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2023: Anita Sanders, Anita Johannesson, attrice e modella svedese. È stata principalmente attiva nel cinema italiano a cavallo tra la metà degli anni sessanta e la metà degli anni settanta, lavorando anche con alcuni fra i più prestigiosi registi italiani di quegli anni. Si trasferì in Italia dalla natia Svezia nei primi anni sessanta per lavorare come modella, grazie alla sua bellezza luminosa e…

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LNDS: Hospital Trip | Fluff

Listen...this was supposed to be a crack fic. Apparently when I write long form fics I can't help but take it seriously. So this is romantic comedy now. It's fluff. I'm not a Zayne girlie but damn do I adore him...I might be a Zayne girlie. And a Rafayel girlie. And a Xavier girlie...I'm a whore.

Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+. Warnings: Crack treated seriously, But also is this really crack anymore?, Romance mixed with comedy, flirting, Blood, Leg injuries, stitches, shots (the not fun kind) Synopsis: You had been enjoying your day when a small incident led you to the hospital. Thankfully your beloved boyfriend is taking care of you, but he does demand an explanation at to how you got injured...something you'd rather he not know. Word Count: 4,159

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Zayne

Hospital Trip | Zayne x Reader

You let out an unamused huff as you leaned against the back of the hospital bed, looking off in the distance. Your leg was on fire at the moment and you weren’t exactly happy to be in the hospital. Thankfully Yvonne had been sweet enough to allow you to see Dr. Zayne about your injury (even though she insisted that Dr. Greyson was available immediately and Zayne was finishing up a surgery, you didn’t care.)

You perked up as you heard the door open, smiling the moment you saw Zayne. You weren’t even sure if he was aware that you’d be his patient as Yvonne didn’t bother getting you checked in. He looks up from the paperwork in his hands, seeing that you were sitting on his examination table with a dopey grin.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” He said, his voice soft as he adjusted his glasses. He clearly hadn’t noticed that something was amiss as you shifted on the table.

“Well, you see…” You said, shifting more to show the inner part of your thigh. The thigh that happened to be getting blood on his examination table. The way you were sitting had helped it not pool too much, and the nurse that helped you in the room did place a small tourniquet around your leg (although in all honesty it wasn’t that bad).

Zayne paused at seeing the injury, looking at you and then back at your bloody thigh. His lips pressed together as he nodded in disappointment, realizing that you had probably given some nurses hell as they tried helping you and you refused. The hospital was used to your antics, especially when it came to your doctor. Unless you were dying, you insisted on seeing Zayne for everything.

He approached you, placing a hand over a section that didn’t have blood on it. You were grateful to be wearing shorts today so you didn’t have to take off your pants for this…although the thought of waiting for Zayne in his office in only your underwear was an amusing thought. An idea for another day.

The feel of his cold hand had you instinctually opening your legs up more for the man. He looked back up at your face and you couldn’t help but wiggle your eyebrows suggestively at him.

“Is there a reason this hasn’t been treated yet? How long have you been here?” He asked, finally taking his hand away from you.

“Um, maybe ten minutes? I told them it wasn’t that bad and I’d wait for you.” You told him and he shot you a look. He sighed, going over to see that the nurses had already gotten him a tray of items he’d be needing.

You wouldn’t lie, you had gotten nervous when you saw the nurse wheeling the tray in and seeing it had items for stitches. You really didn’t think your injury was that bad. Granted you couldn’t feel your leg at the moment, but that's besides the point.

“If your leg is in this condition, you should’ve allowed another doctor to tend to it.” Zayne scolded, walking over to the sink and washing his hands.

You hummed before smirking, “Well I figured you wouldn’t like having one of your coworkers between my thighs, since you are the jealous type.” You teased him. Zayne shot you a small glare, but you knew he wouldn’t stay mad for long.

“Leave the suggestive comments please. There is nothing sexual about a doctor tending to their patients.” He said, pausing and letting out another long sigh. You wondered what was causing him so much grief since you saw a flash of something in his eyes as he remembered something, “I need you to take your shorts off.”

You barked out a laugh, “Nothing sexual my ass.” you said, going to unbutton your shorts, “I’m surprised you’re letting me take them off, you’re always so eager to be the one doing it back home.” 

“I said to leave the comments.” He said, placing gloves onto his hands as he approached you on the table.

“I can’t help it when you’re this easy to tease.” You winked before looking at the supplies he had been given, “So you gonna numb me up before you sew thread into my thigh?”

“I don’t know, should I be numbing you? If you have the energy to flirt, the pain must not be that bad.” He said, watching as you shucked your shorts off and placed them next to you on the bed. “Now might I be enlightened as to how this happened in the first place? If I’m not mistaken, today was your day off.”

You made a small, pained noise in the back of your throat as you thought back to what you had done. Nope. Absolutely not. He didn’t really need to know what had happened, did he?

“I tripped.” You lied, knowing he wouldn’t buy it for even a second. You’d rather tell him an obvious lie then do too good of a job and have him believe you. He always ends up finding the truth eventually, and when he finds out you actually lied to him, he always gets upset and distant. So you never did it to him. You’d give him the world’s fakest lie so he could tell right away.

“I’m not asking out of curiosity. I need to know if you might’ve gotten something in your wound. I need to know as your doctor.” A shiver went down your spine at the statement. There was always a difference between your sweet, caring boyfriend Zayne, and Akso’s Chief of Surgery, Doctor Zayne Li. You, of course, adored both sides, but seeing him switch to being Doctor Zayne was always hot.

“Fine, then I assume if you’re asking as my Doctor, then you won’t be judging me when I tell you?” You said, shifting in your spot. You really didn’t want to tell him. He was the best boyfriend ever but god damn could he give your sass back ten fold.

“Sadly doctor’s are entitled to judge whomever they please, we’re just not allowed to voice it to our patients or coworkers.” He said and you huffed. 

“You’re judging me right now, aren’t you?” You finally murmured.

“Always quick to catch on.” He had the audacity to smirk as he grabbed the shot that you assumed had the lidocaine in it and waved it in place to tease you.

“Asshole…” You said under your breath. He looked at you with his eyebrow raised.

“What was that, you don’t want to be numbed?” He asked and a small, pathetic whine came from you.

“I mean my beloved boyfriend who is so kind, caring, and compassionate. The boyfriend who will do anything to keep me out of harm's way and fixes me up when I have booboos in the nicest way possible.” You said, pressing your hands together and smiling at him.

He looked like he wanted to roll his eyes at your praise and you finally relaxed a bit, “I’m still waiting to find out what happened.” He reminded you.

"Okay, where to begin…” You said, tapping your lower lip, “Well I woke up a bit later than usual since I didn’t have work today. I went to the kitchen to get some breakfast and was going through the freezer when I noticed we didn’t have any ice cream left!” You began and Zayne gave you an unamused look.

At this point, Zayne was grabbing the alcohol wipes to begin cleaning off the blood so he could see the actual damage, “I don’t need a play by play of your day, darling, I need to know how you injured yourself.”

You chuckled at the pet name and Zayne smiled ever so slightly at the happy wiggle you did on the table, “Okay, but it’s all super important information.” You chided with a small waggle of your finger, “So I decided the best course of action would be to run down to the store and go buy some in case we wanted some ice cream tonight. So I got dressed and walked down to the corner store.”

“Did you actually manage to get any?” He asked and your smile fell.

“Well…of course I did. At first. I got the ice cream and it was all bagged up. I left the store after thanking this sweet new cashier, her name is Tamara by the way.” You said with a wave of your hand, “Then out of nowhere I heard this sweet little chirping and saw a baby bird was on the ground. Clearly he had fallen, but thankfully it had been in a bed of soft flowers.” You explained.

You watched as Zayne paused, thinking about what you said and shook his head, “Sit correctly please, I need to clean your wound.” He said, pushing your legs to a better position.

“Okay so clearly you know the corner store I’m talking about, ya? The one right by your apartment?” You asked.

“Our apartment? Yes, I recall. It’s the one that always has a sign outside with those drawings to draw people in on the newest products.” He said and you paused before giggling again at him calling it our apartment. You'd never get tired of that since you had only been living together for a short while.

“Then you know how there’s some construction going on right next to it. There’s that metal fence they put up to keep people out and there’s a tree right on the other side.” You said and Zayne nodded, “Well the nest was in that tree.”

“Of course, why wouldn’t it be in an easier to reach location?” He sarcastically murmured to himself. It was just loud enough for you to pick up, and you went to kick him before freezing at realizing it was your bad leg. The same leg that earlier you couldn’t feel, but when you made sharp movements apparently it was all you could feel.

“Well I couldn’t just leave the poor thing there to die, so I scooped it up and put it into my jacket pocket.” You said and Zayne made note that you didn’t seem to have a coat anymore. How curious.

You flinched away as Zayne began cleaning the wound, the alcohol burning but he held your leg in place as he continued dabbing at it. 

You cleared your throat, trying to not think about the sting, “So I managed to climb the fence without any issues thankfully. There were also no construction workers so I was all by my lonesome in my quest to put this birdie back in its nest.”

Zayne paused as he finished cleaning the wound, looking up at you from behind his glasses. You don’t know why you felt small under his gaze at the moment, especially since he was technically underneath you.

“Then I started to climb that tree to put the birdie back into its home. It wasn’t very high up in the tree thankfully, so it was easy enough to place him there.” You explained, happy about your accomplishment.

“I’m very proud that you managed to save a single chick by doing two very reckless things.” It was sarcastic as all hell, but you’d take the praise when you could get it.

“Thanks babe.” You said and he shook his head.

“This doesn’t explain how you ended up with a gash on your thigh.” He said and looked down at your legs, “Or why your legs have dirt on them…and probably future bruises forming.”

“Well, so the nest was home to an eagle! Can you believe it? It was very majestic looking as it began flying back to its babies.” You said, then you let out another hiss as he swiped a disinfectant of some kind over your wound. As if the alcohol wasn’t enough…

“Don’t mind me, continue your story.” He said and you got a sense he was almost amused now.

