𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹 / 𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗

harriet fox, 33, reporter. I don't know what you've been told, Or what they say about me. I never give up, or give it a rest. I ain't got time to worry about a mess, and I'm kinda getting tired of dealing with all of your stress.

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cary-reynolds:

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Cary’s reassuring words brought a grin to Harriet’s face as she let out a breathy sigh and allowed herself to relax into their position, all too familiar with the man’s touch. It was always easy and straight to the point when it came to Cary, and Harriet was glad it was that way because it ensured that neither party would get too involved. Not that she even dared to believe Cary was capable of such a thing, much less herself.

Her eyes darkened as she pulled away from his hold only to aid along the way, removing her shirt with one quick movement before reaching for both of Cary’s hands. “You tell me, Reynolds.” Harriet made sure he had a good grasp of her when she placed his hands on both her breasts, teasing him with an obviously mischievous look on her face. The dude had lost a big one, and she figured the least she could was make him feel like a winner. “Tell me what you want.” Harriet ended up closing the gap between them with her lips, hands falling back to her side.

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sommerstessa:

“Just a short article on the new hotel, The Regal Inn? I interviewed the owner a few weeks ago, so I’m editing and revising and putting the finishing touches on it all before I post it,” Tessa explained, her eyes landing on the sign at the entrance to the restaurant that said “seat yourself” in blue chalk. She scanned the room, finding an empty booth in the back of the restaurant and an empty high-top by the bar. Turning to Harriet, she gestured to each. “Your pick,” she insisted. “But I know exactly what you mean,” Tessa continued their previous conversation, “I’m happy to be back here, but I think I’m going to have to keep traveling to stay sane. Not as often and not for as long of a duration as I used to, but something, at least. What about you? How’s your work?”

Harriet nodded along as Tessa went on, unable to stop herself from inputing a quick remark about how she’d heard about the place. “What’s your verdict on it then?” She questioned, “Hit or miss?” She easily got distracted by given the choice to pick their seats, in the end going for the high tops— a casual enough choice. Empty handed, Harriet sighed heavily as she led them to their seats and took her seat, shrugging. “I have a serious case of writers block going on at the moment.” Harriet confessed with an ease she wouldn’t normally allow herself to let out into the world. “So writing wise I’ve hit a wall. Reporter wise? Catch me at 5 a’clock talking about some seriously boring events going on at the library. You need any free excel classes? I’ve got all the details.” Her words laced with sarcasm shamelessly, just like the grin that pulled at her face. 

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spencerbayer:

“I don’t know, Harriet – can you?” Spencer further challenged. The two had partied together in college, especially when the two of them were on better terms – or dating. During that time, it had always been fun, so he definitely expected her to be able to get those body shots done. But as she spoke up again, it was his turn to roll his eyes. “Somethin’ better? Better than free drinks?” A chuckle slipped past his lips, his eyes focused on her now. “Like what?”

"What are you, five?” Harriet was quick on her toes, as always, when it came to Spencer. Crossing her arms against her chest with ease, Harriet eye the group of people one last time before turning to face Spencer with a skeptical look on her face. “I don’t know.” She shrugged as she thought about it, drinks obviously sounding more than appealing but short termed and overused. “You could always do my chores for a week. Laundry, car work, proofreading article, you know- the good stuff.”

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ft. @brookscameron​

Being on a college campus made Harriet feel both old and young at the same time, the blonde able to appreciate the good memories that came popping up every now and then but also able to recognize the obvious differences. Things had just changed- as were expected, but at least she was happy with the content she’d gathered after interviewing one of the professors, now all she had to do was sit down and actually write it all out.

Distracted by her phone as soon as she left the professor’s office, Harriet made her way through campus for a good two minutes before she was stopped by a group of students stepping out of their class. Stopping in her tracks, she let the last couple of kids walked past her before moving her feet again, letting her phone fall back into her purse. Smiling politely at what she thought was the the last student before pushing forward, Harriet frowned to herself for a moment and before she knew it she was turning on her heel and at a loss for words. Her mouth was open but no words came out when she stared right at Cameron, but soon a breathy laugh escaped past her lips. “Holy shit.” She didn’t put much thoughts into her words after that, “Cameron Brooks. As I live and breathe. In the flesh.”

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blakestvens:

Blake did her best to ignore the other one. She rolled her eyes as she watched the board in an attempt to peer at the two numbers that she needed. When she shot the first dart, she had already known she’d lost. In fact, she knew that her opponent was aware by the way she jumped around and threw it in her face. “You’re an asshole,” the girl said as she threw the other dart that bounced off the board and landed on the ground. “Fine, fine. I’m going to suck it up and try to be the biggest person out of the two which isn’t actually going to be hard. So, what do you want to drink?”

