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kimberly-stocks · 4 months

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I’ve got a nsfw literati prompt 🙏

could you write something along the lines of Jess helping Rory de stress after constant studying? 👀

Canon compliant. Set in season 3, sometime in spring I guess? At the time Lorelai started seeing Alex. Not in any way connected to my story Things I'd never say.

Rory heard a light tap on her window and stood up from her desk, stretching tired muscles to open the window for Jess. She pushed the frame up and looked outside to find her boyfriend standing there with a to-go cup of coffee from Luke's.

"Hey," he said giving the coffee to her.

"Bless you!" She took it gratefully, gulping hungrily.

"You didn't come by the diner after school, thought you might need some fuel."

"Yeah, I had to study. I have this stupid history test tomorrow," Rory groaned.

"When do you think you're gonna be done with it?"

"About ten, maybe?" He nodded in response.

"I'll leave you to it then," he gave her a small smile and almost turned to leave, when she tugged on his arm, and pressed her lips to his in a brief kiss.

"Thank you for the coffee, you're my hero."

"No problem."

~xxx~

A little after ten Rory stood up from her chair, every verterbra creaking in protest from being in the same position for too long. She was just putting her books and notepads away when she heard a tap on her window once again. She smiled to herself and went to open it for the second time that night.

"Hey, how's your studying going?" Jess asked intertwining his fingers with hers through the frame.

"I just finished. Wanna come in for a bit?"

"Where's your mom?"

"She's staying at Alex's tonight."

"Huh," he smirked at that piece of information. Coming here was a right choice after all. He sneaked inside with the grace of a cat, closing the window behind him. Rory plopped on her back across the bed.

"I'm exhausted, all those dates and names, I have no idea how I'm gonna remember it all tomorrow, so much cramming with only one cup of coffee is an impossible task." She whined. Jess came to lie next to her, taking her hand in his.

"I know a great way to help you relax," he started.

"Which is?" She turned to look at him.

"Orgasm," he smirked.

She gulped nervously. She let him touch her boobs through her clothes for the first time a few weeks ago, and since then Jess was dropping hints about doing something more, but she still wasn't ready to have sex with him. She didn't want to offend him, but didn't want to go all the way either. It was quite a predicament.

"Uhh... I'm not... You know..."

"I know. You don't have to have sex to get an orgasm, you know?" He turned to look at her only to catch her turning away from him, her cheeks flaming red.

"Oh..." She didn't know how to react to that. What did he expect?

"It's okay if you're not ready for that either," he squeezed her fingers tighter in reassurance.

A long pause followed. Jess seemed relaxed, enjoying just being next to her, while Rory's thoughts were racing a mile a minute. Was she ready for anything sexual at all? It sounded kind of enticing. Scary, but enticing nonetheless. And her mom wasn't going to be home till morning. But she had a test tomorrow, so she couldn't be late for school. She didn't want the repeat of her first year with that meltdown about a Shakespear test. Then again, it wasn't awfully late yet, and she could use some relaxation.... She squeezed Jess's fingers to get his attention, and asked "What else can we do for... You know, uh, orgasm?" She could see his smirk out of the corner of her eye. She still didn't dare to look at him directly, too embarrassed and shy about the whole conversation.

"Remember how I touched your breasts the other day? I can touch you like that down there too. Through the clothes. Or not. If you want."

"Okay," she whispered after a moment of hesitation. She felt him move to hover above her. They locked eyes before he pressed a soft kiss to her lips, coaxing her to relax. The very next second her instincts kicked in and she lost herself in the kiss, like she always did with him.

