#noah centineo drabble

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“Get out!”

“Please let me explain.”

“Out!”  

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No Apologies.

~A Noah Centineo Imagine~

Work had been overwhelmingly stressful all week. As a freelance photographer, there were certain times when this would happen. You had a wedding, a christening, a family shoot and a dog shoot all to edit and go through before next week so it felt as though you hadn't left your screen all week. Which, really, you hadn't. Though your own fatigue or stress was nothing on the fact that it meant you'd not seen or barely spoken to Noah all week. The two of you had the type of relationship that meant you were always engaging in an endless string of texts, calls and dates. But this week had made all of that fall flat. Noah had still texted you every day and even tried to ring sometimes but you never had the time to respond with anything more than a few words. And it was horrible. Today, it was meant to be your weekly date and it was your turn to plan something. You felt so awful for how much you had ignored him for the past seven days that you wanted it to be special.

Luckily, last night was spent preparing it all so you could leave early this morning - hopefully with an attempt at making ammends for this past week.

~~~

Noah's place was not far from yours and you had got your own key from him since you were over there all the time usually.

"Babe?" You start as you walk in but the apartment is still dark.

His bedroom door is ajar slightly so you start there, dropping your supplies on the kitchen table.

Your boyfriend's bedroom was still shadowed in a curtain-protected darkness and you could see his form still snuggled into the comfort of his sheets.

"Come on, up and at 'em soldier," You laugh, tugging open the fabric curtains and turning to face him.

"Go away," He grumbles, keeping his eyes closed as he rolls onto his back.

"Are you annoyed at me?" You stick out your bottom lip in a hope of projecting some innocence.

"Well, you know," He shrugs, "It's not great to be ignored by your girlfriend for a whole week. I was starting to think you were cheating on me,"

With that, you jump onto the bed, hovering over him by holding yourself up on your arms.

He tucks his hand underneath his head and peeks through slightly open eyes at you.

"I'm definitely not cheating on you," You confirm, "And I wasn't ignoring you. I've just been ridiculously busy and I had no time,"

"Oh you had no time for your favourite person?" He rolls his eyes, acting like a teenager.

"I have time now alright Mr," You poke him in the stomach, "So we're going for our date day,"

Noah closes his eyes once more, "No can do, I'm too busy today,"

"Too busy for what I'd call my best date plan so far?" You raise your brows and soon his eyes ease open.

"You're not forgiven just yet," He pouts and you press a kiss to his lips to silence any more complaining that would come from them.

Noah's hands find your waist and he tugs you closer to him, kissing you with all the passion that he had missed.

"Certainly very touchy for someone who's annoyed at me," You chuckle as his hands go behind you and slightly south of your waist.

"I've missed you," He mumbles against your lips, completely forgetting his act of being angry, "Really, really missed you,"

"We can continue this later, babe," You smile, pushing yourself away from him with all your strength, "But, now, it's time for our date,"

Eventually, Noah is out of bed and getting ready. Whilst he is in the shower, you start the beginning of your date.

Leaving a note and his first clue on the table, you grab the rest of your things and exit the apartment quickly.

~~~Noah's POV~~~

When I was ready, I came back out into the kitchen of the apartment but was not met with (y/n) as I thought I would be.

"Babe?" I call, picking up the piece of paper on my kitchen counter.

'It all starts here gorgeous! Take this napkin to the place that it reminds you of most where you get one step closer to the main part of today xoxo'

I couldn't help but laugh, she must've been up all night planning this. It warmed my heart to know it was all for a date for us two. There was nothing more than that, she was going through all of this effort to just make sure that we'd have a good date. She really must've felt guilty.

I took the note and the napkin and knew exactly where the next step would be. The coffee shop where I'd first given her my number. It was back when she used to work there and I'd been building up the courage to give it to her for weeks based only on our short conversations whilst she made my order. I will never forget the way she spoke with such ambition about her future, such passion for her dreams and such compassion for the world and the people in it. It was like she was saying everything perfectly. And that's when I knew.

"Order for Noah?" The barrista calls from behind the counter, setting down a paper bag on the surface before turning to the next customer.

I frown and pick up the bag, finding a chocolate brownie inside. The smile fell back onto my lips instantly and I took the note out to read what idea she would have next.

'Looks like your memory is better than you say it is, congrats! Next, think about where you FINALLY decided to kiss me. One step closer my love xx'

Again, it was an instant response. The park about a street away from here. We'd been on a couple of dates by that point and they'd all gone really well but I felt so ridiculously nervous about it all. It wasn't like another girl when I was willing to just 'see how it went'. I knew more than anything that she was the one. And I was terrified of screwing it up by being too forward. Luckily, that didn't last too long.

~~~Flashback~~~

"There's just no way!" She exclaims, her moving hand gestures accentuating her annoyance, "How can you even say that Batman would win against Spiderman?"

I couldn't help but laugh, hands stuffed into the pockets of my jeans, "I just think Batman's cooler,"

"Yeah but Spiderman would still win," She shakes her head, "Batman has no real power, he's just rich!"

I roll my eyes but want her to carry on. I admired how passionate she could get about any topic- even superheroes.

"And realistically, Spiderman could just-"

I have a sudden urge to stop her from saying anything more so I spin her round and press my lips to hers. At first, it's light because I was fearful of her response. But then she's kissing back. And my hands are holding her waist and hers are resting on my shoulders. It's like something out of a film.

"Spiderman would still win," She mumbles against my lips and both of our mouths curl into the biggest smiles.

~~~Present Day~~~

'Congratulations babe! And my point still remains, Spiderman is better and always will be. Okay, you're probably missing me too much now so your final task is to get to the place you told me you loved me for the first time. See you soon handsome ;)'

And how could I ever forget? The roof of the hotel. I'd taken (y/n) to an event there and it was the most boring thing I've ever been to. I felt so guilty about it because I'd just wasted one of our dates. She took me up to the roof and we watched the view of the city for ages, and I told her I loved her. I'd known it for months before that but I was always so fearful of admitting it. It felt like a vulnerability I wasn't willing to have again. But I knew she'd be the last person I'd say it to.

"(Y/N)?" I frown as I walk through the ajar door onto the rooftop.

There are fairy lights scattered around the edge of the wall and a section of the concrete was covered by blankets, duvets and cushions. There was a wicker basket partially open with two plates set out beside it and two glasses.

"Is this enough for you to forgive me?" Her voice is quiet and perhaps relieved.

I spin around and she's stood behind me holding out two books.

My face turns from surprise to joy as I wrap her in the biggest bear hug possible.

"I brought your favourite and my favourite," She explains and finds my hand to lead me over to her set up.

"This is-" I begin but can't find an adjective good enough to describe it.

"An apology," She sighs, turning to face me once more and taking both of my hands in her littler ones, "I'm sorry I haven't made any time for you this week and I've been so blunt whenever I did reply to you. Works just been really stressful and I'm definitely glad it's all done now,"

"No apology needed, darling," I mutter, leaning down and pressing a soft, longing kiss to her lips.

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When you’re gone

Noah Centineo x Reader

Word count: 3,355

Warning: angst, angst and angst.

A/N: first and foremost, I want to thank the amazing @i-blogaboutstuff for helping coming up with the prompt. She’s got some angsty ideas and I just love it. Second, I want to apologize to my amazing @mf-despair-queen for making you suffer. I still hope you don’t hate me after this one. But I sure hope you all enjoy it, even if it’s sad af. Love you all

There was no escaping. Every time Noah closed his eyes, he was thrown back into the turmoil of emotions he was trying to get away from. Every breath he took reminded him of the life he had, the easy smile he had on his face, the beating heart he had, the light inside of him. Needless to say, it was all gone now, locked in a box in the far corner of his brain, somewhere he didn’t want to access anymore, somewhere he didn’t need to access anymore. It would be pointless, it would be more hurtful, it would tear him down more than he already was.

The once colored house, full of life and joy stood in the shadows, forgotten and unused, neglected by the former residents. It was impractical to look at the place his whole life was built, the place he promised to spend the rest of his life with her, the place they were supposed to cherish, the place all the trouble had begun.

Instead, he found himself inside of his car, his new car, looking out of the window into the empty driveway, the locked door and the lack of living people inside of the white house. He could almost imagine Y/N standing by the door, her smaller frame leaned against the doorway, looking at him as he parked, a smile paying on her lips as he walked up to her, his head down in an attempt of keeping his feelings at bay, even if it was impossible. One small look at the girl in front of him and he could already feel his lips tugging at the ends, his heart picking up its pace at the mere sight of the woman he was going back to.

That front door had seen it all, from love confessions to argues, from shouts to makeup kisses, but now it was long gone. Gone were the days he would walk out of his car and into her warm arms, her small fingers running through his hair, ruffling it, tugging a little bit if she felt like teasing him. There were no more goodbye kisses or morning hellos. There were no more laughters filling his ears, hands running through his naked torso when he was making her breakfast, no more shoulder kisses and hushed talks in the middle of the night.

The boy closed his eyes and sighed, the pain in his chest coming back in full force, the tears in his eyes slipping before he could contain it making him grip the steering wheel, the tip of his fingers going white and numb. At least something in his body wasn’t feeling anything, he gave a bitter thought.

There wasn’t much to see anymore. His feet wouldn’t move from its position in the gas pedal, his hands wouldn’t push the door handle to let him out of his confinement. The thought of going out and facing the house was too much for him and he could already feel his throat closing up, threatening to block his airways if he did so.

He chose to rev the car, his eyes completely neglecting the road behind him, before speeding down the empty street without a second thought. He should have never gone to that place, he should have never stepped out of his isolation, he should have never allowed her to leave with him that day.

They were screaming at each other again. It must have been the second time that week and over the same stupid reason. He couldn’t believe he had let himself get worked up over something as silly as that, but there they were, going at each other as if they were fighting over something that really mattered.

“You know you’re being immature, right?” her face was red, her hands trembling and she couldn’t stop her chest from rising and falling. She was mad at him and he knew it. He knew it was his fault and he should stop it, but he couldn’t at the moment. “And I’m tired of it!”

“Oh, I’m being immature?” he snapped, his arms wide open at the girl in front of him. “Ok, so if you’re really tired of it, maybe I should just walk away and prevent you from seeing me, how about that?” He reached for his car keys in the bowl by the front door, his fingers expertly wrapping around the chains before he could walk any further.

