#luke x lorelai fic

[teddypickerry]

Can you do a Jess Mariano blurb where the reader is helping Jess with his homework but he keeps trying to distract her by kissing her lips and neck? 😄 (think of the episode “teach me tonight” but with Jess and the reader dating and he’s kissing her like he kissed Rory in S3 EP10 when they’re walking and kissing)

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 !

pairing! jess mariano x gn reader

warnings! imply of sex (i think that’s it?)

word count! 833

a/n! took me forever ‘m sorry!!! this is also not my best work but back & writing for my boy is good enough for me. <3

the diner was quiet on the particular evening. despite the typical eight o'clock late dinner rush, the door were locked and a red 'closed' sign hung from the blue painted door. the only sound erupting throughout the small former hardware store was the sound of your voice reciting the words from the textbook balanced on your thighs. you were leaned back in your chair, your legs pressed against the table with the book pressed into them. your hair was falling in-front if your face which kept the attention of the boy who sat beside you everytime you pushed it behind your ear.  "and the trail of tears was what year?"

your head bopped up from its current slouched down position as your eyes caught glimpse of the dark haired boy sat beside you. he was leaned on the table, specifically over his book. his head rested on his palm as he held his head up from falling down in boredom.

"is your hair shorter? it looks shorter." your boyfriend was far from an idiot. but in this moment you honestly doubted him. jess was one of the smartest people you'd ever had the privilege of knowing. hell, he was way smarter than you. but here you were sat helping him with history... and geometry, and biology. it wasn't like you were the smartest person in school, but you got your fair share or a's. plus you knew how serious luke was about his nephew passing the twelfth grade. and you'd do anything to get your boyfriend on a good path.

"1828 and 1829." you explained to him simply before continuing onto the next page, him leaning closer to you. it wasn't hard for the smell of cheap cologne, cigarettes, and luke's laundry detergent to catch your attention. especially when you glanced up at your boyfriend's face far too close to your own. "i like it." he mumbled as he lightly pressed his finger to your face, pushing back the strand of hair that fell once more. no matter how long you'd been together, the small touches and glances still made you go mad. "you liked president andrew jackson's racist speech against the cherokee?"

"no," he rolled his eyes at your statement as you tried to diffuse the way he was making you feel on this tuesday evening. "your hair. it's a good length... and you know — i know all about good length."

his comment resulted in a laugh escaping your lips with a smirk growing on his face. jess felt accomplished for making you laugh, especially when you'd just spent half an hour explaining nonsense to him. "okay cmon, back to work." you ordered as he stayed in his exact position. you were about to scold him for not taking this study date seriously. but you lost time when his lips pressed to yours. your eyes immediately shut as your hands cupped his face. he deepened the kiss and leaned over the table to press into you even more. you found yourself getting lost in the kiss that warmed your soul. but before you could be taken by him, you pushed away and pressed your lips together. "jess, we're studying."

"okay we can study," he nodded as he positioned himself back on the chair and balanced a pencil between his fingers. which immediately caught your attention. "i'll start with the inside of your mouth and you can start with mine."

"jess," you hinted with a tone reaching annoyed. he let his smirk grow a bit before glancing around for a moment. "'mkay tell me more about the Indian Removal Act," he shrugged. you gave him a proud smile and muttered a "gladly" before opening the next page and reciting the next paragraph. you were only two and a half sentences in when you felt him move closer to you. and then some more... then some more.

it was when you finished the first paragraph that you felt his dark curls against your jaw as his lips connected with your neck. his arms wrapped around you as he continued to harass your neck with several kisses that would definitely leave a mark. something jess was certainly good at. "jess! we have to study!”

"no, i think you've got this stuff pretty much down." he mumbled as he pulled away for a second before you felt the feeling of his lips reaching your sweet spot. you held in a breath as you found yourself not fighting the feeling for a moment. "you need to learn this stuff if you're going to graduate, jess. please, work with me." you begged as he drew his face away slowly. just enough so that you could face one another. "and after, if you get a b... you might just get something starting with a b.”

the glow on the boy's face suddenly erupted with slightly wider eyes. he simply sat back as he sat his textbook in his lap, leaving only one arm behind your shoulders. "mkay, teach me tonight."

[a-aexotic]

i can see you, 𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔.

