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Lena Luthor x reader (I think I was made to love you; tell me it’s true)

Request: " you touch her , I kill you " and " you act like you're the bad boy , but you're not " with lena

a/n: y’know what this apparently calls for?? PINEY CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS TIME. BECAUSE I’M IN THE MOOD FOR LIKE, the smallest amount of angst and I just wanted to suffer through it. Because like, imagine Lena interacting with someone who has just as much of a guilt complex as she does... HOPELESS.

I was definitely in some sorta mood... really couldn’t tell you why. I shall take this prompt and run with it! It’s a little cute and dumb. I was like, probably at the half-way mark of this before I looked at it all and went wtf are you even talking about? LOL, but I’ve finished it, so I’m definitely happy about it. I figured there’s not enough campy, YA-esque romance stories starring you as the useless protagonist, so I just HAD to do this... there was no other way lol. This one’s a bit of a monster. Hope y’all like it, and I hope the wait was worth it!! Thank you so much for reading :D

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Throughout most of your formative years, you were always underestimated. Your teachers would first look at you on the first day of school every year and even at your young age, you could tell they were eyeing you with some level of wariness and suspicion.

You’d always taken great pleasure in proving them wrong, proving to be not the troubled delinquent they thought with unfailing frequency you would surely be, nor no more than the above-average student either.

You simply just were, and for so often in your life you merely drifted through and participated when it was really demanded of you.

As such, your parents and whoever else decided to give a damn whenever they so happened to remember you would comment on your penchant for underachieving, would state their desire for you to do more, to do better, and this was a surefire way to antagonize you more than you’d care to show.

It was the principle of the thing, really - to think they’d know you well at all to make such valuations like that, as if they had any real sway in shaping you into the person you are now; that annoyed you to no end.

The only thing you could say with confidence that any significant person in your life contributed to your personality was your disgruntled irritation at most figures of authority.

You attributed your affinity for letting most things simply wash over you to them as well - you’ve spent a good portion of your life letting half-baked words of love and affection fall on deaf ears, the pressure and expectation of achievement and this sole importance it held with your parents, and their legacy, and the shame that you weren’t as invested in doing good for the family as they wanted you to be was just begging for you to deflect with cynicism.

You wouldn’t say it made you apathetic, you would rather say it made you jaded and pragmatic. If you could achieve things in a way that was the total opposite of your current disposition and act out of the sheer force of spite rather than deflate with self-sabotaging indifference as is your natural reaction, you would certainly have chosen that instead.

All things considered, this surely lent itself to the ever-evolving mystery that was your entire relationship with Lena Luthor, and you always wondered just how it was you landed yourself into a role in her life; even more so, you wondered just how it was you even got to call yourself anything of hers at all.

Lillian hated the idea of you, that much was clear to you as you grew into your teenage years, and you think this was part of the allure of you that drew Lena in instantly.

Despite this, you didn’t mind at all, even when so often people using you for whatever reason or another that aggravated you, you could say with startling certainty that you have not once in your life harboured anything close to animosity when it came to Lena.

Somehow, it was just different when it came to her, and though you knew you started off a little bit as a pawn in her teenage rebellion, it came to the point where you ended up being so much more than that anyway, and that’s what counted to you.

You always knew where you stood with Lena, and you appreciated that. For all her antics and her mind games to vex her mother, you still knew who you were to her, and you took comfort in your part.

You’d spent most of your afternoons with her the summer before she left for boarding school, watching as she swung herself on the swing at the park and leaned backwards to look at your mildly confused expression.

She laughed when she called out to you, telling you to join her and watch the clouds do gymnastics as she flew upside down.

You grinned then, not able to resist the amusement evident on her face so you sat yourself on the other swing and pushed yourself, rushing for momentum to catch up with her height, but she was always just a little bit higher than you.

Your protests and grumblings chased after her; her wonderful, youthful laughter ringing through the park at your grievances and sure, you may have stared a little bit too long at her head tilted back in glee, laughter tumbling from her lips like an untamed musical score.

You hadn’t admitted it then, but as much as the rippling, afternoon sun warmed your skin, there was something about her smile that did the same to your heart.

She was infectious, and you smiled whenever Lena laughed, and back then that didn’t cause you much alarm.

And so it was, somewhere along the way you gave Lena much of your heart, and whatever she felt, you felt too. So when she cried that last week of August before the inevitable week of radio silence enforced by her mother as the last-shot attempt to reign Lena in, you got a little misty-eyed too.

She’d hugged you at the park that last day and held onto you like no kids your age should have any right to; with the level of desperation and unnamed fear in her eyes that now, you think was unfair for her to ever know then.

She stayed in your arms and sniffled into your sweater, tears wetting your shoulder as you kept her there and stood only at a slight loss for words. And with the expected passion and fervency of any daughter of a Luthor could muster, she demanded your staying presence in her life, made you promise explicitly to keep in touch, and she in turn would write to you always and, you’d better write her back!

Lena had asked, and she’d cried, and she’d muttered soft mumblings that were muffled by her tearsoaked solace in your shoulder, and you think that alone was her covenant.

She’d asked you and made you promise, as if you would make any other choice that would lead you away from her; you matched her ardour with your own promises, and reassured yourself as you reassured her.

Even after you watched her walk away to the big Luthor manor on her own - knowing you couldn’t accompany her - you felt a little bit taller, a little bit like a giant, and you’ve resolved that it made a little god out of you.

You puffed your chest out and walked back to your house with your head held high, only letting it fall when you laid to rest, and only in some muted prayer as you ducked your head at your desk that night, already writing the first letter to her in the dimmed lighting of your bedroom before she was even gone.

(You couldn’t sleep; you couldn’t fall asleep without writing first, and you think in a way, it felt a lot like talking to her before you closed your eyes, and you quite liked that very much.)

So that’s what you did; you wrote to Lena everyday. For every day of your high school life, as inconsequential and trivial as the day could have been or for as eventful and triumphant, you told her everything, refusing to forget anything.

But as much as she was just as happy to reply to your bulk of letters in one giant reply of her own, you think she may have been holding back, and honestly how could you have blamed her?

Somewhere in your sophomore year of high school, you stopped hearing about all the other girls at Lena’s boarding school or of her excitement of the things she’s learning and found yourself reading her description of the sky as she saw it at that very moment, somehow able to hear her voice and how her mouth might have ticked upwards in a little smile as she wrote about the pretty colours of dusk, or like how quiet her voice gets when she’s on the tail end of some poetic rumination and it’s one of those things you let slide, opting not to tease her about the things she says this time.

She talked about what was around her often, and you took notice of the way she nearly stopped describing her own life or her experiences in a way that was once candid and earnest that she did when you were together, but you figured that was just growing up.

You liked the way Lena described her world; you thought as you read her gradually contemplative paragraphs that she’s really grown up, and you were happy for her.

In junior year, you got a letter from her - the first one in two weeks - and it stuck with you as a defining moment for reasons you hadn’t understood then and are only beginning to realize now; it was a distinct turning point in your young life, and it was just one of many crossroads in your path in which you could have walked the other way, but did not.

You had become privy to the demands of life; you understood that life had its moments and you were demanded to be present for them - with this knowledge, you were still just as excited to be receiving anything from Lena at all as you were the very first time you’d gotten your first letter from her.

In her letter, she’d described a book she was reading for her English class, and said nothing much of it apart from mentioning how she thinks you’d have loved that book, that she knows you wouldn’t be able to stop talking about it even after you’d left class, and it was in that moment - with all the years you’d spent in high school - it was in that moment when it really struck you just how much you missed Lena.

So it went, you wrote to her and she wrote back. You graduated senior year and you were set to go off to National City University. You’d left home without much fanfare - it was what was expected of you, after all, and you spent the drive there with your parents in silence and spared one quick goodbye before they left you to your own devices seemingly for real this time.

Throughout your time in high school, you wrote to Lena every day. You told her nearly everything you were willing to admit - there were some letters you just didn’t send; they didn’t feel right, there was something missing, always it felt like the entire thing was off, and it was another day passed until the next time you’d get to hear from her.

You didn’t think you’d forgotten to mention anything, but you felt a lack of something integral in the words you were saying, and you’d stopped trying to figure out what exactly it was and just didn’t say them at all.

As often as she’d write to you and reply to your long-winded ramblings and excited rants, you think she may have been holding back, and could you really have blamed her?

You were holding back too.

You tried not to think too much about how much less Lena seemed to be when she wrote to you. You don’t think about how quickly the thought comes to you that you could read her so easily in the words she’s written and the things she hasn’t said.

You tried not to think about how it might have been a long time coming, how it may have started somewhere in high school, and you really think to sift through your hundreds of letters from her to define the exact moment she started seeming dimmer, but you don’t do it.

Somehow, with those flimsy sheets of paper in your hand, she seemed heavier, and you didn’t know how to broach that with her... so you didn’t.

You didn’t hear from Lena about her relationship with Jack Spheer - who were you to demand that expectation from her?

You loved Lena enough to take what she’d give you, and you’d never asked much from her.

You heard it first from a gossip column; oddly enough, you stumbled upon it in your Twitter feed seemingly accidentally, and you felt neither the sting nor the ache of ignorance; it just was what it was.

It was in one letter you figured it out, screaming out at you from within her neatly scrawled sentences.

Lena told you excitedly with the same determination and invincibility of sheer will you’d only seen in your childhood and so seldom the past few years of your young adulthood that she was going to find the cure to cancer, and that a boy named Jack was working with her to do it - it was at this very moment that you finally understood that she was in love.

You got it, dear god, did you get it. You remembered your fondest memories of Alicia, a past girlfriend from your second year of university who asked nothing of you but for your own happiness, whatever it may have been; she compelled you to become a better man.

She made you feel both parts resolute and infinite; you could have walked to the ends of hell and back just to be good for her.

For the entirety of your relationship with her until the very end, Alicia made you feel impossible. She made you feel like you could do anything. And in the irony of it all, you couldn’t be what she needed you to be.

She taught you everything that you didn’t know had to be taught; she showed you how to fight well and how to make up just as well. She taught you how to apologize and how to comfort someone who didn’t cope in the way you were so familiar with. She taught you things you just couldn’t know on your own, and you figure that’s just why you’ve come to the end of your learning with her.

