#Jess Mariano x f!reader

[amongemeraldclouds]

not being romantic

Jess Mariano may be cute, possibly charming, but he is most definitely annoying. He certainly can’t hold a candle to your secret pen pal who’s smart, loves books, and aspires to be an author. Or can he?

Jess Mariano x f!Reader

Warning: no use of y/n, mostly fluff, some angst, cursing, suggestiveness. This fic is set after he left Stars Hollow.

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The cafe buzzed with the rush of customers lined up for their afternoon caffeine fix. Coffee machines droned on churning coffee as sunlight streamed through the windows and the smell of baked goods wafted through the air.

You smirked at Jess Mariano before you called the customer to hand them their drink. You proceeded to add another point to your scoreboard, waving your arm for emphasis. He rolled his eyes at your dramatics and hurried up, adding whipped cream to the drink he was preparing. 

Everything was always a game with him. Who could get the highest amount of tips? Who could guess the new customer's coffee order? Who could make the most convincing foreign accent?

Today’s game was: who could make the fastest coffee order?

“You’ve gotten better,” he observed as you grabbed a cup for the next customer. “Aren’t you glad to have had an incredible instructor like me?”

You scoffed, “more like an incredible loser if you don’t hurry up with that order. Just because you taught me, doesn’t mean I’d go easy on you, Mariano,” you taunt, narrowing your eyes for emphasis.

He shook his head with a smile, “I expected nothing less from you.” He made his way to the other end of the counter to call the customer and handed them their drink.  

Another busy shift flew by and before you knew it, it was time to close down the cafe.

You grabbed the scoreboard, beaming with pride. “I won! You can now call me the Queen of Speed, Barista Extraordinaire. Bow down before your queen.”

Jess looked up from where he was wiping the counter with a flat expression. “I’ll call you the Queen of Clean if you help me with these last few tables?”

You frowned at him and stuck your tongue out, of course he had a whole arsenal of retorts with him at any given moment. You grabbed the towel and disinfectant spray from behind the counter and moved to wipe down the tables. “You’re no fun, but I’ll let it slide since you now owe me a favor.”

“As long as I don’t have to help you dispose of a body then it’s fine,” he replied, eyebrow raised. 

You rolled your eyes, “if I ever need to dispose a body, it would probably be yours.”

“Are you confessing to something you’ll commit? I don’t think that’s very wise.”

“I’m not planning anything,” you sighed, pinching your nose. The conversation was getting more and more off topic by the second. “You, however, will be the dea*h of me.”

“I’ll add you to the waitlist,” he nodded as he set aside the towel and grabbed the key, ready to close for the evening. Of course that wasn't the first time that line was directed at him.

“You’re just trying to avoid what you owe me. Stop deflecting, Mariano,” you accused, heading towards him to return the cleaning materials. “I need your help with my toaster, it stopped working and I can’t afford to get it fixed or replaced. Can you help me with that?”

“Of course, anything for the Queen of Speed,” he replied.

“You forgot Barista Extraordinaire,” you added helpfully.

Jess just shook his head as if to say, I can’t win with you. He fought the smile that threatened to break across his features. Perhaps you too had your own arsenal of comebacks.

With the final turn of the key, the door swung in and you and Jess headed into your tiny apartment. It was a studio that’s three steps away from the kitchen, five steps away from the bathroom, and ten steps away from the bed. You liked to keep it simple, minimalistic. It definitely had nothing to do with the cheap rent.

“Welcome to my apartment. It’s not much but it’s home,” you said, gesturing around the place.

“It’s cozy and it’s very you,” he remarked.

You folded your arms and stared at him, “I can’t tell if that’s an insult or a compliment.”

“Let me see. Second hand furniture, potted plants around the area, and the artwork looks similar to your napkin doodles. Don’t think I didn’t notice them. It’s a mosaic of different things, but you managed to tie it all together and make it work. It’s just like you to make good out of a potentially bad situation,” he observed.

“Slow down there or you’ll end up hosting shows about house tours,” you teased. “And hey, I’ll take the compliment. Who knew Jess Mariano could be nice?”

He shrugged, “I just call it like I see it.”

You took the three steps necessary to reach the kitchen. “Here’s the troublemaker, by the way. Not you, well, aside from you,” you amended and pointed to the toaster. “Not sure what’s wrong, it just stopped working.”  

He approached you and it struck you just how small the kitchen was, certainly not big enough for two. When you turned to speak to him, all the words left your mind as you realized you’re only inches away from him. Heat crept up your cheeks and you blinked.

Jess smirked at your reaction, keenly aware of the effect he had to you. That cocky bastard. He leaned in a bit closer and your breath hitched. “You know, if you just wanted me over at your place, there’s a lot of other fun things I can help you with.” You scrunched your nose and took a step back, immediately transported to the area you considered your bedroom. “If that’s your way of confessing your feelings for me, it’s not very romantic at all. Thought you’d have more game than that, Mariano,” you hedged.

“Oh, that’s because I’m not trying to be romantic. If I were trying....” he said, taking a step forward, closing the distance you tried to place between you. He brushed the hair away from your cheek, the touch so unexpectedly tender coming from Jess. You took in how soft his lips looked up close.

When he touched the side of your face, your attention returned to his soulful eyes. “...I’d do something like this,” he concluded, his breath against your lips like the ghost of a kiss. That’s all it took for him to steal the breath from your lungs.

You’re disoriented when cool air greets you again as he took a step back and the only trace left is the fading warmth from where his hand caressed your cheek. “But like I said, I’m not trying to be romantic,” he shrugged.

You cleared your throat, brushing off the lingering heat of the interaction. You ignored the pang of disappointment that hit you. Besides, someone else already had your heart, this was nothing but a silly little crush. “Well can you please try to fix my toaster?” you asked, trying to stay on topic as always.

“Sure, I have tools at home. I can take it with me and bring it back when I’m done.”

You nodded, “okay thank you. Let me just grab a bag you can carry it in.”

He scanned the room while you opened the cabinet to grab a reusable bag.

“Why do you have lots of mail?” He asked, thumbing through the pile of opened envelopes on your kitchen counter.

You mulled over the question, unsure how much you wanted to share with Jess Mariano and risk a round of his teasing. Then again, you could handle Jess. “Well, there’s this guy I really like. We send each other letters. If you really want to know what romantic is, Mariano, it’s hand written letters. No one bothers to write them anymore. There’s something sweet and sincere about it.”

“Who’s the lucky guy?”

“I’m not really sure. I got his first letter from the bookstore I frequent, the employee handed it to me and I asked him to hand back my reply. We just kept going from there, I think the mystery just adds to the romance.”

Jess shot you a worried look. “You mean to say, you’re corresponding with a complete stranger? For all you know he’s hiding his identity because he’s a stalker or a serial killer.”

“Please, he is not. He is smart, funny, and he’s writing a book. I just don’t feel like he’s that type of person.”

“You’re going off this based on your feelings? I don’t think that’s wise or safe.”

“Jess, it’s fine. There’s nothing to worry about,” you replied, having had enough of him for the day. After handing him the bag with the broken toaster, you shoved him towards the door and out from your apartment, wishing him a good night.  

“That was quick,” you said as you headed out of the cafe and walked towards Jess’ apartment to retrieve your now functional toaster.

Jess shrugged, “it was no big deal, just had a few loose screws to reattach. Speaking of loose screws, how about that imaginary boyfriend of yours? Finally decide to reveal himself?” 

You sighed, Jess had been on your case the whole week since you told him about your mysterious crush. Needless to say, you regretted telling him about it. “No, but he hasn’t written to me recently,” you pondered. “He must be busy writing his book.”

“Or planning your untimely demise,” he retorts.

“Jess, I swear,” you grit your teeth, “I’ll be planning your untimely demise if you don’t drop it. Why do you care so much? Are you jealous? Is that what this is about?”

“Well I’m trying to look out for a coworker, why does this have to be about me? But hey, I’ll drop it,” he relented. “Besides, I won today so you owe me a favor.”

You groaned, but don’t say anything further. He won fair and square, you were ready to accept your fate.

Jess continued, “My uncle sent some food last night and I have a lot more than I can finish myself. Help me with that before you leave with your toaster?”

“Jess Mariano,” you narrowed your eyes at him, “are you asking me out for dinner?”   

“No,” he quickly said and then caught himself. “We’re not going out, we’re dining in. Besides if I were being romantic, I might bring you flowers, pick you up, take you somewhere nice. So this,” he said, pointing between him and you, “is not me being romantic.”

“And there goes Mr. Defensive,” you smirked. Of course he was not being romantic, not to you. He had a hundred and one ways to tease and annoy you but never to charm you. Still, you couldn’t help the way it killed you just a little inside.

“I swear if you tell me this is where the magic happens, I will smack your head,” you deadpan as Jess opened the door to his apartment.

“Why does that turn me on?” He teased. Your face twisted in confusion and disgust and Jess laughed triumphantly, having drawn out a reaction from you. You had no idea you were adorable, he thought.

“Just welcome to my home then,” he said. 

You stepped in, admiring his cozy space. You imagined a messy home with leftover containers and soda cans strewn about reeking of old laundry and faded furniture. You had little to no expectations at all.

Instead what greeted you was a small space, similar to yours. The bed was made, blanket tucked in neat corners and the furniture, while undoubtedly secondhand, was well maintained. If anything, the mismatched pillows against the pale blue sofa and the sanded down wooden table gave it personality. It smelled like subtle household cleaners and carried the scent that is so distinctly Jess, a mixture of soap and sweat, plus a hint of cologne he would never admit to wearing.

“It’s very you,” you remarked, “and I don’t mean that as a bad thing.”

He shrugged, handing you your toaster, “I’ll take it as a compliment.”

“Thanks again for the toaster. Now there’s only one troublemaker here in this room,” you quipped as you move towards his kitchen to help him set the dinner table.

“That’s definitely you,” he replied, handing you the plates and utensils while he moved to heat up the food from the fridge. “Hand me the glasses over there?” He asked, pointing to the drawers on the opposite end.

You nodded, setting down the plates on the table and headed towards the drawer. “Well, I’ll let it slide just this time because you’re feeding me and I can’t say no to free food. Thank you Jess,” you said, a small hint of affection blooming in your chest.

You opened the first drawer and found only papers. You were about to close it to check the next drawer when the familiar edge of stationery caught your eye. It was exactly the type of paper you smiled at for hours on end, trying to memorize each word. Curiosity got the better of you and you lifted a half written letter to your eyes. A half written letter addressed to you.

