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Grind. PT 2 (A Harry Styles Blurb)

If you haven’t read the first part, I suggest doing that before reading this one. Find it on here.

Happy reading, L xx

“Go on, gorgeous, cum for me, please.”

Harry cries out, squeezing his eyes shut. He’s so close. His muscles are burning under his skin and his breaths become heavier and hotter against you. His raspberry lips fall agape as his orgasm starts at the tip of his toes and travels through his entire body, but settles where his cum steadily starts to spurt from his matching sensitive raspberry tip. It’s weak little spurts at first, before it really hits him, making his thighs tremble and him nuzzle himself against your dripping wet core to try and cancel out his moans, but for nothing.

“Come here, baby.” you tell Harry, but he just looks up to you for a while, his lashes fluttering and brows together. You motion him towards you and he powerlessly slumps over your body and wraps his arms around your torso. His skin feels hot and sticky from sweat as he presses himself on you, still whimpering as he hides his face in your neck. 

“You did so well for me..” you coo at him, lightly scratching down his back, doing little circles on his skin. You kiss his shoulder ever so lovingly and he lifts his head up to look at you, eyes half-lidded and his hair over his face in a tangled up mess.

“Did.. did yeh-” Harry starts off, swallowing loudly, “Did yeh cum?” he asks uncertainly, his mind all dizzy and unable to put anything together. You shake your head at him with a smile and tuck a curl behind his ear. “No, but I-”

Harry cuts you off breathlessly, “Need to.. need to make yeh cum.”

“No, Harry you really don’t have to.”

“Shh, let me.”

First sinking down your body, kissing every piece of your soft skin he can, wrapping his lips around your nipple and sucking eagerly, Harry settles his head right between your thighs, puts your legs resting on his shoulders and licks a bold stripe down your core, tracing his tongue on your slick folds. Your hand rests at the back of his neck, keeping him still and close to you. He flats out his tongue on your clit and starts to add pressure as his eyes are locked with yours, his ones getting back at the pretty emerald green they always are, but yours just keep getting darker.

All of a sudden, he starts to flick his tongue quickly, making your body jolt and your breath hitch. Back arching, you push yourself more against his mouth and grind your hips along him, “Fuck, just like that.” and bite your lip between your teeth. The burning tension that you lost a few minutes ago is now back, lingering in your lower tummy, wanting to be released. Harry hums against you as he softly suckles on your clit, loving the sweet taste. 

“Let’s ge’ this fuckin’ off.” he curses under his breath as he takes your leg off of his shoulder, letting it fall down on his side. Sliding in a finger, knuckle deep so you can feel the coldness of his rings he left on for the night, too lazy to take them off. You let out a choked up whimper and Harry can feel you clenching around him. He slides his finger out, leaving you begging for the warmth of him, adds another finger, and curls them up, as his lips get to your clit again, but now, you’re more sensitive than ever.

“C’mon, now yeh cum fo’ m’, angel.” Harry mumbles and you can feel yourself sinking into the mattress, your breaths getting more frequent and shallow. Your shaky hands creep into his hair, and then it hits you. You go completely silent for a moment, hastily trying to get some air in your lungs. The hitting pleasure fills you up, getting into every little crevice of your body. Harry puts his thumb on your clit and starts to do quick circles, as you’re still so sensitive and over the moon from your orgasm. Your whole body jolts and your legs start shaking around his head, almost squeezing him.

“You fucking bi-” 

“Cut it, love. Or how do yeh say, huh?” 

Fair Game - Smut

Originally posted by dylanholyhellobrien

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stuart Twombly/Reader
Words: 4,833
AN: FINALLY! In celebration of the end of Stuart week, here’s my contribution! Thanks to Kenz and Hay for putting this on, it’s been fun writing about my favorite nerd. @rememberstilinski @sarcasticallystilinski 

You settled in front of the makeup mirror in the back room of the club, opening up your bag and rummaging around for your eyeliner. You smiled at the girl next to you, turning back and fixing your cat eye, puckering your lips as you applied your lipstick.

