#— ꒰꒰ 𐔌thoughts ‹𝟹 ꒱꒱

[amorchai]

thinking about a pining best friend!jess mariano. 

you practically live in your room by your desk with headphones playing soft beats to study for the final exams before graduating from stars hollow high, you practically live on the cosy cottage bungalow alone. too focused on the music and writing notes that you don’t hear jess mariano rattling the window above your bed until you see a figure fall on top of the duvet. 

jess, the pining idiot, just murmurs something and you take your headphones off and he just goofily mutters a, “hey. thought i’d drop by, y’know?” turning to your bookcase and complaining about the sheer number of romance. you promise him ice cream if he shuts up and lets you study for a while. 

jess, who’s scarily in love but has no idea how to express it only connects his thumb and pointer finger across his lips as a mimic of zipping his mouth and throwing away the imaginary key before skimming through your awful friends to lovers book but secretly wishing it could end up like you both. glancing up at you while the desk lamp emits warm glow across your face quite like an angel in the dark room and he wants to kiss you there and then. 

jess, who nods and pats the spot beside him whenever you glance over, coaxing you to cuddle him for a while because he can only bear your company, no one else’s. 

jess, who rolls his eyes but sighs in a nod when you ask to play 'friends' when he won at your distraction to come lay beside him. breathing straggled and uneven when your breath hits his neck and tucks further into his side. 

jess, the infatuated best friend, who watches you sleep and is glad your insomniac self can catch up on a nap in the evening because you’ve been working yourself to death with the upcoming work. chuckling fondly when you wake up and freak at the night sky, thinking you overslept be he assures it’s only been half an hour and there’s still plenty of time. 

jess, who watches you walk back to the desk, sleepy eyes and long cosy cardigan over your frame and asking which of two freezer ice cream flavours he wants can only blurt out, “let’s go on a date,” in return. 

jess, blushing profusely, trying to play it down when you go wide-eyed and look back to your friend, “you. me. date?” and with a casual nod, purse lips to hide his internal freakout, he responds, “well, that is what a date means. is it not?” 

jess, who can only be left in your room bewildered and face beat red, for the first time speechless as one thought runs through his mind, how you said “yes,” straight after. 

[amorchai]

i’m on holiday in spain and i can’t help but picture a holiday away with jess mariano.

head down in his book the whole flight, thumb aimlessly swiping your thumb as he blocks out the other annoying passengers.

renting out your own little place after each saving up to get a break away. you immediately put sunscreen on his face and a hat on his head because he burns so easily.

food shopping and he’d be sure to carry all the heavy bags - even if it means his shoulders sore the rest of the day.

spending most of the day with him in the pool, laughing and sharing kisses because he acts like a child and is out his shell when he’s relaxed in such a quiet/secluded place.

anytime you go out for food he will try his best to speak spanish after trying to learn the basics while here. locals smiling because he’s got the grammar all wrong but they can tell he’s trying.

kissing your hand mid eating because he’s so content and really doesn’t want to go home to the chaos of stars hollow.

always complimenting how nice you look after getting all dressed up for dinners, while he dresses in a nice shirt and shorts.

making lunch for you and ensuring you’re always hydrated, you’ll be sitting by the pool while he brings out something and says, “drink up.”

his suitcase is half filled with books as he reads one a day and needs his fill of paper words. spending quiet company together reading books.

he’d be the softest and kindest when he’s away from home, finding solitude and solace in having only you close and the beating sunshine.