[text] Can’t talk now.. too busy eating ice cream and watching House Hunters International. / [text] Are you trying to bribe me with sex? / [text] I just don’t think moving in together is a very good idea… / [text] I’m just saying that you look a lot better without clothes on!
[text] Can’t talk now.. too busy eating ice cream and watching House Hunters International.
[text] Allisonnnnnn …
[text] Come on, I’m literally outside your house right now.
[text] I’ve got a place I want to take you.
[text] I promise you won’t regret it.
[text] I, on the other hand, might start regretting if you don’t get out here before your parents see me and chase after me with a gun.
[text] Are you trying to bribe me with sex?
[text] Of course I am.
[text] That’s what I do, I bribe you with sex to get you to do things for/with me.
[text] And right now I really want to go out and have a snowball fight, and I need you on my team. We’ve got to take out Fitzsimmons or I’ll never live it down.
[text] I’ll even wear your favorite pair of my underwear for you.
[text] I just don’t think moving in together is a very good idea …
[text] Why not? I mean we’re practically always at each other’s places anyway.
[text] And it’d be a good way for your parents to find out about us, right?
[text] Okay, probably not, but I’m sick of hiding Allison. I want to live with you. I want to wake up every day with your hair all in my face, hogging all the blankets, and looking absolutely adorable.
[text] Just think about it.
[text] I’m just saying that you look a lot better without clothes on!
[text] Still swinging and a missing, Ward.
[text] You really need to work on how you give our compliments.
[text] Im not drunk eveyone is just blurry / [text] Could you be anymore dramatic? / [text] You’re going to hell for sure now. [text] Oh no, I’m not doing that again. / [text] I’ve seen every episode of Grey’s Anatomy like 3 times. I practically have a PhD.
[text] Im not drunk everyone is just blurry
[text] Really? Because unless you started wearing glasses that sounds drunk.
[text] Where are you?
[text] Seriously Allison I’m starting to get worried. I’ll come pick you up.
[text] Just let me know where you are, okay?
[text] Could you be anymore dramatic?
[text] Dramatic?
[text] Seriously?
[text] You’re going after the Clairvoyant, Ward, the last time that happened I got shot. I think I have the right to be a little dramatic.
[text] Remember, you promised me I wasn’t going to lose you, so please be careful.
[text] You’re going to hell for sure now.
[text] It was an accident!
[text] I mean, come on, what twelve year old doesn’t know that Santa doesn’t exist!
[text] Allison now she’s crying what do I do?!
[text] Oh no, I’m not doing that again.
[text] Come on, Grant!
[text] We’ve already got it playing on the big screen!
[text] If you don’t come watch Simmons and I will just come obnoxiously and off key sing Let it Go outside your door until you come out.
[text] I promise I’ll make it up to you. ;)
[text] I’ve seen every episode of Grey’s Anatomy like 3 times. I practically have a PhD.
[text] Pretty sure that’s not how it works.
[text] Even though I think you’re right.
[text] But the Sheriff thinks this is supernatural, and I’m pretty sure Grey’s Anatomy doesn’t cover supernatural creatures.
[text] I could be wrong though, have they ever had werewolves on Grey’s Anatomy?
[text] Your mom just asked if we’re sexually active. HELP! / [text] Found your shirt in my room. I’m keeping it forever. / [text] Okay but if you keep singing I Just Had Sex, you’ll never have sex again. Ever. [text] Did you sleep with that other deputy? Everyone’s talking about it.
[text] Your mom just asked if we're sexually active. HELP!
[text] Oh god.
[text] She did use to be a nurse, so I guess that’s why she’s asking.
[text] I suggest running. As far away as possible before you get a lecture about birth control.
[text] Found your shirt in my room. I'm keeping it forever.
[text] What? What shirt?
[text] Wait, my uniform shirt?
[text] No, Lydia, you can’t have that, I need it back for work!
[text] I’m coming by after work, and you better not have hid it.
[text] Okay but if you keep singing I Just Had Sex, you'll never have sex again.
[text] You are seriously no fun whatsoever.
[text] Can’t you just enjoy the fact that for once we are alone on the bus, and can be free to do whatever we want without anyone catching us?
[text] Just for that, I’m putting clothes back on after I finish my shower.
[text] Did you sleep with that other deputy? Everyone's talking about it
[text] … You’re joking right?
[text] This is a joke.
[text] Lydia, I’m with you almost every free second that I have, how could I possibly have had sex with someone else without you noticing?
Stress was something that Scott had never really been good at dealing with. He tried not to let himself get stressed whenever possible, but sometimes with his job and the cameras and everything else, it was impossible. Now was one of those times. Scott loved making a difference in America, really he did, but there were times like this, when he was having to sit through meetings that he felt were completely unnecessary, when he just felt like there were so many other things that he could be doing. Scott knew what was waiting for him at his apartment. Plans to make, children’s books to read, paperwork to fill out, and an empty kitchen since he hadn’t had one hour to spare to go grocery shopping. Needless to say, Scott was about as done with this meeting as he could be.