A storm of emotions struck you then: confusion, hurt, and anger. All this time. The boy who weaseled his way into your heart, who called you cute in his first letter and wanted to get to know you. Who charmed you into the romantic idea of secret identities like spies undercover. Who shared your love for books and had the best recommendations that made you feel seen like no one ever has. Who spoke about his love for writing with a passion that inspired you. 

All this time it was Jess Mariano.

All this time it was a lie.

Just another one of his games.

“What about those gla—” he stopped mid-sentence when he turned back and saw you reading his letter.

“Fuck,” he exhaled softly as heat crept into his cheeks.

You looked at him, fire burning in your eyes. “Is that all you have to say, Mr. Fantastic Writer?” You huffed, trying to quell the tears that threatened to choke you. 

Jess opened his mouth and closed it, wanting to say a million words and failing. You watched the war raging in his head.

“Well then indeed, fuck!” You exclaimed in frustration. “And fuck you too. I know you love your games Jess, but you can’t just go around playing with other people’s feelings.”

You retreat and grabbed your things, shaking your head. “God, I feel like such a fool.”

You threw the door behind you and was a few steps away when you realized you left your toaster. Shame and betrayal marched with you as you opened his door again and found him still frozen where you left him.

“I’m just here for my toaster, which I actually need. Unlike you, I don’t need anything from you, Jess. I’ve read and heard enough,” you said, your voice wavered at the end and tears spilled down your cheeks.

You turned away from embarrassment, toaster in hand, and ran the rest of the way home. He didn’t deserve to hear your sobbing. He didn’t even deserve any of your tears. He was just a stupid boy that your stupid heart fell for. No big deal.

The next week passed in a blur. Unable to switch shifts with anyone else, you called in sick at the cafe and lived life between your university, the library, and your apartment. Never mind that you needed the pay, you could drown in instant noodles for all you cared. It didn’t matter anyway. A broken heart never cared for a full stomach.

That Friday, you were about to call it a night when the doorbell rang. The was odd, you thought, you weren’t expecting anyone. 

“You’ve got the wrong—” you stopped mid-sentence when you saw the last person you ever wanted to see, Jess Mariano holding a bouquet of flowers and books. If it were any other day, it might have sent butterflies to your stomach. Now all it did was fan the flames of your anger because it was much easier to be angry than hurt.

You slammed the door close but Jess stopped it with his outstretched arm. “Are you trying to get yourself injured?” You accused and you hated it, how much you still cared.

“Please, I just need to talk,” he said, pain and sincerity etched in his handsome face.

You sighed and let him in, not wanting to cause a scene at the hallway. “You have five minutes,” you held up your hand for emphasis.

“Fine, five minutes,” he breathed, steeling himself. "Here’s a story for you: I met this girl working at a cafe. She’s smart and quick witted, she never runs out of comebacks. Her smile makes my day and I needed to see more of it so I came up with these games. And damn it, I looked forward to going to work every day because of her.

There was a nagging at the back of my mind to get to know her better. I wanted her to get to know me too, but I have a track record of screwing things up so I sent a letter. Just one couldn’t hurt, right?

Clearly, I underestimated her. One letter was never going to be enough. I loved hearing about her dreams, her stories, the inside jokes we created along the way. Without meaning to, I fell for her. I fell for you. It was never a game for me, all of it was real. Is still real.

When I heard you liked your secret pen pal too, I didn’t know if I should reveal myself or just disappear, let you forget me. Of course, I screwed things up again. I’m so sorry, I never meant to hurt you but clearly I have. Would you give me a second chance? I’m not good at this but I want to try."

He’s breathless by the time he ends his speech and you take a moment as the words settled in. No wonder he discouraged your interest in your secret pen pal, which also turned out to be him.

You sighed, “you really screwed it up.” Your heart broke all over again only to come back whole together because he did like you. All those silly gestures he brushed off really did mean something. And the boy you loved through letters and your cafe crush turned out to be the same person.

You pondered his question. The way he went about it was all wrong, but a second chance might be worth a shot. “Fine, we can start over, but you’ll have to make it up to me. You owe me unlimited favors.”

“I'll fix all the toasters you need,” he said, presenting you with the bouquet of flowers and books.

“Oh you’ll have to do more than that. I have a broken bulb on the ceiling, the heater needs fixing, and the microwave will definitely break tomorrow,” you taunted him, accepting his bouquet nevertheless.

He just smiled, “I have a lot to make up for, but I’ll do it for you.” He moved closer to you, bringing the bouquet to rest on the kitchen counter, so he can wrap his arms around you. “You’re worth it,” he whispered in your ear and you hugged him back, fighting off the delicious chill that ran through your back from his words. Being in his arms felt so right.

“You like me,” you sing, teasing him like a child and you enjoy the way his chest rumbles against you as he laughs.

“Don’t let it get to your head,” he said, kissing your cheek. “Besides, you like me back.”

You removed yourself from his hug, already missing his warm embrace. “I never said I liked you,” you teased. 

Mock hurt danced across his features, “what’s not to like?”

You laughed at his arrogance, the need to touch him overwhelming everything else. “Fine,” you relented, “we can call it even.”

You closed the distance this time, “just to be clear, this is you being romantic?”

He smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist again. “Yes, this is me being romantic and I will show you so much more,” he said, bringing his lips to yours with a thousand unsaid promises you were about to discover.

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Author's note:

✿ When I came across a Jess Mariano fic, I just knew I had to write one too. Jess and his sarcastic ass in a (sort of) rivals to lovers trope, heck yes. ✿ Thanks to my lovely wife @pizzaapeteer for encouraging me to write this all those weeks ago ♡ ✿ Published this fic from a cafe, very on brand for the story.

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[garbinge]

Jane Austen and a New York bench

Jess Mariano x F!Reader Warnings: Fluff, light bickering/back and forth. Typical Jess angsty-ness. Summary: After school shenanigans with Jess in NY. Word Count: 1k All Writing Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics A/N: Never wrote for Gilmore Girls before but fun fact is actually one of my favorite shows!! I've watched it at least 10 times through. I am team Jess always and forever. Enjoy this light and fluffy (as fluffy as Jess can be while still being Jess) fic!

“I didn’t take you as a Jane Austen type.” You plopped down on the bench next to Jess. 

“I never said I don’t like Jane Austen.” His voice was littered with frustration as he set the book down on his lap. 

“True, but I’ve never seen you read anything by her.” You tucked your legs up on the bench so you were now facing Jess, your side now resting against the back of the bench. 

“Until now.” He lifted the book up and dipped his head as he shook the book. 

“Until now.” You agreed, nodding your head. 

“Where you coming from?” Jess asked, adjusting himself so he could look at you, resting his arm along the back of the bench behind your shoulder. 

“You know, there’s this establishment, institution some may call, that provide these spaces for learning and education and they’re usually in session from the morning to the afternoon.” You sarcastically explained. 

“I must look into this fine establishment you speak of.” Jess responded. 

“You know the more you miss the more you’ll have to make up for.” You leveled with your best friend. 

“I’m caught up.” Jess’s voice raised in defense even though he still had a slacker attitude that was always impossible for him to lose. 

“Yea, thanks to me.” You pulled away to grab books and notes from your bag to hand over to him. 

He grabbed them and started filtering through them. “You know, your capital letters are always hard to read, it’s like a drop cap every start of a sentence.” 

“Beggars can’t be choosers, Mariano. If you don’t like my notes, now hear me out," you paused for a few seconds as your eyebrows raised, "maybe you could go to school and take your own.” You faked a shock face like what you said was ground-breaking.

“But then we wouldn’t get to share these moments, that I cherish so deeply, with each other.” 

You rolled your eyes and rested your head on Jess’ arm and closed your eyes. 

For a moment you both sat there, you were soaking in the relaxation from a long day. Jess was taking the time to stare at you, taking in your features, his hand was beginning to get tangled in the fur of your coat as he lightly rubbed your shoulder. 

“You hungry?” Jess asked at more of a whisper than he was speaking before in case you had began to fade to sleep. 

“You buying?” You mumbled back to him, eyes still closed. 

You felt his breath hit your face as he chuckled from your response. “Sure, hot dog?” 

“With everything on it.” You pouted and thought if you wanted anything else. “And a soda, ginger ale–no, coke.” 

He let out another laugh. “I’ll get a ginger ale and you get a coke, we’ll share.” 

“You’re wasting that brilliant mind not coming to school, Mariano.” You were already off the bench and starting to walk down the busy New York street as you yelled back to him. 

Jess was still smiling as he gathered his things quickly before catching up with you. 

“Maybe I’m too brilliant for school.” 

“I change my mind that statement proves you have no brain cells.” You teased him as you approached the hot dog cart and began ordering. 

As Jess handed the man a $20 bill, you were beginning to balance the drinks and hot dogs and finding another bench in the same park you were just in. 

Jess was close behind you and wafted a paper tray of french fries in your face before plopping down next to you. 

“Okay, that earns you TWO braincells.” You spoke with a mouth full of hot dog, covering your mouth with your hand to hide the half chewed food.

“French fries have to earn me at least 4 and the salt pepper combo another 2. So I should be at like 10.” He argued as he unwrapped his hot dog. 

“You should be at zero again, you can’t do simple addition.” You teased. 

His smile grew and he was grabbing something from behind his back and before you could question anything the plastic cup filled with liquid gold was shining in front of your eyes like the angels from above had presented it to you. 

“Melted cheese?” You took a deep breath in shock and happiness all at once. 

“Melted cheese.” Jess repeated your question as a statement and held it out further for you to take.

“But you haaaate getting the side order of cheese, you say its a rip off.” You were quick to remove the cap off the plastic container and dip a french fry in it pretty immediately. As you ate the cheese dipped fry you dropped your shoulders in an act to show how great it tasted. 

“I’m not oblivious to the greatness of a hot dog cart melted cheese cup, I just think $2.00 for a tiny cup of cheese is ridiculous.” He argued as he was making his way to dip his own fry in the sauce. 

“But yet you did it this time.” You were pointing at him with a french fry while your other hand was bringing up your soda to drink, eyes slightly frowning trying to figure him out. 

“Because you like it, and I like when you’re happy.” It was a short sentence but for someone like Jess who grunted or rarely spoke about anything emotional in more than two syllables it might has well have been a novelized love letter. 