You’d only been working at this strip club for a few weeks, the money more than enough to help you pay your student loans and bills. You hadn’t told anyone what you’d been doing for work, and it wasn’t because you were ashamed. You knew that people wouldn’t understand, or think you were some kind of slut or something.

Your biggest fear was running into someone you knew, and although you grew up and went to high school far away, everyone came to LA at some point, so it wasn’t far fetched that you might give a lap dance to someone who was in your junior year chemistry class. The last thing you needed was for someone that you knew outside of the place to judge you.

So what were the odds of you being assigned a customer who was exactly that? Stuart Twombly was peering up at you, slightly dazed as his black rimmed glasses sat skewed on his face, a beer clutched tightly in his fist. His brown eyes lit up in recognition, and you shook your head slightly to stop him when he opened his mouth.

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Our anthem

How would BTS react if thier s/o (also an Idol) wrote a song a bout them (everyone knows that it is about them) and their s/o would perform this song at an award show?

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Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Joonie would be really touched by the fact that you chose a song you’ve written meant for you and him to a whole crowd of people, and at an award show! like he’d seriously be a proud and happy boyfriend. As you sang you’re heart out to the song about you and him he becomes all shy but would have the biggest grin on his face while he watched you perform. Once the song was over there is a small break so he rushes backstage to see you. “Baby you did amazing!” he embraces you in a great bear hug. “You really liked my performance?” you look up at him smiling. “All of it,” “that’s good this song is already special but I wanted to make it memorable for you.” You nuzzle your head onto his chest hugging him a bit tighter. He can’t help but smile and kisses the top of your head. “I love you y/n.”


Originally posted by myloveseokjin

When he sees you on stage and hears the familiar tune he would be a little caught off guard and laugh away his shyness. But as you began to sing the song jin would stare up at you with so much love and sing along with you. After you’re performance he heads over backstage to tell you how well you did and how it surprised him a bit. “Y/n I can’t believe you sang our song,” he hugs you. “Was it too much, I just wanted to sing it for you and I thou-” he cuts you off by capturing your lips with his in a quick kiss. “You did great and I loved every minute of it.” You blush and hid your face a little “You liked it that much?” “How could I not it’s our song y/n you made my heart jump and every thing!” You laugh at his reaction and kiss him again. “I’m happy you enjoyed it.”


Originally posted by daeguboy

Personally I don’t think yoongi would be able to hide that gummy smiles of his because he’d be so freaking flustered the moment the music began to play and realizing it was the song you wrote about your relationship. Like he tries to be chill about but he can’t because he’s kinda low-key fanboying over you. He would see the way you poured your heart into singing the song and how much passion you were showing in front of the crowd would make him all giddy inside and he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. When your stage was over he sneaks away to find you. “Interesting choice of song babe,” “Did I surprise you?” you grinned at your boyfriend and gave him a playful hit to the arm. “maybe a little, but you did great up there?” he puts his arms around you and pulls you closer to him. “A little?” you raised a brow. “Look I really liked that you decided to sing it ok, you can tease me later about it just let me hug you.”


Originally posted by joeguk

Hobi gets emotional at certain times and this would probably be one of those times. The fact that you’re singing your guy’s song at this time in front of all these people, with him there would take him over the flipping moon. He would smile and sing along and then at some point just cry a little because his heart just hurts from all the love he’s feeling. When you finish he wastes no time to get to you and hugs you like it’s his last day on earth. “Hobi did you cry?” you held his face in your hands and tried not to laugh. “Psh no,” he sniffles a bit. “I had something in my eye,” “both your eyes?” Hoseok smiles widely and kisses  the top of you’re head. “Don’t judge me I was bound to with you singing our song.”