"Better than being a sore loser.” Harriet was quick to strike back, that smirk of hers still in full effect even as she shrugged in what was supposed to be an innocent way. She helped by stepping back and picking up the missed darts, giving them by hand to one of the other people who wanted to try their own luck that night. “Come on then,” Harriet motioned her to follow, taking a second to pull up her jeans as she lead the way to the bar. “Are shots too adventurous or just right for this night? Thoughts?”

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lucybethbarton:

“Nurse, yeah,” Lucy chuckled, nodding along to the woman’s assumptions about her sleeping schedule. Her circadian rhythm had been out of wack for a good eight years now, and even on vacations it was crazy difficult for her to get herself on a normal schedule to be able to hang out with her family. Nodding again in response to her question, she explained, “I’m switching over to day shifts. I’m starting to get too old for working nights.”

Harriet had resorted to blowing on her drink from the opening in the lid in order to try and take a go at it, not disappointed when she managed to successfully not burn herself like her counterpart had earlier. Licking her lips, she couldn’t help but make a face at the assumption that the blonde was getting old- shaking her head. “Oh, come on.” She pointed at her with the same hand she held her cup of coffee. “Thirty, flirty, and thriving, right? Anything over 30 is the new 20′s. I promise you.”

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sommerstessa:

Tessa had to giggle at the look on Harriet’s face when she practically shoved the candle in front of her. Her eyes fell to the candle in Harriet’s hand, realizing then that they’d had the same idea. Great minds think alike, and although Tessa was curious what the blonde’s chosen candle smelled like, she became easily distracted by the mention of wine. Wiggling her eyebrows, Tessa set the candle down on the stand where she first found it and let out a hmmm, eyes glancing around the store, standing on her tippy-toes as if that would give her a better view. “Not that I can see here, but-” she paused, eyes quickly darting to the store across the lane. “There!” Tessa exclaimed, finger extending to point towards the location. A little cafe, offering wine with meat and cheese boards as accompaniments. What could be better? “C’mon, split some baked brie with me,” she insisted, linking arms with the other woman and tugging her towards the cafe.

Harriet mimicked the brunette and started taking a look around for herself, at least until Tessa beat her to it and found a place for the two of them. “Where?” She looked aimlessly until finally landing her eyes on the location across, her eyes instantly falling on their menu preview. Perfect. Harriet smiled as she focused back on Tessa, going easily along with her when the other linked their arms together. “Don’t mind if I do.” She mused aloud, feeling the calmest she had the whole week as the two walked across in a short period of time. “Are you working on anything good right now, by the way?” The blonde’s curiosity got the best of her, turning her head towards Tessa just as they reached the place. “As much as I love being local, I gotta say this town’s a little bland for me sometimes.” She admitted.

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spencerbayer:

PRAVDA NIGHT CLUB, DOWNTOWN

Body shots. You either love them, or hate them. In Spencer’s case, he used to love them, hated them now. As, probably, every other person that had been to at least one frat party during college. There was some sort of party going on to his right – whether it was a bachelor party, or something else, he didn’t know. But it sure as hell was fun to watch. “All drinks on me if you somehow manage to get them to do a body shot off of you.”

Spencer’s challenge was obviously intriguing, but the fact that it was coming from the younger of Bayer’s only made the blonde roll her eyes. “You say that as if I wouldn’t be able to achieve that.” She easily replied to him, glancing over to her side at him. Somehow they always seem to end up next to each other watching some stupid thing unravel in front of them. “You’ve got to offer something better than drinks, man.”

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blakestvens:

Blake eyed the dart board hesitantly as she stepped up to the line scratched into the bar floor. Somehow, she’d convinced someone to play a game she hadn’t even known the rules to, and decided to up the ante with a bet. Perhaps she was foolish, or simply trying to shake some luck out of a boring night. Nonetheless, they were pretty even by her half-assed calculations. “So, what’s our bet again?” The brunette peered over her shoulder to her patron. “If I win, you buy the next three rounds and if I lose, I buy them?” While it wasn’t a big deal if she bought the next few rounds, the sore loser in her was saying otherwise. “Now step back, you’re distracting me.” Whether true or not, she was only trying to buy herself some time. “Fuck — we should have played pool instead.”

