Multi-Fandom Imagines

Peter Kavinsky x Reader

Summary: You go to a New Year's Eve party with your boyfriend.

Warnings: Just mentions of alcohol and drinking.

Author's Note: Happy New Year's Everyone. This year has been hard for me but the amount of love this book has gotten has been positive so thank you all so much. 

I put the finishing touches on my makeup and nervously looked myself over in the mirror. My boyfriend Peter had asked me to come with him to a New Year's Eve party and I hadn't wanted to go but I had wanted to kiss him at midnight so I said yes. 

I hear the doorbell ring and my mother answers the door to let him. I grab my purse from the bed and leave my room before walking downstairs. 

As I'm walking down the stairs I see him talking to my mom. Upon my coming into view his conversation with my mom dies down and he turns his full attention to me. He meets me at the bottom of the stairs and he says with a smile on his face, "You look beautiful." 

I blush at his compliment as I grab my coat. I say goodbye to my mom before walking out the door. 

The drive to the party is filled with us talking back and forth and singing along to whatever song comes on the radio. 

When we arrive at the party the street is already lined with cars and I feel a little nervous at how many people are already there. Peter takes my hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze and smile before climbing out of the car. 

As we get closer to the house I can hear the music coming from inside. As soon as Peter opens the door my senses are assaulted with the smell of alcohol and sweat of dancing people. My ears are assaulted by the music now full blast without the protection from the door and I'm practically blinded by the flashing lights. 

I make sure to stay close to Peter as we make our way through the house and I can feel all the bodies pressing in on me making me feel claustrophobic. After what feels like a lifetime we make our way through the crowd and Peter leads me over to a couch towards the back of the room and I give him a grateful smile. 

I hear Peter shout to be heard over the music, "I'm going to get us something to drink okay?" 

I nod and watch as he disappears into the sea of people. I look around and watch all the people dancing and the few couples making out in the dark corners by the wall where they think no one will spot them. 

After about five minutes Peter comes back with a red plastic cup in his hands and passes it to me. I take it and inhale the familiar smell of y/f/d before bringing it to my lips and taking a sip. 

As the hours tick by Peter talks to his friends and I'm grateful that a few of my friends have shown up giving me at least a few people to talk to. 

I'm talking to y/f/n when the song changes to a slower one and I hear Peter say something to y/f/n before coming over to me and holding his hand out to me as he asks, "May I have this dance?" 

I nod and take his hand as he leads me to the middle of the dance floor. I rest my head on his chest with my arms around his neck as his hands rest on my waist and we sway back and forth to the music. 

It's only two minutes until midnight and Peter and I are standing with everyone as we gather around the TV to watch the ball drop at midnight. My back is pressed against Peter's chest as it switches from two minutes to one. 

Peter has his arms around my waist with his chin resting against my shoulder. I feel my heart start to race as the countdown continues. Forty-five seconds. 

I feel Peter turn me around and he runs his thumb over my cheek as he looks into my y/e/c and I look into his brown eyes. Thirty seconds. 

He pulls me closer to him so we're chest to chest and there's practically no space between the two of us and I feel breathless. Twenty seconds. 

Peter has a small smile across his face as he gives my hips a gentle squeeze. Ten seconds. 

I can hear everyone counting down but it feels muffled as if I have cotton in my ears. Time seems to slow down and it's just Peter and I in our own little world. Zero. 

Peter leans down and presses a kiss to my lips. I instantly melt into it my lips molding to his and tasting the familiar taste of his Chapstick. He pulls away just far enough to mumble out, "Happy New Year's." 

Before he leans in a kisses me softly once more. Best way to start the new year I think to myself.