“You’re not walking away from this conversation, Noah,” Y/N said, her eyes turning to him, her entire body ready to jump in front of him if she needed to.

He looked at her up and down, his mind racing with a thousand and one scenarios where the night would end differently, but it was too late now. They were too different, they were too hot-headed and they needed to be away from each other, at least for now. And so, without another word, he shook his head, his hand already wrapping around the knob and pulling the door open, his feet furiously leaving the entrance hallway towards his parked car in the driveway.

If he were paying attention to anything around him, Noah would have noticed that the door didn’t knock shut behind him and that there were feet following his long strides, reaching the passenger side of the black Tesla, the door closing just as he did the same.

“If you cared, you wouldn’t do this to us,” came the hushed whisper of the person that had walked into the car with him, her eyes cast down at her hands on her lap, her black hoodie running over her hands.

She couldn’t bear to look at him and see the truth in his eyes. She didn’t want to look at the man she was completely in love with and realize that their days were over. She wanted to believe that whatever it was, that they were going to make it through and not end it right there. That was why she chose to not face him. She didn’t have the courage to look at him as he said, in every single word, that it all had been a mistaken.

But Noah didn’t want to say anything. He didn’t want to shout at her and regret it later, he didn’t want to say things he didn’t mean to just because he was mad at this whole situation. So, instead, he chose to drive. He chose to keep his mouth shut and drive away from the place that had seemed to poison their relationship. Maybe this way they could work it out.

The rain was falling restlessly that night, the wind blowing around them, making it harder to see. Noah had already swerved a few times on the wet road, his eyes never leaving the windshield as he tried to navigate them safely anywhere, but it was harder when he was feeling like his blood was still boiling from the heated argument they were having not even thirty minutes before.

“Why do you keep doing this?” Y/N asked, her eyes glued to the side of his face, trying to identify any little change in his behavior, any small line on his face that could explain everything.

“Why do you keep bringing it up?” Noah shot back, his eyes momentarily leaving the road to find hers in a mix of fear and regret. He knew his were probably showing her something he didn’t want to, the ugly side of him that came out when he was stressed or mad about something. And it wasn’t that he was mad at her, because there was no real reason for him to have such feelings for the girl, but he was mad at the situation, he was mad that he couldn’t keep his destructive feelings at bay, he was mad because it was only a matter of time before she slipped through his fingers and then there would be nothing for him anymore.

He wanted to stop the car and tell her he was sorry, he wanted to let her know that he was just having a bad day and that everything that he had said meant nothing, he wanted to let her know that he was sorry for everything he had said, he wanted to say that she was right, that he was being immature for fighting over something as stupid as her new job, but the egoistical part of him wouldn’t allow it. It would reprimand every single thought in his head and force him to act like a total jackass. It would keep his mouth shut until it was gone or she admitted that he was right. But he also knew that she wouldn’t do it. And that was why they were having that fight. Because that’s what happens when two headstrong people are in a relationship.

“I keep bringing it up because you haven’t given me a reason to really drop it, ok?” She shouted. She was sick and tired of tiptoeing around him in that goddamned car. She was tired of having to choose her words before saying it, she was tired of him not answering her properly.

And that was when all the shoutings began again. It was a competition of who could be louder, their voices mixing and the words losing its meanings. There was no way of knowing what either of them were saying, if they were apologizing or not, if they were accusing the other of something or not. The rain was falling copiously down, hitting the car and drowning the sounds of anything around them. It was just Y/N, Noah, the rain and the car in that empty road.

Or so they thought. It was hard to understand what had happened and where those lights were coming from at first, the intensity of them blinding the two lovers for a few seconds, but it was enough to cause the damage. It was Y/N who saw it first, a loud horn echoing in her mind, the sight of a big blue truck, its headlights shining directly on them. She could hear herself yelling at Noah to look out, the terror in her eyes reflected on his before he swerved the car. For a moment, she thought they were safe, she thought that everything was going to be just fine, but that was all in vain.

Before they could release a breath of relief, the car hit something, hard enough to catapult their bodies forwards, the seatbelt holding them slightly in place, but that wasn’t their concern. If his attempt of getting rid of the truck, Noah had swerved the car the wrong way, hitting the wall on his side, sending the car in a dive into the river they were driving over.

It felt like a dream at first. Y/N closed her eyes and shook her head, waiting for the moment she would snap her eyes open in the comfort of her bed with Noah by her side, free of any drama, his arms wrapped around her body as she snuggled up to him. And she waited for it to happen any minute, but was the water entered the car faster, Noah’s hand hitting against the window and the coldness wrapping around her, she knew it wasn’t the case. She knew it was actually happening and she should try her best to get out of that place.

Her eyes finally made contact with the interior of the car, the transparent liquid rapidly reaching her knees as she did her best to push the door open, pulling on the handle with all her mighty, but nothing happened. She looked around desperately, trying to find something to break the glass, but there was nothing she could use.

Noah was by her side, his eyes wide open, his strong arms hitting against the glass window nonstop. He had to get out of there, he had to get them both out of there. Because it was his fault. He was the one driving, he was the one who didn’t pay any attention to where he was going. He was the one who would kill them, but most importantly, he was the one that was going to kill her and he couldn’t have it. He didn’t care if he wouldn’t make it out alive, but she had to. She had to get out of that car and live her life. He wouldn’t mind if it meant he was going to drown if it meant he saved the life of the woman he loved. But there was nothing any of them could do. There wasn’t a single thing they could use to break free from the car as the water kept filling their now metal cage.

It wasn’t long before they would run out of air, their lungs already stocking whatever they had left in case some miracle happened, even if the chances were very slim.

And it were somewhere along those thoughts that Y/N stopped fighting altogether, her arms going back to the side of her body, her eyes glued to the bottom of the river as she thought about everything she had been through. It didn’t mind if she was going to make it out alive or not, it didn’t matter that they were in a fight or not. Suddenly, she had become aware that life fleets through you whether you want it or not, whether you enjoyed it or not. And she had enjoyed it. She had made the most of it, she had laughed, she had cried, she had loved. And she loved Noah, the same Noah that was sitting by her side, his fists crazily bumping against the glass in a feeble attempt of setting them free, but she realized it was already too late. They were running out of time.

And then, with her heart beating faster than ever before, her small hand wrapped around his wrist, her face turned to his in sorrow. She was willing to let everything go if it meant she would be with him. Her eyes glued on his, his expression showing all the panic he was going through softening when he looked at her and her calm eyes, her love for him spreading through them.

His first instinct was to shake his head at her, deny her what he knew she considered the last time they were going to see each other, because it couldn’t be. He was not ready to say goodbye, he was not ready to leave her, he was not ready to leave this world. But it took only a small tug on his wrists and he was goner. He was already leaning into her, their lips connecting without much of a thought, whatever they had left of a breath gone as soon as the kiss initiated, their last one.

And after that, everything went black.

Noah woke with a start, his whole body shaking and gasping for air. His hand was clutching tightly at the color of his shirt, trying to push it away from his throat as much as he could. It had been an ongoing occurrence ever since the accident, ever since he woke up to find out his girlfriend didn’t make it.

At first, he couldn’t believe it. He wanted to find someone and deny it to him, he wanted her to walk up to him and say it was just a sick joke, that she was fine and she wasn’t going anywhere without him, but by the time he was released from the hospital, he started doubting it. He couldn’t believe it, he wouldn’t believe it had happened.

It all became real when he attended her funeral, because up until them, it felt like a bad dream, like he was living in a limbo and that he would wake up from it any time soon. The sight of her lying motionless in the casket broke him more than anything in the world could ever do and he couldn’t believe he was the one to blame. He was the one who had to be gone, not her and her cheerful spirit and easy smile.

He felt hopeless. He wouldn’t eat, he wouldn’t sleep. He had been crashing at his parents’ house for what felt like forever, but he didn’t want to go back into that house, the same one that held so many memories of them, so many momentos of them being a happy couple. He couldn’t face the photos spread around the living room or the unmade bed they had left that day. All he could do was stare at it from the inside of his car and pretend it was someone else’s life, not his.

There was a small knock on his door, his mom’s face poking through the small crack she had managed to open, a small smile on her face as she looked at him, his eyes lost in the semi-darkness of the room.

“You’re ok?” she asked in a whisper, her feet leading him to the end of his bed, her eyes searching for any sight of distress on his face. She knew he was having a hard time trying to cope with everything, she knew he was blaming himself, she knew he wanted to pretend nothing had happened and she knew he didn’t want to get away from that safety bubble he had put himself into, but he also needed to keep going with his life.

Noah just shook his head, his eyes not meeting hers, as usual. Nothing was ok and he was done pretending it was.

He heard a sigh and felt the bed dip beside him, clearly meaning his mom had decided to ignore his pleas of leaving him alone and had sat by his side. It took awhile for her to say anything, but she finally cleared her throat, her small hand running through his messy hair in a gentle caress.

“I know it’s been really hard, Noah, but you can’t keep hiding yourself. Life goes on.”

The silence that followed after, was expected. She wasn’t hoping he was going to agree to what she had said, but she also didn’t expect the outburst that came.

“What life?” he inquired, his lips trembling as he tried to fight back the tears. “There’s no life, mom. I died when she did!”

It was hopeless. No one would never understand how he actually felt, how guilty was eating him away, how his heart was hollow and there was no one that could help him. He was being haunted by the ghost of Y/N’s laugh every minute, like a song you can’t get out of your head no matter how many times you listen to something else. There was no hope for Noah Centineo.

He didn’t notice when his mom left his side, the door ajar as a small streak of light illuminated hid bedside table, shining the only object of hers that he couldn’t seem to detach himself from and in a sudden movement, his hands were reaching for his phone, trembling fingers typing the number he had memorized ages ago, listening to it as the dial tone went on and on until he heard it.

“Hi, it’s Y/N and you just missed me. I’m probably out now so I’ll call you back as soon as I can - NOAH!” she laughed into the phone and he could remember that day clearly. It was like having her by his side again, like nothing had happened.

The click that indicated the end of the recorded message ended, making the man turn off his phone only to dial the same number once more, his heart hammering against. It was the first time he heard her voice in a long time.

Noah lied back in his bed, the pillow cradling his head as he continued calling her number to listen to her voice, the only evidence he had now of how real she was. And that was when the tears came, cascading down his cheeks, no shame in showing his true feelings.

