#gilmore girls logan

[enchantingsaladtimetravel]

Synopsis: The aftermath of meeting Logan's family.

AN: This just popped into my head while I was reading lunch. Let me know your thoughts! xoxo 💋

Warnings: Mentions of Shira and the Grandfathers treatment towards Reader, cursing, Mitchum being kinda manipulative towards Reader. Logan shutting it ALL day and being the bestest bf ever. Fluff. Kinda angsty I guess. Logan is a cat daddy.

@fbfh

You feel beyond pathetic as you stumble behind Logan, the stupid heels that you were forced into tripping you up. At the sound of your tearful curse, Logan pauses in his long strides, turning to look at you. The look of utter anger on his face due to his mother and grandfathers' actions towards you just seconds prior dissipates until it's only visible when you look for it. His anger is in the clench of his jaw. In the hand by his side, and the way it's clenched into a tight fist. If he didn't have the horrible habit of chewing his nails off, you would be worried about him making himself bleed. His eyes melt into hot chocolate, a stark contrast to the brown-before-a-tornado that they were before.

"C'mere, Ace." He says gently, taking your hand in his and guiding you into his side. He wraps his arm around your waist, aiding in your struggle to follow behind him in these stupid heels.

Just as you reach the front door, which, by the way, is grander than anything you've ever dreamed of owning, it fly's open, and in walks the man who you can only guess is Logan's father Mitchum.

The way Logan tenses up at your side once more, even tenser than he was at the dining room table with his mother and grandfather tells you your assumptions are correct.

Mitchum takes in the sight of the two of you, and after a moment a diplomatic smile comes over his face as he holds his hand out to you. "Mitchum Huntzberger and you must be-"

"Save it." Logan interrupts harshly. "Mom and Granddad have already said everyone's piece towards her. We're leaving." Logan corrals you out the front door, and Mitchum stands gob smacked in the doorway for a moment.

"Now hang on a second son-"

"Goodbye Mitchum!"

Logan once again interrupts him, and this time, the tone in his voice tells Mitchum everything he needs to know.

Logan isn't in the mood to play the part of the puppet that this family constantly tries to force upon him.

The front door slams shut, and Logan opens up the passenger side door to his car for you. You climb into the seat, and Logan crouches down, gently picking up one of your legs by the calf. He huffs, shaking his head.

"I never should have let Honor talk you into wearing all this crap. This isn't you. You wear sundresses, not ball gowns. You wear flipflops and sandals and sneakers. Not heels."

The fury in his words is a complete juxtaposition to the gentleness in which he is taking off your heels. He slips the first heel off and sighs, looking up at you. He leans down, pressing a kiss to your knee cap.

"I knew this wasn't a good idea."

He says with a shake of his head, and picks up your other leg, resting the heel of it on his knee as he works at the buckle.

"W-why were they so okay with Josh, but so against me?"

You ask softly, voice venerable and still wet sounding from the onslaught of tears you were holding back in the dining room. Logan looks up, his eyes wide. He abandons his task of getting off your second heel in favor of cupping your cheeks.

"No no no, absolutely not. You don't listen to anything they said in there. You hear me? Ace, my parents have this demented idea in their heads that I'm going to take over the family business. And along with that demented idea comes the even more psychotic thought that in order to take over the family business I need to marry a certain type of girl." His thumbs stroke over your cheek bones.

"Baby you are not that type of girl and I'm not taking over the family business. No matter how much Mitchum and Shira like to pretend otherwise." He says with a little breathless chuckle, giving you that smile that always makes your heart skip a beat.

"Your what I want. Your what makes me happy. And it's a scientific fact, as true as Newton's Law, that my parents cannot let me be happy in peace. So, of course they don't like you. And that doesn't mean shit. You're my girl, I love you. And I'm not letting you go unless you ask me too. And I pray to God every day that that day never arrives."

Logan sighs softly, looking into your eyes.

"To answer your question, it's cause Josh isn't marrying the Huntzberger heir. You are."

That sentence is all it takes to alter your brain chemistry. You don't even realize you've moved until your arms are around his neck and your lips are pressed against his. The kiss feels like you're saying yes.

Logan pulls away, panting, and smirks rougeishly at you.

"Not that 'm complaining, far from it really, but what was that for?"

He asks, and greedy hands wrap around your plush hips, scootching you towards the edge of the leather seats of his Porshe. You give him a look. There is no way he doesn't know what he just did to you. But his expression doesn't change.

"You just said I'm gonna marry you."

You explain and Logan makes an 'ah' sound with a nod, and moves closer, his front is now pressed against yours, and the way his legs are digging into the door compartment looks uncomfortable, but he doesn't seem to mind a bit. In fact, his only problem seems to be the fact that he can't get closer to you.

"Well, it's true, isn't it? If you say yes when I ask, that is."

Greedy hands taking advantage of the fact that the two of you are now alone and push they're way under the skirt of your dress, kneading your hips as his lips find yours once more.

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A few days after the lovely little chat with Logan's parents, you walk into his dormitory suite laden down by your backpack and ready for a snack break and cuddles after a day of lectures and note taking.

"Logan? I'm here." You call out, stepping out of your sneakers and putting your lanyard in the decorative bowl beside the door.

Logan comes walking out of the kitchen, a smile on his face. "Hey Ace, how were your classes?" He kisses you before pulling your his leather jacket off your arms before folding it over the back of the couch.

You step forward, wrapping your arms around his middle and nuzzling your face into his neck, breathing in his familiar scent and humming at the softness of his sweatshirt beneath your cheek. His arms wind around your shoulders and he kisses your head, a hand slipping under your sweater to rub your back. "Alright, 'm hungry though. Wouldn't oppose a nap either."

Logan hums, "well then, it's lucky for you I already started on a snack for you, huh?"

You gasp into his neck, smiling. "Oh, you spoil me."

Something dings in the kitchen and Logan's hands snake down until they're on your bottom. He pats appreciatively before squeezing. "Go get comfy. I'll plate up your snack and put on Wandavision."

You smile and kiss his neck a few times, trailing the kisses to his jaw before pecking his lips. "Best boyfriend ever."

Logan grins and squeezes your butt again, using it to push you flush against him and kisses you once more. So greedy. He pulls away, smirks at the debauched look about you now, and walks around you, swatting your butt on his way past you and into the kitchen.