Bottle of beer languidly at hand, Harriet eyed the dart board as Blake prepped in position, the blonde completely convinced that there was no way the brunette was better at it than her. “Or you could always just buy the next round before making a fool of yourself and call it a day.” She chimed in response to Blake’s question, instigating her out of pure amusement. Harriet shook her head as she laughed softly and took a drag from her bottle, eyes on the board as she watched the scene unravel in front of her; satisfied at the sight of the missile missing. “Yes!” Harriet had no trouble rubbing it in people’s faces when she was right, and it was no different as she walked around Blake with a shit eating grin on her face. “Don’t fool yourself, you would have lost that too. Now congratulations, you get to buy me a drink. A real drink, which I desperately need.” 

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clayxbayer:

At her joke, Clay shook his head and let out a chuckle. “Unfortunately we don’t have any vodka on us. Police officers are more coffee drinkers, pretty stereotypical I know.” He replied then flipped a few patties on the grill. “I can get you a burger now and maybe that vodka later.”

"I think the word you meant to say was boring.” Harriet couldn’t stop herself from correcting Clay, her words hypocritical considering she herself was an avid fan of coffee. She brought her cup up to her lips to take another drink of water as she sighed out of weariness, Clay’s offer finally something she could say she found interesting. “Don’t make any promises you can’t keep, Bayer. But I will gladly take that burger.”

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sommerstessa:

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Tessa had always admired Harriet’s work from afar, watching the woman on the news whenever she could. It was important that she stay up-to-date with American politics while abroad, and she always found Harriet’s candor appealing. It drew her in and kept her coming back for more. The fact that she was a powerful woman did’t hurt, either. But becoming friends with the woman was better than she could have imagined. The two had loads in common and were never falling short of topics for conversation. On this particular day, Tessa had been more than excited to see Harriet while browsing the boutiques at the Cotton Exchange. It was a place that both reminded her of home and of abroad at the same time, mainly because of the random array of items to be found. “Oh my gosh, this one smells amazing,” Tessa squealed, holding a light blue candle up to Harriet. The label read “Unwined by the Sea,” the name of the shop, and beneath that, “Ocean Mist,” the name of the scent. The gimmick was that all of the candles came in wine bottles and Tessa was absolutely loving it.

The overpowering smell of dozens if not hundreds of candles was only a tad bit overwhelming as Harriet reached for not only one, but as many as she could as she browsed through the vicinity— visibly frowning whenever she disliked one. Somehow she and Tessa had ended up in there but the blonde had no regrets, finding their little adventure both amusing and a good way to spend her time. For as long as Harriet had known Tessa, the two had kept in touch, easy to stray away from one another due to their similar and traveling jobs. The relationship that had grown between the two was low maintenance though, and that was something that Harriet really liked. Nothing like another journalist to understand each other’s line of work. “This smells like my nana’s place, holy shit.” Harriet had turned towards Tessa with the full intention of making her smell the candle in her hand but was quickly distracted with Tessa’s own candle, gracefully sniffing the offered candle when placed in front of her. It smelled like... home, and it wasn’t surprising given that she lived right next to the beach. “Do you think they’ve got real wine somewhere around here?” She mused aloud after taking a step back, placing back the candle in its place. “I mean, these bottles didn’t get empty by themselves.” Harriet chuckled as she teased the other.

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Holden ↔  ⭐ Wonder Twin ⭐

HOLDEN: I'm not kidding.

HOLDEN: I'M SORRY!! I was going to tell you in person but I got too impatient. I honestly just decided this like, TWENTY MINUTES AGO

HOLDEN: Are you busy tonight? I need to figure out HOW i'm going to do this before I go.

HARRIET: Never busy for you.

HARRIET: Just tell me the time and place.

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lucybethbarton:

Chuckling, Lucy reached out to take the cup with her name on it. “That would be mine,” she doubled checked the name before taking a timid sip from the cup to check the temperature. “Shit, that’s hot,” she mumbled. It hadn’t quite burned her tongue, but it was definitely still too hot to enjoy. “Long night for me too, but hopefully my last night shift at the hospital for a while.”

Just like Lucy, Harriet took a moment to read her cup- making sure one last time that the drink was hers just for good measure. Learning from what she could see, Harriet didn’t instantly drink from her coffee like she usually would but instead waited. “Well, you’re a--” The blonde took a moment to look at the woman’s scrubs and quickly came up with an assumption, “nurse or something, right? Your sleeping hours and practically non-existent.” She joked, knowing well how hard it could be to get a snooze while on the job; not first hand of course, but Holden was quite a good story teller when he wanted to be. It wasn’t until a beat later that she processed her words again, looking at her inquisitively. “Last night?” 

