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wait hi, y’all should amos to be in any of these private stories

🚫 no cell phones! ( gilmore girls )

jimmy woo stans. ( marvel obviously.)

but i like you, and that is not fake. ( young royals)

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[chloe-skywalker]

Fighting - Jess Mariano / Dean Forester

Jess x reader

Dean x friend reader

Rory x Bestfriend reader

Dean x Rory

Warnings: fighting?

Word count: 580

Requested: Hey! I would love for you to do an imagine about Jess Mariano and Dean Forester fighting over reader (Dean and Rory are dating, and when they start to physically fight, Rory and the reader walkin..) - @Anon

Authors Note: Love Jess

Masterlist

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“Hess!” Dean Yelled storming over to Jess with anger.

“What do you want Dean?” Jess asked annoyed as he turned to face the tall brunnette.

“What are you doing around Y/n?” Dean asked fuming like a cartoon character.

Jess scoffed with a smirk. “That’s not any of your business.”

“I’m making it my business.” Dean scowled at Jess’s answer.

“Leave it alone forester.” Jess narrowed his eyes at Dean. This was none of his business.

“No.” Dean grabbed Jess’s shoulder and he went to walk away, and forcibly turned him back to face himself.

“Why do you care? Huh? Your dating Rory.” Jess fired back. He knew he was pushing Dean’s buttons. He always did, but it normally had to do with Rory. Why should he care about him and Y/n? He shouldn’t. An that pisses Jess off. “You know I see Lorelai and Rory every day at the diner. Should I tell one of them or both of them that you are jealous of me hanging out with Y/n? When you are with Rory? I didn’t think so.”

With those words said it was the last straw for Dean. He threw a punch into Jess’s face, giving him a solid right hook. Making Jess stumble back. Of course, that pissed Jess off so he tackled him. An of course a fight broke out. Which got a lot of people watching, and gathering around.

“Rory?” Y/n asked tilting her head to the side as the two stopped on the steps of the school. Watching the scene before them.

“Yeah, I see it.” Rory nodded, even though neither girl was looking at the other.

“Should we break them apart?” Y/n asked with a furrowed brow.

“Probably.” Rory nodded again, answering her friend. As both girls continued to watch their guys fight and roll around on the grass. But once they saw Dean get the upper hand and pinned Jess down with his knees. Dean started punching Jess over and over again with no mercy. They both took off to rush and break it up. “Ok, Yeah now.”

“What’s going on?” Y/n screamed once her and Rory pried the two boys apart, standing between them with their hands placed on their respective guy’s chests.

“He started it.” Dean pointed to Jess over Rory and Y/n’s heads. Face red from the fight and anger.

“Bullshit” Jess spit out his words with a shake of his head. He was pissed, he knows the guy hates him. But to put the blame of this all on him. That pissed Jess off. All he was doing was minding his own business, waiting for Y/n. Then Dean came up to him and tried to get him to fight. When that didn’t work, Dean started the fight himself. All about a girl that’s not even his.

“Let’s go Dean we have a test to study for.” Rory tugged on Dean’s jacket, trying to get the two boys separated even more. Like away from eachother in a couple miles radius.

Once Rory and Dean left, Y/n fully faced jess checking him for injuries. Jess sighed looking down while moving his hands to hold her hips. “I didn’t start it.”

“I believe you. I believe you.” Y/n smiled, Jess since they get together always made sure she knew if something was his fault or not. He was trying to be better. Y/n could see it. And she believed him.

[secretweasley]

UGH i’d always choose jess over dean.

[leossmoonn]

How Annoyed Were You? [Jess Mariano]

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pairing - jess mariano x fem!reader

type - angst, fluff

note - most random idea but lol enjoy!

summary - jess breaks the coffee machine and apologizes to you by making you dinner

warnings / includes - mild language, fighting, food and eating, kissing, jess and you being snarky and flirting w each other

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*gif isn’t mine*

“Need a refill?”

“Must you ask?”

You grinned at Lorelei, pouring her another cup of joe.

“Thank you, pretty,” she smiled as she took a sip.

“No problem. You know, you should tip more since I’m giving you free refills,” you stated.

Lorelei furrowed her brows, setting her mug down. “Um, doesn’t that like, defeat the purpose of free refills?”

“Yeah, but, I’m basically your second daughter. Plus, a little birdie told me you love me more,” you smirked.

“And who did you hear that from? Someone in your dreams?” Rory hummed.

“Nope, from a very real source. Myself!” You grinned. Rory scoffed with a smile. “Yeah, you wish!”

“Ah, I do,” you sighed, putting the coffee pot back on the heater.

“You know, all you do is sit up there and read, or go into the city and do God knows what. I promised your mom I would keep an eye on you, so you’re goin’ to keep workin’ here!”

Luke distressed, irritated voice sounded suddenly. The three of you looked at him, brows raising as Luke wasn’t usually this cranky this early in the morning.

“Oh, looks like you owe me ten dollars, Gilmore,” you looked to Rory.

She rolled her eyes and turned to her mom. “Mom, do you have ten bucks?”

“Mmm, I think so, but you can’t have it,” Lorelei shook her head.