“Well apparently mama eagle wasn’t happy I was spending time with the babies because she swooped in to attack me. Obviously my natural reaction to an eagle coming for my throat was to flinch back. Sadly it caused me to fall from the tree and as I fell, I managed to catch my leg on a piece of the fence that was jutting out…thus ending in my giant gash and forming bruises.” You finally confessed.

You felt like an idiot, but honestly how were you supposed to know that would happen? You just wanted to save a baby chick that had fallen. Then BOOM! Eagle attack. To make matters worse you had fallen right on your ice cream and the concoction splattered all over your white jacket (alongside your blood since you used your jacket in an attempt to stop the bleeding) so you ended up just tossing them both away in shame.

You watched Zayne grab the needle that had the lidocaine in it and flicked it a few times to get the air pockets out, “And how, pray tell, did you get to the hospital? If the ambulance brought you in, you would’ve been treated in the ER right away. Since we’re having this conversation, it’s clear you didn’t make the right decision.”

“An ambulance would’ve been overkill.” You said and the look Zayne gave you said otherwise, “I just walked here. It’s only a few miles and the day was beautiful.”

Zayne could feel his eye begin to twitch at your lackadaisical response, “You walked miles with an injured leg that needed stitches. Did nobody try to stop you when they saw you trailing blood everywhere?” Oh he was a bit upset by this.

“Well people on the highway are normally like super busy and not looking at random people walking on the side of the road.” You said and Zayne seemed to be trying really hard to keep his cool at the moment. He wanted to properly scold you and tell you how stupid you had been; his worry wanting to turn to anger, but he held himself back. He didn’t want to lash out with emotions when he was trying to treat you as a patient. 

“Of course, you just casually walked on the side of a busy highway where a car might’ve hit you.” He couldn’t help but say in almost disbelief at the lack of self awareness. How he managed to fall for you was a mystery. He did absolutely adore you, but moments like this would only cause his hair to gray faster.

Zayne took the shot, carefully placing it on the edge of your gash and began injecting you with the medication. You let out a hiss of pain, the sensation being horribly uncomfortable. You held as still as you could though, wanting to tear up a bit from how bad it stung going in and watching as he moved it around wasn't helping.

“Are you making it hurt a lot because you’re mad at me?” Your voice came out in a dejected whine. Zayne had just pulled back the needle when he looked at you. He gave you a tired smile, his hand going to rub at the non-injured area of your leg.

“I apologize for the discomfort, but you should know that no matter how upset I am with you, I would never do something to cause you intentional pain like that.” He said, his hand feeling cool against your hot skin. It helped numb the pain, and as the medication slowly began working the entire area was numb to…everything.

You were surprised by how fast it worked, and even more surprised by how fast Zayne worked. He was already getting ready to stitch your leg up and you looked over at him with a cheeky grin.

“If you’re gonna sew up my leg, can you make a heart shaped design for me?” You teasingly asked.

“I’m a doctor, not a seamstress.” He said as you watched him grab the threaded needle and pressed it against your skin. As soon as it was about to go into your leg, you looked away. There was no way you’d be fine with watching him put a needle through your body.

It doesn’t take long for him to finish with the stitches, leaning back in his chair to check it over. You look down as well, a bit off put by stitches but at least it was going to heal properly.

Zayne began cleaning the wound and then grabbed the gauze, tapping your thigh to lift up as he wrapped it carefully. Once it was all wrapped up (sadly without a neat little bow like you requested) Zayne ran a finger gently over it.

“Does that feel better, darling?” he asked and you smiled, loving the nickname and nodding.

“Yes sir, feels a million times better…but I also can’t feel it at all so that might be why.”

“It’ll most likely feel sore and ache for the next few days. I’ll make sure to pick you up some painkillers from the pharmacy before we head home.” He said, going to take off his gloves and move the tray away from you.

“Thank you, doctor.” You finally said. Despite all your teasing, you really were happy he was the one treating you. You always felt the most comfortable when he was in charge of your care, after all.

Zayne looked over at you, adjusting his glasses on his nose and tilting his head, “Don’t think you’re off the hook. I haven’t forgotten what you did.” He said and you huffed.

“Now why did you have to say that?” You murmured, watching as he went over to his desk. He began typing things up on his computer, looking through some files it seemed. Once he saw what he needed, he clicked his tongue.

“We can discuss your actions when we get home.” he said, looking you over, “For now I’ll need you to wait here. I need to grab some things. It seems you’re due for a tetanus shot, and with your most recent endeavor of getting cut on a metal fence, I think now is the best time for it.”

“Wait…a shot?” You groaned, “Oh you’re mad, mad.” The accusation fell on deaf ears as he was already heading out the door. 

With another huff, you crossed your arms and looked at the clock. After only five minutes you decided you had enough and got on wobbly feet. You could barely feel your thigh still so it made it awkward, feeling almost like you were walking with a partially dead leg.

Still, you limped with purpose and eventually got to Zayne’s large desk. You didn’t care much for all the paperwork; most of it was medical jargon that went well over your head. No, you were curious about if he kept some of your gifts.

You opened up one of the drawers, smiling as you saw a sticky pad with little pears on it being the first thing in sight. You also saw a handful of pens that doubled as flowers. You felt all warm and fuzzy seeing how the items were clearly well used. 

Then you heard the door open.

You froze in place, staring at Zayne who was carrying a few items. You two made eye contact for a moment and he only sighed, shaking his head. It wasn’t like you could run away from him. You watched him close the door behind him and it clicked as it locked.

He walked over to you, placing the shot down on his surprisingly clean desk. He towered over you in that moment, making you feel small yet again. He went over, lifting you gently as he paid attention to your newly wrapped leg.

Your ass met the cool wood of his desk as he sat you on top of it, “Can’t you behave for five minutes?” He asked and you looked away to avoid eye contact.

“I wanted to see where you kept the candy…” You murmured, as it was half true. You didn’t want to admit you were checking to make sure he didn’t toss out your little gifts.

“Next drawer over.” He said and you looked over to see his hand grazing the edge of the desk, opening the drawer and grabbing the candy, “However only good patients get it. If you behave for your shot, I’ll give you a piece.”

You knew him damn well, he’d give you a mint no matter what happened. He was always a sucker for spoiling you, even when you were acting up and being a total brat.

“Alright, Dr. Zayne. I’ll be good.” You huffed, looking at the delicately wrapped mint in his hand. He placed it next to you, then went to grab his supplies. You watched patiently as he cleaned an area on your good thigh then grabbed the needle.

Once again, you can’t look at the needle as it goes into you. However, this time the feeling was so much worse. You cursed under your breath, your hands going to Zayne’s shoulders to grip onto for some stability. Thankfully Zayne didn’t falter as he finished up, taking the needle out and placing it next to you.

His gloves hand goes to rub soothing circles over the area in apology, before he grabs a plaster and places it on top where a small bead of blood was already trying to come out of.

“Are you alright?” He asked finally and you grumbled under your breath.

“Ya…” Your hands tightened on his shoulders, not wanting him to leave, but also being a bit upset at all the pain you had endured because of your antics. It wasn’t fair, why couldn’t you do stupid things without consequences?

One of Zayne’s hands cupped your chin, forcing your face up to look up at him, “You need to be more careful in the future, understood? You got off lucky with only a few stitches this time.”

A small whine comes from the back of your throat, your cheeks reddening at his proximity. Your eyes couldn’t help but glance down at his lips for a second before going back to his eyes.

It didn’t go unnoticed by Zayne as he leaned down, giving you a short and sweet kiss before parting. His lips found your cheek next, then your other, then finally your forehead. He leaned his forehead against your own as he looked at you.

“Let me finish up some of my paperwork then I’ll take you home. I don’t need you walking on this leg right now.” He said and you pouted. Who knew how long it would take for him to do all that paperwork, “I promise it won’t take long.”

“Fine…but do I get a reward when we get home for being so good?” It didn’t go unnoticed by you that Zayne was practically between your legs as he leaned over you. Your pants were still on the table across the room, and you desperately wanted him to just kiss you properly this time. You wanted to be gasping for air by the time he parted from you.

Zayne paused, noticing the current predicament before smirking. His hand left your chin, instead going to box you between his desk and body. He leaned closer, pressing his lips near your ear.

“You want to know what I’m going to do to you later?”

You shivered at his suddenly husky voice, your hands grasping onto the lapels of his lab coat. You bit your lip, feeling suddenly hot in your own skin.

“I’m going to have you lay in bed and make you drink plenty of water and rest while your leg heals.” He whispered in your ear.

You let out an annoyed groan as his body left your own, standing at full height as he went to begin cleaning. “That wasn’t sexy at all.” You complained.

“Falling from a tree and gashing your leg open is also rather…unsexy.” He said and you groaned, a small smile spreading on your lips. Touché Zayne, touché.

“Okay can we at least stop by and get ice cream on the way back, then cuddle on the couch while we watch a movie tonight? I think I deserve extra cuddles for the pain I’ve had to endure.” You said with a small pout.

“I find those terms to be rather agreeable. It’s a date.” He settled on. You giggled as he picked you up from his desk and took you back to the examination table. He placed you on a clean spot and handed you your pants.

Sometimes dating a doctor has its perks.

Sadly dating a spiteful doctor had plenty of downsides as you later learned that night. You, curled up against his chest, as he puts on a movie for you two to watch. A documentary…on eagles.

[xvysarene]

𝕌𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝔹𝕠𝕟𝕕

Pairing: Zayne x Fem!Reader Prompt: “I’ve built walls, and yet they crumble when I see you.” Words: ~2.5k Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Fluff Notice: Y/N is not MC, Antagonist MC, Mentions of wounds

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His childhood friend exuded energy just as vibrant as her Anhausen class Evol, captivating those around her with her bubbly demeanor.

However, beneath the cheerful façade lay a calculated use of charm, a trait you couldn't help but notice, especially in her interactions with Zayne.

As a senior hunter, your responsibilities included supervising new recruits, and you discerned her manipulative tendencies over time.

