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I just saw that you are accepting Daisy and Jenna requests! I’m so excited! I love their friendship! Could you write “Basically, it all comes down to the most important question: are you one of those girls that thinks Ryan Gosling is hot or not?” with the both of them, please.

A/N: Thank you so, so much for your request!!! I'm sorry it took so long to reply! I've been having an extremely busy time recently, but hopefully it was at least somewhat worth the wait! 😊😊😊😊

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“I’m just saying! Adele is objectively the best singer of our generation,” Simmons argued.

“Does it have anything to do with the fact that you’re both British?” Skye asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked at the woman near her on the couch where they were currently sitting.

“Absolutely not! I’m actually offended at the accusation,” Simmons told her, straightening as she looked at her with a mock sense of disapproval.

“Okay, okay. She’s the best. Not because she’s British,” Skye laughed, her eyes getting a little larger as she emphasized the word, and Simmons laughed, breaking her stony façade.

“But now it’s time for the big ideas and thoughts,” Skye told her, and Simmons sobered a little, smiling as she waited for Skye’s next words.

Ward and Fitz had gone on a grocery run at Coulson’s instruction. Coulson himself was in his office, and May was doing something in the cockpit at the moment. Therefore, as a direct result, Skye and Simmons had been left to their own devices.

And of course, if left to their own devices with Skye involved, it was likely to get interesting quickly.

Skye had decided to pick Simmons’s brain about some things, and after getting the answers to her previous questions, she decided to drop a big one on her.

“Basically, it all comes down to the most important question: are you one of those girls that thinks Ryan Gosling is hot or not?” Skye questioned, leaning toward Simmons a little as she watched her.

In response to Skye’s question, Simmons made a slight face, smiling regretfully as she looked at Skye.

“Umm… Well, I’ve only seen a few pictures, but…”

“No,” Skye spoke instinctively and instantly shook her head, knowing where this was going. Simmons looked at her with somehow even more guilt in her gaze.

“He’s not my type,” Simmons confessed.

“No way!”

“I’m sorry,” Simmons apologized, and Skye just stared at her for a moment, incredulous. She was not sure how anyone could think that Ryan Gosling was not hot.

“Have you ever watched anything with him in it?”

“No? I’ve heard he was in that one movie… It was something about a book,” Simmons pointed out.

“The Notebook?!” Skye’s eyes widened, and Simmons mirrored the expression. However, Simmons’s look was more in lines of recognition rather than the look of horror and disbelief that Skye had.

“Oh, yes! That was the one!”

“You have got to be kidding me! You haven’t watched The Notebook?” Skye cried, and Simmons blinked.

“No…?”

“Jemma!!! It’s literally peak cinema!!!” Skye cried.

While Skye usually referred to Simmons by her last name, she felt that this warranted something a bit more severe. After all, she had just said that she did not think that Ryan Gosling was hot and that she had never watched The Notebook.

“What kind of girl are you?!” Skye demanded, and Simmons looked uncomfortable and regretful indeed.

“The kind that apparently did not keep herself updated on major films during her teens…”

“Apparently,” Skye shook her head, thoroughly disappointed at this point.

After a moment, however, Skye furrowed her brow, looking at Simmons strangely.

“So if you’re not into Ryan Gosling… Then who is your type exactly?” Skye questioned with a raise of her eyebrow.

“Oh, I don’t know—”

“Oh, you definitely know. Don’t pull that on me. Everyone knows their type,” Skye narrowed her eyes a little as she zeroed in on her next topic of discussion. Simmons let out a short breath, and Skye could practically feel the uncomfortableness rolling off of her in waves.

“I’m not really much one to discuss that sort of thing,” Simmons confessed, and Skye rolled her eyes.

“Come on. It’s just us. And I guess May. But she’s always watching,” Skye admitted, and Simmons allowed herself a laugh as she nodded along with Skye’s comment.

Skye chuckled a little. There was silence for a brief moment as Skye searched her mind for some way to convince Simmons to talk to her about this.

However, as she thought of a wicked idea, she proceeded to launch back into things anew with a reinvigorated sense of persistence.

“Y’know, I noticed you eyeing that guy across the road the other day when we were out,” Skye commented with a slight smirk as she nudged Simmons.

The scientist raised her eyebrows, staring at Skye for a long moment. It was clear that the comment had taken her off-guard. Her mouth opened after a brief moment and she reminded Skye of a fish gaping for air.

Finally, she let out some strange noise as she responded.

