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simplyclary · 7 months

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What I Love About You: An Incomplete List of Things That I Love About Taylor Zakhar Perez

This is going to be a mix of prose and a list, so a mix of Henry and Alex (if you know, you know). This is also gonna be a forever incomplete list because the more I get to know Taylor, the more I fall in love with him and there's always something about him that surprises me every day.

These are also purely descriptive but somehow, the words, similes and metaphors that I use in this is perfectly apt for the way I feel. So take that however you wish.

With that said, here we go...on to the long list.... (Read at your own time, please.)

His beautiful brown eyes that's the color of chocolate that transforms into whiskey when struck by daylight.

His eyelashes that's as long as Bambi's and it frames his dark eyes like the petals of a flower.

His soft yet lethal smile that never fails to make my heart flutter.

His thick dark hair filled with lush curls and somehow always looks both tousled and coiffed to perfection.

His jawline that seems to be perfectly cut that it could slice an apple. (It's mesmerizing to look at, if I feel like being honest)

His physique that could battle Tom Holland and Chris Hemsworth (I swear, someone put him in a superhero movie and I will surely be watching it!)

His deep voice that is pure music to my ears. (One of the main reasons that I rewatch The Kissing Booth 2 is to hear him sing.)

The captivating way his fingers strum the strings of a guitar (I only saw him do this in TKB 2, but still).

His adventurous and nature-loving spirit (A day with him is probably deadly for an introvert like me because he adores adventurous stuff, but hey, I would honestly do it just to spend time with him).

His passion for fashion sustainability (I love that he talks about this on his social media accounts and informs his followers about the effects of synthesized fabrics to the planet).

His fashion sense and the way he can turn even the plainest piece of clothing into a masterpiece (Like that denim blue jacket in RWRB is still one of my most favorite Alex looks).

The way he walks as if the entire world is his fashion runway (Like I swear, Taylor has a way of walking that makes you think that a sidewalk is the fashion catwalk).

The way he slays various types of jewelry (I was never attracted to men wearing jewelry before but something about the way he combines like a necklace with a couple of bracelets and rings is slaying).

His love and care for his family (He is a family-oriented person and I love that so much).

The tight bond he keeps with his friends and co-stars (Like I love how he keeps in touch with Nicholas, Joey and Maisie even after their projects).

His dedication to character work and understanding his characters (He read the RWRB book 7-8 times to fully understand Alex Claremont-Diaz, like that is DEDICATION!!).

The mere fact that he is a bookworm (Taylor is probably one of those people who can read multiple books at once while still able to remember every storyline of each book, which leaves me awestruck because I cannot do that).

His sense of humor and wit that always makes me laugh (His replies to people on social media and sometimes, his captions are filled with puns, which is hilarious to me and I always enjoy reading them. Also when he uses that filter that makes his eyes pop out, hilarious!).

When he portrayed a douche in "1Up" but I couldn't fully hate that character because of him (Like, how could I possibly hate Taylor? I have no reason to. He could portray the vilest of villains and I would still love that character).

How he manages to stay optimistic and how he always protects his peace (Optimism is what we need in today's world, folks!)

His creativity (Like have you seen his tiktoks and videos on Instagram? They slay!!)

He's a big Potterhead (Taylor's read all the books multiple times, ate the candies and sweets featured in the series. He probably has a collection of Harry Potter items at his house).

The way he just does not have any bad angles in photos (He's photogenic from every angle, to be completely honest).

His kindness and openness to fans (his fan encounters are always such a gem to see and it honestly melts my heart).

The way he doesn't let haters and rumors bother him (This is one of the secrets to success in the industry, I guess!)

He's goal-oriented and knows what he wants (I have a feeling he's selective to what projects he pursues and products he advertises because he really knows what he wants to put out in the world).

He knows his values and what he stands for (He lost followers on IG because of posting about his supply chain trips but he didn't let that stop him from continuing to post about them).

His compassionate and loving heart (I won't say more).

His determination to use his platform for good things (He's that kind of influencer and I really love that).

His love for his characters, regardless of how similar or different they are to his own personality.

How fans have no bad things to say about him (Really, ask any TZP fan and they will say no bad things about him).

So...it's kind of ironic how I ended at 31, considering that is Taylor's age but hey, we're not gonna talk about how old he looks because to be honest, he always manages to look younger than he is (I honestly thought he was 27 to 28 in RWRB).

This is the incomplete list of things I love about Taylor Zakhar Perez. Other than what is stated here, I will continue to love him for plenty more reasons, some I cannot even put into words because sometimes, he just renders me speechless.