“Just because you've seen me at my weakest, you’re not entitled to pass judgment on those dear to me. It proves how I've known her longer and better, as she would never stoop so low as to speak ill of you. I don’t need you babysitting me.”

Quick to defend his adored friend and seemingly caught up in emotion, he voiced those unfavorable words your way.

You knew Zayne was a direct person, but being on the receiving end of those words hurt. Especially as you later realized that you harbored feelings towards the cold doctor, feelings that had unknowingly woven into what you had always believed to be a purely platonic friendship between the two of you.

“—and you’re here because?”

His voice jolted you out of your reverie.

Somehow, standing in the exact spot where your last conversation occurred, resulting in months of silence between the two of you, had clouded your thoughts.

You cleared your throat, trying to focus back on the present moment. “Greyson and Yvonne have been trying to get in touch with you.”

When news about Dr. Zayne taking recuperative leave had spread like wildfire throughout the UNICORNS, you had considered reaching out to him. 

Your fingers had hovered over the phone, composing and deleting messages repeatedly.

In the end, you completely abandoned the notion altogether when you heard his childhood friend’s not-so-subtly mentioning her plan to visit and cook for him while chatting with the short-haired girl from the Data Analysis sector.

“I’m fine,” he managed to huff out after a while.

Taking a swift glance at the unexpected mess on his kitchen counters—scattered papers and remnants of food packaging—you challenged him. “I thought we had moved beyond the superficial ‘I’m fine’ responses when asking about each other's well-being.”

Zayne didn’t reply and you noted that he had absentmindedly leaned his long legs against the kitchen counter as if seeking support from it.

“You, the Chief Cardiac Surgeon of Akso Hospital, someone who enjoys his lack of free time, couldn't possibly have felt ‘just fine’ after being placed on recuperative leave.”

“I wasn't aware that you still kept tabs on my whatabouts," he retorted, eyes slightly gleaming competitively. However, they lacked the usual spark; instead, they hinted at tiredness and something indefinable that looked familiar but you couldn't quite pinpoint.

“I understand that your friend has probably visited you, but my great buddies insisted I come and check on you. They didn’t want to pester, but after two days of no answer, they are beginning to worry.” You raised your hands in a gesture of surrender. “Though if I’m not welcome, I’ll leave you be.”

As you moved past him towards the front door, you felt yourself emotionally drained from the brief exchange.

“Why you, specifically?” his whisper caused you to stop in your tracks.

“They know we are—” you stopped yourself, “used to be each other’s confidant. They thought you might be willing to speak to me if not to them.”

He chuckled dryly. “Used to…”

His muttered words compelled you to turn. Your hunter’s awareness noticed how he had subtly shifted, leaning more against the counter with one hand supporting his weight while his body slightly hunched forward, facing your retreating figure.

His body trembled with involuntary shivers, and the silver-framed glasses that had been perched on his nose earlier now lay discarded on top of the black granite.

“What’s wrong?” The words spilled out of your mouth before you could stop them.

Your eyes instantly snapped to his arms, expecting to see the familiar bluish hue and the delicate, yet deadly patterns of ice crystals.

Instead, you saw fresh cuts on the back of his hand. Both of them.

A sound must have escaped your lips because Zayne quickly tugged at his light gray pajama sleeves, trying to cover his hands. He took a step back as he heard you stomping towards him.

Helplessly, he played a brief game of tug-of-war with you before yielding to your unexpected strength.

“What the hell,” you breathed out as you took the angry red marks marring his pale skin, making them stand out more. When you rolled up his sleeves further, you discovered fresh lacerations, a chilling reminder of the frost's icy grip.

You cupped his cheeks. It took his gaze a moment to gradually refocus on you, seemingly startled by the sudden skin contact. “Zayne, what happened?”

His lips were sealed shut. He began to resist, however, as you guided him towards his bedroom, but your hunter strength slightly won over his sluggish state.

Zayne watched you intensively check his wounds after you managed to get him to bed. They were more severe than the scratches you saw after you had cradled his frozen arms and succeeded in defrosting them using your Evol. It was when you found him beating himself up in regret for failing to save your partner during surgery.

As you stood up to fetch the medical supplies, his hand swiftly caught your forearm, surprising you with its speed. "You don’t have to take care of me," he insisted.

“Respectfully, Zayne,” you began, knowing he'd grimace at your next choice of words, “Fuck your pride and let me look after you.”

Seeing his familiar disapproving grimace at the brash word, you chuckled quietly to yourself. 

Your boldness and recklessness often clashed with his calm and collected nature, one that left people wondering how a friendship could blossom between two such opposites.

As the antiseptic scent filled the air and silence enveloped the room while you tended to his arms, memories flooded back to the griefful night when you had lost your partner.

He had treated your temporarily forgotten battle wounds after the frost had thawed from his arms.

“It’s not your fault,” Zayne had spoken softly as he cleaned your wounds.

Your breath stuttered, surprised by the doctor's attempt to console you. Many people regarded him as highly reserved due to the carefully crafted mask of indifference he wore.

"The other staff told me what happened. You couldn’t have known that he was bitten; a child Chlorostaga leaves a very small puncture, and it would only feel like an ant has bitten you. With adrenaline running high, he wouldn’t have felt a thing."

“He told me that his heart was racing unusually fast during the transport back,” you whispered, feeling the tears clouding your vision. “And I jokingly suggested he needed to do more exercise.

“He laughed at it until—” you forced down the bile rising in your throat before being able to continue, “until he suddenly collapsed from cardiac arrest. We were only a few minutes out before arriving here to treat our wounds.”

Zayne continued gently dressing your gashes as you recounted the last moment with your partner. “His last memory was of happiness with you, feeling fulfilled knowing he had once again protected Linkon City from Wanderers... With his trusted partner."

The tears you had struggled to contain finally broke through, cascading down your cheeks in torrents. He held you close that day, offering comfort until every tear was dried.

From that moment, a bond seemed to form between both of you, drawing you closer from mere acquaintances to individuals you could trust with your deepest emotions. Only a few had ever witnessed each other's vulnerable state.

In the present, you noticed his breathing had calmed, and the hazel eyes that had been watching you carefully moments earlier had closed as you finished tending the last cut.

Gently smoothing out the crease between his brows, you couldn't help but wonder how troubled he must have been. “I’ve built walls, and yet they crumble when I see you,” you whispered, afraid of him hearing your secret.

You had tried to shield yourself from future heartache after you slammed his front door the day he had spoken harshly. Yet, seeing him so vulnerable, your caring for him only deepened.

Listening to the rhythmic sound of his breathing, an unexpected exhaustion washed over you like a tidal wave.

Sleep claimed you swiftly, and it wasn't until you felt Zayne's gentle touch on your shoulder that you awoke.

“You’re going to strain the muscle in the back of your neck sleeping like that.”

Still groggy from the unplanned nap, you couldn’t protest as Zayne easily deposited you to the space he occupied earlier, as if you weighed nothing.

Your skin flushed hot feeling his fleeting touch behind your knees. Blinking, you met his gaze as he settled back beside your feet on the bed, already looking much better than before.

As the heat from his body permeated the wool blend of his pajama pants, you could feel it warming the tips of your toes. “Are you feeling any better?”

He nodded, casting a glance down at his arms adorned with scattered adhesive strips. Awkwardness filled the air as you both grappled with the ever-present unresolved tension.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled softly. You looked up, startled.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated more clearly. His hazel eyes, appearing browner under the dim lighting, seeking yours. “For saying those hurtful words to you, for failing to accompany you on mourning day.”

Your eyes widened, surprised that he even remembered about the day that had occurred months earlier.

When he didn’t appear at the cemetery of fallen hunters on mourning day, an annual tradition to honor your late partner whom he couldn't save, you learned just how much he cherished his childhood friend.

While he hadn't explicitly promised to join every year, he had always done so without fail. At that time, you couldn't help but feel disappointed when you discovered he had spent the day with his childhood friend instead.

And perhaps, an ugly thorn of jealousy had begun to bloom inside your heart.

“Greyson gave me an earful after he found out about our... conflict, and then he pieced together why I was absent that day. Why didn’t you remind me?”

You broke away from his gaze, not prepared for the sudden query. “You are under no obligation to accompany me, so there's nothing to apologise for.”

“I absolutely have to apologise, for on the day you mourn for your late partner the most, I callously had fun with my friend.”

And there it was, his childhood friend once again stealing the spotlight in your conversation. You felt the barriers you erected creeping back into place.

“It's getting dark outside, I should head home,” you said, retracting your legs and hurriedly standing up.

However, a warm hand on your wrist carefully pulled you back down, knee bumping with yours.

“I was ensnared by my memory of her innocence from our childhood,” he confessed, voice heavy with regret. “She envied the deep connection we share and after overhearing your conversation with Yvonne, purposefully suggested a day trip to our hometown that exact day. She exploited my weakness for her gain, knowing my fond memories of our past together.”

Zayne tenderly unraveled each of your tightly clenched fingers, soothing the nail marks that had etched into your palm.

It was one of your bad habits, surfacing whenever anxiety and stress took hold. Ever the observant person that he was, it was something he was well aware of.

Your breath hitched as he wove his fingers with yours, larger palm easily covering your smaller one.

“I'm the one who foolishly let myself be blinded and stooped so low, wrongly accusing you when your intentions were nothing but good-hearted.” He swiped a hand over his face in frustration. “People praised me for my good judgement, but I evidently failed to make the most important one.”

“And so this happened?” you gestured towards his arms with your other unoccupied hand. “Punishing yourself because you felt guilty for your lapse in judgment?”

She had heard bits and pieces of what happened from Greyson. The Chief Psychologist in the hospital had noticed Zayne’s peculiar behaviour for weeks—moments of zoning out and evident emotional distress.

Not wanting to jeopardise his patient’s health, he agreed to take a leave until he felt mentally prepared to return to his responsibilities, which required a clear mind above all else.

“No, it's me losing myself because I've taken advantage of the only person who understands me; to the extent of hurting that one person who, despite knowing her for a shorter time, has selflessly always been there for me.” He placed a kiss on the back of your hand. “And fearing I may have already lost her, as I come to realize the depth of my feelings for her.”