“Ugh, now I’m gonna have to open up my piggy bank,” Rory groaned.

You grinned. “Or one of you can tip me ten dollars.”

“Yeah, right,” Lorelei scoffed, then thought for a moment. “Only if you make me a gigantic pizza.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” you winked.

“What did you guys bet on?” Luke came over, running his fingers through his hair and putting his baseball cap on.

“How long it would take for Jess to make you mad again. I said twelve hours, Rory said 48,” you explained.

“Wow, you have a lot of faith in Jess,” Luke looked to Rory.

“What can I say? I’m not a pessimist unlike some people.” Rory pointed to you and Luke.

“Rude,” you scoffed before turning around to get the food Caeser had set out.

You ran into Jess who was exiting his and Luke’s loft.

“Watch where you walk much?” Jess muttered.

Your brows raised and you looked to Luke, Rory and Lorelei, pointing to Jess and whispering not-so-quietly, “Baby is cranky.”

“I can hear you, you know?” Jess frowned. “I know,” you grinned.

Jess rolled his eyes and pushed past you, making his way out to the door, but you stopped him.

“Hey! You’re scheduled to do a shift today!” You gave the customers their food before running over to him.

“Yeah, I know,” he muttered. He went to walk out the door, but you grabbed his sleeve, pulling him back. “Just let me go, Y/n. I —”

He stopped talking once he felt your hands on his arm, the physical contact making his heart start to race. You didn’t notice the change in his facial expression, continuing to scold him.

“You’re not having a good day, you hate life, blah blah blah. Yeah, I’ve heard it all before. But you are staying here and working your shift with me. After you can go and do whatever so-called “bad boy” stuff you do,” you said, your grip on his arm tightening as he tried to get out of it.

He looked to you, searching your eyes, knowing that you weren’t going to let him get away. He sighed and closed the door. “Fine. Only because you know I can’t resist you.”

“Good,” you grinned. Heat rose to your face as you pulled him back over behind the counter, handing him his apron. “Table four needs to get served and table ten needs to order.”

“You know the tables don’t have actual table numbers, right?” Jess asked.

“And you know that I could put you on over time if you don’t shut up?” You smiled at him sweetly.

Jess chuckled, his little smile-smirk made your heart skip a few beats. “Yes, ma’am.” His little title for you made your stomach flip as well, but you kept your ground, thanking him and putting plates of food into his hands and sending him off.

“Thank you, Y/n, for getting him to stay. For some reason he only listens to you,” Luke sighed.

“Well, it might be because his first day here I threatened him with a fork? But no problem. I like being bossy. Especially to Jess,” you smiled.

“And I thank the Gods that you do. Anyways, I gotta run,” Luke said, slipping jacket on.

“Where are you going?” Lorelei asked before you could.

“Out,” Luke answered before walking away.

“Really descriptive! Not vague at all!” Lorelei yelled at him as he left.

Luke just waved to you three before shutting the door. You chuckled, getting out a rag and dirty dish drawer to collect and clean off the remains of the empty tables.

“Do you know where he goes, Y/n?” Rory asked. “Um, honestly, I think he’s going on dates,” you said.

Rory and Lorelei looked to each other, brows raising in complete surprise.

“Did you just say “Luke” and “dating” in the same sentence?” Lorelei chortled.

“I believe I did, Lor,” you chuckled. “Huh… weird. I’ll have to tease him about that later,” she grinned.

You laughed at her response, knowing how much hell she would give Luke if it were true.

“What about you, Y/n?” Rory asked as you left to collect the dirty dishes.

“What about me?” You asked.

“You and dating?” Rory explained. “Ooh yeah! Does Miss Y/n L/n have a special beau?” Lorelei giggled.

You cleaned the tables before answering them, not sure what to really say. You walked back over, setting the dirty dishes in the sink before returning to the two.

“Um… not really,” you said slowly. “Not really? What does that mean?” Lorelei asked.

You snuck a glance at Jess, a small smile spreading on your face as you saw him talking to Babette and Patty, letting them touch his hair and compliment his outfit. He was weirdly patient when them, even if his usual sarcastic comments and eye-rolling showed differently.

You then turned back to the girls and shrugged, “It means no.” “Are you sure?” Rory raised her brows.

You looked at the two, furrowing your brows as you tried to figure out what was their game.

“Yes…? Why are you guys so interrogational today?” You asked.

“Okay, one, we always are. Two, don’t pretend like you didn’t just look at Jess and like the way said he couldn’t resist you,” Lorelei listed.

Heat rose up to your face and you ducked your head down, turning around to grab the coffee pot. You walked away from the girls, going over to a few tables to refill their coffees before returning to them again. You didn’t say anything, though, knowing that if you did, you would give your little crush away. As if the whole town didn’t know already. They definitely did.

“You do like him! Knew it!” Lorelei exclaimed. “Yeah, in a co-worker, friend-type of way,” you scoffed, setting the coffee pot back under the machine.

“Liar, liar pants on fire,” Rory recited.

“I’m serious! Why would I like someone who disrespects me and Luke, is always late, and someone who is so irritating to even be next to? That’s not my type.”

