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@journalofvoices from here
“ -Valentines didn’t do anything t’me - that’s the point, you know? It’s never been important, and it pisses me off when people make out like it’s some massive deal. It’s just a day.”
#journalofvoices#journalofwinchester#she doesn't have any secrets#but his amusement is going to get her riled
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MEME | ACCEPTING
One minute she was walking toward him, the next thing she knew she was on top of him. It all happened so fast, her foot getting caught on something and her tripping and falling forward. She certainly didn’t mean to take him with her when she fell but it happened and there wasn’t really anything that she could have done to stop it. She laughed lightly as she landed atop him, her hands pressed against his chest. “Fancy meeting you here.” He mumbled, trying her best not to laugh before she leaned down and stole herself a kiss.
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“GET OUT OF THE CAB AND SCREW SOMEWHERE ELSE!”
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Wake up!
Send me "Wake up!" to hear what my muse would say to yours while your muse is in a coma.
Jemma curled up in her chair, staring at Dean, fighting to hold back the emotions that threatened to break through. She drummed her fingers against her legs and tried to think of something - anything - to say.
"I'm sorry. I should've stopped you. I know I should have. It's my fault you're like this. You should... you should be out there with the others, helping them, cracking jokes, being your usual goofball self. And instead your here, and I... I can't help. I don't know what to do. And you know how much I hate that. I should be able to help you more than I am. I have two PhDs, and I'm a genius, but... but, god, I can't, and Dean, I don't know what to do.
I need you to come back, Dean. You can't do this to me. I can't lose you, because with everything that's happened, you're one of the few people that doesn't... I just need you back, okay? With-- with everything we've lost, I don't... I don't think I could handle losing you too. So please, please, Dean. You have to wake up. We need you and I need you, and I... please. You have to wake up."
#journalofvoices#journalofwinchester#answered#meme response#'yay comas' jemma said sarcastically#she's getting tired of everyone she cares about going into comas
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AM (Psht, pick someone, if you'd like - sail a ship. Possibly a crack ship, but a ship!)
"Now it’s three in the morning and I’m trying to change your mind."
#journalofvoices#journalofwinchester#or if you'd rather use a different muse that's totally fine#I'm up for anyone
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Pietro appeared behind him, after sneakingly pick pocketed the man. A frown appeared on his face, and he held up his fake-ID. ❝----It t h i n k this is yours, Mr-fake-police-IDs person. Y'know, that's illegal. You could get arrested for that. Thrown in jail for the rest of your life. Die in a cage full of criminals a l l because you have a fake police ID.❞ Pause. ❝Or, you know. Get away with it. It looks like this is pretty old so...❞
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"As cliché as it is, give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you."
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With it being the first date she'd been on in quite some time, Janet was just a tad bit nervous. And with it being with this guy named Dean - who, judging by even just his first name and his car, she was vaguely suspicious that he might be the Dean she'd heard of from elsewhere - who'd flirted with her less than five minutes after meeting...yes, you could say that she was a little curious as to how it would go down.
But hours later, she'd dressed in one of her few nice pairs of jeans that actually didn't have holes in them, and one of her favorite button-down shirts before running a brush through her hair and heading out to meet up with Dean- waiting in the same spot she'd stood previously.
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Dean [while passing]: "Go from robbin' wallets, to outside in a bathrobe. Sucks to be you."
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“—-shut the fuck up.”
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@fromxthexashes | Continued from here
That sound? That was just his heart kinda breaking in two, don’t worry about it. As she gently - almost nervously spoke to him - he offered her a soft and easy smile, his own hand moving up to gently cup her cheek. “C’mon, Jean - I’d bust you out before you died in here.” Evading the question, maybe - but he needed a second. He needed to think and a statement like that would be enough to maybe make her smile, to delay her for a second.
He shouldn’t do this - it was pretty much rule one, circled in red ink, typed in bold - don’t fuck the prisoners. He was already dancing on the line with this but, at the same time... He couldn’t bring himself to watch how they treated Jean. Surviving isn’t living. She was comfortable but... when a girl kinda begs her jailer to hug her, that’s a bad scene.
He noticed he hadn’t moved his hand from her cheek, as her lips came closer to his - trembling. Somehow, that seemed to answer his question: he felt her move toward him and he didn’t stop her, he may have encouraged it. It helped her and he wanted to help her (and, a small part of him reminded the rest, he wanted this too though perhaps not here). As such, he leaned in gently and pressed his lips to hers, his hands moving to rest lightly on her hips.
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Dean walked into the lab, a kit bag slung over his shoulder. He'd dressed himself to go out on a job but his mouth was a thin line, his eyes were hard. "Simmons, got a second? Saying goodbyes."
Send Jemma painful asks!
"For you, I have five," she said, smiling when she first turned to face him, but her face fell when she noticed his expression and once his words sunk in. "...What do you mean goodbyes? You're leaving?"
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Dean: [waggles eyebrow and smirks with a wink at Clara]
"Whatever you are planning, it isn’t going to work Dean."
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[text] there is absolutely nothing wrong with two grown men staying up all night singing karaoke and drink out of juice cartons. don’t judge me
[ Text; SENT. C; Totally not an FBI agent. M; ] Oh i bet. Like I care Winchester, I just need photos.
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Winchester just smirked at Skye. "So ai got you all to myself, huh?"
[ Him when he was pissed was not good, just lie Skye, just lie. ]
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Send me a ■ and the muse will say aloud the first thing they think internally about your character.
"He’s such a dork….yet I like him already."
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"Sammy!"
"Dude. How many times do I have to tell you; it’s Sam.”
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