Feel free to let me know what would you add to my list of things that I love about TZP or if you have your own list of things that you love about him because let's be honest, what's not to love about the one and only Taylor Zakhar Perez?

All my love and Buenas Noches!

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xoxoavenger · 9 months

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Wildest Dreams

pairing: Marco Peña x Fem!Reader

summary: Say you'll see me again Even if it's just (pretend, just pretend) in your wildest dreams

word count: 2937

warnings: I made the characters all in college bc high school grosses me out, mentions of sex, cheating

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When Marco came to LACD, it was clear that he was a hot commodity. But it was also clear that he was more interested in the flirting than the actual getting together. To every rule, however, there was an exception.

Y/N liked to think of herself as an exception, but if she was being honest she knows that it barely counts. They're not dating. They're not together.

But waking up next to him in the hotel in San Diego tells her something completely different.

He wanted to get away, to be free from the gawking eyes at school from being new or being, as Elle so graciously announced, a 'snack.' So, he told Y/N to pack clothes and picked her up before class. She should have known then that Marco had planned something, that he never picked her up for class as to ward off rumors that were already running rampant through LACD. So she couldn't exactly say that she was surprised when Marco drove right past the school exit.

"Where are we going?" She asked, looking over to him as he drove. She wished she could say she had gotten used to his jawline, his curls, the way his shirts hugged the muscles of his biceps, but she knew by now that his looks was something she would never get over. Her heart skipped a beat every time he looked at her.

"It's a surprise." He turns to her with his 'heart-break' smile, and she tries not to melt. From his smile before he turns back to he road, it's obvious she was in a puddle on the seat.

"What are you doing, Marco?" She asks, leaning over to put her head on his shoulder. It was uncomfortable over the center console, but when he turned and kissed the top of her head, she knew it was worth it. He reached over and grabbed her hand from her lap, the brush of his fingertips on her thigh making her heart race.

Back in the present, she watched Marco's eyelids flicker before he slowly opened his eyes, then closed them and pulled the arm he had around her tight. She giggled quietly as she slid across the bed and into his arms.

"Marco," She whispers, but he moves his body to be practically covering hers now and kisses the top of her head before snuggling back into the mattress.

"Shhh," He slurs, his body going slack once more. "I didn't get us a nice hotel for you to wake up at dawn." She lets him go back to sleep, running her fingers through his hair and kissing his head.

"What if," She starts, feeling him shuffle against her in annoyance. "We do something much more fun than sleeping." She feels him go stiff against her, and she actually laughs when he puts both arms around her and pulls her up and against his lips. She opens her mouth to remind him that she hasn't brushed her teeth, but he takes this as an invitation.

He puts a hand behind her neck and shifts to move completely on top of her, the arm behind her back holding him up.

This is going to kill her. Marco Peña is going to kill her.

"Still coming over tonight?" Y/N asks lowly as Marco opens his locker, right next to hers. It's how they met in the first place.

"Tonight?" He asks, pausing for a second. She shuts her locker and turns to him, where he's partially blocked by his own locker.

"Yes," She checks her watch just to make sure she's not the one who's confused. "It's Wednesday." Every Wednesday her dad was always gone pulling a double shift, so they had the place to themselves. And she hadn't seen Marco after school in awhile, but she also hasn't had time to ask him about it.

"Shit," His head falls, chin dipping into his chest as his curls fall into his face. His lips are in a tight line.

"What?" She asks. She can't see him, but she can tell he's not moving so she slams his locker closed.

"I, uh," He shakes his head and looks over to her, guilt clouding his face. It makes her angry, the fact that he's about to ditch her.

"Marco," She starts, ready to talk him out of whatever he's doing. It has to do with why he's blown her off every day this week. He's always nice about it, but she still feels hurt. He's told her he'll make it up to her, though, so she's holding out hope.

"Listen, I have to help Elle with something." He starts, and she simply blinks at his sorry excuse.

"Elle Evans?" Y/N remembers Elle from the first week of classes, when she broadcasted to the entire school how hot she thought Marco was. Y/N had thought that she was dating Noah, who was a year older than them, but perhaps they had broken up.

"I'll make it up to you I promise." It's exactly what he's been saying for days, which pisses her off to no end.

"Sure." She smiles with thin lips and nods, turning and walking away. It's clear she's not happy with him.

"Y/N, wait!" He yells through the hall, which only makes her walk faster.

"Marco, hey!" Elle is next to him in a second, blocking his path as he tries to catch up with Y/N, who is rapidly disappearing from view.

"Elle, I've gotta go," He pushes past her, feeling bad but not bad enough to stop himself.

"Just real quick," She grabs his arm to stop him, and he's never wanted to hit a girl until this moment.

