Rosie sat in the living room of their house, her knees pulled up to her chest and her head pressed into them. After yet another treatment of IVF, she still wasn’t pregnant. She had tried so hard, started eating better food, started meditating to reduce her stress. She had even stopped performing and instead worked in the studio more and more. But still, she was getting let down over and over again. This was their fifth try and yet her body didn’t seem to accept anything. 

So she was disappointed. And upset with herself, all while being terrified that when Franny found out that she couldn’t get pregnant she would leave her for good. All her insecurities were running through her head at this moment and it finally broke her defenses, tears running down her face as she sobbed into her knees, asking god over and over why he would let this happen. Some hateful people had once told her that god wouldn’t allow her children, that she wasn’t right in the head due to the fact she liked girls and that she would suffer for it. And right in this moment, she thought they were right. 

She heard Franny’s car pull into the garage and while she tried, she couldn’t stop the tears. She just kept crying, her breathing now erratic and she couldn’t get control of it. She tried to imagine the balloon her therapist had talked about but she couldn’t control her breathing. Her emotions were just too high.

Lorelai’s head was still in her hands, her breathing erratic and labored. For months, she had tried to keep this in. For months, she had kept her crying to when she was alone, away from Luke and Rory and Michel and especially Emily. But tonight, she cracked. Luke had found her in bed, face red and puffy with tears rolling down her cheeks. 

It hadn’t taken much. Just a relative calling in a reservation. She had mentioned her father and how much he had praised Lorelai and her business. That he had always been so proud. She had made the reservation quickly before hanging up and coming straight home, ignoring Michel and Sookie as they tried to stop her. She brought her head out if her hands and pressed it into Luke’s shoulder, her arms going around him, needing that comfort.

“You can’t...No one can do anything now. He’s gone.” 

NAME! ♡    saz PRONOUNS! ♡     she / her. ZODIAC SIGN! ♡     aries. TAKEN OR SINGLE! ♡     it’s complicated

———  THREE  FACTS! ♡

1! ♡     i start college in august for my degree in english education

2! ♡   i work for a cell phone refurbishment company

3! ♡     i’m born and raised in MA, where i’ll be moving back to after i finish my degree

———  EXPERIENCE! ♡

PLATFORMS USED! ♡    tumblr, discord, neopets (in my early days), neatchat, chatzy, AIM (again earlydays) and email.

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE! ♡

GENDER! ♡   I play more females but I am totally fine playing male for certain people/characters. LEAST FAVOURITE FACE(S)! ♡   team 10.

MULTI OR SINGLE! ♡     multi FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡    

FLUFF :  give me all the fluff.

ANGST :  yess

SMUT :   not often

PLOT / MEMES! ♡    both cause i’m a ho for all things interaction.

it’s me! 

It was like high school all over again, minus the apologies. The cold slush oozed down Rachel’s hair and dripped onto the cheap, linoleum floor. The crew wouldn’t be thrilled when they noticed the corn syrup stains all over their once partially spotless whites. “It’s fine…” She squeaked, holding back the urge to say that the slushy was oddly fitting to her fall from grace. With the back of her hands Rachel wiped away the ice that had stuck to her face and finally opened her eyes. “Qui–” No, that wasn’t her name, obviously, unless the hit had caused her to hear incorrectly. “I…I…” Nothing came out, at least, nothing that made sense.

Joss couldn’t help but feel bad. She didn’t try to be a horrible person. Sure, she’d been raised around violence and anarchy, but she felt like having Tara around for most of her life, as well as Nero the past couple of years kept her straight. She piled all the napkins on top of each other, carefully balancing them before she looked up at her. “Are you okay? Are you in shock? Oh, god don’t make me call an ambulance, fuck.” The last part was muttered under her breath, her nerves hitting her. Hearing the beginning of a name, she sighed, rest her head in her hand, before looking up at her. “I’m assuming you were going to say ‘Quinn’. I’ve been called that a lot the past few days.

Sunglasses on, knit cap on, collar up. That was the usual outfit for Rachel nowadays. Ever since her horrid pilot TV show aired, the embarrassment was all the ex-Broadway star was able to think about. She was back where she started, in Lima, Ohio. Lima, Ohio, where those who did not believe in her lived and were able to laugh at her failure. Her heart ached, which may have explained why she craved some gas station doughnuts: the gross yet sweet atrocity was all she was able to think about. With the sweet dough hot in the paper bag, Rachel spun onto her heel, only to bump into a familiar face, though an all too familiar chill struck her before she was able to get a good look at the person’s face. “Oh… oh…” That was all she managed to say, her eyes wide behind her dark glasses. 

Joss walked over to the drink area, grabbing handfuls of napkins and going back over to the shorter girl to at least try to help her clean up. “I don’t usually do this, I promise.” She handed the brunette a handful of napkins, a look of complete remorse on her face. “I’m Joss by the way, guess it would probably help to know who just ruined your outfit.” She was by this point, on the ground wiping up the slushie that spilled onto the floor before the employee tried to shoo her away. “can i buy you a coffee or something? or at least take care of the dry cleaning bill?”