Originally posted by jitaeme

First things first, he would have the biggest smile the second you came up on stage. He claps and cheers along the crowd and the other boys to just feeling so proud to see you up there. Although he’s already seen you perform multiple times. And the second he hears the beginning of the song he’d instantly become shy and hide his face a bit as the members teased him a bit. He’ll see you singing to him and just kinda wave at you not really knowing what to do with himself. “Y/n!” you turn to see him calling you over to him. “So our song huh?” he smiles shyly.  “Yep I thought It was the perfect time to sing it,” ‘’Ah, good thing too now everyone knows how much you love me,” he smirks and slings his arm around you. “But they already knew mi-” “shh I know I’m just happy. let me have this moment.”


Originally posted by beui

Tae would be a happy puppy singing along with you with just as much passion as you showed on stage. He’d be cheering for you and sometimes look at the crown behind him to point at you like yeah that’s my girl up there. Tae would have that boxy grin that you love so much plastered onto his face the whole entire time and even after when he went to go see you. “JAGI, Y/N,” he was basically speed walking to you. “Hi tae,” you kissed his cheek. “I saw you down there you were really excited,” you laughed. “Of course I was you sang my favorite song,” he did some cute little dance while singing a line or two from the song. “So it’s your favorite song?” “Well why wouldn’t be?”


Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

You walk on stage, the crowd is cheering and with jungkook as well. The music starts and he freezes mid clap because he’s like wait a hot second. He’ll listen for a moment hearing you sing and trying to comprehend what your saying before he realizes and is like oh wait it’s our song. He’ll become shy because one, your up there singing to him, and two, his hyungs would tease him a bit but would think it’s really freaking cute. “Kookie did you like my performance?” you look up at him and smile waiting for his response. “Yeah I really liked it,” he chews his lip a little “I was a little surprised though I didn’t think you were going to sing it.” he laughs a little. “Thank you?”  “For what?” he shrugs his shoulders a  bit. “For singing it, I don’t know what else to say,” he chuckles nervously. “You’re happy, and you love me?” “Yes, very much.”

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Fandom: Tales of Xillia 2
Rating:  General
Words:  1147
Tags: Angst and major character death
Characters: Ludger Will Kresnik and Elle mel marta
Summary:  ‘But despite your kind yet strong words, your eyes reflected the opposite.’
Links: AO3

a bit late but this is my fic for @talesofzine which is currently on hiatus

Teen Titans vol. 3, issue #34, p. 5

I’ve seen this scan around before, but I feel like I’ve never seen Raven finishing her train of thought, so I was always curious what Beast Boy meant here.

After finding it myself, the panel where Cyborg is about to short out, we actually catch her admitting her feelings to him. 

I love this scene, not just because it’s romantic and has a confession, but because of the way Gar lets Raven know his feelings for her.

It’s subtle. There’s no pressure, no force. All he does is ask her to use her empathic abilities to feel what he’s feeling - no doubt, love - and lets her guide the conversation. 

Raven chose to confess, in a way that she can without having to openly admit to her feelings; something she obviously struggles with. Gar knows this, and lets her come to it on her OWN terms. 

That’s important, I think, for both their characters, and shows why I think these two are compatible. Gar doesn’t push, and Raven doesn’t feel pressured. It’s organic and happens naturally, and that’s the best way to pursue a romance with someone as complex as Raven. 

Shut-up I know they break up like one issue later during the 1 year time skip shh let me have this. 

anonymous asked:

For Happyasus, Obi-wan finally giving birth!

“Qui-Gon…Qui-Gon wake up.” Obi-Wan shakes at his mate, frowning heavily before sighing. “Qui-Gon for Force sake…”

The other Jedi grumbles and shifts against the sheets. “Five more minutes…”

“I don’t have five more minuets Qui-Gon.” Obi-Wan huffed in frustration and then winced as a telling wetness spread between his thighs and soaked into the sheets below him, pain lacing his spine and hips. “…Qui-Gon I’m going into labor.”

“Mmmn, that’s nice dear.” The long haired master mumbled.