"I really have to-"

"I think we should pull a double tonight." She's smiling, and Marco knows she's hoping he'll agree since he already agreed to the ridiculous schedule, but he feels no remorse as he shakes his head.

"I actually can't come on Wednesdays." He tells her, and Elle looks shocked.

"What?" She has the audacity to look pissed, and Marco tries not to roll his eyes. "You said you would help, you promised-"

"I need my own time and Wednesdays are important to me." He doesn't allow her to get in his way again, just goes around her and follows where he hoped Y/N went, since she's long gone even with his height advantage.

"Marco!" He hears Elle call, but he doesn't turn, just pushes through students going to class. He turns down corridors and runs through people, but he can't find her. It's almost like she disappeared. So, he takes out his phone and texts her, knowing that there's now way she blocked him that quickly.

see u tonight at 5

It's not long before she texts back.

thought u had plans.

He winces at the use of a period, clearly indicating she was pissed off.

i told u i'd make it up to u, didn't i???

that u did see u at 5

He smiles, glad he's figured it out. Elle is blowing up his phone, but he tucks it away as he heads for class. He'll deal with his partner later.

For weeks, Marco keeps his promise to both girls. He practices with Elle, even on weekends which annoys the shit out of Y/N. He doesn't practice at all on Wednesday to be with Y/N, which annoys the shit out of Elle. And he no longer has any free time, which annoys the shit out of Marco. So everyone is annoyed, but everyone is happy.

Except they all get less and less happy the longer this arrangement goes on.

Elle is confused because she starts to have feelings for Marco but she's dating Noah still, but God Marco's hands on her waist and their chests heaving together as they dance and the smiles they share - it's not all in her head, she knows.

Y/N is confused because she's starting to realize that more and more people are asking her about Marco, and she simultaneously figures out that she does like Marco more than just fuck buddies. But she has no idea how Marco feels about it, and she's terrified to ask him, so she pretends it's fine when he kisses her to sleep on Wednesdays.

Marco is confused because he doesn't know what he wants. Elle has a boyfriend, and Y/N doesn't think of him as more than a fuck buddie, so he doesn't know what to do. All he can do is continue his arrangement with both girls and hope for the best.

"You're coming to my competition this Saturday, right?" Marco asks as they lay in her bed. She's cuddled into his side, him running a hand up and down her back as he stares at the ceiling.

"What competition?" She asks, causing him to freeze. "I'm joking. Of course I'm coming. I would never miss it." She mutters eyes closing as she starts to fall asleep.

"Have you heard what people are saying?" Marco speaks softly, and her eyes open wide as she realizes exactly what he's about to say. "About us?" She thinks about lying for a second, but she can't bring herself to. She knows that they need to talk about it, and he brought it up anyway.

"Yeah." She brings her hand up to rub against his chest, causing him to continue his movement against her back. "What do you think?" She whispers, scared to talk too loud.

"I think people have nothing better to do than start rumors." His response makes her deflate a bit, sad that he didn't bring up anything about their relationship.

"I thought we left that to the teenagers." She mutters with a small laugh.

"Yeah." He agrees, and she closes her eyes once more, trying to soothe her racing heart. "What do you think?" He says it so softly she almost doesn't hear it.

"About the rumors?" She's buying time, knowing that she doesn't want to speak. She feels him nod, so she takes a deep breath. "I think most of the time, people start rumors based on what they see." She stops moving her hand and keeps her eyes closed, breathing regulated to not give away the fast beating of her heart.

"I agree." He finally says, which makes her stiffen.

"Okay." She whispers, wide awake now.

"I want to do this the right way." He tells her, and she's not sure what that means, but it sounds good. "So, after my competition, we'll talk more. Is that okay?" She's not sure why he wants to wait until this weekend, but she nods anyway and falls asleep contently against him.

Ironically enough, she ends up sitting next to Noah Flynn at the competition. And although she usually doesn't talk to strangers, she's too hopped up on nerves for Marco to keep quiet.

"Are you Elle's boyfriend?" She asks, even though she knows exactly who Noah is. He smiles politely.

"I am. Came to surprise her." She awes and he nods, his smile a little more genuine.

"I'm Y/N." She introduces, and his eyes widen in recognition.

"You're Marco's girlfriend." She opens her mouth to correct him, but she doesn't, because she doesn't want to explain it all now.

And she kinda likes the way it sounds.

They watch the entire thing, Marco and Elle at the end of their program. They exchange comments, snuffing their laugher behind their hands. It turns out, Noah is actually a cool dude, despite all the rumors from high school.