Lorelei and Rory looked at you, looking as if they were holding back their laughter.

“What?” You frowned.

“Y/n,” Lorelei laughed, “He is exactly your —”

A loud crash cut off Lorelei, making the whole diner stop and look at the source. Your head snapped to Jess, who was holding a broken coffee pot, the machine also on the floor. Your jaw dropped at once, your hands balling into fists. Your whole body started to shake in anger as you started to yell.

“What the hell!”

“I-I —” Jess tried to explain, but he had never seen you this angry before. And as much as he would’ve liked to think it would be attractive and cute to see you mad, he was honestly terrified.

“You what? You decided to smash and break our equipment! God, Jess. You know, I knew you were a good-for-nothing, annoying idiot whose mom basically kicked him out so he had to live with his uncle, but I didn’t think you were an delinquent asshole, too.” You laughed sourly. You then untied your apron, smacking it down on the counter. “When I get back, this better be cleaned up.”

You spun around on your heal, stomping out of the diner.

“Yeah, walk away. Real professional!” Jess shouted.

You ignored him and swung the door open, bumping into Luke.

“Whoa, what’s wrong?” He asked.

Your head snapped to him, your eyes burning with tears. “Tell Liz to take her idiot son back or I’ll make sure he never comes back.”

You then pushed past him and stormed off. Luke sighed and looked to Jess who had a book pulled out already. Luke looked around his cafe, his face getting red with anger as he saw the broken coffee machine. He stomped over to him, taking his book and throwing it across the room.

“This again? C’mon —”

“Go and apologise,” Luke demanded sternly.

“Why? I should be apologising to you. I’m so —”

“No, you apologise to her because she was the one in charge while you broke the machine.”

Jess rolled his eyes. “I don’t even know where she went!”

“Then you wait here and clean up while I fix your schedule to put you on over time so you can work here for free and I can save up money to buy a new machine. When she comes back you better apologise,” Luke demanded.

Jess sighed, “Fine.” He then walked off, going to get the broom and dustpan.

Luke sighed and turned to Lorelei who was pouting.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“No coffee,” she answered sadly. Luke rolled his eyes. “Ah, yes, because that’s the most important thing right now.”

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You came back at closing time. You spent the whole day walking around Stars Hallow, crying and yelling at Jess in your head. When you came back the whole place was almost empty except for Lorelei and Rory.

“Hey! There’s our girl!” Lorelei exclaimed as you walked in.

You let out a chuckle and wiped the remaining tears off your face. Rory frowned and hopped out of her seat, going over to you and giving you a big hug.

“We’re sorry about Jess. He’s a jerk.”

You smiled into her shoulder and hugged her back, enjoying the comfort of a friend.

“It’s not your fault.” You said once Rory pulled away.

“I know, but still.” Rory gave you a small smile.

You returned the smile, sniffling and looking around the diner, sighing once you saw the sink was full of dirty dishes, yet the coffee machine area was all clean.

“Well, his work ethic is great,” you snorted, walking over to the sink.

“Well, I was busy with something else.” Jess’s voice caught your attention.

You turned to him, your eyes widening in surprise as you saw Jess walking out of the back with a plate of food and a candle.

“You hungry? I hope so. You walked out of here without your wallet,” Jess chuckled.

You fought the smile that was coming on. “Yeah, I’m really hungry.”

“Great. Just sit here and I’ll get you a drink,” Jess put the food down on a nearby table.

You nodded and seated yourself, Lorelei and Rory walking out the door.

“We’ll leave you two love birds alone,” Rory smiled.

“Have fun, but not too much!” Lorelei exclaimed while leaving.

You shook your head with a laugh, looking at the mouth-watering meal in front of you. Jess came back over to you with your favourite drink, sitting down with his own drink.

You took a bite of your food, sighing contently as you had been wanting to eat for the past five hours.

“It’s good, right? I made it myself,” Jess smiled proudly.

“Yeah, it’s really good,” you smiled. “Too bad you couldn’t do the dishes.”

Jess frowned, “You’re so pessimistic. Just relax.”

“Oh, I’m the pessimist?” You chuckled.

You both met eyes and you each shared a smile. You looked back at your food, feeling the heat rise to your face from the eye contact. You took a sip of your drink, Jess breathing in to speak again.

“I… I’m sorry, Y/n. You’re right. I am a delinquent asshole. I got annoyed at the machine because it was like, buffering or whatever and I started hitting it and…”

Jess’s words seemed to sound distant as you looked back up at him. Your eyes first went to his, admiring the way the light hit them. You noticed how his pupils were wide. Your heart started to race as you remembered reading about physical signs of attraction. Enlarged pupils were one of the signs.

Your eyes then went to his hair, your fingers itching to run them through it. You just knew his hair was soft and silky. Your eyes trailed to his lips, the things you wanted to touch, kiss, and taste the most. They just were so smooth and soft-looking. And you loved when they did their little smirk-smile thing.

Before you knew it, you started to lean in. You pushed your food to the side, sitting up on the chair with your knees. Jess stopped talking, his eyes widening and jaw dropped as he realized what was happening.