They were making out for a bit until she felt his palm covering her breast gently. He started massaging it, kneading and rolling her nipple between his deft fingers. She moaned into his mouth. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath her sweatshirt, so she could feel everything. Encouraged by her reactions he went to kiss and suck on the sensitive skin of her neck. His hand never leaving her chest, alternating between her soft mounds. Rory was clutching at his back, threading fingers through his hair, pulling his head closer to her neck. She loved it when he kissed her neck. Then slowly his hand started travelling lower until it came to the juncture between her legs. She pressed them together, losing focus for a second. He looked up at her "May I?" She nodded shakily and relaxed her thighs. His palm landed on her pubic bone and just settled there, his fingers between her legs, applying pressure and heat to the most intimate spot even through her sweatpants. His eyes went completely dark, contrasting to his usual hazel shade. Her lips parted in anticipation, and he started rubbing her softly, careful not to scare her with overwhelming sensations. It felt weird in a way that she never let anyone do that to her, but she still didn't quite understand what she was supposed to be feeling. And then.... He found her clit and everything changed. She gasped suddenly at the shock of feeling like an electric current went through her limbs.

Jess focused on that spot he found, and started rubbing her there in circles, increasing the pressure some. Her eyes closed and she was washed with pleasure she's never felt before. He kept caressing her methodically, tirelessly until her breathing got shallow and with one final moan she climaxed in front of him.

"There you go," he whispered pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, extracting his hand from between her legs slowly.

Rory was lying there with her eyes closed, breathing erratic, her mind completely blank of all the thoughts and concerns. She blindly reached for him, and he intertwined their fingers one more time. Watching her was such a treat. Looking at her pale cheeks gaining color, and then shining bright pink with arousal, her lips parting, her tongue darting out to lick them, her chest rising and falling, nipples hard, poking through the fabric. She was a vision. And he was pretty sure he just gave her the first ever orgasm of her life.

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finnicks · 2 years

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( fic ) pumpkin mania

pumpkin mania

gilmore girls | jess/rory; teen; 6828 words

Pumpkin Mania is here! Stars Hollow’s annual pumpkin carving contest and auction is back for another grand season of competitive pumpkin carving and robust bidding!

This year, Rory does her best to try and persuade Jess to sign up, Lane works hard to dissuade Dave from participating, Lorelai tries to trick Lukeintoparticipating, and Paris, well… Taylor Doose may update the event’s terms and conditions to uninvite her next year.

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magewritesstories · 11 months

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[ ɢɪʟᴍᴏʀᴇ ɢɪʀʟꜱ ] ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

ᴊᴇꜱꜱ ᴍᴀʀɪᴀɴᴏ — ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴄᴀᴛ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ

♠ Jess is the black cat boyfriend no debate

♠ his favourite activities are browsing bookstores in New York to find the most ridiculous books and having movie nights at with home-made pizza

♠ his gifts are usually consist of annotated books and/or CD’s he’s burned for you

♠ so touch starved, like so touch starved, his love language is definitely physical touch

♠ would do just about anything if you just bat your eyelashes at him

ᴘᴀʀɪꜱ ɢᴇʟʟᴇʀ — ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪᴇʀᴄᴇ ɢɪʀʟꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ

♦ study dates, study dates, study dates

♦ probably mistook your flirting for picking a fight until Rory told her that you were flirting with her or you just straight up told her you wanted to kiss

♦ loves to do things for you just because, carrying your bags, making you coffee/tea when you working, because you deserve to be pampered, her love language is acts of service no doubt in my mind

♦ when it comes to gift giving it’s usually offhanded like, “Yeah I saw it in the store and bought it, no big deal.”

♦ she’s pretty stubborn so getting her to do things is hard but she ends up doing them because it’s you, and she would do anything for even if she complains 70% of the time

ʟᴏɢᴀɴ ʜᴜɴᴛᴢʙᴇʀɢᴇʀ — ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴏᴜꜱ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ

♣ he takes you to so many places, sometimes it’s places he’s been other times he spotted a new restaurant on his way and he decides to take you there next time the two of you go out.

♣ his favourite thing to do is go shopping for you, particularly enjoys buying you clothes and accessories and then seeing you wear them

♣ Logan’s love language is definitely gif giving, and more often than not the gift are expensive (read: birkin bag.)