There was a second where only Obi-Wan’s hitched breathing filled the air.

And then Qui-Gon promptly sat up. “You’re going into LABOR!?”

“Finally he gets it.” Obi-Wan mumbled, shuffling to the edge of the bed and struggling to his feet with one hand on the nightstand. Qui-Gon took that moment to tangle himself further into slightly wet blankets and fall of the bed on the other side, panic filling the Force.

The other man meanwhile quietly shuffled towards the door and opening it. “Please bring my pad, I’d like to have something to rea-”

“You’re going into labor!?” Qui-Gon squeaked, finally getting loose and getting up, grabbing Obi-Wan’s robe to throw it around the other mans shoulders.

“Yes and please keep calm, and quiet down, Anakin is still slee-”

“No I’m not anymore. You going into labor Obi-Wan?” Anakin blinked, moving out of his bedroom while pulling on his own robe. “Need help walking?” He questioned.

“No, no I’m good, try to get your fool master and my mate to calm down though?” Obi-Wan waddled towards the doors before stopping. “Oh, my robe.”

Qui-Gon caught up to his omega and slipped the robe around the others shoulders, making a loud noise in his throat. “How are you so calm!?”

Obi-Wan blinked up at him. “Qui-Gon, I’m in the temple, with healers.” He smiled. “I’ve been preparing for this moment for weeks, months even.” He chuckled.

Shrugging a bit, Anakin picked up a pad from the coffee table. “Mom was a midwife for a lot of omegas back on Tatooine, I saw my fair share of labors and even helped. Obi-Wan’s in a much better place then they were.”

Obi-Wan smiled at Anakin before making a low noise as Qui-Gon picked him up. “Hey, I can walk…”

“I’d rather you not stagger and waddle all the way to the Halls. I hardly think you want people to see you waddle that way either.” Qui-Gon got out, carrying of to the door and out.


“She wont disappear if you stop staring at her.”

“Shh, precious moments Anakin, let me have this.” Qui-Gon whispered, hands resting on the edge of the crib and his chin on his hands, staring at the baby.

His baby.

His and Obi-Wan’s.

She was small and pink and had tufts of dark hair that looked like Qui-Gon’s when it wasn’t salt and peppered and a tiny button nose.

“…Hello little one.” He whispered. “Welcome to the galaxy sweet one.”

From the medibed, Obi-Wan smiled drowsily at his crooning mate. ‘What a sweet, silly man you are…’

“Did you do this? To my nakama?”

I love Luffy, sunshine child of my heart, with his smiles and laughter, and trust and his love for people, his capability to offer second chances and reach out to those who need it. But I also love Luffy, who can snap at the sight of his nakama in pain, who fuels anger with love, whose arms that grab and protect become forceful blows that rain fury down on whoever dare hurt his family. I love Luffy. 

tldr: when the sunshine child stops smiling, you know you’re fucked

The Crush (Raulson).

A/N: This AMAZING prompt was sent by an even more amazing anon! Love, I really really hope it went out good enough for you to like it <3 I had a terrible writer’s block and took WAY too long than I planned to post it, and I apologize sincerly. ALSO, I just want to make three things clear before you guys start reading it: 

1- I don’t intend, in ANY WAY, to hurt anyone with this story; This is a TOTALLY fictional work; I just used real people because that’s what AU’s are all about.

2- I love Hamish and Lily, as well as I love Sarah and Holland; Again I want to make clear that I don’t, IN ANY WAY, want to hurt anyone and I just want you guys to know I support Lily and Sarah on whoever they want to date, I want them to be happy since that’s the most important thing ever; This work is FICTIONAL.

3- I know you can find someone hot and not be defined by that; This plot on the story is only to be a funny thing, like friends mocking themselves on a NOT hatefull way. 