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Like a Fool

this... was supposed to be a uni friends to lovers fic.  oopsies :)  It’s still a university au (kind of? idk) but uh... well.  A bit under 2k words, no warnings I can think of besides a bit of swearing, potential underage drinking, lots of yearning, and some unpopular opinions on Starbucks. 

“You’re late,” you announced as you opened the door. 

Harry groaned, stumbling into your apartment and dumping his bag by the door. “Had the most horrific exam - lasted for hours, lad in the row behind me kept tapping his bloody pencil, questions were fucking rubbish - and then Java was closed.” 

You wrinkled your nose, shaking your head as you closed the door behind him. “Java’s coffee isn’t even good.” Harry glared at you from where he was stuffing chips into his mouth from the bowl on the coffee table. “‘s certainly better than that Starbucks shit you’re such a fan of.” 

“I’m not a fan of Starbucks,” you muttered. “Just better than Java.” 

“You so are,” Harry said with a grin. He raised his voice to copy yours, “Oh, I could just die for the caramel frappe whipped cherry cream chocolate hazel -” You scoffed, hitting him on the chest with the back of your hand, and cut him off, “You’re so dramatic! I do not sound like that.” 

“Yeah,” Harry said, “you do. Also, what’s the film, then? Doesn’t look familiar…” 

You sighed, collapsing onto the couch next to him. “It’s a new one.” 

Harry’s eyes narrowed as he turned to look at you skeptically. “A new one,” he echoed. 

“Yup,” you chirped, clicking on the remote. 

“Absolutely not,” Harry deadpanned as he saw the title. “I am not watching a movie called The Kissing Booth. Already sounds ridiculous.” You tsked, leaning against the arm of the couch and throwing your feet over his lap. “Give it a chance.” 

“This is rubbish,” Harry mumbled through another handful of chips, and you shushed him. 

He didn’t say anything when the movie ended, and you grinned, poking his shoulder with your finger. “You liked it,” you said, and he rolled his eyes. “I did not like it.” You laughed, poking him again, and exclaimed, “You loved it!” 

Harry scoffed, shaking his head. “It was cheesy and stupid and just unrealistic. It’s -” 

You laughed, shaking your head, and interrupted, “Dude, you’re literally describing every single one of your coveted classics. Look me in the eye and tell me The Notebook isn’t cheesy, stupid, and unrealistic.” 

Harry pursed his lips. “The Notebook is a classic.” 

“You’re so pretentious,” you said. 

“Oh, shush,” Harry said back, finally breaking into a smile, and then he sighed, dusting crumbs off his pants, and stretched. “Finished your essay, then?” he asked, glancing at your open computer. 

You groaned, hiding your face in your hands. “I don’t wanna talk about it.” 

“Wonderful,” Harry said, and you looked up to see him grabbing his stuff. “I’ve got to sleep, and you’ve got to write. Have fun with that.” You pouted, leaning over the couch, and said, “You should stay! I’ve got to introduce you to the modern rom com! You haven’t even seen Noah Centineo yet!” 

Harry made a face. “Sounds like a bug,” he said, and you laughed despite yourself. “Work on that essay,” Harry went on, “and next time, I am picking the film.” He grinned. “And it’s not going to have a multi legged bloody creature in it.” 

“Oh, go to Starbucks.” 

“Uncalled for,” Harry said. 

“See ya later,” you said. 

“Arrivederci,” he replied as he closed the door behind him. 

You sighed, turning to your laptop reluctantly, and got to work.  ***

“I need a date,” Harry declared as soon as he walked into your apartment the next week. 

You raised your eyebrows, able only to gape as he collapsed onto your sofa, and he frowned, noticing your expression. “You alright, then?” he asked, and you blinked. Cleared your throat. “Uh - yeah. What’s this about a date?” 

“Nick’s mum’s out for the weekend,” Harry explained, “so obviously he’s hosting a little something on Friday, and I need a date.” You nodded. “Right.” He raised an eyebrow at you. “So?” he asked, and you raised an eyebrow back. “So?” you echoed. 

“Have a start on the wine, did you?” Harry asked, grinning. “I need a date, so hook me up. Who’s single, who’s not, who’s complicated…” He faded off, staring at you expectantly, and you cleared your throat. “Right,” you said, sitting down next to him. “Um… well, I’ve got a friend…” 

Harry grinned, propping his head on his fist and leaning in. “Tell me more.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, she’s got a car and you can take her to the arcade,” you muttered, “but I dunno how friendly she’d be down in the sand.” Harry huffed. “Your references are woefully arcane.” You scoffed. “A, it’s Grease. B, arcane?” 

“Oi!” Harry exclaimed. “You’re getting off topic!” 

You sighed, picking at your fingernails. “Yeah, she’s nice. Name’s Casey. You’ll like her.” 

“Have her number?” 

You handed your phone over to him, and he laughed giddily as he scrolled through your contacts. “Bloody hell, need a proper shag - haven’t gotten laid in ages…” You made a face, shoving all the dirty thoughts flooding your head about Harry Styles and his proper shags, and told him, “Shush, Styles, nobody wants to hear about your sex life.” 

He looked up, smirking. “Sure about that?” 

“Oh, shut up,” you muttered, distracting yourself from his smirk by flicking through the TV. “Figured out your movie?” you asked. “Or should I find your hundred legged boyfriend?” Harry grinned, apparently finished keying in Casey’s number into his phone, and grabbed the remote from your hands. “The Notebook,” he announced, and you scoffed. 

“You’re kidding,” you groaned, flopping onto your back. “We’ve seen it a million times!” 

“That’s what you get for comparing this classic to that kissy bench rubbish,” Harry hummed, clicking on the movie and getting situated as the sun rose and Ryan Gosling’s name flashed on the screen. 

You sighed, and grabbed a few chips, and prepared for the two hours of boredom. 

***

You were watching Harry flirt with Casey, all dimples and bad jokes and too close touches, when you decided that you were going to get drunk. Harry laughed as you walked over to the refrigerator, and whispered something in Casey’s ear that made her giggle and lean in as you cracked open the bottle of beer. 

It tasted disgusting. 

You weren’t really a fan of good beer, much less this cheap piss water the little fridge was stocked with. It tasted sour in your mouth, but maybe that’s just because you were a bit sour yourself over the whole Harry situation. 

It was weird, the whole thing, because you really shouldn’t have been mad. It was your fault and your fault alone that you hadn’t told Harry about your ginormous crush on him, that you hadn’t kissed him or confessed or even talked about feelings with him ever. 

So you had no right to be mad. 

Harry wasn’t yours. And really, he never would be. 

You sighed and wondered if there was any other alcohol in the huge house you were in that would taste better or, at the very least, get you drunk faster. You could probably ask somebody, but that would mean talking and social interaction, and you were really just not in the mood for that at the moment. 

A few seconds after you peeled your eyes away from Casey twirling her finger around one of Harry’s stray curls (he really needed a hair cut, you thought irritably), letting your gaze wander, somebody shouted your name from behind you. 

You sighed as you recognized his voice, letting faux annoyance flash over your face when all you wanted to do was turn around and kiss him, and asked, “How are you already drunk? We’ve been here less than an hour!” Harry giggled - he tended to do that when he was drunk - and shrugged, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “‘m not drunk,” he told you, slurring his words, and you rolled your eyes. “Sure.” 

“Really!” Harry exclaimed, giggling to himself like he knew he was lying. “Really, swear it, lovey, ‘m sober as - as -” He faltered, and then laughed again, and said, “I’m sober!” You bit back a smile and said, “Whatever you say, Styles.” 

“Look bored, lovey,” Harry murmured, leaning on the wall next to you. 

“You’re very observant,” you said, and Harry pouted. “Shouldn’t be bored. Should be happy!” He gave a little smile, lifting up a finger to bop you on the nose. “Deserve to be happy, lovey.” You flushed, looking away. “Where’s Casey?” 

“Oh, somewhere…” 

You looked at your beer. “Seem to like her a lot.” 

“Mhmm,” Harry hummed absently. A beat of silence, and then he said your name, and you looked up. He suddenly seemed a lot closer than before, and you blushed harder. “Yeah?” you asked, your voice coming out a whisper. 

“Can I kiss you?” he murmured. 

You blinked, startled. “I -” 

He was so close, still leaning in, so, so close, that you breathed, “Yes,” and he barely had to move for your lips to meet. He tasted like tequila and that cheap beer, but somehow minty and buttery and wonderfully sweet and perfect. 

And then, just like that, he was gone, his breaths just a tad quick, his cheeks tinged red. “You’re the bestest,” he told you softly, just a bit breathless. “The bestest in the world,” he repeated, laughing slightly. 

“I -” 

“Harry!” Casey squealed from behind him, and then he was whisked away. 

***

You didn’t talk to him for almost a whole week after that. 

And then, when he was supposed to come over for a movie and he was forty minutes late, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You walked over to his apartment, and knocked hard, ready to be mad or yelled at or have your heart broken, and waited. 

But he didn’t look upset. He looked overjoyed. “Guess what?” he asked as soon as he opened the door, not even saying hello. “I have got a date!” You froze, unable to do anything but gape, and he said, “Casey was all upset because I didn’t call her or summat, and I decided to, like, ask her out on a proper date, you know? And she said yes!” 

“Um - congratulations?” you finally managed, and he grinned, nodding as he fiddled with his tie. He frowned, glancing down at it, and you sighed, reaching forward. “Help?” you asked, already nudging his fingers away and pulling the knot through. 

“Thanks a million,” Harry said, already grabbing his keys. “Hope you don’t mind I’m missing movie night, yeah? You understand.” You opened your mouth to argue, but he went on, “I can’t wait. Bloody hell, this is gonna be - have you seen my wallet?” 

“On the shelf,” you answered reflexively, and he grinned, pocketing it. 

“Wicked,” he said, and his hand was on the door when you finally said, “Wait!” 

He paused, turning around. “What?” 

“Are we gonna - are you ever gonna -” 

Harry frowned. “What?” he asked again. 

You bit your lip. “The kiss?” 

“What kiss?” 

You faltered, and he asked, “What are you talking about?” 

“The party,” you said, your voice barely there.

He blinked. “Oh.” 

A beat of silence, and then you said, “Harry?” 

“I was drunk,” Harry said, and then he repeated, “I was drunk.” He cleared his throat. “I don’t - I don’t like you like that.” He frowned. “You know that, yeah?” You nodded. “Of course,” you whispered, and it sounded like a lie even to your own ears. 