You paused and looked up at him, he had spoken the sentence so nonchalant as he was switching sodas with you, again another action to prove his thoughtfulness. 

“Jess, the romantic.” It was a playful comment but there was truth behind it when you spoke it. 

He smiled at the comment snd continued to pick through the food that was spread along the bench. 

“What can I say it’s all that Jane Austen.” 

#Gilmore Girls #Gilmore Girls Fanfic #Jess Mariano #Jess Mariano x Reader #Jess Mariano Fanfic

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$5 pizza - daniel ricciardo

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friend1: *puts head in hands*

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fan2: SOFT LAUNCH SOFT LAUNCH

fan3: it’s kind of adorable

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danielricciardo: you, ynofficial. i’ve spent hours deliberating this and i’ve come to the conclusion that no combination of the 26 letters of the alphabet can put into words even a sliver of what you make me feel on a daily basis, so i’ll leave you with this closing statement:

it’s always gonna be you

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[starstruckunknown-princess]

Left Me On Read

Pairing: Jess Mariano x F!Reader

Warnings: Snowballs, other than that, fluff!

Word Count: 813

Summary: You own Stars Hollow Books and have been trying to get home-grown writer Jess Mariano to do a signing for his new book. When you see him in town after weeks of silence, you do the only logical thing. However, logic has never been your strong suit when Jess is around. 

A/N: Again, not sure how much traction Jess has on this site but I’m posting this anyway cuz it’s cute af and I just wanna live in Stars Hollow in winter!

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Stars Hollow was magical in the wintertime. The town square all lit up with warm string lights, Kirk selling hot cocoa by the steps of the gazebo. It had been the same since you and your mom moved here when you were five. You couldn’t stay away, even when you’d left for college (Columbia, not that it mattered here). After college, you moved back and eventually took over the bookstore from Andrew. 

You were walking home through the square when you spotted him talking to his uncle outside of Doose’s Market and you stopped in your tracks. Ever since you’d read his latest book, Stars That Fade, you’d been dying to talk to him about it face-to-face, even inviting him to do a signing at the bookshop you two had so often frequented as teenagers. You hadn’t heard back from him at all in the last six weeks since his book was released, and then he just waltzes into your town and doesn’t expect you to take your childish revenge?

Jess Mariano had another thing coming.

He’d grown up in the last few years, but then again so had you. And he had grown up good. No longer did his hair stick straight up like he’d stuck a fork in an outlet. It lay in thick, glossy layers and was getting long, you were willing to bet he’d be able to pull most of it into a small ponytail. He’d also gotten, for lack of a better word, broad. When you’d met he’d been muscly but thin, almost as waifish as Rory had been. 

Obviously, you hadn’t matured as much as you thought, because a few seconds after seeing him you buried your hands in the snow and started shaping it into a tight ball. The broad back of his leather jacket made too tempting a target for you to just ignore, especially since he’d been ignoring you for weeks.

A car passed by and you took aim. Jess was across the street, still talking to Luke with his back toward you. He hadn’t noticed you yet, but Luke had. Luke saw exactly what you were doing and made no move to stop you or warn his nephew — he even tapped Jess’s shoulder to move him a bit to the right and further from the telephone pole to make your shot easier. What a guy, that Luke Danes.

You threw the snowball, hitting Jess squarely between his shoulder blades, sending snow down the back of his leather jacket. He jumped around like a madman trying to get it out and you couldn’t help the loud laugh that echoed across the street. Luke was trying not to double over in hysterics, his hand over his mouth.

“What the hell? Oh,” Jess said, catching sight of you. Your eyes connected and you smiled at him, waving cheekily. “You’re dead!”

He dashed across the street and you took off across the square, scooping more snow as you did. You stood on one side of the gazebo and Jess stuttered to a stop on the other side, his own snowball ready to throw. He moved to the right, you dodged to your left to maintain your distance. This continued until you both stood in the gazebo, each with one foot on the top step below, ready to flee if necessary.

“Come on, you owe me one good shot!” he negotiated.

“You deserved that and you know it,” you said back, trying to hide the smile in your voice. “Consider it my last ditch effort to get a response from you.”

“Well you’ve got my attention, sweetheart. Now, would you act like an adult and let me pelt you with this snowball?” Jess’s eyes sparkled and he shook the hand that held the snowball. How could you deny him when he was so damn irresistible? He always had been.

“Fine, go ahead.” You raise your arms to the side and tilt your head back, allowing him to take aim. The snowball hits the gazebo floor, shattering over the toes of your boots and you raise an eyebrow at him. 

“I’m sorry I left you on read,” He approached you and traced his hands down the arms of your coat. “Truncheon has been insane, holidays you know. And then one of our presses went down and that was a whole debacle. How’ve you been?” He asked.

“I’m good. Store’s keeping me busy, but overall I’m good.”

“Yeah? You look good.”

You blushed and glanced away from him. “You look good too, Mariano.”

“Hey, are you busy right now? I was gonna head over to Al’s and grab a bite.”

“I am the opposite of busy right now.” 

“Cool.” His dark eyes glinted in the fairy lights above your heads as he glanced at your lips, then back to your eyes. You couldn’t help the fluttering in your chest. 

“Cool.” 

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[bo0klov3r]

Jess Mariano x reader (f)

BASIC STORYLINE- You haven't slept because you were studying for the Chiltion finals so Jess helps you (featuring Luke)

You stumble into Luke and Jess' apartment holding a cup of to-go coffee, and you sipped on it lazily.

"Hey, Jess." You said weakly, looking at Jess who was leaning on the couch with an open book in one hand. He looked up at the sound of your voice, looking you up and down taking in your jeans and cream sweater the hair tied into a bun at the top of her head.

"Hey." He answered, he moved to lie on the couch and opened his non-book-occupied arm for her, you practically melted into his embrace. "You look tired," he said kissing your hair.

You hummed. "Haven't slept." he looked at you in prompt disbelief.

"In how long?" he asked turning the page of his book. You looked up at him your chin now pressed into his chest giving him a better look at your small freckles and deep dark circles.

"3 days." You answered and snuggled into him, he rubbed your back and chuckled slightly. "Read, out loud." She said groggily, he obliged, but not before scrunching his nose. He read a chapter of his book while rubbing your back. Soon enough, he felt your breaths become even as you drifted off to sleep, he turned back to silent reading so as to not wake you.

Luke barreled into the room. "Jess, have you seen Y/n." He said from the door before stopping short at seeing the girl draped over his nephew.

"Yeah I have," he whisper-yelled rolling his eyes, still rubbing your back.

"Y/n your moms not gonna-" Luke began before being cut off by an aggressive symphony of shushing.

"Shut up Luke, she's sleeping. Hasn't slept in eternity." Jess whispered through his clenched teeth. Luke put his hands on his hips.

"Well Lorelai isn't going to be home tonight, she's staying at Sookies. She told me to tell Y/n she's staying here tonight." Luke said, Jess shifted slightly.

"Ok, but can we move her to the bed."

"Sure kid." Luke lifted your bridal style, and he looked down at you, this reminded him of when you were little. He moved you over to Jess' bed and Jess pulled the blankets back so you could be nestled against them. You curled into a tiny ball the second the covers were at your shoulders and Jess had pried your boots off.

The two men chucked at your light sighs. "She a good one Jess."

"Yeah she really is.

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(a) angst , (f) fluff , no smut (yet) !

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marvel! (requests closed)

☆ peter parker, steve rogers, bucky barnes, loki, and platonic!stucky

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☆ jess mariano 

hiding their face in the others neck (f)

breathing in the others smell (f)

moving closer in bed (f)

playing with the others fingers (f)

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bf!mike goes bilingual (eng/esp) (f)

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[staticscreenwriting]

Fake Dating || Jess Mariano

My entry for day 5 of our Christmas Calendar. Find all the information here. We’d love for you to join us.

Summary: Reader is invited to her ex boyfriend’s Christmas Party and doesn’t want to show up alone. Playing pretend leads to a confession. 

Likes, reblogs, comments are all much appreciated. I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.

There’s something magical about Stars Hollow in the winter. The snow covers the ground and the roofs like a layer of marshmallow fluff and Christmas lights twinkle at you from every corner. 

It’s like a scene straight from a Hallmark card brought to life.

Sounds like a little piece of paradise right here on earth, right? Like a dream.

Yeah not when you have to stomp through the snow, hands freezing, toes merely made of ice by this point, hair a mess atop your head, and all that fuels you to continue going is the anxiety coursing through your veins and the promise of warmth and a hot cup of coffee waiting for you at the end of your journey.

When she reaches the sacred halls of Luke’s cafe, a big scowl pulls the corners of (Y/N)’s lips downwards. Coming back home was supposed to be fun. It was supposed to feel the way it did when she was a kid. Safe and comforting and warm. Only everything is different.

A big mug of steaming coffee is set down in front of her before she can even properly sit down on the barstool by the counter. Luke greets her with his signature grunt that might seem grumpy to some but really it’s how he shows his love. Being at the receiving end should make you feel proud. 

Okay, maybe not everything has changed. Maybe some things stayed the same. Even if it’s the little ones. Sometimes they mean everything.

“ What’s got you scowling like that ? “ he asks as he rings up the person by the register. 

“ Hmm — the heartbreaking realization that we can not stop the passing of time and that with every ticking second the magic of Christmas gets lost a little more as our bitter little hearts grow colder? “ 

Luke takes a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “ Look I already have one aggressively sarcastic jokester around right now, I can’t use another one. “ 

“ What do you mean? “ 

“ Jess is here. “ 

It’s like the sun cuts through her cloudy mind for a split second as the words register. There’s something about Jess she can never quite put into words. A silent understanding about the world and everything in it that he shares with her. Back when they were teenagers, angry and lost, the only place they found belonging, found understanding, was in each other. 

And while she knows she never held the importance in his life that Rory did, while she was never at the receiving end of his romantic interest, she knows she meant something to him — means something. Sometimes you need to find someone else who’s lived their own tragedies in order to help you overcome yours. 

Jess was her best friend and she was his. And while times have changed and distance has kept them apart lately, they both know the other is just a phone call away and a little part of their heart will always belong to each other.

“ Jess is here? “ 

“ I’m here. “ he announces his presence as he steps out from behind the curtain separating the stairs to the apartment from the cafe. 

“ Woah, what’s got you looking all gloomy? “ 

“ That’s what I asked her but I only got a smartass answer. “ Luke points out before making his round across the room serving refills to eager customers trying to hide from the harsh winter winds raging outside.