You whipped your head to fully face him, face flushed at his confession. His gaze unwavering, trapping you with fierce affection.

“You don’t need to say anything—”

“Zayne—”

“I just want to let you know that I’m sorry for causing you pain—”

“Zayne, I—”

“And I would understand if you don’t want to do anything with me again after everything that’s happened—”

"Zayne!" You moved to cover his mouth and lost your balance in the process, tumbling together onto the bed.

Him beneath you.

As you stumbled, his hand found the curve of your hip, supporting you from falling on top of him. While his other arm remained thrown over him, fingers still intertwined with yours amidst the sudden movement.

You could see him trying to mask his discomfort, no doubt feeling some of the deeper slashes being tugged.

“God, you really need to shut up sometime,” you blurted out, catching Zayne off guard with your abrupt remark following his heartfelt revelation.

This close, you could see his pupils dilating at your close proximity, almost consuming the green in his eyes.

With profound confidence and a fuzzy feeling spreading inside your heart, you eased his mind. “I’m not going anywhere.”

The content smile painting his lips tugged at your heart. It was a genuine happiness that chipped away his usual cold demeanor. 

He squeezed your hip and slowly urged you to lay on top of him, a silent invitation to be closer. Strong arms circled around as you nestled your head against his throat, enveloping you in his scent—grounding, and slightly musky, like the scent of a forest after rainfall.

“I never want you to lose control of your Evol over me again,” you warned him, eyes closing as you felt his lips pressing on your forehead.

“I can’t promise, but—” he interjected before you could interrupt him. “I’ll work on myself for the better. It’s the least I can do for the one who holds the dearest place in my heart.”

When you opened your eyes again, you could finally pinpoint that familiar glint in his eyes, the one you noticed when you confronted him hours earlier in the living room; it was endearment.

As you lay down on his bed that night, fingers gently combing through his tousled midnight-black hair as he rested against your chest, it dawned on you that the glow of affection had been there all along, subtly shimmering in his eyes throughout the years whenever you were by his side.

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Of course the Sussexes were invited to the society wedding of the year! by u/Mickleborough

Of course the Sussexes were invited to the society wedding of the year! We’ve all seen articles about the Duke of Westminster’s upcoming nuptials on 7 June and the non-attendance of the Sussexes. The latest is from the Daily Mail, reporting a Times article (re Sussexes, it seems to be a trend for newspapers to report on what other newspapers have written about them): archived / unarchivedBut we’re wrong to think that the Sussexes weren’t invited! There’s a very snarkily-worded statement in the Daily Mail clarifying this:So theSeems that when Harry learnt that William was to have a more prominent role (best man / usher), he refused in a huff because (like how Yvonne Fair felt) it should’ve been him.According to the Mail reporting on the Times, Westminster’s godson George will play a role - unlike his other godson, the one named after a cartoon character. Occam’s Razor: NFI. Since Harry’s been banging about returning to Britain to see his family, a public wedding’s ideal. Maybe Harry really doesn’t want to reconcile. post link: https://ift.tt/jvXHPU5 author: Mickleborough submitted: May 19, 2024 at 01:10AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[ducknotinarow]

[I had to xD also, i feel if Mikey heard this he'd be offended Von didn't go to him for advice for this u_u]

"Raph, should I wear the red dress or the black dress?" Von huffs, "I need an opinion, but Don's being a pain in the ass and just not answering."

| Muse interaction

Raphael had his feet kicked up on to the coffee table remote in hand as he was clicking through the channels giving each a few second at best before he flipped to the next one there wasn't really anything on that he had seen that caught his attention as he continued to surf the channels. Mikey was hanging behind the couch arms resting just a bit by Raphael's head. Clearly had wanted the TV for themself but Raph beat Mikey to it so they were left to see if Raph found something they might like to watch as well or that Raph would give up and give over reign of the living room to the youngest. Sadly though it seemed Raph found something to watch in the end. His free hand held on to the handle of a sai, as he was using the end of one point to pry at something they had gotten wedged in between his teeth, as if it were just a tooth pick.

Suddenly, he sat up pulling his feet off from the coffee table "Ohh yeah!" Raph grinned happily the second the announcers on screen started to introduce the wrestlers coming out to the stage before walking down to the ring. And Mikey groaned before dropping his face into the back of the couch. Defeat admitted as he could hear Raphael already rooting for his pick between the pair of wrestlers. Mikey quietly started to debate over waiting it out or going back to his room and reading comics. He wondered if he could ask Casey about getting his hands on one of those hand hold game systems instead. For times like this.

Though Raph wasn't in much better luck himself just as the match was really starting to get good a real tussle between the two wrestlers there was a sudden attack from a third out of no where. Really getting the crowd and by extension Raph hyped as well just as he was taken away from the hook of the current match by Von's huffing voice.

"Raph, should I wear the red dress or the black dress?"

Mikey was the only one to really look her way, as Raphael kept his own attention focused to the screen. "Why?" he asked showing she had his attention just split, but hey that was more than he sometimes would even give Casey when he was this engrossed in something.

"I need an opinion, but Don's being a pain in the ass and just not answering."

"Jus' kept sayin' your look fine in anythin'?" He breathes out a slight laugh. "Yeah sounds like Don, wear black looks better red makes you look 'ike a real bitch Babe." Raphael offers his thoughts. Before anything thanks could be given however Mikey let out the best offended sound he was able to muster. Actually breaking Raph's attention on the TV screen not even Von was able todo that. "what is your damage Mikey, 'm tryin' to talk to Von."

"Exactly!" Mikey soon exclaimed as he slammed his hands on the back of the couch ignoring how close he got to smacking Raphael and the warning growl the red banded turtle gave out as a warning. "Why would you ask Raph?" Mikey whined as he looked over to Yvonne. "Just look at him, look at whats he's watching! How he picks at his teeth with his sai, or throws his feet on to the coffee table. Hes got toe cheese bad! we put out food there! hell look who he is into even? And you think he has taste? you trust it even!" Mikey rants on ignoring the angry 'what' Raph let out off the string of insults that Mikey just went on about. As he moved away from the couch and made his way over towards Yvonne.

"When I actually know what works best together or clashes! I can see asking Donnie, not just cause you are a thing together. He'll at least give a somewhat decent answer though its all based on the practical reasoning so he totally ignores the major issues like how colors will clash! So of course he won't see that the red dress would be too much red because of your make up! Leo? I could see asking Leo even. Not that he any help he be worse than Donnie. Somehow! And Donnie clearly just wants to say whatever he thinks you want to hear cause hes a lock sick idiot. But to think you go from Donnie right to Raph of all of us. Over me!" Mikey's plea was cut off by the feeling of the remote flung at the back of his head.

"Yeah and clearly Von thinks your opinion is trash!" Raphael states as he stood up and wasted no time in tackling Mikey to the floor. The two struggling. Mikey trying to keep Raph from being able to hit him well Raph was left to focus on over powering Mikey so he could hit them properly with his fists. Minor insults tossed back and forth between the pair. About whose taste was more trash between them before Raph finally got a good hold on Mikey and pinned him down. Well timed with the sound of the bell from the match he had been watching. "Besides I get best friend 'ights. That trumps girl friends anytime." Raph states smugly as Mikey can do nothing but pout and accept the punch in his shoulder. "But yeah black looks betta' Von go wit' that." As if he and Mikey hadn't be fighting that whole time he continues the conversation even giving her his full attention. "What you getting dressed up for anyway?"

[snarkylinda]

I started an AU where Elle, Derek, Penelope, JJ, Emily, and Spencer meet when they were children/teenagers and became BEST FRIENDS because it's what they deserve.

Friends are much cheaper that a shrink

1985. Chicago, Illinois. 

“Do I really have to go?”

Fran Morgan sighted for what felt like the tenth time that morning, her hand clenching the car’s wheel a bit tighter as she tried her best to keep her voice even, soothing, as her eyes meet her son’s through the rearview mirror.

“We had talked about this, yes you do” At his pout, she quickly added “Don’t give me that look Derek, is for your own good”

“The girls didn’t have to….”

“Sarah is receiving counseling from someone at her school actually, and Desi…..well, we had yet to have that conversation but I can guarantee she will as well” Her eyes softened when Derek turned his own to the window, his arms crossed over his chest “Besides what do you know? You could make new friends in there, it could even be fun!”

“Doubt it….”

Silence fell over them again as Fran refocused her eyes on the roadway, occasionally checking him with the mirror. It wasn’t until Derek turned his attention to the window that she let her own gaze fall, her grip on the wheel loosening a bit as her little smile vanished. 18 months. It has been 18 months since their lives fell apart. From the moment that her, in that time, 10-year-old witnessed the untimely death of his father, his hero. Time didn’t heal any wounds- if anything, they seemed to only get worse. Fran had lost count of how many times she had been called to the school because Derek got into a fight with a fellow classmate.

“He is in the anger stage of the grieving process, but sadly he can’t move on from there without proper help”

The counselor had told her the last time that happened, the time her son actually gave one of his upper classmates a black eye. It was defending his cousin, Cindi, after he lifted up her skirt when she passed by- but his record and the violent evidence got him suspended for two weeks anyways. Two weeks that Fran was determined to make the best of.

Her sister-in-law called her the night of the incident, after Cindi told her everything about the incident. Yvonne then mentioned a special, counseling program for law enforcement and other high risks workers’ families in the city, and Fran didn’t have to think it twice. Derek, on the other hand, hated the idea the moment he heard about it. 

“Listen honey, I know you don’t want to talk about it but it’s not healthy to bottle everything up like that- and I know youhate the school counselor so….why not talk to others that know what you are going through?”

“I am not ´going through´ anything mom, I am fine” His scowl slowly disappeared and he lowered his arms and rested his forehead against the car’s window “Is Des you should be worried about, I caught her crying in the bathroom the other day…..”

