#taylor doose

[asystolle]

Taylor Doose in GILMORE GIRLS 3.06 | Take the Deviled Eggs...

[andremichaux]

GILMORE GIRLS | 2.17

[wordsarelife]

—i can fix him (no really i can)

pairing: jess mariano x fem!doose!reader

summary: jess got into another fight and you're about to clean his wounds, but he has other plans, tired of always answering your questions

warnings: kissing, making out, sexual remarks, allusions to sex

note: this was so fun to write and my first jess mariano fic, so please be gentle guys!!

“you never fail to amaze me, jess mariano“ you huffed, arms crossed as your eyes fell on the boy sitting on the curb in front of the supermarket. shadows were casted over his cheeks and he looked less than happy to see you.

"it isn't what it looks like" he muttered, trying to avert his gaze, although that was kind of hard, considering the outfit you were wearing.

your brushed your skirt to the side, before you sat down beside him. "well, it looks like you got beaten up"

"you should see the other guy" jess chuckled.

you sighed, not amused by the joke, as you softly touched his cheek.

"ow!" jess pulled his head back, trying to free it from your hands, but you were relentless, turning his chin in all possible directions to get a good look at his injuries.

"we're gonna have to clean them if you don't want them to get infected"

"i don't care about that" jess shrugged and took out a cigarette from a pocket of his jacket.

"yeah, i know tough guy". you quickly snatched the cigarette from his mouth before he was able to light it. "but i do"

"what the fuck, y/n?" jess exclaimed annoyed.

you left his words unanswered as you stood up from the cold concrete and held a hand in his direction to help him up. "come on, now. we're not dating, because i care so little about you, are we?"

jess rolled his eyes, before he followed you, of course ignoring your helping hand in the process.

you laughed at his tough act as he sent you a dark look, not finding anything about this remotely funny. he knew that this was one of your usual tactics to get him to talk. you would act understanding and worried about his injuries before he would be caught in a room alone with you, with no way to escape, having to explain every little detail about the fight.

well, tonight he decided, you were going to be caught in a room with him.

a smug smile slipped onto jess' features as he followed you up the stairs. you turned around and pushed a finger against your mouth, before you took out your keys and unlocked the door.

"grandpa is sleeping" you muttered, opening the door wide enough for jess to walk through, but not wide enough to reach the creaking sound.

jess and you had met the year before at the supermarket, where you had watched him buy a ridiculous amount of industrial glue, while he was busy watching rory and dean talk.

you had guessed that he had been doing that to bother them and while rory was a friend of yours, you had to admit that it had been a little funny.

unbeknownst to you, jess had forgotten everything about rory, once his eyes fell on you behind the counter.

"are you working on the worlds longest scrapbook or are you just very passionate about glue?"

"huh?" jess had been so stunned by what you said that he lost his usual cool demeanor and found himself at a temporary loss for words. he couldn't remember a situation in which he had not been able to reply with a witty joke.

"want me to repeat that?" you asked amused as you pulled the last bottle of glue over the scanner.

"no-uh" he shook his head "i'm jess, luke's nephew"

"oh" you smiled, a sign of recognition in your eyes "that's you!"

"and you are?" he held the ten dollar note in your direction.

you took the money, taking out his change in the process. "i'm y/n, taylor doose's—"

you were interrupted when the aforementioned man stepped next to you, a frown on his face at the sight of jess. "i'm her grandfather" he finished for you. "and you're gonna stay far away from her, you hear me, mariano?" he pressed.

"grandpa!" you scolded and jess was surprised at the sudden shame that entered taylor doose's face. it seemed like he really gave a damn about your opinion, unlike he did with anyone else in this town.

"well, i'm gonna check on miss patty and her plums" taylor excused quickly and walked away, before you could question him further.

"please don't mind him" you told jess, amusement evident on your lips "i just got back and he's been a little on edge without me here"

"where have you been?" jess asked, intrigued to hear more about the mysterious and pretty girl in front of him.