You’d hoped you taught her just as much - she’d said rather often how you were a stabilizing force in her life. She was a girl who loved life and she never kept anything to herself; whether it was her love, her goodness, or her fury, everyone around her would feel it and know about it.

Alicia was a girl who was so into her world, and she loved everything with unparalleled passion as much as she fought with that same level. You hadn’t thought much of it then, but in retrospect, you think you grounded her. You calmed her in a way she may have been wary of before you, but you think now, she can take that bravery with her long after you.

You loved her, and you broke up mutually one late Thursday night, crying in each other’s arms and flitting back and forth from ending it to just hanging on a little bit longer, back to ending it again.

Hours had passed and you both finally accepted the end for what it was; it was too late for her to go back home and neither of you were quite ready to say goodbye - you let her sleep in your bed while you curled up in the loveseat at the corner of your dorm until morning.

And so you thought, if Alicia did the impossible and showed you that you were a man who could be a worthy partner, that you could be someone who was just as meaningful as an individual as well as a second half of a relationship, that you could be expected to do things that weren’t in your own interests and not at all feel as small as you often did when you were around your family, then Lena Luthor could very well cure cancer.

In no uncertain terms, you thought about how fantastic it was that she had something, that she was revived with the excitement you were convinced had been lost to her, and at the same time you tried so ardently to ignore how messy and selfish you truly were in your reluctance to concede to her statement, that she was going to cure cancer.

You tried in vain to ignore how the simple innocence of her admission felt a lot like a stab in the gut - there’s meaning in her words where it may not have been intended to be at all, maybe you were reading into your feelings too deeply and were overreacting to her seemingly flippant behaviour at the veiled confession.

Any way you put it, you were still the world’s biggest asshole for reacting like shit when Lena, your first and longest friend, tells you she’s going to cure cancer, and you were the world’s biggest asshole because the only thing you took from the pure goodness of her noble intentions is that she was in love, and you wondered why you were being such a dick about the whole thing.

You tried so hard to ignore the ugliness of your feelings; how mixed and troubled and menacing they were. You tried to ignore the poetic implications of Lena’s words and thought nothing else of the matter.

You wrote your letters to Lena, and she wrote back to you. You became less excitable about your routine of checking your mailbox, thinking you would hear less from her then.

And even still, surely as your luck would have it, it would be that very moment in life where she’d begin writing more to you unprompted and with growing frequency again, and who could have blamed you if you were just the slightest bit happy to fall into your anticipation of her letters - that she actually wants to talk to you and is seeking you out?

You passed your classes with high seventies, maybe mid-eighties if you were really trying to work hard, you had your casual dalliances with girls who expected nothing much from you, and with whom you expected nothing less.

It was easy, and it didn’t require much thinking on either of your ends and there were very minimal feelings to be dealt with. All the girls were such pleasant, different characters, ones who you knew for a fact will find an equally lovely person to take home to their parents eventually; and you took comfort in that, in the definitive lack of commitment.

You found the years you spent at university flew by somehow, even with your degree in hand, graduated with honours from the English program at NCU, you couldn’t truly wrap your mind around the fleeting reality of time.

It all came to a screeching halt when Lex Luthor was finally put up for 37 consecutive life sentences for his incessant rampage against Superman - mass casualties of citizens lined up to fill vacant graves. Metropolis had become a city fraught with an internal war, and everyone had something to say about the political, cultural, and emotional implications of the entire debacle.

You heard nothing from Lena throughout the ordeal. You thought you ought to reach out to her, and how badly you wanted to say the right thing - how much you’d scrapped, drafted, rewritten, and tossed out your endlessly rephrased sentiments of the same iteration: I’m here for you if you need me.

How utterly small and useless it seemed - the mere simplicity of your words and their very real, profound candour felt nothing more than a Hallmark greeting card whenever you felt resolved to send it to her... and you hated it.

More and more time passed you as you struggled with something of significance to tell Lena in the face of her darkest hours. You’d stopped getting letters from her a long time ago, and it was entirely out of the question to just text her your heartfelt sentiments right under your previous thread of text messages that saw you two bickering over the question of peanut butter and bananas as an actual sandwich.

You thought it was beyond reason to send her an email, how impersonal and disturbingly intrusive you ought to be to send such a personal, earnest remark to her inbox - so you didn’t.

Eventually, you opted for the most singlehandedly stupid solution you could have possibly chosen and resolved on saying nothing.

You, selfishly, thought to yourself that Lena should know you well by now, that she should know that you would be there for her and that you’ve always been there for her and surely, always will be, and that you weren’t going anywhere if she needed you.

Lena, being tasked with the impossible task of mindreader from your emotionally stunted, painfully useless ass, said nothing in return, and you took the easy way out and took this nothingness as affirmative to the truth that she didn’t need you.

You don’t bother her then; whatever you heard on the news is what you got, just like anyone else.

Lena Luthor was nothing more than a familiar stranger to you. And still, you think that’s no better than anyone else in National City either, how they all seem to have some opinion about her - you were no different from anyone else.

You thought you were definitely to blame in some small part to this great disservice to the world - you asked for this after all. You were the one asshole who reacted nothing short of affronted and childishly at Lena Luthor striving to cure cancer. It was you and you alone who channeled your inner monster and couldn’t find it in your heart to just be happy for her that she finally had someone, finally had something when you barely had your own shit together.

You carried that with you alone, as you should - no one should have to know about the guilt you felt about robbing the world of Lena’s love, her passion, her dedication, her heart - they need only know about your complicity in its taking.

Lena may not have needed you then, may no longer have need for you, but the real fact of the matter was that you should resolve to stay far away from her, to shut yourself away and temper the wrath of your greed - this was the very least what she deserved, and it was entirely what you deserved.

It didn’t make it any easier, or difficult; it shouldn’t make you anything at all. It was merely what set you on the path to finally doing something good for Lena for once.

You gleaned what objectivity you could possibly tolerate from the news; she relocated to National City and took over as the CEO of LuthorCorp. You thought nothing at all about what this meant for you - it means nothing, it means nothing, it means nothing.

You thought you did a pretty good job of convincing yourself - you only experienced the irrational, truly terrible idea of dropping by her office only once every so often, and you felt the impulse to send a letter to her new office even less frequently.

You masked the magnitude of each of your follies whenever the mere contemplation of visiting Lena again, of seeking her out on your own volition reared its ugly head and demanded your action. You did anything to forget the fact that you once knew her at all; you found it in the form of self-sabotage and a deep, senseless brooding that should have no right being appealing in a young 20-something man, yet you found it attracted a certain type of girl.

You fell into your old habits of university; just as much, you turned a blind eye from the bar TV relaying the latest LuthorCorp - now L-Corp - gossip, put your headphones on to tune out the droning of inane accusations coming from the loudest voices of National City’s citizens for this news hour.

It was just over a year into your imposed self-exile of sorts when the unthinkable happens, and Lena shows up to your work much in the same way she entered your life - tearing up the fabric that is all the things you thought you knew and creating new worlds where there weren’t any; impossible but real.

You’re alone at the front, your manager being the only one who was with you at work but he was off doing his own thing since there was really nothing to do around the store.

This time, you had no excuse to not talk to Lena - after all this time and you were still very much the same; speechless and rendered useless by the girl standing in front of you.

You think she’s grown into her personality; she’s really matured into something great, and you marvel at just how little you really do know of Lena anymore.

There’s a confidence about her, a certainty that is unwavering and sure, and you realize it’s the same fortitude you’d always seen in her and that which you really loved about her.

All things considered, she still seems hesitant when you lock eyes again and she’s the one who breaks the silence.

“Hi,” is all she says.

Somehow even in her stumbling over a singular word, in her hesitancy and her shakiness, you think it’s the most brilliant thing you’ve ever heard.

You not so much feel as you hear the ricocheting of your blood tumbling against every immobilized limb of your body, your blood trumpeting underneath your skin as everything crashes down on you, and you can only widen your eyes just the slightest bit more in shock and stand there as you continue to do absolutely nothing.

Lena opens her mouth and begins to say something, but stops herself before she says anything and there is question clearly written on her face now when you’ve still yet to say anything at all to her.

“You know, yeah, this was definitely a bad idea, just forget-” she turns to walk away and she’s made several steps before your reactionary gut instinct to the idea of Lena leaving again is to tell her no this time.

“Wait, no-” you choke out clumsily on top of a bated breath. “No, that’s not- how did you know where to find me?”

Easy steps first, you think. This is territory you could both work with.

Lena gives you a small, meaningful smile - there’s the slightest flash of a grimace there and you barely have time to wonder about it.

“It would be too forward to admit I’ve had to seek you out with a little bit of help, wouldn’t it?” she mutters as she ducks her head in embarrassment.

That particular trait is new; you’re absolutely baffled seeing Lena so bashful.

“I, uh-”

“I suppose I should have figured,” she states in amusement, more to the effect of self-deprecation than at your expense.

“No-” you rush to interrupt her. “No, it’s just... really? Why me? Don’t you have... things... to do?” you finish uncertainly.

She gives you a look and furrows her eyebrows in a way you think looks vaguely disapproving. It takes her another prolonged moment of regarding you carefully before she answers you.

“Really? ‘Why you?’ Do you really want me to answer that right now, (Y/N)?”

You blink silently at her response before you let yourself smile just a little bit, huffing at her quickness.

“Nah, I guess not.”

The conversation splinters into silence again and you and Lena do nothing but watch each other, simultaneously waiting for someone to do something and also content to just soak each other in.

You see her eyes fall onto the tattoos on your biceps and upper arms, and when you watch the trail of her gaze, there’s a look of question on your face.

“So, uh...”

“I know this is probably completely out of the question and I have some audacity to even ask you this but I’ve started now and I can’t just stop so I’m just going to ask it, I’d really like to catch up with you,” Lena spills out in one breath.

Your eyes widen again at her admission, and with all that you’ve gleaned from the exceedingly unpredictable turn your day has taken, it’s taking you even longer time to process your options.

“Is that- you wanna do that?” you muster.

With me? goes unsaid; you barely resist and only do because you’re beginning to realize how needy and obnoxious you sound.

Lena gives you a look that clearly says ‘of course, I asked didn’t I?’ and you wince internally at your ineptitude - even now, Lena still has you the same she’s always had, as you’ve always been with her.