“As I said, that is a conversation I will have with her soon. You can be sure of that” Fran noticed the way her son’s body stilled when the door came to a stop, her hand hovered over the key but she didn’t pull it off yet, not before turning to actually look at him “Derek, I appreciate how much you worry over your sisters, I truly do. But the feeling is mutual. If you don’t do this for yourself, do it for them- Sarah told me you hadn’t been….sleeping well lately”

“I have a few bad dreams here and there, nothing to fuss about” Derek mumbled, but unlocked his seatbelt anyways. He knew that there was not convincing his mother of going back now, but it didn’t mean he had to like it. And he certainly didn’t appreciate Sarah outing him like this either “Snitch….”

“Hey now, she is just concerned about you” Fran scolded lightly, finally turning the car off and unlocking her own seat belt “Just like you fuss over Desiree, Sarah does the same for you. It’s an older sibling instinct”

All Derek did in response was huff and get out of the car; followed closely by his mother who -with a glare- made him close the car’s door way more gently than he clearly intended to originally and followed Fran to what looked like a hospital without the ambulance parking lot.

´Let’s get this over with…..´

“I want to go home….” Elle Greenaway murmured, hiding her face in the little plush rabbit she carried around. It has been 20 minutes since her mom dropped her there and left for work- and it felt like hours. She hated every second of it. She hated having to sit on those hard,very uncomfortable seats. She hated the way that the AC had the whole place freezing and her dress didn’t protect her limps, she hated the way these strangers would pass by her and stare at her withpity as she had, without a doubt, looked as upset as she felt.

But what she hated the most was having to talk to a bunch of those strangers about her hero, that would never come back to her.

Elle resented him. How dare he leave her and her mother all alone? He promised he would always come back!

But that recement couldn’t be taken on someone that wasn’t there anymore so she took it off on the next target: her classmates, particularly those mean girls that always gossiped about her because they thought she was “too boyish”- and that had landed her on her current situation.

And she hated every part of it,so much.

She hated it so much she didn’t even notice a teenage girl approaching her until her hand was on her shoulder, making her jump in surprise and almost drop her plush.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you” The older girl said, bending down slightly to speak eye-to-eye with Elle, who stared back with wide, tear-filled eyes. “Where is your mommy?”

“She left for work…” Elle murmured, her eyes narrowing as if she was scanning the teenager, who was offering a rather awkward smile in return. “I am supposed to be waiting for the counselor….”

“Are you Elle Greenaway?” a hesitant nod “Well search no more sweetie, I am your counselor”

“Really?” Now it was turn for the older girl to nod. “Great, so we can end this as soon as possible and I can go back home”

´Oh this one got attitude…. nice´

“Trust me honey, I don’t want to be here even more than you do. But we gotta wait, I am supposed to take another kid like you in”

“Another kid like me?....what is that supposed to mean?” Elle watched with a raised eyebrow as the supposed counselor bite her lower lip and started fidgeting, which made her realize…. “What happened to your nails?”

“Oh that? It’s a bad habit, I tend to bite them when I am anxious….”  She was grateful for the momentary distraction, but knew that the little girl was waiting for an answer to the initial question “and what I mean with kids like you I am referring to….someone that can understand what you are going through. It’s part of the program, that way you feel less….alone when you speak to me or my colleagues”

´Nobody can understand!´ Elle wanted to scream, but knew that this girl wouldn’t hesitate to tell her mother that, which would mean more appointments, and that was the last thing she wanted, so she simply hummed and hugged her plushie close.

“What is its name?” The counselor asked, after a few minutes of awkward silence, hoping that the other kid she was meant to take in would arrive soon so they could all get this over with “Your bunny, I mean”

“Peanut…” Elle whispered, and the older girl didn’t miss the way the voice she had clearly tried to keep even during their whole exchange quivered.

For the tenth time that day, she realized that this was abad idea.

‘Seriously, what was mom thinking? I can’t do this; these kids will go home even more damaged! ´

“Excuse me” Both girls turned toward the new voice to find a woman holding a boy’s hand, none of them had realized that the previously semi-crowned corridor was completely empty now. “I am here for the counseling program, the social worked told me to search for someone called Emily Prentiss”

Emily quickly straightens herself up, resisting the urge to pick on her nails again and instead offering a hand for Fran to shake “That would be me, Ma’am. It’s a pleasure” Her eyes landed on Derek, who was doing his best to not look at either of them “And you must be Derek, am I right?”

“Yeah….” He mumbled, clearly asthrilledabout being there as the two girls. But Fran ignored his tone in favor of a new concern…

“Um, aren’t you…. A bit young to be counseling, sweetie?” She didn’t want to sound rude, but the girl in front of her couldn’t be older than Sarah. Emily simply sighed, already expecting the questions, but reciting what her mother had pretty much forced her to memorize by heart anyways.

“Is part of our special program, most of the counselors hadn’t graduated high school yet. We believe that the closer to the age of the patients, the easier it will be to….well, form a connection of some sort”

´Doubt it´Both kids thought in unison, but Fran simply smiled. Now she could see why her sister-in-law had recommended her this program. She kneeled in front of her son, making him look back at her with as much disdain for the situation as he could mutter….but she could see it- the concern in his eyes.

“Hey….just give it a chance, ok?” At the clear hesitation on his face, Fran added “Do it for me, please?”

That did the trick.

“Ok….I’ll try”

“That is my boy” She kissed his forehead before giving him a gentle push to where Emily and Elle were standing.

“Doesn’t mean I have to like it though” He added before following the girls to another room, making both Emily and Fran snort as Elle quietly agreed.

“Same here, buddy” Emily murmured after closing the door behind her, biting her lip as now she was all on her own with two kids thatclearlywere there against their will, just like her. "Why don't we start by....presenting ourselves? Name, age, and why you are here"

The kids shared a look before shrugging, Elle stepped in first.

"Elle Greenaway, 10 years old, and my mom forced me to"

"Derek Morgan, 12 years old, and my mom forced me to"

"Emily Prentiss, 15 years old, and my mom forced me to"

The three, despite the situation, couldn't help but chuckle. Knowing that even the counselor wanted nothing to do with this program was kind of....comforting.

´It means we can get this over with faster!´ Was the shared thought in the room as they sat down.

1985. Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. 

"State your name and age to the class, please"

The whole classroom started at the young girl standing in front of them- a smile as bright as her yellow dress, boots, and earrings settled on her face as she stared back at them. The only one in the room that wasn't even looking at her was another girl sitting at the back of the room, her eyes were fixated on the window she was sitting next to instead, her head rested on her right hand as her left fidgeted her necklace. 

The girl in the front simply nodded in the teacher's direction and cleared her throat "Hi, my name is Penelope, Penelope Garcia, I am 8 years old. Me and my parents are from California but we moved here a few weeks ago. Nice to meet you!"

Now even the girl on the back turned toward her direction, her eyes widening slightly, as did the others's in the class. And so the whispers started.

"Quiet, please"  The teacher hushed, one of her hands on Penelope's shoulder as the girl simply smiled at her, way more timidly that the way she had at her fellow classmates through. "Penelope skipped a couple of grades, but I want you to treat her like you would with other classmates, understood?"

A chorus of "Yes ma'am" was heard across the room, but some hushed whispers spared across it remained. The girl on the back simply turned to the window again.

"Now where could you sit...." The teacher's eyes roamed around the room, but Penelope was faster.

"There is a free sit over there" She was already on her way to it, but the teacher grabbed her shoulder gently before she could move further "Ma'am?"

"Er....I don't think is a good idea, Penelope-"

"If she wants to sit there I don't mind" The girl on the window spoke, her eyes never leaving their designed spot. Her tone was even, disinterested -monotone.

The teacher sighed, but gestured to the puzzled Penelope to the empty chair next to the older girl without another world. 

Penelope didn't pay any mind to all the eyes that were fixated on her as she made her way to the back of the classroom, next to the girl that had spoken previously. Even when she put her backpack on the chair with a loud thud, she didn't move from her spot on the window nor look back at her. This didn't settle well with Penelope.

"Um...Hi! Nice to meet you, I guess we'll be desk neighbors?" Penelope didn't miss the way that all the other desks were a couple of feet away from them on her way to the back, nor the way a couple of girls sitting in front were staring at them withconcern. 

No response.

Penelope's smile slowly vanished as she turned toward the front, deciding to focus on whatever the teacher had started talking about as she started to fidget with her bright pink pen. She heard a sigh next to her, that made her turn toward her "desk neighbor", who, for once, was staring at her instead of the window.

"That is a cute pen" She murmured, her tone still dry but her eyes revealed something else....curiosity. Penelope simply smiled.

"Thanks! My mom gave it to me before we moved in"

"You said you guys are from California, didn't you?" A nod "Why did you move here of all places?"

"My dad's job" Penelope answered with a little shrug. Despite paying undivided attention to the little conversation that had sparked between her and her aloof classmate, she still managed to write everything the teacher was talking about with precision and a flawless, pink calligraphy. The older girl could start to see why she was in the 5th grade despite her age. 

"I see...."

Silence again, but this time it wasn't heavy and awkward- despite the fact Penelope had clearly noticed the unusual atmosphere surrounding the older girl, she never questioned it, not even staring at her when she turned back to her window-gazing. She just....smiled at her whenever their eyes would meet during the class.

She had to admit, it was contagious.

"Jennifer Jareau"

"Huh?" Penelope turned toward her, confusion all over her face but her eyes softened when she was met with a little, shy smile.

"My name is Jennifer, Jennifer Jareau" She said, imitating Penelope's tone when she introduced herself before. The younger girl was basically bouncing on her seat as her face lightened up, she dropped her precious pen in favor of taking one of Jennifer's -the one that wasn't holding her pendant- on hers. She was met with zero position to the sudden touch.

"Can I call you J.J?" 

"I would feel offended if you didn't"

1985. Las Vegas, Nevada.

"Excuse me" A meek, timid voice broke through the recently hired "librarian's" daydreaming. It was her first time attending the reception on her own and so far- the day was incredibly slow andboring. Aside from her, the only two people around were an old man that was solving a crossword book on the table and a clearly hungover college student pulling a last-minute effort to save the semester. So the very small child standing in front of her desk with at least 5 books in his arms -which he was clearly struggling to carry- was the most interesting thing to walk those doors all day "Do you....um.... know where Ms. Archer is?"