“Y/n, a-are you drunk?” He asked.

You put your hand on his bicep, your eyes flickering between his eyes and lips. “No.”

“Then why are you —”

“Just shut up,” you scolded before crashing your lips onto his.

Jess kissed you back immediately, leaning over the table to put his hand on your neck, trailing it up to cup your cheek. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as his thumb ran up and down your cheekbone. You put your hand on the back of his neck, entangling his hairs on the nape of his neck, sighing contently as your suspicions were right.

Jess was the first to pull away, his eyes shooting wide open. “What was that for?”

Your lips spread into a wide, bright smile. “How annoyed were you to break a whole coffee machine?”

Jess laughed, doing his smirk-smile that you loved so much. “I guess I was pretty annoyed.”

“Were you pretty annoyed when I kissed you?” You asked, hoping he loved the kiss as much as you did.

He leaned back over the table, putting his hand on his. “Not at all.”

“Good because I’m gonna do it again,” you smiled.

“Good,” he smiled back, this time leaning in, too.

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Dress | Jess Mariano

Jess Mariano x reader

Summary: Based on the song Dress by Taylor Swift

You flattened your palms against powder blue, paisley covered cami dress you were wearing. It fell right below your mid thigh and you absolutely adored it. You spotted it shopping with your best friend the weekend before and just had to have it, even if it cost you half of your paycheck.

As much as you hated to admit it, your first thought after sliding it on was what Jess’s reaction would be. Not that he was the most expressive guy out there— but a part of you hoped he’d at least tell you that you looked nice.

You didn’t need validation— you knew you looked good. You just wanted to hear it from the dark haired boy who occupied your mind way more then you’d ever admit.

Somehow the pair of you had become best friends, much to the surprise of everyone in Stars Hallow. You had quite a few arguments with Taylor defending the boy.

You spent so much time at Luke’s that you practically lived there and eventually Jess was forced to talk to you. Turns out you actually had a lot in common, specifically in the relm of music and movie taste. He’d spend his lunch and dinner breaks tucked away with you at your designated table towards the back of the restaurant, with a window facing the gazebo. You liked to look out on the lights while you listened to music on your walkman.

The second you layed eyes on Jess Mariano your stomach swarmed with butterflies. While you were looking at him, he was looking at Rory Gilmore.

You didn’t want to be just best friends.

You grabbed your bright pink purse, tossing Kafka’s Metamorphosis inside along with your walkman and slipped on a cropped white cardigan. A part of you hopped it wasn’t too dressy— the other part didn’t care.

You had sat in Luke’s in a full Wolf Man costume before, so it didn’t exactly matter.

The walk to Luke’s was short, with you sharing pleasentries with various townsfolk that you passed by. Miss. Patty was sure to compliment your dress.

Your headphones were already pulled over your head by the time you entered the dinner, shooting Luke a quick smile and wave as you settled into your normal seat. You always came after rush hour so you wouldn’t have to worry about it being taken— by then everyone knew who the seat belonged to.

You didn’t notice Jess’s gaze on your back as you stood facing the table, pulling the book from your bag as you took a seat.

An itch at the back of your neck prompted you to turn your head, catching his wide eyes looking in your direction. Knowing better, you didn’t think anything of it, only shooting Jess a grin and opening the book to your latest spot.

Luke shoved his nephew’s shoulder as he passed by, ripping the damp cloth from his hands, “Close your mouth before a bug flies in there.”

Luke thought you were both idiots. When one of you wasn’t staring, the other was. He had just about had it, honestly.

“I’m taking my lunch,” Jess muttered, throwing his notepad on the counter and sitting opposite of you at your table. His own book was in his hand, some Jane Austen novel that Rory recommended.

“Right,” Luke sighed, watching the two of you take turns looking over your books at the other person, “ridiculous.”

“Why are you dressed like an extra in Clueless?” Jess finally questioned, thumbing the pages of his small book.

You rolled your eyes, moving your headphones to rest on the table, “You watch romcoms often? Didn’t take you for the type— but no judgement here,” you threw up your hands, book still clutched tightly in the left one.

“Shut up, Rory made me watch it.”

Your jaw clenched at that, not that Jess would notice. “Right, well it’s called a dress. People wear them when they don’t wanna wear pants,” you replied, eyes returning to your book.

Not exactly the reaction you had imagined.

“What, you gotta date or something?”

“Yup,” you confirmed, not noticing the change in Jess’s demeanor, “Luke and I have been dating for weeks. We just didn’t want to freak you out, probably should’ve told you sooner,” you smirked, holding your blue checked mug out for the diner owner as he passed your table.

“Thanks, hun,” you winked at the older man.

“Never, ever do that again,” he instructed, pointing a finger in your direction before quickly walking away with the coffee pot.

“Then why are you wearing it?” He pressured.

Honestly you didn’t understand the big deal. You were half tempted to slap the back of his head and scream ‘i’m wearing it so you’ll notice me, idiot,’ but the fear of embarrassment quickly took that off of the table.

“It’s just a dress, I don’t understand why you’re making such a big deal out of it,” you shrugged, pulling at the sleeve of your cardigan.