Okay, I think that’s it <3 Enjoy guyyys xoxo

It was the usual warm Sunday night in L.A. and, since the shootings for the next season of American Horror Story were starting on Monday, Sarah was more than happy to share her apartment with her best friend. Both women were sitting on the couch, watching some random TV show and catching up on one another;

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The Way I See You// Michael Clifford Smut Imagine

Warning: smut and insecure Michael
Rating: at least pg13
Word count:1147
So this is like fluff and also smut so just enjoy
Written by: S

Your fingers tapped across your keyboard as you finished up yet another almost perfect essay. This weeks writing assignment for your creative writing class was ‘write about something you appreciate’. Michael, your boyfriend of six years, didn’t know it yet, but you’d chosen to write about him.
“Whatcha writing babe?” he asked from the opposite side of the couch. You’d lived together since you’d started college together two years ago and you couldn’t be happier.
“Just another essay. Wanna read it?” you offered, looking up into his sharp green eyes.
“Of course love, you know I love reading your papers.” Even though Michael wasn’t an English major like you, there was never a time when he didn’t want to read anything and everything you wrote.
As his eyes began to flick across the words, a small smile grew on his face. ‘No one has ever made me felt more loved’ and ‘he is the perfect person…my person’ reflected from the screen and he took them in. When he stopped, though, he looked up with a different reaction than normal. His smile dropped and he stared back at you with almost a look of concern.
“What’s wrong Mikey?” you asked, wondering what could’ve changed so fast.
“You just….you write about me like I’m this….amazing guy all….perfect and I’m….. Y/N I’m not…..” he trailed off, his words breaking your heart a little as you’d heard them before but every time he spoke of himself like this it hurt you to know that he thought like that.
“Michael, Michael look at me,” you said softly, crawling over to sit between his legs, convincing him too stare back into your eyes, his now full of tears. “Baby I write like this because it’s all true. There’s no one on earth more perfect or amazing than you in my eyes. You are what I’m most grateful for in life.”
The two of you stayed for a few moments, eyes locked, your hands holding his face, before he leaned in and pressed your foreheads together and let out a choked sob. You felt the tears trail down his face and into your fingers and began to wipe them away.
“I just don’t see how anyone can see me like that,” he whispered, giving you a few ideas. “Baby look at me,” you said again, causing him to open his eyes. “What do you see when you look at me?” you asked.
“I see the most amazing, beautiful girl in the world. The person who I know will always be mine, be there for me, be the best part of my life,” he said, earning a small smile from you.
“See? That’s exactly what I think when I see you Mikey,” you told him, trying to convince him. “But-” he began.
“No, no buts,” you cut him off. “If you can’t see what I see, then I want to make you feel my love,” you said, your tone dropping slightly but still staying soft. You leaned in to kiss him, a slow, soft kiss but still full of all the passion in the world. Your hands trailed down his chest and tucked underneath his tank, rubbing circles on his chest. You began to trail kisses down his neck and onto his collar bones, sucking and nipping softly at the skin. Tugging at the hem of his shirt, you gently pulled it off and over his head, yours following suit.
“Baby you don’t have to…..” Michael started. “Shh, Mikey, let me take care of you,” you cooed, running your hands along his sides while you pressed more kisses below his ear, causing him to hum softly. Your hands found his hip bones and your fingers began to trail lightly across them, back and forth, soothing the skin.
Eventually, you began to work on his jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them off of him, along with his boxers, while you kissed his perfect lips, this time more hungrily but still soft and loving.
“Such a pretty cock baby,” you whispered, taking it into your hands and stroking it, earning a groan from the back of his throat. You circled your thumb around the tip and pumped his length. Trailing kisses down his chest, you got to the little trail of hair that started at his navel and began to pet over the soft hair with your thumb, kissing the milky white skin around it until you reached his his hard cock again and placed a kiss on the tip.
“So beautiful,” you hummed, mostly to yourself as you looked up at his face, scrunched up as you continued to stroke him, eliciting sweet moans from him.
You took him in your mouth and began to swirl your tongue around his member, causing him to release the most beautiful sound. As you continued to bob your head, he looked down at you, still letting soft grunts and whines fall from his lips. Pulling his out of your mouth, you crawl back to his body to kiss him, working off your lounge shorts as you do so.
“You ready baby?” you ask him as you line him up with your entrance. He nods in response, not being able to form words.
“I love you so much,” you say, kissing his forehead as you sink down on to him, pulling moans from the both of you. You begin to slowly rock onto him, lifting your hips and settling them back down again. As you do, your hand finds his and you lock them together, staring into his eyes for the millionth time tonight. The room is silent other than the sounds of your skin meeting and the occasional whine or moan from either of you, and nothing could be more perfect. You started down at the man you loved most in the world, and he stared back at you, both of you taking in the beauty of this moment.
“Baby I hate to screw up your vibes here but I, mmhh, I need a little more,” he said, causing you to pick up your pace and bounce a little harder, driving him insane. Both of you no longer caring about the noise and letting out groans and swears and mixed “I love you"s. You felt him twitch inside you, and you were close but you wanted him to get there first. As you picked up your pace, you began to nibble on his sweet spot just below his ear and clenched around him, sending him over the edge and setting off your high.
After you’d both come down, you laid on his chest, still peppering him with kisses.
“Do you see now how perfect you are to me?” I ask softly, peering up at him.
“I don’t know how I ever got so lucky to have a girl like you.” he replied softly.