He glanced down at his phone as he felt it vibrate in his pocket. Thankfully, phones were pretty much air in Washington, so someone glancing at their phone and answering a text message was no big deal in meetings, and thank God for that or else he’d probably go crazy. A little smile played on his lips as he saw the text message from his girlfriend. It wasn’t anything important, just something goofy that had happened to her today, but he still felt some of the stress just leave his body thinking about her. She had that effect on him he supposed. Scott quickly typed out a reply, asking her to meet him at his place tonight. Even though he had all of those little chores to do, he had decided that a couple of hours cuddling and watching Netflix with Allison was definitely worth all the time he’d have to make up later.
Ship:Marrish, Push
He knew that Lydia must know what he was doing to him. She always did. He didn’t even have to make a move or show an expression for her to know that she was turning him on. Of course, that could be because practically everything she did manage to somehow turn him on. That was still something he was trying to work on dealing with, especially since they were supposed to be staying away from each other, which wasn’t working well in all honesty. Every time Jordan saw her he just wanted to grab her and take her into a closet like their first meeting. Part of him wondered if he just wanted to get it out of his system, but the other part of him knew that wasn’t the case. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to get her out of his system, and now was no exception.
Which was why, against all of his morals that he had been trying to keep up with for the past few weeks, he walked over to the girl that had been slowly torturing him with those short skirts and tantalizing legs, gave an excuse as to why he needed to speak with her. Something about the deadpool, and grabbed her arm as he lead her over to a secluded corner of the station where he knew no one would bother them. Before a word of protest or anything could pass form her lips, he had her pinned against the wall, his hands locked around her wrists as he pressed his lips against hers urgently, unable to resist her any longer.
Ship:Scallison, Realize
You know, usually when one person realizes that they love another, it’s a happy occasion. Realizing that you’re in love with someone should be a happy occasion, but it wasn’t exactly that for Scott. They were dancing. It was at a benefit, one of the only places they could actually be together without raising suspicious. He wasn’t sure if they were doing a great job at hiding right now though. Allison’s arms were around his neck, her head resting against his chest, and his arms were holding her close, a little closer than would be considered friendly. Thankfully, his and her parents were both out of the room, so they could be a little more open than normal.
Which still wasn’t as open as Scott would like. He couldn’t count the amount of times since they had kissed that Scott had wanted to shout from the rooftops that she was his no matter what the hell her family had to say, no matter what anyone said really. He wanted to tell everyone how he loved her dimples, how her laugh lit up her beautiful eyes and how she just cared so much. Even for her family that he knew she didn’t always agree with, and he loved how she balanced him out. In fact he loved literally everything about her that he could think of. That’s when the realization hit him. He was in love with her. Everything about her.
People say that the best kisses were unplanned ones, and Scott had to agree. His and Allison’s first kiss definitely had not been planed, and he wouldn’t trade it for the world. Of course, he couldn’t help it though. She just looked so cute when she was mad at him. He felt bad, actually he felt horrible about being late for the event, but he couldn’t help but be just a tad bit amused as she rambled on about how they hardly saw each other in the first place. “Allison, I’m sorry,” he told her reaching over to grab her hands in an attempt to pull her closer to his side.
She wasn’t having any of that though. She was still too annoyed at him to give in that easily, and honestly, that’s one of the things that Scott really liked about her. She pulled her hands away from him and continued to voice her frustrations at him, and he couldn’t stop thinking about just how adorable she looked right now with her furrowed brow and irritated gaze, and he couldn’t help it. His hands reached up to cup her face gently though his lips weren’t. Urgent and fierce, his lips molded against hers naturally and perfectly, and Scott knew in that moment, that this was something special, and he’d do whatever he had to do to keep it.
Ship:Marrish, Guardian
It was another nightmare. She had them a lot, and he hated it because he felt as if there wasn’t anything that he could do about it. He just had to lay there and watch her suffer until she was able to come out of it which sometimes took a while. It didn’t help that lately the dreams had been about him. Lydia had been having this recurring nightmare about him and fire. Neither of them really had much of an idea what it meant, but he knew that it was really worrying Lydia, so he just had to reassure her as often as he could that he was fine, and that her dreams meant nothing, even though they actually could mean something.
Eventually, Lydia had calmed down enough to relax. His hands moved from being held tightly in hers to wrap around her waist, pulling her against his back and pressing soft kisses against the side of her face. “It’s okay, Lydia, you’re safe.” He told her as he brushed his hand through her hair. “I’ll always keep you safe.” Jordan promised her, squeezing her slightly, and he would. No matter what he was doing, his number one priority was always going to be keeping Lydia safe.
[text]: What the hell are you saying? / [text]: S.O.S. / [text]: Is that you’re way of saying you miss me? / [text]: Maybe I just feel like spending my night with you.
[text]: What the hell are you saying?
[text]: I’m saying that Stiles and I might have gotten lost …
[text]: Trying to ditch the Secret Service …
[text]: And now we have no idea where we are …
[text]: Come find us?
[text]: S.O.S.
[text]: What’s going on?
[text]: Tell me where you are, and I’ll find you.
[text]: Never mind, I’ll just track your phone.
[text]: Does this have something to do with the benefactor?
[text]: I’ll be there soon.
[text]: Is that your way of saying you miss me?
[text]: Psshtttt …
[text]: I don’t miss you.
[text]: I’m having way too much fun listening to all these ladies talk about the latest fashion trends in London.
[text]: I’m kidding, please come home soon.
[text]: Maybe I just feel like spending my night with you.
[text]: Well, who am I to deny you that?
[text]: I’ll met you at the lake house as soon as I get off my shift.
