𝕒 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕟

[minimcl]

bria morell & max lockhart penned by effie

bria- about max- about

[sunshinesfm]

for:  @minimcl.

where:  alyssa's  apartment  in  coral  cove.

dynamic:  max  x  alyssa.

she  was  just  folding  up  some  laundry in the living room  that  she  had  been  procrastinating  on.  leaving  her  sketchbook  open  on  her  desk  as  if  she  had  been  trying  to  multi-task  on  one  million  and  one  things  at  once while her brother was visiting.  listening  to  everything  that  her  brother  had  been  saying  with  a  nod  of  her  head  ....  not  really  even  fully  knowing  what  he  was  talking  about  due  to  how  distracted  she'd  just  gotten.  "  i  totally  just  missed  all  of  that  ...  "  she  paused.  "  but  anyway  …  i  am  not  cooking  tonight  so  we're  ordering  in.  i  would  call  lois  and  archie  to  come  join  us  but  ...  i  think  they're  busy.  doing  what?  who  knows?  "

[minimcl]

"and that's how i learned that i have superpowers!" having noticed alyssa was no longer paying attention, he was busy making up stories as she did all her little tasks. when she confirmed, he nodded, "yeah, i was wondering what you were gonna have to say about my new super strength. long story." then he said "i was talking about getting a cat, but he can discuss later." he shrugged, humming, "it's been awhile since we all got together. they must hate us or something since they're so busy." max joked, letting out a dramatic, teasing sigh, "though, maybe we can lure them over with takeout chinese food."

[perdiicion]

the  response  comes  a  little  bit  too  late  in  the  form  of  a  quick  nod  thanks  to  the  fact  that  his  lips  were  wrapped  around  the  cigarette  he  was  currently  inhaling.  “  sorry  about  the  smoke...  ”  he  quickly  apologizes,  making  a  point  to  turn  his  head  away  as  he  exhales.  it's  unhealthy,  he  knows.  has  heard  it  plenty  of  times  before  but  it's  the  only  thing  that  takes  the  edge  off  those  exhausting  overnight  shifts.  “  nice  isn't  how  i'd  describe  running  right  after  work,  outside  or  inside.  so,  you  know,  no  judgement  here.  ”  then  as  if  to  respond  to  her  question  he  quickly  glances  at  the  cigarette  currently  between  his  fingers  and  up  at  her  again.  “  doing  my  own  kind  of  self  care  before  walking  those  last  few  steps  home...  the  usual.  ”

[minimcl]

"it's okay," bria nods at him, lifting an eyebrow, "but you know as well as me what i have to say about cigarettes." she doesn't scold him, just lifts an eyebrow at him and leans back against the bench. she chuckles then, "not a runner, huh? smart man." she sometimes wishes it wasn't a hobby she had picked up, it was really too bad that it actually felt good. all those fitness people were right. "i like our differing definitions of self-care," bria hums, "because we definitely need something after a long day on the floor. for me it's either this or a crisp beer, and that's usually frowned upon this early in the morning. what about you? just cigarettes?"

[2310025-deactivated20251023]

“Your miscalculation is our cautionary tale,” Felipe nodded . He’d always preferred treadmill over outdoor running, regardless of conditions. Bria’s comments only reinforced that belief. At her question he holds up a jack russel puppy, still small enough to fit in one hand, “It was supposed to be a mornin’ walk. Turned out to be more of a mornin’ hold.” He set the little dog down on the space next him with a sigh. She had managed to walk for all of five minutes before making a stand that they’d continue no further unless he picked her up. Felipe had an inkling the pup spent a lot of time in Julianna’s arms and had gotten used to being carried around. “We’ve managed to do some training though. Check it out. Sit.” He pointed a finger at the already sitting pup. “Eso. Good girl.” He turned to Bri, “How you been? Y’know, aside from testing the limits of the human spirit against the summer weather.”

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Bria snorted, looking at the puppy with a warm smile as she teased, "Well, she looks adorable despite her dislike for exercise." She watched the puppy perform her 'trick,' humming, "Wow, she should be dog show ready in no time! Can I pet her?" She asked, not wanting to assume. Then she shrugged, "I've been working a lot, naturally. Not much time for many other things. Been trying to get back into reading, but that... has not yet been a success. We're getting there." Bria chuckled softly then tilted her head a little as she asked, "What about you? Besides holding your new friend, anything interesting going on?"