“You’re my only friend in National City, if I can even call you that at this point...” she says instead as if it were explanation enough, and you think in a way it really is - you give nothing away in your expression that could tip her off to something akin to pity; she doesn’t need that right now.

She gives you an apologetic smile as you watch a mistiness pool in her eyes, and the nagging, muted thought in your head that’s screaming at you that this is Lena needing you now, she’s reaching out, isn’t she?, marches to the thunder of your riotous heartbeat.

“Of course you can,” you say, and then, “nothing’s changed.”

You shift your eyes to anywhere but Lena, stubbornly refusing to meet hers when you feel the heaviness of her gaze on you.

You steal a glance and see the softness her expression has taken. In that moment, you really see how much she’s grown. You’ve spoken to Lena somewhat consistently for several years, but you haven’t properly seen her in just as many.

Her face is slightly more defined, taking a certain sharpness where her cheeks were once a little chubby. There’s still the eternal inquisition in her eyes despite the vaguely dark circles below them, and you think the years have been so good to her.

Her voice is quiet, seeming to mull the idea over thoroughly in her head as she parrots you.

“Nothing’s changed...” and then, “you’re still you,” she states more to herself as an after thought.

You feel something in your chest dip, suspended and holding on to nothing but the threads that have kept you together all this time.

You’re both silent for another pause longer, watching and testing and risking.

Whatever moment you two are in, Lena is the first to break out of the reverie and even shakes her head imperceptibly, snapping into the pretense of composure.

“Right, well, I should give you my number then. All my contact info has changed, though I won’t bother to give you my work one.”

She takes a napkin from the counter and scrawls her number with a pen she’s taken from her bag - you watch her and have to tear your mind away from the notion of Lena writing to you and how different she must have looked then than she does now.

You instead wonder what it is you’re supposed to do with this information. You use the number, naturally, should be your first thought, but instead you’re left malfunctioning to the highest degree.

“Do you have my number?” you ask her suddenly - the question is reasonable enough.

“No, I don’t,” she mutters sheepishly.

“Well how is that going to work out?” you reply as you roll your eyes good-naturedly at her. You move to take a napkin of your own and write your number on it.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” Lena says as she watches. “You don’t have to use it, I just wanted to give you that option.”

“Nuh-uh,” you say decisively as you take the napkin in your hand and wait for her to take it. “We won’t be doing any of that- you’re going to be just as hopeless about all this as I am. I see you trying to put all the pressure on me.”

You can’t help but smirk as you watch her reaction morph into something of alarm.

“No, that’s not- that wasn’t my intention,” she sputters. “I just... I wanted to make sure you knew you still had an out and you can take it whenever you want.”

You regard her seriously now, the implication of her remark sobering you.

“You’ve said that before, you know that?” you say, and then, “You don’t need to be so easy on me, Lee, I can make my own decisions.”

“You’re right... I’m sorry, it’s just been so long, I don’t know how to... be anymore.”

You scoff in agreement, “you and I both.”

Lena smiles at the remark and you feel a little bit lighter.

“So, we’ll just handle this then. Give it a few days, give it another go after patting ourselves on the back for this first of many stumbles. Ball’s in the middle of the court, we’re just gonna have to pick it up.”

“Of course.”

You both know you’re overdue for a conversation, and if you were being truly honest with yourself, you felt no matter how much you denied it or tried to deprive yourself, your curiosity for Lena’s life was always rooted in your profound care for her.

“So, I should get going.”

“Yeah,” you nod with the sneakiest hint of reluctance - you hope you’re not too obvious about it.

“I’m so glad to see you again, (Y/N).”

You give her another smile, definitively aware of how genuine and unrestrained it feels than you think it’s ever been.

“Yeah- yeah, I’ll see you around, Lena.”

You spend the rest of your remaining hours at work wondering just what the hell exactly happened, and what possibly did the universe have any business to do with pitting you and Lena together again?

You almost forget that you not only saw Lena again, in person, but that you also exchanged numbers as if nothing interrupted your last year of absolutely no contact with each other - if not for the inexplicable heaviness of the phone in your pocket that’s demanding your attention, telling you something is missing, you wouldn’t think this entire day was real.

You gingerly take the napkin with her number on it into your hand and study it like a missing artifact from the past, dug up from the grave you thought you’d effectively buried it in and to see it make another reemergence into your life.

There’s history there, and it’s yours, and you feel like nothing will be the same after this day.

You think back to your earlier conversation, the first time you’d ever talked to each other in a year, and you think, ironically, Lena wanted to give you an out but all she’s done is captivate you again as she always has.

The entirety of your night, you remain at a total loss, sitting in a meditative contemplation as you stare blankly at your TV.

For all your talk with her earlier, you hadn’t realized then the magnitude of the conundrum you built for yourself. You’re torn between the reality of Lena finding you again, of her seeking you out, of her needing you - you wonder if it makes you an asshole to let yourself care for her, or if it makes you an asshole to do as you’ve always done and to shut her out for her own good, to protect her from you.

I’m a big boy, I can make my own decisions, you repeat your previous words mockingly. You’re an idiot. How is it that you think you’re going to walk around and decide things for Lena when you’re the one telling her to not do that?

It’s all messy, you realize. For all your gross, petty handling of Lena seeming to have a life outside of you, of having someone else who meant more to her than you did, that alone is reason enough for you to distance yourself from her. But in you punishing yourself, you face the very real certainty of letting her down when she needs you.

When it comes down to it all, you’re either a self-fulfilling prophecy and watch as you possibly disappoint her over an extended period of time, or you get to be the jerk that breaks her heart just a little bit by abandoning her.

You wonder then about just how good of an idea it is to entertain this new development your life has taken, to just let it happen and not think too much about it. Thinking, as is so evident now, takes you nowhere, and so you brace yourself for impact.

You’ve already inputted her number into your phone, now all you have to do is message her, and you’re in the midst of a very weak opener of “hey how are you” when you realize at some point, both of you are going to have to talk about all this, you’re going to play catch up and you’re either going to dance around the subject or you’re going to keep avoiding it until it eats one or both of you alive.

It’s only a mild freakout you’ve induced in yourself, you toss your phone away like the truly offending object it is and cower into the other side of your couch as you mull over another hazy future that you really wish you could see clarity in.

Even with all your need to complicate things, to overthink and to brood and to martyr yourself, Lena always makes things simple, always does things that in spite of everything you may think or do to suggest the contrary, makes everything feel so easy.

It’s she who messages you at around 11pm that night, not too late to point to the startling realness of a vulnerable hour, not too early either to seem too eager - enough to give both of you plenty of room to make your mistakes and have your incoherent screaming before you compose yourselves again, and she’s asked you about a time and place you’re available if you wanted to chat over coffee.

So you do what’s necessary in your natural, instinctive compulsion to be whatever it is that Lena needs you to be, and right now that is to be the person she meets with for coffee.

It’s elementary enough in its request, and you almost forget the deeper implications of this meeting right up until the point you sit across from her in your uncomfortably stiff chair and she says nothing but, “so, tattoos now?” in question and somehow, it’s enough to open the floodgates of everything you both missed throughout the years leading up to this point.

Admittedly, you chug your coffee in a relative desperation, and you regret the thing entirely when you start buzzing with pent up energy as if the fact that you’re having an actual face to face conversation with the girl who, for the longest time, was nothing but a pen pal and a vaguely familiar face to you wasn’t enough to cause some hysterical distress in your mind.

If Lena takes notice of your nervous shifting and general internalized freak out, she says nothing and instead looks at you periodically in silent question, both parts asking you wordlessly and wondering how much you’re able to take and when to raise the white flag.

You’re both in new territory, testing the waters of whatever this is between you, navigating the reality of life after your no-speaking sabbatical and also seeing each other fully and truly for the first time in a significantly long while.

It’s moderately easy, but it’s new, and you’re both gentle enough with each other and are forgiving of each other’s slip us and the justifiable tension.

You think you’ve taken a sledgehammer to the progress made in conversation when you ask about Jack, Lena telling you she’d ended the relationship before she got to National City, right when her family life went to shit, and you snap your mouth shut and try not to watch her reaction.

She’s calm enough, wistful but not entirely regretful, and the sadness there is something you think you’ve seen before - the inadequacy of not being able to provide, to not be the person one needs you to be? You see it in the mirror all the time.

You merely soften at the contemplative expression her face has taken, the shadow of whatever guilt or bitterness you once harboured completely shut out when you understand just how much you feel for her, and you know without a doubt there are all the strings of what ifs that are still coursing through her mind, forever an alternative universe and never a real happening.

She asks about you, then; are you seeing anyone? It’s casual, but there’s a weight there you refuse to acknowledge. She knew about Alicia, but not enough in depth and you try to remember if you’d held back then or if you’d simply just missed mentioning most things about her to Lena.

The conversation diverts soon after, perhaps a bit too eagerly, and you both discuss work without mentioning the big stuff, like Lena’s brother or why exactly it was you’d lost contact with each other.

Eventually, enough of these coffee dates repeat themselves. A lot of the time, your interactions with Lena involve learning new things about each other that vary from small surprises to mind-boggling revelations.

Lena is absolutely dumbfounded when she finds out one day that you smoke - casually, you emphasize; you’ve quit cold turkey before and you don’t need to smoke, you just do (to which she’s even more utterly bewildered and you just shrug with a small laugh) - you learn that she has some life or death reliance on caffeine and you more often than not comment on her nearly hourly need to have a fresh coffee, to which she just purses her lips at you and stubbornly steers you two into some cafe to get her fix.

You wonder just how it is Lena’s convinced you to join her at one of her L-Corp galas, but you do, and you’re dragging your feet about it just a little before you’re genuinely enjoying yourself as you watch her interact with and very clearly be superior to the businessmen she speaks with, and you have a little bit of fun pulling their leg and making teasing underhanded jests at them that could be seen as innocent enough, though Lena knows better and gives you a warning look and a shadow of a smile every time.

You’ve grown into the role you have in Lena’s life; somehow, you seem to have lost sight of what it is exactly that made you so sure that distancing yourself from her was the only plausible choice. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you still have the nagging thought that you don’t really deserve this, that you don’t deserve to feel happy around Lena, that you’re merely obliging in your loyalty to her and that should be it.