“ So ? “ 

“ So, you didn’t tell me you were gonna be here. “ 

Jess just shrugs and averts his eyes in the way he always does. The way that makes him look so casually cool and unphased when (Y/N) knows he’s anything but. He has the biggest and softest heart of anyone she knows. It’s just hard sometimes, to let it show when the people who were supposed to love you most left it scarred and broken. 

“ Didn’t know I was gonna be here but then Doula called last night and asked if I wanted to spend the week before Christmas with them too instead of just Christmas day and I didn’t have anything else to do anyway so — “ 

“ And you can’t say no to your sister. “ 

“ Yeah, that too. But back to you. The last time I saw you this sad was when you made me watch that Mickey Mouse Christmas movie that had you crying for like 3 hours after it ended."

"He sold his harmonica to buy Minnie a present Jess! He gave up his music for her."

"You gonna start crying again? "

"I might. Because it's sad and also just to annoy you."

"Okaaaay. Look just - just tell me what's up and maybe I can be talked into watching another cheesy movie if that would cheer you up a little."

He's sweet and gentle and he cares so much. And while she wishes he'd show this side of him to other people sometimes, to let them see the real him, there's a certain sense of pride that fills (Y/N)'s heart knowing she's one of the few people that part of him is reserved for.

"I don't think that's gonna be enough this time, although I appreciate the offer. I ran into Riley earlier."

" Riley Riley? From High School? "

" The same one. Who broke my heart and started dating one of my friends right after dumping me at the firelight festival. " 

There's a dangerous gleam in Jess' eyes. One she's very familiar but hasn't seen in a long time, not since that one night at truncheon when he told her about Rory and Logan and how he felt used. When he called her drunk and sad. When -

"That guy is an asshole, nothing new. But I thought you were over him."

"I am. I totally am. But you know since we're all adults now and civil and we haven't seen each other in a while he thought it would be nice to invite me to this Christmas party they have tonight. "

"They?"

"Him and Lexi. The same girl he dumped me for. They are married now and, by the look of their house, pretty well off too. “ 

“ Okay, so what did you say? “ 

(Y/N) takes the last sip of coffee, letting the bitter taste settle on her tongue hoping that maybe it can overshadow the taste of regret and shame and sadness that has been stuck there ever since talking to Riley.

“ Well, what was I supposed to say? No ? “ 

“ Yes! That’s exactly what you should’ve said. Come on, Goose. Why would you say yes? “

“ I couldn’t say no. That would’ve made it look like I'm still into him or something.”

Jess only regards her with the signature Jess Mariano scowl and judgmental eyes. Not mean or malicious, just maybe a little disappointed.

"Maybe I'll go ahead and ask Lulu if she'll lend me Kirk for the night. Just so I don't have to show up alone, like a loser."

“ You’re not a loser. “ 

“ You’re my best friend. You’re basically contractually obligated to say that. “ 

"I don't remember signing - "

"Aah in pretty sure you did " (Y/N) interrupts him before pushing herself off of the barstool. " Alright, I gotta run. Need to figure out what to wear tonight and ugh this completely ruined my whole hair washing schedule. Anyway, I will come around tomorrow and report back about the epic failure of tonight's dinner. "

As she rushes out of the diner, red scarf fluttering behind her like a lick of fire, she yells a happy "thanks for the coffee, Luke" and just as the door is about to close, Jess can make out a faint "Bye Maverick. Love you." And though she said it a thousand times before it never fails to make his heart beat just a tiny bit faster.

"Bye Goose."

She looks nice. Pretty even. (Y/N) has to admit that much as she regards herself in the mirror adorning the wall of the entryway. It's taken some time to do the hair and makeup but it looks good. Doesn't mean it feels good. Or right.

She wants nothing more than to slump back on her couch, stuff her face with junk food, and put on a Christmas movie. Maybe invite Jess over because… well Jess makes everything better. And it's not that she doesn't like getting dolled up or going out. If it was just any other place and any other person. 

A knock on the front door shakes her from her daydream or rather day-nightmare?

There's a lot of faces she would have expected to see on the other side of the door. Stars Hollow is a tiny town with nosy people and friendly neighbors always ready for a quick chat. Not this though. She never would've expected him.

"Jess? What are you doing here? And dressed so fancy."

"It's not fancy," he huffs, a cloud of breath forming in the icy winter air " it's just dark Jeans and a white dress shirt."

If she didn't know him any better she'd describe him as bashful right then. And maybe it was the cold nipping at his cheeks but maybe, just maybe, there's a blush dusting his cheeks.

"Oh wow is that the man version of jeans and a nice top?"

"Huh?"

"Forget it," she waves him off, "what are you doing here?"

"You need a date and I need to get out of the house before Liz ropes me into one of her crystal healing circles. "

Now it's her time to blush.

"You want to be my date?"

He's quiet for a moment, contemplating his words, before nodding his casual, entirely unbothered Jess Mariano nod.

"Sure. I mean you read all those fake dating romance books. I know you do, don't even try to deny it. And I'm a good liar so we are basically made for this."

"Fake dating yeah … yeah that's right."

"So is that a yes? I can't wait to see pretty boy Riley's face when he sees us showing up together. Dude never liked me."

"Are you doing this to help me or to piss off Riley?" 

"Little bit of both."

"Alright, I'll accept that. Let's go."

"You look beautiful, by the way."

"Thanks, Maverick."

"You're welcome, Goose."

"Woah, I mean I knew they were rich but I didn't expect to be invited to a Gatsby party," (Y/N) exclaims, eyes wide with surprise. 

There's a lot of people here. Entirely too many for her to feel truly comfortable. Tinsel and ribbon decorate each corner and just by walking up the driveway and entering the entrance hall, she's counted 12 perfectly decorated Christmas trees. 

“ Well, let’s hope they don’t have a pool. “ Jess replies as they make their way through the crowd looking for food, or drinks, or both.

“ What’s that? “ Jess asks, lips pulled up in a questioning scowl, eyebrows furrowed in confusion at what he assumes to be the food. There are several big silver plates loaded with all kinds of cheeses and cured meats and other indefinable things.

"Food?"

"You sound convinced."

"Yeah, I guess maybe we should stick to the cheese and champagne for now."

"Very fancy," Jess remarks and raises his glass. 

"Very fancy indeed," (Y/N) agrees and clings her glass with his before they both take a sip of the bubbly concoction.

"You know what this reminds me of?" Jess inquires as they weave their way through the crowds. "The dinner at the Independence Inn."

"The Bracebridge Dinner!"

"Yeaaah that one. Wouldn't be surprised if they bring out the horse-drawn carriages at some point later today." 

Even to this day, there's still a sense of mischief in Jess' smile. It's not as prominent and pronounced as it used to be but it's still there. 

"I remember you forcing me to commit a crime that night."

"What are you talking about?"

"The snowman."

"Oh my god," Jess lets out a mix between a laugh and a scoff. "It was a snowman. I hardly think that's considered a crime."

"It is in Stars Hollow. But hey at least it worked. It earned you brownie points with Rory."

The mood shifts. Not necessarily in a bad way just, something is different. It always is when Rory gets brought up. Sometimes (Y/N) thinks it's because that whole relationship left scars on Jess and sometimes she thinks it's because he still isn't entirely over her. She's not sure which hurts worse.

"Sure."

"What's - what's going on there anyway?"

"With Rory?"

"Yeah. She's back in Stars Hollow. You're visiting a lot. Might be time to rekindle a past love."

At those words Jess downs the rest of his champagne, a bitter look crossing his handsome face. "I think maybe that ship has sailed. Don't think I'm what she needs. And she's not what I need either. Not anymore." 

His eyes lock with hers and for a moment she swears there is something there. A static in the air. A sizzling. Goosebumps rising on her skin and heart fluttering inside her chest and then -

"You came!" Riley's voice cuts through the air like the blaring of an emergency siren taking away all of what could be and what might've been and all the magic that came with it.

He still has the same swooping brown locks and those piercing green eyes and even now she can see why she fell in love with him at 17. He's the boy from the romcom, the teen drama heartthrob. He's the High School sweetheart that you marry, have kids with, buy a golden retriever with. 

He's the one that leaves you for your friend. That laughs about your passions. That thinks money fixes everything. 

Maybe it wasn't all that bad that they didn't work out. Maybe it was for the best.

"... and you brought Jess."

Before she can even react, she feels the weight of Jess' arm settle on her shoulder and pull her closer. 

“Good to see you too, Riley. She’s allowed to bring her boyfriend, isn’t she?”

“Sure she is.”

There’s a wave of animosity crashing over them like a tidal wave only (Y/N) can feel none of it. Her heart is too busy beating out of her chest at the sound of Jess calling himself her boyfriend. Sure it’s all pretend. It’s all a lie. It’s all fake.

And yet it still makes her feel a fluttering inside her chest.

“We’ll come on, let’s fill up our drinks and you guys can tell me all about how — this happened. “

Riley leads them to a table and sits down before motioning to the waiter and getting all 3 of them a refill of their champagne flute.

"So, you two, huh?”

“Yup.” Jess responds, his lips popping the ‘p‘. “Us two.”

“How did that come along. I mean not that I’m surprised.”

“What do you mean?” (Y/N) asks, eyebrow raised in question. Sure, there’s always someone who asks about her and Jess and whether or not they are more than friends, but it’s usually people that don’t know them very well. Riley should know better. 

“Come ooon. It was just a matter of time with you two. Everyone could see you were into each other. I mean, why do you think Jess hated me so much back in High School. It’s because he was jealous.”

There’s a sense of self-assurance and arrogance in Riley’s voice. Like he’s some cheesy movie villain spewing exposition to our clueless heroes that will change their lives forever. Only that’s not true. This can’t be true. It’s all just pretend and he has no idea what he’s talking about. Right?

“Or maybe I just didn’t like you because you didn’t treat her the way she deserves to be treated.”

“Come oooon, man”

His voice is aggravating, like nails on a chalkboard. Like a blaring fire alarm. 

“No, you come on. Remember when she had that poetry reading. The one she’d been working and practicing on for months. The one where she won an award? You weren’t there. I was. Because it was important to her. Because I was proud of her. She’s the most creative, brilliant person I know. So I’ll be there whenever she needs me to be. Because she deserves that.”

It’s like her body moves on autopilot when she leans over and places a soft kiss on his cheek. Really she wants to kiss his lips but maybe that would be overkill. And maybe that’s not how she wants it to be. No like this. In a moment of misplaced emotion. Not again.