After a moment of gathering yourself, you pad into Logan's bed room. A meow greets you, and Artemis, the fluffy goddess of a cat that she is, rolls over onto her stomach in greeting. You coo at her and come over, giving her the rubs and stretches' she wants before she curls back into a ball, which is her polite way of saying that she wants to go back to sleep. With a kiss to her head, you walk into the closet and over to the dresser, opening the top drawer, which is all your things now.

You waltz back into the living room, now fresh faced bra less as you strut in your leggings and high school theater production sweatshirt. The fourth episode of Wandavision ready to go on the flatscreen mounted to the wall, and chocolate chip pancakes with a mug of tea sit on the coffee table.

Logan is on the couch in a t-shirt and sweatpants, fiddling with a emerald velvet necklace box in his hands. He looks up at the sound of your fluffy socks padding across the floor and smiles at you. "Hey, I got'cha something." He says with a bright smile. And you respond with a smile of your own, taking a seat beside him with your legs under your butt. Logan passes you the necklace box, you open it slowly, and gasp at its contince.

His surname, Huntzberger, is in cursive and gold, and bracketed on either side of the last name is a gold chain. Despite the obvious possessive and dominance wafting off the gift, it's actually quite dainty and discrete. Enough to be noticed, but not enough to scream for someone's attention. In short, perfection in a necklace.

"I wanted to get something, a physical representation to show them how serious I am about you, and in turn, my future." Logan explains as you trace over the letters of his name. "Plus, you'll look hot as hell with my name around your pretty neck." You roll your eyes in amusement as a blush begins to blossom across your cheeks. Men.

[cwritesforfun]

Logan Huntzberger x Fem!Reader: Love Languages (Request)

Y/N = Your First Name & L/N = Your Last Name ** I do not own any Gilmore Girls characters or plot or lines** one line from show is used below using bold and italics

I wrote little stories for each of the 5 love languages, but also tried to incorporate all 5 into each one lol ... so yeah enjoy! Let me know any other characters I should do this with.

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Gifts - You're engaged!!!

You wake up to the smell of cinnamon and warmth. It's the smell of the holidays. You don't feel Logan's arms wrapped around you and you frown. He promised he would be here when you woke up. You get up, throw on your matching holiday pajamas, and leave your room. You see Logan standing in the kitchen with your mom helping her with breakfast. He's so cute. You love how close he is to your mom. You enter the kitchen and exclaim, "Good morning, my favorite people." Your dog nudges your leg and you say, "Oh right favorite dog too. Hello baby." You pet your dog and scratch her head. Your mom says, "Hi sweetheart. Sorry I stole your fiancé, but he has been a huge help with breakfast." You hug your mom, and then you hug Logan, who kisses your forehead. After breakfast, your brother and his family show up. You all sit around and exchange gifts. Logan gives you a matching necklace, earrings, and bracelet set to your engagement ring. Your mom fawns over them and commends Logan for his amazing taste in jewelry. He gives her a necklace that matches yours and he gives your brother cufflinks.

Logan gave you a Birkin bag after you were together for 6 months claiming that he knew you were the one. You were. You give everyone presents too. You love to give gifts and see people light up when you give them something they didn't know they wanted but are happy to have. You also just love seeing your family happy. You love your family and Logan who is pretty much family. You only have 6 months until the wedding. Logan whispers in your ear, "I have more gifts for you, but they're in the bedroom. I didn't want to show your family how much I got you." You reply, "I don't need any more other gifts, baby. I'm already feeling quite spoiled. Plus, we have to save for our wedding." He smiles and says, "Our wedding. I like the sound of that. It really never gets old to hear the words - our wedding." Later, you and Logan are sitting in the bedroom. He gives you a folder with pictures of houses and you ask, "What is this?" He rambles, "I just thought... I just thought we should have a place to build our family once we get married and it would be nice coming home from our honeymoon to a house that we own. We don't have to start a family right away either, but I just want to have the space for when we do." You reply, "You're so cute, Logan. I do think having a home that's ours would be nice rather than staying at that penthouse. I wouldn't mind going on house tours with you." He replies, "Ok that's great. I want a pool." You laugh and say, "Ok, I eventually want a dog." He smiles and replies, "Great, so we need a pool and a big enough yard for a dog. That sounds good. I know you love to bake and cook, so we can make sure to get a big kitchen too. We'll also need a nice living room for our families to all hang out together although I doubt my dad will even show up." You kiss him on the forehead and reply, "Oh baby, I love you. And your dad is stupid not to want to be in your life." He smiles and he says, "Yeah I'll be a better dad than him. I promise." You reply, "I know you will, my love. I know."

Words of Affirmation - 6 months into dating!!!

You wake up on your period and are angry at the world. You don't even want to go on a date with your boyfriend right now. Logan is going to be so jolly and you don't want to hear it. You do have to go to class, so you throw on something presentable and head out to class. You see a text from Logan: Morning my beautiful angel! See you tonight at 7pm for our date. The rest of the day ticks you off with everyone tapping their pencils, people talking when the teacher is talking, and just slow walkers.

You see another text from Logan: Leaving my house now! On my way to you baby! You look beautiful in everything so wear anything!

You lay down on your bed in your apartment after your day and grab your chocolate bar. You hear a knock on your door, groan, and walk to answer it. It's Logan standing there with your favorite flower and a smile.

Logan exclaims, "As much as you look gorgeous like this babe, uh are you going to change for dinner?" You answer, "I can be ready in 10 minutes. I'm sorry. I started my period and today has sucked. Please come in." Logan slides past you, presses a kiss to your cheek, and follows you to your bedroom. You look at your closet, try on a few outfits, give up, then you lay on your floor. Logan sits on the floor next to you and asks, "So, what's wrong? Don't say that nothing is wrong. You just tried on several different outfits that you looked amazing in and you're wearing pajamas right now." You answer, "Because I look so ugly right now and I just look so gross in everything I tried on. I really need to work out more." He says, "Babe, look at me." You look at him and he says, "I think you are the most beautiful person ever. You can wear anything and you're gorgeous. Wear a trash bag if you want. I bet you can pull it off. You're the most amazing person who I love. It's not really how I wanted to tell you, but I do. I do love you. I love your smile and how happy you make me. I love how safe I am around you and how understood you make me feel. I love you, baby." You reply, "I love you too." He smiles and you say, "You have a beautiful smile, you should smile more." He leans down close to your lips and says, "You should smile more too. May I kiss you?" You answer, "Yes." And he does ;)

Logan ended up picking out your outfit and hyped you up as you got ready for the date. You just went to a dinner then he got you ice cream so you could watch some TV back at your place after together.

