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suggestion of a chuckle slipped through charlotte tilbury coated lips, if only for a second, the concept of her and roy actually devouring a bottle of something fizzy and expensive in her office perhaps not as far from reality as she might have once thought. "are you suggesting some sort of weekend at bernies-esque motivation technique? sounds like something out of a horror film. though, who am i to judge what might work." it was hardly her concern on the how of it all, however far-fetched and hypothetical it might be. head cocked to one side, brows coming together to add, "should i be worried for ted that there's a shovel in the boot of your car?"

"i'll nab a fucking bottle, then," roy practically encouraged. rarely the jokester, there was no part of him that wouldn't have been absolutely fucking committed to hearing rebecca's takedown of what was, surely, a well-deserving list of pricks. "ted's looking for new ways to motivate the team out on the pitch. nothing like some fucking corpses. i have a shovel in my trunk." it was a gardening shovel for mary in his yoga class. irrelevant.

#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— rebecca welton. #𝐯. 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐜𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬. ——— roy kent. #protagcnists

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give me back my girlhood it was mine first

Gleeful Paintbox Project 2.9: International Women’s Day ↳ quinn fabray + would’ve, could’ve, should’ve, as voted on by my followers (insp.)

#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— quinn fabray.

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𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬   →   accepting.

@cagedpotential : ❝ what can i say, veronica? i’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream. ❞

blonde couldn't help the burst of a laugh that pushed through her lips as eyes looked logan up and down, as if assessing exactly what the alleged daydream opted to wear. "are you sure that jacket is the epitome of a daydream?" she wasn't exactly a fashionista herself, but she couldn't help the urge to tease him at every chance she had. and he'd presented the perfect opportunity. "i think you might have the nightmare bit right, though." another sentence spoken in jest, evidenced by the way a sneak of a smile toyed at the corner of lips that threatened to upturn. "at least, i think that's what keith mars calls you when you're not around."

#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— veronica mars. #𝐯. 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥. ——— logan echolls. #cagedpotential

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if there was one thing that could motivate her to get out of the hospital, it was the promise of a decent meal. they were hard to find within the hospital cafeteria, and the number of hours they spent their meant that it wasn't all that often that samantha was able to indulge. and she was certain that she was to enjoy the time that she did have to do so. "david on a late shift tonight?" she asked, hands sliding into her coat pocket as she walked towards the elevator, preparing for the cooler air of the outside once they were to make it that far. "must be tricky, both of you balancing the demands of the job. hard to keep track of my own schedule at times, let alone someone else's."

just as he said he would, he went and grabbed his belongings from his attending locker. he made a pit stop where david was and promised him he would get him something to go.... so he can partake in the food also. before he knew it ten minutes had passed and he was at the spot by then, laughing at sam. ❛ oh really? better hurry then. ❜ he said, motioning to let her go first and he follows her to the elevator that takes them down to the hospital lobby. he puts on his gray hospital zip up and places his badge in the pockets of the garment.

#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— samantha griffith. #𝐯. 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐜𝐧𝐬. ——— patrick hadler. #surgcns

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"so what, every one of us has to fit into your assigned box and every moment in time?" though it was no secret that vivian lived up to every eldest daughter stereotype going. she was a people pleaser by nature, determined to make sure that she didn't ever run the risk of disappointing those around her. "i'm not old and pissy!" offence plastered across the eldest james's face, though even she knew that she didn't stand a great chance of arguing against the suggestion. "you could do something else with your time, taylor. you could do so much but instead you're too busy trying to be the party that you can't see your real potential." perhaps it was heading off to college and not being around to witness all of taylor's exploits that had her more encouraging than their other sisters might have chosen to be. "and what happens when you get bored of stripper aerobics and can't pay for the studio space any more? then who's going to bail you out? me?"

since roughly the age of four, taylor had struggled with a serious condition. whenever she engaged in conversations with vivian, her symptoms would flare up, sending her eyes rolling back into her head. she tried to fight it. tried to challenge herself to keep the eye rolls under a certain amount, from time to time, but it was never an easy task.

