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📲🩷 MATCHED!: JEMMA & TAYLOR.

TAYLOR: So, uh. Hi. You're gorgeous and I don't really know what to do with myself? TAYLOR: What did I do to deserve to be matched with you?!?!? TAYLOR: I feel like (comic) Deadpool and how he feels about Peter right about now. MY GOD. TAYLOR: Hi. @syljem

#psujemma #jemma.#match: jemma.

TEXTS || JEMMA + OPEN

JEMMA: HI BB!!!!

JEMMA: can i ask u a question

JEMMA: GR8

JEMMA: do u think ophelia is cute

JEMMA: bc she doesn't and that's like sO sAD

JEMMA: so i'm taking screenshots of everyone telling her she's cute and sending them to her to like make her smile or smth!!!

#jemma.#jemma ft. open starter.#texts.#// lord help us

It had been an impeccable day - new data on more inhuman powers, followed by readings that there were more sightings on inhumans as well. There had been so much going on that Jemma wasn’t sure where to start or where to end, but fortunately the day had ended nicely. The team was fine, and the new inhuman they had spoken to agreed to the help that was being offered to them.

Which meant most of the team was back on base and the one person she did want to speak to would be here. Jemma hung up her lab coat and headed up to the Director’s room. She wasn’t sure if he would be busy, or might have even fallen asleep by now. She didn’t meant to intrude and before she could even change her mind and go back to her own room, she stood outside of Tripp’s room and already knocked on his door.

Of course she was there to update him on the reports, but really to ask how his day was. It was strange really, that her night wouldn’t end peacefully until she’s had a chat with Tripp. How had it gotten that way was beyond her, but now she couldn’t imagine not saying at least goodnight before being able to sleep as well. Again, she just hoped she wasn’t going to be a bother this late. -- @urbxnlegxnd

#Jemma.#Jemma and Tripp.

( tagging @biochemsimmons )

it’s 3pm on a tuesday and he’s drunk. no, wasted, was the only way you could describe it. hearing about his untimely demise — and how an alien had reanimated his corpse and tried to conquer the earth — had apparently been the tipping point. he’s still drinking at the shield owned bar daisy had taken him to, a creature of comforts even in the uncomfortable, so maybe he shouldn’t be surprised to see a familiar face. all the same, his fingers stutter against his glass and it slips from his grasp — shattering against the floor. “ shit. ” he grumbles under his breath, fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose. so much for maintaining a low profile.