♣ whenever he plans dates it’s the out there stuff he thinks you’ll enjoy doing, but he doesn’t mind having dinner at home with a good movie or some music either

♣ he would also do anything for you, even the things you ask him to do halfheartedly or jokingly

ʀᴏʀʏ ɢɪʟᴍᴏʀᴇ — ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ɢɪʀʟꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ

♥ her favourite kinds of dates are the calm ones, like browsing bookstores and going to museums

♥ she loves to sit with you on the couch until ungodly hours just talking about random things or having deep conversations, although the ones about the future are her favourites

♥ love language is words of affirmation, mainly because growing up Lorelai thought her how important communication is in all her relationships

♥ Rory doesn’t really like dates in crowded places, she enjoys the occasional concert or outing to a busy place, but low-key dates will always be superior in her opinion

♥ getting her to do something she doesn’t want to is impossible, she’s very stubborn and when she doesn’t want to do something it’s very hard to convince her to do it

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angeldiarybook · 1 month

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𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐱 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ˙ ꨄ°˖🎧📖 ⋆｡˚꩜ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬:𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞

-right when he saw you he knew he needed you

-at first he’d teasingly flirt with you but over time he actually started to catch feelings

-asshole at the start

-you’d get annoyed pretty easily from him

-he’d start to notice your annoyance from him slightly after he started liking you

-upsets him a bit (just a little bit) from the genuine annoyed look on your face any time he comes near you

-tries to make you jealous but it just gives you an ick “Have you tried to get their attention?” Rory asked me and Paris as Tristan was making out with some girl in front of my,Rory, and Paris locker “sure have” Paris said as I rolled my eyes at the little love session Tristan had going on “no luck?” Rory asked “nope” both me and Paris replied as we rolled our eyes “it’s like he’s eating her face” Rory said disgusted.that caused me to let a snarky low chuckle out as Paris stared at them. I rolled my eyes lifting up my books and what felt like 20 pounds inside my back bag up.Rory tapped Tristan shoulder asking them to move a bit to the left. “what?” Tristan acted dumb with a stupid grin on his face “you’re standing in front of the lockers” Rory told Tristan “our lockers” I responded annoyed “Oh sorry we just got a little carried away” Tristan replied snarky “right” both me and Rory said as she rolled her eyes as Tristan and the random girl backed away from the lockers Tristan noticed how genuinely unbothered you look and how’d you be annoyed if anyone was in your way of your locker on purpose

-once he realizes making you jealous doesn’t work he starts being a ‘gentle man’

-giving you some dumb nickname

-over time you get use to his annoying flirty remarks

-always loans you his notes

-birthday kiss😏

-admiring you in class while you’re paying attention to the lesson

-apologize to you once you guys start getting closer for being an asshole and genuinely means it “I’m sorry I gave you such a hard time for a while” Tristan apologized to me “oh…it’s ok..well it’s not but I understand” I gave him a small warm smile

-catching him staring at you in class

-helps you a ton whenever you’re struggling in a certain subject

-always have to be in the same group project together

-while you guys sit next to each other he makes little braids in your hair when you have your head down in class

-teasingly agreeing to whatever you have to say about something

-people noticing him changing slightly to win you over

-playfully begging to carry your books “Tristan I can carry them my self” you chuckled softly and playfully rolled your eyes at him as he tried to snatch your thick books away

-even carrying your back bag for you when school is over

-insists on driving you home

-teases you whenever you’re reading a book and not paying attention to him

-“seducing” you with that god damn smirk/smile of his

-getting mad and scolding him as he has a snarky laugh smirking at you in the hallways

#tristan dugray #gilmore girls #chad michael murray #Tristan dugray x Reader #Tristan dugray x you #Tristan dugray fanfic #gilmore girls fanfiction #Tristan dugray x y/n #rory gilmore

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a-aexotic · 10 months

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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

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vilentia · 1 year

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The Weight of Regret

Dean Forester x reader

part 1 | part 2

Dean sat on the couch, his hands trembling with fear and guilt. The weight of his mistake pressed heavily upon him, threatening to crush his very soul. His heart raced as he waited for you, his girlfriend, to come home. He knew that today was the day he would have to face the truth and confront the consequences of his actions.