But Harry just smiled, and opened the door, and said, “Good. See ya later, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you said, and then Harry left, and you were alone, standing in his apartment like a fool. 

***

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Envy

Pairing: Peter Kavinsky x Reader

Warning: Drinking, Partying, swearing

Word Count: 2,914

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“Earth to Y/N.” Kennedy said with a pout on her face, while waving her hand feverishly in front of your face.

“Did you hear anything I just said?”

Frowning, you looked down at your lap fidgeting with your hands. The air blowing around you, causing pieces of your hair, to fall out of it’s place from the bun on top of your head. Your fellow college students, enjoying the air outside. The wind was full of chatter from all around campus.

“Uh.. No...Sorry.”

“I was saying, there’s a tall brunette looking at you.”

“Oh.”

“Oh? That’s all you have to say?”

You shrugged at your friend, “I’m not interested.”

“What do you mean you’re not interested?”

Rolling your eyes you said, “Kennedy. You know exactly what I mean. I’m focusing on my school work.”

Dramatically sighing she started, “Y/N. I’m just saying, to have fun with the guy not marry him,” She rolled her eyes continuing, “Besides, would it really be that bad, dating Mr. Tall and Handsome over there?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes at her, “Whatever. I have to go.” You told her playfully.

Getting up promptly, you weren’t exactly paying attention to where you were going, which caused you to walk right into the man in question.

“Woah, woah, woah.” He said grabbing onto your elbows to try and keep you steady, “You okay?”

Moving to look up at him, you froze mouth gaping for a minute.

“Yeah...Uh...Thank you.” Pulling yourself from the mysterious man, you continued down the sidewalk, outside the college.

Suddenly, the sound of shoes jogging on the pavement was erupting in the wind.

“Woah...Hey.” The mysterious man was by your side, “You run into me and don’t even give me your name?” He questions.

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you, as you continued walking side by side. 

“Y/N.” You said offering a soft smile, “My name’s Y/N.” Offering your hand to give him a handshake.

“Peter.” He said returning your soft smile. 

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Smiling to yourself, the comforting memory of how you met Peter, playing over in your mind.

“What’re you smiling about?” Peter questioned, coming up to you wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you to his chest.

“I was thinking about how we met.” You murmured into his chest.

Resting his head on top of yours, he jokingly said, “Oh, I remember that day. You were a brat back then too.” He chuckled to himself.

“Hey!” You giggled, trying to pull away from Peter unsuccessfully. Your soft pushing him away, was no match for the man’s iron grip.

“Girl, stop it. You know I mean it with love.” 

Giving up, you resumed your previous spot back on his chest. Walking up to the two of you embracing, Gabe and Trevor making their way to you.

“Ew. Seriously, you guys. Get a damn room.” Gabe said dramatically, while making a gagging sound.

Rolling his eyes, Peter let up on his grip on you before joining your side. Kennedy, soon joined the groups conversation. Walking to the cafe everyone was more than pleasant after their third cup of coffee. It had become a tradition in the mornings, to stop by the little mom and pop cafe, at the campus court yard. During this time, is usually when you all caught in the recent events that was going on in your friends lives. If the weather allowed, your group would usually sit under a tree, in the court yard. Peter, would usually sit next to you, more often than not, he would pull your leg to rest against his thigh, causing you to shift closer to him. His arm or hand would rest against your leg that was resting on him. Ever since you met him, he would be affectionate towards you, causing butterfly’s to erupt in your stomach, and leave a lingering feeling hours after he hand touched you.

“There’s a party being thrown at the Gamma Kappa, frat house tonight. Who’s in?” Trevor asked.

Everyone but you responded, your cup of coffee suddenly becoming the most interesting thing you’ve ever seen.

“Y/N? You in?” Trevor asked hopeful.

“Uhh...I... I don’t know...Parties aren’t really my thing Trev...” You let out a hesitant breath. 

Usually, you don’t go to parties with your friends. You had feelings for Peter, falling for him was something you weren’t too happy about. He was a flirt, girls were always throwing themselves at him. You knew it was silly to fall for him, especially when he was your best friend. Your mind and your heart were always in conflict about Peter. He was almost always with you, sometimes sleeping over at your apartment that you shared with Kennedy. Often, letting you steal his sweatshirts, and shirts because they smelled like him.

Trevor gave you his infamous pout with his puppy eyes, a face he knew you couldn’t say no to.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you gave in “Alright, fine.”

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Looking in the mirror, you were smoothing out your dress, hoping to forget about your feelings for Peter, even if it was only for a few hours. Kennedy, had chosen your dress for you. It was a red dress, with thin straps that were resting on your shoulders, while the hem of the dress barely, reached mid thigh on you. She had paired it with a pair, of black stiletto heels. Both of you were wearing your hair straight, it had taken a few hours between the both of you using the flat iron, to reach what Kennedy, considered perfection. 

Kennedy, insisted that we would meet the boys at the frat house, not wanting them to see your looks for the night. She was trying to make Trevor, jealous into admitting his feelings for her. All the while, she knew about your feelings for Peter. Once, you stepped foot outside the apartment building, you immediately regretted your outfit of choice. The chilly air, consuming you, causing your teeth to chatter, and body to shake. 

Once, you both got closer to the party, Kennedy seemily, had two men waiting close by to accompany you to the party. 

“Y/N, this is Milo. Milo, this is Y/N.”

“Hi.” You said while tucking a strand of hair behind your hair, not meeting Milo’s gaze. 

Taking your hand in his, he brought your knuckles up to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on them.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N.”

“Shall we go?” Kennedy, clapped excitedly, wrapped in her dates jacket.

With your attention on your friend, you hadn’t noticed Milo’s actions of shrugging off his jacket, until it was placed on your shoulders. Turning your head to face him, you said, “Thank you.” to him as you both began following Kennedy, and her date, to the party.

Stepping into the dwelling, a wave of warmth washed over you, along with a musty smell. The party was blasting music. Upon entering, Milo had placed his hand on the small of your back, to guide you through the crowd. His hand on your back, wasn’t the same as Peters, causing your body to stiffen.

Your dates, lead you to a table that was unoccupied. Once you both were situated, they disappeared to go get drinks for the four of you. Somehow, your group of guy friends found the both of you.

“Y/N!” “Kennedy!” 

Sounded from the group of boys. 

Peter came up behind you, his chest coming in contact with your back, hands resting on your waist. 

“You look stunning.” His hot breath fanning across your ear, sending shivers down your spin. Closing your eyes, you leaned back into Peter, resting your head back against his strong shoulder. Goose bumps, began covering your arms, while a fluttering feeling coursed through your veins. One, of his hands made their way up to your hair, tugging it behind your ear, while the feeling of his lips ghosted over your ear.

“Excuse me. You are?” 

Your eyes snapping open, bringing you back to reality, your table was empty, leaving you, Milo, and Peter alone. Milo, set your drink down in front of you, causing you to unravel yourself from Peter. 

Peter’s chocolaty eyes, were met with piercing blue ones. Jealous had overwhelmed his senses, causing him to let out a low growl in return. He had always had feelings for you. He flirted with girls in front of you, in hopes of being able to gauge some sort of reaction from you, testing the waters in seeing if you shared his feelings. 

Taking your hand, Milo lead you to the dance floor, sending a smirk over your shoulder before leaving a jealous Peter in your wake. Stepping foot on the dance floor, you were met with your group of friends.

“Y/N!!!” 

They all drunkenly yelled, causing you to giggle dropping your gaze to your shoes. 

“Can I have this dance?” Milo asked in a hushed tone.

Nodding, you wrapped your arms around his neck, while his hands rested low on your hips, causing him to wrap himself around you. The thought of Peter, was still clouding your mind. It wasn’t until you felt a hand travel down to your butt giving it a light squeeze, that pulled you from your thoughts about Peter. Milo, shot you a playful smirk, before he leaned down pressing his lips to yours. His teeth gently, bit down on your bottom lip, tugging your lip lightly when he pulled away. 

His lips moved to your jaw, then down to your neck where he caused you to gasp, not expecting him to bite down on your sensitive skin. An unapproved moan, fell from your lips. Taking your reaction as encouragement, he began sucking and biting on your neck, leaving a bruises in his wake. 

Making his way up to your ear, his hot breath sent delicious shivers over your body, “I think it’s working.” He said lowly.

You gave him a confused look in response. 

“You’re trying to make that guy from the table jealous, yeah?”

Simply giving him a nod, he continued, “He’s jealous.”

Looking up at Milo, your lips fell open in shock, “Are you su-”

“I know that look all too well.”

“Oh.”

“Do you want to put on a show for him?” He asked mischievously. 

Before you knew it, “Let’s do it,” fell from your lips, causing you to think it was the alcohol talking.

Suddenly, Milo had both hands on your hips, spinning you around so that his chest was pressed to your back. He resumed leaving kisses and bruises, along your neck and collarbone. His hands were on steadily on your hips, resulting in a steady pace of your butt swaying against his crotch. After, what felt like hours, Milo spun you around again, causing you to be face to face. His lips hungerily, crashed onto yours. His tongue parting your lips, not bothering to ask for permission. Once, his tongue entered your mouth the taste of whiskey, filled your mouth. Milo was busy shoving his tongue down your throat, to hear Peter come up to the two of you.

Peter, had been sitting at the table alone. Something he wasn’t used to. Many girls had come and tried to get his attention, but his eyes were glued to you and Milo on the dance floor. 

Suddenly, Milo was ripped away from you, while your hand was swiftly taken intertwined with Peters. He had pulled you away from Milo, and out of the frat house. As the freezing air hit you, causing sobriety to over take you. Once, your mind had cleared, you stopped walking, yanking your hand out of Peters, causing him to turn and face you confused.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Your words coming out much more harsh than you had intended. 

Silence fell between the two of you. Peter was suddenly interested in his shoes. You could’ve sworn that you had saw redness dancing across his cheeks. 

“Peter?” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

Deciding he wasn’t going to give you an answer, you pushed past him and headed to your apartment. 

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“Y/N.” A soft knock came from your bedroom door.

Groaning in response, you rolled over in bed so that your back was to the door.

The soft creek of the door opening filled the room. Suddenly, your blankets were lifted up and someone slid in. A familiar scent, filled your nose. Letting out a low groan, you didn’t want to have this conversation.

“Y/N,” A husky voice started, “I’m sorry about last night. I don’t know what came over me...” 

