#tatbpsisly

[amazingspidermans]

what kind of absolute fool would choose noah centineo over jordan fisher like lara jean you need to re-evaluate yourself

[besavedbyaperfectkiss]

What would I regret losing more? The reality of Peter or the dream of John? Who can’t I live without?

[luci-hemwin-evanson]

Me not watching ps I still love you yet (but having read all the books):

* gets in the tag* *sees spoilers that had nothing to do with the book*

Me:

[avadcniels]

MOVIES I WATCHED IN 2020 ⇢ TO ALL THE BOYS: P.S. I STILL LOVE YOU (2020)

When you light a lantern and send it into the sky, you're supposed to make a wish. I thought I wanted a promise that Peter and I would never hurt each other. I wanted something that doesn't exist. I wanted happily ever after. But I know now that I don't want to love in half measures. I want it all. And to have it all, we have to risk it all.

[luu-detat]

[greywinded]

Good Morning

john ambrose mcclaren x reader

since y’all ain’t makin shit for my mans john i decided to make one myself >:(

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You swore you had never felt so content and relaxed in your entire life. You weren’t sure what time it was but you could feel the sun beginning to shine on your sleepy face which made it scrunch slightly. The winter months rolled in much quicker than you had expected and with that, the morning sun shone much harder which you didn’t dare complain about.

School had been cancelled that day, the snow had swept in throughout the night without warning so when the alarm beside your bed began to roar, the growl that came from your mouth was one to tell for a good horror story. Your arm swept up onto the bedside table and smacked down on the alarm clock and it fortunately turned it off rather quick. Desperately trying not to lose the comfortable feeling of sleep in your body, you quickly went under the covers to get as much warmth as possible but it was no use. You were actually waking up.

Funny how when you actually didn’t have school, your alarm woke you up. You exhaled loudly in a huff and made over three attempts in squeezing your eyes shut in hopes that sleep would whisk you away but to no avail. You flipped your body over to the other side of your double bed where you thought you would find more comfort but instead of your face falling onto the softness of your pillow it was the fabric of... what was that?

Your eyes fluttered up with sleep still crusted in their corners and what you saw was your best friend, John Ambrose McClaren lookin down at you with a cheeky grin on his face. “Good Morning.” He laughed at the stunned look on your face.

You sat up, embarrassed at the thought of him seeing you in the state that you were in and your hands went up to fix your hair as casually as possible. “What are you doing here?” Your brows furrowed in confusion.

John shrugged with the grin never leaving from his face. “Your mom let me in about 20 minutes ago– thought I would surprise you since we have the day off. I can go if you want? You look pretty tired.” You can practically smell his lies, he knows you don’t want him to leave he just wants to hear you say it.

“What? No! Of course not, stay you idiot. I need someone to keep me warm anyway.” You nearly dived into his arms which made a surprised laugh leave his lips thought he gladly accepted your hug, your head nestling into his shoulder.

The relationship between you and John Ambrose was quite complicated when it was looked at from a different perspective. Neither of you two thought anything odd about it but everyone else did. Almost every time thar John left the house, your mother would ask if he was finally your boyfriend to which you would blush and shake your head no. That was your answer to everyone else too but since John didn’t go to the same school as you it wasn’t too bad which your were thankful for. You often did coupley things with each other like going to the cinema together on date night but passing off remarks because you wanted ‘an extra discount’ or bringing John as your plus one to weddings and events just so he can see you dressed up.

You noticed that his body was lying on top of the bed covers and you frowned. “Take off your shoes and get under the covers.” You huffed in demand which made the boy laugh softly. He unwrapped himself from you before kicking his shoes off and tucking his legs under the warmth of the bed’s gentle duvet. Your eyes watched him intently, observing his every moment with adoration and a smile that screamed ‘give me attention!’

John looked to you once he was under the covers, his head rested against the pillow and the two of you faced each other. You both gazed at the others face with adoration for what felt like hours. You couldn’t help but look into the hills of brown in the colour of his eyes. Slowly, John’s hand made its way onto your cheek, cupping it with the most gentle caress of his thumb. “You have a freckle right on the corner of your cheek.” He nearly mumbled, his thumb running over the darker shade of skin for a few moments.

Your brows furrowed lazily, sleep became more and more enticing every time you blinked. “Really?” You mulled over the words, inching your face further toward the warmth of his body slowly.

A smirk grew on the boy’s face. “No, I just wanted to put my hand on your cheek.” He smiled fondly when he saw laughs leave your lips and your eyes squinted shut. He was glad for that though because you would’ve seen the blush that rose on his cheeks. John then pulled his hand away from your cheek which formed a frown on your face, only to open up his arms for you to envelop around him.

You giggled like a little girl and turned your back to him so that it was pressed up against your chest and his head was resting on your shoulder. A comfortable sigh left his lips and his arms began to worm and wrap around your hips to bring you closer to him. ‘Best friends definitely don’t do this’ The both of you thought at the back of your heads. Yet you didn’t care at all.