"oh, viv, the bearer of all the world's burdens!" taylor exaggerated. "you're fun now? uh-uh, that's my lane. haley's uptight, quinn's...well, who the fuck knows what quinn is." nothing she wouldn't say in front of their little sisters, of course. "and i'm the party." any member of the james-clan describing taylor as 'the party' almost certainly would have delivered the words steeped in sarcasm. but compared to her boring ass siblings? she had property rights over being the fun one. "old and pissy are still available, though," she teased.

her arms folded in front of her, a single eyebrow arching into her forehead. "what's so bad about making some money? do you know how many bored housewives are clamoring to get into my stripper aerobics class? i go in on this studio space, it's going to pay for itself. watch."

#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— vivian james. #𝐯. 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐜𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬. ——— taylor james. #protagcnists

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BROOKE DAVIS ↳ ONE TREE HILL 9x11

#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— brooke davis.

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taylor swift lyrics, the tortured poets department edition, part one

fortnight

▸ i was supposed to be sent away but they forgot to come and get me. ▸ i was a functioning alcoholic till nobody noticed my new aesthetic. ▸ no one here's to blame but what about your quiet treason? ▸ for a fortnight there, we were forever. ▸ i took the miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary. ▸ i love you, it's ruining my life. ▸ thought of calling you but you won't pick up.

the tortured poets department

▸ who uses typewriters anyway? ▸ you're in self-sabotage mode. ▸ we're modern idiots. ▸ you smoked then ate seven bars of chocolate. ▸ i chose this cyclone with you. ▸ sometimes i wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me. ▸ so tell me, who else is gonna know me? ▸ that's the closest i've come to my heart exploding.

my boy only breaks his favorite toys

▸ you should've seen them when they first got me. ▸ i only break my favourite toys. ▸ i should've known it was a matter of time. ▸ we could've played for keeps this time. ▸ i know i'm just repeating myself. put me back on my shelf. ▸ i'll tell you that [you/they] run because [you/they] love me. ▸ i knew too much. ▸ you saw forever so you smashed it up. ▸ once i fix me, you're gonna miss me. ▸ you took me out of my box, stole my tortured heart, left all these broken parts and told me i'm better off but i'm not.

down bad

▸ for a moment, i knew cosmic love. ▸ now i'm down bad, crying at the gym. ▸ everything comes out of teenage petulance. ▸ fuck it if i can't have [you/them]. ▸ i might just die, it would make no difference. ▸ i might just not get up, i might just stay down bad. ▸ fuck it, i was in love.

so long, london

▸ my spine split from carrying us up the hill. ▸ i stopped trying to make you laugh. ▸ how much sad did you think i had in me? ▸ i didn't opt in to be your odd man out. ▸ i'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free. ▸ you say i abandoned the ship but i was going down with it. ▸ my friends said it isn't right to be scared every day of a love affair. ▸ just how low did you think i'd go before i'd self-implode? ▸ you swore that you loved me but where were the clues? ▸ i'm just mad as hell 'cause i loved this place.

but daddy i love him

▸ i just learned these people only raise you to cage you. ▸ i just learned these people try and save you 'cause they hate you. ▸ they slammed the door on my whole world. the one thing i wanted. ▸ you should see your face. ▸ no i'm not coming to my senses. ▸ i know [you/they]'re crazy but [you/they]'re the one i want. ▸ all my plans were laid. ▸ growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all. ▸ i'll tell you something right now, i'd rather burn my whole life down than listen to one more second of all this bitching and moaning. ▸ i'll tell you something about my good name, it's mine alone to disgrace. ▸ i don't cater to all these vipers dressed in empath's clothing. ▸ god save the most judgmental creeps who say they want what's best for me. ▸ you ain't gotta pray for me if all you want is gray for me. then it's just white noise and it's just my choice. ▸ scandal does funny things to pride but brings lovers closer. ▸ fuck 'em, it's over. ▸ time, doesn't it give some perspective?

fresh out the slammer

▸ fresh out the slammer, i know who my first call will be to. ▸ handcuffed to the spell i was under, for just one hour of sunshine. ▸ years of labor, locks and ceilings, in the shade of how [they were] feeling. ▸ it's gonna be alright, i did my time. ▸ as i said in my letters, now that i know better, i will never lose my baby again. ▸ my friends tried but i wouldn't hear it, watched me daily disappearing. ▸ ain't no way i'm gonna screw up, now that i know what's at stake here.

florida!!!

