#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

. . .

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Schniders in Stars Hollow Lenny arranging bouquets from flowers in his garden for his loved ones.

They eventually retire to Stars Hollow fully. Midge refuses to sell the brownstone in the city, but it's mostly for the kids and grandkids to use now.

This, of course, means that Lenny gets to tend to his garden all year round. Plants beets in the fall, and in the spring, by May, most everything is in bloom.

Probably a little too much this year, so Lenny clips and prunes and soon, the kitchen table is covered in Dahlia and tulips. Coneflower, lilies and marigolds, petunias and alium.

The roses won't pop for another month or so (in time for Midge's birthda), but there are plenty of beautiful flowers that aren't as well known to go around.

He settles a bunch into one of Midge's vases with some water and carries it into her office, settling it on the little coffee table in front of the couch she's sitting on as she takes a phone call. She beams up at him and tugs him down for a light peck, pulling away quickly. "Susie, I was not making out with Lenny."

"She was a little," he says into the phone.

"Stop trying to get me in trouble!"

He chuckles as he heads back to the kitchen. "Gonna drop off more flowers."

And he does.

*****

The Dragonfly is busy this weekend, and Lorelai grins at him from behind the front desk after handing a couple from Milwaukee the key to their room.

"Hi, Stranger, Midge kick you out?" She teases.

"Not yet," Lenny chuckles. "I wonder when she'll get around to it. No, I come with a gift." He holds out a bunch of flowers, held together with a little hemp rope.

"Oh, wow," Lorelai marvels as she takes them. "These are amazing. Let me grab a vase out of storage, these are going right here at the desk."

He chuckles as she hops off and comes right back with the promised vase, a little water in the bottom. "Rory home? She can have one, too."

"No, Rory is still in New York," she tells him. "She'll be home next weekend."

"There are always more flowers," Lenny promises. "See you later, kid."

"Bye, Lenny, thank you!"

He waves her off and heads out.

*****

He finds Liz at thr diner and hands her a batch, and she gasps, hugging them.

"I swear you're a whiz in that garden, Lenny. I don't know how you do it. I wind up killing all my flowers."

"Patience," he says. "Attention. It's like raising kids, but instead of being mouthy, flowers just wilt if they're pissy."

Liz laughs at that. "Don't get me started. Dula is four going on twenty-four, I swear."

"She's a little firecracker," Lenny agrees. "Speaking of mouthy, how is Jess?"

"Good, I think," Liz smiles. "He's been busy on that book tour, though. He's supposed to be back in another week or so."

"Yeah, he texted Midge before he left, but we haven't heard from him since," Lenny nods.

"He's fine," Luke tells them, bringing over a coffee cup and filling it for Lenny. "I annoyed him into calling me yesterday. He's in Raleigh. He'll be here next weekend after the tour wraps."

"My baby's coming home!" Liz crows. "I should cook him something special."

"You should not," Lenny tells her.

"Hey!"

He sips his coffee. "Buy him a nice sweater. For the love of God, do not cook."

"What he said," Luke agrees. "Don't I get flowers?"

"You don't own a vase," Lenny reminds him. "Until you buy one, you don't get flowers."

*****

Babbette and Mory get a bunch. Miss Patty, too, against his better judgement. Taylor gets a few. Kirk is allergic to everything so he gets none. He drops a batch off with Jackson for him and Sookie.

He's tired when he gets home. Winded in the way that comes with old age. He blows out a breath and wanders around, finding Midge in the kitchen.

"How'd it go?" She asks.

"Fine. Rory and Jess will both be home next weekend," he informs her.

"I'll have to do up a nice dinner for them," Midgr grins.

"I know that grin, Mrs. Bruce."

Midge smirks. "Do you, Mr. Weissman?"

"Oh yes," Lenny nods. "That is a look much like your mother used to give when she thought she was being terribly clever about her matchmaking."

"I have no idea what you mean."

Lenny chuckles. "Of course you don't."

[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!!!

[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.