✫ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 . . . y/n cromwell was nothing if not a sophisticated, pampered, and ambitious socialite. she had lived in manhattan for about five years with her workaholic mother since her divorce with from her father. in the five years she had lived in the upper-east side, she had conquered the elites and made them her minions. she was living her best life until she heard the worst news she could ever fathom...

tristan dugray was nothing like y/n, in any sense other than maybe the fact they were both rich, spoiled and rather confident - okay, maybe they had more in common than what meets the eye. they hadn't seen each other since she had moved away with her mother five years ago and they were happy that way.

until of course, her mother decided it would be best for y/n to spend the next few months with her father back in connecticut after y/n got in trouble with her friend group. what y/n didn't know until she eventually got to connecticut was that her father was engaged to none other than tristan dugray's mother. how could her year get any worse?

✫ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ;; tristan dugray x fem!reader, platonic!paris geller x reader, platonic!rory gilmore x reader

✫ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ;; not canon gilmore girls timeline (for the most part), rom-com energy, adult humor, asshole!tristan, family issues, the rest is to be determined...

✫ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ;; i am rewatching gilmore girls and of course, i've been inspired to write a fanfic because there are not enough tristan fanfics on tumblr. i hope y'all enjoy, this is very self-indulgent lmao. i love tristan sm and i think a rom-com esk fanfic would bring me (and everyone) so much joy. thank you so much for reading! let me know if i should make a taglist for this series.

dedicated to my beautiful best friend, @autumntales 🩷

main masterlist. gilmore girls masterlist. playlist.

0 of 15 chapters published. started: july 31, 2023 deadline: october 1, 2023

prologue

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

. . .

[cauliflowertree]

jess mariano—it hurts to say, but i want you to stay.

summary: the breaks are the best parts of studying.

word count: 1.4k

fanfiction no. 004

the principal of stars hollow high approached you one unsuspecting morning, asking you to follow him to his office for he had an important question to ask you. sure you were not in trouble, you followed him with eager curiosity, despite the worried looks on your friends' faces—they always worried for nothing.

"you know jess mariano, correct? asked your principal as he sat in his office chair and gestured for you to take a seat opposite him.

"yes?"

"I'm sure you've noticed jess has been skipping classes," he waited for you to acknowledge this, and only continued when you nodded vigorously in response. "in order for him to graduate this year, he needs to improve his grades."

he stopped there, waiting for another response, but this time it seemed he desired for it to be verbal.

"okay," you replied with a hint of confusion.

"it is perhaps...unconventional for me to propose this of another student," he prefaced, "but i would be remiss if i didn’t ask—would you be willing to tutor mr. mariano? now, of course," he continued before you could interject, "there would be benefits for you. extra credit."

extra credit? you knew yourself well enough to know you would have accepted this offer with or without these proposed benefits, but to save your silly little heart, you pretended to think over the offer and ask a question or two about the details.

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jess trudged down the steps to the diner, peeking out from behind the curtain to see where y/n was sitting. scanning the room, he found them at a table close to the window, not far from the door, their nose buried in a textbook the size of his torso and thicker than drywall. he fiddled with the cd in his hand before finally shoving it down his back pocket and walking out into the nearly empty diner.

"hey," he announced himself.

you looked up from your history text book and turned to the voice's origin. jess mariano looked at you with a lopsided smirk while he pulled out a chair, turned it around, and rested his elbows on the back of it as he sat down.

"hey," you glanced at your watch, "you're right on time, i half expected you to at least be late."

jess shrugged, "i don't want to waste your time."

"that's considerate of you," you thanked him, "are you ready to get started?"

"on the reunification of italy during the eighteenth century? not really," he sucked in a breath through his teeth.

"well, when i don't want to study, i schedule out my breaks so i'm not working for too long at a time and i have something to look forward to," you suggested, "why don't we do that before we start?"

"okay," he nodded, "what do you do on your breaks?"

"anything. listen to music, get a snack, take a walk, read."

jess took this in and decided he knew exactly what he'd like to do for his first break. in fact, he was looking forward to it so much already, he found himself less inclined to do the work than he was before. but he settled himself down, looked over to you and your encouraging smile, and asked for a pen.

the next forty-five minutes clung to the clock's hands, dripping away slowly like honey from a spoon. jess's leg was bouncing impatiently, he tapped his pen against his notebook rhythmically until you told him to focus and stop distracting both himself and you.