Sometimes, you think she can feel you pulling away, and she gets that look on her face that reminds you too much of what you so often felt like when you were much younger, how so often the quality of ignorance took stock in your child mind and made you wonder why you weren’t enough for the people who should have loved you unconditionally.

So you temper the wailing nature of your musings for a moment longer, enough to reassure Lena in some half-assed way that she’s okay, it’s not her and it’s just you being all up in your own head.

You don’t think much about it - you really don’t want to think more about it, lest you really fall deep into shit - but you think Lena’s a lot touchier with you; you don’t recall her being so with you or in general when you were younger.

You wonder what changed, and you try not to think about what or who it might have been that inspired this new characteristic in your old friend.

True to your unfailing track record of being shockingly terrible at handling your emotions, the first time Lena ever puts her head on your shoulder when you’re watching a movie at your place is to just stare at her from the corner of your eye with rapt intensity, long enough for her to turn her head and look up at you, and see the look of utter shock on your face.

Somehow, your mind thinks it’s a great idea to scoff nervously and roll your eyes, and even though you’re trying to reign in the smile that’s threatening to form, Lena just huffs and rests her head more forcefully on you as if to make some point, and you actually laugh this time.

She does that often - you react absolutely moronically to something she does (anything, really) that threatens the very fragile grip you have on your composure around her, and she makes a point to do it even more, and you begin to understand that pushing each other’s buttons is just a little game you two have come up with.

If there was any doubt in your mind that Lena is truly something special, all pretense is eradicated entirely when she lets herself be pulled into your idea of an easygoing night out - rounds of drinks and good conversation in between watching a game at the bar near your apartment.

You feel like perhaps you really could not have chosen a more obnoxious place to be, it’s entirely your fault if the sports bar is full of young varsity athletes and bro-types, and it is entirely on you when Lena inevitably gets hounded at some point even when you try your best to dash any of the stupid looking boys’ ideas with her, if the way they were eyeing her was any indicator.

You realize the folly of your misgivings the moment you step out from the bathroom and see one of them talking with Lena, his arm nearly on her as he leans close to her.

She doesn’t look too bothered, just a mild annoyance despite the politeness her face seems to have taken. Her forced smile tips you off though, and when the boy doesn’t relent, he puts his hand on the back of her stool so that he’s practically looming above her, and she leans further away from him.

You stride briskly to them and make a show of taking your seat on the stool beside Lena, turning your entire body so you’re facing both of them. You clasp your hands in front of you and rest them between your legs as you lean back slowly, making sure the boy’s attention was drawn to you and how your face is nothing but an unimpressed, uninhibited expression of repulsion when you level his stare.

“Problem?” you finally say with a tick of your eyebrow.

You glance over to Lena quickly before you peel your eyes lazily to the intruding boy again.

“Didn’t realize this was a date. Could have fooled me, seeing as though a woman as fine as this shouldn’t be seen out in public with a shmuck like you,” he says with the terribly unironic voice of an intoxicated frat brother.

You shrug noncommittally, making a pointed effort to ensure all your movements convey the total inconvenience this boy’s hassling is causing you and Lena.

“Well, I don’t know about that. Lena here makes her own rules. Far as I know, she’s made it pretty clear she’s said no to you but you don’t seem to be taking a hint. But I guess that’s to be expected from a shmuck like you,” you reply slackly.

The boy puts his foot on the footrest of Lena’s seat, his leg moving inches close to her and she actually recoils at his movement, trying to move farther from him.

“I don’t know why you have to make this so hard, buddy,” he says slightly delayed as he shifts and almost falls into her. “I just wanted to talk, is all- don’t you wanna do that? Ditch this guy, we could have more fun, I promise-”

Suddenly, you raise your voice and enunciate every word menacingly, “you touch her, I kill you.”

Your voice is loud enough that several patrons turn to the commotion and the bartenders eye you two tensely.

“One more misstep, and I haul your ass outside to handle you properly.”

He glares at you one last time before his friend pulls him away by the scruff of his shirt, practically stumbling back to his table and you think at least his friend has the decency to look slightly embarrassed.

You watch them return to their table and you keep your scowl fixed on them. You see them look up again and they divert their eyes immediately, attempting to turn their backs to you and huddling away from you.

Content that you’ve finally made your point, you scoff and snap your eyes immediately to Lena, immediately your face softens and takes an expression of concern and you don’t even get to ask her how she is before she’s asking you the same thing.

“(Y/N)? Are you alright?”

“Me? What about you? Do you wanna get out of here?”

Lena looks at you guiltily and ducks her head a little, “honestly, yeah, I think so.”

You say nothing else as you leave your bills on the counter, opting to leave any change as you walk Lena out by your side.

The walk to your apartment is spent in relative silence. You shift your eyes to look around you and tap your belt to feel your knife and sheath still there. It’s not needed, however, as you make your way to your floor, only acutely aware of the fact that you two have just silently agreed on your apartment as your destination.

Still, you two have opted to continue having drinks on your couch in defiance of a moderately soiled night.

It’s in her second glass of wine that either of you finally mentions anything about the night’s occurrences.

“You act like you’re the bad boy, but you’re not,” Lena says, her speech taking only the slightest slur that’s entirely endearing to you.

“Yeah, well, I realize that could have been a bit of a dick thing to do. I probably could have just reasoned with the guy, but I don’t think-”

“I’m not talking about just tonight,” she says with a marked decisiveness. You wonder if she might be a little tipsy, but you’re proven wrong when you realize Lena is just as sharp as ever.

“I’m just saying... you always have been, that’s just you. You have this, this attitude. Not an attitude actually, just... just this mentality that’s always in the back of your mind and it makes you think you have to be a certain way. You’re not the bad boy- you just think you have to be and so that’s what you become.”

“I don’t know if I follow where you’re going about all this, Lee-”

“You sell yourself short too often, do you know that? For as long as I’ve known you, you always have,” she turns to face you and you move your head to look at her.

“You’re talented and you’re grounded and you’re one of the most incredible people I’ve ever met... You have one of the kindest hearts and I think deep down, you’ve got a poet’s soul.”

You look at her in silence, still not sure you know what she means by all this.

“I just know you. But I also want to know why you feel you have to hide behind whatever bad boy caricature this is that you’ve made for yourself. You’re a good person, (Y/N).”

“I’m damaged goods, Lena,” you reply.

There’s an expression of question on her face, prompting you to continue.

“There’s a reason why I haven’t kept a relationship that lasts longer than milk does,” you comment half-jokingly.

“You’re not- have you even tried? Do you even want to?” she asks, and you don’t question Lena’s sobriety anymore when she looks back at you with startling focus.

“For whatever reason you think it is that girls haven’t stuck around, whether you force it to be that way or not, it’s not just because there’s something wrong with you. Maybe it’s because they don’t know a good thing when they see one, maybe it’s because you don’t see the good in you. You’re not damaged or broken or whatever else you may think because of it.

“You are, though, when you punish yourself and feed into this self-sabotage I know you always have and push people away who don’t want to be pushed away. You deserve good things but you don’t let yourself have them.”

You match your gaze to Lena’s and remain speechless, watching the furrow of her eyebrow as she regards you in silence.

“I loved you, you know. You were my first friend- you were my best friend. Even when we may have fallen apart from each other sometimes... even when I needed someone to talk to when everything with Lex was happening... maybe I might have shut you out, I don’t know... but not hearing from you hurt. I forgave you a long time ago though. I think I always will.”

You stare stunned at Lena, your jaw slightly slack as you try to process everything she’s said.

“I didn’t know what to say,” you mutter quietly, entirely lost in the stunning revelation of Lena’s words.

“Yeah... me neither,” she amends.

“I missed you a lot,” you say after a moment of silence. “Like, a lot. More than what my young mind could have put words to back then. I still probably couldn’t explain how much I did.”

You ponder your oldest memories, the ones you’ve kept forcefully stored away in the deepest recesses of your mind in the name of ‘coping’.

“It was a lot though- enough to be scared by it. There were so many... there were just a lot of feelings I had. I was scared- I was scared of what I was feeling and I was scared of watching how I was becoming less important in your life.”

You see the shift in Lena’s eyes, how much softer and defeated she looks, and you rush your words in assurance.

“No, but it was really stupid and selfish to even think like that. But, I don’t know... it’s hard as a kid. You get a lot of these grand, unheard of feelings that you’ve never experienced before and you have absolutely no damn idea what to do with them. And the thing is they stuck, Lena. I think I knew I loved you long before I even knew to call it that. And then we got a little bit older and tried holding onto something that is constantly evolving and changing and it grew and changed with us, and life gets in the way and it is what it is, but we had something different. We had it and had no idea just exactly what it was except that we did have it, and I didn’t learn how to handle my shit and I still haven’t learned how to.

“I was scared of all the change and I was scared that I was losing you... so I just forced myself to push you away because I was deluded into thinking it was my choice. I thought I’d be protecting you, but I was only trying to save myself,” you scoff sardonically at yourself, inhaling deeply as you ignore the incessant pounding of you heartbeat against your chest.

“You could never lose me,” Lena says softly. “You never did.”

“I didn’t know that,” you mutter defeatedly.

“Do you know that now?”

You merely glance at Lena, a tight-lipped, apologetic smile forming in reply and Lena takes it for an answer.

“Why did you even say yes to that first coffee date at all? If you don’t think you deserve to be happy?”

“Who says I’m not happy?”

“Just answer the question, (Y/N).”

“Because you needed me.”

“So I did. What if I still need you?”

“Then I’m not going anywhere.”

“Well, don’t do it just for me.”

You take a deep breath, looking away in some last ditch attempt to run away but you’re pulled back into Lena, Lena whose eyes look imploring and she’s watching you like everything rests on whatever sentences you decide to utter next, and you think in a way they really do.

You shift on the couch so you’re facing her. Suddenly, you become very aware of everything - you feel the presence of your entire body, the simultaneous heaviness and lightness of it; you notice the verdant iciness of her eyes, mesmerized by the lack of definition you could ever hope to name that very colour and are only left with one notion: divine.

You become very aware of the tragedy of her beauty; how entirely breathless she’s rendered you as you watch her love you still, love you still even when your best intentions only left her in hurt, love you still even through the ugliness, the helplessness, the lack of knowing.

