to hit him so badly she physically had to hold herself back from doing so. “Judge,
the witness is stating his name, I don’t
understand how that is willingly perpetrating a lie in this court.”
already standing, smirked at the jury like they were his friends. A majority
smiled back. “It says on the witness statement here” at this he waved the bit
of paper at the jury, like they already didn’t have a copy, “that the witnesses
name is ‘Peter Adam Pettigrew’ and not ‘Peter Pettigrew’ like the witness just
claimed. Presumably the witness knows his own name, and this is clear grounds
“Oh so now
you’re assuming on behalf of the witness, forgive me, Miss
Evans but I thought you were representing the crown and not Mr Pettigrew’s
“The job of
a lawyer is to respond to objections Mr Potter, and you’d know that if you ever
Potter called again, pointing at her like a child, “Miss Evans just questioned
gripped the pen she was holding so hard she snapped it. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I miss
the part where I questioned you were a lawyer? Was I not present in the event
of that coming out of my actual mout-“
Lupin didn’t even bang his gavel, “Mr Potter will you please sit down, it is not necessary for you to
stand up every time you say something. Miss Evans, would you care to face your
witness? The court does not have this sort of time for you two to dispute over
every point. Mr Potter your objection is overruled.”
collapsed back into his chair, still staring at her, eyebrows slightly raised.
Next to him Black, leaning on the back legs of his chair and with a wonky tie,
was grinning, as if he wasn’t on trial for embezzlement and fraud and god knows
what else. Potter was still staring at her like a dare, like he was waiting to
go in again, and she wanted to hit something.
back around. “Mr Pettigrew if you could state your age for the court.”
was sweating, face glossy, and leaned in to close to the microphone. “twenty-one.”
The witness is actually twenty-one and seventy-two days and has failed to make
this clear to the court.”
all blood rush to her head, because it was month three of this bullshit, and it
was to fucking hot, and there was ink on her pants, and he was so clearly trying
to put on a show to entertain the jury, and it was so clearly working. “How would
anyone be expected to know-“
“I know my
exact age is twenty-three years and one hundred and eleven days so it’s not my
fault Miss Evans that you don’t keep
up to date with your personal-“
“Not all of
us have so much time on our hands Potter you fucking assh-
“Oh I make time so don’t blame me-“
God you’re being ridicul-“
Miss Evans!” and suddenly, Lily was aware of Lupin yelling, and that Potter had
gotten up from his desk, and they were inches from each other, and that the
jury had seen all of it. Good god, he was close, she could see each of his
eyelashes. There was a slight scar across his left cheekbone.
“This is a
courtroom!” dimly, Lupin was yelling, but it was as if she was hearing it
underwater, and she was looking at Potter, and he was looking at her, and she
fucking hated him. He knew exactly how old Pettigrew was down to the day. Probably
because he knew Pettigrew’s birthday. He probably knew a lot of things about Pettigrew
she didn’t. That’s what comes with being best mates with someone since you were
Sirius didn’t do it you know. He’d said that day in the woman’s
bathroom, and she’d jumped and sworn and flicked sink water at him. He really didn’t. He’s being framed.
He’s your client. She’d said, washing her hands and looking at
him though the mirror, that’s what you’re
supposed to say.
Trust me, if Sirius wanted to commit embezzlement
he wouldn’t get caught. He’d responded, leaning against the door, hair just touching the frame,
He’s your best friend. She’d said, simply, You’re defending him pro-bono. You’re supposed
to think he’s innocent.
thinking of how he’d said nothing, how she’d turned around and he was gone,
like a dream or a ghost. Later, when he never mentioned it in court or the
halls or the office where they both argued about who could use the printer, she
wondered if she dreamt it. Him, the bathroom, how he’d looked at her. Almost sadly.
Like he knew something she didn’t. Like he wished she knew it to.