"so, what was garibaldi's significance to reunification?" you asked jess, eyeing his notes and wondering whether he'd written down anything of importance, or just scribbled something down when he thought he was supposed to.

"it doesn't matter, because it's break time," he smiled mischievously.

you looked at the clock on the wall, and though he was right, you were eager to learn whether he had been paying attention, or whether your time had been somewhat ill-spent, for it was not all ill-spent if it was time spent with jess.

"can't you answer the question before we start the break?" you asked almost pleadingly.

"nah."

you looked at him with disbelief as he stood from his chair and headed over to the stairs that led to his shared apartment with luke. shaking your head, you went back to your own studying as he walked away, writing away almost immediately, which took jess by surprise when he turned around.

"aren't you coming?" he asked, forcing your attention away from work and over towards him.

"oh, sure," you replied awkwardly, rushing to catch up with him.

you'd never been in jess' apartment before, well, luke's apartment. but since jess was living there, it was much as you had expected—messy. clothes were strewn across the floor and bed, boxes lined every surface and every wall, music albums were scattered around his cd player, and there must have been at least a few dozen books littered across the entire space.

"it's very you," you broke the silence.

"uh, thanks. i got this new album today," he informed you, flashing the cover too fast for you to read the band's name. "they're called 'the strokes'."

you hadn't heard of them, but kept an open mind as jess put the cd on and skipped past some of the tracks until it landed on an upbeat song with light drums and a catchy guitar riff. immediately, jess began bobbing his head to the beat, subconsciously biting his lip as he watched the cd spin. he waited a moment before he turned to gauge your reaction.

it was hard not to move to the beat in some way, it was one of those songs. the man singing through the speaker had a unique voice that both you and jess seemed to enjoy.

"you like it?" he asked.

"yeah," you laughed, "i think it's awesome. can i see?" you pointed to the cd case.

jess raised his eyebrows, offering it to you. daring to walk across the room and further into his apartment, you took the cd from his hand, acutely aware of the way your fingers brushed over his, and turned it over to see the track list.

"we're listening to track five," he said.

"'someday'" you read the title aloud.

"yeah, my other favourite is 'last nite'" he added, noticing the first song was fading.

"put it on, i wanna hear," you demanded gently.

jess didn't get flustered, but if he did, he kew this would be one of those times where he'd be tripping over his own feet and fumbling with the buttons on his cd player. instead, he was collected as he changed it to track seven and tapped his foot to the beat.

"i think i’ll have to get myself this cd," you smiled excitedly, tapping the plastic case against your palm.

jess didn't say anything at all, he just watched you put the cd back on his dresser and stare at the music spinning in his player, your eyes going bright when the instrumental part sounded through the upstairs apartment, your head gently nodding to the beat. he thought you were perfect. and when the principal dragged him into his office to express the idea he had for him, he was sure he'd decline swiftly, certain anything he had to suggest would be stupid and not worthy of his time. but he had never been so wrong. he knew the moment he heard your name in that odious man's office that his life would become infinitely better seeing you twice a week in luke's diner.

but here you were, in his apartment, validating his music taste and enjoying it almost as much as him, being the most wonderful person he had ever known or read about. if he were a poet, he would create poems for the ages, poems that would one day be discussed in dingy classrooms, analysed to the heavens, and they would wonder who the person was that had him so enraptured beyond anything or anyone else. he would make the whole world desperate to get to know you.

you felt his staring, his unwavering gaze upon you. could you bare to look at him?

"this one's called 'hard to explain', i like this one too," jess whispered as the next song came on, and you found yourself involuntarily turning to look at him as he spoke—he was closer than before.

"yeah?"

"yeah," he breathed against your lips, rushing into a quick kiss before he could talk himself out of it.

you reciprocated his advances rather quickly, and once he felt this, the kiss became slower and more purposeful. his hands reached for your waist, trailing up your back to grip your hair.

"i- um, i don't usually do this on my breaks," you laughed breathily, "just in case you thought this was just something i got up to."

jess sniggered, "is it something you want to get up to more often?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"only if it's with you," you confessed, cheeks heating from the bold confession.

"i only like to share music and literature," he winked, leaning back in.

