After the World Has Fallen~ John Egan x Reader

Murder on the Microphone

The upbeat tunes of jazz and laughter filled the room as she entered the party thrown by the 100th bomb squad. Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor, hips swaying while she walked. Any excuse she could get to dress up she will gladly take for the reason she decided on one of her off-shoulder dresses that accents her figure in all the right places. Her confidence exceeding the height of the men surrounding her when she noticed the looks being thrown her way. There were very few women at these parties, and the ones who decided to attend, normally have a man at their command, wishing nothing more than to go home with the lady stood at their side.

She adjusts her gloves and clutches her purse, making her way to the bar ordering herself one of her favourite drinks. Her eyes scan the room analyzing the familiar faces and not-so familiar ones until they land on the very two men of whom she has become close friends with. Major Gale Cleven and Major John Egan, more familiarly known as the dynamic duo Buck and Bucky. Unfortunately, Buck already has a girl, Marge who is one of sweetest girls she's met, so I guess it wouldn't be classified as unfortunate. Bucky on the other hand, could be considered a ladies man with all the unfamiliar bedrooms he's woken up in. Did that stop her from admiring him? No, not at all. He was undeniably one of the most handsome men in the room. Broad shoulders, dark hair, dark eyes, flirtatious personality, and a charming smile that was accented with dimples.

The girl at the bar finished her drink, along with her people watching and made her way over to the pair of men. Bucky notices her first, raising his eyebrows, shamelessly looking her up and down while letting out a low whistle.

"Evening Majors", she smiles and takes a stand beside them, leaning her hip and elbow on the table so she could face the two clearly.

Buck smiles and nods in a greeting, holding his glass in the air ever so slightly, "Evening Y/N. You look nice."

"My Y/N, I don't get to see you all dolled up very often and I must say it is always pleasure", Bucky says with a grin tugging at the corners of his lips, straightening out his posture.

Y/N bites back the smile that tries to pry its way out and bows her head down before looking back up "Always a charmer, aren't you Bucky. How many girls have you tried picking up so far? I see none with you, so I'd assume they weren't very entertained."

Bucky chuckles, his dimples showing as he shakes his head, taking a sip of his drink, "None so far. Yet, they have come up to me. I mean, can you blame em'?"

God, his smile was incredibly capturing. The way his smile lines formed around his mouth, accentuating his jawline in a way of their own lighting up his face was a beautiful sight to see. Y/N always thought so anyway.

"But I say you've captured the attention of many just walking over here. How long has it been? 20 minutes?", he continues motioning with his glass in hand around the crowded room.

"He's trying to say you look nice", Buck explains with a hint of a laugh for his friend who seems to have a bit of help from liquid courage, saying pretty much anything that comes to mind.

"You think so Buck?" she smiles over at him, playing dumb with the words that were being thrown her way as he nods.

Our discussion was cut short as a certain song started bouncing a beat off the walls. A particularly upbeat one, a familiar one. Averting her gaze from the blonde, Y/N looks over at the other who seemed to be getting antsy. Snapping his fingers to the rhythm and bouncing his leg up and down.

"I should sing", he says looking over at Buck who just shakes his head no. "C'monnn, should I?" He asks one of his colleges who didn't hesitate to say no. Y/N lets out a short snort of laughter at the quick decline. "What do you say Y/N?"

"Don't do it Major", she says half laughing. "You do this every night, just let your voice rest for one."

He nods, looking around the room rapidly while getting impatient. He pushes himself off the table and walks away facing us "I'm gonna sing", he concludes, eyes lighting up with determination before speed walking to the microphone.

A well-known fact about John Egan is that he can't sing. He loves to do it but isn't very talented when it comes to vocalizing the lyrics. You could say he only gets away with it from his looks, rank, and of course, his charisma. He takes ahold of the microphone, leaning the stand around with his movements and puts his mouth up close to get the best sound and pours his heart out. Y/N places one of her gloved hands in front of her mouth to block the amused laugh that was escaping her lips. The sound of men sighing and groaning in annoyance once hearing him was quite the scene as Bucky's only focus was his own voice bouncing off the walls.

Y/N leans over in the direction of buck "Does your boyfriend ever listen?", she asks referring to man he considers a brother.

He shakes his head with an unremovable smile. "Unfortunately, not."