And now of
course, standing there, getting a lecture on court behavior from an exasperated
Lupin, she couldn’t help but look at him again. Thinking of Black’s wonky tie
and Pettigrew sweating buckets on the stand and the five-thousand dollar suit
he was wearing, despite claiming to be on benefits.
still tlking anf-for once- Potter was completely silent. Lily couldn’t stop
thinking about any of it, the case, the shady camera footage, how Pettigrew
said his story the same way every time like he practiced it. And oh God, Potter’s
face when he’d said He didn’t do it, you
know. Like he really did know. Like he had never known anything so
certainly in his life. And Oh God, it was times like this, and at four in the
morning when she was lying awake, where she believed him. It was times like
this when she was almost sure that she was making a terrible, terrible mistake.
A Different Song embodies so many beautiful, and painful, things about life and growing up away from home. It’s the kind of story that stays with you even once you’ve turned the last page, and I’m honored to have been able to work with you on this, Q. Thank you so much for commissioning me <3
Request: “Request Hey! Was wondering if I could get a request? It’s where the reader is Tony’s girlfriend (they’re really in love) and has been for a while but Bucky is completely in love with her? If you could write about Bucky seeing them doing random stuff that you think they would do and his thoughts on it all? Also, Bucky is super confused because she is not his type at all as she likes heavy metal and basically everything Tony does? Btw adore your writing :) ❤” -@y0ulo0ksoco0l
Summary: Bucky had never experienced true love until he met you.
Word count: 3,154
Warnings: Mild swearing
A/N: Thank you so much for the request, I had SO much fun writing it! By the way, I adore you :)
For some unknown reason, Bucky had woken up this morning knowing something was different: today was going to be good.
Loud laughter filled the air, every nook and cranny overflowing with the echo of happiness. The sun seemed to burn brighter as rays of sunlight gleamed off every surface and danced across Bucky’s skin. The darkness that normally marched around the back of Bucky’s mind had been lifted, gloom no longer infected his thoughts and a deep, dark mist was no longer sewn onto his eyelids.
Walking into the living area, which could be frequently mistaken for a youth club, Bucky rubbed the last remaining fragments of sleep out of his eyes. The laughter he heard from his bedroom had grown into a roar of hollering and Bucky certainly wasn’t a fan but, at least, it woke him up.
Despite being comfortably settled in and used to city life, large social interactions still wrecked havoc on Bucky’s anxiety and, therefore, he certainly didn’t want to somehow wind up being asked to ‘join in’ as, after that, there would be no escape. But, he certainly wasn’t helping himself, the longer he stood there, the higher the risk of being caught and reeled in.
All he needed to do was get into the kitchen, get something to eat and get out, a couple more minutes and he’d be able to slip back into the comfort of his room Yet, his feet stayed firmly planted in the doorway, his body turned to ice.
As he desperately attempted to calm his mind and slow the frantic beat of his heart, he took in his surroundings. However, while observing the theatrical setting before him, he noticed a person that he had not seen before.
Every pair of eyes were latched onto her image, confidence dripped off the end of her slender fingers, long blonde hair rippled down her back in waves of delight and elegance, fused with an overwhelming sense of sexiness. She was mesmerising.
Bucky’s heart lost control, once again, and a faint blush climbed upon his cheeks. Never in his life had he seen someone so beautiful. For all Bucky knew, she could have been a model. Her body was perfectly proportioned, her smile sparkled and she was surrounded by an aura of happiness and light. With a flick of her finger, she was able to capture the interest of the people surrounding her; she made them smile and laugh, her confidence was intimidating, to say the least. She reminded Bucky of Tony, well except for the fact Tony was an asshole and the woman before him looked like the complete opposite.
Like the rest of the Tower’s occupants he felt hypnotised by her presence, his body begged to join in, to reach out and touch her…
But, Bucky had to keep away. In the silent corners of his day, demons would creep under his skin and plague his mind –he was still dangerous, he had never stopped being dangerous. Whenever he got close to someone, fate would dangle them before his eyes then rip them away. He did not belong with people of such beauty, he did not deserve to.
Ripping his eyes from her figure, he trekked back to the comfort of his bedroom and begged his mind to forget the addictive smell of her fragrance.
A few hours later the laughter had died down and Bucky assumed the coast was clear. So, he got up and he headed to the gym, desperate to relieve the tension that pulled at his heart strings.
As soon as he opened the door, he sensed the gym was not empty like he had hoped. As he looked around, searching for the intruder, a sea of blonde hair flashed at the corner of his eye. Shit.