"my dad's" you replied with an uneasy smile. he recognized the expression on your face, had he always worn it himself when someone had asked him about his parents.

he decided not to stir the pot any more. "well, i'll see you around, doose" jess said, took his glue and left you standing with only a faint goodbye from your lips.

jess' hands went to squeeze your waist, as you closed the door.

you were luckily able to suppress any sound at the sudden touch and you could jess' smirk in your neck.

"very funny, mariano" you whispered, freeing yourself from his grip and turning around to let him see the annoyed expression on your face.

his eyes glistened with happiness in the dark of the hallway, before his hand went behind your back, bringing you closer to him. "why don't we go to your room?" he whispered.

you had to admit that for a short, misguided, second the sweetness of his words was not far away from undermining you.

you shook your head, snapping out of whatever had gone through your head at his tempting suggestion. "nice try" you smiled sarcastically and jess sighed, letting go of you and following behind you to the bathroom.

jess was no stranger to your rejection, especially when your grandfather was home, but he was not finished trying to (respectfully) lead you into temptation.

"there are two options how we can do this" you spoke, your voice in a normal volume as soon as jess had closed the door.

before you could explain his options, he interrupted you, the smirk now basically right in your face when you turned up the light and looked at him. "want me to lock the door?"

"no" you dragged. "you know why? because we are not doing anything forbidden"

"forbidden, huh?" jess smiled "kinda like the sound of that"

"this is not a rom-com"

"oh no" jess shook his head, wearing a faked stoic expression "of course not. just two people doing non-forbidden things in the bathroom" he shrugged.

"it sounds wrong when you say it like that"

"what does it sound like?" he stepped closer to you, ready to touch your lips with his, as his eyes fell close, but you were quicker, swerving around him, before he was able to even touch you.

"nah-ah!" you scolded.

"what?" jess turned around, now crossing his arms like you had done earlier "i'm just trying to kiss my girlfriend"

"not happening" you shrugged. "so, as i was trying to tell you before: you have two options: first, the easy one: let me fix your face and we're done in no time"

"or?" he furrowed his brows, leaning against the wall.

"or" you repeated "the hard one" jess' smile got impossibly bigger and you rolled your eyes "ew, not like you think"

"fine" he sighed. "the easy one i guess, no need to tell me about your torture method"

"it's not a torture method, but thanks for thinking so poorly of me" you muttered, before you opened the drawer under the sink, taking out the first aid kink.

you climbed on top of the counter and motioned for jess to come closer and stand in between your legs.

"well, this is kind of suggestive, don't you think?" he pinched your waist. you just shook your head, taking his hand and laying it on top of your knee instead.

"keep your hands there, mister" you directed, before you grabbed a wet cotton pad and pushed up his chin, so you could gently take the unnecessary blood off his face. "for your own good, i hope that the other started throwing punches"

"of course" jess nodded, overly dutiful, before he hissed in pain as the cotton pad touched one of the scars on his nose.

"you should've thought about that before you got into an unnecessary fight, you know?" you commented, switching out the pad, before you continued cleaning the other side of his face.

"yeah, yeah" he averted his eyes, his gaze falling onto the hem of your skirt, his fingers were laying on top of. he softly raised the fabric, pushing his hands to rest on your bare thigh.

"jess" you sighed in a warning tone.

"what? it's itchy"

"it isn't" you rolled your eyes, but didn't discuss the topic further as you threw away the pad.

you tried reaching behind you to grab one of the plasters from the first aid kit, but jess was quicker, snatching the box away from you and holding it behind his back with one hand.

"wha—"

"give me a kiss first" he prompted, smirking.

"jess" you whined, not amused at his antics.

"just one kiss, come on babe"

you reluctantly nodded. jess stepped closer, taking your chin into his hand and pulling your face closer so your lips could meet his.

his lips were warm and firm against yours, his teasing grin fading as the kiss deepened. what was meant to be a quick peck quickly turned into something more. his hand, which had been holding the first aid kit out of reach, dropped it to the floor as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

you could feel the intensity growing between you two, the playful resistance dissolving into a surge of unexpected desire.

jess' other hand moved to the small of your back, guiding you even closer as the kiss became more urgent, more consuming.

when you finally broke apart, breathless and flushed, he looked at you with a glint in his eye. "was that so hard?" he teased, his voice a little huskier than before.