As he heard the front door open, Dean's heart skipped a beat. He watched as you entered the room, your smile fading when you saw the anguish etched across Dean's face. You took a step forward, concern etching your features.

"What's wrong, Dean?" you asked, your voice filled with worry.

Dean took a deep breath, his voice quivering as he struggled to find the right words. "I... I need to tell you something. Something I should have told you a long time ago."

Your eyes widened, a hint of fear creeping into them. "What is it, Dean? You're scaring me."

Dean looked down at his hands, his heart aching with remorse. "I cheated on you," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "With Rory."

Silence hung heavily in the room as you processed his words. You stood there, stunned and betrayed, unable to comprehend the depth of his deception. Dean's eyes welled up with tears, his breath hitching in his throat.

"I don't know why I did it," Dean continued, his voice breaking. "I thought I still had feelings for her, but being with her made me realize that it wasn't the same. It wasn't like it used to be."

Your face was a mask of disappointment, hurt etched into every line. You didn't say a word, your silence piercing Dean's heart. He panicked, fearing that his mistake had cost him the love of his life.

"Please, say something," Dean pleaded, sinking to his knees before you. "I'm begging you for forgiveness. I never meant to hurt you. I love you, and I don't want to lose you."

He wrapped his arms around you, desperately clinging to the last vestiges of hope. But your body remained stiff and unyielding. You didn't return the embrace, your disappointment too profound to be assuaged by his desperate pleas.

After what felt like an eternity, you gently pushed Dean away, your eyes filled with unshed tears. Your movements deliberate as you walked towards your bedroom. Dean's heart shattered as he watched you pack a few belongings into a travel bag.

"Please, don't leave," Dean begged, his voice cracking with anguish. "I can't bear to lose you."

You remained silent, your expression a mix of pain and resolve. You zipped up the bag, shouldering the weight of your broken trust. You looked at Dean, your eyes filled with disappointment and sorrow.

"I'm so disappointed in you, Dean," you said, your voice filled with a mixture of sadness and strength. "I trusted you, and you betrayed me."

With those final words, you turned away from him, leaving your shared home without uttering another syllable. Dean fell to the floor, his body wracked with sobs. The sound of his heart breaking echoed through the empty house.

Alone and defeated, Dean remained on his knees, the weight of his mistake crushing him. The house grew quiet, its silence a haunting reminder of the love he had lost. As his sobs filled the air, Dean realized the true cost of his actions.

He had let go of a love that was genuine and pure, tarnishing it with his indiscretions. And now, he was left with nothing but regret, as the realization of his irreparable mistake settled in his heart.

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imaslutforwritingshit · 8 months

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Okay so I’m team Jess but I’m forever in my heart in love with Tristan. Because what the fuck

#tristan dugray #rory gilmore #happy gilmore #gilmore girls #lorelai gilmore #emily gilmore #jess gilmore girls #jess mariano smut #smut imagine #fanficion #fanfiction

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not-with-you-but-of-you · 2 months

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“Rory?” Her own voice says, but she’s not the one speaking, he is. “Jess.” She growls, insanely angry instinctively, suddenly. It feels different than it usually does, and it has to be because of the body. Normally anger is a bit like heartburn, but this is all heart, hot, strong, searing. She gasps from the sensation. “What-?” Jess starts, then stops, slapping hands over face. “Wait, wait, wait”, he mumbles, “the headache, I fell asleep in my car-” his words are quick and sound like her. He goes quiet, stops breathing, removes the hands and widens the blue eyes in unmistakable recognition. She gapes, points at him, herself, jeez. “You did this!”

Imagine being stuck in the body of your ex, imagine your ex being stuck in your body.

