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[lawycr]

[lawycr]

question is...would you swipe right again for grant?

          “for a bit of non-committal fun? sure, why not? single twenty-five year old, after all. besides, not like i have many other options right now. unless, you know... oliver queen matches my swipe.”

[lawycr]

frogmanwilson:

          Grant lifted up his shit, revealing his midriff and torson.m His body was indeed shaped to perfection, but he was noticeably deformed. He carried a verticle and twisting scar from his waistline curve between his pecks above his heart. There was also the remnants of skin graphs, flesh hardened and weathered from burns. “ Yeah, blowing myself wasn’t without it hurts; but finally killing one of those super freaks was worth it./” A burning sentiment of hatred, much like post-Pearl Harbour or 9/11 vengeance or justice was seething inside many people and there were more and more incidents every day. He lost his whole team and hundreds of thousands went down in that city, not counting the worldwide calamities of the Enchantress and her brother. Spinning off Grant smirked, clapping his hands together, “ you want a foot rub huh? You look like you had an awful day, I got pretty good at giving those.” 

           lucy’s eyes are accustomed to following the sculpted lines of a male’s bare torso whenever she is around one, but the marks stop her in her tracks. instead, reaching out with a hand while he explained, lucy lightly touched the jagged scar that ran the length of his upper body. she didn’t mean to be intrusive; she respected the fact that this may be unwanted by him, but she can’t seem to move her hand away. “i’ve -- i’ve seen a lot of wounded soldiers when on base, but this? it’s a miracle you survived.” with a feather-light touch, she traced a short length of the scar before looking up at him. “i appreciate the offer, but i don’t like my feet being touched. feel free to switch up the offer to a back rub, though. after all, i am the injured one here.” she had yet to move her hand.

[lawycr]

grant swipe right or swipe left

          “i think we both know the answer to this.”

[lawycr]

olvier queen swipe right or swipe left

          “are we talking about shirtless oliver queen here? if so, i’ve never swiped right so damn fast before. what a man.”

[lawycr]

dinah swipe right or swipe left

          “swipe left. i’m not gay nor attracted to women, plus she’s technically kind of my boss so boundaries. they exist for a reason, people.”

[lawycr]

frogmanwilson:

          “ Yeah you should see it, I am jacked right now; mroe than anyone human possible. I mean I only sleep four hours a night but I can lift a city bus over my head and I can catch a bullet with my teeth.” He amused in jest, tapping his teeth, though, joking about the latter. “ yeah, a lot of work, lot of grants, gee I might break bad just a little bit, selling pirated movies and such; back before we had Netflix and your computer didn’t get Aids from limewire.” Grant, glib as ever, held a giddy stare and his eyes down where she wanted him to look, his eyes rolling back at the sight, Goddamn Lane your amazing. “ Maybe when you fall asleep on me I might rub your tummy while you sleep, see if you smile like a dog.” Grant posed, sitting down on the couch, “ Uh Lane, you like Belly Rubs? you like belly rubs girl?” He teased, 

          “okay then... show me,” lucy challenged. she took his words as such which led to her egging him on. if he was truly what he said he was then she wanted proof. not because she didn't believe him or because she was jealous of something with power, but because the curiosity burned through her veins. it was her innate nature to seek the proof in claims that were extraordinary in every way. she supposed it was what led to her becoming a lawyer. she always looked for an answer. “limewire... i remember that,” she made a face. “the general punished me for an entire month for breaking his computer with it. in my defense, i couldn't give a damn about it.” she was definitely a firecracker, that was for sure. “do that and i'll bite your hand off,” she glared at grant for a moment before taking a seat next to him, one leg now tucked under her body. “okay, but speak to me like that again and i'll feed your testicles to the nearest stray mutt.”

[lawycr]

lvislcne:

“It’s Saturday, Luc.” Lois gave her sister a strange glance, still not entirely awake. “I’m trying to cut back on the time I spend in the office… You know, be an actual human. –So I’m all yours.”

          “right, yeah... me too,” lucy nodded, in reality, her mentor was currently in an alcohol-fuelled bender and the office wasn’t exactly a nice atmosphere to be in because of it. “i need... well, a drink, but since it’s early i guess i’ll settle on some advice.”

[lawycr]

was it good?

          “was what good? not asking the general for permission to have adult relations because, you know, i’m an adult? maybe.” 

[lawycr]

what is the worst thing you've ever felt and why?

          “heartbreak. i don’t really think i need a reason for that? it sucks to have your heart broken. hell, it’s a lot worse to be distrusted then have no control over the situation that shatters your heart.”

[lawycr]

oh boy a boy in your bed your father has to know this already and he's gonna give grant a talking too

          “you are aware that i am a twenty-five year old single female, right? i’m allowed to have sex without the general’s permission. not that i’ve actually ever asked for permission to do anything, let’s be real here.”

[lawycr]

LUCY AND GRANT IN A TREE, K I S S I N G

          “it was actually a bed, not a tree -- nice try, though. besides, it won’t happen again.”

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She is the kind of girl who says everything she wants to and means everything she says. If she told you she likes your hair, that’s all it means- she likes your hair. Nothing less, nothing more. No, it doesn’t mean she is romantically interested in you, as so many of you tend to think and no, it doesn’t mean she is just flattering you, she really likes your hair. People tend to find words in her silence and read between her lines, but what if there are no silent words? What if all that is said is meant? What if all she wants is to be heard and nothing more?

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