[amadoures]

anywhere  ft.  anyone     ☆     @palmviewstarters

                    the  moment  she  catches  the  familiar  figure  ,  mila  couldn’t  help  but  rush  over  to  get  the  man’s  attention  ,  half  -  hoping  that  it  would  be  kenny  but  alas  .  it  has  been  a  little  over  two  weeks  since  she  last  heard  from  her  man  ,  much  less  seen  him  —  the  thought  makes  her  head  spin  .  god  ,  this  couldn’t  be  real  .  “  hold  me  ,  ”  she  says  to  the  nearest  bystander  ,  already  throwing  a  hand  out  .  “  i  think  i’m  going  to  faint  .  ”

[minimcl]

it all happens so quickly, mila runs over, she realizes something (max isn't quite sure what), then her hand is thrown out. he thinks fast, holding out his arms in preparation, always the gentleman, of course, "uhhh, are you okay? is this, like, a doctor situation? or do you just need water?" he asks, pretty sure he has a half-full, lukewarm water bottle in his bag if she needs it.

[losingdcgs]

Santiago glanced up from the book in his hands at the sound of conversation directed at him. "It's easy to forget how miserable it actually is to be out in humidity during the other seasons, or at least that's what I tell myself whenever summer finally rolls around and I find myself spending time outside." He mused as if it was a common occurrence. The truth was, it wasn't. Summertime often meant he stayed indoors more, catching up on reading or a watchlist while school wasn't in session. "I somehow convinced myself that reading in the park would be a good idea, but just like you, the humidity has me reconsidering that decision. I'm thinking I should've just gone to the library to get out of my house instead."

[minimcl]

"Yeah, I always seem to be begging for summer during the winter and yet..." Though, maybe that was part of the fun of each passing season, you had something new and different to complain about. Bria chuckled, a smile on her face, "How long you been out here? Close to roasting yet?" She was ready to agree, honestly, maybe she should have just opted for the treadmill no matter how boring it may have been, "What are you reading anyway? Something interesting?" She didn't have much time to read, but that didn't mean she didn't want more recommendations to put on her shelf and probably never touch.

[waitingr00ms]

"  i  had  no  idea  my  impression  of  you  mattered  that  much  ,  bria  .  "  his  voice  is  wry  ,  lilting  .  if  harrison  could  tease  ,  that  would  be  what  was  happening  right  now  .  "  we  got  really  different  ideas  of  what  counts  as  fun  .  how  many  bones  you  reset  this  week  so  far  ?  "  he  asks  ,  out  of  curiosity  .  he  scoffs  out  a  quiet  laugh  at  her  question  ,  following  her  inside  her  place  .  harrison  always  feels  like  he  can  breathe  easier  around  her  .  her  house  has  a  familiarity  and  homeliness  that  he  enjoys  .  usually  ,  anywhere  else  ,  he'd  fumble  in  the  corner  .  but  he's  used  to  being  here  ,  with  her  .

"  you  see  damien  much  over  there  ,  in  the  er  ?  "  harrison  can't  help  but  ask  .  he  sounds  like  a  desperate  man  ,  but  he  knows  bria  won't  be  one  to  judge  .  "  is  he  .  .  does  he  seem  like  he's  doing  okay  ?  "  he  unscrews  the  bottle  ,  relishing  in  the  satisfying  pop  it  makes  .  he  pours  both  of  them  a  splash  ,  eyeballing  it  ,  then  pouring  in  a  tad  bit  more  for  good  measure  .  "  hm  .  nothing  too  exciting  .  newbie  tourist  bought  out  one  of  the  old  warehouses  to  try  make  it  into  a  rave  place  for  the  cool  kids  to  hang  out  in  .  didn't  check  any  permits  ,  paperwork  or  nothing  .  the  place  used  to  be  infested  with  termites  .  it's  a  wonder  it's  still  standing  .  foundation  is  shot  to  shits  .  "  harrison  comments  .  he  holds  up  his  glass  for  a  cheers  .  "  no  new  friends  .  very  unlike  me.  "  he  half-jokes  .