▸ you can beat the heat if you beat the charges too. ▸ they said i was a cheat, i guess it must be true. ▸ this city reeks of driving myself crazy. ▸ little did you know, your home's really only a town you're just a guest in. ▸ i'm barricaded in the bathroom with a bottle of wine. ▸ well, me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time. ▸ yes, i'm haunted but i'm feeling just fine. ▸ all my girls got their lace and their crimes. ▸ i did my best to lay to rest all of the bodies that have ever been on my body. ▸ i've got some regrets, i'll bury them in florida. ▸ tell me i'm despicable, say it's unforgivable. ▸ love left me like this and i don't want to exist.

#𝐢. 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— memes.

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"six months is like a decade when it comes to working here." sam offered in jest, a hint of a laugh behind her words. she liked to think that way at least, but she had been running around the hospital for almost as long as she could remember thanks to her parents having worked there. hard to shake something that almost felt like it was a part of her. "besides, you found your feet pretty quickly here. you haven't struggled, have you?" there was genuine concern from the brunette, her rise up the ranks in the hospital hadn't deterred her from making sure that everyone was able to succeed within the four walls, not just those who had been there for years on end. "besides, we're a good bunch of people. for the most part, anyway. so they should have your back as much as i do."

"I would hope not," Adri answers, finding it fun to play along. In truth, she is still getting used to this. Her Navy deployments gave her a certain casualness that doesn't easily translate to civilian hospitals. Shifts at the Navy hospital between hospitals certainly reminded her of this, but there's no welcome relief of another deployment to balm the sting of frustration with procedures and policy. Adri did her four years; she's out now.

"You forget I'm still new here," she reminds the other after a bite of the croissant. Adri brushes away the few crumbs that land on her scrubs. Oh well. If she cared about how she looked, at work at least, she would've chosen another profession that didn't leave her frequently in other's bodily fluids.

"But I guess," Adri concedes. "six months is long enough to get the gist." It wasn't the job that she sometimes struggled with, but the people. Story of her life.

#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— samantha griffith. #𝐯. 𝐟𝐲𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬. ——— adriana diaz. #fyrewalks

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being out in the field, actually putting an unsub in handcuffs, was only a small part of their job in reality. ensuring that they were put away for the longest period of time possible, that the case was so strong that they weren't going to be back on the streets by lunchtime –– that was the real art. and part of that was presentation. it was how they, as agents, as a unit, came across to those in the room that could really sway an outcome, no matter the hard evidence that had been forward. he'd seen that enough times over the course of his career, but as an agent and in the courtroom. "it's all crucial. but you'd be surprised how much their perception of you recounting the case can influence the outcome." his tone was metered, careful. it wasn't a criticism to prentiss, not by a long shot. rather, a considered suggestion to ensure that they all got the outcome that they were gunning for. "aruba has never been my scene." a veiled joke from the unit chief, though no sign of a sense of humour crossed his face. "would you like me to send you off to acting classes, prentiss?" he asked, a deflection of his own from her probing questions.

saltburn prompts — accepting

@mastermicd: ❛ it's not what you argue but how. ❜ emily prentiss + aaron hotchner

for anyone that knew her, possibly even tangentially, it would be unsurprising to learn that this was not the first time emily prentiss had been counseled on her delivery. since the time words formed inside of her mouth, she had received copious amounts of feedback. too loud. too hostile. not enough grace. wait, too much grace. she dared to exist as a woman — a woman with a badge and a gun, oddly enough — so her words and her demeanor were obviously up for critique.

the unfortunate part, though, was that hotch wasn't a random suit with a furrowed brow. he was someone she had come to trust. someone whose opinion did not fly in one in ear and out out the other. how could it? he was also her boss.. "you sure about that one? the what seems crucial." emily questions, opting to deflect rather than focus on his advice. "morgan is pretty convincing. doesn't mean i'm about to drop my savings on a time share in aruba." she wonders, for a moment, if his hitting up of the team had included hotch. "i always forget you were a prosecutor. is that where you picked that up? oh! did they make you take any of those acting classes?"