[redbelles]

“I just can’t do it anymore, I can’t handle everything all on my own. I was supposed to have people, wasn’t I? And where are they? Why aren’t they helping me, why didn’t they want me? Why didn’t anyone love me enough to keep me? Why am I killing myself just to prove a point to the universe that I’m—I’m worthy of something, that I’m not bothered by it when I’m so bothered, and I don’t get it, I don’t get how anyone can just give their kid up like they don’t matter. What did I do wrong, y’know? What’s wrong with me?”

Jess pulls her back into him, and he says, “Nothing,” with so much conviction it almost knocks the wind out of her. “Nothing is wrong with you.”

“Something has to be,” Rory sniffles. “I’m defective and they could smell it on me.”

“You’re not defective.”

“Then why didn’t they want me?”

reckless abandon ↳ an adoption au by @pheebebuffy

[femmefatale-tales]

Are my Bucky and reader like this? Because this is what I was going for, because I think Bucky will be like Luke.

[strideofpride]

i’m rewatching gilmore girls rn and want to know what your fav lorelai/luke fics are. i forgot how long it takes them to do anything and i'm getting so impatient but i don’t want to skip ahead. fic is the only answer.

Tbh I don't have too many, ao3 seems to belong to the Rory/Jess shippers and fanfic dot net scares me now lol but here's what I got:

The Shower Curtains Have (Hippo) Eyes, Or: Why Interior Designing To Torment Your Spouse Is Never A Good Idea In The Long Run -maybe the single most in character fic of anything I've ever read lol

Kingdom

If You Want More, Then Jump -I read this years ago when it was on dot net so I'm not 100% confident it holds up but I remember LOVING it

Sticks and Stones

I know we only get better

you got that certain something

hope this is a good start lol!

blow up my inbox

[jojoblessed365]

Buckle up folks, Episode 2/Chapter 01 is here!!!

Banter, family meals, NSFW discussions, and some rude awakenings are in store!!!

Special thanks to @ernestonlysayslovelythings for cowriting with me and @thefirst3chapters for discoursing JD in this fic with regards to her wonderful post on the Danes and how they value items.

Tagging @stellaluna33 @sarabethsilver @disasterbiwriter @anxiouspotatorants @sagesfandomspot for reasons revealed in link only....

Enjoy!!!!

P.S. Picture Christopher Briney as JD!!!

[nothoughtsjusthoffstrahm]

GUYS I JUST READ SUCH AN ADORABLE HOFFSTRAHM FANFIC WHICH IS LIKE A SAW CROSSOVER WITH GILMORE GIRLS AND I'M SOOO DJDHDH ?!?!?!

It's basically Peter and Luke being twin brothers and Hoffstrahm meeting with Luke and Lorelai!! It was so lovely and so well-written!!! And it deserves more attention!!! Guys, read it, READ ITTT!!! HERE'S THE LINK!!!

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Lenny officiating a stars hollow wedding

(in an alt universe where these dumbdumbs get married in season 7)

"Thank fuck, you've both made it here."

Lorelai giggles as she hands her bouquet to Rory, and Luke drops his head, shaking it in mirth.

He grins at them both kindly and clears his throat. "We're gathered here at this gazebo to celebrate the love of Luke and Lorelai. Love is a big, important, weird thing. It sneaks up on you when you least expect it, but you need it the most."

Midge smiles at him from her seat next to Liz and TJ.

"Sometimes it comes on fast, and sometimes it takes time," Lenny goes on. "I think it's best when it takes a little while. You question it less. You know it's the real deal because that feeling developed over time. It's not fleeting. It's with you, and it's not going anywhere."

Lorelai beams at Lenny before looking at Luke, who only seems to have eyes for her.

"Sometimes, there are hardships. Sometimes things don't always go as you planned. Love isn't about planning. It's about weathering the hardship and the overturned plans together. And the two of you have certainly done that. I've known both of you since you were kids, and when you met each other, it was obvious to everyone watching that there was something there. It was a joy - sometimes a terribly frustrating joy - but a joy to watch it unfold."

Rory giggles from next to Lorelai, and gets a playfully pointed look from her mother. Jess, for his part, rolls his eyes from next to Luke.

"So finally," Lenny goes on. "Here we are, in front of friends, family, and God, if they're up there, to witness the next step."

Emily huffs softly and leans into Richard, whispering softly. "I don't know why they decided on Lenny to officiate. He's too witty."