"oh, shut up" you muttered, flustered and lips swollen as a cause of the intensity of the kiss. you gently shoved his face back. "now pick up the first aid kit you dropped"

"yes, ma'am"

you shook your head, laughing to yourself as you watched him reach for the box on the ground behind him. it had clattered open, revealing it's contents to the ground beneath it.

he threw everything back in the box before he picked it up and came back to the counter to stand in front of you.

you took a few plasters, opening them up to stick them to the cuts on his face. "you look cute" you commented as soon as you were finished.

"i'm not cute" jess exclaimed with a stoic expression.

"you're always cute" you shrugged, now being the one to take his chin into your hands. "especially when you tell me who you fought—"

he didn't even let you finish the sentence, before he pushed his lips against yours once more. even tough it was a clear tactic to avoid your questioning, you didn't mind it this time (not that you did before, but you had to at least act like it) pulling him closer by the neck and deepening the kiss.

jess moaned into your mouth, and your lips broke into a smile. his hands were now inching closer up your thighs and a soft laugh broke from your lips when you had to catch your breath.

"let's go to your room" jess muttered, lips skipping over your neck.

"grandpa is home" you reminded.

"grandpa is asleep" he pointed out, brows moving up and down suggestively.

"jess" you giggled, as he grabbed your waist, setting you down on the floor and taking your hand to leave the bathroom, before even waiting for an answer.

well, you weren't open to any more protests then, as he took you up to your room. the only thought in your head was to stay quiet.

opposite to the rest of the night, the next morning was straight hellfire, as neither you or jess had taken the time to set an alarm.

so taylor doose entered your room without the slightest thought and watched in horror as a half-naked jess mariano climbed out of your bedroom window and fell rather awkwardly on the ground in front of it. probably right into your grandpa's rose bushes.

"i think i might be having a heart attack"

[stellaluna33]

If I had the time (I don't! But if I did!) I'd love to write a full parody of Poe's The Tell-Tale Heart from the perspective of Taylor Doose as he's been slowly driven mad from guilt over murdering Harry, the former Mayor of Stars Hollow, and hiding the body under the floor. He finally reaches his zenith of paranoia when some punk kid draws a fake murder scene chalk outline outside of his store, and the climax would be him yelling, "Tear up the floor tiles! Here! Here!" I just think it would be really great, haha.

[gilmoregirlsedits]

Gilmore Girls (2000 - 2007) s02e17 - Dead Uncles and Vegetables

[distantlydreamingofwater]

Green With Envy, My Favorite Color

Chapter Seven: Rory's Birthday Parties

Pairing: Tristin Dugray x Adelaide Gilmore, Jess Mariano x Adelaide Gilmore

Summary: Addy Gilmore never noticed how much her sister envied her. To Addy, Rory was the perfect child. The one who studied like it was as necessary as breathing. The golden child of Stars Hollow that everybody loved like their own. She never noticed the lingering frowns or the flicker of jealousy in her sister's eye. Not until Jess came to town.

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"Tomorrow our lawyer, Joseph Stanford, is coming by." Grandma stated, drawing out attention away from the food. I hummed quietly, not really focusing as I picked at my food. 

My birthday was coming up. 

Our birthday, and it was driving me crazy, as it did every year. 

"Yes. So, Rory, your grandfather and I thought it might be nice after dinner for you to go around the house and pick out what you'd like us to leave you in our wills." I inhaled sharply as I tuned back into the conversation.

"What?" I question, looking up sharply.

Grandma gave me a dry look of disappointment, "Honestly Adelaide, can't you pay attention?"

"Sorry." I murmur quietly, looking down, setting my fork down and folding my hands in my lap. Grandma kept talking as dessert was brought out but I couldn't hear anything over the buzzing in my ears. Not moving until dinner was over and she handed me a stack of blue sticky notes to go around the house marking what I wanted. 

