#Jess Mariano

[ifkinghateweezer17]

these two should have been friends, they could have moved in together and shared an apartment, jess could be an author and lane could do her band, they could show off cds and rory could come and hang with them all the time

[not-with-you-but-of-you]

I’m glad you called. [x]

GILMORE GIRLS (2000-2007) || IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE (2000)

[part II]

[conanssummerchild]

immediately thought of him

[teddypickerry]

rewatched aladdin after all this time. i was wondering why his expressions felt so familiar. then i was like… oh.

[anggiazs]

[deadpoets]

RORY GILMORE & JESS MARIANO + FALL

[kimberly-stocks]

🎵This is hell 🎵

[roryslipgloss]

helping jess destress after being picked on by the whole town <3

| gender neutral reader reader, boyfriend!jess, fluff, suggestive content. 1.2k words.

jess can never seem to catch a break. you'd swear there were cameras covering every inch of stars hollow and watching his every move with the way someone would pounce on him if he so much as littered.

he can't go anywhere in this crazy town without being stalked. it's really beginning to piss him off.

at first, it was almost tolerable. he's the new kid, the weirdo from out of town, jess knew he'd get some looks here and there. and when he started to learn more and more about the townsfolk and taylor in particular, he knew he had his work cut out for him.

but seriously, this is getting a bit insane. someone's flower bed gets trampled on? must be jess' fault. mrs. patty misplaces a baton in the dance studio? duh, jess stole it. a bird poops on taylor's car? it must be one of those city pigeons that followed jess all the way from new york.

jess is one snippy comment from taylor ─ or anybody for that matter ─ away from packing his things and leaving.

although jess puts up this stoic, uncaring front, he does care about what people think of him ─ to a certain extent. he really cares about what you think, and you care about the loopy people in this town, so he has to care.

he just wants people to quit dogging on him and assuming that when something goes wrong, it must be his fault.

and on this day, jess has reached his boiling point. he walks to your house, keeping his head down and avoiding eye contact with anyone. he knows you'll be home alone today, perfect for relaxing and snuggling up with you on the couch, and also for... other things.

his knocks twice on your front door, bruised and scabbed knuckles tapping against the wood. when you open the door, he catches you in a kiss before you can speak, melting against you with one hand on your hip and the other on your lower back, keeping you close to him.

"missed you." jess breathes out as he walks you backwards 'til you're pressed against the couch.

"i saw you- mmm- yesterday," you can hardly get your words out with how intensely jess is kissing you. "what's going on, jess?"

he ignores you. keeping you trapped between him and the couch with nowhere to go, jess runs his hands over you, possibly trying to distract you, but more likely trying to distract himself.

"nothing." jess mumbles, though he knows you can tell he's lying, you always know, so he pulls back slightly and lets out a long sigh. "i don't like this town. everybody here is crazy."

"what happened?" you ask softly as your run your hands up jess' chest, feeling his heart beating under your fingertips.

he shivers slightly at your touch, still not used to someone touching him so gently and lovingly. when you run your hands through jess' hair, it's like he melts, leaning against you and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

"nothing happened. it just feels like i can't do anything around here," jess admits and his eyes flutter shut as he relaxes into you. "it's like whenever something goes wrong, it's gotta be my fault. luke doesn't even believe me anymore when i tell him i didn't do anything wrong."

"oh, baby." you coo ever so sweetly at him, fingers toying with the hairs at jess' nape. "let's go lie down, 'kay? c'mon."

you grab hold of jess' hand and lead him to your bedroom. you gently push him down on the bed and get right back to kissing. it's not as quick and needy as the first one, this one is slower and more loving, you can feel jess' appreciation for your kindness just radiating off of him.

"do you want a massage? to help you take your mind off things." you always offer jess a massage when he shows up at your house all stressed and grumpy. and he always accepts.

you have him take his shirt off and lay on his front while you sit on his backside and lather baby oil onto his skin, applying just the right amount of pressure as you work out the knots.

jess is completely relaxed and pliant under you in no time , grunting and groaning each time your palm rubs at his tense shoulders.

"fuck, angel," jess moans, damn near drooling on your bedsheets from how relaxed he is. "your hands... god, they're great. you're great. i love you."

"love you too, babe." you laughs and press a kiss to jess' back, right between his shoulder blades. he's surprisingly sensitive there.

once you're done with his back, you have him flip 'round and you perch yourself onto his lap, getting right back to massaging his lean body.

though as you get deeper into the massage, you can't help but get distracted. every time you dig the heel of your palm into one of jess' tense muscles, he lets out the most gorgeous noises.

sometimes if you press hard enough, you're even rewarded with a tiny whine, which jess quickly covers with an awkward cough. god forbid he gets caught whining at your touch, it's already embarrassing enough that he can't hold back all the other noises.

you're only human at the end of the day, so hearing your very attractive boyfriend letting out even more attractive sounds makes it hard for you to focus.

you press down on a sore spot on jess' chest and he lets out a loud, drawn out moan, a noise that can only be described as delectable. it seems that you’re not the only one getting a little distracted and carried away as you adjust yourself on jess’ lap, causing him to inhale sharply and grip your sheets.

“babe,” jess says, his tone of voice teetering on whiny. “careful.”

the thing is, he’s so pliant and relaxed under you, you’re fairly certain that he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it if you weren’t careful. putting your hypothesis to the test, you tentatively scoot on jess’ lap again, rubbing your butt against his crotch.

a hiss escapes jess’ lips and his legs twitch under you.

“babe, seriously, watch it." jess warns again, though it's clear he's not serious.

another roll of your hips has jess reaching up to hold your waist, struggling to lift his heavy arms up. you've clearly worked some kind of black magic on him with the way he can hardly move, whole body limp as a noodle.