Taking a deep breath, Bucky vowed to ignore her. All he had to do was stay for twenty minutes to reduce the suspicion that he was avoiding her then, leave. What could go wrong?
Heading in the opposite direction of where she was positioned, Bucky put in his earphones and turned his music up to full volume, praying that the authoritative lullaby of an orchestra would settle his nerves.
After twenty minutes had flown by, he silently thanked the Gods. He could leave and, oh, he planned to as quickly as possible. Hastily, he turned off the machine, wiped the sweat gathering at his brow and turned around. But, of course, he happened to collide with a body much smaller than his, throwing the person to the ground.
A deep red sprung upon his face as he apologised profusely, helping the young woman up, whom after brushing herself off and gathering her wits, thrust her hand forward, a look of embarrassment flushed through her cheeks.
“I’m really sorry; I shouldn’t have been standing so close. I guess I just grew incompetent in my excitement to finally meet you, Steve has said the most wonderful things.” Her voice flowed like honey and her eyelashes fluttered as she sent a sweet smile Bucky’s way.
Stupefied, Bucky searched for something to say. He longed to shake her hand but she’d held up the wrong one, he’d have to shake it with his metal arm and he wasn’t quite ready for that. Just as he’d formed a sentence that was somewhat coherent within the mess that was his mind, the woman in front of him filled the empty silence instead.
Dropping her arm, her smile faltered as a realised her mistake. “Anyway, it’s lovely to meet you even if I’m currently drenched in sweat. My names Rosemary, maybe we could hang out sometime? It was a real shame that you couldn’t join us this morning.” Giving Bucky one last smile, Rosemary turned around and started to leave the gym. Thinking that she’d upset Bucky, she deemed it best to just give him some time; maybe she could try again later.
On cue, Bucky’s stomach growled and gathering all the courage he could find, he blurted out the sentence that led to the blossoming of a beautiful friendship. “Do you to get McDonald’s?”
Stopping in her tracks, a smile burst onto Rosemary’s face. “I’m not a big fan of fast food but, after we’ve cleaned up, we could cook something? There’s no point Tony having a massive kitchen if no one uses it.” Turning round to see Bucky’s reaction, her smile grew even as she was faced with a warm smile and Bucky’s sparkling, grey eyes.
“That sounds good!” Bucky agreed.
Every day since then Rosemary and Bucky cooked together: sometimes it was for the whole team, sometimes it was just for them and sometimes they used their impressive skills to microwave some popcorn as they sat down to watch a movie. It gave Bucky, the release he needed. For that small part of his day, he could relax and forget every worry-
“Buck! The plums! You’re burning the plums.” Rosemary shouted as she rushed over to save the day. Well, every worry except burning the food in front of him.
“Are you doing okay today? You look very distracted.” Her voice turned soft as the turned towards Bucky, giving him her full attention.
The truth was that he was more than alright: he felt like he was on cloud nine. He and Rosemary had grown exponentially closer as they spent more and more time together, he woke up looking forward to seeing her and feel asleep still laughing at the mischief they wound themselves up in that day. His nightmares were fading and his face frequently wore a smile, a major improvement since when he’d first arrived.
Day by day he also felt himself falling further in love with her. He now noticed the way Rosemary’s hair shone white in the sunlight, how her blue iris’ were surrounded by a ring of emerald green, how her love of rock music (much to Bucky’s disgust) fuelled her shower sessions in the morning and how, despite her confidence, she often got embarrassed when given compliments.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Bucky sighed, a smile written upon his face. If only had the confidence to show her how he really felt.
“Good,” Rosemary replied, her voice almost a whisper as she doubted Bucky had told her the truth. “However, I have some bad news: I won’t be able to make our sessions anymore. Tony gets back from his mission tomorrow so, from now on, I’m going to be one very busy lady.”
Bucky’s body tensed up, what was he going to do? How could he get through her day without the smell of her sweet perfume or her infectious laughter? How dare Tony steal his happiness from him!
Much to Bucky’s disgust, Rosemary wasn’t lying or even exaggerating. She always seemed to be doing something or going somewhere and elevator conversations turned into quick nods of acknowledgement as she flew past him on the way to an important meeting, hugs turned into small smiles as they connected eyes from different sides of a room. It was killing Bucky.
