? What are you doing here?” Lara Jean whispered and helped him into her room. Peter knew that he wasn’t allowed to come over late at night when Lara Jean’s father was working.

“Oh, um, I came to see you.” Peter spat out and slipped off his shoes. Then, he took off his soaking wet sweatshirt and plopped down on his girlfriend’s bed.

“You know you aren’t allowed to be here right now.” She said sternly. She dug through her dresser drawers to find a sweatshirt big enough to fit him. He was very damp.

“Well, I wanted to see you.” Peter shrugged. He was lying and Lara Jean could tell from a mile away.

Tossing him a navy blue sweatshirt, Lara Jean sighed, “Something’s bothering you, Peter.”

Peter gladly took the sweatshirt and put it on. He then lied pat the spot of the bed that was directly next to him. Lara Jean obeyed and sat next to him. They stared at each other for a few seconds before more thunder crackled. As soon as it occurred, Peter jumped up. Lara Jean could have sworn she saw him cower.

No way. No freaking way! Peter Kavinsky, the star of the lacrosse team, was afraid of a thunderstorm? A sly smile crept on her lips and before she knew it, she said, “Well, well well. Peter Kavinsky is afraid of a little thunder!”

“No, I’m not.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes. Then lightning flashed from outside and he was practically in Lara Jean’s arms.

“You’re such a baby,” She teased him affectionately.

He said nothing as he reached for Lara Jean’s scrunchie and pulled it out. Lara Jean furrowed her brows, “Why’d you do that?” “Because you can’t fall asleep if your hair is tied up.” Peter yawned.

What? Fall asleep? Why would she go to sleep if Peter was over? Wait a minute….

“Peter Kavinsky, you are not spending the night in my room.” Lara Jean sternly said. Her dad would actually have a stroke. Literally.

Peter’s eyes lit up with utter horror as soon as the words left her lips. “Please, Covey?”

She bit her lip hesitantly. She wanted him to sleep over, she really did. But what if Margot saw? Or even worse, Kitty? That’s when Lara Jean formed a brilliant idea in her head. “Fine, you can stay, but you have to say one thing.”

“Okay, fine, you’re the cutest girl in the entire world,” Peter said.

Her heart fluttered at his kind words, but that wasn’t what she was looking for. Nope. “Thank you, Kavinsky. But what I’m looking for is direct confirmation that you’re scared of thunderstorms.”

Peter’s lips formed a straight line, and then he sighed, “Fine. I’m terrified of thunderstorms. Can we spoon now?”

“One more thing,” Lara jean started.

Peter sighed in defiance, “What?”

“Where’s your car? I don’t want anyone to know you’re here.”

“I walked.” Peter shrugged.

Walked? In the middle of a storm this bad? Was her boyfriend actually crazy? Probably. But it was okay because Lara Jean loved him.

“Why would you do that?” Lara Jean asked him as she crawled into her bed. Peter followed.

“So that way you’d say yes.” He laughed and put his arm over her side.

Oh, Peter with the beautiful eyes.

“Go to sleep, I’ll drive you home in the morning before my dad gets back.” Lara Jean yawned once more.

“Wow, Covey. If there’s anything I’m scared of more than thunderstorms, it’s definitely your driving.” He joked. Lara Jean rolled her chocolate colored eyes and kicked him playfully.

She loved him so much at that moment that it hurt. Lara Jean was sure that Peter felt the same way as he held her tightly against his chest. In a spur of confidence, she rolled over so that she could face him. Peter’s eyes peered openly at the movement. “I love you, Peter Kavinsky.” She breathed into his chest, she loved the way he smelled.

Peter pressed his lips to the top of her head, “I love you too, Covey.”

Peter Kavinsky may have been afraid of thunderstorms, but Lara Jean was sure that he felt safe holding her that night. Just like how he had provided that safety for her.  And with that thought in Lara Jean’s head, she fell asleep with her boyfriend spooning her, and a smile plastered upon her face.

peter kavinsky:

me, having read the second and third books:

covinsky + hands

i’m dying because when lara jean kisses peter the first time and they’re laying on the ground peter is about to put his arms around her and is probably ready to keep kissing her but then she moves away and he moves his hands back again. just to make it clear, this is peter ‘never gonna happen’ kavinsky i’m talking about 

#me when men talk

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