I followed behind mom and Rory for awhile, putting sticky notes on the occasional painting or curio cabinet I found interesting. Things I thought my friends would like, or things I thought were beautiful. Eventually finding my way back to the sitting room where mom and Rory were debating a vase. 

"I'm.... I'm gonna go wait in the car. If... if that's okay with you." I murmured quietly, mom barely looking up before she waves me off, continuing to talk to Rory. Swallowing thickly, I nodded and made my way outside, climbing into the back of the car and curling up against the door, closing my eyes and letting out a deep breath.

"Happy Birthday," I heard a voice behind me say as hands covered my eyes. A smile broke out over my face and I turned around.

"Tristin. Thanks, but it's not my birthday yet." I said, looking up at him. "Wait, how did you...?"

He grins, pulling something out of his pocket and unfolds it dramatically, "'On Friday at 4:15 in the morning, Adelaide Chère Delilah-' You have three names?"

"Delicate darling noble," I answer, getting a confused puppy dog look again which makes my smile widen. "My name. Adelaide means noble or noble king. Chère is obviously darling or dear-"

"Or Cherry." Tristin points out, stepping closer as he tilts his head in the other direction, losing the confused puppy look in favor of confidence again. "Don't think I forgot your little promise. I expect you to tell me what you meant by that eventually."

"Anyway," I huff playfully, rolling my eyes as my smile brightens and I lean up against my locker. "Delilah means delicate. So 'delicate darling noble'. Of course my mom had no idea what it meant when she was naming me but, I like to think my dad did."

"I like it." Tristin says, reaching up to push some hair behind my ear, his eye flickering over my face. "It's... very you."

"Wait... did everyone get one?" I ask, my gaze flickering to the invitation once more. Oh, Rory would not be pleased if everyone in Chilton got one, or if even just everyone in our grade got one. 

His gaze shifted slightly, something I couldn't identify in his eyes before he nodded softly, "I don't know. Everyone in our class, I think. You don't mind do you?"

"I don't, but, Rory-"

"It's your birthday too. She doesn't get to dictate your life. You know that right?" He says, before I hear stomping and look up to see Rory rushing past us with a clearly angry look. She didn't even pause for a moment to yell at me for being near Tristin. 

"That's... I should go after her."

"I'll see you Friday, birthday girl." He murmurs after a moment, nodding and pulling back slightly so I could move past him to follow after her.

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The floor creaked as mom crept down the stairs, the way she did every year on our birthday the second the clock hit 4:03, my eyes fluttering open, drawing my attention. I didn't roll over. Didn't look at the stairs. Didn't move. 

"Happy birthday. little girl." Mom whispered, just loud enough for me to hear her. Downstairs. In Rory's room. 

She never came into my room on our birthday. By the time she was done talking to Rory, if she hadn't fallen asleep in her room, it was too late for it to have the same effect. Nearly 4:30 before she was done talking. Our birth time came and went. 

Wiping my eyes, I rolled over and buried my head into the pillow.

"Morning Luke." I exclaim, entering the diner and going straight to the back to hang up my backpack, pulling on my apron. Reaching for my time card, my nose wrinkled, realizing it was missing. "Luke! Do you know where my punch card wen-"

I stilled, seeing Luke standing there with a plate of strawberry shortcake in hand, a lighter in the other with a knowing smirk on his face.

"Happy birthday, Addy." 

"Luke... you didn't have to." I murmur quietly, pulling at the apron. I had a feeling he wasn't going to let me work on my birthday. He nods for the bar, and I giggle quietly, hanging up my apron once more and making my way over to the bar, climbing onto one of the stools in front of him.

He sets the plate down in front of me, reaching under the bar to pull out a candle and set it in the center of the shortcake and light it. He didn't sing. I didn't expect him too. But it was nice. To just celebrate, the two of us, before anyone else was in the diner. Before anyone else remembered it was my birthday and pushed me aside for Rory.

I wish Luke was my dad and I wish someone would see me.