His nightmares blazed throughout the night, scorching his mind and covering his skin in a thick layer of sweat. His room became his sanctuary once again, as he missed movie nights and stayed away from the smallest sign of human contact.
But Bucky wasn’t the only one his isolation was affecting, Steve’s heart hung heavy in his chest as he watched his best friend fall backwards into a pit of sorrow. Steve had to do something.
“What the hell happened to you, Buck?” Steve exclaimed, his throat dry and sore. Seeing Bucky like this filled him with so much pain and he couldn’t take it anymore.
Turning his head to look straight into Steve’s eyes, Bucky’s own eyes filled with tears. “I think I fell in love,” he croaked out. The look in Bucky’s eyes was indescribable; they were coated with a raging insufferable ache that turned his grey eyes dark with despair.
“Buck…” Steve sighed, reaching out to comfort his friend, his breath full of unease.
“Go on. Tell me that my feelings aren’t real, that I’m imagining them.” Bucky taunted, his voice laced with spite.
“I wasn’t going to say that,” Steve replied, averting his gaze to the floor.
“Yes, you were! You were going to say exactly that, just in the overly polite language that comes out of your mouth. I’ve had enough of people telling me what to feel and what not to feel.” The volume of Bucky’s voice increased as his body turned to stone; the only inclination of his true emotions was that sad look in his eyes.
Just as Steve was about to bombard Bucky with questions about his strong feelings of affection, it all fell into place. One word explaining it all: Rosemary. Without realising it she had strung Bucky along, every time they met he had latched more of himself onto her until Tony came back and she left. Steve would understand if Bucky had described it as a crush but love? How could you feel such strong feelings towards someone who was dating your enemy?
That was the thing: Bucky had no idea. Not wanting Bucky to hate her like he hated Tony, Rosemary had kept it from him. Her intentions were innocent but she’d wound up breaking Bucky’s heart into a million pieces. There was so much Bucky didn’t know that he’d filled the gaps with his own explanations about his arm driving Rosemary away, how she grew scared of him, how she got bored of his company and would now do anything to stay out of his way.
How was Steve going to explain the truth to Buck?
“She’s not the one for you, Buck, and you know it. There’s a difference between being in love with a person and being in love with the idea of that person. Or, maybe it’s the idea of having someone but she’s not yours to have.” Steve didn’t know how else to say it. But Bucky obviously didn’t take it the right way as he quickly stood up, mumbling phrases of hatred directed towards the world under his breath.
Steve was lost, he didn’t know what he could say nor do that would make it better. Maybe there wasn’t anything he could do.
“She’s dating Tony.” The words left his mouth before he could stop them tumbling out, he didn’t want to say it but someone had to tell Bucky and if Rosemary wouldn’t then it was up to Steve.
Bucky stopped, each word slicing a fresh wound into his heart.
“They’ve been dating for what seems like forever. Yes, that time has been filled with breaks here and there but at the end of the day, they always manage to wind up in each other’s arms. I’m not trying to manipulate your feelings, or whatever you’re accusing me of but, Buck, do you even know what you’re feeling?”
Bucky gathered his broken pieces together and kept walking.
“She’s truly a lovely person; she’s intelligent, kind, confident and normal. She doesn’t have a dark past or a hidden super power, the world doesn’t plaster her face in every museum known to man and a secret organisation doesn’t try and take her down. But that doesn’t mean she’s the right person for you. Someone is out there waiting for you to be their hero in shining armour but that girl isn’t Rosemary. She already her hero, she has Tony.”
Bucky was soon out of sight as he rushed away, fearing the words would blow out the small flame of happiness he felt inside him.
“I just don’t want to see you get hurt.” Steve cried, consumed with grief at the sight of his friend falling apart right before his eyes and he realised it was too late. Bucky was already torn into pieces.
Days and night soon merged into one as time was not a concept that interested Bucky anymore, he had to let himself grieve and he didn’t care how long it took. Steve’s words had brought him a sense of comfort and he realised the images that he made up in his head were thankfully just a product of his imagination. Bucky had no choice but wait till his body fixed itself, there was no cure for heartbreak or way he would speed up the process but he was willing to wait. It would all work out in the end.