[minimcl]

"only ten." bria jokes, a teasing grin on her lips. then she nods, "yeah, i see damien sometimes. i think he's doing great! i don't hear any complaints and i've only ever seen him do really good work." she assures him, knowing she would be the exact same way asking questions if he worked with one of her kids, "you know i keep an eye out. in the most gentle, non-intrusive way possible, i promise." she picks the other glass, raising it to cheers with harrison's, "what are we drinking to? to having one free night to hang out for once?" she chuckles softly, "or to no new friends?"

she raises her eyebrows then, snorting, "nothing goes together quite as well as raves and termites. that sounds like a liability waiting to happen..." she takes a sip of the whiskey and clicks her tongue, "were you ever the rave type? i'm trying to picture it. and it's really making me laugh. no offense." bria grins at the man, teasing him, "or were you more of a punk rock mosh pit kinda guy?"

[veneumfm]

she  was  half  -  asleep  when  he'd  arrived  ,  expression  contorted  into  confusion  —  cogs  slowly  starting  to  turn  ,  optics  squinted  as  she  attempted  to  lip  -  read  as  words  sound  muffled  as  she  reentered  consciousness.  "  did  you  say  eggs  ?  "  she  needed  to  double  check  ,  unsure  whether  her  brain  was  playing  tricks  on  her  still.  he  was  talking  too  fast  for  her  to  keep  up  with  to  begin  with  ,  hands  lifting  to  wipe  the  sleep  from  her  eyes  and  then  to  brush  out  the  bed  -  hair  she  knew  she  had.  "  should  be  some  in  the  fridge.  "  she  pointed  to  it  ,  soon  raising  to  her  feet  but  needing  to  steady  self  before  she  attempted  to  walk  anywhere.  "  what  about  a  KITTEN  ?  "  

[minimcl]

"yeah, eggs." he nodded, locating the carton and pulling them out of the fridge. he set them on the counter, "want me to make you breakfast too?" it was the least he could do after stealing pretty much all of her eggs. he started moving around her kitchen like it was his, locating a pan and turning on the stove's burner. "yeah, i saw a kitten. it had gotten separated from its mom." he explained, "so i reunited them." obviously. then he asked, "i've been thinkin' about it... getting a kitten, i mean. my allergy's not really that bad, y'know? should i get one?" he asked, bright grin on his face.

[fearstreat]

𓇼　　“  oh,  hi  bria!  ”  tatum  greets,  glossed  lips  curling  into  a  warm  smile  as  she  scoots  over  to  make  space  for  bria  to  sit.  “  i'm  supposed  to  be  meeting  a  friend,  like,  twenty  minutes  ago,  but  i  guess  they're  running  a  bit  late,  ”  she  responds  with  a  courteous  laugh,  returning her attention  to  her  phone  to  type  out  a  quick  message  to  the  friend  in  question.  “  the  humidity  can  be  tough,  but  i  do  think  it's  worth  it  for  the  sunshine.  if  i  had  to  choose,  i'd  rather  sweat  under  the  sun  than  in  a  stuffy  gym.  i'd  be  getting  my  dose  of  vitamin  d,  too.  ”

[minimcl]

"if they stand you up... just let me know who i have to fight." bria jokes, a soft smile on her face. though, if the occasion arose, she'd probably might someone for tatum. it's that maternal instinct. she chuckles, "i guess you're right. plus, i can't really complain about the humidity when i actively choose to keep living in florida. at that point? it's on me." she tightens her ponytail, fanning herself with her hand, "maybe i should've tried someplace cooler, like denver? maybe seattle?"