Quality Time - 3 months into dating!!!

Logan constantly pushed you out of your comfort zone. Joining the Life & Death Brigade was step one of getting you out of your comfort zone. Staying in the same tent as him was step two.

You & Logan run through the field to where the rest of the Life & Death Brigade is standing holding champagne. Colin hands you both some. You cheer and drink it.

You see people start to climb this big metal structure and Logan says, "Come on, let's go up. It'll be fun, it'll be a thrill. Something stupid, something bad for you. Just something different." You reply, "You should go with someone else. I'm not the biggest fan of heights." He replies, "Then it's more of a reason to go up! You can face your fear. I won't let you fall or get hurt. I promise." You see Rory about to pounce on Logan so you say, "Fine, I'll do it." You shoot daggers with your eyes at Rory then climb the ladder. You try not to shake too much. You make it to the top and are immediately hooked up to some kind of machine. Then some guy is telling you logistics and you realize you are really doing this.

You & Logan hold an umbrella then everyone screams, "In Omnia Paratus!" before all jumping.

When you make it to the bottom, your heart nearly jumps out of your chest and you immediately get out of the harness before running into the field away from everyone. You hear Logan asking, "Y/N! Where are you going? What are you doing?" You say, "Step back," before throwing up in the field. Logan says, "Sh** okay come on, let's go to the medical tent." Logan picks you up bridal style and takes you to the medical tent. Some girl in a nurse outfit starts talking to Logan as the guy nurse asks, "Ok, how do you feel?" You answer, "Horrible. But I know I threw up from anxiety and the heights. So if I just avoid tall things, I should be fine." The nurse replies, "Yeah you should be. I'll give you some pain meds for your stomach and a sports drink to rehydrate you." The nurse hands you stuff, you thank him, and you leave the tent. You didn't even bother to tell Logan that you were leaving. He seemed cozy with that nurse. You knew he was a player and yet here you are in some random field with him. And you have to share the bed tonight! God this sucks.

You find a random chair that you sit in to drink your drink and relax for a minute. Finn runs over and asks, "Hey love, where's your boyfriend?" You answer, "Flirting with some nurse in the medical tent." He smirks and says, "Logan likes you, trust me. He's just being dumb right now. I'll go get him." You reply, "No really, leave him. He seemed happier there." Finn says, "I like you for Logan. I'm going to stop it." He then runs off and you laugh. Logan will do whatever he wants, but glad Finn thinks he can change him.

Finn returns a few minutes later with Logan in tow. Finn says, "I'm going to shoot a bow. Logan, apologize." Finn then leaves. Logan sits next to you and says, "Sorry about Finn." You reply, "It's okay. Finn is funny. I like him." Logan asks, "More than me?" You answer, "Right now, yeah." Logan winces and says, "Right yeah, I deserve that. Sorry, but Amanda was just talking about the weekend and then about our parents... I should have just pushed her away and been by your side. I'm sorry. Are you okay now?" You reply, "It's fine. The other nurse helped me. I told you that I hated heights... well I puked from anxiety and from facing that fear of heights. My body couldn't take all of it." He replies, "You should've told me that it was going to make you feel that bad. I wouldn't have demanded you go with me." You reply, "Yeah well Rory, your stupid ex was behind you about to ask you to go with her. She looked ready to pounce when she thought you would be alone. I don't even know why I came this weekend. Everywhere we go, some girl is throwing herself at you." He replies, "You're the only girl I want throwing herself at me. Are you feeling any better?" You answer, "You just asked me that, but I am." He replies, "Perfect, then come with me." He holds out his hand, which you begrudgingly take.

You go to shoot the bow and arrow with Finn. Logan seems a little jealous when you laugh with Finn and for the rest of the day, Logan makes sure some part of him is touching you at all times. His hand is in yours, his arm is around your waist, his lips are touching you... something is touching you.

When you crawl into the bed in the tent that night, Logan wraps his arm around you and exclaims, "I really do like you a lot." You reply, "Ok Logan. No more flirting with other women then." He replies, "No flirting with Finn then." You gasp and playfully hit him in the arm before replying, "I like you a lot too." He laughs and kisses you.

Acts of Service - 8 months into dating & YOU LIVE TOGETHER

You slump on the couch and sigh. It has been a long day. Logan walks in and says, "Babe, you look exhausted. Why didn't you text me when you were leaving. I would've picked you up." You reply, "Oh oops." He asks, "Let's eat. What's for dinner?" You sigh and answer, "Something I have to cook. I'll get up." He quickly says, "No, I can make something. I promise. You go shower and I'll make something to eat." You reply, "Ok... I've never seen you cook before, but I'm tired and fine with it." You leave the room and shower.

After your shower, you walk into the kitchen feeling better and see Logan frantically running around the kitchen. You notice two smoothies and he appears to be making pancakes. You sit on the counter next to him and say, "It's looking good, babe." He replies, "Thanks, do you feel better after your shower?" You answer, "Yeah I do. Thanks for making dinner." He replies, "I doubt it will be as good as what you would've made, but it's food." You reply, "Yes it is and it can't be too bad." He laughs and keeps cooking.

You eat what he prepared and it's not bad.

As you watch TV, Logan says, "Pass me your feet. I'll give you a foot massage." You reply, "Kinky." He sighs and replies, "Babe, I'm just trying to do something nice for you."

Physical Touch - 8 months into dating & YOU LIVE TOGETHER!!!

You invited some of your friends to your apartment with Logan to have a small party. Unfortunately, Logan saw how many people you invited and invited more.

You finish putting on your little black dress and you walk out to where Logan is standing. You twirl and ask, "How do I look?" Logan's jaw is still dropped and he says, "F**k you are so beautiful and perfect, angel. I think we should cancel the party and stay in tonight. I really love this dress." You reply, "Don't be silly. You've been talking about how excited you are this whole week." Logan wraps his arms around you and says, "It's so thin and you look beautiful. People won't be able to take their eyes off of you. Let me make sure they know you're mine." Before you ask him what he means, he's biting and sucking on your neck. Every time you get a hickey, it reminds you of a vampire. Edward Cullen, where are you??? Better not say that to Logan or he will be jealous you're thinking of another man right now.

People start arriving and so does the booze.