Taking a deep breath, I blew out the candles, accepting the fork from Luke, "Eat up. I'll go get you some tea."

I nodded, digging into the strawberry shortcake with a small smile. 

"Hi grandma." Rory greeted as we entered the the house. I moved past her, heading into the bathroom to change into my dress for the party, knowing it wouldn't have mattered to Grandma if I had greeted her properly. 

Looking in the mirror, I adjusted my top, pulling the transparent straps taut so I wouldn't risk my dress falling. I could hear the door open and people begin to enter, glancing out the window to see cars pulling through the courtyard, dropping off people. 

I stayed upstairs in mom's bathroom for longer than I probably should have before creeping down the stairs. I hadn't meant to stay up there that long, but I had gotten lost in thought.

"Oh, coming to greet me?" I heard Tristin ask my sister as I crept down the stairs, stilling halfway down, watching him tease her. "So, where's my birthday kiss?"

"It's my birthday."

"So, I'll give you a birthday kiss." I snorted softly. He was doing this shit to antagonize her and it was always hilarious. At least I thought it was, but judging by the frown on Rory's face, she was getting close to boiling over. 

"What is wrong with you?" I crept down the stairs a little more, catching Tristin's eye, but he didn't acknowledge me, still teasing Rory.

"Ok, I gotta tell you something. I'm madly in love with you. I can't eat, I can't sleep...I wake up in the middle of the night calling your name. Rory, Rory!" My breath hitched slightly, something in my belly stirring. It was strange. I shouldn't have felt anything when he said that, he was just teasing Rory after all, but I couldn't help the flicker of disappointment that stirred in my belly when he said he was in love with Rory. 

It didn't matter of course. If he was in love with her. Everybody was. She was Rory after all. Everybody was always in love with Rory.

I blinked when Rory stormed away, Grandpa trailing after her in confusion, clearly having missed...whatever just happened. Tristin already climbing the stairs, just a few steps away from me, calling my name softly.

"Hey, birthday girl." He murmurs softly, stopping in front of me. 

"Hi." I whispered, barely audibly making him frown, reaching up to brush some hair out of my face.

"What's wrong, Cherry bomb?" He asks, wrapping a hand around my waist, pulling me closer and making me look up at him.

"It's nothing. It doesn't matter." 

He tilted his head, his gaze flickering over my face as his grip tightens, "It does matter, to you." He lets out a small breath before pulling me into his arms. My eyes fluttering closed as he lingers there for a moment before pulling away with that cocky smile once more. "I saw a balcony outside, let's go find it." 

Nodding softly, I let him pull me upstairs, missing Paris staring at us, a small smile spreading over her face as I held his hand, walking behind him. My eyes trailed his form as we climbed the stairs, moving through the halls, finding one of the guest bedroom. He looked back at me, grinning and pulled me into the room, pushing open the window and helping me through it. 

The balcony was small, intimate but overlooked the vastness of the Gilmore Manor grounds. The sky was clear, every star visible. The garden was beautiful. The roses almost glowed in the moonlight.

"It's so beautiful." I whispered quietly, wrapping my arms around myself as I stepped closer to the railing.

"Yeah, it is." He agreed behind me.

Letting out a soft breath, I laid my head against my hand, leaning against the railing to stare out at the garden, enjoying the stillness that was so different from the suffocating party downstairs. Despite how cold it was, being the beginning of October, it felt warm here, on the balcony. Maybe it was just me. Maybe it was because I was here with Tristin. Or maybe I was imagining it. But something felt freeing about being out here. 

"You're beautiful." 

"What?" My snapped up, not quite trusting my ears. 

He stepped closer, looming over me as I straightened up to look at him, "I said... you're beautiful."

"You don't mean that." A frustrated look flickered over his face as he rolled his jaw.

"Yes I do." 

He stepped closer, hands moving to rest on my hips, pulling me flush against his chest. Something flickered through his eyes, that same look that I couldn't identify earlier as his grip flexes and he leans down. My eyes fluttering closed as his cologne fills my nose and my breath hitches.