The puzzled "librarian" had to blink twice before she registered his question "O-oh! Yeah, she is a friend of mine, had to leave early today thought"  

She noticed the way he seemed to evade meeting her eyes as humanly possible, she tried hard to no profile the poor little thing as it was evident he felt really uncomfortable with a normal person's gaze, let alone aprofessionaldoing it. Plus, her colleagues had told her it was plain rude. 

"Are you the...um... new librarian?" His voice was getting meeker by the second, but he made an effort to actually look at her eyes this time. Something on her chest tightened as his innocent eyes reminded her so much of the pair waiting for her at home. 

"No no. I am just doing Ms. Archer a favor. I am on my vacation actually" She let out a quiet giggle. Her co-workers had stared at her wide-eyed when she told themwhereshe was taking her break, but it was just an excuse to stop by and focus on her classes. "In what can I help you in the meantime, buddy?"

"I just came to return these" His voice was much clearer now that his eyes focused on the books he had previously balanced on his arms instead that on her. 

"Sure thing, just let me check them-" Her eyes widened as she recognized the cover of the first book she handed to her "Er....how old are you exactly, sweetie?"

"In years, months, weeks, days or hours?" 

"What?" She was most lost by the minute, but he flinched and dropped his eyes again, his glasses almost falling out as he fidgeted.

"Right I was told to not do that, it's weird...." He murmured to himself like some kind of mantra before turning to her again with practiced seriousness.

"I am 4 years old" He said, no hesitation in his voice this time, but she could clearly see his body was tense.

"Er..... these books aren't for someone of your age bud"´Never mind that, can he actually read them?´ "Would you like me to help you find something more appropriated-"

"Don't even try miss" The old man on the table said, a little grin on his face as the boy waved in his direction "We don't get it either, but Spence here loves to read the Rossey guy"

"Rossi, Mr. Smith. His name is Rossi. And I just love the way he dissects the suspects' minds- makes them feel more...human"

"They shouldn't, kid. But whatever makes you happy I guess" He murmured before going back to his book, the student snickering at the exchange, and the temporal librarian completely lost.

"Your name is Spence, right?" Oh, she had to learn more. 

"Spencer, yes. Spencer Reid" He corrected, adjusting his glasses again.

She smiled. If he was older, that would have felt extremely condescending and obnoxious, but she could tell it was a completely earnest, innocent comment. “Well Spencer, I am sure that ´Rossey´ will be very happy to know he has fans so young”´Or if he has any decency left, extremely concerned´

It was like all his previous shyness vanished into thin air. “Do you know Ms. Rossi?!” Spencer was almost clinging to the table.

“Something like that” She chuckled, but her eyes narrowed as the little bundle of energy started to rant about the book and- oh god,was he quoting it?

´He actually understands it. I can’t believe it…´

“And on page 234 he says that arsonists are-“ His ranting stopped abruptly as the church’s bell resonated, his eyes widening as he turned toward the clock on the wall. “Oh no, I better go back”

“Something wrong, Spencer?”´I mean aside from the fact you were about to go into extreme, gory detail about one of the worst cases I had to face at 4 years old?´

“I have to go home before….” He shook his head, a bit disappointed and sad he wouldn’t bring a new book home. A book he could use as an excuse to not hear his parents arguing. From his mother crying….if it was a good day.

“I understand…. But before you go” She grabbed a card from her purse, and put it on his open palm “When you are older…. You could visit my seminar; we would be really honored to have someone like you there”

“Someone like…me?” It was the first time that phrase wasn’t uttered in a…very specific tone, one he couldn’t pinpoint either, but it was definitely different. He read the card before facing turning toward her with wide eyes “You work for the FBI?”

Her smile widened as she mocked a little bow, making him giggle quietly “Agent Alex Blake at your service”

That night, as Spencer lay awake at his bed with the already routine screams and shouts, his hyperactive mind was, for once, focused on one thing alone

“I think you would fit with my class. Talk about it with your parents and when you are a bit older and had come to a decision, come see me in Virginia. I can get you that old man’s autograph with some pushing”

The front door was slammed close. His father left after an unfinished argument again, those instances were becoming more and more recurrent lately.

You would fit with my class.

He couldn’t hear his mother’s crying. That means it was a good day….or a very bad one.

Fit

His grip on the card Agent Blake had given to him was tight enough to start to break it. But it didn’t really matter, is not like he would forget what was on it anytime soon.

[giggle-me-this]

{and coasting a terrace approaching a rift}

Nate didn't waste any time; the very second Fish okayed him to leave the bar for the night, to deal with an emergency at home, he threw off his things in the back room and apparated to the safehouse.

Howell was at the door when Nate threw it open and he snapped, “No one but Xi thought to text me about this?” He didn’t give Howell a chance to defend himself, walking straight for the kitchen and scattering some hedges whose names Nate didn’t know that were in his path. Xi was perched on a chair in the kitchen, a smoke trail from her cigarette curling up and out the small open window she was sat beside, beyond which Nate could hear voices yelling; Rue and Seth, who were arguing back and forth so fast that it was difficult to make out anything they were saying.

Nate made brief eye contact with Xi before moving quickly from room to room until he made it out to the small backyard, just as Rue was saying, “Our one fuckin’ chance, blud—my one shot at gettin’ back at those murderin’ tings ’n you fucked me! You fuckin’ parred me off like we never had us all them years of waitin’, like Yvonne never meant one fuckin’—”

Nate strode their way and they both looked at him at the same time. “Nate…” Seth started, and Rue threw up her hands and paced a short way away, muttering something like ‘the second some next man sticks his prick in our shit…’

But Nate didn’t give a shit about what either of the hedge witches were feeling, at the moment. He loomed over the technopath and said, “Who the fuck died, Seth?”

Seth blinked at Nate. “An auror. An Auror Commander, we don’t know their name…”

Nate swayed back into his heels, the force of his exhale nearly knocking him over. Not Dona, not Dona—he hadn’t lost Dona. Not yet, he could still—. His hands were shaking as he pulled out a cigarette and stuck it in his mouth, fumbling the simple tut to light it twice before Rue gave an exasperated huff and squinted at it, after which it ignited.

She rounded on Seth, cornering them with her glare like a firing squad as she snapped, “You gonna tell him the rest, or should I?”

Seth looked at his companion pleadingly, but Rue’s jaw was locked and rage still smoldered in her eyes. Seth was still looking at Rue as they said to Nate, “I…I told Max, that your cousin is the mark—”

The smoke in Nate’s throat turned sour and acidic and he felt like he was going to throw up. “You did what—?”

“I did not have a choice, Nate, she would have shut us down if—”

“I don’t give a fuck what she would have done, Seth! You—all of you were supposed to help me get her out, not give her up!” Seth looked at him then, their buggy eyes tired and sad, like someone who had known suffering and loss for a long, long time. But Seth didn’t apologize, didn’t explain, and Nate had never felt more betrayed in his life.

There was silence as they stared at each other for a moment, until Nate drew himself up tall and imposing, and stepped forward into the hedge’s space. Cold-blooded and harsh, Nate hissed, “Get out of my house.”

Seth’s face twisted in dismay, and even Rue shifted toward them with some alarm as she reasoned, “C’mon, Natey, this is all our ends—”

Nate rounded on her and spat, “No, it’s fucking not. My name’s the one on this lease, and you both gave me the power to turn hedges away if they fucked with my life, or Xiomara’s life, or Harriet’s life. And you—” He turned back to Seth, leaning closer into their space; threatening. “—deliberately, knowingly, fucked with my life. I am done waiting, I’m done being your fucking pawn and playing your fucking games. My family—my real family comes first. You have your own shithole apartment, don’t you? I suggest you find your way back there…”

Nate threw his cigarette at the ground near Seth’s feet forcefully, before turning his back on both hedge witches and stalking back toward the house. He could hear Rue saying, “The prick is right, innit—you can’t come back from this one, fam. You’re a fuckin’ coward—” If Nate didn’t know better, he’d swear he heard her voice break, “—never thought I’d see the day you’d sell us out—so much for fuckin’ ‘free trade,’ yeah? I’m doing what I shoulda done half a decade ago—I’m gonna find those cunts and roast ‘em alive. Or I’ll die trying.”

Nate slammed the door behind him, and went to find Harriet.

[fishbcnes]

                    @murdermelody               “That looks pretty bad. I think you need stitches.” - yvonne!

          BEFORE A RESPONSE COULD BE SAID, jinx had answered with the barrel of a gun directed at yvonne, finger barely held back on the trigger, twitching, eyes wide, reflecting the bright moon in the darkness of the night. it takes a long breathless moment before he's able to pull the gun away groaning loudly.

          hand with the gun is quickly bought back to the deep wound in her own arm, not working to hold back any of the blood that was spilling down and staining his skin. " don't sneak up on me !! i could've blown ya to bits !! " she complains with a huff. to be fair, yvonne could've made themself well known and could've still surprised the blue hair girlboy. depended on how loud their head is, and it's screaming right now.

          " look, if you help me without tellin' silco how bad i fucked up i can owe ya big time . " whatever that meant, that would be a problem for future jinx !! right now present jinx doesn't want to bleed out !! he wouldn't be able to make it back to his workshop right now without passing out from blood loss or getting noticed by someone important. and either were not desirable outcomes.

[casspurrjoybell-28]

Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 32 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

We walk around the park eating our ice cream.

Lylah keeps stopping to do squats because she 'wants her ass to look good for Yvonne.'

Her carrying out her usual behavior helps me distract myself from how depressed I am.

I try to enjoy the peace of the moment, too but my eyes are so sensitive right now, burning from the sunlight.

I probably should have brought sunglasses.

"Hey do you think my butt looks bigger?" she asks me, turning to give me a full view of her behind.

"How would it already be bigger after a few minutes of squats?"