traveling-riverside-dean  asked:

destiel, sick dog, worried pet owner

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“Just a second, Cas.”

“No, you have to come now! Come quick, please!”

“Cas?” Dean rounds the corner into their kitchen, socked feet skidding on the tiled floor, to see his husband standing, teary-eyed, in the middle of the room with an enormous ball of fluff in his arms. “What’s the matter?”

“It’s Kevin,” Cas sniffles, holding his dog closer to his chest and letting a single silvery tear slide down his cheek to disappear into the thick mass of fur. “I think he’s sick. He’s really hot, he doesn’t want to go for a walk, he won’t take any treats…”

“Shh, it’s OK, baby. Let me have a look at him.”

Dean is at Cas’ side in an instant, scratching Kevin between his ears and listening to him let out a rather pitiful whine. He isn’t a fan of the fluffy mongrel, but when Cas had brought him home from the shelter with bright eyes and a huge, loving grin plastered across his face, Dean didn’t have the heart to say no. ‘Two weeks, Cas, we will foster him for two weeks and that’s it. No more.’ That was three years ago, and Kevin has had the most pampered life Dean can imagine any dog having. Cas pampers him, feeding him the most expensive organic food he can find, and Dean frequently grumbles that the damn dog eats better than they do. The house is littered with squashy dog beds in every room, and Dean is constantly trips over tennis balls or squeaking sausages. Every time he moans to Cas, his husband just makes remarkably Kevin-like puppy dog eyes, and Dean’s heart melts. The damn dog makes his husband happy, and Dean lives for seeing Cas happy. He’s kinda cute, Dean supposes, with floppy dark fur and wide chocolatey eyes. He can see why Cas adores him. Kinda.

“Let me call Sammy, see what he says. He might come over and look at him.”

“OK.” Cas sniffles pathetically and hugs Kevin closer, letting the mutt rub his wet nose against his cheek. Dean kisses his forehead and dials the number for his brother’s veterinary clinic.

An hour later, Kevin is wagging his tail and rolling on his back for a belly rub, and Sam is putting away his stethoscope and smiling at Cas.

“He’s just fine, just a little under the weather. Give him lots of love tonight,” Sam clears his throat at Dean’s eye roll. “And keep an eye on him.” Sam scratches Kevin’s flank and the dog yaps happily, nosing at Cas’ hand and trying to climb onto his lap.

“Thanks, Sam. You’re the best.”

“I thought I was the best,” Dean wraps his arms around his husband’s waist as the door shuts behind Sam, nosing at Cas’ nape and smirking at the little mewl he gets in return.