Bucky no longer isolated himself from his friends; he joined in on games night and had frequent competitions with Sam in the gym. He laughed and let himself enjoy the comfort of his closest companions. Of course, the itch inside his chest remained but with every passing moment, it started to fade.
Then, finally, one day it clicked.
The feelings Bucky had once felt were not love, they were just as complicated but not the same. More than anything, it was a sense of admiration that consumed him. He was awestruck by her confidence and charisma but didn’t want them for himself.
Rosemary was an excellent cook but his plum pies were better. Rosemary was a good fighter but Bucky’s metal arm always gave him the upper hand. Don’t get it wrong, it was not a competition to Bucky but he realised all he’d done was put himself down by comparing himself to Rosemary. He’d instilled his happiness in the thought of her and that was dangerous, it had caused him to lose himself. He was too focused on her excellence to appreciate his own. It was impossible to truly compare himself to someone else as, that person had not experienced the same things as Bucky, not had to deal with the same grief and happiness Bucky had been through.
He realised that now and he realised how Steve was right all along: Rosemary was not the girl for him.
Months had passed and Bucky’s heart had healed, he certainly wasn’t ready for another heartbreak but was, somewhat, putting himself out there. He’d gone on a few dates ranging from bad to beyond terrible and maybe it was because he wasn’t used to modern dating or maybe it was Sam whispering (the worst) advice into his ear but he’d decided to ‘go with the flow’. It would happen when the time was right and Bucky was prepared to wait.
To Bucky, dates felt staged and unnatural. The women always seemed to be both kinky as hell and extremely bad at hiding it or scared. Two things Bucky was certainly not ready for.
Walking into the coffee shop, he was caressed by the warm smell of cappuccinos and hot chocolates. The store had recently opened up and, despite its popularity, the queues were short and the drinks were of the highest standard- according to Scott anyway, not that the man needed coffee anytime of the day. But the thing that interested Bucky the most was that upstairs was a library, anytime from 6am-11pm you could waltz into the store grab a coffee, sit down and read your favourite book.
Once Bucky had grabbed his drink, he practically ran up the stairs in order to get his favourite seat in the house. Stuck in the corner next a massive window, Bucky could sit peacefully in silence while admiring the views of upstate New York.
Bucky read in order to calm his mind, the words were a lullaby to his soul that slowed the erratic beating of his heart and transported him to another reality. He could spend days pouring himself into the pages as the dusty old smell sung his mind to sleep. A mind that overworked and over thought, haunted by the taste of blood and the screams of innocents.
“Sir, would you like some more coffee?” Your quiet voice questioned, rescuing Bucky from his thoughts. Looking up Bucky was awe-struck and with a quick nod of his head, he drank you in.
There was a shyness to the woman before him and a softness in your voice, your beauty was not regular like super models but gleamed furiously in the delicate edges of your face and the swell of your lips. It was as if the stars had decided to rest inside the beauty of your eyes, wrapped up in the warm hues of your soul.
Your beauty was not something that could physically be held, it was not determined by the size of your jeans or the colour of your hair but flowed through the warm winds that rippled through your clothes and intertwined with the fiery passion that raced through your veins.
You were neither a model nor someone who walked down red carpets and men would not stare as you walked through the street, due to the fact you were not the embodiment of society’s twisted definition of beauty.
And you were simply not what Bucky had wished for, you were more.
A/N: Constructive criticisms is appreciated! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!
Prompt: Lucy drops by the DEO regularly and is SHOOK at how quickly Maggie becomes a part of life there. Where Lucy ends up in their dynamic is your call
So you said you wanted more feels. You got ‘em. Fair warning, Lucy feels ahead.
Lucy Lane Loves Leather and Pain
Major Lucy Lane (never Lucille, shut the fuck up, Danvers) was the younger sister to a legend, an internationally renowned journalist, married to a goddamn superhero (and Lucy is very much bitter that she had to figure that one out on her own, as if she was never told because she spent so long with her father, no, she had to figure out that Clark and Kal were the same person). Major Lucy Lane lost her boyfriend to not one, but two goddamn Supers.
