* BUILT FOR IT.

baby / miles. cassandra pressman. jo wilson. luke crain.

[raelynnnix]

[ventimigrillo]

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painfled‌:

          𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋.    give  this  post  a  like  for  a  starter  !  reply  with  either  jo  wilson  (  grey’s  anatomy  )  or  baby  (  baby  driver  )  for  who  you’d  like  one  from  &  be  sure  to  include  which  muses  of  yours  you  want  me  to  write  the  starter  for.  you  can  choose  one,  both,  or  as  many  as  you  want.

UPDATE  :  i’ve  added  luke  crain  (  haunting  of  hill  house  )  and  cassandra  pressman  (  the  society  ),  so  if  you  want  starters  from  either  or  both  of  them,  too,  just  reply  or  message  me  !

[carterpeggy]

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          𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋.    give  this  post  a  like  for  a  starter  !  reply  with  either  jo  wilson  (  grey’s  anatomy  )  or  baby  (  baby  driver  )  for  who  you’d  like  one  from  &  be  sure  to  include  which  muses  of  yours  you  want  me  to  write  the  starter  for.  you  can  choose  one,  both,  or  as  many  as  you  want.

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imperscnal·:

  “ oh my ! you aura is absolutely vibrating, . . are you alright ? ” the misty toned witch couldn’t help it , since arriving she’d been trying to keep most of her cautionary tid - bits to herself . yet , she couldn’t help it , the color had been entirely too distracting to allow unrecognized. instead, she turned her head, as if to get a better look at the others surroundings. her eyebrows furrowed in confusion for the other before cautioning, “ i wouldn’t drive if i were you. four way stops while teetering on passage to the beyond can be extremely dangerous, if not  𝗙𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗟 . ”

          she  says  his  aura  vibrates   ––––   is  it  unlike  an  engine  revving  ?  baby  assumes  not  ,  mostly  because  that’s  the  only  interpretation  that  registers  in  his  mind.  head  cants  in  the  slightest,  eyes  following  her  gaze  as  it  moved  throughout  the  group  of  people  wandering  amidst  the  general  area.  attention  focused  on  reading  her  lips  as  her  voice  remained  drowned  out  behind  the  soft  muffle  of  allister’s  somewhere  on  fullerton  echoing  through  his  headphones  ;  one  hand  lifts  to  pluck  one  out.      ❛    i  gotta  drive.    ❜      the  warning  doesn’t  really  faze  him.  baby’s  nothing  without  his  wheels.      ❛    i’m  sorry,  i  don’t  think  i’m  following  …    ❜      tone  fades  out,  confusion  now  settling  on  usually  stoic  features.  

[overdramatictomylover]

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ethercvl·:

rowena had zero intentions of being nosy when she had entered the diner. but she could help it as she noticed the male sitting by himself. more in particular it was the idea that the male had the white cords hanging from his ears. “i asked what those were for?” the brunette spoke as she looked down at the male. she hadn’t realized that the other didn’t hear her to begin with the first time. 

          confusion  manifests  in  the  form  of  furrowed  brows.  at  first,  baby’s  unsure  of  what  she’s  asking  about,  mostly  because  knowing  what  headphones  are  is  common  knowledge  to  most  people.  jaw  falls  slack  as  he  thinks  for  a  moment,  then  his  hand  lifts  to  offer  her  one  of  the  earbuds.      ❛    you  listen  to  music  with  ‘em.    ❜      it’s  better  to  cooperate  rather  than  fire  questions  back.      ❛    here,  try  it.    ❜

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ofbrckenpasts·:

Michael nods after she answers his question. That was his main concern, right now all he wants is to make sure she stays that way. He understands that the injury isn’t as fatal as the ones he experienced at Blackwood, but he knows pain better than anyone else. He knows his kindness will probably get himself killed one day, but he highly doubts today will be that day. Before returning to the others need, he waits for her to get up and finish what she was doing prior. He does not want to become a bother this soon into helping her. “I could assist you in getting the band-aids and peroxide. Aiding others could be my specialty. It’s not yet but if you let me help you, it could become my specialty.” He teases, trying to make the situation that they are in more comfortable.

          she’s  dealt  with  worse.  jo  knows  something  minor  when  she  sees  it  ;  knows  when  it’s  time  to  call  it  quits  and  ask  for  help  elsewhere.  a  few  scrapes  wouldn’t  kill  her.  his  comment  catches  her  off - guard,  but  doesn’t  fail  to  make  her  laugh.  eyebrows  lift  momentarily,  small  smile  easing  its  way  onto  her  lips  before  jo  is  nodding  a  couple  times.      ❛    if  you  insist.  i  don’t  think  i  have  any  at  home,  which  is  …  really  ironic,  but  the  general  store  down  the  street  definitely  has  some.    ❜      being  an  aspiring  surgeon,  you’d  think  jo  would  have  it  all  figured  out  back  at  her  place   ––––   nope  !  there’s  barely  a  trace  of  any  kind  of  medical  supplies  if  you  dug  around  in  her  cabinets.  that  stuff  costs  too  much.      ❛    as  long  as  you’re  not  some  weird  serial  killer,  you  can  tag  along.    ❜

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bxautifulchaos‌:

(¸.• ♛ → “I was wondering if you wanted to order something.” She says, Beverly has been working here for like maybe some time just to save some money so she can always pay her studies, of course. “And don’t worry, if you need more time, it’s okay.”