You become aware that even in this lack of knowing, she has been the only consistent in your life even when you so blatantly refused it for the gift that she was, she has been the only clarity you’ve had in your life even if it took you so long and so many detours to figure it out.

You steady your gaze as you look at her, the entire weight of the universe suspended between you as you sift through these delicate moments.

“I convinced myself I didn’t deserve you. I felt like I could only be justified if you outright said you needed me. But that’s the coward’s way of doing shit. I shouldn’t have left it all up to you. I should have tried harder when you did need me. I should have put my pride aside for once. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you. But that’s what I did, even when I did every single thing I thought was right to make sure I didn’t do exactly that.

“I’ve made some stupid mistakes and did things that could have been costly- things that could have ruined my life... but I’m hoping they haven’t ruined too much now. No matter how I’ve acted or whatever I’ve said or haven’t said, I have never once regretted loving you. I just wish I knew how to love you properly... to love you the way you deserve.”

“You’ll never know unless you try.”

“Will you let me?”

“If you really think you still have to ask that after all this...”

“No, Lena, I need to know this-”

“Yes, (Y/N). Even if I could help it, even though I can’t help it, I want you to try and I want to try too.”

“Okay.”

You and Lena are facing each other, Lena sat cross legged in front of you as you lean your side into the back of the couch.

“Okay,” you repeat again. You turn to face the TV and Lena repositions herself so she’s comfortable when she moves to put her head on your shoulder.

“Can I kiss you?” you blurt suddenly, feeling just a little guilty about jostling Lena in your abruptness.

“Yes.”

You stare at her when she looks up at you, and you feel entirely blank - there is nothing, and you feel nothing, and you’re a wholly mindless state and you just are, and you know you feel yourself closing the distance between your lips and hers and even when you feel her pressing against you, there’s nothing.

It’s when you close your eyes and start seeing without looking; when you take that first deep breath in that kiss and feel her so close to you - closer than you’ve ever been, that’s when you finally realize it’s real.

It’s at that moment everything becomes solidified in reality, the exhalation of breath that you make in profound wonder at the very fact that you’re kissing Lena - it’s then that you’re beginning to understand what it was you were missing for such a long part of your life.

This is your reality now, and for so long, it seemed nothing but an endless musing of some universe not meant to be yours.

You kiss her, and you feel yourself get pulled in, or maybe she’s melting into you, and that touch of contact on this groundbreaking new territory is historic and momentous.

Your breaths are shaky, you admit - you think you’re even being a little sloppy but Lena sighs into your lips, and it’s when you two eventually pull away and open your eyes that you feel like you’ve learned something new for the first time.

Lena’s eyes look a little glassy, something so mystifying there like a deep body of water long after it’s been disrupted and it’s just the after-echoes of the ripples lingering; you don’t know how it is you never really noticed how much you could see there, how much Lena said with so little.

Her jaw is slack like yours, both of you looking at each other and you wonder what it is going through her mind right now.

You wonder if she feels anything that you feel; like having just read the last page of your new favourite book and you’re left contemplating how you never once suspected it to be so life-changing, save for the little hints left between the sentences.

Lena, you realize, is your new favourite thing - something you never once suspected except in retrospect, yet something you were meant to love all along. She is your meant to be, your has been all along, your until we no longer can.

“That felt nice,” is all you provide, and you can be absolutely relied on to articulate the most insightful comments, undoubtedly.

Lena, for her part, laughs wonderfully at your remark - the special kind you’re reminded of from your countless afternoons at the park, and you think how astonishing and extraordinary it is to feel relief in its whole, unadulterated form.

Like a new chance at life, you grin, turning to face the TV again to figure out what trivial thing exactly is on at this very moment, taking in another deep breath to regulate the erratic short-circuiting of all your mental and physical functions.

“Nothing’s different, but everything’s changed,” Lena says quietly as she nestles into you and drapes the blanket over both of you.

“No, it’s always what it has been. We just had to figure it out.”

“No more hiding, okay? We actually have to talk now. We can’t just fix our problems by not talking.”

“Yeah, I know. You’re right.”

Neither of you say anything else after. You watch whatever channel it is you’ve skimmed and landed on. It’s as seemingly mundane as it could possibly be - you’re not at all surprised Lena breezes through most Jeopardy questions, but Wheel of Fortune is something you two bicker over and you think she’s loathe to admit you’re pretty good at it.

For all the guessing and wondering you’ve done throughout your life, it’s not so anticlimactic to be sitting in silence with Lena after a night out and sharing your first ever kiss with her.

For as long as you’ve known her, you’ve loved her, and you don’t need to integrate her into your life - she’s always had a place with you, and she has staying power.

You think by the way she dozes off on your shoulder after her third and a half glass of wine and snores lightly that she might think something similar - that you’ve always been a part of her, something familiar and inevitable.

You think finally, you’ve allowed yourselves to admit that very sentiment and not feel anything but a comfortable steadiness about it - finally, you can say you love her; simply, entirely, and surely.

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You know, you've answered every one of my messages here X3 you're officially my favorite person! *high fives* I'd message you normally but I'm terrible at direct conversations.

WHAT!! Y’all and the messages lately, this is so awesome! I’m so honoured to be your favourite person though!! HIGH FIVES RIGHT BACK Y’ALL! I’m terrible at direct conversations too, I totally get it lol. Good vibes all around okay! Thanks for sticking around :D

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I’m so excited to see what kind of amazing stories you come up with! Take all the time to need and this is coming from someone who has very little patience. (So uh take your time but like don’t at the same time ;D) hope you’re having a swell day!!

AHAAAAA stopppp this is actually so funny, I love it so much LOL!!!! I have very little patience too it’s okay, you should see me when my favourite fics don’t update in a long time... I go through all the stages of denial.

Y’all are so cool though honestly, thank you so much for such an encouraging message!! This just made my day lol I hope you’re having a swell day as well okay, or an awesome night, whichever one suits wherever y’all are! :D

(tomorrow is Supergirl day so I’ll be posting a day after that ;) rest assured!!!)

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Boop! *pokes your forehead*

Boop.....!? BOOP!?!?! Happy Friday y’all!! ;) or Saturday, depending where you are!

also if this is somehow some sly attempt to call me out for writing less frequently... listen, I know LOL I actually finished a thing just now and I’m just going to give it a break for a bit and then do all my editing and proofing before I put it up within the next few days! So yay!

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You don't have to answer this, I just wanted to let you know its really awesome you answer these kind of messages!

What!!! Ahh y'all folks are so cool though!! I've got nothing but great vibes and rad love from this blog, I don't see any reason why I wouldn't want to speak with y'all especially since everyone is so nice and encouraging!! It's really the only way I know I'm still doing something people enjoy too, and I love getting any feedback I can get. Have a KICKASS day alright?? Thank you for sending this message :D

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The Danvers Sisters (babying the kid sister)

Request: could you write some headcannons on what its like to be the third danvers sister if you get sick, or injured (emotionally and physically?)

a/n: I’ve gotten quite a few handfuls of this kind of request, and I’ve already done some kid Danvers type scenarios and honestly I LOVE IT SO MUCH it’s such a cute concept LOL

also... I’ve taken the liberty of making reader bi, just so that there’s a bit of an equal amount of experiences and if you prefer ignoring some, then you absolutely 10/10 could and it shouldn’t take away too much from the reading, soooo yeah! Oh and you’re also a DEO agent, because why shouldn’t you be, all the fun seems to be had there anyway!

Thank you so much for sticking around and reading everyone!! Have a freakin wonderful day y’all! :D

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you wouldn’t say you were spoiled, per se, you were just used to being the kid of the family, and it seems this sentiment has stuck with everyone even in your early 20s

it was said that as the baby of the family, you had certain privileges inherited, such as only getting a reprimanding look from your mother when you’ve belligerently and unprompted annoyed your older sister, Alex, to no end, or when you traded your silence on her teenage shenanigans in exchange for ice cream before dinner whenever she babysat you

(because of your paid loyalty, your mother still doesn’t know how exactly it was the lamp in the living room broke and how it was because Alex invited some of her friends over and they’d gotten a little bit rambunctious on their bootlegged alcohol - you think at 17, she wouldn't be so scared of broken furniture, but alas)

even as you got older, you had an understanding with Alex that enhanced itself from the days of old of candy and sweets consumed before dinner, or turning a blind eye and telling half-truths to cover for her - now, you were just as loyal to her, wordlessly giving her what she needed even without her having to say anything, and you were proud of this relationship you had with her despite how much you two pretended to annoy each other

no matter how much she’d refuse to admit it, she is your fiercest protector, and despite being rather younger than her to understand it for what it was, you’d always felt she had your back even behind her demeanour of teenage stink eyes and silent brooding

even after Kara had become integrated into your family, she still had a certain level of wariness of her special powers, but still she’d equal parts kept an eye for the moment Kara could accidentally hurt you as much as she’d tested Kara’s abilities out of intense curiosity (she always had a special recklessness, that much was undeniable, and it was exacerbated by your new sister’s powers)

without knowing much English, Kara still always had a doting nature about her and you absolutely adored her for it, and now you presumed at least that was a universal thing shared between worlds

embarrassingly, you’d walked around with your favourite stuffed animal for a needlessly long amount of time - your stuffed Dalmatian toy, Lucky, has been your longest friend, and how dare you even thinking about abandoning him, ever?

sure, it may have been a little bit of a stupid idea to climb a tree that was more than twice your height and what else was there to expect when you’d twisted your ankle from falling off a branch?