[seasalteds]

❛  no,  not  at  all!  please.  ❜   she  shuffles  up  a  few  more  inches,  making  sure  to  give  bria  a  comfortable  amount  of  space  to  recover  from  her  run.  corinne  laughs  at  the  mention  of  the  humidity,  nodding  her  head  in  a  familiar  way  that  indicated  she  knew  exactly  what  the  other  was  talking  about.   ❛  that's  why  i  stick  to  my  coastline  walks,  that  sea  breeze  is  an  absolute  life  saver.  that's  what  i  was  just  doing,  actually!  just thought  i'd  sit  and  watch  the  world  go  by  for  a  little  bit  before  heading  home.  ❜

[minimcl]

"yeah, that's why i try to stay as close to the water as possible without actually ending up on the beach." bria chuckles softly, relaxing against the bench as she catches her breath. she nods then, "that sounds pretty nice." though, bria is historically horrible at just sitting, she doesn't know how to stay still for too long. "places like this always have the best people watching, huh? all types of folks." her eyes land on a person dressed as superman rollerskating backwards down a path, "like that? can't see that anywhere else!"

[lefthope]

“  i  think  we  might  have  had  the  same  idea  ,  ”  milo  replies  cooly  ,  just  a  touch  out  of  breath  .  he's  not  necessarily  a  runner  type  of  guy  ,  but  he  can't  deny  the  rush  he  feels  when  it's  all  said  &  done  .  thoughts  clear  ,  heart  racing  .  he  leans  over  the  edge  of  the  bench  ,  eyes  squinting  under  the  sun  rays  .  “  what  path  did  you  take  ?  i  feel  like  i  haven't  really  found  my  stride  here  yet  .  unless  i  want  to  drive  out  to  emerald  point  — which  i  never  want  to  do  .  ” not  to  mention  the  whole  being  banned  from  the  grocery  store  over  there  sort  of  thing  . 

[minimcl]

"great minds." she quips with a grin on her lips, leaning back against the bench, "i really like the path that takes you by the water. as close as possible without running in the sand, you know what i mean?" as milo continues, bria laughs, lifting an eyebrow, "do i wanna know what got you banned from the grocery store? or will it implicate me in a crime?" though, now that she's heard the first part, she knows she has to hear the whole story.

[dcrkcloud]

"It's not often you see me sitting on a park bench and not in a waiting room, huh?" Mateo grins, gesturing to the space next to him even though she's already taking a seat. He would never have said no anyway, and he's sure she knows that. "Running in this heat is the best time to run, get a good sweat going." Plus, it'd been a good day for his knee, something that felt like nothing more than a coin toss these days — he'd be on top of the world one morning, and then spend the next curled in bed until the sun had already started to set again. It's probably overdoing it at times like this that cause that, but he's not ready to admit that to himself just yet. "The fresh air is good for us, right? Seems like you should know that, Doc." He teases, leaning back against the seat. "I'm just stretching my legs. Enjoying the day while it lasts. Got bored at home, to be honest. There's only so much television even I can watch."

[minimcl]

"I know, I'm honestly relieved." She teases, glancing over at Mateo with a grin, "We should meet like this more often." As much as she appreciates seeing a familiar face on a stressful, busy day in the ER, she'd also prefer to not see people she cares about in pain. It's how she's sure she's a doctor for the right reasons and not a victim of Munchausen's by proxy or whatever. She hums, nodding, "Yes, fresh air is great, but heat exhaustion? Not so much." Though, she's nowhere close to that worn out. "Well, hey! Better to go outside when you're bored than wasting away at home. Your knee could atrophy." She's kidding, of course, but she doesn't want to pressure Mateo too much to push himself too far, "How is the knee these days? You haven't been at the ER this week, so I have to assume good." Bria chuckles softly.

[fearstreat]

𓇼　　“  sounds  like  you  know  from  experience,  ”  tatum  teases,  thought  she  wouldn't  put  it  past  him.  her  gaze  flickers  towards  the  cat  beside  hers,  one  with  a  similar  fur  pattern  and  eye  color.  “  i  think  they're  siblings  —  if  you  adopt  that  one,  we  could  have  matching  cats!  ”

[minimcl]

"well, i found a turtle when i was a kid. it lived in a box under my bed for, like, half a year. then my mom found it and made me let it go. but shelery and me had a good run." he nods slowly, as if reminiscing. then, he grins at the blonde, "okay, but... if we get sibling cats, they gotta have fun matching names." and he'll have to get a benadryl prescription. "like shrek and donkey or somethin'."