A Form of Attraction ↳ A Literati body swap AU by @mrsmess

#literati fanfiction #fanfic rec #literati #jess mariano #rory gilmore #jess x rory #rory x jess #gilmore girls #literatiedit #jessmarianoedit #rorygilmoreedit #gilmoregirlsedit #my gifs #*#this fic is SO funny!#of course it’s not *just* that #but I particularly loved this aspect of it #I need everyone to read it and revel in its greatness

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shi-hall · 1 year

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“Suddenly all the love songs were about you.”

-A.M.A

Tristan Dugray x OC

#tristan dugray x reader #tristan #tristan dugray #gilmore girls #rory gilmore #lorelei gilmore #fanfiction #tristan x reader

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starstruckunknown-princess · 2 months

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Zinnia - Jess Mariano x Reader

Zinnia (Zinnia) - Everlasting friendship, sentimentality

Summary: Jess is back in Stars Hollow and meets the reader for coffee. It's like he never left.

Pairing: Jess Mariano x Reader

Word Count: 1573

Warnings: Post-YiTL, nicknames "killer" and "trouble", Rory had a daughter, slight Logan-bashing, unrequited feelings, long-term friendships, small town adorableness, fluff

Day 11 is incredibly fluffy, so I hope you've got something to wash it down! May I suggest a cup of coffee? Or several?

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While you and Jess hadn’t always been the best at keeping track of each other, you knew whenever the two of you got together you would pick up right where you left off, like no time at all had passed.

You waited at Weston’s Bakery, nibbling on your danish and sipping your coffee when the bell above the door rang. You turned and smiled at Jess, who skipped past the line to meet you for a hug.

“Hey, killer,” he said, squeezing extra tight for a second and making you laugh.

“Hey, trouble,” you responded, squeezing back. The two of you leaned back, taking one another in. Even though it had only been a few months since you last saw him, he’d gotten a haircut and grown out his stubble into a delectable beard. His dark eyes sparkled at you and you felt a blush rise in your cheeks.

“I’m gonna get coffee, you want anything?” he said, shucking off his coat and putting his laptop bag on the floor.

“A refill would be great,” you said, handing him your empty mug. He hooked it around his finger and nodded. While he walked away, you couldn’t help but watch how the fabric of his shirt shifted over his incredible torso.

He got in line and caught you staring, making you stare down at the remains of your danish. The door bell rang again and a little blonde girl ran in, followed shortly by her mother, Rory Gilmore.

The little girl clocked you sitting nearby and ran over, arms outstretched. “Book Lady!”

“Hey, Emily,” you said, accepting the girl’s hug. Since she was a baby, Rory had brought Emily in for your weekly storytime, and usually a few times a week. You’d even babysat on the rare occasion that Lorelai and Luke couldn’t. “How are you?”

Emily’s bright blue eyes lit up and she started talking about her school and what fun books she was reading. It didn’t escape your notice that Rory and Jess were engaged in their own conversation, which made your breath catch unconsciously.

As Jess’s only Stars Hollow High friend, you had witnessed his relationship with the brilliant Gilmore girl firsthand. You’d also been harboring your own crush on the rebellious Jess at the time, but he never seemed to notice. In college you’d moved on, had a few relationships, one even getting engagement-level-serious.

But old habits die hard, which you saw in how Jess and Rory interacted with each other. He said something that made her laugh and put a graceful hand on his arm. Your crush on Jess had never truly abated and if the tight feeling in your throat was any indication it was coming back full-force.

“Miss Book Lady? Did you hear me?” Emily asked and you turned your attention back to the girl.

“Sorry, Emily, what did you say?”

“I asked if you had any books on mummies! Mommy and Gramma and I watched the Mummy movie last night even though Papa Luke said it was too scary for me and now I wanna know more!”

You couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm. “I do have books on mummies, tell your mom to bring you by this week sometime and I’ll show you.”

“Thank you!” Emily said, dashing back to her mom. Jess had ordered and was heading back toward you with two steaming mugs, one he placed in front of you before snatching your danish and taking a large bite out of it.