"i have a suggestion." you hum, slowly running a finger down jess' torso, between his pecs and all the way down to his abdomen where there's a thin trail of hair leading below his jeans.

"you know i love giving you massages and all, but i know a much more effective way of destressing. you know what i'm talking about, don't you?"

his fingers tighten slightly on your waist at your words. jess knows exactly what you're talking about.

"okay. but you're gonna have to do all the work, i don't think i can move anymore."

just a few hours later and jess is completely relaxed, all of his stress and annoyance has been coaxed out of him. there's a blissed expression on his face as he slumbers in your bed, snoring not so softly with his face squished against your shoulder.

jess now knows that whenever this town and its people are giving him crap, he can come to you and you'll fix him right up.

[weepynymph]

they just like pushing them around

[deadinarussianelevator]

I'm Team Jess and by that I mean I want Jess far away from Rory

[poguelandia]

So, tell me…what's your decision on smoking that depending on? On what's gonna happen. When? Now. […] Well, whatever else happens between us, at least we know that part works…what? I have to go. What? Did I do something? No, no, this was…you were — are, it was wonderful. And I look forward to many similar occurrences in the future, but right now? I have to go, understand? Not at all. It's more fun that way, isn't it?

[not-with-you-but-of-you]

I’m pretty sure it’s you, and I’m pretty sure you’ve been calling and not saying anything, but want to say something… [x]

GILMORE GIRLS (2000-2007) || IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE (2000)

[part I]

[conanssummerchild]

i love it when a character is so clueless but simultaneously uncomfortably aware of everything

[teddypickerry]

okay wayyyyy out of my pay grade so take this with a grain of salt BUT i have a gut feeling my favorite little guy (aka jess mariano) is an enneagram eight. whilst being one of the most hard to find types, i can easily seeing him blend in with this type for the main reason of his desire to control his life. he was used to a lack of stability with a mother like liz who was likely in and out of the “home” along with random men and later husbands. then, he gets a taste of stability with his uncle. though he doesn’t trust the intentions completely, getting another job himself to save up and make his own money. he does all of this as an effort to protect himself and rely on only himself. a key trait of a number eight. jess realized early on in life he had to take control to protect himself from the hurt he was so used to. he doesn’t want to be indebted to anyone, he doesn’t care what they think of him, even though he’s VERY aware how negative everyone views him. jess is THE og rugged individualist, your honor.

[thegettingbyp2]

elloo, can you do a jess mariano fluff where he is like, super sweet to reader and luke observes them? ex. jess holds reader’s hand, or gives them free donuts, and luke is js laughing his ass off bc it’s funny? tbh, i have no idea if this makes sense, so you don’t have to do it. love ya! 😭🫶

Sweet on Her

The moment the door to the diner opened and you walked in, Jess was a goner. As soon as he saw that it was you who had walked in, he abandoned whatever task he was doing, much to Luke’s annoyance, and made his way over to where you had set yourself up at a table with your book, pen already between your teeth ready to make notes.

‘What are we reading today?’ Jess asked, putting a mug of coffee on the table in front of you.

‘Pretty Women,’ you replied, grinning up at him before looking down at the coffee with a knowing look on your face. ‘I didn’t order anything.’

‘I know,’ he said, casually throwing himself down in the seat next to you, his arm resting on the back of your chair. ‘And I’ll grab your donut when we’re about, what, two, three chapters in?’

‘We?’ you asked, raising your eyebrow at him, even though you know your little routine by now; you looked forward to it every day. You would turn up at the diner with your book, Jess would bring you a coffee and donut (on the house!) and sit and read over your shoulder with you until Luke inevitably pulled him away to actually get on with his job.

‘Yes, we,’ he teased, settling in and tucking you underneath his arm slightly. Even though you and Jess weren’t officially together, everyone in town know that the two of you belonged to each other and that it was only a matter of time. Even the two of you knew that, but you were just so content with the set-up you currently had, neither of you felt the need to rush into anything. That didn’t, however, stop Jess feeling like he had the biggest crush on you. ‘Now, come on, I don’t know how long I’m going to get away with this today and I’ve never read this. I’ve even got a pen to add my own notes,’ he said, twirling his pen in-between his fingers and grinning at you.

‘Fine,’ you faux-sighed heavily, leaning into Jess more and opening the book, holding it up in a position that made it easy for the two of you to read the pages. Every now and then as you read, one of you would stop to take the book and scribble down a note in the margin or underline a passage.

It wasn’t until you were both about halfway through the book when Jess realised that he hadn’t gotten you your donut, making you put the book down so he could go and grab it. As he was walking back to the counter he saw Luke watching him and laughing quietly at him; that was when Jess realised that Luke hadn’t been over to drag him away just yet.

‘What?’ Jess asked when Luke didn’t look away or stop laughing.

‘Who the hell are you and what have you done with my nephew?’

‘What are you talking about?’

‘You’re sweet on her, Jess.’

‘She’s my best friend,’ Jess tried to protest, his eyes automatically scanning back over to you where you were sipping on your now-cold coffee and looking out the window absentmindedly.

‘Jess, it’s not a bad thing! It’s nice, you know, seeing you trail after her like a lost puppy, bringing her coffee before she orders, casually throwing your arm over the back of her chair. Just ask her out!’

‘We’re not having this conversation,’ Jess protested before swiping a couple of donuts from the tray alongside a few napkins before making his way back over to you.

‘You realise they’ll be coming out of your pay check!’ Luke called after him.

‘Whatever you say Uncle Luke!’