Sure, the pair of you didn’t fall under the bracket of best friends but that didn’t matter. You felt safe in the arms of John Ambrose, safer than you felt anywhere else. You didn’t have to put the label of boyfriend or girlfriend to understand that. But maybe the thought of kissing him until his lips were swollen was a thought you would like to bring to reality... someday.

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[tulipatheticx]

Good Intentions - John Ambrose Imagine

Note: This my first time sharing my writing because I genuinely think I suck but my baby John Ambrose deserves better than this disrespect. I’m sorry the ending sucks but I struggled writing it ngl. I usually have a song on repeat while writing a song so the song is the title in this case. I hope you enjoy this send me prompts pls. 

Pairing: John Ambrose x Reader

Warning: None

Prompt:` Reader goes back to Portland for the first time after an embarrassing incident with John Ambrose on her graduation night. (2244 words)

Song: Good intentions - Rini

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You threw yourself onto your bed, taking in the scent that you missed so dearly. That familiar aroma that brought you comfort and peace of mind. As much as you hated to admit it, you missed the scent that reminded you of home. Being familiar with it all your life, you had anticipated a change. A sense of an adventure to venture out of the comfort of the town you had known since birth. That change came crawling towards you when you decided to attend university in New York. The city was a contrast to everything you knew in Portland. The chaos and rush of it all was something you had never known but you still wouldn’t give it up for anything. New York was an opportunity that was handed to you by the skies that you did not even dare hesitate to say yes. It was everything you needed. But every now and then, the city would get too loud and shine too bright that you would grow slightly nostalgic of the simpler days back home. You would never admit it to your parents, but it was still a feeling you missed. Maybe it was the sense of familiarity you missed. The feeling that you would wake up in the morning and everything would be the same as it was when you closed your eyes the previous night.

But now here you sat on your bed, looking out the window at a sight of the familiar street. You let out a deep sigh, fixing your coat and adjusting your scarf before heading out. Lara Jean had texted you the night prior about meeting up in the Corner Café and you gladly accepted the invite. Lara Jean was one of the only people you kept in contact with after leaving for university. Honestly, you didn’t really care for anyone else besides her. Even with the frequent texts and occasionally face times, you had missed her. She was your best friend after all, and you hadn’t seen her in what felt like a decade. You decided that a small walk to the café wouldn’t hurt and you’d get to relive aspects of your adolescent on your way there. With your hands in your pockets, you inhaled deeply and smiled as the cold crispy air filled your lungs. Even small things like that was something you loved about this town. The sidewalks where you spent most of your childhood. The front yards you hid in while playing hide and seek. Your teen years were filled being boy crazy. You couldn’t lie, you were crazy about one boy. You weren’t one for liking people but when it came to John Ambrose, he was an exception. The only exception if you were honest. He made it easy to like him, if you had to admit. He was someone who was so well spoken and eloquent. Someone who would make you feel a thousand emotions by just his words. You never really admitted how you felt towards him, keeping that secret buried deep down. One night comes to mind when your thoughts take you back to John Ambrose; your graduation night. Oh, that dreadful night.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you find yourself standing in front of the entrance of the café. It held so many memories; most of them taking you back to high school. You pull the door and look around before spotting your best friend sitting in her usual stool. A faint smile painted your lips as you see her sipping on her cherry coke. Some things never change. You think as you slowly approach her, giving her a tight back hug. “Y/n, you’re finally here!” She exclaims as she turns the chair around, giving you one of her warm hugs. You almost forgot how great Lara Jean’s hugs were. “I missed you so much” you let out as you wrap both arms around her figure. She tightens the hug at the remark before pulling away and patting the stool in front of her. You hop onto it, ordering a cup of coffee to fill you up with the warmth your body very much needed. You and LJ spent a few hours ruminating about the past and talking about small incidents that weren’t mentioned in the usual texts exchanged with her. It felt nice to see her after so long, even if you had talked almost daily, seeing her in front of you was something different. In midst of your conversation about Christmas gifts and cookies you plan on baking, a familiar voice interrupt. “Covey, look who I ran into” it says. You turn around to see the voice belonging to the one and only Peter Kavinsky. Next to him, you see who Peter had referenced to. It was John Ambrose. What are the fucking odds?

Peter pauses in his steps, taking in your features. “Y/n? I almost didn’t recognize you” He states, leaning in to give you a brief hug. Wrapping an arm around him to return the gesture, your reply “Didn’t thing getting rid of the glasses had such a huge impact”. He pulls away and goes to place his arm around LJ who reciprocates his action by leaning into him. LJ smiles at the man who seemed to just stand awkwardly next to you. “John Ambrose, it’s really good seeing you again”. He offers her one of his famous smiles and replies. You honestly didn’t hear what he had said, embarrassment filling your blood causing a flush of pink to appear on your cheeks. You look back at your friend, “I think I’ll leave now. I promised my mom I’ll be back to help her with the Christmas tree” You hurriedly think of an excuse to remove yourself from the situation before anything you say makes it worse. And knowing yourself, you will say the wrong thing and make it worse. “Did you walk here?” quizzes John as he turns to look at you.

“Yeah, but I like the walk so I’ll just head back.”

“I’ll walk along with you then.” John offers, shooting you another smile of his. Those damn smiles will be the death of you.

