“Your window was open and I was in the neighborhood. Didn’t wanna go out of my way to see you but.”

“My room’s on the second floor and I live across town. Get out.”

“You still mad at me? Come on, I thought you were over that. I told you I didn’t mean and I don’t want to be over.”

“Of course I’m still mad! I told you I was pregnant and you left like a scared little boy but only after you called me a whore.”

“I’m sorry. I love you and I wanna be with you. I wanna have a family with you.”

“And you don’t say that till it’s too late, just like always.”

(via sexshark-deactivated20110619)

(ally sits, wondering about her future as a dancer as brody comes in. she quickly glances at him before resuming chewing on her bottom lip in thought)

Ally: Did people ever tell you that you couldn’t be a dancer Brody?
Brody: (chuckles lightly) It’s all I ever heard growing up. Boys can’t ballerinas. I could never be a great dancer. You name, I heard it.
Ally: So what did you do? With all the negativity I mean.
Brody: I became the best ballerino I could be. I trained hard, I pushed through injuries. I was meant to be a ballerino Ally. And if you believe that you are meant to be a dancer, then you’re meant to be a dancer. 

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sexshark:

RP Couples I’m Excited For:

Ford and Laura Cunningham (Army Verse)|| Patrick Dempsey and Kim Raver

cause it’s you and me

So Ford and Laura got married after knowing each other for two weeks because Laura was in the army. They’ve been together for close to 11 years now and have four gorgeous daughters, Taylor, Morgan, Caelyn and Lauren. Laura is still in the army working as a trauma surgeon and Ford is a therapist/stay-at-home dad. They love each other but they have issues to get through like Laura’s redeployment and Ford’s desire for a fifth baby. 

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“You were speaking Italian in your sleep again last night. Something about you not being in Italy.”

“How do you know Italian?”

“I needed to learn it.”

“Why did you need to learn it Tony?”

“Because I booked our hotel in Rome. And made dinner reservations at all these fancy places that only speak Italian. It’ll come in handy when we’re in Rome next month.”

“Tony…that’s. You’re really taking me to Italy huh?”

(via sexshark-deactivated20110619)

“i can’t believe you tony. you were hiding everything from me! is there anything about you that i can believe?”

“that i love you.”

“considering the circumstances, i really hope to god that’s enough.”

“enough for what?”

“to make this work.”

isabelle looked at tony, her tony, sitting there. he had no idea what she was about to tell him. “tony?” she asked tentatively, looking at him, watching him.

“hm?” was all she got in response.

“i … need to tell you something,” she started off, pausing to figure out just how she was going to drop this bombshell. well, no better way to do it than to just outright go with it. “i’m, i’m not a banker. i don’t work for credit disparue. my job is … more complicated than that.” she had to continue. now or never. “i work for the government.”

there was silence as tony stared at her, as if she had grown a third head. “what?” he asked.

“i work for the government,” she repeated. she wasn’t going to go into detail, explaining that she was an intelligence operative or any of the things she had done. this was as close to the truth as she could get without putting tony into any danger.

“like what? a spy or something?”

“something like that,” isabelle nodded.

“you’re trying to tell me that you, isabelle vartan, are some like, secret government agent?” tony asked. of course it would take a while to process. for nearly two years tony had only seen her at home. or at school. wearing pencil skirts and suit jackets. maybe jeans and t-shirts, the occasional dress. he was used to her being isabelle.

“i said, something like that.” she couldn’t offer him more. she couldn’t correct him that her last name wasn’t vartan. her uncle had told her out of necessity, that she needed to remain isabelle vartan at all costs. there were people who were still trying to look for her parents, after everything that had happened right after her birth. “i’m still isabelle, tony, just with a different job.”

“come on, tonight was fine.”

“i know, i just can’t stop thinking about …”

“what?”

“nothing. just work stuff.”

“come on, it’s the holidays. no more work thinking. tonight it’s just you and me.”

“how do you manage to do that?”

“what?”

“distract me when i need it?”

“my winning smile? my good looks?”

“something like that.”

“babe, why do i have to go with you to this stupid work thing?”

“because. i don’t want to be all alone at a company party and have unwanted guys hitting on me.”

“but -“

“having you there is the only way i can prevent that.”

“oh.”

“besides, i want to show off my boyfriend to all of those pencil-pushers.”

“hey tony, you ever been to rome?”

“no, why?”

“just was wondering. i’d love to go. see all the galleries, soak up all of that history. maybe like, a nice, long tour of just italy in general.”

“together?”

“no, with my other boyfriend.” [sarcastically]

“one day. i’ll take you. promise.”

[off-camera] “so, tony, how’s your love life?”

[buries face in arms] “really?”

“come on, you can tell me.”

[pulls head up] “it’s great. i’ve met this girl. isabelle. she’s … amazing. perfect. she’s smart and gorgeous and sweet, and she’s not at all involved in stuff like i am, or my family is. she’s normal.”

“do you love her?”

[pauses, then smiles and nods] “yeah, i do.”