You make your way to the bar and Finn runs up. He says, "Lady Y/N, we must take shots." You laugh and pour 4 shots. You give him two and you say, "To drinking!" He laughs and you both shoot them back. You feel your boyfriend's arms around your waist and you feel his lips touch your neck. You say, "Logan, we were just taking shots, chill." Finn says, "Yeah man, I don't want your girl. She's hot, but she's yours. I also have my eye on a nice young thing that just walked in. You'll have to excuse me." Finn walks off and Logan says, "I don't want anyone thinking that you're up for grabs. Stay by my side tonight, please." You agree and follow him the whole night. His arms are usually on your waist the whole time and if they're not, he's pulling you into another kiss. You swear this boy is going to give you at least 100 kisses by the time the night is over.

You tell him you have to use the bathroom and he lets you go.

As you walk back to Logan, a guy steps in front of you and almost spills his drink on you. He then says, "Whoa sorry there... oh hello sweet thing. What must your name be?" You sass, "Y/N and I have a boyfriend." He asks, "Where is he?" You answer, "It's Logan Huntzberger." The guy jumps and says, "Oh sh**!" You feel arms wrap around your waist and you hear Logan say, "Hey babe, is this guy giving you any trouble?" You answer, "He almost spilled a drink on me and tried to hit on me." Logan looks at the guy and says, "Don't even think about touching or talking to my girl. In fact, I think you should leave the party." Logan calls Finn and Colin over and then asks them to escort the guy out of the party. OMG!!!

Logan keeps his arm tight on your waist the rest of the night until everyone leaves.

When Logan pulls you into the bedroom at the end of the night, he exclaims, "Finally we're alone. That little black dress is coming right off."

@cinderellasmissingshoes - enjoy & sorry it took me forever!

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[fakemonalisa28]

I normally don’t like blondes but Logan Huntzburger why are you so sexy

[namnworb]

Logan Huntzberger from Gilmore Girls

[calamitoustide]

thinking about frat boy James who tells Regulus he doesn't do "relationships" and Regulus agrees to just be casual and see other people which is completely fine... until there's a party they both attend with different dates and James sees Regulus with someone else for the first time and he loses his fucking mind

[alyheartsjess]

i like how dean represents rory’s humble small town stars hollow world and logan represents rory’s wealthy ivy league world and rory being torn between these two worlds is basically the theme of the show, so you’d think that the narrative would be very dean vs logan. yet both of them are intimidated not by each other but by this little guy who comes out of nowhere during both relationships, displays an undeniable connection with rory and dips. i love it.

[moonylupinslibrary]

it's always the rich blond with a sunny personality and daddy issues for me

[teddypickerry]

“women in male fields” but it’s just rory gilmore running away after all three of her boyfriends said i love you.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[avemakuta]

Paris "I can't go to the same college as my boyfriend, that will look like I went there just to be with him— instead I'll go to the same college as my rival and request to be roommates because I think we still have an emotional journey together" Geller

Paris "I'm gonna seek the new girl out on campus to whisper poetry into her ear as an intimidation tactic" Geller

Paris "wow Rory dating would be so much easier if I were gorgeous and talented and charming and wonderful like you" Geller

Paris "going to this concert with you has literally been the best night of my life" Geller

Paris "I told you I didn't want to study in person because there would be no point in just sitting around together staring at each other, then showed up anyway" Geller

Paris "anytime I have a major life event, the first person I tell is Rory" Geller

Paris "we had a fight so now the only reasonable response is a broken-hearted swordfight" Geller

[leaawrites]

Time will pass, but our love won't

Logan Huntzberger x fem!reader

Summary: When Logan asks Y/n the one question that could ruin their future together or make it last forever.

or

A different outcome of Logan asking Rory to marry him.

Warnings: use of Y/n, suggestive content (very little), female reader, family problems (on both ends), mention of marriage

Wordcount: 2k

Masterlist

One day before her Yale graduation. He could’ve chosen the day after, when she had been blackout drunk and was now suffering from the worst hangover known to man kind. It could’ve been while they were half asleep in the middle of the night. But one day before her graduation, when everything seemed to already be too much, she couldn’t say anything but, “I need time.”

Logan was disappointed - no wonder. He knew what he wanted and he was sure that he would get it. He wanted her. Forever and always.

After Rory broke up with him, she was the one by his side. When his father had another one of his bad days and decided to let it out on Logan, she was the one who picked up the phone, knowing what happened and said to him: “Come over.” Before hanging up and setting up the living room for a late night conversation with snacks and alcohol. Whenever he had a stupid idea she would tell him which consequences he could face, though when he decided to do it anyways - so most times - she supported him no matter what. Even when it ended with him in the hospital and her cursing him out for being so stupid, saying that she would never let him leave his apartment again - which was a white lie. She was there for him; always. He wanted that to last until he died.

His father told him it was a bad idea, after he came home drunk once again, slurring his words, slamming his door shut and climbing out the window, fleeing into her arms once again. This night made him think about it more intense then ever before. In her arms he felt save. He was surprised that she still let him in after he disturbed her sleep so many times before, even when she told him it was alright because she wasn’t even asleep in the first place. Always hovering over homework she started too late since she could study better at night, with a coffee sitting next to her and a empty cup already left in the kitchen sink.

Saying that she needed time wasn’t the best answer, it was better than “no” but worse than “yes” even when it was the truth. She needed time, for everything. There had to be a list, covered in little scribbles at the edge of the paper, filled with overthinking and anxiety. Just like now.

Y/n sat on her bed, paper crumbled together, pillow stuffed between her chest and legs as she held on to it tight. tears were welling up in her eyes, which always fled back to the little blue box that held at least a million dollars in it. She hadn’t opened it since he showed it to her. Her chest was cramping together at the memory of it.

They had been on a quiet walk after leaving her parents house, filled with people none of the two knew. They stopped in the middle of the park - or rather he stopped her - and he poured his heart out to her. There had never been a moment before where she felt seen as much as right there, though the ring ruined it. It didn’t specifically ruin the moment, but it did ruin her confidence she built up in the last couple days in order to not seem to nervous when getting her certificate.

It sat there so innocently, watching her. It was almost screaming at her to open it, so she did. Her fingers were shaking as she held it between her fingers, opening it with a hammering heart. As she sat it - closely and with a still mind for the first time - there was something so calming at the thought of having a secure future. With the house and the tree and the papers that she could write for, it seemed simple. and that was what she craved. All her life, the future was always a mystery. She was never certain where she would land in the end, there was no one really securing her in that sense. It had always been all or nothing. And most time, for her at least, it had been nothing. In 8th Grade the B’s seemed to let her know that she had to work even hard for an A. In her home, the books reminded her that nothing would be enough for her to have it all. But Logan offered her everything. He offered her a hand that would take her to that All she craved.