Jess huffed out a laugh, “Whatever.”

“You know, you can just tell me I look nice and we can move on. I know you have the communication skills of a fifth grader, but I promise it won’t kill you. I’m not gonna mount you over the table if that’s what you’re worried about,” you replied, raising a brow in challenge. Something about the dress must’ve been helping your confidence.

Even Jess was surprised, coughing out loud for a few seconds before settling down.

“What, don’t know how to compliment a girl?”

“I know how to compliment a girl,” he finally smirked, leaning over the table with his arms crossed. Jess’s face was so close to yours that you could feel his breath fan your face.

“Oh really— shit,” you hissed, recoiling as coffee spilled down the front of your pretty new dress.

Jess quickly leaned back with wide eyes, realizing what he had done. “Shit, I’m sorry,” he stood up, walking over to you and helping you stand.

“What the hell happened?” Luke questioned, his eyes shifting between the two of you— more specifically the coffee all over you and his semi-clean floors.

“Slick over here,” you hissed, pointing a finger at Jess, “didn’t like the dress apparently.”

“So you poured coffee on it?” Luke questioned his nephew in exasperation, not putting anything past the boy.

“Wha- no! I like the dress, it’s a very nice dress. I just knocked the coffee over. Accidentally.”

“Very nice, huh?”

“We’re not doing this,” Luke interrupted what was probably about to be more flirting, “you two go upstairs. Let her clean up and borrow some of your clothes. And then you’ll pay for her very nice dress to be dry cleaned. Capiche?”

“Got it,” Jess replied, grabbing your arm gently and pulling you behind him.

“I knew you liked the dress,” you whispered as you made your way through the small diner and up the stairs.

“Shut up,” Jess grinned, opening the door.

You looked around curiously, waiting as he rummaged through his dresser. The space was very small— it was obviously a squeeze for both of their belongs plus the little kitchen and living room area. But it was very Luke. You imagined it was much more tightly before Jess came to town.

“Here,” he gestured for you to hold out your hands, handing you a tee shirt, some sweatpants, and a washcloth. The clothes were too long but it would work for the walk back home. “The bathroom is in there,” he pointed to the only other door in the apartment beside the closet and front one. “I’ll wait for you out here.”

You looked in the mirror, rolling your eyes at your appearance. Of course coffee would spill on your new dress because why wouldn’t it? You reached around back to pull down the zipper, cursing when your arms wouldn’t reach.

And now you’d be forced into the cliche of asking the cute boy to help you unzip. At least your initial intentions were coming true, even if they weren’t in the way you had hoped. The idea of Jess removing the dress had definitely come up in a fantasy while you waited in the checkout line.

You opened the door, sighing loud enough for the boy to hear. “I need your help.”

“You need my help?” He repeated with a question mark, looking over at you. He felt bad, sure, but the desire to laugh at your coffee covered frame was definitely present.

“Yes Polly, I need help. I can’t reach the zipper.”

You turned around, pulling your hair over your shoulder. Your eyes closed as you braced yourself, listening to Jess’s footsteps draw closer. You could feel his presence behind you as he came to a stop— seemingly a little unsure aswell.

“Speed it up, Mariano,” you grumbled, cursing the heat that rushed to your cheeks, “I don’t have all day.”

“Shut up,” he quipped, placing a hand on your waist to steady himself before grabbing the zipper with his other one.

He was slow to pull it down, the heat from his knuckes dancing down your spine as more skin was revealed. You could feel his breath hitch against the back of your neck, making your brows furrow.

He stopped right above the end of your spine, hands lingering in place as both of you refused to speak. The air was palpable, the heat of his hands permiating the thin cotton fabric against your waist. Slowly you turned your head, your eyes meeting his as you held your breath.

He brought the hand that was unzipping your dress up to cup your neck, gaze lingering on your once gloss covered lips. “You look really beautiful in this dress,” he muttered before pulling you in for a searing kiss.

It was fast, both of you out of breath after almost a few seconds— “I look really good without the dress too.”

[secretweasley]

it’s fall time which means a rewatch of gilmore girls, and falling in love with jess all over again. and my god am i still in love with him.

[dynamite-with-a-laser-beammm]

😌✨🌿yea

[violet-bridgerton]

#like father like daughter

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holy fuck

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Toxic positivity stans be like

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F.A. Krummacher, The Moss Rose

[vivi-rh]

bath and body works is having a sale this weekend. so...

Harry: AUTUMN WOODS, crisp morning air

Hermione: COZY CASHMERE, love

Ron: AUTUMN, salted butterscotch

Fred: CINNAMON SPICED VANILLA, cinnamon Irish cream

George: CRANBERRY WOODS, apple weather

The twins: marshmallow fireside

Neville: vanilla sage

Luna: CHAMPAGNE TOAST, pumpkin cupcake

Fleur: PERFECT PEONY, pure white cotton

Oliver: vanilla birch

Cedric: SWEATER WEATHER, lakeside morning

Sirius: FRESH FALL MORNING, frozen lake

Remus: fresh balsam

Molly / the burrow: welcome home

Tonks: BLACK CHERRY MERLOT, cactus blossom

Draco: MAHOGANY APPLE, flannel

Bill: pumpkin clove

Newt: bergamot waters

Ginny: WHITE EUCALYPTUS AND SAGE, sparkling pear riesling

Bellatrix: smoked birch

Hagrid: sweet cinnamon pumpkin, leaves

Dumbledore: crystal waters

James: bonfire

Lily: cranberry woods

you all are very welcome

[secretweasley]

jacob black.