Alex got a particular earful from your mother because of it, and you think she’d at least gleaned from the look on your face how sorry you were about it - she’d merely grinned at you when your mother turned her back, only you two knowing the real context of the situation, and how proud Alex was of you for almost conquering your fear of heights and being as brave as her

Kara had came back from upstairs after the whole ordeal was settled, and until then you’d wondered where it was she went off to, but when she handed you Lucky with a questioning look on her face, you smiled widely at her as you took him in your arms

you only cried a little bit (a little bit! damn it) when Alex went off to university, and you only cried just a tiny bit more realizing Kara was going to take off very soon behind her

you cried a lot, however, when you and your boyfriend broke up, him citing that he just wasn’t into you anymore, and at age 14 and your first real high school relationship of mere months that was certainly the biggest devastation you could have known

despite being away and no doubt developing a somewhat reclusive behaviour in recent years, your mother knocked on your bedroom door and notified you that Alex wanted to talk to you

that phone call included a lot of mild swearing that put a smile on your face, Alex always making you smile perhaps without intending to in that particular manner, but her endless reassurances that “boys aren’t shit” and telling you that you’ll definitely find better when you get older was enough to make you feel better even after the pep talk

Kara had more of a bleeding heart, and after getting your hardlined talk from your oldest sister, you got to balance out the sentiments with Kara’s caring shoulder to cry on, and even now, at the wonderful age of 18 and a better understanding of the English language, had articulately argued in your favour for having ice cream for dinner, and you thought she was your hero for having succeeded

your mother amended for you two to at least eat a pizza to offset the junk, but you think judging from the content smile on her face as you all sat in the living room watching a horror movie that she didn’t entirely mind

(you still haven’t thanked Kara for sitting through your horror movie coping mechanisms, seeing her watch an entire marathon behind one hand admittedly raised your mood substantially, but she never once complained about it - you otped to sleep next to her in her bed that night, citing you’d get nightmares when you both knew very well it was the opposite case

even at that age, she made sure Lucky was between you two before she turned off the light, and with only the faintest of blushes and that special teenage reluctance, you amended and slept rather peacefully

in Kara’s first year of university, she came back one weekend specifically to accompany you to your favourite band’s show, and she stood next to you with ear plugs as you and the rest of the crowd pushed and jumped to the music, Kara quite easily pushing crowdsurfers away from you (you had to remind her that using one hand was probably not the greatest idea and to at least pretend she wasn’t more than a bodybuilder in secret)

she enjoyed herself more than you thought she would even with your current liking of loud, whiny pop punk music, Kara not once bemoaning the experience

when a wayward crowdsurfer ended up inadvertently kicking you in the head, Kara snapped her head at the occurrence and may have nudged the heftier guy away from you just a little forcefully she’d say; “just to make sure...”

nobody was pulled away from the crowd as far as you were aware, so you were at least assured nobody broke their leg for no good reason

still, a few days after the show Kara stared disapprovingly at your bruises and demanded you to lay down on the couch covered in frozen bags of peas - it’s a way of life, you’d told her, the post-concert aches are always the best

she looked at you incredulously and tossed a pillow at you muttering something about weird humans and grinned as you didn’t argue when she’d played her rom-com of choice to watch

for what it was worth, Alex seemed to be doing a lot better than she seemed to be over the past few years - she seems happier and more grounded ever since you discovered she worked alongside Kara, and you’d only discovered that after she and the director of her work came to you with a job offer even when you’ve still yet to graduate from your Computer Engineering program at university

you’d still had to go through the basic training that all the agents at the DEO have to go through no matter what their specializations, and though Alex had a particularly fun time sparring with you and taking the lead in your training as your superior, her otherwise blank scrutiny of watching anyone else spar with you is no doubt an intimidating presence

still, she knows better than anyone else that she can’t show favouritism, and she only ever really acknowledges your presence around the DEO with sneaky knowing smirks and the occasional stupid face whenever she knows for certain you’re both alone

it’s actually Kara who’s become more protective of you when it comes to your physical livelihood and the threats thereof in working at the DEO - it’s you and Alex both who have to convince Kara that the Danvers are a special kind of kickass, and it’s only with the slightest admission after you nearly beat her in the Kryptonite-lined sparring room that Kara relents and accepts you’re probably more than capable of handling yourself

for all your successes and accomplishments of working at the DEO, you’re arguably the most hopeless when it comes to dating, and though neither of your sisters have anything significant that’s long-lasting enough to bring somebody home, it’s you who spends the most leisure time going on dates which always amount to something less than stellar

since Alex has found Maggie, the Danvers sisters often have more people joining on nights out, and when one night out on the town ends with one particularly drunk dude’s outreached hand inches away from groping you being clenched dangerously in Alex’s specially trained grip, you’re vaguely sorry for the stupid boy’s misgivings when he yelps and jogs away from your sister’s dangerous look

(Kara accidentally bumped into the dude on the other side of the club, and you nearly screamed with laughter at the muted sound of impact that was no doubt veiled by the booming music as he stumbled into Kara’s stone Kryptonian stature, and her faked expression of innocence at the series of events made it that much more humourous)

still, working for the DEO has its downfalls, and after meeting your girlfriend of what is now 6 months and not being to tell her where it is you often run off to and why you so often come home injured, she broke up with you, knowing you loved her very much but not being able to handle not knowing why it is you just can’t tell her the truth - for as amicable as the break up was, it still hurt, and 6 months was quite honestly the longest and most serious relationship you’ve had

you weren’t inconsolable, but you were still as pitiable, and both of your older sisters had nearly no idea how to react, the stark realization of this being all of your first experiences in a way lending way to a heavy understanding

the primal instincts to a given emotional situation thus came out, and Kara solved your problems with food, oftentimes flying through your always-open window like some strangely graceful cat with takeout and a grocery shelf’s worth of chocolate and chips, to which the sight of her with an excessive amount of food alone has always humoured you even now

she’d always wordlessly laid all her collections out on your coffee table as if it were explanation and solution enough, and you figure with Kara, it very well could have been - you thanked her by way of eating nearly everything you could and leaving the rest for her, and now your distraction of horror movies and paranormal fascination doesn’t faze her anymore

Kara’s a deeply understanding person, and for all her perception and intuition, somehow she just knows you’re craving a hearty Five Guys burger, and though you try to tell her eating it for dinner nearly every night isn’t probably the best thing to do to your heart physically, you still don’t have it in you to deny her, so you just let her eat everything as you settle for the fries after the fourth night of her dropping in

she practically demands you to build a blanket fort with her, and by the time you’re done and you admire your work, you’re smiling with her at the sight as you both settle in slightly lighter in feeling

(it’s inside this fort where you and Kara share the Nutella and eat straight out of the container with crackers and bread, in retrospect you think the very fact is rather gross come to think of it, but drastic times call for drastic measures, and if Kara was happy to indulge you, who were you really to tell your sweet sister no?)

Kara spends the nights with you at your apartment talking softly about stories of your childhoods, always sharing little secret tidbits you’d never known before about how she was always fearful of the toaster or how fascinated she was by the microwave which now definitely explained your memories of her staring at it often - she’d keep telling these stories until you laughed openly at her ridiculousness, and it was then she smiled broadly at the sound of your voice and relaxed at the sight

Alex, for her part, joins whenever she can, and she’s the one with whom you get to be a little tipsy with - she gave you one week of intense mourning before she just lets herself in with her spare key and comes bearing the gift of a six-pack, not actually mentioning your emotional state at all and instead using the excuse of stupid paperwork as her reason

if she lifts an eyebrow at you snuggling into her and leaning your head on her shoulder as you cried silent tears, she makes no comment of it and just lets you, somehow knowing her presence and embodiment of strength is enough

Kara often finds you two passed out on the couch, still sitting upright with the TV playing increasingly ridiculous late-night infomercials, and you always wake up to her curled up on your other couch and an extra blanket draped over you and Alex

the strongest reaction you’d ever gotten from your sisters, however, was when an alien breakout occurred at the DEO and caused mostly interior damage before it could even escape the building - still, you spent more time behind the scenes than on the actual field anyway, and though you know your way around a gun by now and tactical maneuvers, there’s still only so much you could do when faced with an angered alien captive

you’d gotten a few minor cuts along your forehead and some slashes at your kevlar suit, after both of your sisters stabilized the situation and made sure on both of their parts that they did as much as they could, they rushed at you and whisked you off into a medical room without hesitation or so much as a word to you

you’d tried convincing them you were fine, you successfully told the alphabet (but not backwards, because who the hell could do that anyway) and successfully recounted how many fingers they were holding up at any given time, even the one obscene hand gesture Alex held up just to tease you and coax a smile out of you, to which Kara gave her a reprimanding nudge despite you shooting one back of your own

for all their hovering and concerned mother chickening, you think Kara nearly teared up at watching you having to get stitches on your forehead while Alex grinned nearly proudly, chicks dig scars, she’d said, and Kara sniffled and nodded in agreement

you vaguely wonder whether or not your career at the DEO will involve your older sisters babying you, but you figure you don’t entirely mind and you in fact found it both parts endearing as you found it amusing and you were happy enough that you got to spend this part of your life with your sisters as well, none of you seeming to get enough of each other despite your prolonged exposure around each other

(you figure none of you ever really minded to begin with, and now as adults, even with all the freedom and liberty you all have, you still always choose to be with each other anyway, and that’s what makes the Danvers sisters a force to be reckoned with)

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So obviously your two main favorites are Lena and Kara, do you have any you dislike? And is there anyone you'd rather not write? P.s. I love how your mind works!

Hey hey hey! Thanks for taking the time to send this message and for your interest in the inner workings of my garbage mind LOL! I guess it’s definitely rather evident now those two are my favourites AHAA absolutely no doubt about that if there was any. I wouldn’t say I have any I outright dislike, as I haven’t truly ventured outside of writing for any other characters as of yet (which I definitely should at some point if I want to improve!)

Though I do have some requests that have piqued my interest, there’s one Lucy prompt sitting on my list that I’ve somewhat brainstormed for and am quite excited to get to, and a handful of Winn prompts that I want to start dabbling in as well because I think I could have some fun with his goofiness. There’s also some Alex ones that I am so wanting to get to... but I feel like her story arc in the canonverse lately is just too real and I feel so much for her and relate on such a personal level that it’s surprisingly a bit tricky to tap into that mindset since it feels so close to me LOL. She’s a little bit of sacred testy territory for me; maybe one day I’ll be brave and dive in!

With that said, I guess my pattern is I prefer writing interactions with the ladies of Supergirl, but only because I feel like I can commit most of my best quality of work to them - it’s not to say I wouldn’t offer the same love and effort for the dudes, it’s just we don’t necessarily know enough about them per se that I’d have some trouble keeping a similar standard with the fellas as I seem to easily do with the ladies. That’s what it seems to come down to for me anyway, I think with the type of things I want to write it’s just easier for me to write with the Supergirl ladies.