Richard pats her hand and shushes her gently.

"So let's get to these vows," Lenny grins.

They do, reciting the given vows one after the other, exchanging rings.

Lenny clears his throat again, this time to clear out the emotion from his throat. "Now, I'm going to assume that there isn't anyone present looking to object to these nuptials?"

He gets no response.

"Thank god. By the power vested in me by the states of New York and Connecticut, I now pronounced you married! Kiss!"

They do, and the large assembled group cheers.

[zoya-withthepoodlesalready]

A fun cut scene from my java junkie fic on AO3, accidentally (how'd we go from friends to this?)

Lorelai's eyes well with tears, and her dream from months ago flies into her head with a surprising amount of force. She and Luke, in a kitchen together, with Rory and another kid on the way. It actually almost scares her now, how beautiful that dream feels. She can't feel that way about Luke, he's her best friend, the person who's saved her life in a million little ways. She'd ruin things if she tried to be with him like that.

"Are you alright?" Luke asks worriedly, kneeling beside the bed. "Do you need one of the nurses? I can get you more ice chips if you want to throw them again. Or-"

She shakes her head, afraid to speak.

But fear loosens her throat, makes her words spill out before she can even try to stop them. "I'm sorry for making you do all this stuff for me and making you think you had to drop everything to be here for me. Please tell me you were dating or something while I wasn't there, because I can't stand the thought of ruining your life and-"

"Lorelai." Luke puts his hand on top of hers, so that little Rory's leg is now covered. His voice is firm and when his other hand brushes back hair from her damp forehead, she almost sobs again. "Before I met you, I was living like a hermit above my diner. I mean, how many twenty year old hermits do you know?"

Sniffing, Lorelai answers with the ghost of a smile, "Just you."

He shrugs as if he's grown accustomed to this. "Exactly. I was lonely, you know? And don't get me wrong, for the most part I was okay with that because I think most people are stupid. But…" his gaze drops to Rory, snug against Lorelai's chest, like he can't look at her for this. "But then I met you. And sure, you talk more than everyone I know combined and your obsession with coffee is just ridiculous. But… you reminded me that… not all people are bad, I guess."

From Luke Danes, this is practically a declaration of love. Lorelai glances down at Rory too, watches her tiny chest move up and down as she breathes. This is Luke, she mentally tells her daughter. This is the most important person in the world to me and I know you're gonna love him.

Luke is still looking at Rory, awe in his eyes. Lorelai presses her lips against his cheek, soft as a butterfly. She watches his gaze flicker back to her, a grin appearing for a beautiful moment. "I think you're a great guy, Luke Danes," she says softly.

He lifts a shoulder again. Shrugging, combined with a hesitant flush of his cheeks, seems to be his way of combating emotion. "You're not too bad yourself," he teases.

[frazzledsoul]

Allowed?

A long, long time ago, I put out some asks for fanfics I was half-heartedly writing. I randomly decided today that I was going to work on them some more, so I'm digging out this old ask.

From an unfinished chapter of my Luke-and-Lorelai-rebuild-their-relationship-in-the-wake-of-the-series-finale-and-are-fine-with-not-getting-married-or having-kids story, Boundaries, wherein Luke, Lorelai, and April visit Jess at Truncheon Books in late summer of 2007:

Lorelai was reminded of herself when she started running the front desk at the Independence. Rory had been in the third grade at that point. Sure, she had kept Rory fed and clothed and amused and loved for six years all by herself but becoming a professional woman had been a struggle she had to overcome bit by bit until it eventually felt like it was hers. She wasn’t the outcast teenage mom or the maid all of the other kids hated because she was allowed to live on the property or the person who was barely learning how to work in in an office. She was an independent, accomplished individual who finally had succeeded at being something other than Rory’s mother. It had felt good to know she could do it and prove to everyone else that they had been wrong about her.

Her parents had never really accepted it.

Lorelai could fully understand why Luke had been so proud of him, even as he adamantly refused to consider that any of his influence had worn off of Jess.

However, there was one place that Jess refused to let any of them go near.

April retreated to a bookshelf to read as Lorelai pointed in the direction of the loft upstairs.

Luke scoffed. “Trust me, you don’t want to go up there.”

Lorelai glanced over at April who chuckled and shook her head.