[polikszena]

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.

Read it on AO3

[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 😌*

[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.

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[rory x jess] + [lorelai x luke] + [lorelai & rory]

reckless abandon by jessmariano (16/16 | 172,313 | M)

“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?”

(or: the one where lorelai gives rory up for adoption at sixteen, and it takes sixteen more years for them to find each other again.)

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sneak out | jess mariano

PAIRING — jess mariano x fem!gilmore!reader SUMMARY — minutes into your mother’s dinner party, jess suggests you sneak out through your bedroom window - and you can’t help but agree WARNINGS — fluff, jess and reader being ‘troubled’ teens, a bit of angst, reader venting WORD COUNT — 2,322 NOTES — the idea of lorelai having a teen that was just like her is so appealing to me idk why - also would you believe me if i told you i listened to yung gravy while writing the majority of this fic

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You weren’t sure which was worse - the dinner your mother was hosting, or the idea that you now had to put up with a whole night of Luke’s strange nephew, whom you’d never met before.

Of course, you loved your family to pieces, and you loved Sookie and Jackson; hell, sometimes you looked at Luke as more of a father than you did your actual dad, but having everyone together for what you knew would be at least a three course meal, under one roof, with Luke’s mysterious nephew from New York, just felt draining.

So, to preserve what little social battery you had left for the day, you decided to spend the time between school and dinner in your room upstairs with a good book and a cd playing from the player that sat on your dresser at a low volume. You had to change the cd twice, first from one of your mothers Bangles cds to a Smiths one, but just as you were enjoying the beginning of David Bowie’s Ziggy Stardust album (and nearly finishing up your book), did you hear the clanging of pots and pans from downstairs, as well as Sookie and Jackson’s lighthearted bickering.

You managed to bury yourself back into your book, one leg crossed loosely over the other outstretched one as you half-sat, half-laid on your bed, being mindful of your shoes so as to not get any dirt on your covers.

From downstairs, Jess was wandering around the Gilmore home as everyone else did whatever they were doing in the kitchen, internally monologuing and half-mocking their decor. He’d met Rory already, and she seemed like a nice enough girl. Enjoyed books. But he had yet to meet the third and final Gilmore girl, who so far had only been mentioned. However, as Jess scanned the various photographs on the mantle, he could hear the faint guitar of Suffragette City emanating from somewhere upstairs.

After peeking down the hallway to make sure no one was watching, Jess smirked and snuck up the stairs, into what was surely off-limits territory for someone like him. Still, he took the stairs two at a time and stealthily, managing to avoid all the places that would creak in a house like this one, despite never stepping foot inside beforehand. He followed the music down the hall, past some more paintings and pictures, to another bedroom. The door was open, and he was able to take a look inside. Posters covered most of the wall, leaving little space to show off the paint beneath them. Bookshelves occupied the wall right beside the door, and similarly to Rory’s room, they looked stuffed to the brim with books.

On the bed, facing him, was the person he assumed to be the final Gilmore girl - Rory’s twin sister. He watched intently, scanning every feature of your focused face as you scanned the final pages of the book you were reading. How your brow furrowed, eyes locked on the ink before you. The way the foot that hung off the edge of the bed was moving to the beat of the song.

Once Jess had decided that he’d been watching you long enough to constitute stalking, and how that was probably extremely creepy, he nudged the door open with a creak and stepped inside, clearing his throat and pulling his lips into a slight smirk. “Hey there, Ziggy.”

At first, you thought that your mother was finally calling you down to dinner, until you heard the unusually male - and entirely unfamiliar - voice come from the body in your doorway. Tucking a receipt into your book to mark your place, you glared over at the boy standing in your room with his hands behind his back, smugness rolling off of him in waves as he admired your room.

“You’re Jess, aren’t you.” Your flat tone seemed to amuse him.

“How nice, you already know my name. I’m flattered.”

You watched him as he walked around your room, over to the window where your desk was, trying to figure him out as he peeled back your curtains. “It’s impossible to not know someone’s name in this town, even someone who’s only been here for 28 hours.”