This turned into a giant essay as always... but THANK YOU so much again!! That is such a lovely thing to hear, I’m honoured you took the time to ask me an insightful question, and I hope this answers enough for you! Have an awesome day :D

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supergirlimaginesfic-blog · 6 years

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Are you being swarmed with requests now?

Heya thank you for this message! Technically I definitely should have closed my requests a while ago... but these are all from the first (and only) time I put up a post asking for prompts and I haven’t really caught up since LOL. I get a steady stream of requests though, probably 1-2 every few days or so, and since I’m taking it a bit easy these days with writing and focusing on other parts of my life, it’ll definitely be a little bit of a while still

So... my apologies if you’re still waiting on a request! There is a few handful repeat requests and I’ve since prioritized those first. Have an awesome day :D

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Lena Luthor x reader (No more masks, I won’t hold back)

Request: "The candy is for the trick or treaters not you, quit eating it all " with lena

a/n: HAPPY HALLOWEEN you wonderful ghouls and pals of mine! Whether you celebrate it or not, have a kickass day, stay safe, and do all the things you want to do, no matter what it is that makes you happy - today and all the days!!! :D

Anyway... how was THAT for an episode that we just watched?? I am STILL reeling about all the Supergirl Ladies content we are having and I have never felt so ALIVE!!!

Here’s a short cute one for y’all though! I freaking LOVE domestic Lena alright!! I swear it is the greatest concept and not only does she deserve this, but we too also Deserve This. Now also imagine Lena having to deal with someone who has approximately zero impulse control?? That’s you this time LMAO. Happy Halloween and happy Tuesday!!

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There were only two occasions you ever looked forward to in your life, and since your birthday wasn’t considered a national holiday by the nation yet (how rude of them honestly) you had to settle for the next best thing.

Autumn was your favourite season - you romanticized every single aspect of it that could possibly be cherished to the high heavens and back again. The crunch of leaves on sidewalks under your boots, and leather jacket and sweater weather made you come alive when the rest of nature around you was settling down and shedding.

The colours around you and the anticipation of keeping away indoors to stay warm - it was what kept you going, to say the least.

Even the pumpkin flavoured everything you didn’t bat an eyelash at, and so often some of your friends have expressed their ire of your tendency to go overboard with the festivities.

How could you have helped yourself if it was just simply more fun to act like a suburban housewife and decorate your entire house in Halloween decorations and buy an army’s worth of candy rather than to deny yourself the simple happiness of doing so?

Naysayers be damned, you’ll eat your themed cookies and ensure everything from your house to your car to nearly every single orifice of your body smelled of pumpkin, you’ll eat all your Halloween candy and only regret it for the next few days, and you’ll damn well call anything and everything ‘spoopy’ until the retail industry pries it from your cold, dead hands and forces aisles and aisles of Christmas decorations down your throat.

It was also Lena’s first official Halloween, and much to your friends’ amusement and great exasperation, this very fact seemed to make your excitement reach unprecedented heights.

She’s only been your girlfriend for something just over half of a year, but already you could very well say you knew each other well enough to not be so surprised by each other’s funny quirks.

After you finished work you barrelled right through your front door and darted into the shower the instant that you could, throwing on your favourite obnoxiously bright coloured knit sweater and sneaking six packets of candy into your pocket, for later, obviously.

You promised Lena to bring out all the stops for her first Halloween experience, and you were beyond ecstatic that you got to be the one who did this for her.

You were pondering just how lucky you were to have Lena in your life as you laid out the ready to bake Pillsbury pumpkin and ghost cookies before putting them in the oven.

You’d tried convincing Lena that she didn’t need to leave work too early; Halloween is a late affair anyway.

For her part, she seemed just as excited as you about celebrating, perhaps it was your zealous eagerness that was infectious, but more and more Lena was becoming as taken with the day as you were, and you thought it was absolutely adorable.

Still, her text message to you made it evident she was insistent about coming home early to be with you.

Lena: “I let Jess go home early again... I’ll see you soon :)”

you: “was she just as perplexed as she was the last time you told her to go home early?”

Lena: “It seems as though she’s stopped asking questions and just accepted it.”

you: “seems wise, especially considering what you get up to when you do leave early, I imagine she wouldn’t want to know anyway ;)”

Lena: “And you seem to be wanting to push your buttons tonight, what makes you think you’ll get so lucky?”

you: “you are the light of my life and I am more than lucky to take anything you are so gracious to give me, Ms Luthor”

Lena: “Yeah, yeah, I get it. No need to kiss ass, I’ll see you soon babe ;)”

you: “Love you! Can’t wait <3″

You grinned to yourself as you put the cookies in the oven, marvelling at just how easily it is to smile when it comes to your girlfriend.

With nothing much else left to do, you sit down on your couch and peruse through Netflix’s Halloween selection, wondering if you could convince Lena to watch a horror movie with you.

It’s probably about fifteen minutes later and you’re in the middle of the third episode of Mindhunter when you hear the door open and you turn around to catch the figure of your girlfriend by the threshold.

“Hey babe,” you smile broadly as you take notice of her casual clothes.

“Hi yourself, (Y/N),” she says, walking over to your place on the couch as you lean your head back for her to give you a kiss.

She glances at the TV and squints her eyes suspiciously at you, “you started another episode?”

Your eyes widen and you try to hide your sheepish smirk, “no.”

Lena raises a stern eyebrow and you’re becoming less and less successful at hiding your guilty grin.

“I don’t like it when you lie to me, (Y/N).”

She leans down closer to your lips and you can feel her breath. You move up to kiss her but she dodges the move.

“Uh-uh, tell me the truth,” she says slowly.

You stare up at her again, your head leaning back as you gaze at her chastising look upside down. You smile softly to yourself at the sight of her, the teasing and fondness masked behind a veil of reprimand, and you think you zone out for a little bit in a dopey trance when you hear her click her tongue at you in frustration.

“Don’t do that.”

“What? What did I do?”

“How am I supposed to be angry with you if you keep looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” you ask half curiously.

Lena takes a deep breath and a smile forms on her lips, she shakes her head as she grabs your cheeks and kisses you.

“I can never say no to that face of yours, even if you do try to sneak some TV behind my back.”

“I did not,” you grumble petulantly, watching as her eyebrow arches again when she makes her way to sit beside you. “Entirely.”

“Mhm, right,” she remarks with a fond smirk. “How was your day, darling?” She presses up against you and leans her head on your shoulder.

“It was awesome, everyone dressed up which isn’t really something I’d expected. How about you?”

“It was a day... It’s rather difficult to talk Kara out of an idea once she has one, isn’t it?”

“What did she do now?”

“I believe she and Winn had some bet which she lost, so she walked around the office today in one of those inflatable dinosaur costumes that are always circulating the internet?”

You burst into laughter at the thought and wondered how Winn convinced Kara to walk around in an obnoxious costume for a day when her crime-fighting extracurriculurs were to be considered.

“I don’t really think she considered that she could actually lose,” Lena answers your wordless question.

“Those are always the best bets.”

“So what’s on the agenda today? Are you going to make me watch some ridiculous horror movie so I can snuggle up next to you?” Lena asks conspiratorially.

Despite yourself, you blush at the remark and try to hide your grin.

“I was, actually.”

“You’re so transparent,” Lena says, laughing as she moves in to kiss you.

“Not my fault you’re so irresistible,” you retort with a little pout.

Lena levels her look to you and mumbles against your lips, “you don’t need an excuse to hold me, (Y/N).”

“It’s Halloween anyway, what else could get us into the mood-”

Lena interrupts you as she kisses you, moving so she’s straddling you and pushes you into the couch.

“I know plenty that could get us in the mood,” she comments in a low voice.

She grinds softly into you and you groan, your hands moving to her hips as you chase her lips.

The rustling of something Lena’s disrupted distracts her and she looks down at your leg. She eyes your pocket suspiciously before she snaps her eyes up at you.

“Do you seriously have candy in your pocket?”

“No,” your eyes widen and you make a valiant effort to hide the humour in your lie.

“You’re in a dishonest mood today, aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it this is my favourite!”

“Darling, I love you, but your sweet tooth is entirely ruining the meaning of ‘assorted candy’. You get to keep whatever is in your pocket for the rest of the night,” she says with a half-serious warning.

“Yes ma’am,” you mutter as you try to tug Lena back towards you.

“Nope,” she says, refusing to let herself be pulled in.

You look at her with your best puppy eyes and make a grand pout, blinking your eyes in utter sadness and deprivation.

“You’re going to burn the cookies. Don’t think you can use me as your excuse for gross negligence,” she remarks with a mischievous smile.

Lena moves back to her seat on the couch and you make a great show of slowly getting up and dragging your feet toward the kitchen, muttering just loud enough so she can hear.

“I guess! I guess I’ll go, I guess! I didn’t want kisses anyway, it’s fine!” you continue until your voice is nothing but a muted lament from the kitchen.

You take the cookies out of the oven, exceedingly impressed by Lena’s timing, no doubt, and you eye the bowl of candy that’s on the kitchen counter next to the tray of cookies.

You move to stick your hand out and you make just the slightest ruffling sound when you hear Lena’s voice calling out to you from the living room.

“The candy is for the trick-or-treaters, not you. Quit eating it all!”

You drop your jaw slightly in surprise and wonder if Lena’s got eyes on the back of her head.

“Hurry up and get back here before we’re interrupted for the remainder of the night and you regret all of your choices.”

You nearly slip in your socks rushing back to Lena, catching that look of amusement that you’ve noticed is becoming a common expression of hers, her eyes crinkled and lips twisted into a subtle smirk as she watches you dive onto the couch beside her.

True to her observation, you’re about half an hour into Friday the 13th Part VI when the beginnings of the never-ending doorbell mark the start of the evening.

You, being the child at heart, are exceedingly impressed by the sheer number of Supergirls you see; pirate Supergirl, zombie Supergirl, you think you see a velociraptor Supergirl to which you were witness to a brief argument of, ‘it’s Halloween I can be whoever I want to be’, and you whispered to the kid your shared affinity for dinosaurs, to which you received a beaming smile.

You can’t help it but you laugh when you see a child dressed in a laughing-crying emoji costume, and it wasn’t long at all before Lena’s become envious of you that she’s joining you at the door.