“Didn’t Liz and T.J and your baby sister stay with you earlier this summer?” Lorelai asked.

“Yeah, and that’s why the entire place still stinks of lavender and patchouli six weeks later,” Chris remarked from his desk.

“Lightly scented Lorelai squalor is worse than regular squalor?” April asked from behind them.

“The smell of baby vomit on top of everything else didn’t help,” Matt said as he strolled by and retreated into the back office.

“It’s not – “ Jess defended himself. “I never should have let you guys up there back in November,” he remarked.

“Oh, I’m sure it’s not half as bad as what our apartment looked like before we knocked that wall down,” Luke said, putting an end to that strain of conversation. He picked up a photo on Jess’s desk. “Is this new?”

“Yup,” Jess confirmed as Luke turned the photo around so that April and Lorelai could see. Jess sat in an armchair, an infant Doula on his lap wearing an oversized War on Drugs T-shirt as he read to her from a copy of Allen Ginsburg’s Kaddish and Other Poems.

“Oh, that’s adorable,” Lorelai said. “That’s going to totally sully your reputation around here.”

“Liz run out of baby clothes?” Luke asked.

“They were only supposed to stay six days,” Jess replied. “They hung around for ten. If my buddy Kurt hadn’t given me some extra shirts, I was going to have to wrap her up in some old work uniforms.”

“And the early education on the Beats?” Lorelai asked. “There’s nothing wrong with broadening her horizons early,” Jess retorted.

If anyone else wants to read the rest of the story, it's told from Lorelai's POV and is mostly Luke and Lorelai hashing out their baggage. I told the story I wanted to tell, but it was divisive, to put it mildly, because I didn't go easy on Lorelai at all.

I'm not sure if or when I'll finish the rest of it, but it's there.

[teddypickerry]

“you’re important to me, you asshole.”

matilda fitzgerald + jess mariano (fucking teenage society)

[a-aexotic]

new gilmore girl fanfic series just in time to stream august by tay? ofc ;)

*hint: it's gonna be tristan x reader 😌*

[cauliflowertree]

for a blurb u should do first date w jess mariano

:)

love me sweet—jess mariano.

summary: your first date with jess mariano.

word count: 0.6k

fanfic no. 009

the sun was beginning to set below the horizon as you walked through the quaint town of stars hollow, nervously fixing your hair and pulling down your jacket every few seconds. you stretched your neck out to see if jess had arrived yet, but could see nothing but faint shadows around the back of the poorly lit gazebo. but jess mariano watched you from a short distance, cowering where the light couldn’t touch, smiling softly, and wondering why you might be nervous to see him. he was nothing. you were everything.

he shook his head in disbelief as a small chuckle escaped his lips, slipping a book into his back pocket and pushing himself off the gazebo and into the light.

“hey there,” he greeted.

“hey,” you grinned, eyes brightening.

jess’ eyes raked over your figure, taking in the clothes you’d spent a long while choosing above all others. he didn’t say much, he never did, just a simple ‘you look good’ under his breath before he headed off. it was both endearing and satisfying.

“where are we going?” you asked, feet still planted into the damp grass below as you watched him march forward.

“you’ll see. come on, don’t you trust me?” he tilted his head with a mischievous smirk.

you hardly knew him, truth be told, but there was an inexplicable sense of safety you felt in his presence—an inclination you possessed that he would never lead you astray. but despite this, there was still a small part of you that felt as if you were free-falling with no access to a safe landing. but you were generally a good judge of character.

“i haven’t decided yet,” you hesitated. “trust is earned.”

“how am i supposed to earn it if you don’t take a leap of faith and trust me a little?” he cocked an eyebrow.

you suppressed a smile. “alright.”

as it so happens, jess had no plans at all as to where he was going to take you. he walked you through town, to the small bridge over the lake, past luke’s diner and then finally into the bookshop which was always open late of fridays. he simply valued your company and conversation.

neither of you bought anything, only browsed the shelves of limited titles the small store offered and pointed out which books you had read, which you desired to read, your favourites and the ones you hated beyond anything. jess laughed at your distaste for ‘the great gatsby’, how your face scrunched up in disgust.

on the way home, for jess insisted to walk you back, you exchanged book recommendations, music suggestions and talked of the films you should watch together in the little theatre in town. and when you reached the door to your house, jess tucked his chin into his chest as he looked down at your hands, cautiously reaching out to touch them.