Warmth blossomed over my cheeks as his lips brushed my hairline, lingering there for a moment. One of his hands moving to my cheek, holding my face in place as we lingered for a breath or two before he pulled back, looking down at me. His fingers brushed my hair back, a weight falling on my throat.

"There... now my Chère has a cherry." He murmured, lifting the small white gold charm to eye level for me to see. My gaze flickering between the charm and his gaze. His lips turned upright slightly as he peered down at me. "Now, you owe me an explanation, Mary." 

[saltygilmores]

Danes Family Diaries. Jess Meets Taylor Doose.

Prev Vignettes:

Jess Gets A Name ~~Jess Is Two~~Luke Reaches Out ~~ Jess Meets Babette ~~ Jess Has Breakfast

Luke escorted Jess outside. It was a lovely Saturday in late spring, and the town was busy and humming with activity. It wasn't peak tourist season-that was usually in the fall, when the leaf peepers arrived in en masse- but they were beginning to slither into town as summer loomed ahead. "Today is an important day Jess. I'm going to teach you how to be a true Stars Hollowan. Think of yourself as a soldier. Your battlefield? Main Street. What's one of the most important rules of war? Know your enemy. That is Taylor Doose." Just A few paces later, Luke and Jess reached Doose's Market next door. The bell above the door jangled. Taylor was in an impassioned debate with a young girl who wanted to sell girl scout cookies in front of his store. "Mr Doose, my cookie sales won't siphon customers away from your store. You don't sell Thin Mints. Why would you not want the extra business?" "Young lady, I do not want anything being siphoned into or out of my store! I don't want a gaggle of sugar addicted zombies roaming my carefully arranged aisles, desperately looking for their next sweet fix that I cannot provide!" "Fine Mr. Doose, I will just ask my mom to drive me to the new Kmart in Hartford, and I'll sell my cookies there!" She turned heel and walked out the door past Luke and Jess. Luke could read Taylor like a book, and he knew nothing pissed him off more than hearing about people shopping anywhere but in his precious Stars Hollow. Especially a big box department store. This kid already knows how to push Taylor's buttons. She's going places, Luke chuckled. "And what do you find so amusing about all of this, Lucas?" Taylor huffed. "That new Kmart is going to run you out of town Taylor." "Well, I'd like to see The Kmart provide the exceptional quality and customer service that I provide here at Doose's Market, and..." He looked down and realized Luke had a child in tow. "What is that?" Taylor looked aghast. He reached for a broom, intending to shoo this small child out of his place of business like he was a stray cat. "I'm Jess," he said quietly, looking slightly terrified. "He's Liz's kid, I'm babysitting today... Do you really need to get the broom out Taylor? He's just a baby. He's not a hooligan. Or whatever you're calling "The Kids" these days." "All little boys grow up to be hooligans who loiter in my store and cause unending chaos!" "Taylor, no teenagers have ever come into your damn supermarket to bother you. They all leave town and go to Hartford. I never hung out here. Although back in 10th grade, me and my pal Rich were bored one night and we decided to toilet paper your house." Taylor's eyes narrowed. "That was YOU?" Taylor gasped. Jess giggled. "Oh, you should have seen it Jess. Taylor was so mad! He came out in his underwear screaming at us, but we ran away and he never caught us! There was toilet paper everywhere! It took him hours to collect it all! He was on his roof picking up toilet paper!" Soon Jess and Luke were both laughing hysterically. "Young man, your uncle never laughs," Taylor huffed at Jess, "Except now, and of course it's at my expense!" "Toilet paper! Toilet paper!" Jess repeated over peals of laughter. Taylor grimaced and went to grab his broom again. "Do not steal anything!" He shouted after them as Luke escorted Jess down an aisle. "Let me teach you another important life lesson Jess. Well, two of them. One. It's okay to steal food from a store if you need to feed your family. Two. It's okay to steal from a store if the shopkeeper is a jerkass like Taylor Doose. And here's another thing. We all think Taylor cheats on his taxes. He has a home on Cape Cod he shouldn't able to afford." "I HEARD THAT." Taylor yelled over the shelves. "Doesn't exactly sound like you're denying it," Luke shouted back. What do little kids eat? Mac and Cheese? Grilled cheese? Something with cheese? Chicken nuggets? I'm not going to feed him food from a box. My wallet's a little thin right now. I didn't realize I'd be taking a crash course in child nutrition and psychology today.