“Bullshit, Peter. You know damn well what came over you.”

“Ouch,” His voice playfully said.

“Why are you here, Peter?” You sighed, “I don’t want to see you.”

“I know. Can you at least turn around? You don’t have to open your eyes.”  He whispered, his voice laced with sadness.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, you closed your eyes rolling around so that you were face to face with Peter. His hand moved to your face, gently cupping your cheek, causing you to lean into his touch unwillingly. His hand that was cupping your face, moved down to your waist allowing him to wrap his arm around you, pulling you closer to him, so there was no space between either of you. 

Chuckling softly, his husky voice sounded, “Nice shirt.”

You could hear the smirk that had spread across his face, causing you to open your eyes, and glare at him. 

“Shut up.”

“What? You look better in my clothes, than I do.” A blush made it’s way on his cheeks. 

You rolled your eyes in response to his flirtatious comment. It all happened so quickly. His lips barely brushed against yours, before he retreated. Immediately, guilt spread across his features. 

“I’m-” 

Not letting him finish his sentence, you had pounced on Peter, taking him by surprise. His back hit the mattress as you straddled his hips, placing your hands on his chest to keep your balance.

Peter looked up at you full of surprise. Leaning down, your lips captured Peters, a light kiss turning into something heated in a matter of seconds. Taking his bottom lip between your teeth, you gently nibbled on it, enticing a deep moan from the man underneath you. His hands that were resting on your hips, began to roam your body. One, hand made its way underneath your shirt, realizing you only had panties on underneath, he let out a heavy moan. 

Taking the opportunity, your tongue snaked its way into Peter’s mouth. His tongue wrestled against yours. Pulling away slightly, you placed a kiss against the corner of his mouth, making your way to his jaw nipping at the skin. You could hear the sharp intake of breath that Peter had took. He couldn’t take it anymore, flipping you over on the bed so your back was in contact with the mattress. 

He settled in between your legs, swiftly taking his shirt off of your body. A deep growl was heard from the man above you. Before, you could question him his mouth was on yours, shoving his tongue in your mouth, not bothering to gain access rather taking authority.

The hand that wasn’t supporting his weight above you, traveled down to your calf, pulling softly to wrap your leg around his waist, to pull him impossibly closer to you. His hot mouth began traveling down your jaw, nipping and sucking down your neck. 

Pulling back lightly, his tongue soothed the bruise he had just placed in your skin, looking proud in that moment. It dawned on you that he was jealous of the bruises Milo had given to you the night before, Peter covered them with his own bruises marking you as his.

Suddenly, his eyes grew cloudy, his voice growing deeper, “Baby, you’ll be screaming my name, you won’t be able to talk tomorrow.” Giving you a devious smile.

Your phone ringing, disturbed the heated moment. Not wanting to give the satisfaction to Peter, you reached over and answered it.

“Hello?”

“How did we do last night?” 

It was your turn to give him the devious smile.

“Oh, hey Milo.”

Peter growled, resuming his previous actions. He began biting and sucking leaving fresh bruises from your collarbones, to the tops of your breasts. His actions making it hard for you to hold in your moans while talking to Milo.

Finally, Peter got annoyed taking your phone from you, he spoke into it, “Y/N’s kinda busy at the moment. She won’t be going on anymore dates with you because she has a boyfriend.” Hanging up on Milo, Peter placed your phone back on your nightstand. 

Looking up at Peter, you gave him a knowing look, “My Boyfriend?”

“Oh, I almost forgot. Will you be my girlfriend? In case my actions weren’t clear enough, I have feelings for you.”

Giggling, you nodded your head excitedly. Peter’s lips were back on yours in an instant. He began grinding his hips into your causing you to come undone beneath him. His teeth grazed your ear, before he began nibbling, causing you to arch your back into him, letting out another moan. Your finger nails digging into the skin of his back in pleasure. 

There was a loud knock on your bedroom door, causing Peter to stop his actions, “I wanted to let you know, that I’m going to Trevor's house before this gets too loud. Be safe kids.”

[skiesofthesketchy]

WAKE UP

WAKE UP.

Huh?

Wake up!

What the fuck.

Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.

How did you get in?

A fight with a cat and crawling through the kitchen window. Doesn’t matter.

What?

Just get up already!

Oh my god, it’s 5 o’clock in the morning. What are you doing here?

I have the best news!

It couldn’t have waited til like, later?

Nope.

Then spit it out already. What’s the news?

I woke up and realized that I’m in love with you and it’s the best feeling in the world!

...

I’m in love! With you! Wow. This is incredible. 

You just woke up and came to this conclusion out of the blue?

Yeah, isn’t that crazy? Have you ever been in love before?

Yeah, I think so.

God, I’m so happy. I’m in love and I don’t care who knows it!

Love is great, isn’t it?

Hell yeah. Wait. Do you love me too?

You are such a dumbass.

So... no?

Of course I love you. Idiot. 

Oh my god, this is great. Like, I feel high but I’m not even on drugs.

Amazing.

So. What do we do now that we’re in love?

Well, you can start by shutting the fuck up and letting me go back to sleep.

You’re grumpy in the morning.

I’ll kill you.

How ‘bout you kiss me instead.

I have morning breath.

So?

Just get in here and let me sleep.

Anything for you, my love. 

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Doesn’t Even Compare // Peter Kavinsky

Peter kavinsky fluff like them staying in bed and cuddling while watching movies and maybe a little making out with his hand on the reader ass

A/N: ;)

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“He is not that cute.”

“Uh, yeah, he is.”

“...I am way better looking than that guy.”

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes, quirking a brow as you peered up at Peter. His brows were drawn in together and he was pouting, obviously jealous, as the lights from the TV reflected off of his eyes. The moment he felt your gaze on him though, he turned his attention to you. “I’m serious.”

“Yeah right,” you laughed, shaking your head.

“How in the world is Gilbert Blythe more attractive then me?” Peter exclaimed, shifting upwards slightly. You groaned in response, given that you’d been leaning heavily on his chest, his movements affected yours. When you felt Peter sitting up, you followed him, reaching for the remote to pause the show as you turned your head to face your boyfriend. “I mean look at him,” he gestured to the TV, “he’s so scrawny, and I am not scrawny. Not to mention, that hair-”

“Your hair is just as messy.”

“That’s not the point,” Peter huffed, then frowned, “besides, you said you liked the messy look.”

“I do.”

“Then... how?”

With a soft smile and a sigh, you rolled your eyes once again. You knew Peter wasn’t actually upset or angry, and rather, his ego was a little insulted. This little rant was purely based off of jealously (and you chose to ignore the fact that he was jealous of a TV character -- a fictional character).

Knowing what had to be done, you set your hands before yourself, bracing yourself as you rose your leg, moving it so it was across Peter’s lap. His rambling instantly halted the moment you crawled onto his lip, setting your hands on his chest, making sure to even run your fingers along his shirt as you smirked down at him. 

“You know you’re the only guy for me,” you assured, smiling.

Pouting for a moment longer, Peter’s hands came up to your waist, pulling you closer as he muttered; “damn right.”

A little squeal of surprise left your lips when Peter slid his hands down from your waist to your ass, cupping it and tugging you forward until you practically fell against his chest. You were glad your hands had been on his chest, helping you brace yourself from the sudden movement as Peter pressed his lips against your own.

You didn’t hesitate a moment before returning the kiss, eventually sliding your own hands up his chest, to his neck and then cupping the back of his head to pull him closer.

After a moment you pulled back, mumbling breathless against his lips; “but the sho-”

“Who cares about the show?”

“Peter-!”

“Come on, Y/N,” Peter grinned, squeezing your ass a little as he licked his lips. “I’d much rather sit here and make out with you.”

Huffing, you knew that you agreed with Peter. So, with a half-hearted glare, you pressed your lips against his own once more. You moaned slightly into the kiss, against his lips, as Peter messaged your ass, moving one hand up to press against your lower back. All the while, your fingers ran through his messy hair, pulling him as close as humanely possible.

Peter was right, Gilbert was definitely did not compare to the boy in front of you.

-

let me know what you thought? remember, reblogging always helps!

also, the whole gilbert blythe thing is just a joke. both noah and lucas are both very attractive boys (what?? im not gonna lie). i merely did this because of that whole thing that lara jean covey’s dream man is gilbert blythe. just a little joke for yall.

[this-is-rina]

Just “Networking”|| Noah Centineo Imagine

Hi everyone!  It’s been a very long time since I wrote on Tumblr and my first time writing on this blog. The last time I wrote on a personal blog was for One Direction when I was in high school (Ack!).  I did not like posting my writing to my personal and made many blogs for my writing (I wonder how many of you will recognize my style :O)  I vowed I would never write on a personal blog again...then I saw a few interviews with Noah Centineo. He has such an interesting personality for an actor and I was inspired to write a story about him. 

It’s gonna be a long one, so I’ll put it under a read more for all my fellow silent scrollers.  However, I’ll leave the synopsis up top so you know if you’re interested!

~Rina xoxo

Plot:  You are an aspiring screenwriter who currently manages a computer repair store in Hollywood with your stepbrother, Xavier, an aspiring composer.  By chance, you meet Noah Centineo in a coffee shop.  Not recognizing him at first, you think nothing about your acquaintance, until Xavier realizes that Noah could be both of your tickets to fame. Suddenly, your writing has a real chance, and that appeals to you, just a much as getting an adorable and kind boyfriend in Noah. However, you highly doubts Noah would agree.  But, what if he doesn’t know? 

You were running late...which was kind of the usual lately.  Ever since you moved out of your brother’s apartment, you had yet to come to work on time.  Xavier, who was technically your stepbrother, but you only made the distinction when you did not want to be associated with him, used it as proof that you couldn’t take care of yourself. However, you both knew that you were one of the most responsible people either of you knew, as long as you followed the schedule you programmed in your phone.

You dashed through the double doors of the computer repair shop, panting.  Xavier shook his head with a “Tsk, tsk, tsk,” as he watched you stash your stuff in the back and run behind the counter.

“You know you’re late, right?” Xavier emphasized. “So, you know what that means...”

“Oh come on!” You complained, smoothing your hair to make it more into your usual style.  “You totally came in early because you know I’m still getting used to the commute.”

“And?” Xavier questioned, “A deal is a deal, kiddo. The last person in buys everyone coffee.”