“i had a nice time tonight,” you told him, wrapping your fingers around his.

“me too,” he nodded, still keeping his eyes away from yours.

you didn’t want to go inside, and jess didn’t want you to either, but you were both too anxious to make the first move. but after a moment, jess could feel the warmth leaving your fingertips, and he knew you couldn’t stay out there forever. he slipped his hands delicately up your arm until he reached your neck, which he caressed gently.

in spite of his feather light touches, the sting of his cool hands nipped at the warmth of your skin, but you hadn’t the heart to care. your heart was preoccupied, perhaps indefinitely.

his lips reached yours tentatively, sweetly, flowing into open-mouthed kisses after a few seconds to find your shared rhythm. he was perfection.

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so this may be implausible, as we know that some iteration of "gilmore girls" the television show exists in the spn universe (though this does bring up questions as to whether sam was teased growing up/at stanford for looking like the small town teen heartthrob actor but that's a rabbithole for another day), but like, hypothetically:

sam and dean getting into town to investigate the heinous/bizarre incident of the week, slugging back a respectable amount of coffee at the diner front counter. lorelei and rory at their usual table, slinging their usual banter, and internally dean's like "wow, a dark-haired woman with a quick mouth and a serious caffeine dependency and the same addiction to pop culture references I also suffer chronically from? did I just meet my soulmate?"

so through the magic of network television, he manages in finagle himself A Date. and where else in stars hollow can one get good coffee, decent food, and surly service other than at Luke's?

anyway -- long story long, that obviously doesn't work out, but dean does spend a nice evening with the guy in flannel who runs the place. (he probably even treats dean to morning-after breakfast pie in bed, 'cause he's just that kind of guy)

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Ficlet advent calendar - December 6

Title: Scholarship program Fandom: Gilmore Girls, Top Gun: Maverick Characters: Lorelai Gilmore, Luke Danes, Sookie St. James, Jackson Belleville, Taylor Doose, Beau “Cyclone” Simpson Relationships: Lorelai / Cyclone Word Count: 1273 Rating: Teen and up audiences Songs: Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas Summary:   It's time for the annual Santa Claus Beauty Pageant in Stars Hollow! With an outsider amongst the competitors: Lieutenant Beau Cyclone Simpson. Sets in 2003. Notes: Okay, so shipping Cyclone with Lorelai Gilmore came to my mind a few months ago, and despite how random this is, I grew quite fond of this ship, so I had to include them in this challenge as well. Also, this chapter tells the origins of the Santa figurine on Cyclone's desk (the one that appeared in Chapter 5). You can find some more stuff about them here. And just a warning: this one is written in first person which is something I rarely do when writing in English, but I wanted to experiment a little bit.

December 6 – Scholarship program

I have to admit, it was my idea. I just said it as a joke, but Miss Patty liked it so much that she convinced Taylor to include it in the town’s Christmas events. It wasn’t surprising because unlike in the baking contest, he would definitely stand a chance in a Santa Claus beauty pageant. For obvious reasons. He does look a little like Santa Claus, although the real Santa definitely wouldn’t make comments on what your fence looks like or make a scene in your diner every second day for not putting a dancing reindeer in your window. Anyway, Taylor won three times, which wasn’t hard keeping in mind that he was competing against Kirk or Andrew, just to name a few other contestants. None of them comes to my mind if I think of Santa Claus.

The Santa Beauty Pageant is like any other beauty pageant, except for the bathing suit part. They have to sort out presents instead, but the conversation and the performance parts are the same. Even with the world peace thing. Most Santa Clauses want world peace. Except for Taylor, who wants a doormat next to every fireplace, so when he goes down a chimney, he can wipe his feet so he wouldn’t get the whole living room dirty while going to the tree.

Luckily, this year, for the first time ever, I wasn’t part of the jury, because Jackson was one o the contestants and I didn’t want to be accused with bias. This way I could root for him with Sookie and make snarky comments on the other Santas. I also tried to convince Luke to come as well, but of course, he declined it.

“I don’t even know what’s the point of this,” he growled. “A Santa Beauty Pageant? They are not even beautiful!”

“Hey, this is not a beauty pageant! It’s a scholarship program!” I said, quoting Miss Congeniality, but of course, he didn’t notice that.