"Are you saying it's small?" she gasps in offense.

'Oops.'

"N-No it's perfectly, uh proportional," I reassure her.

I already feel tired.

I just want to go back home and mope now that I've finished my ice cream.

She just sighs and continues walking with me.

After getting our prescribed about of sunlight according to the WebMD article Lylah read, we head back to the house.

It's not too far from the park.

Everything going fine, I'm even starting to feel a little bit better.

Until we reach the house and I see a certain person standing in wait for me.

The second we approach the house, Daemon turns toward the sound of us.

His eyes immediately land on me, a desperate look on his face.

"Oh boy," Lylah mutters under her breath. He comes toward us and I freeze, not able to move.

"Can we talk, Ash?" he asks.

I can't speak.

I just stare at him with wide eyes, trying to recall what Lylah told me to do in this situation.

Lylah looks at me, seeing that I'm frozen.

"He doesn't want to," she tells Daemon.

Daemon ignores her.

All his attention is trained on me.

He looks worse than yesterday, deathly dark circles under his eyes.

"Baby, please. Let me talk to you."

I find myself slowly shaking my head, almost doing it involuntarily as I grip Lylah's arm for support.

I can't face him.

I can't even look at him without the hurt of what he said coming back to me.

"Ash," Lylah whispers. "Say something."

I swallow nervously, locking eyes with Daemon who looks apprehensive of my answer.

My heart clenches as I look at him.

The wound is still so fresh.

"N-no," I say.

Daemon's shoulders slump in defeat.

He looks on the verge of begging me to hear him out but he clenches his jaw in resistance.

I start to walk away, leaving him dejected.

But Lylah isn't done.

She jabs a pointed acrylic nail at his chest.

"You don't deserve him," she glares, then turns back to me.

We go inside the house and I don't look back at him.

We look outside from my window a few minutes later, spotting Daemon sitting on the steps of the porch, fists clenched as his head is bowed.

I feel a pang of sympathy for him.

Did I hurt him?

Lylah closes the blinds, blocking my view.

"Don't feel bad for him. He lashed out at you knowing full well how sensitive you are. He knew, but he did it anyway," she huffs.

"But I-I want to go to him," I say, despite barely even being to face him just now.

"No, Ash. You can't. You have to show him it's not okay for him to treat you like that."

Lylah's decision on the situation is set in stone.

I can't change her mind so I don't argue anymore.

I don't know when I'll be able to see Daemon again.

********

Lucien tells me the next day that Daemon was sent off on a mission so even if I did decide to forgive him, I couldn't.

I ache for him.

I miss him.

I even resent Lylah for holding me back that day.

Yet I'm still hurt by what Daemon said at the same time.

It's a battle between blaming myself and also being bitter at him for saying it in the first place.

I just wish I could reverse everything that happened.

I'm so depressed I get to school late every day, running on barely any sleep.

I don't talk to Jay in any classes anymore and he moved his seat.

That just makes me more upset.

In math, I lay my head down on my books, bored out of my mind by the work we're doing.

He was the one that made this class fun.

I stare sadly at his back.

Tears well up in my eyes before I remember I'm in school and I quickly wipe them away with my sleeve.

When I've successfully erased the evidence of my tears, I look up, jolting when I see Jay's watching at me.

I quickly turn away.

Shoot.

Did he see me crying?

That's so embarrassing.

I rush out of class to avoid him.

The next few days I find him doing the same thing.

He's observing me.

I don't have the energy to care this time.

I spend most of my time in my classes sleeping to try and drown out the misery I feel.

I shouldn't have let Daemon leave on the mission without talking.

Why did I do that?

At lunch, Lylah tells me she's going to sit with Wren.

I don't join her.

I tell her I wasn't able to make up with him yet.

Since I have no other friends, I spend my time sitting alone in the hallway while everyone eats in the cafeteria.

I try to draw a bit but my hand aches from how cold it is today.

It always aches when temperatures drop because the bones never healed properly.

I look out the window at the end of the hall.

The skies have been dark and stormy all afternoon, matching my mood.

I pull my hood on, just sitting there with my back against the lockers.

I stare straight ahead at the ground.

I hate being like this.

A ball of misery.

I'm about to get up and wander around some more when I see a pair of Jordan's standing in front of me.

The wearer of the large shoes is obstructed by my hood but the second he speaks I recognize it.

"Ash?" Jay's voice questions.

I quickly pull back my hood, looking up at him.

"O-Oh. Hi Jay," I manage a weak smile.

I'm... a bit surprised.

Why is he suddenly speaking to me again?

"Why are you sitting here alone?" he asks.

"I-I'm just giving my friends some space. Wren's not very happy with m-me right now."

I don't expect it when he lowers himself to the ground, sitting down next to me.

"Did you guys fight? Is that why you've been so down the past few days?"

So he did notice.

I guess I could be more discreet about how depressed I am.

"Kind of... it's also because..." but I quickly stop myself.

If I say it's because of what happened with Daemon that would be insensitive since I rejected Jay for him.

"What?"

"N-Never-mind," I say, shaking my head.

Jay looks contemplative for a moment.

"It's because of Daemon, isn't it?"

My eyes widen and I look at him in shock.

"H-How did you...?"

"The guy you like. It's him, right?"

I bite my lip.

"Yeah...how did you know?"

"It wasn't hard to see. When you went missing after the game he was so angry. He wouldn't let anyone touch you. He almost killed Henry, for Christ's sake. He had that air of protectiveness that no one dared cross. And you... whenever he was brought up in a conversation you'd light up. It was so damn obvious, yet I pretended like it wasn't."

I held onto the hope that I still had a chance."

"S-sorry Jay."

I don't know how else to comfort him.

The memory of how Daemon saved me just makes me miss him all the more.

Jay shrugs.

"I'm over it... I think."

"Oh," I say dumbly.

"So Daemon did do something?"

I hesitate.

Is this okay to tell him?

Well, he did ask.

So eventually I nod my head.

The mention of it already has me tearing up so I quickly wipe my eyes.

I miss Daemon so much, yet I'm still so hurt.

"I don't get it, Ash. Why do you like someone that makes you cry like this?"

I sniffle, shaking my head.

Because he's Daemon.

That's why I like him.

Because no one else is him.

Jay suddenly grabs my hand, an urgent look in his eyes.

"If... If it was me, I'd never make you cry."

Why isn't he giving up?

I thought he said he was over it.

"I'm s-sorry but I don't..."

"You don't see me that way. I know. But if you ever change your mind... I'm here."

He puts my hand over his heart, clasping it tightly.

The pulse is quick beneath my fingertips.

"I need... I need a friend right now, Jay," I weep.

'Not someone whose only interest in me is romantic.'

"I can be that. I promise I can be that for you," he says sincerely.

"If I can keep you in my life, I'll be anything you need me to be."

He pulls me into a hug and I gratefully hug him back, letting my tears flow.

He's a big guy and his arms fully envelop my small frame but it doesn't compare to Daemon's embrace.

But it's nice even to be held by a friend.

'I'm sorry I don't see you in that way, Jay. And I'm sorry that I'm indulging in the comfort you can provide anyway.'

We stay like that until the bell rings, getting weird looks from people passing by.

So he gets up and holds a hand out to me, helping me up too.

"Walk you to class?" he proposes, grinning at me.

I nod gratefully.

I'm glad we made up.

[rviner]

Name: Danny Anderson

Age & Birthday: 32 years old, Nov 20th 1990

Gender/Pronouns: cis man he/him

Birthplace: Atlanta, GA

Time in Atlanta: 32 years

Neighborhood: Center Hill

Association: Reapers

Occupation: Unemployed. Member of The Reapers.

Positive personality traits: Headstrong, Generous, Protective.

Negative personality traits: Impulsive, Moody, Self-Centered. 

ABOUT:

The Anderson name has never been spoken of highly in Center Hill. Between Bobby Anderson’s violent outbursts and Yvonne’s addictive personality, everyone questioned their capability of being parents. Good ones, at least. That didn’t stop them from staying together and raising three boys in the trailer park.

Danny embodied a lot of traits associated to being the middle child. He was always reserved and preferred to hide away and sketch with loud music playing. Neighbours took pity on the Anderson trio, looking out for the boys while they were young and giving them a sense of love that they lacked from their own parents. This didn’t last long, as each of the boys grew into a chaos of their own, leaving helpful neighbours no choice but to watch the Anderson brothers become the product of their environment. Everyone saw it coming, even the boys themselves. Even their cousin Katherine joined their troublesome ways, wanting to avoid going back home for the exact same reasons they did.

“The Anderson Boys” is rarely said affectionately, it’s usually with a roll of eyes and a huff. Either together or separately, the Anderson brothers could always find trouble. For Danny, it started in school. He showed all signs of avoiding any responsibility, his homework was never completed, and he never showed up for detentions. He’d be skipping classes and graffitiing his tag or skateboarding around the city to find something fun to do.

He barely even graduated which wasn’t a surprise to anyone and it wasn’t a surprise when he landed his first brush with the law at twenty years old. If anything, it was more surprising that it wasn’t sooner. This started a small yo-yo between the local jail cell and Danny, as if a bungee cord was tied to the bars and wrapped around his waist. Stupid and petty crimes with no rhyme nor reason were soon under his belt.  Jail was good for something, though. Danny came out with a tougher exterior. On his first day out after a 2-year stretch, he went back to his trailer and helped his brothers to beat the living shit out of their father who had reigned with an iron fist for their entire childhood. The beating was so bad that it drove Bobby Anderson out of the city for good and made Yvonne Anderson resent the very boys she gave birth to. No love was lost in Danny’s eyes, thinking the woman was nothing more than an enabler for their father’s violence.

For a short while The Anderson Boys had no place to call home, couch surfing until they could figure out their next move. Eventually, they had a small place in Center Hill to call their own and it’s been that way ever since. They fight and love as you expect all brothers of their caliber to, and while they’re happily fighting with one another they would never let anybody else join in.