“Okay man, I give you that. I should’ve been there. You’re right. Still, I wonder what brought this on now? What made you guys realize?”

“He sends me pictures of every dog that comes into the bookstore because he knows they make me smile.”

“Every time she finds a copy of my book she buys it.”

They speak simultaneously and for a second this room full of people feels like it’s only the two of them. Like time stops and all noise is sucked from the room and all that can be heard is the beating of their hearts.

“Well, that’s cute. Good for you guys. Seems like you’re on the same page. Glad you finally figured it out and hey, it seems like you’re happy.”

“We are,” (Y/N) agrees, locking eyes with Jess. 

“Yeah, we are”.

“Aww you guys,” a voice cut through the moment. What is it with these people and their constant interruptions?

Lexi crosses the room and drops down on Riley’s lap, her finger pointing at the ceiling right above Jess and (Y/N). 

And sure enough there it is, green and white with a sparkling red bow dangling above their heads like it’s mocking them. Like it says “how far are you willing to take this huh? This play pretend? This lie? Are you willing to break your own heart in order to keep up this charade?”

“You guys,” Lexi nagged, unaware of the tension. Unaware of the fluttering inside (Y/N)’s chest. Unaware of the fact that it’s so much more than a lie. So much more that it will never be. “It’s a mistletoe. You gotta kiss.”

She turns to look at Jess, almost getting lost in his gorgeous brown eyes. She’s wanted this. For so long. Ever since she was a teenager but for just as long, Jess had made it clear that a friend was all she was ever gonna be. So maybe this is her only chance. Maybe this is it.

“Kiss me,” she whispers softly and shrugs her shoulders trying to seem casual. Like this doesn’t break and reassemble her heart all at once.

And he does. He kisses her. Softly touches her lips with his, holds onto the side of her face with a gentle touch. And time stands still and spreads up and nothing makes sense only everything does. He tastes like champagne and nostalgia and love. And it’s so hard to let go and pull away but her heart can’t take much more. It’s about to burst right out of her chest. 

Jess softly pulls away before going in for another sweet peck. It’s short. Barely there. It’s a whisper of a kiss. But it’s there and it’s too much. 

“I uh — I gotta pee. I’ll be right back”.

Only she doesn’t move towards the bathroom; instead, she finds herself on the patio, looking out towards the trees and hedges covered in thousands and thousands of sparkling fairy lights. This looks like the scene from a movie only the tears of frustration piling at her waterline giving away that this is in fact real life.

The cold winter air whips harshly against her skin and yet it feels less cold than the knowledge that the boy you want, the one you’ve always wanted, will never be yours. He’ll never want you back.

“Please don’t ever leave me alone with Riley, he’s such an — hey are you okay?”

He’s so casual. Why is he so casual? Does this mean nothing? It means nothing. It’s a lie, (Y/N). It’s just a lie!

“I didn’t want it to be like this,” she confesses, as the tears pearl down her cheeks, “ I can’t do this anymore. I can’t do it again. Not after last time.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The kiss, Jess! After that opening night at Truncheon when you kissed me after Rory screwed you over. I promised that the next time I’d kiss you it would mean something. But it doesn’t, not to you. Does it?  It’s just a lie.”

For a moment he just stands there, looks at her with an unreadable expression. There’s just them and the night and the lights and the stars.

And then he smiles. It’s a tiny smile, but it’s a Jess smile so it means everything.

“You think that kiss meant nothing to me? I’ve thought about nothing else but you since that night. I’m sorry I kissed you then but not because of the kiss. I’m sorry about making you feel like I just kissed you because you were there. That’s not it. I only realized that night when you showed up. You always showed up when I needed you. Still do”

“It’s what friends do.”

“No one ever did that for me. Not my friends. For a long time, not even my family. Only you,” he exclaims and nervously combs his fingers through his hair. “Earlier today I sent the guys the first draft of my new book.”

“You’re writing a new book?”

“I’ve thought about nothing but you since that night. So much that I wrote a book about how I felt. I wrote this book for you. It’s yours. I’m yours. And I know this sounds so fucking cheesy, saying this out loud gives me the heebie-jeebies. But I need you to know. None of what I said was fake or pretend. I’m in love with you, Goose. And maybe — maybe  Riley was right. Maybe I’ve always been.”

Snow falls softly around them as some horrible indie rendition of Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas sounds from inside, a few people drunkenly singing along. The wind nips at her nose, her cheeks. Her fingers are numb and her toes are but icicles by now. But it doesn’t matter. None of it does.

All that matters is the way he cradles her face in his hand, the way his heart beats in time with hers, and the way his lips feel as they meet hers in a passionate kiss.

And this one, this one means everything. It’s real and it’s true and it’s perfect.

“I’m in love with you too, Maverick. I’ve always been. But then there was Rory and I thought —“

“I was scared of losing you. Back then I fucked everything up and I couldn’t risk fucking up with you. Rory is always gonna be a part of my past, being with her helped me grow but you — that’s different. I need you. Always did, always will. And now I’m at least a little less fucked up and a little more deserving of you.”

“Oh Jess, you silly boy. You were always enough. “

“You wanna get out of here”

“Fuck yeah, please.”

There’s something magical about Stars Hollow in the winter. The snow covers the ground and the roofs like a layer of marshmallow fluff and Christmas lights twinkle at you from every corner. 

It’s like a scene straight from a Hallmark card brought to life.

Sounds like a little piece of paradise right here on earth, right? Like a dream.

As the snow falls outside and (Y/N) is cuddled into Jess’ side, a big mug of hot cocoa clasped tightly in her hand, warming her up, she thinks it’s better than any dream.

This is her reality now. No fake story. Not pretending. No dream.

This is her life now and yeah, it feels quite magical. 

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[leossmoonn]

Are You Gonna Be My Girl?

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pairing - jess mariano x fem!reader

note / request - requested by @arkofblake “OKAY jess x f!reader where they're besties but then one of them (dont care who lol) straight up blurts out "i am in love w you☺️" and the other one SAYS that they dont feel the same but in reality they just wanna smooch and so person A gets upset obviously but then person B makes up for it by doing smth (idk what though. maybe like a public flashmob or smth? JAJSJS) and then they DO smooch” hehe this was so fun to write!! hope you like it :))

summary - after rejecting jess, you try to win him back with a public dance number

warnings / includes - mild language, fighting, kissing

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*gif isn’t mine*

“i’m in love with you.”

to hear those words from your best friend was a big weight coming off your shoulders. you never fathomed him feeling this way for you.

in the short time he’d been at stars hallow, you two had grown extremely close. especially to the point where your peers joked about you dating. you both would just brush the comments off, carrying on with whatever you two were doing. never in a million years did you think that he took those jokes to heart.

you were now in luke’s diner, working your shift and washing dishes. jess was next to you, cloth on his shoulder and dirty dishes in his hands. it was an unusual situation to have someone say ‘i love you’ to, but deep in your mind, you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

“y/n, are you okay?” jess asked.

you snapped out of your daze, blinking rapidly. “u-uh, yeah, sorry. um, what did you say?” you wanted to make sure you weren’t dreaming.

“i-i’m in love with you. i know it’s weird to hear me say that because i’m the “bad boy” or whatever rory and lorelei call me, but i can’t hide my feeling any longer. i’ve been really nervous to tell you this, but i am certain about my feelings, and i have a feeling you feel the same way.” he ended his speech with a smile.

without thinking, you opened your mouth.

“i don’t.”

shit. wrong words, y/n, you thought.

jess’s eyes shot open, shock and anger. “what?”

fear jumped up your throat, closing your talking box so you were a stammering mess.

“jess, n-no, i… i didn’t mean -”

“what do you mean “i don’t love you back”? you are always flirting with me and touching my arm, hugging me for long amounts of time. you even have multiple of my sweatshirts in your closet! and the way you look at me is literally the icing off the cake. i don’t mean to mistake your friendly actions as romantic feelings, but we both know they’re more than just friendly.”

it broke you to see the despair and disbelief in his eyes. he was never great at handling rejection, especially with the people he cared about. and even though he acted like a hard-ass, he was a big, soft teddy bear inside. you had basically just ripped out his heart and smashed it with a hammer.

“jess, wait. let me explain.” you put your hands on his arm, pulling him close to you, but he pulled away. he trashed his shoulders around, your hands slipping off him.

“no, i’ve had it. i knew i was stupid to fall in love with you, to share my feelings.”

“jess, it wasn’t stupid. it’s not stupid. i love that you told me your feelings, i just -”

“don’t talk to me. don’t come near me, and stop working here.” he threw the dishes roughly in the sink, chipping the pottery.

you watched helplessly as he left the back room, shoving past luke who was hurrying in after hearing glass break.

“what’s up his ass?” luke asked. “he just told me he loved me and i said i didn’t, accidentally,” you sighed.

luke’s eyes bulged out of his head. he smacked the plastic cups down on the counter, gripping his head and pacing back and forth.

“you accidentally said you didn’t love him back?”

“yes! i just panicked and that slipped out of my mouth, but it’s not true,” you explained.

“what do you mean ‘it slipped out’? you know what slips out? accidental ‘i love you’s’ and telling someone you hate them, not saying that you don’t like them back!”

“i know i made a mistake, okay? and i know i really hurt him, but i figure if i just let him cool down for a while then -”

“look, kid, i know you mean well, but you have no idea how much he likes you. i mean, i have attempted to rip my ears out from how much he talks about you. “y/n looked so pretty today”, “her skirt looks really good with her dress”, “her smile is so cute”, etcetera. it is so annoying, no offense. you hurt him bad.”

“dammit,” you muttered. you ran your hands over your face. “what do i do?”

“leave him alone,” luke said. “i can’t do that. he’s my best friend,” you frowned.

“ex-bested friend now,” luke snorted. “you are not helpful. i’m going to talk to lorelei,” you said.

“yeah, good luck with that. she won’t be anymore help than me,” luke smirked.

“she’ll give me some false hope,” you stated. “go on and believe lies then. that’ll be really good for your and jess’s friendship.”

you groaned, your hands balling into fists. “what should i do then? i can’t lose him because i’m an idiot!”

“just take a deep breath,” luke directed. “look, he will probably forgive you and repress his confession for you. you two can forget about the whole thing and be back to being best friends in no time.”

“no! i don’t want to forget about this,” you whined. “why not? it would be better for you, and even better for jess,” luke asked.