“Ugh, you only came up with that rule to spite me for moving out.” You complained.  “We should not even be wasting money on coffee when we could just make it at home.”

“Don’t forget my whip,” Xavier said as he tended to a fried PC.  That was your signal that the conversation was over.

“That’s not healthy...” You muttered as you went into the back room to fish out your wallet.  “What would your mother say?”

“That you should be on time to work!” He retorted and you rolled your eyes as you walked to the coffee shop across the street.

You and Xavier were pretty close, when you weren’t fighting over lateness.  Your dad married his mom when you were both around 13 years of age.  Both of you lost a parent young, and were only children until meeting each other. Your Brady Bunch family came together well, and you two grew closely together.  

Xavier was the first to decide he wanted to do showbiz.  He would practice piano and guitar daily, writing new tunes for his performance at the local bookstore talent show ever week.  You were more quiet about your aspirations as a writer, but he broke you out of your shell after college.  While you both studied computer science, you both also also concentrated in your passions, English Language and Music respectively.  You both moved to LA and through a series of lucky breaks and connections were able to manage a computer repair shop.  You hoped that by being in Hollywood you could hone your craft and make your dreams come true.

For now, you settled for fixing broken computers and fetching your brother’s coffee. At least you could buy a chai for yourself to relax too.

When you got to the coffee shop, it was clear that you missed the early morning rush.  You walked straight to the menu next to a guy who was several heads taller than you.  He had long, unruly brown hair, a scruffy beard and wore the baggiest t-shirt with the tightest jeans.  He glanced at you, feeling your presence and he gave you a gorgeous smile.  You gave him a coy smile back, trying not to fall for his chocolate-y brown orbs.  You cleared your throat and looked at the menu.

There was someone ahead of him who was taking awhile to order, and you could see him stealing glances at you from the corner of your eye.  You were definitely flattered.  This guy was pretty cute.  With his tan skin and athletic frame, he looked like that lovable sweetheart who would skate to your house just because he was in the neighborhood.  Whenever you would look in his direction, he always pretended to look away.  However, he would do it in an obvious manner.  He would look you directly in your eyes and then look at the ceiling, and then back to your eyes and then down at the floor. Back and forth his eyes and neck would move in this circular motion until he got a laugh out of you.

“Finally!” He cheered as you laughed, causing you to laugh more.  “I really wanted to make you laugh.  Have a great day, beautiful.” He flashed you a bright smile and then stepped up to make his order.

You couldn’t help, but blush.  It was always nice to be acknowledged by a cute guy.  You wished he stayed longer to make a move.  He finished his order and didn’t look back as he picked up his coffee from the counter.  You were bummed he did not have to wait for his drink, as you hoped you could chat some more, but settled for your bit of luck that he even noticed you.

“Hi,” You said with a smile to the cashier.  “Can I get a small chai and a medium iced mocha latte with extra whip and caramel drizzle?”

The cashier smiled.  “Is this for Xavier?” It was embarrassing how much your brother frequented this place.

You laughed, “Yup. I was late again!”  You snapped your fingers and wagged your fist, pretending to be upset.  You handed the cashier your card and he shook his head.

“That guy ahead of you paid for your order.  He had me write down his name and telephone number for you to reach out.” The cashier pulled out a slip of paper and your jaw dropped.

Noah

213-xxx-xxxx

“Wow, okay.” You weren’t sure what to say. This only happened in movies.  You made a mental note to add this to your list of romantic gestures for your next romcom screenplay.  You slipped the note into your wallet and closed it to put it back in your bag. You took the drinks and sauntered happily back to the repair shop.

Xavier was running a scan on another computer when you walked in.  You handed him his drink as you sipped yours happily.  He narrowed his eyes at you,

“Why are you humming?” He rolled his eyes. “You didn’t spit in this, right?’

“Gosh!” You huffed.  “Can’t a girl be happy and not be judged?”

“Any other girl, of course. You, no way!” Xavier laughed, “You’re always in a crappy mood when you lose bets.  Why is today any different?”

“A really cute guy bought our drinks!” You cooed.  “And he left his phone number.”

“Oh my god!” Xavier imitated your high pitch voice. Then his voice dropped back to a disinterested tone as he added, “Well that’s great, I hope he can pay for both of our rent too.”

“Why can’t you just be happy for me?” You sighed.  “I’m going to text him.”

Xavier shrugged as he focused on removing the hard drive of the computer. “Do what you want...”

You pondered what to text him and then smiled to yourself as you wrote your message.

Y/N: Hey, this is Y/N from the coffee shop.  Thanks for the free drinks! I hope to repay the favor some time soon.

It wasn’t much longer before you received a reply.

Noah: Hey, Y/N! Gorgeous name, by the way ;) Absolutely! How about tomorrow afternoon, let’s get a coffee after work?

Y/N: Works for me! 

You continued to text lightly throughout the day.  It was clear that you both had busy schedules, but you would try to continue the conversation as much as you could during breaks.  You were pleased to see how friendly and genuine he seemed.  You were impressed by his passion for acting, and relayed your love of writing.  He was supportive and encouraged you to try to get published.  You were too shy to admit that was the goal, and instead insisted that he was being too kind.

“Have you been texting that guy all day?” Xavier asked as he closed up shop.

“Yeah,” You said absentmindedly as you read the article Noah just sent you. 

“Well, make sure he’s not a serial killer.” He warned.  “Have you googled the guy?”

“I will when I go home, just chill, okay?” You shrugged it off, but you were moderately concerned.  This guy was kind, charming and a great listener. He was either perfect for you or an ax murderer...hopefully not both.

The next day, you met Noah for coffee dressed in your favorite outfit.  You waved at him as he walked in and he gave you the widest grin.  You had been texting all night and up until this morning, so when he pulled you into an embrace, it felt natural.

“Get whatever you like!” You offered.

“I’ll probably just get my usual coffee and maybe some sweets to share?” Noah smiled, “Since I only paid for drinks, I’ll contribute to the sweets as well.”

“No!” You insisted.  “My brother’s drink was also covered, so I think it is only fair.”

You argued about it for awhile until it was decided that he would buy one sweet and you would buy another and the two drinks. You tried to ignore the fact that the one sweet he bought was the same price as the two drinks combined.

“So, this is going to be really dumb...” You warned, “But I never did get your last name...”

“Oh,” Noah chuckled.  “It’s Centineo. Yours?”

“Y/L/N...” You responded as you sent the text to your brother.  Just in case he was going to kill you, you wanted Xavier to trace it back.  You were pretty sure you spelled his name wrong, but you hoped it would be enough.  You put your phone in your bag and then gave him a smile.

“Now that we have been formally introduced, let’s eat!” You said, picking up a fork and digging into the mini-cheesecake first.

You two exchanged ideas on your favorite books, popular films, and making it in Hollywood.  You were surprised at how much Noah knew about showbiz.  He said he was on a few tv shows and in a couple movies, but you did not expect him to be so wise.  It made you a bit self conscious.  You had just been working on scripts in your downtime.  Maybe you should get training by going to workshops...

“Oh man, you seem sad.” Noah pouted.  “What did I say?”

“Ah, no.” You shook your head.  “It’s not you! I just feel a little overwhelmed, maybe? You just seem so together. I’m just starting out.”

“I mean, I’m only 22.” Noah laughed.  “I’m still learning too.”

You grunted as you sipped your chai.  He was a bit younger than you. It was less than a year, but still, you felt envious.

“However...” Noah bit his lip.  “...you’re quite a distraction for me.  I realize that if I don’t get my daily dose of Y/N, I may lose track of my goals permanently.”

You coughed to hide your snort of laughter.  “Is this your way of saying you want to hang out more?”

“Absolutely.” Noah grinned at you and you returned it.  “I’m going to this pool party on Saturday.  Would you like to come? You can bring your brother and a few friends...”

“Sure,” You nodded.  “There’s a few dudes and dudettes that work part-time at the shop.  If it’s after hours, I can bring them too.”

“Yeah, it starts at like 8pm and goes to like 5 in the morning.  It’s supposed to be a dance party slash pool party slash cocktail extravaganza.” Noah laughed.  “Plus, I heard a few really cool people might be there like the cast of my last film.  It would be great to introduce you.”

“Are you sure you want a girl like me on your arm?” You teased.  

“I wouldn’t want anyone else...” Noah leaned over, lifted your hand and kissed it.

You could feel yourself swooning and knew in an instant that he were falling for him.

When you returned to the store, you were greeted by a very excited Xavier. He was almost ready to jump up and down when you entered the store.  You made a weird face as you waited for him to explain.

“That Noah guy recently got mega famous.  He was cast in two Netflix films and is basically the white hottie of Instagram.”

“Oh wow,” You nodded to yourself. “No wonder he’s so knowledgeable.”

“Y/N, don’t you know what this means?” Xavier looked like he wanted to scream.  “If you get with this guy, we’ll be in the in-crowd! This will be our big break.”

“Woah, woah, woah.” You said quickly.  “That sounds like I’m using him.  Xav, he’s a great guy. I really like him.”

“Do you not want to be published? Recognized? Rewarded? Think about the looks on our parents faces when they see that sending us to Hollywood was not for naught.” Xavier used hand gestures to show the grandiosity of his ideas.

You made a deep sigh.  “Of course, I do! I just...I really like him.”

“Even better,” Xavier said with a smile as he put his arm around you.  “Then you’re just networking...that’s all.”

“Networking...not using...is that what you’re saying?” You repeated it to yourself. “I guess...”

“That’s my girl!” Xavier snapped his fingers happily.  “Now, when do we meet him...”

You hesitated to tell him about the party on Saturday.  However, the more you thought about it, the less worried you felt.  You did have feelings for Noah, it did not hurt to take advantage of his connections.

Noah met you, Xavier and one of your other co-workers, Andrea, outside. He was in baggy swim trunks that were low enough to show his chiseled hips and impressive core.  You tried not to drool, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed by your monokini under your see-through cover up.  Noah greeted you warmly, putting an arm around you.

“Hello kiss?” He asked sweetly, making you smile.

You extended your cheek in response and he gave you a light peck.  Then he turned to your group as you introduced them.  You walked into the party, and started to see the familiar faces of the cast of To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before. After Xavier told you Noah was famous, you decided to look him up, and the guest list of the party was like all of the related actors on Noah’s Google Search.