“You don’t have to; I mean you just got here” You resist

“I was already planning to go back. We can go together.” he insists, then turning to the couple to bid his goodbyes not giving you another second to protest. You find yourself exiting the café with him. The two of you walk in silence for a little bit. “How have you been?” he questions you, “How is studying in New York?”

“It’s quaint. A big difference from here but in a good sense. What about you?”

“Washington is interesting” he replies, a small chuckle following his response, “Political science takes a toll on you to an extent, but you find a way to pull through”

“Glad to know you never changed your mind on Political science. Hasn’t that been the plan since the sixth grade?”

“You still remember that?”

“Of course.” You lean towards him, lightly nudging his side. You let the silence take over once more. It lasts slightly longer this time as you continue walking towards your designated destination. “I don’t think I’ve seen you since your graduation night” Oh shit. Here it is. You stay silent, not trusting your mouth with what nonsense it might spew. He finds that as his cue to continue, “You left abruptly not giving me a chance to reply”

You stop in your steps, a cold breath escaping your lips as you finally lift your gaze from the frosted floor to look up at him. He notices the sudden pause, his head turning slightly to see you. When he realizes that you had no intention of moving, he decides to retrace his previous steps to align with where you current stood. You shut your eyes for a second, gathering enough courage to allow your mouth to form actual words. “John. I shouldn’t have even told you that I like you. I wish I had something to blame it on like alcohol or the thrill of life but when I said the words out loud, I realized I shouldn’t. I mean it was always Lara jean for you and it would’ve always been Lara Jean. Saying it wasn’t for you, it was more for me. A way to finally have a load off my chest removed. A burden I carried when LJ first told me she liked you. A burden that grew heavier when you sent her a letter back. A pain that arose when she told me she kissed you. I felt like Atlas, carrying the entire world on my shoulder. Carried so much weight all through high school, I wanted to leave it behind in Portland and start fresh in New York. I hated that I lost the only other person I enjoy having as company because of my feelings. I lost my best friend.”

“Will I have a say in this?”

“I don’t want to hear something that would just break me. The hardest thing I had to do was leave this town and not even tell you goodbye- ”

“Y/n?”

“- and dreaded every night I spent in New York knowing I ruined an amazing friendship where we can talk about anything and everything. It was even worse when I wanted to get over you but-”

“I liked you” he interrupts you. You stand there still, your face giving him a confused look. “I liked you then and I honestly still do.”

You stood there dumbfounded at what he was saying. Was this a dream? You look down and count your fingers. You have ten of them. You look up at the sky. You can see the sky perfectly clear. You turn to look back at John Ambrose and it was his turn to give you a puzzled gaze. You poke his chest. He’s not a hallucination. “Is this actually happening? I’m confused?”

He strikes another one of his infamous smiles, taking a small step towards you. “I still like you very much. It was always you and I was blinded for a mere second, but I found my way back to you. I was so happy when you confessed, ruined my plans to do so, but then you ran away. And you refused to see me when I came knocking at your door. And you ignored all my calls and texts. And I spent every second trying to tell you I felt the same, but you just seemed to pull away even further with every attempt.”

He pulls a letter from his pocket, placing it in your hands, before he lets his hands rest on top of yours. He moves a few more steps towards you, closing the space that was previously in the way. “You were supposed to read this that night and you would’ve known how I truly felt about you.”

You stood there speechless, unsure of what to say. Not even your dreams were this kind to you. Your eyes searched his face for a hint of insincerity, but none was found. His eyes gleamed with hope and sparked with curiosity. His features were soft and seemed genuine; like he meant every word. You had never been this close to him, but here he was in flesh and blood telling you everything you ever wanted to hear. Your feelings for John Ambrose never wavered even with time and distance. There was something about John that you could never let go of. No matter how much you tried, you never could cut that tie that held you to him. He was different from anything you ever felt towards a person romantically. And with the words he said, you started to notice the little things he used to do. The way he knew you inside out. Any change in your tone, he would know that something was wrong. All the nights you had spent together in each other’s arms as you entertained yourselves with horrible blockbuster movies. How he was so comfortable being affectionate towards you. The way he would drop everything when you called him in distress. The hours he’d spend with you on the phone when you had a nightmare and couldn’t go back to sleep. He was your comfort. Your home. It was always him and it would always be him.

The feeling of coldness brushing against your cheek brought you back to reality. “So, is that a yes for a date tonight that’s long overdue?” You chuckle and nod your head, “Yeah. That’s a definite yes.” His smile grows brighter at your response, the curiosity in his eyes was now replaced with satisfaction. He takes a hand of yours and laces it with his, the pieces of that puzzle coming together easily. Like your hands were meant to fit together perfectly. “I think it’s going to snow soon. We should hurry back” He comments before the both of you resume your path home. Your eyes form a crescent as you stare at him, content with everything life was currently offering you. He turns to look at you and mirrors your smile. And that moment, small yet precious was one you knew you would treasure forever. Even though you didn’t know what the future had in stores for you and John Ambrose; you knew in that current state of time, you were his and he was yours.