“You are. You knew just what to do to calm me down. Thanks, Dean.” Cas twists around for a kiss then disentangles himself, and Dean pouts. “But right now, I’m going to cuddle with Kevin. You heard Sam - he needs some extra love.”

“He’s not sleeping in our room tonight, that’s for sure!” Dean hollers after Cas, and the amused ‘all right then’ that he receives in return makes him slap his forehead with his palm and look forward to a night of listening to the damn dog snore to his heart’s content.

sleeplessbutdreaming  asked:

Favorite Rory/Logan scenes/episodes?! And if you had to pick, do you like Logan most in S5, S6 or S7?

I would say I like Logan the most in s7, just because I think it’s the most interesting arc for him and the time when he gets to show both highs and lows, and has a lot of growth.

A random list of Rory/Logan parts I love, off the top of my head:

  • Like everything in “You Jump, I Jump Jack”
  • When he pretends to be her boyfriend at the Covert Husband Hunting Party that Richard and Emily throw
  • “Excuse me, did you just smell that book?”
  • “Butt-faced miscreant??”
  • Their dance at Richard and Emily’s vow renewal
  • When they agree to go steady and Logan’s so earnestly excited about being a boyfriend
  • When they’re both dumb and it’s a good thing they found each other. :’)
  • “You’re making me feel cheap, Ace!”
  • When Rory tells Logan she loves him and Logan explains why he doesn’t say it back. I think that scene exists as a really lovely contrast to The Dean Incident at the end of season 1.
  • Just like everything in “21 Is The Loneliest Number”, bless them.
  • When Logan helps to save the paper in “Friday Night’s All Right For Fighting”
  • When he leaves for work and then comes back in to kiss Rory and tell her she’ll be incredible at her … Princeton debate thingie? Whatever that was? The point is, I am not above being enchanted by the ol’ “oh wait, I forgot something! – TO KISS YOU!” move. (Which Barney and Robin also executed beautifully on HIMYM.)
  • When they are reading the paper together like a couple o’ old marrieds in A Vineyard Valentine.
  • The goodbye scene in Partings. The feeeeeeeeeels!
  • When Logan surprises her on the roof in s7 and there are fairylights everywhere and Rory’s so happy and it’s adorable!
  • “Work dork!” / “Work dork lover!”
  • The scene where they talk about Rory having a crush on the TA and it’s just such a lovely and mature conversation. Like, can you imagine her being in that same situation with frickin’ Dean???
  • The scene where Logan calls Rory out on acting like she’s not part of the world of privilege around them – that was a really interesting conflict.
  • Literally everything in “I’d Rather Be In Philadelphia.”
  • Literally everything in “Hay Bale Maze.”
  • Disclaimer: I am going to speak favorably about Rory and Logan’s interaction in the revival below and not really dive into the whole cheating thing. Obviously I do not approve of cheating, but I just don’t wanna get into that facet of it right now. Pretty much every time they interact in the revival because I AM WEAK. I’m still recovering from Rory calling him like a reflex over and over. I think ASP was trying to say that it meant she was unhealthily dependent on him or something, but all I saw was LOGAN IS HER PERSON, THE PERSON WITH WHOM SHE WANTS TO SHARE HER LIFE.
  • This is a little thing, but I also super loved her asking Logan his thoughts on the Sandee Says website and valuing his opinion about work. I think that said a lot about their relationship, and it was another thing that really made it feel like they were just life partners who weren’t acknowledging that they were life partners and needed to take that step and be brave and get back together and set their poor neglected partners free.
  • When Logan first shows up in the LDB sequence and he hands Rory the hat and their eyes meet and I legit started crying when I watched it the first time because I thought it meant they were getting back together via this grand gesture, oOPS.
  • When he makes the little frame with his hands, nooooooooooooo!
  • When Rory calls and tells him about her pregnancy and he drops everything and comes to see her in Stars Hollow and they live happily ever after. (Shh, let me have this!)