He introduced you to Lana and her boyfriend first and you were in awe of her beauty.  She was so down-to-earth, but she also had this respectable air about her.  You pointed out your brother and Andrea for her to meet as Noah pulled you to meet the rest of his friends and co-workers.

At one point, Noah pulls you to the bar and offers to get you a drink.  You pick something light, deciding not to get sloppy drunk in front of the guy you liked. He got a beer and you both turned to watch the party.  You were a bit away from the speakers which allowed you to talk a bit more. 

Suddenly, Noah pulls out his phone and reads a text message that makes his brows furrow.  He excuses himself and runs over to Lana.  She clearly looked upset and was gesturing towards you and also towards Xavier and Andrea.

Oh no... You thought as you pulled out your phone and texted Xavier.

Y/N: Tell me you didn’t do something stupid!!!!!

Xavier:  Nope! I was just talking to Lana about my music....

Y/N: She looks pissed.  You didn’t ask her for anything, right?

Xavier: Oh man...I had a few shots and I think I might have mentioned how glad I was that you’re dating up by dating Noah...

Y/N: WHAT?!

Before you could chastise Xavier further, Noah and Lana walked up to you.  

Lana spoke first.

“Can I just say I’m really disappointed?  You seem like such a nice girl, but clearly if you and your brother and his friend are here to use Noah, you are not as nice as you seem...” Lana’s lips were tight with anger.

“Stepbrother...” You said sheepishly.  “Look, I’m not proud of what Xavier said, but he means well.”

“Does he?” Lana asked. “Does he know what it’s like to grind and hope and work and pray for an opportunity only to have people try to attain the same success on your coat tails? It’s one thing to come to a function like this for that, but to toy with Noah’s heart...that is unforgivable.”

“Lana, you have every right to be upset. I’m sorry.” You looked at Noah who was looking at you sadly this whole time. “Noah, can we talk, please?”

He nodded and you apologized to Lana again before he pulled you inside of the house that was hosting the party.  He pulled you into a small bedroom after a few failed attempts at finding your own space. Clearly, the house was meant for hooking up not break-up-before-you-even-started-chats. At this point, you were crying and once you were inside the room, you struggled to compose yourself

“Noah...” You exhaled a shaky breath.  “I swear, when I contacted you I had no idea who you were.  When we talked all this week, through text and on the phone and on our dates, I was not trying to use you.  Even after I knew you were famous, I was convinced that if I really liked you, then it wouldn’t be a problem if Xavier and I tried to network.  Although it was Xavier who planted the idea in my head I need to own up to it and--”

Noah lurched forward and hugged you tightly.  You were so shocked and overwhelmed that you began to weep. He rubbed your back as you let it out before he stepped back.

“I know.” Noah nodded.  “Lana means well.  She knows how much I like you and really doesn’t want me to get hurt.  At the same time, she knows that I’m not an idiot.  If I tell her that I trust you, then she will trust you too.”

“You believe me?” You asked with a sniffle.

“Of course, Y/N.  Look, I can tell that you’re into me.  I’m into you too and I want us to continue to date.” Noah smiled, “And for the record, I am happy to support your and your brother’s dreams.  Just be honest with me! I’ll read your scripts, and if I think they are good, which I am sure they are, I’ll connect you with some people who maybe interested. Hell, I might even audition for a role or two if you’ll have me...”

“I’d love that!” You said excitedly.  “But even if you don’t do that...I want to work hard in my own right to earn being by your side.”

“You are already too good to stand by my side.” Noah grinned.  “Let’s grow together, okay?”

“Okay...” You leaned in and looked at him with sultry eyes.  “So, uh, since we’re in this private room...”

“Yeah?” Noah asked, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close.

“Well, I guess that was technically our first fight so we need to make up, right?” You suggested.

“I like where this is going.” Noah smirked.

“Then kiss me.” You said as your lips were almost at his lips.  

And he did.  He lifted you in his arms and kissed you like his life depended on it. You would reprimand Xavier and make it up to Lana later...right now, all you could think about was Noah and his soft kisses.

Fin

[tenswrld]

music to my ears

mark lee drabble bc i love him and this photo just

no matter how many times you heard it, you would never get tired of the sound of mark’s laugh.

even if he slapped your shoulder a little too hard while doing so, the way he apologized through a fit of giggles made it seem like nothing.

sometimes he laughed too hard that he could barely get through his story, but you could wait for hours if it meant you could see his face light up with happiness over and over again.

***

“mark, if you keep laughing so loud the other members are going to come tell you to shut up,” you chucked, trying to cover his mouth with your hand.

he pried your hand off of his mouth and intertwined his fingers with yours. “sorry, sorry. this movie is just so dumb. but i’ll try to shut up, my bad.”

you rubbed your thumb against his hand and looked at him fondly. “no, it’s okay. i like hearing you laugh.”

he frantically placed his hands against his cheeks as a way to cool the warmth that crept up his face. “stop, you’ll make me blush,” he whined.

you shook your head and laid it against his shoulder, laughing. “whatever. let’s finish this movie already, there’s no reason for me to see noah centineo for so long.”

“now imagine if he heard you say that...” mark shook his head and chuckled. “so rude.”

———

a/n: didn’t mean to diss noah centineo there oops also don’t even really like this whatever

[probably-writing-x]

The unknown one. Vol.1

~Gif is not my own~

~A Noah Centineo AU series~

Inspiration: The boy next door cliché always seemed to happen in movies. But when this boy moved in to the house beside yours, he seemed willing to discover more than you wanted him to know.

Warnings: None for this part x

The air was warm and muggy on this summer morning. There was no comfortable breeze and the heat was starting to become irritating after eight weeks of the same weather. Summer hadn't been forgiving- with burning concrete floors and cool pools becoming a constant escape, you were excited for the anticipated autumnal days. Though, in this scorching sun, hot chocolates and warm fires sounded like a first world hell. They had to remain as a distant dream for now.

"Alright, come on buddy," You chuckle, letting your dog off the leash as he instantly bounds up to the front door. His black curls flung carelessly over his body, ears flapping up and down with every step.

Reaching for your keys in your pocket, your eyes unknowingly wander to the house beside your own. The bold 'for sale' sign had been taken down to leave a muddy patch in the neatened grass and there had been the appearance of a family every so often that you assumed would become your new neighbours. They seemed nice enough - Two parents with a girl and a boy, one slightly older than you and one who seemed the same age, respectively. Of course, you'd be polite to them, but you liked to keep your house private from the rest and that is how it would stay.

"I'm back!" You exclaim as soon as you enter your home.

It was furnished simply with the main recognisable feature being the photos on top of photos that scattered the walls of all the rooms. Through the ages, your family were held in these walls because their photos held enough memories to bring it all to life in your head. Normally, you would pass an old photo and conjure up a story from it in your head - sometimes choosing to write it down to refuse to let it go.

"Are we going shopping today?" Your brother, Leo, hurries down the stairs with hopefulness echoing in his eyes.

"Yeah, you need to get some school stuff, right?" You respond, walking through to the kitchen to get some food for Bolt, the dog that circled your ankles in excitement. Much like his animated namesake, Bolt was named after the white flash of colour that darted across his chest, and you soon realised that his name echoed in his spritely personality.

"Yeah, I need a bag and new shoes and-" Leo stops when he notices the tired and defeated look on your face, "Well, I don't need them."

"We'll get what we can, yeah?" You push yourself up to stand from the balls of your feet on which you crouched, walking over to your brother and pressing a kiss to his curly locks.

His face brightens with a toothy grin before he's running off once more to get ready to leave.

Days usually felt like this, with no time for rest or to relax. Perhaps those autumn cosy nights weren't only limited by the heat that warmed these streets.

You chose to get changed before you left, pulling your hair out of your face and opting for an outfit of a crop top with shorts and flip flops- the true image of summer. Your mind was already creating the story- the young girl caught in summer heat, and perhaps a summer love.

Soon enough, you and Leo were heading back out of the house, locking up and descending the stairs towards your car.

"Hey, hey, excuse me," An unknown voice yells from somewhere behind you.

Leo, completely oblivious, clambers into the car without a second thought. You are left to turn on your heels and acknowledge the presence behind you. The voice had come from a tall, fairly muscular boy of about your age. He had brown hair that fell in light curls in its slightly styled way and a sharp bine structure to his mature face. You would define him in writing as every way handsome as a man could be purely based on looks. Though, you hadn't made that judgement completely yet.

"Can you help me with my key please?" He sighs, running the back of his arm over his sweat touched forehead.

"Oh, yeah, sure," You nod, holding your hand out to take the key from him.

"My family and I are moving in here and it's the first time I've actually been to the house on my own," He explains with a slightly deepened voice, one that sounded more mature than any of the other boys in your now senior year of high school, "So I have no idea what I'm doing,"

"These keys can be a bit of a pain, you've got to-" You stop, pushing down the handle with some force before turning the key and opening the door, "Just do that,"

The boy behind you looks slightly dumbfounded at what you saw as a simple action.

"Put the key in, give the handle a push down, turn the key and then put a bit of force into opening the door," You explain, handing his key back to him, "It was nice to meet you,"

Your words seemed polite but, really, they felt a bit rehearsed to you. It couldn't really be said that you had 'met' him when you'd not even acknowledged his name.

"I'm Noah," He calls after you as you are already on your way to your car, "By the way,"

Turning around quickly, you wave in his direction before getting into your car.

"Okay, I guess you don't have a name," He mumbles to himself, finding his eyes trailing back to you as your car drives out of his view.

