#c:lorelai

[badvlantex]

It was by some miracle that TJ showed up at the hospital without injury more often than not these days. Maybe he was trying to bet odds against them. Finding one of the other nurses on duty as Nova seemed to be preoccupied elsewhere, he handed them the bento box, asking a favor for them to pass along the lunch he packed Nova because she often forgot. "Hey, can you make sure Nova gets that?"

@traegics (lorelai)

[log-compton]

Lorelai tinha… alguma coisa. Algum tipo de coerência mesclado a diversão que a fazia se destacar. Não de uma maneira ruim e não que, cada uma das meninas não fosse única a sua maneira. Mas, havia desenvolvido pelo semblante tranquilo despreocupado e ao mesmo tempo que lhe parecia tão cheio de cuidado, uma admiração particular. Se divertia com os diálogos que fluíam com certa naturalidade, além de é claro, a achar linda. Se Pedro não tivesse acabado escapando bem… ele seria um homem de sorte. - É possível que o azar seja deles e não sei, Lollypop, é muito possível. - disse, tomando mais um gole de seu próprio café, com um sorriso de canto. - eu? Eu sempre fico perdido com essa pergunta, sabe? Nunca sei o que exatamente a pessoa quer ouvir. Eu sou músico, tenho uma banda de rock indie, sou formado em física mas, nunca cheguei a atuar de fato na área, moro em Boston, tenho dois irmãos mais novos e… não sei mais o que falar… eu acho loki, fantástico? Mas, e sobre você? Eu tô bem curioso.

log-compton​:

- Concordo. - Disse, balançando a cabeça em complacência e sentando em um dos cantos do sofá. Apoio o prato sobre a mesa de apoio, indicando que ele e os bacons eram todos dela. - Mas, acho que com uma ao menos dá pra tirar dúvidas maiores. Acho que essa semana é uma boa oportunidade para testar Milo e Marion na cabine, acho que de todas as combinações, me parecem os mais prováveis. Sem contar que se não for o caso, já abrimos mais um pouco o jogo, no sentido de opções. Não que você e seu namorado não pareçam um… - Se corrigiu, com olhos levemente arregalados ao perceber a maneira que havia comentado, se preocupando se Lorelai poderia se incomodar. A risada saiu de maneira espontânea ao ouvir o questionamento. - Eu trouxe esse pra você, Lori. São todos seus. Eu tô só terminando de beber o café mesmo, comi mais cedo. Devo ter algum perdido na mala, posso procurar. Sua única notícia ruim hoje é que infelizmente vou aproveitar que madrugamos coletivamente para te conhecer melhor.

Teatralmente, a morena lambeu os beiços como uma criança que acaba de receber algo muito saboroso.   ❛❛ Logan, você é o melhor! ❜❜   Respondeu empolgada, lhe dando um beijo na bochecha antes de pegar um pedaço do bacon para comer. Escutava-o falar, concordando com o que era dito, quase engasgando quando ouviu a palavra namorado. Pelo visto, não foi apenas Calliandra que levou a história do trisal a sério. Ou estaria ele fazendo uma piada.   ❛❛ Eu não tenho sorte com namorados nessa casa. Primeiro o Arthur largou o nosso trisal, depois o Pedro saiu… ❜❜   Dizia como se lamentasse, fazendo um biquinho. A risada que escapou logo depois indicava a brincadeira, divertindo-se com a situação. Fez uma dancinha com os braços para cima e balançando os ombros quando ele informou que o bacon era todo para ela, voltando a devorá-lo. Um dos efeitos de sua ressaca era acordar faminta.   ❛❛ Não é uma notícia nem um pouco ruim. Me fala de você, Logan. Além de ser a pessoa mais legal da casa por gostar de Marvel. ❜❜ 

[michaelxevans-blog]

After everything that had happened the other day, Kyle hadn't seen Lorelai and it confused him. Was she still upset over it? he had no clue. In his opinion, she shouldn't feel bad. Things like that can happen and it's not as if he died, it takes a little more than that. His cuts had healed nicely, once he had been back on full strength. Deciding on paying her a visit, he made his way over to apartment. As he was about to transport himself into her living room, he figured it would be pretty frightening for her to see him standing there and maybe even violating her privacy so he just knocked on the door instead, feeling the need to know if she was alright. That was all that mattered to him. @lorelaixparker

[subnoahwrightscks]

@lorelayingunderthestars​

But your cake is so pretty too Noah! You did a fabulous job!

You’re literally the sweetest Lorelai! Thank you! How’s everything at the Hospital Wing? How are you?

[samigina-speakmyname-blog]

Text | Lorelai

Sam: So I'm immortal right? I wonder if I would live through a decapitation?