“Hey! That’s mine!”

“I’ll get you another one,” he said with a devious smirk, brushing the crumbs off his fingers. “So how’ve you been?”

“Good! The book store is keeping me busy. I did get a reprimand from Taylor last month when I put up a display of true crime books.”

“Really? ”

“Yeah, he said I shouldn’t be encouraging the people of Stars Hollow to read about upsetting crimes lest they start committing them here.”

“Sounds like Taylor,” Jess smiled, taking a sip of his coffee. You opened your mouth to continue, but Emily’s voice and the bell ringing interrupted you.

“Bye Book Lady!” she shouted across the bakery, waving wildly as Rory tried to usher her out. You waved back.

“Emily seems fond of you,” Jess said.

You nodded, “Well with how often she and Rory are at the store it was kind of inevitable.” You took a large sip of coffee. “Anything…happen, there? With you two?”

Jess’s head dropped between his shoulders momentarily before he met your eyes from under his brow. “There might’ve been a thing, but that was…years ago. A quick relapse before Emily came along.”

“Since then?”

“Nah, not since then. I think we both realized our time had passed. And then she told me she was a few months pregnant and it was Logan’s, which was the final nail in the coffin.”

You hummed in agreement. You’d only met Logan a few times when he’d accomapnied Emily and Rory to story time, but he left a bad taste in your mouth. He was too slick, like everything just rolled off his back. Partnered with his air of superiority and the way he called your shop “little” and “charming” in a condescending tone, you could understand why Jess wanted no part in that situation.

“How about you?” he asked, leaning back in his chair with an air of faux-casualness.

“You mean have I ever hooked up with Rory? Far as I know, she’s straight, so no.” You joked, making Jess laugh.

“Not what I meant, but thanks for the visual. I meant do you have anyone special? Boyfriend, girlfriend, et cetera?”

“Not since Joe Mangianello got that restraining order.”

“So that’s a no?”

“Why the sudden interest in my love life or, more accurately, lack thereof?”

“I’ve got some news.”

“News that could impact my lack of love life?” You gasped theatrically, “Is Joe rescinding the restraining order?”

“I’m moving back to Stars Hollow.”

“Really?” You were delighted, to say the least. The idea of having Jess around all the time made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“Yeah, my mom and TJ could use the extra help now that Doula is a teenager and the jewelery store is taking off. So I used my last book advance to put a down payment on that little house over on Elm.”

This time, your gasp was quieter and much more genuine.

The little house on Elm was one that you’d always wanted. A small English-style cottage with large windows and stone accents on the exterior, along with a well-tended flower garden in the front yard. The inside was warm, an original working fireplace in the living room and original dark wood built-ins. You’d gotten to see the inside a few times when Mrs. Becker had invited you for tea, but she didn’t want to leave the house while she was still mobile so your hopes of one day buying it were dashed.

“I didn’t even know that house was on the market! What about Mrs. Becker?” You asked.

“I may have asked Taylor to let me know if that house ever went on sale in exchange for a donation to the Stars Hollow Historical Society. Mrs. Becker is moving into a senior community, so Taylor called me last week.” Jess confessed, his cheeks pinkening a bit.

“But, why would you want that house? You’re a freewheeling Philly literati type, not the settle-down-buy-a-house-in-a-small-town type.” You were confused by him buying a house in the town he claimed to hate, the town he left twice.

Your confusion only deepened when Jess reached across the table and took your hand in his, stroking his thumb along the ridge of your knuckles. His touch felt electric and yet, safe all at the same time. He ducked his head a little to catch your eyes with his.

“Remember when we would sneak out at night? Every time we passed that house you said it was the one you always wanted.”

“So you bought it out from under me? Scoundrel!” you accused jokingly, and he squeezed your fingers in his.

“No, but the last few years I started thinking about the people I could really count on, you know, the ones I knew would always be in my life and other than Luke and my family, the only person who came to mind was…you.”