You didn't really give him a second thought. And maybe there was a slight guilt for doing that.

~~~

Shopping, though tiring, was successful. You managed to find a few bargains to keep Leo supplied for his new year at middle school, his first year actually. Leo was 11 now and you were going into your senior year, making you 17. So, to you, him starting school mattered more than you doing the same thing.

"What's for dinner, (Y/N)?" Leo asks, walking into the kitchen and washing his hands.

"Aww, are you gonna help me?" You raise your brows, opening the cupboards to search for some available food.

Leo doesn't need to respond as he hops himself up onto the counter top and watches you rummage around the kitchen.

"Alright we've got leftovers... Or nothing," You sigh, knowing a food shop had to be your next priority.

Before your dinner conversation can continue, there's an enthusiastic knock at the door.

Bolt is already spinning in circles at the hallway, letting out an occasional bark as you and Leo head over.

When you open it, the family from next door are all stood there. The parents, the older girl, and the handsome boy from earlier.

"Hello lovelies," The mother beams, "Well, we just moved in next door and we wanted to come and introduce ourselves,"

"Oh, yeah, hi," You smile, "It's nice to meet you. I'm (Y/n), and this is my brother Leo... And that's Bolt," You chuckle as Bolt bounds in circles around them all.

"Ahh it's lovely to meet you, I'm Greg, this is Kellee," The older man explains, "This is our eldest Taylor, and this young man is Noah. Were the Centineo's,"

You smile politely as each of them are introduced.

"So, are your parents home?" Kellee asks, inquisitively looking into the house that was open behind you.

"No they're-" Leo begins, always one to never shield the truth.

"Not home at the minute, they'll be back in a couple of weeks," You interject, resting a hand across Leo's shoulders, "Busy with work,"

The parents of the family nod in response and Taylor holds out a plastic container of food to you, "I made a lasagne for you, just heat it up and it should be good to eat,"

"Thank you!" Leo grins, taking the dish from her.

The family bid you farewell and begin to head back to their own home as Leo and Bolt dash back into the kitchen. Noah hangs back slightly, turning to face you when he's on the bottom step in front of your house.

"You go to Bergemont?" He asks, referring to the local high school that you and the majority of the town attended.

"Yeah, just about to start senior year," You nod, hand holding the door and anticipating the moment when you could close it.

"I'll see you there," He smiles in response, "And it's nice to know you do have a name, (Y/N)."

A uncontrollable blush crawls onto your cheeks because this boy appeared to have all the confidence in the world stuffed into those muscular arms and those piercing eyes and that was something you had never held. And, for some reason unbeknownst to you, you found yourself watching Noah all the way until he reached his house. And you even smiled to yourself when he tried to get the door open with his key and failed, opting to knock on the door until one of his relatives opened it. Now he was the one that was blushing, fearful of you seeing him embarrass himself, but smirking because he knew you'd watched.

That family seemed nice and the smell of fresh lasagne was already warming these walls. But, sadly, they were just another family you'd lied to and another one who you didn't want to know the truth...

(So this is a new AU series I'm going to be starting, hope you like how it has begun. Obviously the depictions of Noah's family are completely fictional but they don't play too much of a big part in the story. Please give me any feedback you have and any questions. And if you have any ideas for a story, please let me know)

[thirstaidkitpodcast]

THIRST AID KIT | S3E01 | TO THE ONLY BOY WE EVER LOVED

YOU KNOW WE HAD TO DO IT — PETER KAVINSKY, FIRST OF HIS NAME, DRINKER OF YAKULT AND KOMBUCHA, MOVER OF THE POPCORN, BASHFUL HOT TUB WATER-SPLASHER, CHIN SCAR-TOTING, WRITER OF NOTES, PROM KING OF OUR ADOLESCENT LOINS, SEASON THREE OPENER THIRST OBJECT,

WE SALUTE YOU.

Look, it was patently clear there could be no other Thirst Object to kick off our third season, because no one owned the summer quite like Peter Kavinsky and To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before did. In this episode, we take a long look at why and how he (and the actor who plays him, Noah Centineo) is so hot. Consider:

Consent is sexy (right down to a physical contract if need be!)

Tender vulnerability? NOTHING HOTTER, BRUH

That whole... Baby-Ruffalo Vibe? EFFECTIVE, SIS

Like, are you fucking kidding me right now

But then we also looked at the movie as a whole. A big part of why the film works so well is because of the source material aka the books written by Jenny Han. We spoke about her creation, and the importance of the casting remaining true to the books, and what it means that Lara Jean is half-Korean, and that she looks looks like Lana Condor and how important it is that she looks and acts like an actual teenage girl in the year of our lord 2018. 

And speaking of that, there was no implicit shaming of Lara Jean in TATBILB, on anything. She did not radically change in order to make herself more “worthy” of Peter Kavinsky’s (or anyone’s) love. Her boundaries were respected, and shifted and grew right along with her, always in concert with herself alone. You can have fun within clearly set boundaries! THIS IS NOT DIFFICULT!

We also touched on the teen movie canon as a whole, and so many other things, not least the absolute truth that the best romantic comedy/fanfic trope in all of the world is the fake relationship trope and you don’t have to argue with us; take it up with your parental figure. 

Naturally, we also brought back the best segment in the whole wide world, Fanfic Wars, interpreted two very different ways this week, so strap in, thirst-buckets!

You can listen to the whole beautiful episode RIGHT HERE (more links to listen are down below).

SOME STUFF TO WATCH AND READ, IF YOU LIKE!

This op-ed from Jenny Han on the importance of Lara Jean’s “spirit” (read: ethnicity) remaining intact

This Noah story that killed us dead

Jenny Han made Lana and Noah and the TATBILB cast recreate some iconic movie bits and the results are uneven but adorable

This piece by our pal, Hannah Giorgis, on this trope’s endless appeal

We’re not quite here, but we see the appeal of Old Aidan, bless

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[cent-noah]

200 followers challenge

Whoa whoa whoa... What is that? I didn’t even notice when I hit the 200 followers mark and I’m so excited! Thank you all so much for that. It’s all too crazy for my comprehension. 

So, to celebrate it in the best way possible... How about a fluff challenge featuring the adorable Noah Centineo?

How?

You can choose between Noah himself or any of his characters;

This has to be fluff;

NSFW is allowed if you’re comfortable writing it;

Choose up to 2 sentences from the list below;

Send me a message saying which sentence you’ve chosen and which character;

More than one person can choose the same sentence;

Tag me in the post;

Min. of 1,000 words.

When?

You have until January 10th to finish it, so a little over a month. You can do it!!!!

Sentences

"Aw, you're so cute"

"Wait, no. Don't take kissing away from me"

"Oh, you've started stealing my socks now?"

"You owe me a kiss"

"You promised me a cookie!"

"Did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?"

"I love you"

"That was, by far, the stupidest thing you've ever done"

“I wish we could stay like this forever.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Can I kiss you right now?”

“You’re cute when you’re angry.”

“We’d make such a cute couple.”

“It’s lonely here without you.”

“Are you flirting with me?”

“Is that my shirt?”

“They’re going to love you, don’t worry!”

“Stop hogging all the blankets!���

“Oh, Are you ticklish?”

“I couldn’t be happier”

“You have something in your hair”

“You can call me whenever you want to... Even when you don’t have a reason to.”

“I wouldn’t wanna fight you. You’re pretty feisty.”

“I’m flattered you’re jealous.”

“If I kiss you right now, I won’t be able to stop.”

[wintrcaptn]

Masterlist

Updated : 12/01/18                                                                              

Helpful Tips : 1. FSM - Fake Social Media   2. * - NSFW 

Sebastian Stan//Bucky Barnes

Series : It’s Complicated  +  Unfold  + You Are The Reason + The Unexpected

One Shots/Drabbles : Rumors  +  Broken  +   Oceans  +   Wildfire  +  Faking It  + Meant To Be + Written In The Stars + Letting Go  +

Imagines : FSM Sebastian Showing You Off  +  FSM Being Shipped W/ Seb  +  Disney Marathon w/ Bucky  +  ACE Comic Con  + FSM Dating Sebastian Stan 1 + FSM Sebastian Showing off his daughter + Sebastian on Jimmy Kimmel

Chris Evans//Steve Rogers

Series : My Best Friends Brother  + Unforgettable (w/Sebastian Stan)

One Shots/Drabbles : Hurricane + La Vie En Rose + Clueless + Just One + Nothing To Hide + Champagne Kisses + Show Me

Imagines : FSM Flirty Relationship  +  FSM Gender Reveal  +  Waking Up Naked  +  FSM Disneyland w/ Chris&son  +  Seeing Chris at an Airport  + Yours & Steve’s House + Uberpool + FSM Big Summer Blowout +  FSM Roadtrip + Rumors + Halloween

Headcanon : Birthday Sex*  +

Tom Holland//Peter Parker

Series : What We Choose  +

Imagines : Can’t Keep His Eyes Off You  +  FSM Having A Daughter  +  FSM First Date  +  FSM Being Young and Having a baby w/ Tom  + FSM Dating Tom 1 +  FSM Best Friend who loves photography

Tom Hiddleston//Loki

One Shots/Drabbles : Surrender + Comic Con

Imagines : FSM Engagement  + 

Chris Hemsworth//Thor

Imagines : The Only One Thor Loves  +  

Erik Killmonger

Imagines : FSM Dating Erik  +

Ryan Reynolds//Wade Wilson

One Shots/Drabbles : Taking Care of Wade  +

Chris Pratt//Peter Quill//Owen Grady

One Shots/Drabbles : Midnight + Alpha

Clint Barton

One Shots/Drabbles : Only +

Aaron Taylor-Johnson//Pietro Maximoff

Imagines : Aaron is in love w/ you +

FP Jones

Series : Sweet Addiction*  +

One Shots/Drabbles : Time  +

Imagines : Realizing He’s In Love W/ You  +  FSM Dating FP*

Sweet Pea

One Shot/Drabbles : The Bet  +

Jensen Ackles//Dean Winchester

Series : Come To This + The Wrong Number

One Shot/Drabbles : Realize + Forbidden  + Comic-Con +

Imagines : FSM Best Friends w/ Jensen  + Scary Movie Marathon

Jared Padalecki//Sam Winchester

Headcanon : After Sex +

Joseph Morgan//Klaus Mikaelson

Imagines : Klaus Overhears your Conversation  +

Draco Malfoy

Imagines : Consumed  + 

Fred Weasley

One Shot/Drabble : Glances  + Sparks Fly

Theseus Scamander

One Shot/Drabble : Out Of Bounds

Noah Centineo//Peter Kavinsky

One Shots/Drabbles : Take My Hand + Promise + The Only Exception  +

Imagines : Peter realizing he’s in love w/ you + FSM Best Friends w/ Noah + Imagine Noah’s reaction when he lets slip he likes you

Harrison Ford//Han Solo

One Shots/Drabbles : Realize +

Imagines : FSM w/ Nick Jonas  + FSM w/ Brendon Urie + FSM w/ Shawn Mendes

[heartthrobcityimagine]

Masterlist

Who Is This??:

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven (Part One)

Part Seven (Part Two)

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Noah Centineo/ Peter Kavinsky/Jamey: Imagines/One shot Requests (OPEN):

You’re Beautiful

Perfectly You

Nightmare

Drabble Requests (OPEN): 

85. “ I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.”