“You look half dead, Y/n,” Rory said, half laughing at her friend and half caring.

Y/n tried to laugh with her, though the only thing leaving her mouth was a yawn, explaining her dark eyes and ever closing eye lids. Though Rory and Logan had somewhat of an relationship, that never stopped them from being close. They never became best friends, and probably never would, but they offered comfort to the other when needed.

“Had a long night,” she said, trying to ignore the raised eyebrows and fleeting glances between Lucy and Olivia.

“A long night together with Lover boy?” Lucy nudged her. As two of Rory’s friends, Lucy and Olivia quickly bonded with her too, they were bitter at the beginning after learning that their friend’s boyfriend went out with another one of their friends after breaking up, though that quickly went away when Rory also moved on, discovering an old spark with Jess. Now, all they did was tease the girl for her boyfriend’s rumored past.

“Not with him,” she defended herself, cutting off the last part of her sentence. There had never been a major conflict between the two that wasn’t solved before midnight, she was unsure how her friends would react when she told them that something happened between the two.

“Oh no, what happened?” Olivia asked, sensing the uncomfortable feeling in her friends voice.

“Nothing major, don’t worry about it,” she waved them off, crossing her arms over her chest. A forced smile covering her tired face.

“Are you sure?” Rory asked, touching her shoulder in comfort. The girl knew better than anyone how Logan can be, so a million possible answer ran through her head right now, though none of them were about what actually happened.

Just as Y/n was about to answer, someone called out for the graduates to make their way over to the event. Y/n was the first one to walk towards the stage, away from the problem. Rory’s eyes followed her, not convinced by her behavior. Lucy and Olivia only shrugged before following their friend who walked faster than ever before - which was almost impossible.

People were buzzing around her, happy families full of smiles as their children finally path their own way or crying because they went away for good now. The sun was hot on her skin under the black robe as she stared at the certificate in her hands. Finally she made it. Finally she was able to flee from her past. It was finally her time. No weekends filled with guilt because everyone else got to go home to their family. No holidays spent alone at a lake house she couldn’t associate with anything but family drama and fights. Now, every weekend, every holiday, was for her to decide how it went.

“They’re not here, are they?” A voice said, making her look up. Logan cast a shadow over her body as she sat against a tree on campus. He looked down at her, holding his hand out to help her up.

“On a business trip,” she said, while pulling herself up. Standing now face to face he saw what everyone else saw for the first time. The broken girl he only got to know behind closed doors. She wasn’t sad about her parent’s absence, it happened before. Now it didn’t face her anymore.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve made them come here for you,” Logan said, hands stuffed in his pockets. An awkward silence settled over the pair that was full of smiles and giggles most times.

“It’s not that important,” she said, smiling at him in an attempt to make it more comfortable. Both knew what caused the tension, now she only had to take the knife and decide what to do with it. “Not as important as something else.”

“I remember when I graduated,” Logan said, trying to make their conversation last a little longer in case it was their last. “I was a little tipsy - that’s a big surprise, huh? - And I did trip, and I reached out and grabbed the robe of Marcia Hadley, who was so not the person to grab.”

“Logan,” Y/n said, making him stop talking. She always had been the one who was rational enough to start a conversation when it was needed, even when it might hurt.

“I love you,” he said, taking her hands in his. “If this is the last time I tell you that, I want you to know that I mean. There is no one I’ve ever loved or cared about as much as I do with you.”

“Logan,” she tried again to stop his rambling, though he wouldn’t shut up.

“I have everything planned out, everything. There is nothing you need to worry about. You want to never work again? It’s alright, I won’t be happy about it, but if you want to, do it. You want to have a Porsche that I can’t even pay? I will work extra.”

“I made a list,” she cut him off. “And I have thought about it a lot, as you can probably see,” she moved her hand towards her face, making both laugh, “and that ‘All or nothing’ motto that you have, I’m unsure about that.”

“Y/n,” Logan sighed, almost pleading for her to stop talking words he didn’t want to hear.

“Let me finish, please,” she said.

“I always do,” he joked, raising his eyebrows.

Y/n ignore his comment, though her checks warmed up a bit. “As I already said, I’ve made a list and I came to a conclusion, because - if I’m being honest - I only had one thing staying on there.” Slowly she lost her hands from his, pulling the little blue box out of her pocket.

“Y/n, don’t do this to me,” he begged, the color leaving his face.

“Ask me again,” she said, putting the box in his direction.

Logan looked up at her in surprised, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and hope. “What?” he asked, hoping he didn’t misunderstand her.

“Ask me again,” she urged him.

“Y/n L/n, do you wanna marry me?” He asked again, opening the box only to find it empty. He looked at it confused, fear threatening on his face as he feared he lost it.

“I will,” she said, left hand lifting up to meet his face. Logan’s face lit up, the heat of the sun finally filling his veins. As he was about to close the gap between his lover and him, she stopped him, hand placed on his cheek to push him back a bit. “Under one condition.”

“What now?” He sounded almost desperate to finally kiss her.

“We’re not gonna marry in the next year, only figuring our new life out with new jobs and a new home. When we have that all figured out, you can finally make me Mrs. Huntzberger officially,” she told him.

His stance fell for a second before he straightened his back again and nod his head. “Alright. One year and not longer.”

“You’re a desperate man, Huntzberger,” Y/n said, smirking as she came closer to his face.

“Only for you, Mrs Huntzberger,” he said, laughing at her. Closing the distance felt like a vow already. They knew that it wasn’t gonna be a long year, not if they spent it together at least.

[jessmmariano]

Time for a round up of my favorite things ever: old Gilmore Girls promos! If you’ve never seen these, you’re in for a treat because I laugh so hard every time.

This is my personal favorite. You’ll notice that green is a theme in the later season promos. Luke peering around the corner is the best part of this 💀

More green! Also, more creepy faces and bad editing. Sorry for another Christopher promo, but the shitty editing and the way they make it seem Lorelai has never heard the word fiancé before is perfect advertising.

Luke and Lorelai advertising is good as well. Here Luke is again, hiding behind Lorelai. I also love how Luke is never dressed how he actually dresses in the show. Also, let’s just appreciate the way Lorelai is holding that apple.