“Scholarship program? You mean that meet and greet tomorrow when they’ll have to listen to the kids asking for stuff they would never get?”

“Oh come on, Luke, you’re such a Grinch!”

“Why? I don’t want to steal Christmas; I just have better things to do than to watch the people who make a fool of themselves in every town event making a fool of themselves in a Santa costume,” and with that he went back to the kitchen and yelled at Caesar for something.

Well, it’s his loss.

“It’s starting, it’s starting!” Sookie exclaimed sitting next to me as Taylor, three-times winner and our host this year came on stage.

No wonder Sookie was so excited as this year her husband was also in the contest, and she kept telling me that he had a chance to win. We cheered for him when he came onstage wearing the red costume and I had to admit that he looked convincing in it. However, when he started to recite The Night Before Christmas using vegetables as puppets, I had to bite on my lips to hide my laughter, because he put so much effort in it, and I love Jackson with all my heart, but the whole thing was ridiculous. I mean, who uses eggplants as reindeer? I was so glad I wasn’t in the jury this year!

“Our next contestant is an outsider,” Taylor announced once we watched Putzie’s Little Drummer Boy and Kirk’s presentation on what to do when we get stuck in a chimney. “He doesn’t live here, but he is no stranger to this town. Please welcome Lieutenant Beau Simpson!”

I could feel my heart skip a beat as I heard the familiar name. What on earth he is doing here again? Whenever we had a town event, he appeared out of nowhere, as if there was something in this town that makes him return again and again. My stomach jumped when I saw him on the stage. He looked so great in the red suit that my brain filled with inappropriate thoughts. Which was quite weird as I don’t usually think that Santa is hot – I mean, he’s an old, bearded man in a red suit who gives presents to children. There’s nothing sexy about that. About Cyclone, on the other hand, there isn’t a thing that is not sexy. Even that red coat with a white faux-fur collar and the fake beard suited him well.

“Hello, Stars Hollow,” he said it into the microphone as he looked around the audience and then his gaze stopped on me. “It’s nice to be back.”

I couldn’t hide my smile as our eyes met. I was sure I would never see him again after Halloween, yet he was here.

“What are we going to see now?” Taylor asked.

“I’ve brought you a song,” he replied. “To wish you all a merry little Christmas.”

That was the first time I heard him sing, and even though I knew he used to do theater in the Academy, I was surprised how good his voice was. It was soft and deep as he sang Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas. It felt like a mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows. I shouldn’t tell it to Sookie who tried everything not to look impressed by the aviator as his husband was in the competition as well. However, I heard her sigh at the end of the song. Poor Jackson! After the song Cyclone had both the audience and the jury wrapped around his finger.

No wonder he won the pageant and got the Santa figurine as the prize. I couldn’t help but wonder how he would be doing on that meet and greet the next morning with the local kids.

When the people started leaving, I waited for him, and once he shook hands with everybody, he finally stepped to me.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” I admitted.

“Well, here I am,” he smiled at me under the fake beard. “I thought I’d surprise you, Junkie,” he added, using the call sign he and Luke gave me.

“You did,” I nodded. “Tell me, do you get a newsletter that tells you about the events in town? Because it seems to me you like it here.”

“In fact, I do,” he replied. “I mean, I do like it. You know, there is something here that makes me want to come back,” he told me, looking into my eyes in a way that it made me think that the ���something’ is actually ‘someone��.

“I’m glad I wasn’t in the jury, otherwise I could’ve been accused of being biased,” I told him, trying to change the topic.

“So, you liked my performance,” he stated.

“You sing very well.”

“I want to celebrate somewhere,” he said. “Get a few drinks. Would you like to join?”

“Of course I would, just please, change first. Drinking with Santa feels a little weird. Even if he won a beauty pageant.”

“Hey! It’s not a beauty pageant! It’s a scholarship program!” he said.

I couldn’t help but laugh. I didn’t know he had seen Miss Congeniality, too. I looked up at him, and when our eyes met, I fell silent. My stomach began to tremble, and I had to take a deep breath to calm myself down a little. What has gotten into me?

“I have a question,” Cyclone said.

“What is it?”

“Can I kiss you here or shall we find a mistletoe?”

A grin broke out on my face as I pulled his beard down under his chin then I stood on my tiptoes to kiss him.

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