It’s so beautiful that the first thing Lena told Rhea when she saw the projects for the portal was: “You could move food and water to famine-stricken areas in an instant… And solve climate change.” with the brightest of smiles on her face. Her first thoughts were legit about ending world hunger and solving climate change. Imagine ur fave being that good and that much of a hero. Karamels can’t relate.
Beyond the Commander’s door there is a place where women do not go. Not even Serena Joy. What male totems are kept in there? I guess there may be something he wants from me. To want is to have a weakness. That gives me hope. But I can’t stop thinking about that girl in the horror movie who goes into the basement when the light is out. The girl who thinks the boyfriend with the perfect hair is just playing a sexy prank. “Justin, are you down there?” and then she descends with a stupid smile to her bloody end. That girl is a fucking moron.
“Yes, losing your heart’s desire is tragic, but gaining your heart’s desire? That’s all you can hope for. This year I wished for love … to immerse myself in someone else and to wake a heart long afraid to feel. My wish was granted and if having that is tragic, then give me tragedy because I wouldn’t give it back for the world.”
jess does not even bat an eyelash when kara steps out of the elevator, and maybe that’s the first sign that things have changed
(jess never disliked her–no, jess just cares about lena, cares in a way kara is eternally thankful for. and kara, reporter kara, could be as much of a threat to lena luthor as any kryptonite-chested henchman. but now– now jess looks up at her, nods, and it feels all the world like success)
she knocks, knowing she doesn’t have to, and walks in before lena can answer. this is lena’s office, lena’s space, but oh, if it doesn’t feel like part of her home
(oh, if lena doesn’t feel like home)
kara has gotten flowers upon flowers upon flowers, in every shade and color and she doesn’t know what to do with all of them, where to put them. she is not used to it, this public sort of praise. she isn’t used to being appreciated as kara, but hasn’t lena always done that? hasn’t lena always seen her as kara first?
seeing her as lena is only returning the favor, kara thinks
lena smiles easily, and kara’s heart ends up somewhere behind her stomach, thumping out an uneven, frantic beat. she can survive without air on this planet but she is increasingly beginning to believe that without that smile, that look, those eyes–she’d be a goner
so, kara says, because she has to say something, has to stop staring at lena and that beautiful magazine cover. my office is overflowing with flowers
when lena feigns confusion, crinkles her brow——kara has never wanted to kiss her more. but then lena is talking: thank you. i have never had a friend like you. i’ve never had family like you.
kara can wave off this praise: it is what friends do. but when lena tilts her head, murmurs, coming into that warehouse, saving me– kara coughs, a choked sound. what?
lena doesn’t answer; instead, she reaches up, gives kara a moment to stop her, stop this. when kara doesn’t move, lena lifts the glasses off of her face, quietly hums in victory
a super and a luthor, lena says again, and kara thinks of that day so many weeks ago, that gala. (she wants to think about lena saving them, saving the day, as she seemed to do so often. she ends up thinking about lena showing up at catco and lena showing up at her apartment and lena, lena lena)
you risked a lot for me, lena says, and kara shakes her head. i’d risk anything for you
there’s a moment, a perfect one, where their bodies still and time feels forgiving rather than forgetful and the world lifts itself off their shoulders
imagine, kara wants to shout. imagine what we could be together, imagine what we could do together, imagine, imagine it—
and then kara’s phone rings
lena stands quickly, suddenly a shadow of her previously confident self; she has learned pride and posture and learned them well, but when kara is involved, she can do nothing but stumble
kara silences her phone and stands, an echo, and the action pulls her closer to lena. they are caught again in this storm, and it thunders louder, and louder, and lena leans in first tugs kara close, arms around shoulders, eyes shut
kara knows she is in for a lecture later back at the deo–you almost died, you shouldn’t have gone, you took too big a risk–but lena is kissing her and every doubt and thought and thing flies straight out of her mind
lena is kissing her. lena is kissing her
she still has her eyes closed for a beat when lena pulls away and giggles: kara– babe, you’re floating a bit
kara crashes back down to the ground and falls even harder
Trimming your writing has the benefit of getting your point across to readers without using stuffy sentences and filler phrases. Those are the training wheels of beginning writers, but seasoned professionals can pick them out easily.
One such weakness to cut from your writing so it sounds more professional is the word “give.” Here are some examples taken from my own writing.
Original - She gives me an appraising look as I enter the room.
Revision - She appraises me as I enter the room.
Original - She gives a long tired sigh, but smiles at the
end of it.
Revision - Her
tired sigh ends with a smile.
The meaning stays the same, but less time is needed to read and understand the sentence when that awkward “give” is taken out. Unfortunately for me, both of these examples came from the same scene, making a scene that should last only a few seconds take longer than that to read through.
Summary: Through Bucky’s eyes, he falls in and out of love with you.
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Bucky Barnes
Word Count: 1,545 (incl. lyrics)
A/N: Heard this song today and well, this came out. Hope you all enjoy.
Well I heard there was
a secret chord That David played and
it pleased the Lord But you don’t really
care for music, do you? Well it goes like
this: the fourth, the fifth The minor fall and the
major lift The baffled king composing
I remember the day I met her. I
recall everything, the clothes she was wearing, the weather, the name of the
waitress that was taking my order, how stale the soda became because I was so
entranced with her, with the way she moved. I remember everything. And every
now and again, my brain goes over this occasion, because it does not want to
forget, does not want these details of such a monumental moment in my life to