He chuckled. “Nice one, Ziggy. Now tell me, why aren’t you downstairs with the rest of the freakshow? I mean, they are your family, after all, aren’t they?”

You pretended to smile, but it came out as more of a grimace. “Sorry to break it to you, Mariano, but I’ve been banned from the freakshow. Apparently having apathy toward any sort of Gilmore humour is forbidden, and they’ve locked me away forever.”

“Aw, so sorry to hear that.” Jess mocked, placing a hand over his heart with an exaggerated pout. “I can’t believe they shunned such a ray of sunshine.” He smirked at your rolled eyes. “No, really, you must be a real treat at parties.”

“Quit it, Mariano. Is there a reason you came up here or did you just want to cause enough trouble to get kicked out of our beloved Stars Hollow? Because if so, you came to the right girl.”

Jess’ brow quirked. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you heaved a dramatic sigh, slipping off your bed to walk over to Jess. “But it’s like… 9pm on a Wednesday. In Stars Hollow. Even if I wanted to cause trouble, and I don’t, because I did enough of that at school today, there’s nothing to do. Everyone’s asleep, and I’m pretty sure our 24-hour mini-mart closed like, half an hour ago.”

Now it was Jess’ turn to roll his eyes. “Your sister said that already. Is there seriously nothing to do here?”

“Nope.” You shrugged, just as a thought came to mind. “Well… there is one thing…” Jess’ eyebrows raised at the prospect of having something fun to do, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s not anything revolutionary, you know.”

“Still, give me something, anything, to get us out of here, Ziggy. I’m begging you. I’m being suffocated by the stale air of suburban life.”

You nodded, tapping your fingers on your thigh. “Fine, I’ll tell you. But you gotta do one thing for me.”

“What is it? I’ll do anything, I swear.”

“Stop calling me Ziggy.” You said. “It’s a stupid nickname, and although I admire the fact that you listen to David Bowie enough to come up with a nickname like that one, I hate it. Call me by my actual name.”

“Well I would, if I knew it.”

“My mother never told you my name?” You asked with a raised brow. “She never shuts up about me and Rory, I’m surprised you never caught it.”

“Apparently, I didn’t. It seems she likes talking about Rory more.” Jess shrugged. “At least, around me she does.” He barely caught the slight sag of your shoulders, the drop in your demeanour, before you picked it back up and smiled.

“Well, Jess. I’m Y/n. Y/n Gilmore.” After a pause, you looked around and snagged a sweater from the chair in the corner of your room. “Now, if you’ll follow me, let’s go have as much fun as we’re able to in Stars Hollow at night.”

Jess waited impatiently behind you as you unlatched the window by your desk and pushed it up, slipping through and holding it open for him. As he clamoured out, you grabbed the rock underneath the window and placed it on the windowsill, lowering the window so you’d still be able to get back in later.

You could still hear the tail end of the album playing as Jess looked around.

“How are we supposed to get down?”

“The trellis, obviously.” You said, carefully making your way across the porch’s roof to the trellis right next to the kitchen window. “Just don’t make much noise, this thing is right next to the kitchen’s window and if we get caught we’re screwed. Follow my lead, and run when you hit the ground, got it?”

“Got it.”

Scaling down the trellis was basically second nature to you, but you made sure to look up every once in a while to make sure Jess was doing okay. He seemed to be, which comforted you somehow. You waited at the bottom for him, making sure to stay out of view of the window to the kitchen and the edge of the porch, which were on either side of the trellis, and could possibly get both you and Jess grounded.

When he landed, he looked at you, and a dish clattered in the kitchen. You both snapped to the window, then back to each other. On instinct, you took his hand and ran toward the woods.

“Where the hell are we going?!” Jess whisper-shouted.

“Relax!” You whisper-shouted back, slowing to a stop as soon as you were hidden in the tree line. “We’re not going into the woods, dumbass. What do you think would’ve happened if we waltzed out in the open in front of the living room window?”