[jamesfabray]

Because of your gala, five companies have shown their interest. Is there some way I can thank you for inviting me?

No, that’ll be fine. Congratulations are in order, I guess.

[badvlantex]

"Rory. Got it." He'd have to make a note in his head to not forget that again. Then again, how was he going to forget the very pregnant lady? Or maybe he had, if Nova had already mentioned it. "I see you're expecting," he decided to point that out, of all the things. "This isn't some sort of interrogation for potential babysitters, is it?"

The only mystery here was if TJ was able to survive this conversation without saying something stupid or pissing someone off. "I guess, but what mystery am I? Scooby-Doo or Sherlock Holmes?" To be honest, he couldn't tell if one was worse than the other. "Yeah, if I win that bet, then Edward Scissorhands over there," he pointed toward the Head Nurse Clara, who was always giving him the evil eye, "can take me as not a threat."

A soft flutter of laughter eases from the blonde's lips as she gives a shake of her head. "So close," she taunts softly. "Lorelai or Rory, whichever. I mean considering this is my first time meeting you I'd say your a bit of a mystery to me. For Nova's sake, I hope you win the bet against the other nurses."

[michaelxevans-blog]

@lorelaixparker

"You do?" Mike frowned, wanting to believe it but her actions the other night told him different. Or so he thought. "Did I do something wrong? Because if I overstepped some boundaries, I'm sorry."

[samigina-speakmyname-blog]

Sam kissed the side of her head as he went around the side of the table to set his plate down. “How are the eggs? Did I cook them too long?”

@lorelaimoore

[log-compton]

- Então… talvez uma luz não seja tão mal… - Mordeu o lábio inferior, pensando. Naquele momento do jogo talvez fosse melhor que ver mais de três luzes e ficarem trombando para lá e para cá em milhares de probabilidades de pares. Ao menos com um, podiam descartar alguns. Além do que, era a primeira semana, ninguém descobre respostas de um algoritmo quando o máximo que conhecem é o gosto da boca um do outro. Assentiu positivamente com a cabeça, assim que ouviu a pergunta. - Isso! Eu comecei a organizar o café, imaginei que o pessoal ia acordar com fome. Você quer um analgésico ou algo assim?

log-compton​:

Não chegava a ser insônia mas, toda vez que bebia, o sono de Logan ficava muito mais leve. Apesar da quantidade de shows, nao chegava a beber em todos. Na realidade, vez por outra ele simplesmente despejava energetico em uma caneca e as pessoas subentendiam que era alcool. Não que não fosse um adepto mas, como seu sono ficava meio perturbado, ele tentava não beber quantidades não homeopáticas a cada trabalho. Assim, a bebedeira da noite anterior lhe rendeu poucas horas de sono noturno, o que o fez levantar cedo e ter tempo para preparar o café. É claro que não  sabia das preferencias de todos e nem teria aptidão para fazer mas, se dedicou a preparar alguns omeletes, sanduíches, fritar ovos com bacon, fazer café, suco e cortar algumas frutas. Começou a comer sozinho, já que pelo andar da noite anterior, as pessoas deviam estar embaladas nos braços de Morpheus mas, foi só ver a primeira pessoa descendo que montou um prato e um copo de suco, equilibrando-os em um dos braços, para levar sua caneca de café na outra mão, e se aproximou da figura, sentando-se proximo a ela. - Que noite, hm? Entao…Você ta de boa ou a ressaca pegou? Hm… Comida? 

Por algum milagre desconhecido, Lorelei não havia bebido na noite anterior. Passou algumas horas conversando com o pessoal sobre a cerimônia, outros momentos sozinha pensando a respeito e ficando cada vez mais perdida e confusa. Dormiu cedo, mas mesmo assim havia acordado morrendo de fome e com uma terrível dor de cabeça, o que poderia ser estranho, visto que aquilo não era algo comum. Talvez o corpo atlético da mulher estivesse precisando se exercitar um pouco, havia ficado muito sedentária nos últimos dias. Desceu as escadas, ainda sonolenta, tentando arrumar os cabelos e sendo pega de surpresa quando alguém lhe cumprimentou. A breve expressão de susto foi substituída por um sorriso, ainda não havia conversado com aquele.   ❛❛ Nem me fala… Só uma luz. Fomos pior do que eu esperava. ❜❜   Talvez estivesse otimista demais, o que era uma característica sua que poderia ser um problema em alguns momentos. O rapaz ofereceu um prato com algumas frutas e um copo de suco, e ela sorriu agradecida.   ❛❛ Não é ressaca, só um pouco de dor de cabeça. E muita fome! Então obrigada. Espera… ❜❜   Disse, cheirando o ar como um lobo farejando alimento.   ❛❛ Isso é cheiro de bacon? ❜❜    