Major Lucy Lane spent a good portion of her life being jealous as hell. What does it take, she’d wonder, to actually be seen for myself.
It didn’t help that those damn supers were so nice. She tried to hate Kara. Kara Danvers was a giant ball of sunshine who stole her boyfriend without trying to at all, and then to find out she was Supergirl on top of everything, well that was just swell. And she had always gotten on better with Clark than with Lois, even before the Great Family Blow Up.
Lucy wanted to be seen as something other than the lesser member of her family. After everything went down with Myriad and almost sending Danvers Sr. and not-Hank Henshaw to CADMUS, she figured she and the elder Danvers had a lot in common and could relate. After they got over the whole arrested-you-and-had-you-carted-off-to-an-experimental-black-site-that-later-turned-out-to-be-the-home-to-domestic-terrorism thing. Alex said she was over it. Except for when she wanted to win, in which case, Alex was kind enough to hold it over Lucy’s head.
Alex held a lot of things over Lucy’s head, and often literally, because Alex Danvers is an asshole and thought short jokes were funny.
It took time though, for Lucy to really make it past the spiky Agent Danvers persona. Kara was easy, Kara accepted everyone with open arms until you literally proved you had no hope for redemption, and Winn wasn’t far behind. But Alex was cautious, Alex didn’t trust people, and it didn’t matter how many drinks they shared while complaining about super siblings and falling short, Alex held very much of herself at bay.
DADT was very much a thing during her career in the military. Her father was a general. Lucy’s attraction to both genders was something acknowledged after nights of heavy drinking or contemplative staring into the mirror, it was never something she actively pursued. That would have won her no favors with her father, the only family that hadn’t died or picked up and left, and he was all she had. When she broke from him, she suddenly found herself with friends and a new city, a new confidence she didn’t know what to do with.
Alex Danvers had always pinged her radar as less than straight, although her interactions with Maxwell Lord were nothing but pure entertainment for Lucy. The disgust on her face when Alex mentioned he once tried to feed her was priceless. Alex Danvers held everyone at bay, but over time, after her teams moved to the city base and they were relegated to once or twice a month bar meets, Lucy found herself wanting more than just friendship from the taller agent. She was beautiful, brilliant, perpetually single, and she understood.
So Lucy invited her out for drinks.
Alex invited Vasquez and Kara out for a girls’ night.
Lucy tried a fancy dinner, but an alien rampaging downtown ruined that one.
She tried cooking dinner, but that turned into another girls’ night.
Lucy wasn’t sure if this was Alex Danvers’ attempt to let her down gently, but it was really beginning to piss her off. Danvers wasn’t like Kara, she clearly couldn’t be wooed with food. And there were always drinks involved, so a nice whiskey wasn’t going to get her point across.
Lucy was beginning to think she needed to flat out ask Alex if she wanted to make out when the cop started showing up. She got the joy of hearing Alex bitch about the cop who tried to steal her crime scene at the airport. Lucy got to hear about the alien bar from everyone who got to spend time there, but she could never seem to make it.
And the cop. She got to hear about the cop so often.
Lucy is a jealous person.
Lucy freely admits that.
Alex Danvers doesn’t make friends.
Alex Danvers is finally friends with Lucy, even if the oblivious asshole never opens those goddamn whiskey deep eyes and notices the bisexual waving a pride flag in her goddamn face and asking her out every twenty minutes.
One could maybe see why Lucy was less than thrilled to hear about Alex having a new friend. A pretty friend. A smart friend. A brave friend.
Hello, Danvers, all that and a much better uniform is sitting right in front of your goddamn face. Would like to maybe sit on your goddamn face.
A cop friend who apparently was Alex’s gay awakening and excuse me what the absolute fuck I have been throwing myself at you for the last year.
For someone so damn smart, Alex Danvers was a goddamn dumbass.
And Pam was supposed to be on Lucy’s side, okay? Legal and HR are supposed to be tight, they are not supposed to give clearance to a crush’s crush okay they are supposed to make the other woman’s life impossible that what HR and Legal do.
