#DUDE IM LITERALLY SO ENJOYING WRITING THESE LITTLE DRABBLES OF HER AND READER BEING SILLY AND IN LOVE AHHHH

[lambilegs]

ALSO lee explaining all the rules and ins and outs of her job and how it works to reader bc they’re just so curious/have so many questions

and reader asking silly questions like “is there actually a secret division for alien investigations??”

reader essentially thinks fbi = men in black

AND IT KINDA WORKS WITH THE MOVIE TOO BC THEY PLAY INTO THAT TROPE WITH THE PSYCHIC TESTS N STUFF

anyways i think this is cute

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♡ note to anon: PLSSSSS THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE LEE AND READER HAVING ALL THESE CUTE LITTLE MOMENTS WAHHHH

she'd be flashing you the most deadpan stares, eyes slightly narrowed and mouth flattened into a firm line. when you continue watching her, though, chin perched on your first, she sighs and answers, "no."

if you continue, asking with a faint whine, "but, why not? you know I read an article outlining different theories of them existing on earth, and it would really make sense if these services look into it," she'll simply tap her long fingers on the table, silently absorbing all your words before saying, "you trust too much stuff you read."

you scoff indignantly. "but, there is some merit to it, you know! there's some really convincing stuff on there, and--"

"show it to me, and I'll debunk it."

"lee, you do realize there's some stuff that even you can't explain, right?" you drawl, folding your arms on the table and leaning to her.

her gaze skips between your eyes and mouth before clearing her throat and looking downwards. "I'm aware. but, then are other things that can be easily disproven through relying on something other than impulsively published articles that probably aren't peer-reviewed."

you roll your eyes, grumbling, "you're such a snob, lee."

"if it saves you from being gullible, that's okay."

you burst into laughter from her dead, blunt tone, totally devoid of humour or amusement. "so, you're doing all this to protect me?"

she pauses in her movements, stilling before nodding her head feebly. "mhm."

"wow, you must like me so much," you giggle, drawing a finger tip down the muscles of her pretty, pretty neck.

"you're alright."

your bottom lip puckers out. "just 'alright'?"

she hums, the picture of nonchalance, though your eyes, well-seasoned in the practice of detecting her micro-expressions, catch sight of the pink dusted on her cheeks.

"even in spite of my really interesting and well-thought-out theories of how the fbi is probably looking into-- mmph!"

your words shoot into a singular, muffled noise of surprise when she firmly plants her lips onto yours. her cool fingers cup your jaw, thumb smoothing over the plane of your cheek as she languidly kisses you silent.

when she parts from you, she whispers, "just send it to me later."