[samigina-speakmyname-blog]

Grey areas (Lorelai/Sam)

Sam stood in her yard staring up at the sky as snow fell, the ground wasn’t covered like it had been back home and he could tell he was no longer in Russia. With his blue skin and red eyes he didn’t want to draw to much attention so he quickly made his way up her porch and knocked on her door. He kept a few steps back as to try and not alarm the person who answered to much. A woman answered and he gave her a soft smile “Um, is Lorelai here? Would you mind if I spoke with her?” He resigned himself to waiting outside as the woman left to fetch the other. He stared off the side of her porch and in his heart he wondered what he was doing here. It was so unfair to her, for him to run to her as soon as he and Elyssa broke apart. But she was the only one he wanted right now. He kept his hands in his jacket pockets there was so much stirring in his chest, so much racing in his mind but when she opened the door he could feel himself calm. He let out a heavy breath and smiled at her, “Hey” he greeted softly “I’m sorry to just…show up on your break. I found your address as school and I just-” His eyes fell, “I wanted to see you.”

@lorelaimoore

[samigina-speakmyname-blog]

Sam wandered along the sidewalk, the large buildings made the sound echo giving him a hard time as he tried to track it. Ah what a wonderful sound it was, like the ladies of medieval times high in pitch but magical all the Sam. He froze a minute as a new sound entered confused for a moment for realizing it was his phone. He answered, “The cows are over the hill tell the rooster to make pie for the morning” he babbled into the phone keeping it to his ear as he set off again straining to listen with this distraction. 

@lorelaimoore

[notmichaelphelps-fck-blog]

I’ll Stand by You || Lorelai and Darien

Darien walked through the door, setting his keys down in the bowl next to the door, rubbing his eyes he slowly shrugged off his leather jacket. He’d been out at pool late that night for lessons, he didn’t expect to be leaving so late, so much so he decided to skip the shower at the pool and take one at home. He could smell the chlorine. “Baby, I’m sorry I’m late, lessons ran late--” he walked towards the kitchen in search of her. “Baby?”

[notmichaelphelps-fck-blog]

Darien snuck into the apartment, doing his best to keep shut the door with out any noise, chewing his lip-- he winced pulling his coat off, throwing it over the back of the couch, toeing his boots off he made his way to the kitchen, hearing the television in the bedroom going, he did his best to be quiet so she didn’t hear. Fishing through the freezer for frozen peas, sighing happily the moment the cool bag touched his bruised hand.

[notmichaelphelps-fck-blog]

Fade into you || Lorelai & Darien

Darien walked jogged up the steps to their garage apartment, pushing open the door, he moved through the boxes that were scattered across the living room, setting the groceries in the kitchen. He was thankful there weren’t any perishables, because after the text from his girlfriend, he was felling all too needy. Tugging his shirt over his head, he moved towards the bedroom. “Lorelai, you are such a tease,” he called out. “You had me hard walking out of the damn grocery store,” he chuckled, entering their room he tossed the shirt to the ground. Everyday he woke up, he realized just how lucky he was to have someone like her, some one as patient, caring, loving, smart, beautiful. She completed him in so many ways and he never could get past just how amazing it was to be with her. Walking through the bedroom he couldn’t help but feel a grin spread across his face. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he meant every word, it when beyond the primal feeling of her carrying his baby, sure that was there, she was honestly the most beautiful girl he ever laid eyes on and pregnancy added to that in some ways for him. Just something about the way she always seemed to glow now, he couldn’t not see her. He couldn’t never see her and not see just how amazing she really was.

@lololovepunk

[badvlantex]

"That's me and you are…." He had to pause and think for a moment because he was sure Nova told him her name or mentioned the other nurses at some point. Actually, it became a habit of telling TJ who to not cause issues with because he had a tendency to be an idiot at all times.

He knew for certain she was not the evil-one Clara, so. Who could it be? "Lori?" Was that it? He was not sure, but he'd go with it until she corrected him.

"And am I really that much of a mystery? The mystery is when I'll end up in here next. I know you were all making bets, but I'm betting against you. I gotta win. For Nova's sake."

Pen scratches against the paper as she quickly scribbles down notes in her patients file, pregnancy brain having gotten her in the habit of doing so otherwise she'd never remember. It was honestly only because of Brooks that she even left the house in the morning with her head screwed on reminding her to not forget anything on her way out the door, something she was extremely grateful for. The voice behind her pulled a hum from her lips, pen lowering as she turned slightly to face the male and small smile tugged at her lips as she nods and takes the lunch bag before brows scrunch and she tilts her head to the side slightly. "You're TJ, right," Lorelai questions softly, placing the back on the counter before allowing her hands to fall and rest against the small baby bump beneath her scrubs. "The mystery boyfriend."