Lucy always seems to miss meeting the cop when she visits. Which is odd, because no one ever shuts up about her. Winn goes on about how she saved his ass and she’s almost as awesome as his new bff Lena. James, her ex boyfriend who knows her a little too well and just smirks. Sweet, oblivious to her own bisexuality, ray of sunshine Kara Danvers is, of course, gushing about the woman who makes her sister so happy and she’s so helpful even if she eats weird healthy food. Even J’onn likes her, and he’s Alex’s Space Dad, no one is good enough for his favorite child and he’s said as much to Lucy’s face as nicely as possible.
It’s a Friday night when Lucy finally manages to ditch Major Lane early enough to catch beers in town with her friends. Well, she could have ditched the Major, but Lucy looks damn good in her uniform and she’s fairly confident the cop will notice, even if Agent Oblivious doesn’t.
The cop is hot. Like, wandering the desert for forty years hot.
But that’s not important.
What’s important is that Agent Alex Danvers sees Major Lucy Lane enter an alien bar in full uniform and looks her up and down, eyes wide, like she’s never seen Lucy before. Like she’s pairing the uniform with the sweaty body she spars with on Tuesday mornings, the one she pins down with a laugh only to get flipped on her own back because Lucy takes nothing lying down, not even her massive crush on the most oblivious woman on the planet (Kara, of course, is the most oblivious alien).
“Lookin’ good, Major.”
Lucy smiles, wide and full of teeth, “I look even better out of uniform and you know it, Agent.”
Alex isn’t the only one looking Lucy up and down. Not that Lucy’s complaining, because it’s nice to see she can still make a first impression. But the girlfriend (because that’s what she is) is less pleased at the laughing bear hug that Alex gives Lucy. Full body contact that literally lifts Lucy off her feet, smelling of leather and lavender and ozone from that damnable space gun of hers. Lucy takes her chance to wrap her arms around Alex’s neck and let herself fall into it. She likes feeling like she was missed.
Alex finally sets her down and spins her to face the hot cop, hands strong and warm over the dress blues. “Maggie, this is Major Lucy Lane, the desert’s biggest pain in the ass. Luce, this is Detective Maggie Sawyer, NCPD Science Division.”
The woman’s dark eyes stare her down. But she’s unsure about something. She’s trying to project a confidence she doesn’t feel, and Lucy might have missed it if she didn’t see the same thing in Alex every time Kara or J’onn was in trouble. Jesus, Lane, is that your type? Leather and bravado?
Not that Lucy blames herself at all.
They make it look hot.
Sawyer reaches out a hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”
Lucy shakes it. She’s jealous, not a bitch. “You too. Alex talks about you so much it’s like I know you already.”
Alex dips around Lucy to reach for her drink and throw it back.
Maggie smiles, slow and wide, and Lucy knows she’s fucked when she realizes the devil wears leather and sparkling fucking eyes are you for real. “Is that right, Danvers?”
Alex chokes a little, wiping clumsily at her mouth. “Pfft.”
Three beers are dropped off by a bartender that the three women barely notice. Lucy plays with the neck of her bottle before taking a swig. It’s just the three of them, and Alex and Maggie are leaning into each other, not even holding hands, and Lucy kind of wants to deck the detective.
“So, Sawyer, I have to know…”
Maggie and Alex both pin her down with curious stares. It’s just the three of them, and it’s about to get real awkward, because fuck it, Lucy wants to know. Because she’s Lucy, because she’s petty, because she’s jealous, she waits until they both go to take a sip. Lucy smirks. Go big or go home, Lane.
“How did you get her attention? Because I’ve been asking her out for a year.”
Maggie takes a slow, slow swallow, her eyes darting between Alex and Lucy, considering, a small smirk beginning to pull at the edges of her mouth.
Alex spits her beer all over an alien looking for a fight.
He found one.
And Lucy finds herself incredibly impressedturned on with the way these women got creative with pool sticks.
What do you think your first kiss with Shawn would be Like? Looks like you like this type of Questions❤
I really love these kind of question, hihi.
