A/N: ''Girls Like You'' like immediately came to my mind when I read this because singing at the top of your lungs with Peter Kavinsky to this song? Yes please. I hope you enjoy ♥ | i do not own this gif, credit goes to the owner
Request: Hi! I would love a domestic peter k imagine if you can :)
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Hi! I would love a domestic peter k imagine if you can :)
Pairing: Peter Kavinsky x Reader
Warning(s): Fluff, Swearing
Word Count: 565
A/N: ''Girls Like You'' like immediately came to my mind when I read this because singing at the top of your lungs with Peter Kavinsky to this song? Yes please. I hope you enjoy ♥ | i do not own this gif, credit goes to the owner
It was the weekend and you were spending the day at Peter's house. His mother made lunch and was planning to make dinner, but Peter stepped in and insisted that you and him make dinner.
''Um, yeah, I'm not a very good cook,'' you admitted shyly. ''the only thing I know how to cook is popcorn.''
''Good thing your boyfriend is an amazing cook,'' peter teased cheekily. ''what do you think we should make for dinner babe?''
''I don't know,'' you answered with a light shrug. ''spaghetti maybe?''
''Spaghetti it is!'' peter declared confidently. ''Now, all we need to do is get the ingredients, and then we'll get started, alright?''
—
You sighed in weariness as you stood there watching the pot full of water boil the noodles. Cooking took a lot of time. It wasn't that you were impatient, it was just that you were extremely bored. You glance over at Peter whosupposed to be making the sauce, but at the moment, he wasn't even in the kitchen.
Before you called out his name, the sound of an immensely familiar song started to travel into the kitchen. And along with the song, came the voice of your boyfriend, singing along. After a few more seconds of listening, you finally recognized the song, it was ''Girls Like You'' by Maroon 5!
Peter soon came dancing into the kitchen, singing along with the song. Peter danced his way up to you and swiped the black nylon pasta fork out of your hand and began to dramatically sing into it.
''Girls like you, love fun, yeah me too, what I want when I come through, I need a girl like you, yeah yeah.''
You laughed in amusement as he continued to dance like a complete dork to the beat of the song. It was adorable. As he continued to sing, he put his hand out, implying you take it. You smile and take his hand. He spins you around and hugs you from behind. He squeezes you tight and leans in real close to your ear and begins to softly sing in your ear as he sways you side to side.
''Maybe it's six forty-five. Maybe I'm barely alive. Maybe you've taken my shit for the last time, yeah.''
You closed to your eyes and just let the moment be. Whenever he held you in his arms, you knew everything was going to be okay. As he finished his last line, you burst out of his arms, stole his utensil and began to rap along with Cardi B's part in the song. Peter exploded with laughter as you flawlessly sang along with her part.
After her rap, you and Peter began to sing at the top of your lungs with each other. ''CAUSE GIRLS LIKE YOU RUN AROUND WITH GUYS LIKE ME—''
Peter couldn't hold it in any longer and just broke down laughing, seconds after, so did you. You and Peter began to laugh uncontrollably as the song played out. These were the moments that made you love life. Peter was the love of your life, and you were his.
As the song ended, Peter engulfed you into a bear hug and rocked you back and forth. The smell of something burning soon ran up your nose. Your eyes enlarged and you pushed apart from Peter and whipped around.