“because this is important. that was an important moment. it’s going to be the moment our relationship started, whether we like it or not. i don’t want to forget that.”

luke rolled his eyes. “teenagers these days, always want things to be romantic and meaningful. fine, you do that, but you have to make it up to him either way. and he will repress it a little, that’s what being a dane is all about.”

“well, he’s only half of a dane, so i’m sure he’ll only repress it 50 percent. anyways, what should i do to make it up to him?” you asked.

“how am i supposed to know?” luke shrugged. you groaned, “i hate you.”

“love you, too,” luke remarked.

you pushed past him, walking to the bar counter where lorelei and rory sat.

“hey! you look really… pissed off, what’s up?” lorelei asked.

“i am a horrible person, that’s what up,” you frowned.

“what happened? wait, do you have anything to do with jess storming out of here with a cigarette and book?” rory asked.

“he stormed out of here?” your eyes widened.

“yeah, he was stomping really loudly,” rory nodded.

“oh, god,” you ran your hands over your face. “what happened?” lorelei asked.

“he told he me loves me and i said i didn’t,” you muttered.

“we thought you did?” rory raised a brow.

“i do! i-i just panicked. can you blame me? he was standing there, a cute smile of his face, his hair looked perfect and he unexpectedly said those words to me.”

“girl, you messed up big time,” lorelei snorted.

“you aren’t making me feel any better!” you whined.

“i’m sorry, but you know i’m not one to sugarcoat,” lorelei said. she put her hand on yours, squeezing it sympathetically. “look, just give him some time to cool off. i’m sure this isn’t the first time he’s been rejected.”

“not by a girl’s he’s really loved,” rory remarked.

you and lorelei looked at rory, giving her the you’re not helping face.

“i’m sorry, but it’s true! the first time he saw you he would not shut up about you. i literally asked him to leave the library because of it,” rory snorted.

“really?” you smiled. “yep,” she nodded. “he is whipped, as the poets say.”

you chuckled, “well, that’s good to hear.”

“makes me wonder if dean talks about me that way,” rory wondered.

“girl, he is obsessed with you, don’t worry,” you smirked. “but what should i do? i don’t want to just pretend this never happened and stay friends. i don’t even think we can stay friends.”

“ask him out,” rory said. “no, that’s just… it’s not enough. what if he thinks i am asking him out out of pity?” you pouted.

“well, are you?” rory asked.

“no, but —”

“then there’s no reason for him to think that,” she stated.

“jess has a very imaginative personality. i think he’ll have a few doubts,” you said.

“give him a surprise,” lorelei suggested. “he hates surprises,” you said.

“so? this is your chance to show him how much he mean to you! go big or go home,” lorelei smiled.

“okay, well what kind of surprise?” you asked.

“i don’t know. how about you figure that out,” lorelei grinned.

you groaned, “i’m not that creative.”

“yes, you are! just take some time to think. you don’t have to have the surprise ready today, just in the next few days,” lorelei said.

“yeah, i guess that would work,” you nodded.

“now go and plan! you don’t want him to hate you forever,” lorelei nudged you.

“thanks, you are so assuring,” you deadpanned. “just doin’ my part as your second-mom,” lorelei winked.

“i’ll see you guys later, then,” you sighed. “good luck!” rory wished.

“thanks,” you smiled at her before you went to the back of the diner.

“so, did they help?” luke asked as you walked in. “they did,” you nodded.

“what are you gonna do then?”

“not sure. i have to make up a plan.”

“i’m sure jess would he okay with a simple apology then a burger.”

“no, this has to be special, which is why i am clocking out. i will work double friday and saturday,” you said as you took off your apron.

“fine. good thing david’s shift starts in ten minutes.”

“tell him i said hi,” you smiled. you clocked out, walking out of the diner and to your car. you drove back home, turning on your computer and looking up “ways to win back your crush”.

there were lots of tacky, but funny ideas. pranks, surprise kiss, romeo-and-juliet style surprises, but none of them spoke out to you. it had to be something you would like, something you could imagine yourself doing. jess liking it would also be helpful, but you figured he would like whatever you did. it had to be humorous and corny, too. something to make jess smile and roll his eyes.

“flash mob,” you read. you leaned in your seat, putting your elbows on your desk and reading into the article. “mm, could be interesting,” you muttered.

you smiled as you thought you could use your and jess’s song. it was the song that was playing in the diner the first time you met.

“perfect,” you grinned.

you ran down the stairs of your house, practically flying past your mom and going to your car. you drove haphazardly to dosey’s market, wanting to find taylor so you could tell him your plan.

“why would you want to do anything for that troublemaker?” taylor frowned.

“because he’s the love of my life!” you exclaimed.

“you’re 16, y/n. you have many years before you find the love of your life, and i can promise you, it is not that boy.”

“taylor, please? just this one favor?”

“ah - i have done enough favors for you, missy!”

“ugh! you never want to help anybody but yourself,” you grumbled.

“that’s not true!” he exclaimed. “yes, it is,” you frowned.

“fine, i’m in with your little plan.” he let out an exasperated sigh.

“yes! thank you!” you squealed, hugging him. “tell everyone but jess.”

“yes, i know. when do you want this done by?” taylor asked.

“saturday night.”

“alright. i’ll see what ms patty and i can do.”

“thank you, you are the best!” you grinned, skipping out of his market.

ms patty and taylor had managed to make the whole town agree. they all went to patty’s dance classes, learning choreography for the flash mob. dean, rory, and lane helped you and taylor with the decorations. you had bought disco lights, flashlights, and colored fairy lights to hang all around town square. the arrival of saturday night came so fast, your excitement turned into anxiety.

“what if he doesn’t show up? what if he ignores me all the time? what if he’s fallen in love with someone else?” you sighed.

“i did see him with a blonde girl the other day,” kirk said.

“what?” you exclaimed, eyes bulging out of their sockets.

luke glared at kirk, walking over to you. “that girl is just a friend, i assure you. he’s never brought her home, and that’s where jess has spent most of his time the last couple days.”

“okay,” you sighed. you paced around the diner, trying to calm yourself down. “he will like it. if he doesn’t, he will at least appreciate it.”

“he will love it,” rory assured. “you think?” you asked.

“oh, i know,” rory grinned.

“okay,” you nodded.

“jess is coming!” dean exclaimed.

“good luck,” rory smiled at you. “thanks,” you smiled.

everyone but you ran out of the diner from the back. you made yourself look busy by wiping down the tables.

“hey, where did everyone go?” jess asked as he walked into the diner.

“town meeting. luke wanted me to stay behind to clean up,” you said.

“well, he also scheduled me,” he said. “are you going to stay?” you asked.

“i guess. i’ll be getting paid,” jess shrugged.

“okay,” you nodded, awkwardly averting your gaze.

the whole diner went silent as you two mopped the floors and wiped down the tables. you were putting plates and mugs away when you started to hear music.

“show time,” you muttered to yourself. you went to the front of the diner where jess was.

“what is happening out there?” jess looked out the window.

“why don’t we go and check it out.” you took his hand, not giving him much of a choice.

“y/n, what! let go of m-me…” jess stood still as he watched practically the whole town dancing towards him. “y/n, we need to run. they’ve finally deiced to kill me!”

“no, just stay there, okay?” you said, letting go of him.

“wha- what?” jess sputtered.

you started to dance and sing.

“so one, two, three, take my hand and come with me. because you look so fine that i really wanna make you mine. i say you look so fine that i really wanna make you mine.”

“what the —” jess gasped.

“oh, four, five, six, c'mon and get your kick. now you don't need the money when you look like that do you honey,” you smiled at him.

jess held his hand up to his eyes as the strobe lights shined in them. he took a few steps back to avoid the raging disco lights. he kept his eyes on you, though, tryinf to figure out what the hell you were doing.

“big black boots, long brown hair. she’s so sweet with her, get back stare! well I could see you home with me, but you were with another man, yeah. i know we ain't got much to say before i let you get away, yeah.”

jess then understood the nonsense he thought you were spewing. you were singing their song, ‘are you gonna be my girl’ by the jets. it was the song that was playing when he took his first took at you.

“i said, are you gonna be my girl?” you sang.

jess couldn’t help but smile. he crossed his arms over his chest, enjoying the show.

everyone stopped dancing a few moments later, leaving you to ask the big question.

“are you gonna let me be your girl?” you asked, a little out of breath.

“really?” jess asked. “yeah,” you nodded.

you moved close to him and reached out for his hand. this time he didn’t move away.

“i’m sorry about my reaction. my words - they weren’t true. i love you, jess. i’m in love with you, too. i freaked out and didn’t let myself have time to process. i’m worse than you with feelings, believe it or not,” you chuckled. “but that doesn’t make what i said right. i’m sorry for sending you mixed signals and hurting you. if you’d just give me the chance, i will show you that i do love you and that i want to be with you.”

jess looked at you long and hard. it made you nervous. you couldn’t tell what he was thinking, you never could. you knew he was either contemplating rejecting you or accepting your apology. you just hoped it was the latter.

“jess? are you gonna —”

“can i kiss you?” he cut you off.

your eyes widened, a little gasp eliciting from your throat. but you knew to not waste time. you nodded furiously, putting him close and smashing his lips onto yours. cheers could be heard from behind you as you closed the gap between you. you put your hand on the back of his head and he slipped his arms around you, holding you flush against him.

you pulled away after a few moments, a bright grin on your face as you looked at him. jess put his hands on your waist, resting his forehead on yours.

“so, are you gonna be my girl?” he asked.

“oh, hell yes.”

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“In Time”: Jess Mariano Imagine: Gilmore Girls: Plus Size Reader

Jess Mariano Imagine, Gilmore Girls Imagine Jess Mariano x Reader X Reader: Plus Size Reader, PS Reader

Imagine taking a chance on Jess...

This guy, this terribly attractive, sweet at his core, smart and witty guy was standing there ...trying to convince you to give him a chance.

And you just...weren't sure.

"What if you break my heart?" you asked...not wanting to admit that the fear of something that seemed to trivial actually got to you.

"What if I don't?" he asked shrugging his shoulders.

"Yeah, but ..." you started but he cut you off.

"What if I'm the best boyfriend you've ever had...which by the sounds of it wouldn't be that much of a  stretch anyway.  Seems to be you've been robbed of basic human kindness.  I can do that, sweetheart- and more." he said coming closer.

His deep dark eyes bore into yours as he said, "What if I'm that racing heart, can't sleep, all you wanna do is talk to me kind of love?"