[waitingr00ms]

harrison's  mouth  opens  ,  shocked  at  this  betrayal  .  "  judas  .  "  he  comments  ,  almost  immediately  .  the  corners  of  his  mouth  twitch  as  he  shakes  his  head  in  disbelief  .  "  is  that  meant  to  be  a  prank  on  me  ,  or  something  ?  "  he  tucks  his  hands  under  his  underarms  .  "  you  couldn't  have  just  told  me  what  store  to  buy  them  from  in  the  first  place  ?  is  this  what  doctors  do  for  kicks  these  days  ?  "  harrison  fixes  her  with  a  look  ,  for  a  prolonged  moment  .  his  eyes  meet  hers  ,  as  they've  done  countless  times  before  .  and  he  does  smile  then  .  "  your  cookie  secret  is  safe  with  me  .  "  harrison  promises  instead  ,  before  giving  a  nod  of  his  head  .

the  offer  to  join  her  inside  is  one  that  harrison  will  never  turn  down  .  "  yes  .  and  yes  .  "  he  scowls  at  the  tupperware  of  brick-cookies  ,  and  does  hand  them  to  bria  then  .  “  if  you  look  at  them  ,  you're  not  allowed  to  say  ANYTHING  .  but  ,  yeah  .  alright  .  ONE  DRINK  .  “  harrison  isn't  much  of  a  drinker  anyways  ,  but  it's  been  a  while  since  him  and  bria's  schedules  have  been  aligned  enough  to  spend  longer  than  a  quick  '  hi  '  ‘  bye  ‘  .   "  you  been  busy  lately  ?     almost  didn’t  remember  what  your  face  looked  like  .   ” 

[minimcl]

"no! i just wanted you to believe that i actually knew how to bake like that." she assures him, still chuckling, "but i am pretty entertained, so maybe i'll do this for kicks more often? almost as exhilarating as setting a broken leg." bria teases, leading the way toward the kitchen, the brick-cookie tupperware under her arm, "are they a biohazard? because there's specific trash for that." she sets the container on the counter, deciding against taunting him by opening it to reveal whatever monstrosity he's made just yet.

she moves to grab two glasses from the cabinet, "yeah, it's just work. been pulling the late shift at the er a lot more recently." she sets the glasses down for him to fill, "well, plenty of time to remember my face now. take it alllll in." she waves a hand under her face, slightest trace of a smirk on her lips. she could say, it's nice to see your face too, because it is. it always is. but instead she says jokingly, "what a horrible thing to forget." she leans against the counter, "what about you? any fun projects lately? work site disasters i would find interesting? make any new friends? are they cooler than me?" she lifts an eyebrow at the last question, telling herself it's motivated by pure curiosity.

[minimcl]

for @palmviewstarters at roy harbor park

finding time to exercise with her schedule is difficult, but sometimes she can time a morning run in the park just perfectly post-shift. it makes it even easier to sleep after a long night of hard work. and as bria finishes her run, she spots a familiar face, waving as she pants and walks closer, gesturing to the space on the bench beside them, "mind if i sit?" she sits anyway before they have a chance to fully respond, "i always think it'll be nicer to run outside than run on the treadmill, but then i start running and i remember humidity," she shakes her head, a soft chuckle passing her lips, "i never learn." she glances over at the other, "anyway, what brings you out here in this heat?"

[joenateuser]

Nuno Gallego | WEE BAAACCKKK!!!🦇 (via Instagram)

[fearstreat]

𓇼　　dune animal rescue,   early afternon 𓇼　　open  for   anyone   @palmviewstarters

𓇼　　“  this  one  won't  stop  staring  at  me  …  i  think  we  have  a  connection,  ”  she  mutters,  pointing  at  the  kitten  whose  big  blue  eyes  have  yet  to  stray  from  tatum's  every  move.  “  how  bad  of  an  idea  would  it  be  to  bring  a  cat  home  without  warning?  ”

[minimcl]

"i mean, my vote is yes." max tells her, fingers poking into the cage, stroking a sweet black cat's fur, "they're easy to hid when they're this big too. i think you could away with it without anyone noticing for at least two months." now he's considering whether or not he should get a cat despite his very slight allergy (not that it's ever stopped him), "i think that one's imprinting on you. twilight style."