I found this promo twice, once with Logan and once with Dean, I’m not sure which one I like better…

I’ve found that the earlier season Gilmore Girls promos are almost exclusively in black and white, which really adds to the drama. I know this is supposed to be dramatic, but it just looks like Dean and Jess are about to kiss.

Here are my favorite Jess promos…clearly he learned how to hide behind a Gilmore girl from Luke.

Those are a few of my favorites (there are plenty more lol), I hope you all enjoyed :)

[cwritesforfun]

Logan Huntzberger x Fem!Reader: Eras Tour

You’re a huge Swiftie and Logan is your boyfriend of 2 years. He surprised you with floor tickets to her show at MetLife Stadium. He even told you that he thought about suite tickets, but he knew you would want to be closer to the stage.

Idea from TikTok lol -- hiiiiiii Swifties hehe

I have drafts of Finn imagines if anyone wants them ... lol

Taylor Swift lyrics are in bold and Italics ... I also do not own those.

** I do not own the Gilmore Girls characters **

Y/N’s POV

“Today actually might be the best day of my life,” you say to your boyfriend, Logan. Logan kisses you on the cheek and says, “Actually, I think the best day is anywhere we’re together.” You laugh, spin in his arms to face you, and kiss him before saying, “I genuinely love you so much for the tickets to the Eras Tour and for dressing up with me.” He replies, “Of course baby. I’ll forever be the Heartbreak Prince to your Miss Americana although I will never break your heart.”

Cue your heart swooning at this man <3

You smile and say, “We’re going to look so good. Part of the whole reason I chose this outfit is because you are hot in suits.” He kisses you on the cheek saying, “Baby baby my ego is going through the roof. You are making me feel on top of the world right now and we’re not even married.”

He’s always mentioning marriage?!

You reply, “Fine… today is the best day of my life so far.” He kisses me on the cheek and asks, “Are you ready to go over?” You nod and watch as he pats his coat pockets three times before you head out of the hotel. Guess he didn't want to forget his wallet? lol, you can pay too...

Logan pays for one of those pedi cabs (bikes with carriages) to take you to the stadium. You still have to walk a lot to get to the line where you wait for the doors to open. You really don't mind walking, but sometimes Logan just likes to spend his money and treat you both to nice things. You and Logan just talk until you get to go in.

You meet people in line and as you make your way into the stadium. People compliment you and Logan’s outfits. You even trade friendship bracelets with people. You’re on top of the world. Truly nothing could make this day better.

You both get in line for merch where Logan tells you to buy anything and everything you want. You try not to go too crazy, but Taylor Swift is your favorite artist. It’s hard not to want to buy everything there. Haha!!! Logan even buys a shirt for himself.

You then go grab food and drinks to enjoy during the openers/before the openers even start.

Gayle opens and is amazing. You scream “abcefu” so loud!!!!

Phoebe Bridgers is up next and you nearly cry seeing her. She is stunning live.

Logan runs to the bathroom and you wait for it to start. He returns and you take some more photos together.

The countdown begins and you scream your heart out!!!!!!!!! This is the dream!!!!! THE BEST DAY OF YOUR LIFE!!!!1

Taylor Swift comes out in a new Lover outfit and she's stunning.

YOU SCREAM THE LYRICS ALL LOVER SET!!!!!!!!! Logan sings along to Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince, obviously. But, he also knows Cruel Summer and Lover.

Fearless era starts and you notice Logan looking at you nervously. You lean over to him and ask, "Are you okay?" He nods and kisses your cheek.

You sing You Belong With Me to Logan and he keeps kissing your hand.

Love Story starts... Logan wraps his arms around your shoulders and whispers in your ear, "You're my favorite love story that I will ever have. I love you so much." You say back, "And you're my favorite love story too." When Taylor sings... He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring And said, Marry me, Juliet ... You feel your hand being pulled and you see Logan on his knees in front of you with a ring in his hand.

Logan asks, "Will you marry me?" You answer, "Yes!" He slides the ring on your finger before kissing you. You hear cheers around you and you feel amazing. This day truly keeps getting better and better. You cannot believe it.

evermore starts... Taylor shows up in another new outfit causing you to freak out for the millionth time of the day. Logan screams champagne problems as he should because his ex, Rory, was so rude. I hate her. Marjorie makes you start crying because you remember the loss of your grandmother so vividly and it hurts. Logan hugs you during the song and you even both sit down for the rest of the song.

Reputation is amazing live ... Taylor Swift can do no wrong. Logan asks if he can have a private performance of Dress later because Taylor didn't perform it causing you to blush.

Enchanted is beautiful and you nearly cry.

Red slays... period Queen Taylor Swift Phoebe Bridgers walks out for Nothing New, which is one of your favorite vault tracks. If it's not one of yours, you're clearly not the oldest daughter... I said what I said.

folklore is beautiful... The graphics on the screen behind her and the cabin are so amazing!!!! my tears ricochet nearly makes you cry again.

1989 starts... Logan is living for it. He screams every song. He once told you that it was one of his favorite eras from Taylor Swift.

TIME FOR SURPRISE SONGS!!!

Taylor premieres the Karma music video with Ice Spice live causing you to freak out. It's stunning. Taylor Swift is so pretty in it.

Getaway Car is the first one and you love it so much. You belt your heart out as does Logan. He has told you about a time with a getaway car before... not one of his proudest moments ... so he says...

Maroon is the next surprise song and you love it so much. This one means a lot to you and was one of your first favorite songs off of Midnights.

(Adding a Taylor Swift gif because duh)

Midnights begins ... you love this era!!! You're so happy that Taylor released more pop music. You're a pop girlie through and through. Logan asks for a reenactment of Vigilante Sh** later... oh...

Ice Spice walks out ... you scream!!! It's amazing!!!

Everyone is continuing to trade bracelets as you leave the stadium and you make Logan walk back with you to the hotel. You stop at a pizza place near the hotel on the way back and bring food back to the hotel room.

As you eat in the hotel room, it dawns on you that you saw Taylor Swift live at the Eras Tour and ... you got engaged... holy sh** !!!