          ❛    oh,  uh  …    ❜      a  menu  he’s  got  memorized  from  front  to  back  is  given  one  more  glance,  but  baby  never  really  decides  on  anything  more  than  something  simple.      ❛    water’s  fine  for  now.  thank  you.    ❜      his  gaze  meets  her  once  again,  stiff  nod  followed  by  a  close - lipped  smile  offered  before  he’s  handing  the  menu  to  her.  

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benevolentones‌:

an annoyed huff escaped from pink lips as she scanned the diner and its inhabitants, finding it to be completely full and that there was NOWHERE to sit. her hands were full with textbooks pressing up against her chest and desperate hues fell upon baby, “was just asking if you minded if i shared the table with you…” dominique gestured toward the bustling diner, “everywhere else is full and my arms are about to fucking fall off. i’ll buy you a milkshake or something! if you like those.”

          he’s  a  man  of  few  words.  baby  and  making  conversation  don’t  mesh  well,  even  when  someone  seemed  inclined  to  give  him  the  time  of  day.  hands  move  to  push  the  menu  out  of  the  way,  a  silent  gesture  for  her  to  set  the  books  down.  there’s  not  much  baby  is  good  at,  but  he  does  what  he  can  to  help.  not  a  single  bone  in  his  body  radiates  a  sense  of  harmful  intent.      ❛    oh,  that’s  fine.  it’s,  uh  …  it’s  on  me.  anything  you  want.    ❜      an  offer  tossed  out  into  the  air  ;  if  she  catches  it,  it’ll  be  a  success  in  his  eyes.  and,  not  to  brag,  but  he  usually  gets  offered  discounts  because  of  his  mom’s  previous  association  with  the  diner   ––––   nepotism  ,  huh  ?      ❛    what’re  you  studying  ?    ❜

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benevolentones‌:

“oh yeah? and whatya do?” he asked with the cock of his brow, smirk preying onto his lips when she bestows him the choice in preparing her a drink, “oh, prepare to be surprised!” ian lunges toward the melon liquer and vodka, mixing it together with other ingredients before presenting her with an iced rainbow beverage, “this is one of my favorites. it’s called the sour melon.”

          ❛    i’m  an  intern  at  the  hospital.    ❜      jo  nods  once,  head  canting  soon  afterwards  as  she  lets  out  a  short  laugh.      ❛    y’know,  saving  lives  and  all  that.    ❜      forearms  rest  upon  the  cool  surface  of  the  counter  as  she  watches  him  prepare  the  mystery  drink   ––––   and  the  presentation  doesn’t  disappoint  !  eyebrows  lift,  excitement  not  too  far  behind  as  the  brunette  takes  a  sip  of  the  drink  once  it’s  in  her  hand.      ❛    it’s  good.  i’m  sorry  i  don’t  have  $400  to  tip  you  for  it.    ❜

[inspiredoutfits529]

[davinafray]

[sharmans]

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          his  ignorance  isn’t  intentionally  meant  to  come  off  as  him  being  rude.  baby’s  just  used  to  keeping  to  himself.  given  a  second  shot  at  having  a  life  outside  of  jail  seems  to  be  a  blessing  in  disguise,  but  what  did  it  cost  ?  the  loss  of  everyone  he’s  close  to  ?  at  least  he  still  had  his  car   ––––   well,  and  weirdly  enough  …  the  diner  his  mom  used  to  work  at.  eyes  scan  the  menu,  even  though  he  never  really  has  the  tendency  to  order  anything,  before  he’s  glancing  up  at  whoever  had  approached  him.  plucking  a  single  headphone  out  of  his  ear,  the  driver  lifts  an  eyebrow  and  offers  an  apologetic  smile.      ❛    sorry.    ❜      it’s  nothing  more  than  a  mumble  as  his  head  shakes,  fingers  fidgeting  with  the  earbud  out  of  pure  habit.      ❛    what’d  you  say  ?    ❜

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fairvercna·:

     well that’s a hint that she’s talking to a muggle if she’s ever heard one. ❝ what ? don’t reckon i could be one ? ❞ tonks teases, her usual smirk crawling on her expression. ❝ it’s the hair, innit ? much more fairy than witch, huh ? ❞ let the record shows she knows that playing with fire is dangerous—it’s just so damn fun. ❝ sounds like you spend a lot of time on the south quarters of the island. just the other day, it was snowing up in the north—snowing ! in june ! ❞ tonks exhales a sigh as she shakes her head. it’s interesting, but merlin, this place is strange. ❝ i’ve grown quite used to the sun—doubt i could return home without it. ❞

          ❛    you  could  be  anything  you  want.    ❜      call  her  naive  and  close - minded,  but  jo  doesn’t  believe  in  fairytales.  how  could  she  ?  her  whole  world  was  a  nightmare,  even  on  the  good  days.      ❛    i  think  fairy  is  spot  on.    ❜      the  brunette  plays  along,  offering  a  smile  in  return  for  the  joking   ––––   she  appreciates  that  some  people  still  have  their  heads  screwed  on  right  and  a  sense  of  humor  to  match.      ❛    yeah,  i  don’t  really  …  stray  far  from  home.  some  places  around  here  freak  me  out.    ❜      she’s  oblivious  to  half  of  what  was  going  on,  or  maybe  jo  was  just  choosing  to  ignore  it.  they’ll  truly  never  know  for  sure.      ❛    where’s  home  for  you  ?    ❜      curiosity  is  sparked,  eyebrow  lifting  as  she  slowly  takes  a  seat  at  the  picnic  table.