I just stood there- too afraid to move or even breathe.

"Because I'm already there with you." he said. "You've got me wrapped so tightly around your finger than I can barely think straight most days and I'm so drunk on it that I can't get enough."

"Wh-what?" you whispered as he came even closer.

Jess' hand came up to cup the side of your face and he just shook his head, a small smile on his lips.

"You have no freakin idea just how amazing you are." he said. "But that's alright.  I can show you....every day for the rest of your life- if you'll let me."

Rather than erupt into tears and be overly dramatic- you just pulled him into a hug.

That was small and simple and it told him everything he needed to know.

It would take some getting used to but in time he'd have you seeing what he saw when he looked at you.

Perfection.

Pure perfection worthy of anything you damn well wanted.

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Fandom One-Shots

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by SkylerMonez45

A collection of X Reader Oneshots for a lot of fandoms.

Words: 1468, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, The Mortal Instruments Series - Cassandra Clare, Shadowhunters (TV), Lockwood & Co. - Jonathan Stroud, Supernatural, Sherlock (TV), Girl Meets World, Wizards of Waverly Place, Gilmore Girls, Once Upon a Time (TV), Psych, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Chronicles of Narnia (Movies), Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies), Stranger Things (TV 2016), Dear Evan Hansen - Pasek & Paul/Levenson, The West Wing, Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV), Hamilton - Miranda

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Relationships: Harry Potter/Reader, Ron Weasley/Reader, Hermione Granger/Reader, Oliver Wood/Reader, Fred Weasley/Reader, George Weasley/Reader, Neville Longbottom/Reader, Jace Herondale/Reader, Alec Lightwood/Reader, Isabelle Lightwood/Reader, Clary Fairchild/Reader, Simon Lewis/Reader, Raphael Santiago/Reader, Sebastian Morgenstern/Reader, Magnus Bane/Reader, Anthony Lockwood/Reader, George Cubbins/Reader, Lucy Carylye/Reader, Sam Winchester/Reader, Dean Winchester/Reader, Castiel/Reader, Sherlock Holmes/Reader, John Watson/Reader, James Moriarty/Reader, Riley Matthews/Reader, Maya Hart/Reader, Lucas Friar/Reader, Josh Matthews/Reader, Alex Russo/Reader, Justin Russo/Reader, Rory Gilmore/Reader, Lorelai Gilmore/Reader, Luke Dane/Reader, Dean Forrester/Reader, Jess Mariano/Reader, Logan Hutzenberger/Reader, David Nolan | Prince Charming/Reader, Peter Pan/Reader, Killian Jones/Reader, Henry Mills/Reader, Shawn Spencer/Reader, Juliet O'Hara/Reader, Carlton Lassiter/Reader, Burton Lassiter/Reader, Tony Stark/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Bruce Banner/Reader, natasha Romanoff/reader, Peter Quill/Reader, Peter Parker/Reader, Stephen Strange/Reader, Loki/Reader, Peter Pevensie/Reader, Edmund Pevensie/Reader, Susan Pevensie/Reader, Newt Scamander/Reader, Tina Goldstein/Reader, Queenie Goldstein/Reader, Steve Harrington/Reader, Nancy Wheeler/Reader, Jonathan Byers/Reader, Jim Hopper/Reader, Billy Hargrove/Reader, Evan Hansen/Reader, Connor Murphy/Reader, Josh Lyman/Reader, Sam Seaborn/Reader, Toby Ziegler/Reader, CJ Cregg/Reader, Angel/Reader, Rupert Giles/Reader, Xander Harris/Reader, Daniel "Oz" Osbourne/Reader, Willow Rosenberg/Reader, Buffy Summers/Reader, Alexander Hamilton/Reader, Thomas Jefferson/Reader, Angelica Schuyler/Reader, Elizabeth "Eliza" Schuyler/Reader

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Why Can't This Be Real?

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by ChelseaStark_x

Can you do a Dean Forester x reader fake dating au? Like after Dean and Rory broke up Jess broke up with the reader, then Rory started dating Jess and the reader and Dean were both really hurt, and they start fake dating to spite Rory and Jess (and give Stars hollow something to really gossip about) but things are going really well and they end up helping each other get full scholarships and at some point Dean is like "fuck it, I accidentally fell in love with u, can we date for real?"

Words: 3585, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 27 of Tumblr Prompts

Fandoms: Gilmore Girls

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Jess Mariano, Dean Forester, Rory Gilmore, Babette Dell, Reader, Luke Danes, Lorelai Gilmore

Relationships: Dean Forester & Reader, Dean Forester/Reader, Rory Gilmore/Jess Mariano, Previous Mentions of -, Dean Forester/Rory Gilmore, Jess Mariano/Reader

Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, but they fall in love, Falling In Love, Idiots in Love, College, Exams, Drama, Fluff, Getting Together, Getting to Know Each Other, Moving In Together, Cute, hand holding, dean forester is a good boyfriend, Reader-Insert, x Reader, One Shot, Studying, imagine, let's be honest the math and science is probably wrong, just go with it

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no take backs

As the earth collapsed around you, your sworn enemy decides to confess his feelings for you with a kiss. So when the world doesn’t end, what happens next?

Jess Mariano x f!Reader

Warning: 18+ only MDNI, fluff, slight angst, unprotected sex, piv, v!fingering, reader has anxiety (only plays a small part in the story), earthquake (no injuries)

Author’s note: Based on this request then I expanded on the concept. This fic is set after he left Stars Hollow.

✿ Masterlist | ✿ Jess Mariano Masterlist | 2.4k words

“Just because I’m letting you drive me home, does not mean we’re friends,” you huffed as you climbed into the passenger seat of Jess Mariano’s beat up car. Vintage, he called it. You’d never admit it, but you found it cute how he was proud of it. To him, it was his key to freedom, going anywhere he wanted whenever he wanted. Except for when nature had other plans.

“Well, a coworker could take his other coworker home, okay?” He said, closing the car door as he slid his keys into the ignition and started up the car. You relent and gave him your address.

It was just your luck that the Earth’s tectonic plates decided to shift in ways that damaged your car, but not your mortal enemy’s. Perhaps it was karma and you were being encouraged to make amends with him in the name of world peace. Try as you might however, the word “peace” and Jess Mariano just did not fit.

It certainly did not feel peaceful being trapped in a car with him. Your cheeks blushed as you remembered how soft his lips felt against yours and the eager way they moved as if it was the final thing he would ever do in his life. And for a few moments back at the publishing house, tucked safely beneath a table while the world shook violently around you, you were both convinced it was your last moments.

It was confusing. The way your heart hammered and you didn’t know if it was from fear of dy*ng or the way his kiss invaded your entire being. From the moans it elicited from your throat, to the air it stole from your lungs, and the butterflies that rushed in your stomach. It was hard to tell if it really was just an earthquake or the mind-shattering truth that your enemy might not actually hate you at all.

Then it was over too soon. The air felt cold without him close to you and he was pulling you up from under the table.

“So we’re just not going to talk about it?” You asked, piercing the awkward silence.

Jess just shrugged and spoke casually, “talk about what?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, of course he wasn’t going to make this easy for you. But he had no right confusing you with a kiss after constantly making your life a living nightmare.

“Jess, you kissed me,” you deadpan, addressing the elephant in the room. “Coworkers don’t kiss other coworkers.”

“A lapse of judgment in a life-threatening situation,” he dismissed, keeping his eyes straight on the road.

Your mouth curled, the sweet aftertaste of his kisses turning sour. You fumed in silence as you looked outside the window with unfocused eyes. You weren’t sure what you were more upset about: his denial or your disappointment - having to face the horrid fact that you also didn’t hate your enemy.

“Shit, the road’s blocked,” Jess drew you out from the thunder of your thoughts as you looked at the cars lined up ahead. It was like a scene from one of those post-apocalyptic films you’ve seen and dread sank in your chest. Perhaps you should stick to watching cheesy rom coms because this pessimism was not helpful at all.

“Can we go somewhere else?” You whispered softly, anxiety bearing down your chest.

Jess looked at you with concern. “Sure, let’s find somewhere we can park until things get better,” he replied with an equally soft tone and you hated it because he knew all about your anxiety and penchant for panic attacks. You didn’t like being weak around him, not if he could be sweet and caring only to take it all back when you’re fine.

He parked the car in between buildings, sheltered from the wails of emergency response vehicles and the rush of people trying to go home. You exhaled after going through rounds of breathing exercises to calm your anxiety.

“My my, a secluded alley. Jess Mariano, whatever do you plan to do with me?” You quipped, mildly accusing him or m*rder when the other meaning dawned on you, something that made you blush. Well, it was too late to back out now.

He smirked, “whose to say you’re not the one who wants to do things with me with that line of questioning, huh?”

“I wouldn’t do anything if I was the only one who liked it,” you hedged. Perhaps life was too short to keep denying your feelings. If there was ever a better time to learn that lesson, it was now. You just needed him to admit he felt it too.

“I don’t like the idea of being k*lled, thanks,” he scoffed as he plastered on a smug smile.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” you looked outside the window, an idea forming in your head.

“It sure is getting hot,” you comment innocently as you undid the top buttons of your blouse. Jess’ eyes followed your movement and you don’t miss the way his breath hitches.

“Better get comfortable, right?” You said, adjusting the car seat to lean back and you felt your blouse open slightly to reveal your cleavage. You were not going to make it easy for him to deny his feelings.

“Stop that,” Jess demanded while his eyes told a different tale of desire and longing.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you replied lazily. Two can play that game.

That’s right Jess, you thought, here’s a dose of your medicine. You continued, “this is much better.” You leaned your head back and stretched on the seat, aware of how your skirt inched up your legs.

You let out a satisfied moan, sighing in pleasure at thoughts of getting comfortable. If by comfort, you meant the satisfaction of derailing Jess’ denial and stubbornness. His eyes traced your legs then followed your chest when they rose and fell with your sigh. 

Jess grunted and you bit back a smile. “Okay, fine. So I kissed you,” he admitted.

You shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “You said it meant nothing, so why would it matter?”

“I never said it meant nothing, I said it was a it was a lapse of judgment.”

“There’s a difference?” You raised your eyebrow, challenging him to continue.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he steeled himself. To Jess Mariano, telling the truth meant peeling back the layers of his sarcasm, which was as painful as stripping off his skin.

