Break my heart, Covey. Break my heart into a thousand pieces. Do whatever you want.
To All the Boys: P.S. I Still Love You (2020) Dir. Michael Fimognari
a/n: so i did a thing because noah centineo and his easy charm, prolific mind and gorgeous eyes won’t leave my consciousness. also, those new bed pics. WHEW. i love feedback so tell me what you think. also my asks are open… :)
word count: 1329 | warnings: gets a bit steamy.
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He’s doing his best to stay awake. His thick voice laced with fatigue as his pronunciation becomes weaker, lazier. That voice is one of your favorite sounds, the sleepy, undulation of his tone. Despite being half asleep, he’s reading with relative speed and quite seamlessly, a pause here and there, when his eyes become too heavy and suddenly he’s overcome by his own exhaustion. You’re curled up loosely at his side, your hand lightly playing in his soft curls.
a/n: some of you may dislike the ending as its a bit of a cliffhanger. i couldn’t make up my mind. may write a second part to this one. feedback is glorious + nourishing fruit.
summary: noah + the new costar who hates him get stuck in a precarious situation. costar’s faceclaim is the beautiful zazie beetz.
word count: 2638
warnings: none
You couldn’t really place it. You didn’t know what it was about him, or the general idea of him, that you found so untoward and irritating. You had enough self-awareness to realize that it may be the complete makings of your own neurosis and natural distrust but you just couldn’t shake it.
Everyone positively loved him. He had the cast and crew practically eating out of his hands. The girls in hair and makeup laughed at all his silly, menial jokes. The director showered him with compliments and tempered direction. Your co-stars would retell stories from the nights you went to bed early about some stupid prank he pulled on someone.