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clayxbayer:

With summer around the corner and the weather looking bright, Clay decided to take full advantage. Everyone loved a barbecue and at barbecues, people talked, which was exactly what he wanted. He had his case involving the Dark Skulls to solve and in order to do so, he needed information. To get that info he set up a ‘welcome spring’ bbq hosted by the local police station. It also allowed him to run into old faces since he was a Wilmington native. While he was managing the grill, he sensed someone come up beside him which is when he asked, “burger or hot dog?”

Cup of water in hand, Harriet mingled with some other locals for what felt like hours, completely bored out of her mind after hearing story after story about someone’s grandson and granddaughters and their great achievements. Had she not been worried about being cordial the event, she would have left a long time ago but as it was she wanted something new to write about and what better place than a barbecue hosted at the police station. She knew some of the guys and some of the guys knew her too, which was both a good a bad thing: they’d be nice of her but also wary, knowing her cunning methods. Ultimately, she resulted to heading straight to the apparent designated chef— far from satisfied with what she was heard so far. “Burger.” She answered Clay’s question distractedly, focusing on something across from her beyond giving the other her full attention. “And vodka if you have any.” The blonde half-joked, sulking on her cup of water. Damn kid friendly things. 

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owensfitzpatrick:

He liked a woman who didn’t waste any time — and, perhaps, he would have been much more turned-on by it had it not been for the mission at hand. Not to say that he wasn’t having the least bit of fun, but it was difficult for him to look past the fact that this was Holden’s sister, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. With a wry smirk, he walked in front of her towards the doors to the building, barely glancing over his shoulder to see if she was following, and before he knew it they were inside of the apartment him and his brother shared.

Thank god the other male was gone, because Fitz wasn’t planning on being quiet for his sake. Discarding his leather jacket on the faux-leather couch that had was set up in the living room, he let out a breath and turned back to face the blonde. “What was it you said down there?” Fitz quirked an eyebrow, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair behind her eat. He lightly bit his lower lip, gaze finally locking with her own with no intention of pulling away. “Game time?”

Harriet followed Owen quietly then, taking a moment to look at their surroundings. She’d never been to his place or knew if he was well off or anything, and frankly was looking for the best way out once she was done with the deed of making a fool out of him. In no time, she found herself inside his apartment where she noticed two things: 1) It smelled like men, and 2) Was quite clean for a place that, again, smelled like men.

What she really wanted to say to him was ‘Showtime’, but instead she swallowed her words, noticing the look in his eyes. No turning back now. “Mmhm.” Harriet hummed in response, approaching him slowly and following suit by removing her own jacket, letting it fall where Owen’s had. “Game time.” She repeated although was barely really audible as she closed the gap between the two and firmly placed a hand on Owen’s neck, pulling him towards her until their lips met. Maybe it was the adrenaline or that tension finally breaking, but Harriet kissed him deeply, her other hand reaching to pull at the neck of his shirt. 

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lucybethbarton:

It had been a relatively calm night in the ER, and - thankfully - Lucy’s last night shift for the foreseeable future. She hadn’t told anyone about how far her plans had gotten with graduate school, partly because if her mother wasn’t the first person to know she’d never make it that far. But sitting in the coffee shop in her scrubs, laptop open and looking at the classes she was probably going to be starting in September… She couldn’t help but smile a little. The smile only got wider when she finally heard her name called to pick up her coffee from the counter. Head in the clouds, she barely even noticed that she bumped into someone as she tried to hurry to the counter. “I am so sorry, excuse me…”

If Harriet wasn’t writing or hunting for a story, one could find her preying after her brothers and— frankly— annoying the hell out of them. It’s what sisters did, after all, and as far as Harriet was concerned she was merely following tradition. That’s exactly what she found herself doing that night after giving Holden a quick visit only to come empty handed. At first she was disappointed, not because she didn’t find him but because her instincts had been wrong about his whereabouts but she quickly got over it. Her twin-radar must have simply been off after spending six hours on her last article, duh. Before heading off though, Harriet stopped by the coffee shop in hunt for a quick recharge for the long night ahead of her, waiting patiently until her name was spoken and was quickly followed by another. Making her way back to the counter, she cursed under her breath when she bumped into someone else but quickly apologized— grabbing one of the drinks on the counter and regretting it, noticing she had reached for the wrong one by the name on the cup. “Shit.” She repeated her previous curse, “Uh, Lucy?” Harriet laughed slightly sheepishly as she reached for the other cup and directed the other one at the blonde’s direction. “Sorry about that. Long night.”