“What?” Simmons questioned, drawing out the word a little longer than necessary as her voice got higher-pitched.

Skye smirked, knowing that she had her now.

“Look, there’s no shame in it. He wasn’t my type, but even at that, I could see that he wasn’t too shabby,” Skye commented, and Simmons swallowed, looking as if she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Simmons dismissed, waving her hand with a strained look on her face.

“Oh, I’m not. I saw you looking over there. You had your eyes on the prize,” Skye pointed out, smirking as she greatly enjoyed her own harassment of the scientist.

Simmons sighed, flustered exasperation growing as she shook her head and looked at Skye.

“Well, never mind me. Who is your type, Skye?”

“Tall, dark, and handsome all the way,” Skye replied easily, and Simmons instantly shifted from flustered to far less defenseless as she regarded Skye with a strange expression.

“Hmm… Sounds familiar,” Simmons commented, and Skye noted just how smug she seemed despite her nonchalance and attempts at being sly.

“Probably because it’s been like a thing since forever,” Skye told her.

“I just thought it seemed particularly ironic considering.”

“Considering what?”

“Well… Just considering the guy you spend the most time with fits all of the given stipulations,” Simmons acknowledged, shrugging, and Skye looked at Simmons as if she were insane.

“Are you trying to imply that Ward is my type?!”

“Well, if the proverbial shoe fits,” Simmons stated simply.

“What— That is insane! He might be tall, dark, and handsome, but—”

“And it seems that the shoe is tailored for your foot specifically,” Simmons commented quietly in the midst of Skye’s wild defense of herself, raising her eyebrows as she looked down at her hands with pursed lips.

“Look, tall, dark, and handsome is just a thing people say. I don’t even know when it got started,” Skye dismissed, and Simmons swallowed hard.

“Well, Skye… Not to dig up old bones, but I remember what your old boyfriend looked like. He wasn’t exactly dark. Or handsome, if you don’t mind my saying-so,” the shorter girl pointed out, and Skye narrowed her eyes a little.

“First, I kinda mind because that’s a reflection back on me. Second, if that kind of guy was my boyfriend, then how exactly do you think that Ward fits in then?”

“Would you like a scientific analyzation?” Simmons questioned, and Skye just stared at her, her expression never changing as she spoke to the scientist.

“Not particularly.”

“Well… Non-scientifically, then, it tells me that your taste has changed since being here with us and I think our resident tough guy could have something to do with it,” Simmons told her, a wicked smile rising up and onto her face.

Skye shook her head, huffing.

“I think you’ve spent too much time in that lab of yours,” Skye accused, pointing at Simmons. Simmons smiled, laughing a little as she looked at Skye. Skye shook her head.

“Oh, it’s not a laughing matter, Jemma. You’ve been sniffing something down there for too long,” Skye continued, making Simmons laugh even harder.

“Probably formaldehyde or fentanyl or something,” Skye grumbled, and Simmons opened her mouth, about to speak despite the mirth that was bubbling.

“We leave you two alone for five minutes, and you have Simmons sniffing fentanyl?” Ward’s voice suddenly spoke up.

Simmons, making a face of surprise as she covered her mouth, turned to look at him despite her continued laughter. Skye herself tried to quickly bring up a façade of calmness and nonchalance as she took in the sight of Ward and Fitz coming approaching.

“Take it up with Simmons. She must be sniffing something. Look at her. She’s a giggling mess,” Skye pointed out.

Thankfully, Simmons, to her credit, started to sober some after that. However, Skye could tell that she was only doing it to save Skye from further questioning about what precisely that Simmons was laughing about.

“What’d you do to her?” Fitz questioned, furrowing his brow, and Simmons shot him a look. Fitz furrowed his brow, trying to understand, and with a subtle glance to Ward, he seemed to understand that it was not a topic to be discussed at that very moment.

Ward’s back was turned, so he did not catch the exchange happening just behind him as he placed things on the table nearby.

“Um… Jemma, I have something to discuss with you in the lab,” Fitz stated suddenly and awkwardly, and Skye nearly facepalmed at how obvious he was being.

He wanted to know what Simmons was talking about, and for someone who was on a team of spies, he was definitely not subtle.

Simmons looked at him, and she glanced at Ward once more before sighing just barely.

“Of course. I’ll come with you now.”

She offered Skye a smile and a small wink as she got up to go with Fitz and explain the situation to him.

Skye rubbed her head.

“Well, they were in a hurry,” Ward started.

Too bad she did not decide to go with Fitzsimmons when she had the chance…