Jess only sighed and nodded, letting go of your hand. He let you lead him through the trees, keeping the light of the house close to you, walking around the garage and past all the cars, waiting until Babette’s house was out of sight until you stepped back onto the road.

The walk was calm and quiet, crickets and the breeze occupying you instead of chatter. After a while, when you were beginning to reach the town centre, Jess spoke up. “So, what now?”

You shrugged. “Not sure. Usually I head to the lake, bring a book, or a cd player and some headphones. I don’t normally bring people with me, you know?”

Jess nodded, lips slightly pursed. The walk continued through the town, passing by shop after shop, all of them closed for the night. You had to admit, you weren’t used to taking walks like these, out in the open. Normally you’d find whichever path kept you out of the possible sight of the townspeople, a habit you developed after Taylor snitched on you to your mother after he caught you walking to the lake by the Inn when you were 12. Still, it was nice, and even if you were caught, you somehow didn’t seem to mind it.

As the buildings were fading again and you knew you were approaching the lake, you checked your watch. 9:27pm. You sighed, and Jess looked at you. Dropping your arm, you shook your head. “Almost 9:30. They definitely have to know something’s up at home. Probably sending out a search party by now.” You told him, before shrugging. “Or, you know, miraculously, they forgot we existed and are eating Sookie’s delicious no-allergen, fourteen course meal as we speak.”

Jess scoffed. “Yeah, right. Luke might not care that much, but Lorelai? She seems like the world’s most protective parent.”

“She is.” You confirmed, sitting on your usual bench, eyes following Jess as he sat next to you. “Trust me, I love her to death, but it gets annoying sometimes.”

“Yeah, well, at least you have a protective mom.” Jess’ hands gripped the edge of the bench, his body hunched forward, making him look small, ready to run at a moment’s notice. “Mine decided I wasn’t worth the effort. Shipped me off to this… circus show without so much as a ‘sayonara, kid.’ You’re lucky.”

You frowned. Everyone knew within the hour of him arriving in Stars Hollow that Jess was a troubled kid, but even troubled kids deserved parents that cared. He was right, though, you were lucky. It just didn’t feel like it.

“I know I’m lucky, Jess, but it’s not all rainbows for me, you know.”

“Oh yeah? How?” He scoffed. “You have the perfect life, Y/n. A mom that cares, a great twin sister - hell, even Luke sings your praises.”

“Luke sings?”

Jess rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“It’s not like that all the time, Jess.” You sighed. “My ‘great’ twin sister is, apparently, so great that she has all eyes on her at all times. My grandparents are always so proud of her for being so smart and planning this amazing, expensive, studious future - they’re planning on funding it, too, from the sounds of things. I just want to live, you know?” You kicked a rock with your shoe, avoiding Jess’ concerned gaze.

“And my mother seems more concerned about her wellbeing than mine, closer to her than to me. But somehow she wonders why I’m the troubled one. I mean, I act out, I barely go to that stupid prep school because it’s so suffocating, and I got an eyebrow piercing without permission instead of taking a calculus test last month, which I’m just getting out of that punishment. Everyone’s so focused on Rory and how seemingly great she is, I don’t even remember the last time I was appreciated for anything. And don’t even get me started on my dad.”

“Sounds like these freaks don’t know a good person when they see one.” Jess told you. “You seem chill. Adventurous, too. But just because you aren’t appreciated doesn’t mean you aren’t good enough.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “You too, Jess.” The world quieted around you for a moment, stars shining off the rippling waters of the lake. “But we don’t need to be good enough for them. Just good enough for us.”

He smiled, nodding once at you. Again, you appreciated the silence with him, watching the water or the sky. It wouldn’t be long until Luke and your mother found you both, you with your head on his shoulder and one knee bent to your chest, laughing quietly at a joke he told as you continued to get to know one another. But that was later. For now, you simply sat and watched the water, wishing the moment could last for the rest of your lives.

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