You ask, "Wanna know something crazy, baby?" Logan answers, "What?" You answer, "We're engaged." He smiles, kisses you on the cheek, and says, "Yeah we are. You're okay that I did it there, right?" You answer, "Of course. You made a great day even better." He smiles and says, "Good, I didn't want to ruin the Eras Tour for you or make you uncomfortable. I was also worried you wouldn't say yes." You reply, "I'm not your ex, babe. I love you and want to be with you forever and ever. You're my my my my LOVER." He replies, "I love you so much, babe. I have a whole speech written out that I wanted to read to you. I know the concert wasn't the place for it, but I figured we could go out to the country club this weekend and we can take pictures where I can say it." You reply, "I love that idea. I can't wait for it. Thank you for being the best fiancé in the entire world." He kisses you on the cheek and says, "You're welcome. Thanks for being the best future wife in the entire world. How does Y/N Huntzberger sound to you?" You smile and answer, "I love it a lot." He smirks and asks, "Wanna show me how much?" You playfully slap him and ... yeah you know ...

teehee sorry, most of this was just the Eras Tour... but also sorry not sorry lol ...

[sulietsexual]

Rory & Logan [Gilmore Girls] Requested by @nikkiruncks

[a-aexotic]

✫𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆, i can see you.

✫ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | fighting, swearing, tristan being an asshole, breaking things (not too graphic promise LOL) ✫ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 | hey yall, i'm back! i hope everyone enjoys! also i tagged everyone who seemed interested, i'm sorry for the VERY late update. i'm back, mwahhh. also planning a nate archibald series, who'd be interested? lmk! ✫ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | @colbybrocks @weepingwitchofthewest @shady-writtingtalk @zulpix-blog @wheelerslover @dogmom600 @damnhati @remussbitch @yourmumstoyboy2-blog @1-800-starkindustrie

The front door opened suddenly and she whipped her head to make eye contact with... Tristan Dugray? Oh, so that's where she's heard that name!

Y/N couldn't control as her mouth flew open. She also couldn't control the words that came out of her mouth as she saw him. "Oh, you've gotta be shitting me."

After Y/N had locked eyes with Tristan she whipped her head to face her father. "You're engaged to Tristan's mother?!"

Her father and Kristan looked surprised — they both exchanged glances before they looked back at her. "Yeah, I guess I am?"

His answer sounded more like a question rather than a straight up reply. He didn't know why she was now seemingly opposed to the idea of him being engaged to Kristan simply because of Tristan.

Y/N looked shocked, her jaw practically on the floor. "You're engaged to Tristan's mother." Instead of a question, it sounds more like a statement.

Before any of them could reply, Tristan spoke. "Oh, hello step-sister." You could practically hear the smirk in his voice. He was enjoying see your shocked expression. Tristan's smug remark only fueled your growing frustration and utter disbelief. You shot him a glare that could freeze lava before turning back to her father and Kristan, your mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions.

"So, this is what you meant by wanting me to spend time with my old 'friends'?" Your tone was laced with sarcasm as she addressed her father. "You conveniently forgot to mention that my 'old friend' is now my soon-to-be stepbrother?"

Her father shifted uncomfortably under her accusing gaze, realizing he had failed to properly prepare Y/N for this bombshell. "I... I thought it would be best to tell you in person."

Your frustration mounted with each passing second. "Well you thought wrong, Dad."

Kristan interjected, her voice gentle yet firm. "I understand this is a lot to take in, Y/N. But we're all going to be a family now, and I hope we can find a way to make this work."

Y/N fought the urge to roll her eyes at Kristan's attempt to diffuse the tension as she gave her a sarcastic smile. "Right, a family. How convenient."

Tristan leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed with a smirk still playing on his lips. "Well, this should be fun. Welcome to the family, stepsis."

Y/N resisted the urge to launch herself at him as she shot daggers with her eyes. "Don't call me that."

Kristan shot a glare at her son as she turned to you once again. "We didn't realize it would be such a shock to you,. We should have handled this better."

You took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside me. You knew you couldn't blame her father entirely, but the whole thing still felt like a betrayal. "I just need some time to process all of this," Y/N muttered, her voice tinged with resignation. "Excuse me."

"I thought that went great." Tristan mumbled as his mother shook his head, your father pulling her in closer.

You turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, leaving your father, Kristan, and Tristan as your retreated to her old bedroom, you couldn't shake the feeling that your carefully constructed world was crumbling around you, and you had no idea how to pick up the pieces.

You stepped out of the car, dramatically slamming the door as you took in the school: Chilton Prep School, where she would be going to school from now. She heard footsteps from behind her, she already knew who it was.

"Welcome home, Cromwell." Tristan's voice rang. You gritted her teeth at the sound of Tristan's voice behind you. You turned slowly, fixing him with a glare that could cut through steel.

"Save it, Dugray," you snapped, your tone dripping with disdain. "This is hardly my idea of home."

Tristan raised an eyebrow, his smirk never faltering. "Well, get used to it. Looks like we're going to be seeing a lot more of each other from now on."

Tristan raised an eyebrow, his smirk never faltering. "Feisty as ever, Cromwell. I'm just offering a friendly welcome to our new classmate, no need to get all... bitchy."

You narrowed your eyes at his remark, resisting the urge to roll them. "I'll take that as a compliment, Dugray. And I don't need your welcome. I know my way around just fine."

Tristan's smirk widened, clearly enjoying getting a rise out of you. "Oh, come on, Cromwell. Where's that famous New York charm? You're going to need it to survive in this stuffy place."

"I'll manage just fine without your help," you shot back, your voice dripping with determination. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do than stand here and listen to your bullshit."

You turned away from Tristan, walking into Chilton. You already hated it, everyone looked so pretentious and elitist, just like Tristan. But you weren't going to let that intimidate you. You had faced down Manhattan's elite, and you could handle a bunch of snooty prep school kids. You had grown up with these kids, they couldn't be that hard.

As you made your way through the halls, you couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place. The students eyed you with curiosity, whispers following in your wake. But you held your head high, refusing to let them see any hint of insecurity.

Chilton was a far cry from the bustling streets of Manhattan, and you couldn't shake the feeling that you were in for a rough ride. But you were Y/N Cromwell, and you didn't back down from a challenge.

With a flick of your hair and a confident stride, you made your way to your first class, ready to show Chilton Prep that Y/N Cromwell was a force to be reckoned with.

"Where are you two going?" You popped a grape in your mouth as you watched Kristan grab her purse from the chair as your father tightened his tie.

"I told you earlier, we have a date."

You raised an eyebrow at your father's response, a hint of skepticism in your voice. "A date? You two are acting like lovesick teenagers."

Kristan chuckled, smoothing down her blouse as she shot you a warm smile. "Well, your father does know how to sweep a lady off her feet."

You rolled your eyes as Kristan and your father shared glances. You all knew what that meant, you had to be left alone with Tristan. You had barely managed to tolerate his presence since arriving at your father's house, and the thought of spending an evening alone with him was enough to make you want to crawl out of your skin.