#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— aaron hotchner. #𝐯. 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐜𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬. ——— emily prentiss. #protagcnists

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at least there was comfort to be found in the arms of a best friend, brooke thought to herself. if you'd told her a year ago that she and haley would be as close as they were now, she'd have laughed in disbelief –– but in the here and now, she wasn't sure what she'd have done without her. even if the topic of conversation was someone as equally as close to haley as she was these days, there was always some wisdom to be found in her words. regardless of the solemn expression that had etched itself into brooke's features, the comment about a certain chris keller couldn't stop a laugh from bubbling up and out of her. "oh god, you're spending way too much time with that guy. maybe you need a chris keller-ectomy." hand came to wipe carefully at her cheeks as more chuckles filled the air, the brunette finally forcing herself to sit herself up a little taller, as if quite literally pulling herself together. "you've done enough already. and you have your own stuff going on, the last thing you need is even more of mine on your plate. do you want me to go and talk some sense into nathan? i can't promise it'll work, but i can pretty annoying, hard to say no to at times ––"

if haley's heart wasn't broken before, it sure was now, the defeat in brooke's raspy voice making it impossible to resist the urge to wrap her up in a hug, do anything and everything to make her feel slightly better. ❝ i know, brooke, i know. ❞ tutor girl assures, as her hand strokes her friend's hair. there were no excuses to be made for lucas, other than being a dumb teenage boy who doesn't know what he wants, or, at the very least, doesn't know how to go about getting it. maybe he did love her, but haley was starting to think that, maybe, if it hurt brooke this bad over and over again, it wasn't enough. SOMETIMES, THE BEST THING FOR EVERYONE IS TO LET GO. and if haley was considering that possibility, she was sure brooke had gone over it many other times.

❝ yeah, everyone except nathan. don't get me wrong, he's worth the wait, and i'm trying to be patient, but i guess that should i stay or should i go dilemma is more common than you'd think. even amongst the most apparently star-crossed of couples. i don't know if that helps or not, but i'm afraid it's all the wisdom this honor student slash regretful rockstar can offer you. ❞ it was only a second later it hit her that she'd referred to herself in the third person (kind of), and haley immediately shrieked at the thought, ❝ great, now i'm starting to talk like chris keller ― please, kill me now. ❞ haley hoped her embarrassment got yet another subtle smile out of her, as that's how she was going to measure her worth tonight, in the number of times she got br.ooke d.avis to smile. freshman haley would've had a blast watching that. ❝ is there anything i can do to help? maybe try and talk to lucas about this? ❞

#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— brooke davis. #𝐯. 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥. ——— haley james. #cagedpotential

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Selena Gomez As Mabel Mora In “Only Murders In The Building” (2021―)

#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— mabel mora.

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daniella could be oblivious to the world around her at times –– too focused on the task on the screen in front of her to notice if a gorilla came in and started talking to her. but they each had their strengths, she supposed. daniella's just came in the form of lines and lines of code, and slipping through digital walls that were desperate to keep people like her away from critical information. "guess that's why you're you, and i'm the computer girl." she offered with a smirk, shoulders lifting in a playful shrug. "look at you, listening to the sorts of things i tell you. didn't know you paid that much attention to me, ryan. i'm flattered." she teased, hands folding under her chin as she admired the work on her computer screen for a moment, before turning to the other. "you need more help from me?"

saltburn prompts — accepting

@mastermicd: ❛ you really do notice everything don't you? ❜ ryan abara + daniella sanchez

an advantage? a curse? the jury was still out on that one. possessing a keen eye and a talent for perception was certainly useful. that was, until you become a witness to something you wish you hadn't seen. "that's the job, isn't it?" ryan answers, matter-of-factly. "any investigator worth their salt has to be aware of their surroundings. of the little details. people aren't always so...forthcoming when given the opportunity. but you must know that, right? digital footprints are probably just as revealing."

#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— daniella sanchez. #𝐯. 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐜𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬. ——— ryan abara. #protagcnists

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"oh i think it would be a new york times best seller." brooke always did like to give off the appearance that she had a lot more faith in herself than perhaps she did underneath the surface. "not that i'm doing great in that department. but i guide for 'what not to do', that could be the real hit." the idea was running away with her before she had the chance to try and reign it in –– but she'd always been that way. often, it was a hard thing to try and get her to stop whatever it was that she was trying to achieve, be it real or hypothetical. "peyton sawyer, don't talk about yourself like that." if there was one thing the brunette could do, it was do her best to hype up her best friend. "just because you might have picked a slightly wrong choice before, doesn't mean that it's all you have. what's that fairytale about kissing frogs until you find a prince? you're just looking for a prince." she confirmed, with a look on her face that said i told you so. "but maybe you could try looking outside of your usual spots."

