"You alright?""She's kinda hot.""I think you should hit me.""What the hell!""Pft,""Oh my god, no!"“What were you dreaming about…? You were shouting…”“There’s really nobody here, okay? Do you need me to show you around to prove that to you?”"That doesn't even make sense""It isn't up for debate""The door is over there" (Skyeward)
“You alright?”
"Yes I'm fine," Bullshit, she was lying but it was whatever. Not much she could do about it now. "It's fine, I'm fine and before you say it Jemma already beat you to it when she was stitching me up."
“She’s kinda hot.”
Skye scoffed turning to him for a moment before looking back at the woman in question. "No she's not, she's not that.. hot. Get your head back in the task at hand please Ward. We're not here to get you a girlfriend,"
“I think you should hit me.”
"You think I should... Hit you? You want me to hit you? Are you high or something?" Why would she need to hit him? Was this protocol or something because the only time she hit him was during training. "What did you do?"
“What the hell!”
"Shouldn't I be the one mad at you? Not vice versa? You're fucking May and I thought you were into me or something!" Oh yeah she knew. She knew an it wasnt hard to figure out. "Don't look at me like that either! We all live on one plane it's not hard to figure out you know."
“Pft.”
"Don't pft me, I got to say I told you so for once I'm using your lines now and I'm proud of myself."
“Oh my god, no!”
"You're so dramatic! It's fine I'm sure it's not that.. broken."
“What were you dreaming about..? You were shouting..”
The brunette ran a hand over her face wiping her tears away. Nightmares occurred often and with someone like herself, who had such a light hearted personality it was a shocking thing to have such a dark mind and history. "It's-uh.. nothing. Just a nightmare it all," She knew she wasn't going to go back to sleep not after that.
“There’s really nobody here, okay? Do you need me to show you around to prove that to you?”
"I was just asking, I'm supposed to be cautious aren't I?" The girl wondered arching a brow at him. "You don't need to show me I'll take your word, Ward."
“That doesn’t even make sense.”
"It makes complete sense. Must you always question my jokes? You're no fun, tin-man."
“It isn’t up for debate.”
"Look I have the color back in my face, not dead okay? I'm fine just let me get out of bed. It's not going to hurt! Grant pleaaaase. You're less fun than Jemma and hovering."
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“No, no, no, don’t die on me!” for a scenario in which my muse dies protecting yours. (Skyeward)
Skye spit up blood, cringing at the metallic taste in her mouth. This was not how she had expected this to go but then again she never expected any of this. There was no way she could bullshit herself out of this either. She could not tell Ward that it was fine or okay because he wasn't stupid and neither was she. They both knew this was pretty bad. The brunette laughed weakly still putting pressure on the wound to attempt to stop the bleeding. She was going to die in Ward's arms like some fucking cliche romance movie but at least it was him and someone else. It was just so ironic in all honesty that this of all things is how she'd go. "Don’t think I-I can promise that," It was only now that she had realized once in her life, in her twenty three years she had a family. A real family and she hadn't regretted it, he was okay physically anyway. "I'll try not to do that,- I'm kind of tired.." You're not tired Skye you're dying, she reminded herself. "G-Grant I'm sorry," There was no use in the i told you so's right now or even the sarcastic comment she'd usually throw out. She was pretty damn sure she was bleeding out in his arms. "I wish I wasn't such a baby and kissed you before all of this."
“Are you breaking up with me?” “But what if we get caught?” “Don’t look at me like that.” “I said that I’m in love with you.” “Listen, it was a completely innocent gesture.” “Okay, I know this looks bad…”“You broke up with me. There’s nothing left between us anymore.” ‘✉’ for five times my muse didn’t text yours, and one time they did. “Do you want me to leave?”[text] I gave up great shower sex to be here so don’t say I never did anything for our friendship (Dean and Chase heh)
"Yeah..." He didn't want too, fuck he really did not want to do this. Dean was pretty convinced this was only happening because of one shitty fight, the second the words slipped out he regretted them. "I-I'm sorry.."
Dean smirked pulling Chase closer in the small trailer. "It won't be that bad now will it? We're making out in the back of your trailer. It's not a bad thing,"
"W-What?" Dean stuttered in utter denial. Did he just say exactly what he thought he heard? "Fuck.." He was in love with Chase and it wasn't something that was easy to admit after everything. "I'm in love with you too..."
"Oh I'm so sure. It's so innocent," Dean rolled his eyes shaking his head. "If I keep rolling my eyes at you my cornea is going to snap off."
"Yeah... It looks pretty bad." The blond nodded leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest. "Should I ask for an explanation or just go along with it. I can leave if you want,"
'I know that! That doesn't mean I wanted it to happen! I didn't want'ta break up we were fighting and it turned into a mess. That doesn't mean there's nothing between us but this- this is what we do now. We make each other jealous, we lie to each other and we fuck."
[ text ] : sorry i was an asshole[ text ] : are you okay?[ text ] : i still love you[ text ] : wanna come over?[ text ] : i miss you a lot [ text ] : i think you left your keys at my place
"What? N-No.. I really don't." Dean was surprised that Chase had shown up, he had no idea that his manager had even called him in the first place. He got a slight head injury from a stunt accident. It wasn't too bad but he still had to get a few stitches among other things.
[ text ] : oh please never discuss about your sex life with me
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ah yes, under the read more u have spoilers for the i’m in love w my bestfriend’s fiancé show. i feel like it should b called it’s the onions. in fact, that’s the new name for it.
send in ☥ for my character's reaction to receiving nude pictures from yours;
It wasn’t something Dante hadn’t seen before, yet the timing probably wasn’t the best. The fact that his girlfriend was standing close to him, made him quickly turn his phone off. He wasn’t sure as to what he was supposed to do. If it had been a few years ago, he would just send some of him right back at Jenna. But now? It wasn’t that he didn’t want to do it, because he sure did. Getting caught was his only worry. Not gonna happen. Keep dreaming about me, though. ;) He pressed the send button, eyes focusing on the pictures once again for a few seconds before he heard a voice.
send in ☎ for my character's reaction to getting phone sex from yours;
❛ Are you being serious right now? ❜ His eyebrows furrowed, tone remained calm so his reaction wouldn’t be noticed by anyone else. ❛ As much as I’d love to do this, it can’t happen. At least not right now. Why don’t you call one of your dearest friends? I’m sure they wouldn’t mind helping you out with that. Or you could always just wait ‘til I have time to do it myself. ❜
[ text ]: I never mattered to you. I know that now. [ text ]: I'm tired of waiting.
[ text ]: I never mattered to you. I know that now.
[ text ]: Don’t say that, Brett. Fuck, c’mon.[ text ]: You mean everything to me.[ text ]: Everything the tabloids post - that’s not me. You know me, better than anyone.
[ text ]: I'm tired of waiting.
[ text ]: You shouldn’t have to.[ text ]: I’m sorry.