"Well, have fun on your date," you forced out, the words tasting bitter on your tongue.

With a quick goodbye, your father and Kristan headed out the door, leaving you alone, turning around and seeing Tristan in the spacious living room. He caught your gaze and his lips curved up into a smile.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as Tristan's gaze met yours, his smirk sending a wave of irritation coursing through you. You knew exactly what he was thinking – that he had you right where he wanted you, trapped in his company for the evening.

Suppressing a sigh, you turned away from Tristan, refusing to let him see how much he was getting under your skin. Instead, you busied yourself with anything that would distract you from his presence – flipping through a magazine, checking your phone, anything to avoid acknowledging him.

But no matter how hard you tried to ignore him, Tristan was a persistent presence in the room. You could feel his eyes on you, his smug smirk burning into the back of your skull.

Finally unable to take it anymore, you turned to face him with a glare. "What do you want, Tristan?" you snapped, your patience wearing thin.

Tristan's smirk widened, his gaze flickering with amusement. "Just enjoying the view, Cromwell," he replied casually, as if your irritation was nothing more than entertainment to him.

You let out a bitter laugh as you shook your head. "Real classy, Tristan."

Tristan's smirk only widened at your remark, his amusement evident in every line of his face. "Oh, come on, Cromwell," he said, his tone teasing. "You can't tell me you're not used to being the center of attention. You were in New York for five years and you're telling me you didn't have the boys throwing themselves at you?"

You narrowed your eyes at Tristan, refusing to let his words rattle you. "I don't need validation from boys like you," you retorted, your voice dripping with annoyance. "Unlike some people, I have more important things to focus on than relationships."

Tristan's smirk faltered slightly at your cutting remark, but he quickly regained his composure. "Touché, Cromwell," he replied, his tone laced with amusement. "But don't act like you're immune to a little attention. I've seen the way you strut around like you own the place."

"And you don't? Please, I see the way every girl at Chilton looks at you. And I know you well enough to see how much that strokes your already, inflated ego." You paused, your voice laced with sarcasm as you leveled a pointed gaze at Tristan. "But hey, who am I to judge? If you want to bask in the adoration of your fan club, be my guest."

"Oh, I will, Y/N." Tristan let out a laugh as he watched you get all heated. He continued you watch you as you scoffed, turning your head back to the magazine.

You could feel his eyes on you, his amusement practically palpable. But you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you squirm. You weren't about to let him see how much he was getting to you. With a determined flick of your wrist, you closed the magazine and stood up from the sofa, shooting Tristan a glare.

"I have better things to do than sit here and listen to you," you declared, your voice laced with determination. With that, you turned on your heel and marched out of the room, leaving Tristan behind with his smug smirk and his insufferable ego.

You refused to let him drag you down to his level – you had bigger things to focus on than his petty games, like actually getting back to Manhattan where you belonged.

As you walked away, Tristan's amusement turned to frustration. He wasn't used to someone challenging him like this, especially not someone like you. With a determined stride, he followed after you, catching up just as you reached the hallway.

As you stormed out of the room, Tristan's smirk faded into a scowl. He watched you go, frustration bubbling up inside him. How dare she walk away from him like that? Without a second thought, Tristan followed after you, his footsteps echoing in the hallway as he caught up to you just as you reached the foyer.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" Tristan called out, his voice sharp with annoyance.

You stopped in your tracks, turning to face him with a glare. "Away from you," you replied sharply, crossing your arms over your chest. "I can't stand being around you for another second."

Tristan's jaw clenched, his own temper flaring. "Oh, please," he scoffed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Like you're any better. You're nothing but a spoiled brat who thinks she's better than everyone else."

The words hit you like a slap in the face, igniting a firestorm of rage within you. "At least I'm not a narcissistic asshole who gets off on belittling others," you spat, your voice rising with each word. "You think you're so much better but you're not."

Tristan squared his shoulders, meeting your gaze head-on. "I want to know what your problem is," he replied, his tone angry. "You've been acting like you a complete bitch when I'm all trying to do is be your friend."

You scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief. "Oh, spare me the act, Tristan," you shot back, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "We both know that's not what you're after. You just want to play your little games and stroke your own ego."

Tristan's jaw clenched, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "And what about you, huh?" he retorted, his voice rising in anger. "You act like you're too good for everyone, like you're above it all. Well, let me tell you something, Y/N – you're not as special as you think you are."

"You know what, Tristan. I don't care about you or your stupid games because all I'm trying to do is get back to New York. All this shit is just a rock in the road," you spat as you turned around, walking away.

"Oh really? What about your obvious drinking problem, that's why your mom sent you away, right?"

You stopped in your track as you took in Tristan's words. Fury was etched across your features as you spun around to face him, your fists clenched at your sides. "How dare you," you seethed, your voice trembling with rage. "You stupid asshole!"

You pushed him as hard as you could, causing him to trip and fall into a table. You heard a loud shattering and both of you just stared at each other before looking down to see glass everywhere.

"Shit, that's my mom's vase." Tristan's eyes widened in shock as he glanced at the shattered remains of the vase on the floor.

Your chest heaved with anger as you glared at Tristan, your fists still clenched at your sides. "You deserved it," you spat, your voice thick with venom. "You had no right to say that."

"Y/N, this vase is like two grand. It was my mom's favorite vase," Tristan scoffed as he stared down at the ground. "She's gonna be fucking pissed, idiot."

You stared back at him with anger but you knew that you needed to figure something out. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you clenched your jaw and met Tristan's gaze head-on. "I know I messed up," you admitted begrudgingly, your voice tight with frustration. "You shouldn't have been a bitch."

"Well you shouldn't have pushed me, like an psycho." Tristan's voice was sharp, but there was a hint of surrender beneath his irritation. He knew that pointing fingers wouldn't solve anything, but he couldn't help but feel defensive in the face of your accusation.

"Well I'm not apologizing-"

"Y/N, we need to figure out what to do before they come home."

And right on cue, the front door opened, revealing your father and Kristan, who froze in shock at the sight of the shattered vase and the two of you standing next to it.

Your father's expression hardened as he took in the scene, his disappointment evident in his eyes. "What in the world happened here?" he demanded, his voice a mix of frustration and disbelief.

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[jakeperalta]

@giftober 2024 | day 17: phone call/text ➛ gilmore girls s05 e16 "so... good talk"