❛❛  the  brooke  davis  guide  to  dating  totally  has  a  ring  to  it   i'm  sure  you'll  be  bringing  those  book  stores  some  much  needed  business  since  everyone  will  be  wanting  the  brooke  davis  advice.  i'm  sure  of  that  much.  but see. this is also why i have the perks of calling you my best friend because i can just get that advice in person. ❜❜  peyton  responded  in  a  joking  tone  of  voice.  this  was  brooke  davis  that  they  were  talking  about  here.  she  was  one  of  the  only  people  that  she  knew  that  could  make  whatever  she  wanted  happen.  if  she  did  make  a  book?  peyton  would  be  first  in  line  to  get  a  copy.  even  if  it  was  her  best  friend  giving  advice  about  boys  in  it.  maybe  there  was  something  she  could  learn.  .  .  if  she  hasn't  already.  ❛❛  wide  open  and  also  filled  with  drama  and  complicating  situations.  look  at  who  i've  been  with  in  the  past.  something  tells  me  i  don't  exactly  pick  the  best  people.  i  mean,  sure.  i  can  see  what  else  is  out  there  but  who  knows?  there's  only  one  of  two  ways  it  could  really  go  for  me.  ❜❜ 

#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— brooke davis. #𝐯. 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐝𝐮𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥. ——— peyton sawyer. #subduedrebel

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dry laughter lifted from the older agent, his dig about high school clearly landing where he had intended for it to, given the flying paper through the air at his direction. "oh come on, it's not exclusion." morgan leaned back so far in his chair that he was all but testing it's durability, for anyone else might not have trusted it to support them at that far back. "you've got to let it happen naturally. or else you'll end up with something forced, after a cartoon or something. like kermit. you want me to call you kermit?"

she gasps in mock offense, tossing a balled up piece of paper at him. ' don't call me high school, you jock. ' she says, as though she wasn't on her high school baseball team. there's a grin itching to appear on her lips. ' i suppose so, but a girl starts to feel excluded after a while. '

#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— derek morgan. #𝐯. 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟​​. ——— odette barlowe. #rebuiltmyself

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SHIRI APPLEBY as RACHEL GOLDBERG UNREAL — 3.08, Recurrent

#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— rachel goldberg.

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𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.   →   accepting.

@castlesfallen : ❝ fair ? how is any of this fair ?! ❞

"you're right. you're right." it wasn't often that she'd so easily concede to a statement like that, but this situation was a rarity in and of itself. one that had addison herself wondering privately just how fair it was, on all those involved. but they were the doctors, they had to do everything they could, and hold it together as much as possibly. "but if you're going to stay on my service, you need to lower your voice." words came slightly more stern, this time. "because it's not your job to question what's fair in this world. it's your job to everything you can to make sure these babies make it through the night, every last one of them."

#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— addison montgomery. #𝐯. 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧. ——— alex karev. #castlesfallen

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one thing was for certain, at least she could appreciate logan's honesty when it came to the real motive behind the questions that were being put to her. the last thing peyton wanted was to be mislead, and then likely subsequently misquoted on a topic she wasn't even certain she was talking about. "so you really know better than to be asking about it, don't you?" light expression of her own danced across her face –– knowing better, and doing it anyway, was part of what made journalists good at what they did. by her observations, at least.

"just a coffee?" this time, peyton was asking the questions. "i find it really hard to believe that it might truly be a no strings attached caffeine fix." fingers tapped lightly on the desk in front of her, body leaning back in her chair as she considered the offer, actually considered it. "fine. but the second i get a hint of strings, i'm out of there. deal?"

journalist. the dream job once scribbled across pages of her spiral bound notebook. the only suitable destination for a little, nosy kid, equipped with an insatiable curiosity and propensity for asking pestering questions. but what no one ever mentioned was the red carpet treatment such a career could provide. the way some looked at her with the same distinction as someone who had 'enemy' tattooed on their forehead.

logan pressed her lips together, turning her phone over in her hand until it was sandwiched between her palms, lacking the need for notes when there was a brick wall of resistance to smash through first. "admittedly, a bit of both," logan said, curling her mouth into a gentle smile. "i can understand the need for sensitivity and discretion, especially when there's an active investigation ongoing," she continued, unable to stop herself from teasing out a confirmation with an implication. "but i can assure you ms. charles, i'm not some beat reporter trying to pull a fast one on the DA before my six-o'clock deadline. i'm interested in the bigger picture when it comes to your office...getting my facts straight, that's all. let me buy you a coffee, hm? worst case scenario, free caffeine."

#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— peyton charles. #𝐯. 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐜𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬. ——— logan levy. #protagcnists