[clovermunson]

knitted sweaters and fuzzy socks— george weasley

author’s note: alright i know it’s only september, but i simply cannot get the idea of Christmas with George at the Burrow out of my mind, so sue me😂 anyway, have the inaugural George fic that i just couldn’t wait to write!! as always, reblogs and likes are very appreciated, i just ask that you please do not repost and claim as your own! also a huge thank you to @lifeofkaze for her amazing suggestions to help with editing!!❤️💛—xo, morgan💜

word count: 2.6k

pairing: george weasley x fem!reader

warnings: nothing really, just pure tooth-rotting fluff. George being an adorable dork. mentions of eating and food but that’s really about it. oh, mostly dialogue because my brain just refused to write extremely detailed scenes.

requested tags: @thatravenpuffwitch (@erinislands) i apologize for how long it took me to get back to editing this fic and posting it, but i remembered to tag you in it!!💕

Dating a guy like George came with its perks.

One of those many perks was that you got to spend the holidays at the Burrow, which had become one of your favorite places to be even if it wasn’t the holiday season or a particular occasion.

The fresh snowfall outside of the Burrow had made for the perfect winter wonderland, so much so that Ginny, Ron, Fred, and Harry had all decided to go sledding and play in the snow while you and George had preferred to stay in for a little while, enjoying the comfort of the couch and the warmth of the fireplace. During Christmas time, the Burrow had always felt extra homey and inviting, but when there was snow, it truly was magical and had a certain picturesque charm to it.

You watched as the string lights on the Christmas tree twinkled, almost as if they were in tune to a silent Christmas song, thinking of all the Christmases you’d spent with the Weasleys and just how wonderful each year was—thankful that you’d grown so close to all of them. The only thing to bring you out of your thoughts was the sound of your boyfriend’s voice as he entered the den from the kitchen, with two mugs of hot chocolate in one of his hands, the other closed around something that you couldn’t quite see.

“Reckon we ought to go out there and join in on the fun? Fred’s probably getting relentlessly pelted with snowballs.” George chuckled, sinking down onto the couch beside you, handing you a mug of hot chocolate.

“Nah,” you giggled, shaking your head, “I think he’ll be fine. Besides, I quite like how warm it is in here.” You took the mug from him, bringing it up to your lips and taking a sip, the mug warming up your hands as you did so.

As you set your mug of hot chocolate down on the coffee table, George pulled you into his side, your head resting on his chest as he lifted his other hand, in it were two gingerbread cookies.

“Think I’d forget?” He smirked, handing you a cookie from the batch that Molly had made earlier as he took a bite of his.

George was always trying to sneak cookies before the batches were completely baked, but this time he’d waited until after dinner before going after them.

“Quite surprised you remembered, actually.” You quipped, a sly smirk on your face as you briefly examined the cookie before taking a bite.

“Hurtful.” George feigned offense, a hand over his chest like he’d been wounded by the joke, “as if I’d forget to grab our personalized cookies.” George pointed to the icing letters of yours and his initials.

“Such a baby.” You snorted, finding his dramatics to be more adorable than anything.

“Ah, but I’m your baby.” George poked your nose, and you swore you could hear a quiet giggle escape from his lips.

You wrapped your arms around George’s waist after finishing your cookie, nuzzling your face into his chest with a smile, his scent of fireworks and sweet cinnamon comforting to you. Almost like a warm embrace upon returning home after travels.

After an afternoon of lively congregation and singing, a hearty Christmas feast, and opening presents, being able to finally relax with George was exactly what you needed to recharge your social battery. George’s leg bounced almost rhythmically as the two of you cuddled up, the both of you donning your handmade Weasley sweaters from Molly, though you had on a thin long sleeve shirt under yours for extra warmth.

You pulled the sleeves of your sweater over your hands, thankful that Molly had always oversized your sweaters a little bit every year.

“Are you cold?” George asked, snapping out of his daze, grabbing the large knitted blanket from the back of the couch for you.

“Oh no I just—” you were interrupted by George laying the blanket over both of your bodies, a smile forming as the warmth radiated over your body, “actually, this is quite nice.”

“Thought so.” George took your hands in his, the warmth of his hands coming as quite a shock in contrast to how cold yours were, but within his, they were instantly warm.

“Have I told you that I love you?” George asked, looking down to you, your eyes meeting as you slowly looked up to him.

“Hmm…only about a thousand times this week.” You giggled, shifting your weight to get comfortable.

“Well then make that one thousand and one times.” George smirked, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead, “but I do have an extra gift I wanted to give to you.”

“Georgie, we promised no extra gifts this year.” You scolded, a playful pout on your face as George simply brushed off the comment.