His gaze was so earnest, so open and honest that it made your heart stutter in your chest. What was he saying?

“And since you and Luke and Liz, TJ, and Doula all live here, I figured it was time to come back. I can write from anywhere, and I’m sure Luke could use some help around the diner if I need the cash.”

“But, Jess-”

“And I think it’s about time I show the girl who would sneak out of her house with me in the middle of the night on a school night how I feel about her.”

“How you…what?” Your head was spinning. After all these years, had you both finally come full circle?

“I, uh, I want to give us a try. If that’s what you want, too, of course,” Jess said lowly, to not attract too much attention in the busy bakery.

You had to bite your lower lip to keep from beaming like a complete fool. Turning your wrist, you laced your fingers between Jess’s.

“Yeah, Jess, I’d really like that.”

#writing challenge #fanfiction #in bloom #fluff #gilmore girls #gilmore girls fanfiction #rory gilmore #jess mariano x reader #jess mariano #jess mariano x you

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kimberly-stocks · 5 months

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Once again, I've finished every literati fic there is, and I'm having withdrawals. I've been rereading my favorite ones, and I finished those too 😭😭😭😭 my fellow literati fans, can you please recommend me your favorite fics? Preferably with a happy ending. Or maybe something new that I missed. I need more Jess and Rory together 😭😭😭

#milo ventimiglia #gilmore girls #jess mariano #rory gilmore fanfiction #rory gilmore #jess x rory fanfiction #jess x rory #literati fanfiction #literati #rory/jess #gilmore girls fanfiction

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cvldbones · 21 days

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everything i know brings me back to us

Summary:

Rory does not think she has been in love with Jess Mariano for the last four years. But perhaps the love was just sitting there, dormant, waiting for her to awaken it again. Waiting for her to notice.

They send her to Philly, first, and it feels so cosmically aligned that she can’t help herself.

So, she calls him. He picks up, like she knew he would, and she asks him to get a drink with her, like he knew she would. He gives her the name of a bar he likes, tells her that he’ll meet her at seven, when he closes up the shop.

Now, sitting in a booth near the back, Rory has already forgotten the name of this place. It’s dimly-lit, with small sconces letting off a faint golden glow at each of the tables, and the murmuring of the other patrons has turned to a dull roar in her ears. Jess is drumming his fingers on the table in time to the Against Me! song playing, and she’s trying not to fixate on the motion.

She traces the rim of her beer, and she wonders if it’s supposed to still feel this way, after all this time. They dated for a few months when they were kids; he shouldn’t still be able to make her heart race, her mouth dry, her skin itch. But every time she’s seen him, since that last day on the bus, it’s been this way. Even when he showed up in Stars Hollow, and she was so angry at him she thought she would die of it. Even when she was with Logan, and even when she wasn’t with Logan, but wished she was.

Maybe loving him is just a disease she picked up along the way, and now he’s burrowed into her bloodstream.

Read the rest on AO3.

#jess x rory #literati #literati fic #literati fanfic #literati fanfiction #jess x rory fanfiction #gilmore girls #gilmore girls fic #mine #literally don't ask me where this came from because i don't know

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finnicks · 1 year

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( fic ) dare

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gilmore girls | rory/jess; gen; 154 words Jess proves to Rory that those pesky Gilmores have an opinion on just about everything.

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katereads · 5 days

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A Roman Holiday AU for Gilmore Girls where Rory really is a pretty princess who needs to get out of the cage she’s in and Jess Mariano is the writer who wants to use her for a scoop but accidentally falls in love.

#gilmore girls #jess mariano #fanfiction #fanfic #rory gilmore #someone else please write this #roman holiday

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leaawrites · 7 days

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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.

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

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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.

#logan huntzberger #logan huntzberger x reader #logan huntzberger x you #logan huntzberger imagine #gilmore girls #gilmore girls fic #gilmore girls x reader #gilmore girls fanfiction #rory gilmore #jess mariano

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a-aexotic · 3 months

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✫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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