Falling into The Reapers was easy and fast and Danny enjoys the fast money. He's had a rocky few years of trying to navigate fatherhood but he thinks he's nailing it recently. He understands that being with The Reapers is for life but he can't help but wonder if he's sealed his fate by joining them, preventing any possibility for his redemption.

[perfettamentechic]

18 aprile … ricordiamo …

18 aprile … ricordiamo … #semprevivineiricordi #nomidaricordare #personaggiimportanti #perfettamentechic

2017: Yvonne Monlaur, attrice cinematografica francese.  (n. 1939) 2016: Karina Huff, nome d’arte di Carrina Corona Elizabella Huff, attrice britannica. Ebbe una certa notorietà in Italia quando, inizialmente scoperta da Gianni Boncompagni. (n. 1961) 2012: Tina De Mola, showgirl, attrice e cantante italiana.  (n. 1923) 2008: Joy Page, nata Joy Cerrette Paige, attrice statunitense. Figlia di Don…

[jayfinch]

Lucky

[moviemosaics]

Lucky

directed by John Carroll Lynch, 2017

[ducknotinarow]

[2k3 - just some jealous before they get together Casey don't mind him :'D]

Yikes, so this is what heartbreak felt like huh? Hard not to blame himself, after all, all Casey ever did was longingly stare Raph's way - too stupid to open his mouth and take a risk at asking the guy out. Though, he didn't exactly know if the feelings were mutual or not. Hearing Raph and that Yvonne girl call each other babe though? Well, hard not to jump to some conclusions there. It hurt, sure, but, Casey was Raph's best friend, so, he swallowed down whatever jealousy he felt and did his best to not let it bother him; which was easier said than done, considering everything bothered Casey Jones. When Raph was alone, Casey walked over, as casually as possible,

"Sooo...." He began, quirking his mouth, "Yer an' Von huh?" He questions, trying to make a joke, "Guess yer finally got over that fear of bugs then?"

At the look, and response, he's given Casey gives a faint huff,

"Look, I know I'm stupid but I aint blin' or deaf Raph," Casey argues when there's no fight to be had, "Yer obviously datin', why else woul' yer be callin' each other 'babe' an' whatever else," Someone sounds a little defensive, "Kinda wished yer mentioned it t' me, seein' we're frien's, that's all."

| Muse Interaction

Raphael wasn't per say introverted or not much for other people. He was no where near as a social butterfly Mikey was seen and known to be either, but better than the shut in Don could be and not as stand offish as Leo could be even. But he still wasn't exactly a people person still. Could keep the amount of people he stop what he was doing just to say hi to, below five. Heck five even and it didn't included family well outside Donatello. But Raphael's favoritism between his brothers was always obvious in the end after all. Outside that? It was April because well it was April, and then Casey. His best friend he stop anything the second the big dork made himself known to the rest. Unless Casey decided it was time to suddenly jump him and playfully wrestle him to the ground and mess around instead of a normal hello. Least yeah normally the second Raphael knew Casey was around they had his attention but for once Raphael missed when they had come into the lair. The third person he now would make an effort to greet was currently holding it.

Raphael was hanging over the back of the couch talking to Yvoone in a rare occurrence rest herself as Don was in the kitchen refreshing his own coffee well getting one for her. So Raphael took a moment to stop and speak with her. The conversation was pointless really just bantering between the pair some harmless snark being traded back and forth as they were catching up. Before Donnie came back Raph offered a wave to her as she got up and went to get back to whatever they were working on. A trade off of 'see ya later Babe' said between them.

It never really crossed Raphael's mind how anyone not in the loop might think when hearing them call each other that. It was a slight inside joke between them. In that when asked it was explained but no one else really followed on why it was funny. Had to be there type of deal he figures. Not that everyone seemed to have gotten this tid bit of information however.

"Sooo...."

Raphael moved to turn around finding Casey walking over, "Oh hey Case when didja get here? Normally Splinter starts the noise complaints before you step foot inside." He ready to tease but his playful grin fades as he note the way Casey seems to be caring himself in the moment. Moving to lean back against the couch. "Experiencing a though tfor once there?"

"Yer an' Von huh?"

Raphael just sort of cocks his head to the side well lifting up one side of his brow. Looking over towards where Von and Don had gone off to before shifting his attention back to Casey. Safe to say he wasn't following what Casey was trying to get at here. He knew Von a bit as well as some mutant Raph ran into one night and would hang around the lair time to time. So? what was with this weirdness now?

"Guess yer finally got over that fear of bugs then?"

"First off, I ain't scared of 'em" he sung this lie so much it may as well be a catchphrase for him. "second what the fuck are you on 'bout?" Raohael slightly raises his voice as he speaks not quit liking where this is going. He feels almost accused of something. Of what? He has no idea, but he still didn't like it. Listening to Casey huff just then as if they had the right to be annoyed here.

"Look, I know I'm stupid but I aint blin' or deaf Raph,"

"Least we agree on one thing here." Raphael states in response to the argument here.

"Yer obviously datin', why else woul' yer be callin' each other 'babe' an' whatever else,"

"Me and..what!?" Raphael dropped his arms down as he tried to follow that just then. Granted sure calling her 'babe' wasn't exactly something he would do with just any other friend but still. To right away assume he was dating her because of it? Was that any reason to get defensive over?

"Kinda wished yer mentioned it t' me, seein' we're frien's, that's all."

Raphael could be expected to react to this in a number of ways, but the reaction Casey was getting? A look that had Raoh staring at Casey as if he suddenly grew a second head, followed by the sudden eruption of laughter. "Me and?" He could bearly get a word in between the fits of laughted throwing an over the back of the couch as he doubled after and laughed harder over the mere idea. Likely not going to be appreciated by Casey but he couldn't help his reaction.

Of all things he ever been excused of, this had to take the cake for sure. Raphael jad started to laugh hard enough for tears to form in the corners of his eyes he couldn't wrap his head around such a idea or thought to him. Him and Yvonne dating? That had another set of fresh laughter coming out of him before he finally punched Casey in tje arm as he regained control of his breath.

"Ah yeah, circle back to ya bein' stupid Case" He says between breathless words as he swears his sides litteraly are killing him in that moment. Lifting his head up to finally look at them hard to understand the look on thier face but he guess he can pitty them a little.

"Bone head I aint datin' anyone especially Yvonne 'hat be weird. It's jus' a dumb joke between us numb skull." Because Raphael never was one to show affection through the typical means like pet names that way. No his terms of endearment? Wete something Casey got more than anyone else ever has. Righting him self up still a trialing laugh in his voice. As he seemed to clock into something here.

"Wait? Oh are ya jealous?" He smirks he's not actually picking up on anything here more trying to make this whole thing worse for Casey. "Aww didja 'hink some chick stole ya best friend a second there?" Because he couldn't let Casey keep some dignity here. "Aww poor Case ya really 'hat lonely?".okay that's enough.

Moving the more gently tap his knuckles against Casey's stomach. "

Cool its Case 'his why ya shouldn' think dummy." He moves to lean back to prech against the back of the couch. Thinking over the last remark as he looks them over a moment. "But nah ya ain't jus' my friend Casey. Ya aint jus' anyone ta me" He considers this a moment he's still unsure about that other night. "Ya my best friend afta all."

When Casey, he claimed he might love him and even kissed him. They acted like it never happened and try as Raphael did he just couldn't tell if that was a drunken mistake or a ture confession. Of course. He hoped the latter but.

"Ya 'ight friend especially one's 'ike us should. There is someone 'hat caught my eye." He wishes he could tell them. "But I dunno 'bout 'em. Hard ta tell how they feel. Sometimes I 'hink they might others?" He shrugs his shoulders. "But there is someone I jus' don' wanna screw anything up there." He looks up at Casey of course he dosent expect them to get the hint. "Cause they ain't just anyone ta me. Guess that makes me a tad scares to act." He moves away from the couch now moving to pip his neck and slam a fist into his open plam.

"But nuff 'bout feelings an' shit. Wanna get outta 'ere? I wanna test out my ride been messin' wit' her some more an' I know 'll have yous eattin' my dust now for sure."

[mrfahrenheit92]

[lifejustgotawkward]

365 Day Movie Challenge (2017) - #311: Lucky (2017) - dir. John Carroll Lynch

Legendary character actor Harry Dean Stanton capped his career with one last transcendent performance in Lucky, an introspective dramedy that honors its ninety-year-old protagonist with a showcase that is simple, unaffected and moving. Lucky (Stanton) is a World War II veteran who lives a bare-bones existence in a small Southwest town, a place where the vistas are not unlike those seen in an earlier masterpiece starring Stanton, Paris, Texas (1984). Over the course of a few days in Lucky’s life, we see him interact with friends and foes alike, including rakishly dressed senior citizen Howard (David Lynch), life insurance salesman Bobby Lawrence (Ron Livingston), married barflies Elaine and Paulie (Beth Grant and James Darren), diner owner Joe (Barry Shabaka Henley), Dr. Christian Kneedler (Ed Begley Jr., in a role reminding me a lot of when he played a physician on “Portlandia”), fellow WWII vet Fred (Tom Skerritt), waitress Loretta (Yvonne Huff) and bodega clerk Bibi (Bertila Damas).

The screenplay by Drago Sumonja and Logan Sparks was obviously tailor-made for Harry Dean Stanton, whose character often mentions his recollections of growing up in Kentucky, clearly autobiographical tidbits from Stanton’s own upbringing; Lucky’s atheism and his other philosophical musings were probably directly influenced by Stanton’s beliefs as well. The story moves slowly, perhaps too slowly for some viewers, but for anyone who knows and appreciates Stanton and the many wonderful characters that populate the cast, Lucky is a gem. The film’s beautiful performances - including a bravura monologue by David Lynch’s character about his abiding love for his pet tortoise, and a scene set in a diner in which Stanton and Tom Skerritt compares WWII stories, a poignant moment reminiscent of a similar scene in David Lynch’s The Straight Story - and the cinematography by Tim Suhrstedt create a compelling portrait of a one-of-a-kind man. Thanks for the memories, Harry Dean - there was no one else like you.