“No no, I didn’t buy anything extra. This gift is handmade, maybe not so much with quality craftsmanship, but with lots of love of course!” George eagerly shifted his weight against the arm of the couch, “that’s not against the rules, is it?”

“I suppose not…” you mused, “but I didn’t get you anything extra.” Your pout quickly turned to one of guilt at the realization that you had nothing to give George in return for his extra efforts.

“Don’t worry about it.” George smiled, “it wasn’t too much work, and mum helped me with it to make sure at least part of it came out perfect.”

“If you made it, I’d think it’s perfect regardless of the condition it’s in, love.” You returned a smile, though you still felt bad about not having anything to give to George.

The light from the fireplace had begun to die down, casting a dim glow over the den, just enough that you could see shadows of the flickering flames dancing around on the hardwood floor, and the soft light of the oncoming dusk just peeking in through the window that illuminated George’s nearly angelic features, bringing attention to to the light freckles that dotted his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

“Nothing could be as perfect as you though, could it?” George had noticed the small space between the two of you, and inched closer to close the gap, just barely catching your lips in a kiss before Fred came barreling through the front door of the Burrow in a panic, the sound of the door slamming shut making you and George jump away from each other. You would’ve argued with George about who looked more perfect, had Fred not looked so frantic.

“Can we help you?” George motioned to his twin, the annoyance obvious in his tone.

“I—” Fred tried to catch his breath, the harsh cold air from outside still burning his lungs, “I need a scarf, do either of you have a spare one?”

You and George shared a look of confusion before Fred finally explained, “we’re making a snowman, and Ginny’s insisting that he needs a scarf. I’m not about to argue with her over it.”

George thought for a moment before answering, “Go check in your wardrobe, there’s probably quite a few of your old ones still in there, if not go check Ron’s wardrobe, I’m sure he has plenty.”

“Great. Oh, and Y/N, be a dear and please tell Georgie to keep the snogging to a minimum, yeah?” Fred nodded to you before he bolted upstairs in search of a scarf.

“I’m so sorry about my idiot twin, darling.” George groaned, pressing a kiss to your temple, “can’t get a moment of peace with him around.”

“Tell me about it.” You snorted, thinking of all the times that Fred had interrupted you and George in the midst of cuddling or even watching a movie together.

“Now, where was I?” George smirked before pressing a quick kiss to your lips, then began peppering your face with kisses.

“Georgie!” You managed to get out through all the giggling, “stop it!” You tried to playfully push him away from you, only for the redhead to attack you with more kisses.

“Got one!” Fred interrupted again as he came down the stairs and through the den, making George stop rather quickly, “Ugh, please you two. That’s disgusting.” The older twin fake-gagged as he hurried to the front door of the Burrow.

“You’re just jealous because you can’t get a girlfriend!” George called after his twin as Fred disappeared out the front door and into the snow again.

You giggled as you watched the other Weasleys enjoy a snow day, and because you saw Fred get hit in the face with a snowball from Ginny as soon as he got outside.

“Y/N, love…” George took your hand again, “have you forgotten about my extra gift already?”

“Oh, no!” You exclaimed, shaking your head, “just with Fred being a constant interruption and you being the kiss monster it was a bit difficult to focus on that.”

“Would you like to open the gift now?” George asked, sitting upright against the back of the couch, his legs crossed.

“Well, since we can’t exactly guarantee we won’t have another interruption at any given time, I’d like to open it now before the less handsome version of you ruins the moment again.” You laughed, a bright smile on your face as George laughed, reaching under the couch to retrieve the gift bag.

“Now like I said, it’s not exactly perfect or fine, quality craftsmanship, but this gift is entirely from the heart.” George held the red and gold bag up to you, “and mind the glitter on the bag please, that stuff gets everywhere.” He chuckled, a hand raking through his hair, a couple of glitter flakes already noticeable on his cheeks.

“Georgie, I told you. I’ll think it’s perfect no matter what, just because you made it.” You sat up, taking the bag from him, the gold glitter already falling onto your sweater and pants.

“Go ahead, open it.” George was smiling like a kid in a candy store, his anticipation already getting the best of him.

“Okay okay.” You giggled, beginning to pull the tissue paper from the bag, discarding it onto the floor at yours and George’s feet. The first thing you pulled out was another knitted sweater, made with dark red yarn, and then you noticed the little detail on it: an embroidered gold heart on the upper left side of it, yours and George’s initials embroidered in red to contrast against the gold thread of the heart.

“George…” you smiled at the sweater, holding it close to your body, “you really didn’t have to!” You could tell that he had sprayed a bit of cologne onto it, given that it had a light hint of a bergamot-based scent to it.

“Mum made that one.” George quickly admitted, “I came up with the idea for it though!” He quickly picked up the tissue paper form the floor, setting it on the table. “I made the other gift though, just…please don’t laugh at it.” George nervously chuckled.

You smiled, shaking your head as you reached for the second gift, a pair of fuzzy, knitted socks made with purple and orange yarn— clearly to match the color scheme of what the twins wanted their business, Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, to be.