“You know when they say the world is about to end, you’d think your life flashes before your eyes. But all I could see was you. And it wasn’t just because you were in front of me. God, I closed my eyes, and all I could see was still you. Laughing at your own jokes, greeting everyone with a smile, typing away on your computer. It would be such a shame if I didn’t get to kiss you if that was the last thing I’d ever do, damn it. But then the earthquake stopped and we were fine.”

Your eyebrows creased as you let his words sink in. “Is it really so bad that we survived?”

He narrowed his eyes at you, “I don’t think I could ever survive you. You frustrate me because you’re just so…you! You’re not someone I could just kiss once and get out of my system. I’d always want more and then I’d inevitably screw it up. It was better that you hated me from the start.”

His eyes burned with untold stories of heartbreak and self destruction. Despite all the ways he infuriated you, you wanted nothing more than to hold him. You had a feeling you were just seeing who he truly was beneath his smug smiles and his devil-may-care attitude.

“Jess, I don’t hate you,” you confess. “Don’t just make it one kiss,” you continue, allowing yourself to be just as honest as him. “Have another one, and another, and heck - have all of me!”

He looked at you in disbelief, as if he wished for the stars and he was told he could have the whole damn galaxy. A spark of joy and hope ignited something wild in him that he no longer let himself think of past regrets and mistakes.

He inched towards you, looking into your eyes for permission and you bridged the distance in response, kissing him. It was fiercer than when you both thought you were on the brink of de*th, because this time, it was a celebration of life and the possibilities that lay ahead.

You felt it when he sucked on your bottom lip and you moaned in pleasure, a small sound for all the words you couldn’t say. How all those time spent hating him was just a shield from your admiration of the man who took destiny in his own hands and never let the world define him.

The man who wrote stories and downplayed them through luck and how ink fumes must have altered his publisher’s minds to pick him. He never once acknowledged his talent, but secretly you did with the way you underlined your favorite sentences and re-read his book as if his words could wrap you in a sweet embrace.

He always kept you at an arm’s length and made your life hell, but it was heaven just being beside him. And you never dared to admit it. Until now, when he’s unbuttoning your blouse as he unravels your secrets. His mouth moves to your neck, setting your body on fire.

“Wait, what if someone sees us?” You ask, a wave of sobriety washing over you.

Jess just smirked, his lips pink and swollen, hungry for more of your kisses. “That’s half the fun.”

You rolled your eyes but god - you needed him. “And the other half?” You asked, mirroring his smirk.

“This,” he just says as he resumes your kiss.

It’s agony when you pull away again just to alleviate your anxiety, “can we at least go to the back?” It’s not much, but it’s better than being right by the windshield.

“Spacious,” he nods, moving away so you could climb over to the backseat. You felt the heat of his stare behind you as you settled in. 

He promptly followed suit until your bodies are tangled again with him laying you down the seat, careful so you don’t hit your head. You bring your hand to his stupid hair and run your fingers through it. His hands return to your blouse and your back arches on instinct when he unclasps your bra and he takes a moment to look at you. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he breathes as he squeezes your breast while he licks the other, planting soft tender kisses.

In his car, the sirens and chaos faded. You were consumed by Jess’ touch, both curious and possessive at the same time. His free hand traveling down your leg as he caressed it, slowly making his way to your inner thigh. You can’t help the way you squirmed beneath him as you held your breath in anticipation. In response, you palm his erection beneath his uncomfortably tight jeans and you’re rewarded with a grunt.

He teased you through your panties and you open your legs for him as he moves the thin fabric aside to feel your soft folds. You bite your lip and try to stifle your moan, but Jess brings his mouth to your ear, “I need to hear you, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” You cursed in response, your mind swimming in a haze of euphoria.

His fingers send shockwaves of pleasure as he spreads your liquid heat, exploring your folds and paying attention to which sensations left you whimpering. He exploited them skillfully, rubbing and teasing, eager to make you a moaning mess for him. You gasped when he plunged his fingers inside you and you arched your back, needing him deeper.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he admires as he pumped his fingers in and out. You moved your hips against his hand, needing more of him. He was finally here, doing things you used to just dream about, secrets stashed beneath soft covers in your moonlit bedroom.

“Jess, please. I need to feel all of you,” you begged and his eyes darkened.

“I’m all yours,” he replied as he removed his fingers and cleaned them off with his tongue. “Fuck you taste so good.” 

You helped him free his hard length and you don’t stifle the needy moan that escapes you this time when he fills you up. He takes a few slow movements before building up to a steady pace, the delicious friction making your toes curl. “You feel amazing, Jess,” you tell him.

He kissed you as he rocked his hips into you, a clash of teeth and tongue. There was nothing gentle in the way you moved against each other, it was pure want and longing crashing into each other. It was months of fantasies finally coming true and desires unleashed building in your core.

The car moved along with you, giving you extra leverage to find your rhythm. The irony was not lost on you that as the world shook around you once again, things were falling into place this time.

Filthy, desperate whimpers escaped his lips and you spread your legs wider, needing him deeper inside you. He squeezed your breast in response and teased your taut nipples, eager to worship all of you. You closed your eyes when you felt yourself teetering on the edge.

“Look at me,” Jess tells you instead and so you do. You see the lust and passion in his eyes and it’s enough to unravel you. Little earthquakes of ecstasy erupt through you as you shuddered against him. He increases his pace, eager to coax every last aftershock of your orgasm. It doesn’t take long before you feel his release warming your insides. He rests his head in the crook of your neck as he recovers his breath.

When he pulls out, you swipe his spilled seed from your leg and bring it in your mouth, enjoying the salty taste. “Fuck you’re so hot,” Jess breathes out. 

You grin. “So this happened. You gonna deny it?” You challenged him as he held you.

“Nope,” he said with a grin. “This happened. You’re mine and I’m yours. No take backs.”

“No take backs,” you echoed as you leaned in for another kiss.

It was perfect. The world could end at that moment and you would not mind at all.

Still you were glad to stay alive. Because then, you could always go another round, and another. So it goes.

✿ Masterlist | ✿ Jess Mariano Masterlist

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Masterlist: Lorenzo Berkshire

Key: ♡ fluff | ☆ smut | ☽ angst

© amongemeraldclouds I do not consent to having my work shared, translated, or reproduced elsewhere. Please do not claim as your own, tumblr is the only place I publish my written work.

Series

✿ Better than revenge (ongoing, ft. Ex!Mattheo) ♡☽☆ Mattheo Riddle broke your heart. So of course you get revenge by fake dating Lorenzo Berkshire, his half-brother. But as with all matters of the heart, nothing is ever straightforward. Baby, let the games begin.

Oneshot, blurbs, drabbles

✿ Things I'll Never Say ♡ | 1k words Why say things out loud when you can write them all down in a journal? No need to inconvenience everyone else with silly declarations of love that’s only guaranteed to break your heart. So what happens when your enemy - of all people - finds it?

✿ Ruin The Friendship ♡ | 1k words A letter gets mailed to its intended recipient. A letter confessing your feelings. A letter you never meant to send.

✿ The Fall ☽ | 395 words A glimpse into yours and Enzo's life before and after he became a De*th Eater.

18+ content | Minors do not interact

☆ All Night | 1.4k words Threesome with Mattheo Riddle x f!Reader. No plot, just smut.

☆ Chasing Highs | 2.6k words Threesome with Mattheo Riddle x f!Reader. No plot, just smut.

Navigation

✿ Main masterlist ✿ Slytherin boys ✿ Mattheo Riddle ✿ Jess Mariano ✿ About me

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

oh my goodness, i love this question! i think -

✿ Things I'll Never Say Lorenzo Berkshire x f!Reader | 1k words I'm obsessed with journaling, so happy I got to incorporate it into a fic. It's also the first one shot I published.

✿ Mattheo's Gamble Mattheo Riddle x f!Reader | 677 words I'm in love with AUs so I’m glad I got to feature three of them alongside the Wizarding World timeline - and it works.

✿ Not Being Romantic Jess Mariano x f!Reader | 3.3k words This was so fun to write and is my longest fic so far. Great if you love banter and the enemies to lovers trope.

✿ Better Than Revenge Chapter Six Mattheo Riddle x f!Reader (can be read as a standalone) Twelve days of Christmas with Mattheo Riddle. This was a fun format to write, a little story per day. All about how you and Mattheo get together over winter break.

✿ The Fall Deatheater!Lorenzo x OrderMember!Reader | 395 words This one is sad, but was fun to write. It's the first piece I wrote that's directly inspired by a poetry writing style.

#thanks for the ask #amongemeraldcloudsmail

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Masterlist: Mattheo Riddle

Key: ♡ fluff | ☆ smut | ☽ angst

© amongemeraldclouds I do not consent to having my work shared, translated, or reproduced elsewhere. Please do not claim as your own, tumblr is the only place I publish my written work.

♡ Firewhiskey Confessions | 810 words After drinking to cope with your heartbreak, you find a reliable confidante to spill your guts to. Except, he is not who he seems.

♡ Mattheo’s Gamble | 677 words Anguished by your tragic passing in the Second Wizarding War, Mattheo makes a bet with the Grim Reaper to get you back (features different AUs).

♡ May I have this dance? | 191 words Modern AU | Celebrate your career win by convincing your boyfriend to dance with you.

☽ Spoiler Alert | 1k words Life can be complicated when you possess a rare kind of magic: the ability to see your future with someone upon meeting them. A chance encounter with Mattheo Riddle reveals more than you bargained for.

♡ But Daddy I Love Him | 872 words Mattheo and the Slytherin boys rescue you from your father who held you captive one day before your wedding.

18+ content | Minors do not interact

☆ All Night | 1.4k words Threesome with Lorenzo Berkshire x f!Reader. No plot, just smut.

☆ Chasing Highs | 2.6k words Threesome with Lorenzo Berkshire x f!Reader. No plot, just smut.

Navigation

✿ Main masterlist ✿ Slytherin boys ✿ Lorenzo Berkshire ✿ Jess Mariano ✿ About me

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Comfort - Dean Forester X Reader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2PDAX67

by TooManyOneshots (DracoIsLoveDracoIsLife)

When Dean and Rory break up, you talk to Dean to try and comfort him...

Words: 278, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Gilmore Girls

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Relationships: Dean Forester/Reader, Rory Gilmore/Jess Mariano, mentions of previous:, Dean Forester/Rory Gilmore, Jess Mariano/Reader

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Comfort, gender neutral reader, Gender-neutral Reader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2PDAX67

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