I think your first kiss with Shawn would be very spontaneous. Like you
wouldn’t see it coming at all. Sure, you’d wanted to kiss him for a while, but
because you had just gotten to know each other, you didn’t really expect
anything to happen. You would be hoping it would, but you wouldn’t expect
I think the first kiss would be very sweet and tender, like gently and “down
to earth”. Like it wouldn’t be this big, dramatic thing, in a big dramatic
scene. Shawn would kiss you for the first time, when it felt just right to him
and then no matter what you guys were doing, he’d just act on the impulse taking
you by surprise. It would be completely unexpected, but it would be just
It would be at home, lying in bed on a late regular week night, talking
about your biggest dreams. You’d be talking about something you wanted achieve
or a goal of yours and then suddenly, Shawn would close the tiny gap between
your lips, completely unpredicted, in the middle of your sentence. His hands
would disappear into your hair and he would pull you even closer to his welcoming
warm lips. The kiss would taste sweet to you. He would take your breath away
and leave your entire body quivering afterwards. You’d just be looking at him
with heavily flushed cheeks, out of breath and completely messed up in your
thoughts and go like “what just happen?” and Shawn would send you a cheeky
smile and reply “I just love it when you talk about things you’re passionate
about.” Shawn would love the fact, that you had your own goals and you were ready
to do whatever to get there, it would turn him on so much.
Or it would be in the car, when he was picking you up after a long day
at work/school. You would be exhausted and maybe have a little headache, but
then Shawn’s beautiful smile would meet you and suddenly everything seemed
better already. He’d tell you, you looked beautiful today, even though you
knew, you were probably a mess after hours of being stressed out. It wouldn’t
mind to Shawn though, he loved seeing you like that. All fluffy and flushed with
messy hair. Before starting to drive, he would check you’d put on our seatbelt.
Shawn would let you pick the music on the car ride home and when your favourite
song blasted out the stereo in the car, you would sing along from the top of
your lungs. Shawn would join in and the two of you would be rocking it out in
his jeep. When the chorus came on, he’d let you sing it along, completely
taking back by your voice. Not that you were the best singer at all, but he
would just love how you didn’t care about it, because you loved to jam out to
your favourite song and no one or anything were going to stop you from doing
that. Not even sitting next to Shawn freaking Mendes. The car would make it to
a red light and Shawn would gently grab around your hand, stroking it softly.
You’d watch as a wide smile spread on his lips, when your eyes caught his. He’d
let his thumb slide to your cheek, stroking it lovingly, before leaning in and
planting a couple of quick, but sweet and damp kisses on your tender lips. He
would kiss you, like it was the most normal thing to do. When the light would
be about to turn green, he’d pull back and just look at you, smiling this major
goofy smile. Shawn would let his thumb stroke your quivering lips, before
turning his attention on the road again. You would lick your lips, just to make
the taste of him last a little longer, already craving his soft lips on yours again.
You’d bite your lip and smile the entire way home.
It would be simple, innocent and very sweet, but it would be just
perfect. (dirty and steamy kisses would come shortly after)
A/N: A whole lot of fluff for our fluffy leader Namjoon’s birthday. Also, this was a request for an anon so I hope you like it!
Pairing: Namjoon x Reader
Word Count: 2.7k
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“Remind me why I am coming to one of your philosophy parties again?” you asked your roommate as you slipped your dress over your head.
Hani had just finished getting dressed. She put her hands on her hips and sighed, “Because, I don’t like anyone in my major. And you haven’t left your studio in like 2 weeks. I think the paint fumes are getting to your brain”
“That’s not true. I’m not at the studio now” Hani shot you an unamused joke. “Any time I go with you I spend most of the time in the bathroom playing Mystic Messenger because I have no clue what the hell any of you are talking about”
Hani sighed, “If it’s really that bad then I’ll buy you pancakes or something, okay?”
You took in your reflection one last time. You weren’t trying to impress anyone, “Buy me chocolate chip pancakes and then we have a deal”
She rolled her eyes, “You’re such a child”
You threw on your coat, “And soon I’ll be a child with pancakes”
The two of you stood in front of the apartment door. You tensed, desperately wanting to make a run for it Hani instinctively grabbed you by the elbow, “Don’t even think about it”
You groaned, “There better be something other than red wine at this thing”
Your roommate rolled her eyes, “I can’t make any promises” she said as she knocked on the front door.