[jax-winchester]

The Gilmore Girls biggest fault is ruining already established great characters. Very long ramble and its just my opinion. Please read and tell me your thoughts but be nice!

Dean

Dean was a great character in the beginning! He was a dreamy, slightly mysterious, new kid from Chicago who worked on cars. His initial attraction to Rory is because of how intently she reads, Lane says he is thrilled when he hears Rory has been accepted to the prestigious private school Chilton. Then the writers dumb him down, Rory’s love of books bores him, he doesn’t care about her pursuit of an Ivy League education, he cheats on his wife with Rory.

Jess

Now I do really like Jess but his character was basically just an edgier version of Deans original character. Dreamy new boy from New York, mysterious, and he also notices how much Rory likes to read, but he likes reading too. However, to set them apart Jess has an attitude and is mischievous. Jess makes it known he has a thing for Rory pretty much since he’s introduced (Like Dean). It makes Jess look like a jerk. Since he’s literally encouraging Rory to leave her boyfriend for him. Then they do get into a relationship! Jess’s attitude just grows and grows. Some of his actions towards Rory are inexcusable. Then ✨poof✨ he just disappears. Jess was a complex character with a bad past, the show really could have leaned into that. We could have seen more character growth. But nope! (Also side note I think Jess and Paris would have been a great couple)

Marty

Marty was a funny new guy Rory meets at college. We first see him when He and Rory show up extra early to their first class (showing one of their similarities). Then, his first introduction is Rory finding him butt naked in front of her dorm. (My personal favorite introduction). He also has a slightly similar financial situation as Rory. While yes Rory’s grandparents have money Rory doesn’t. What money she gets from Emily and Richard comes with strings. Marty is always working odd jobs to help put him through school. He isn’t a trust fund kid and while I think Rory has a trust fund. She does know what its like not to have money. Lets not forget Lorelai and Rory lived in a shed! (But yeah Rory is pretty spoiled by the end) They have similar sense of humors and they like the same movies! He was really sweet (also cute) and he was a perfect new friend for Rory. But Noooo, he just had to have feelings for her. Then, he disappears for like 3? seasons and pops up like 2 more times.

Paris

Paris was a highly competitive, extremely smart, and witty student. (Also slightly a bitch but love her though). Paris and Rory pushed each other to do better in their classes. We find out though Paris is more than just a strong student. She has home life issues and struggles with self esteem. She also has had a long time crush on cute classmate Tristian. There is some focus on Paris’s issues with self-esteem especially when she meets Jamie and she mentions her bad home life. But, her home life is treated more or less as an ongoing joke. I think Paris’s issues should have been taken more seriously. Especially when she goes to Yale after her breakdown when she isn’t accepted into Harvard. But, when Paris goes to Yale she’s basically just a joke. Her issues are solved by her obsession with arts and crafts? She still has anger issues and takes control over things. Like the newspaper and then CHEATS on her great boyfriend Jamie. I don’t have anything really against Doyle. Im just not a fan of how they did Paris’s character.

Lane

Its pretty universally agreed that Lane was done wrong. Lane was a great kid! The show really could have done so much more with Lane’s religious trauma. Also, with the fact Lane gets kicked out. Not to mention the Dave situation. AMAZING boyfriend Dave. I get it the actor left to star in The OC but Zach? Why not add a new member to the band? Create a nice new character, maybe a member of a different band thats playing at the same placed they are. But Nope! She marries Zach, has an awful experience with sex, then gets pregnant with twins. Zach slept around plenty before Lane, you’d think he would be better with birth control. 🤷🏻‍♀️

That’s enough rambling for now.