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❝ ─That’s when I see him. Peter Kavinsky, walking down the hallway.

Like magic. Beautiful, dark-haired Peter.

He deserves background music, he looks so good.. ❞


─TO ALL THE BOYS I’VE LOVED BEFORE, Jenny Han

Ross Butler as Peter Kavinsky

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Kitty’s always saying how origin stories are important. At college, when people ask us how we met, how will we answer them? The short story is, we grew up together. But that’s more Josh’s and my story. High school sweet-hearts? That’s Peter and Gen’s story. So what’s ours, then?
I suppose I’ll say it all started with a love letter.

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Disney Fancast (4/?)

Wendy Darling ↣ Anna Lund

Peter Pan ↣ Simone Nobili

Merida ↣ Victoria Schons

Moana ↣ Auli’i Cravalho

Queen Elsa ↣ Milou Sluis

Prince Hans ↣ Guy Robinson

Alice Liddel ↣ Nastya Siten

Lilo ↣ Xyriel Manabat

Esmeralda ↣ Samantha Banks

Captain Phoebus ↣ Ryan Cooper

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─I want to say yes, but I don’t want to be with a boy whose heart belongs to somebody else. Just once, I want to be somebody else’s first choice.

─TO ALL THE BOYS I’VE LOVED BEFORE, @jennyhan

Ross Butler my asian leading-man as Peter Kavinsky

A Leia to Your Han

Peter Parker x Reader

I have wanted to write something for Peter dressed up as Han Solo for so long and after seeing this picture, I couldn’t put it off any longer. I might have more to add on to this later, but I was too excited after this post to not put this up now.

Summary: You’d wanted to earn that stupid smile of his the moment it had graced his face. That was how you’d found yourself sifting through racks looking for pieces you could use to make yourself a matching set; a Leia to go with his Han. Words: 1.3k. FLUFFY - LOOKING WORD HERDER.

Happy Belated Halloween.


Holding onto the trailing edge of the white dress, fabric bunched between sweaty, nervous fingers and hem flapping over the boots you’d managed to find at a thrift store, you carefully navigated the crowded jittery hallway full of excited, costumed voices; classroom windows covered in festive webs, spiders, pumpkins, and bats hanging from ceiling tiles.

“Happy Halloween!” you shouted across a few heads and shoulders, waving back at your friend from English as she smiled at you, giving you a thumbs up and a wink; your cheeks heating at the gesture.

She knew what, or who, had influenced your costume this year.

Yours eyes focused on the way the silky fabric caught in the light, shimmering as it moved over the tile around your feet, secret smile pulling at your lips as you thought about him, thought about the smile you knew this would put on his face.

You’d convinced him that you weren’t dressing up this year.

And truthfully, you hadn’t planned on it. Not until his eyes had lit up and that stupid smile had pushed up at freckled cheeks and long eyelashes when he’d talked about dressing up as his favorite hero this year.

He was contagious; convincing without words, without really meaning to be.

You’d wanted to earn that stupid smile of his the moment it had graced his face.

You wanted it always.

That was how you’d found yourself sifting through racks looking for pieces you could use to make yourself a matching set; a Leia to go with his Han. Your stomach flipped over itself again as you thought about it; the warmth that was Peter spreading through nervous limbs as it always did.

You’d nearly collided with a crude rendition of the Hulk, long face painted green, sloppy, black penciled brows rising as eyes caught on your hair, white teeth shining in contrast with the verdant color of his lips as he laughed.

You rolled your eyes at him as you passed, already pushing it aside as you found the lines of a familiar set of broad shoulders, of long, lean legs wrapped tightly in blue fabric, the backs of ears that maybe stuck out a little too much, and toffee colored waves that forever had your heart tossing in the sea of adoration.

He pulled off his thrifted costume well.

“Well, hello, Solo,” words catching on the tail end of a chuckle as you came to a stop in front of the locker nearest his, fingertips grazing over the fabric of the vest he’d carefully draped over his shoulders.

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