When Marco and Elle are called out, they cheer, sitting up and getting ready. Marco hadn't let her see the routine before it started, no matter how much she begged, so when the music started, her heart jumped with excitement.

And then it dropped.

The way Elle and Marco looked at each other, the way he held her, their smiles as everyone cheered, it hurt. The whole time she tried to cheer, push it away and replay her and Marco's conversation from Wednesday. But his reluctance to confess then, his insistence that they wait until after the competition came back to haunt her.

She plasters on a smile and cheers, smiling along with Noah as the song comes to a close, the two pressed close. Y/N knows what's happening before it happens, and she tenses as Elle wraps her arms around Marco's neck and kisses him.

She feels sick.

Noah is already up on her left, so she follows him out the door, tears flowing out of her eyes against her will. She feels stupid, stupid for thinking they could work, for thinking he liked her. She's so deep in her thoughts that she runs straight into Noah.

"Do you need a ride?" He's asking, voice rough with hurt. She thinks about how she came here with Marco, him insisting on driving her so she wouldn't be late. She almost regrets coming here, regrets knowing about the kiss. But would not knowing be better? She can't tell.

"Yeah." Her voice isn't much better, but Noah just nods and takes her to his car. They wordlessly get in, Noah starting the car but not driving.

"I can't believe," She starts, shaking her head and not continuing. She's not sure how Noah feels now, but she can't go off on his girlfriend now. Plus, Marco is at fault as well. It takes two...

"What a piece of shit," Noah says, as if Marco had forced Elle into it. "Sorry," He looks over to her, and she shrugs.

"You're not wrong." She looks out the window as Noah reluctantly pulls out, almost as if he had been waiting for Elle to come find him. But she didn't, so he peels out.

"Where do you wanna go?" He asks, and she takes a deep breath.

"Crest Drive." She tells him, feeling the tears fall freely. She tries not to sniffle, but she doesn't want snot running down her face.

"I'm sorry." Noah says, breaking the silence. They're almost to her house, and she just shakes her head.

"We actually," She turns to him, wiping her eyes. "He's not even my boyfriend. We fucked around, and I got feelings, and he told me he would make it official after this competition, but clearly that was a lie." She laughs with no humor, shaking her head.

"Shit," Noah says, and she turns to him as he pulls onto her road.

"It's the one on the corner down there." She tells him, then takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry." She doesn't know what else to say, and he just nods as he pulls up.

"Take care." He tells her as she opens the door. She nods as she gets out.

"Thanks for the ride." She smiles, waving and unlocking her door. When she's finally alone, she slides down the wall, tears falling as she begins to sob.

She was so stupid. Of course Marco could only be her's in her dreams.

She gets seven calls from Marco before he shows up at her door.

"Please, just let me talk!" He begs as he knocks on her door. She acts like she's not there, thankful her dad wasn't home as well. He eventually leaves, and she cries some more.

Marco can't sleep. All his dreams are of her. And yeah, he usually has dreams of her, but these are different. They become less like wet dreams and a lot more like what he wants in life. He wakes up with her in his arms. And the worst part is, they're taken from his memories. They're real things he lived through and they make him regret kissing Elle even more than he already did. He swears that sometimes, right before he wakes up, he can feel her breath on his chest, her hands gripping his biceps, her hair tickling his neck. He can see her face so clearly it's like she's with him, her lips full and kiss-bitten, her eyes hooded but clear in a way that always entranced him, because how could she be clear headed when he felt like his body was about to explode?

He almost chokes on air when she actual answers his millionth call of the day.

"Please stop." She's not begging, but he can hear the hurt in her voice. It makes him sick to his stomach.

"I'm so sorry, I don't know why I did that-"

"Do you remember that fancy dinner you took me to?" She asks, and he's struck dumb for a moment. He remembers the deep blue dress she wore, the immaculate way her hair was styled, her makeup, the way her nails, painted to match the dress, scratched down his back that night. He remembers every single second of that night, because that was their one and only actual date. He remembers the simple necklace, the way it nestled between her boobs, the way he couldn't take his eyes off her.

"Yeah," His throat is dry as he imagines her the way she was that night, waiting for him in lobby, looking out the windows so the sun framed her body like a painting. He remembers how conflicted he was, wanting to take her dress off but wanting to keep it on at the same time, enjoying the way it framed her body so perfectly.

"Remember me like that, Marco." It's almost a bittersweet tone she's got, and he can imagine the smile she's sporting while tears fall out her eyes. Before he can answer, the telltale beeping noise that he despises sounds from his phone, and he curses as he looks down to see she's hung up on him.

When he calls again, the line doesn't even ring.

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