You couldn’t even begin to string together a coherent thought to explain to George about how happy you were to receive the extra gifts from him. All you knew was that you absolutely loved them, and would definitely be wearing them any chance you had to do so.

“These are absolutely perfect, love.” You smiled at George, your hand coming up to gently caress his jawline, “not as perfect as you, but pretty close.” You leaned forward, pulling him into a chaste kiss.

George smirked, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips, “I’m glad you love them, darling. I did get an idea for an extra gift for me, if you still feel bad about not having anything else for me.”

“Oh yeah?” You smirked, ridding yourself of the sweater from Molly, replacing it with the one from George, “let’s hear it then.” You slid the socks onto your feet, over the pair that you already had on.

“Maybe you could bake something for me?” George suggested, giving you his best puppy-dog eyes and pout, “you know that mum’s given you free access to the kitchen, a privilege that the rest of us don’t get.”

“Alright,” you giggled, “what is it that you want me to make?”

George’s eyes lit up with excitement as a smile quickly replaced his pout, “what about the cookies that you made last year? you know, those little sugar cookies with the little piece of chocolate in the center?”

“Really? I thought you liked the sugar cookies with the sprinkles on them more than those.” You smiled, stuffing the tissue paper back into the gift bag for an easier cleanup.

“What? No no no, Ron liked those more. But, to be fair, Ron likes everything though.” George laughed, “the ones with the chocolate were my favorite, not that I didn’t like the other ones though, I loved everything that you made.” He admitted, a smile parting his lips as if he’d accidentally said something he didn’t mean to and he was quickly trying to retract his statement.

You smiled to yourself at George’s rambling. Really, he could be adorable when he wanted to be, and his tendency to ramble was one of the many things you happened to find beyond adorable about him.

“Better yet, instead of you just eating them…” you mused, “what if I let you help with making them?”

“Me?” George pointed to himself, “you want me to help make your famous holiday cookies?” His brow arched, the confusion in his face evident.

“C’mon.” You pulled George up from the sofa, “surely you couldn’t mess it up. It’s so easy, I’m sure not even Fred could mess it up.” You giggled as you led him to the kitchen, showing him which ingredients you’d need as you began to make the cookie dough. If only you’d known that doing so would result in a mini flour-fight with the rambunctious ginger that you’d both have to clean up.

“So you just press your thumb into the center of the cookie, put the chocolate in, and that’s it?” George asked as he removed the sheet of fresh cookies from the oven.

“Pretty much.” You nodded, smiling up at him as you took a piece of chocolate from the bag, eating it.

“Hey, no eating the ingredients!” George playfully swatted at your hand as it went back to the bag of chocolate for another piece.

“Aren’t we going to end up eating them anyway once it’s all put together?” You asked, a brow arched in a trivial manner.

George thought it over for a moment, and in that moment you could’ve sworn you’d seen the gears turning in his mind as he mulled over the inquiry before finally speaking, “well…I suppose you’re right, in a technical sense.”

“Of course, I’m always right after all.” You teased, looking over to the window as George began placing the chocolate on each cookie.

“Whatever you say, darling.” George smirked to himself as he was laser-focused on making sure everything was perfectly in place.

Through the kitchen window, you could see Fred along with the other Weasley siblings and Harry, all of them still running about through the snow, even catching a glimpse of Ginny occasionally chunking a few snowballs at Fred again, and the older twin’s horrible attempts at dodging them.

The warm and gleeful feeling radiated throughout your body, making you feel the proverbial phrase of “warm and fuzzy”. If this was the view and sense of comfort that you’d get for the rest of your life every holiday season, you could be perfectly content with it.

[secretweasley]

ugh i want to spend christmas with george weasley :,)

[mrsgtomioka-deactivated20230617]

Fluff plots for George Weasley (Fem reader)

1. Trying to prank George and he pretends to fall for it cause he doesn’t want to upset you.

2. George finding out you can draw (as an artist I need to see this)

3. Being pregnant and sending your husband George to get you food.

4. George bringing you flowers on your birthday.

5. Taking care of George after he loses his ear.

6. George catching you from falling off the moving stairs.

Please comment if you are going to use one and tag me in it!! Can’t wait to read your work!

[guooey]

[commradequestions]

That is the cutest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen

[red-berin]

[joelsgeetar]

Tell Me All The Ways To Stay Away — Jasper Hale

TW: light angst, language, etc.

Summary: Jasper and Reader have been distanced for months. He doesn’t want to hurt her but she desperately needs his touch. Jasper finally allows himself to touch and hold his mate after witnessing someone else provide the comfort she needed.

Additional info: (Fem!Human!Reader) song inspired kinda? I was listening to black out days on repeat while writing this lol, this is my first fic for Jasper Hale! I hope y'all enjoy this and send requests for him <3

Mentions of the Cullen Family, Seth Clearwater and Jacob Black

Word Count: 2.8k

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[secretweasley]

o love this so much

someone tell seth i love him and that he’s one of my favorites and that he’s so under appreciated 

[bellasforgottenjansport]

The Volturi: “How many vampires have you created?”

Carlisle: “yes”