In between Halloween-goers, you find yourself sat on the stairs and you’re making out with Lena like two teenagers with the house to yourselves before the next doorbell interrupts you, and you always half-heartedly groan at the distraction and Lena dutifully shoves you toward the door.

Once, a solitary scientist shows up at your door, her mother standing a few feet away from her and the small girls looks up at your tall figures.

“Hi, I’m a scientist,” she says, completely opting out of the traditional greeting.

“That’s awesome, you probably need all the energy you can get to save the world, right?” you say as you drop some candy into her bag.

“Yeah, my mom says too much candy isn’t good though.”

“She’s right, my girlfriend is a scientist too, she only eats healthy food.”

The girl looks up at Lena and her eyes widen in wonder.

“You’re a real scientist?”

“I am, aren’t you?”

The girl tilts her head and her eyes widen again in realization. “Yeah.”

Lena grins as the girl happily waves goodbye, skipping to her mother who’s shaking her head in amusement at her daughter.

When it’s later in the evening and the number of trick-or-treaters has dwindled and you’re almost finished your third movie, you interrupt the B-horror movie you and Lena had opted for in favour of light conversation.

“You gonna dress up next season?” you ask as someone on the screen trips over their own feet.

Lena’s head is leaning against your shoulder and she snuggles closer to you under the blanket draped over you two.

“I suppose so, I definitely will when we have kids of our own though.”

You think you feel your heart skip a beat and you hear the low trumpeting of your heart in your ears. You think you’re projecting, totally having misheard Lena and you don’t dare comment on it at all, lest you make everything awkward and more troubled than it ought to be.

Your silence goes entirely noticed, however, and you don’t have to see Lena to know her eyes have shot to the size of golf balls and you can feel her entire body tense beside you.

You keep your eyes stubbornly trained on the TV, trying to steady your breaths but you learn that the mindful attempt of regulating a natural phenomenon is far too much work.

Lena’s uncharacteristically stuttering when she speaks up, “I just- I meant, that if... in the circumstance that could ever be a possibility-”

You move your arm and put a hand on her knee, your other arm bringing her in close and you squeeze reassuringly.

“Kid talk already, eh?”

You feel her indignant blush and you laugh, feeling her sink her head deeper into you if it were even possible.

“I’m sorry, I’m just bugging you,” you amend gently. “You know I love you, right?”

“Yeah,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper as it’s muffled by your clothing.

“So we’ll get there when we get there. And I know I can take on everything with you, and I in fact want to.”

You squeeze her again and feel her wrap her arms around your midsection, you adjust yourself accordingly to let her.

“For what it’s worth, I don’t think I could have a better Halloween partner than you.”

“How charming and thoughtful of you to say,” she says in a teasing lilt, taking her head out of somewhere from under your arm and resting her chin on your shoulder.

You turn your head slightly to look at her, adding an afterthought.

“Or a better partner in general.”

She looks up at you through her lashes, studying the soft look your face has taken when you look at her, and after a long moment she purses her lips for a kiss.

You turn your body to her and smile into her kiss, grinning at the soft exhalation of air she lets out when she melts into your touch.

You tug on her waist to bring her on top of you, Lena falling into your lap easily as you run your hands up and down her back in a soothing motion. Lena moans lowly in your mouth as your hands slip under her shirt, finally touching skin.

She rocks into you softly and your jaw drops a little, Lena’s touch tracing your lip gently before nipping at it.

You think you feel so viscerally shaken when Lena abruptly pulls away, leaving you feeling particularly cold and at a loss of contact.

By the time you figure out what’s going on, she’s already just made it to the bottom of the stairs.

“Hurry up, babe, or you won’t get to see the other costume I have in store for you.”

For the life of you, you think you black out momentarily when you process Lena’s words, and you think in that split second of seeming eternity, you caught a glimpse of your whole life flashing before you.

If there was any indication of eager excitement on your face, Lena most certainly caught it if the wink and sultry eyes she gives you is anything to go by.

You were proud to say you tripped only once bolting up the stairs; that and a handful of other bruises you garnered that night surely ended up being worth your troubles.

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Dating Lena Luthor: Dom!Reader headcanons [NSFW]

Request: since you said anything,can i have some headcanons about lena having a daddy kink with dominant reader please?

a/n: I hope y’all realize Lena smut always breaks me... LIKE, this is probably my most favourite type of thing to write LMAO. But also, even though this is one of my favourite ideas to write for, it is surprisingly pretty difficult to write straight up smut all the time for some reason? So that’s why it’s a little lowkey these days, in case y’all were wondering! That particular muse is apparently in hiding... I have to scour the dark garbage corners of the earth to find it again LOL

This got really mushy in the end, leave me alone I apparently have feelings?? Weird, I’m gonna have to have that checked... Have fun y’all! ;)

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you could say you’ve been warned about the trouble Lena Luthor could cause you, but not once did you ever think you would consider that trouble laying on your back with her straddling you, your name falling from her lips in a long moan that echoes in her empty office

your girlfriend, as you know, is a woman of utter wonder and she is never merely just one thing - sometimes she likes being obedient and sometimes, she likes to push your buttons

you suspected she knew exactly what she wanted in the bedroom, and if you were completely honest with yourself, she was really just waiting on you to catch up

whenever you give yourself the chance to think about it, you really begin to appreciate just how considerate Lena is, letting herself be an open book but also knowing how tragically useless you become and how you look like a deer in the headlights whenever she asks you direct questions about sex - she took care of you in this way, and for recompense, you made it your mission to take care of her

Lena Luthor is a wildcard, but for the most part, she seems more than content to have you, the most important person in her present life, to be an authority over her - National City’s most powerful woman offering you control over her and telling her when she gets to come is really, really a thrill you never could have previously imagined

needless to say you were beyond honoured and became so ridiculously soft when you realized just how much she trusted you with herself

at first, what happened in the bedroom stayed in the bedroom, but eventually and without really knowing exactly when, your games seeped beyond the confines of the bedroom and became so much more exciting

you have a little bit of a kink of fucking Lena when she’s still got most of her work clothes on, and you particularly love the image of her in her high heels and begging for you, her legs spread out and thrown over your shoulders

this is why she often seduces you in the most inappropriate places and at the least convenient time possible, and you think oftentimes you ought to punish her for her teasing

your favourite place to fuck her is her office at L-Corp; her white, minimalist furniture and her solid, pristine desk making it that much more desirable to tarnish

she was more often a good girl when you visited her at work, and you realize that perhaps time constraints and the very real possibility of having surprise meetings with people from the business world could very well have influenced your play, and you took it in stride

once, you’d come to her office after a particularly frustrating morning at work, and several enticing text messages from her later, you were on your knees with Lena’s thighs pressed against your head and her legs propped over your shoulders and on her desk

with your mouth preoccupied with being slick with the taste of Lena and your tongue slipping against her pussy, that didn’t leave much room for talking, which is arguably one of your favourite parts of fucking her

“Look at you, moaning and panting with your skirt rucked up to your waist. Whose pussy is this, baby girl?” you ask her, your voice causing delicious vibrations against her core “Yours, daddy- please-” “Are you going to be a good girl and come for me when I tell you?” “Yes, daddy, I’ll be a very good girl. I’ll do whatever you want.” “Tell me how long you’ve been waiting for me, princess. Tell me how much you’ve wanted me.” “I couldn’t concentrate all day... my second meeting was almost too much. I waited for you, and you feel so good now, daddy.” “You’ve been so good, you are so beautiful. Let me taste you, Lena. Come all over my mouth and make a mess on me.”

your second favourite part about fucking Lena with your mouth is how her legs tighten around your head and she grips your hair desperately when she rucks against you, rolling her hips until you’re licking her clean and she becomes limp after her orgasm

for the most part, however, you were content with making her scream and edging her only sometimes when you sought her out at work, simply because you secretly loved the power you felt of raising the pitch of her volume effortlessly and knowing anyone who really listened could hear the goings-on inside Lena’s office

coincidentally enough, Jess has stopped eyeing you with suspicion and disapproval whenever you arrive and has instead opted for the subtle arch of her eyebrow and the lazy lift of a hand to gesture you to Lena’s office

whenever you’re finished with Lena and part ways after your dalliances, Jess has always had her earphones in and never bothers to spare you a second glance; whether in indifference or the sheer unwillingness to look you in the eye, you’ll never know - Lena has since given her another raise and added a week of vacation, and you make it a point to bring her coffee whenever you can (which she always accepts gratefully, but with a knowing smirk)

you’ve grown accustomed to calling her pet names you have had an actual track record of resisting or thinking very little of, and you find it incredibly endearing and so very arousing when she responds to baby girl, princess, and sweetheart in casual conversation

when you’re not in play, Lena is the most doting, nurturing girlfriend, and you feel that much more inspired and resolute to play your part when she tells you wordlessly what she needs from you

it’s a whole other playing field when you’re both home and you finally have the space and the time to really get rough and dirty with each other

from the time you’ve known her, Lena has since taken a huge liking to being restrained in as many ways as she can; you think one of the greatest discoveries you made in your relationship with Lena was learning how very much into being choked she was

one night, when you were in a particularly rough mood you’d taken your necktie and scrunched it up into a small ball and asked her if she’d wanted to put it in her mouth - Lena came in almost record time when she realized she couldn’t make much sound

“No one but me can hear you anymore. Show daddy how much you want this cock, baby girl, come all over me.”

sometimes you let Lena bottom from the top, and watching her ride you and having a clear view of what pulling her hair and scratching roughly into her back does to her gives you enough vigour to love her thoroughly the entire night

you’ve learned that Lena has just as much fun being a brat as she does when you reward her, and this manifests itself during public events, galas, and places you are very well not meant to be inappropriate in

it comes in whispers when you’re alone and in low, offhanded comments thrown casually in between conversations with inconsequential party-goers that only you can hear; it comes in the featherlight touches that linger and in the blatant gripping and rubbing of your leg under a table when the risk of someone watching is so much higher

Lena knows being a bad girl in public gets her punished in the nearest bathroom; but sometimes, you make her wait for it

“You were being naughty tonight, princess.” “I know,” she says mischievously “Bad girls get punished, you know that don’t you?” “I’m sorry, daddy” she says unconvincingly

another one of your favourite views is watching Lena moan and squirm when you spank her ass - you can practically hear the wetness of her pussy with each slap, and if you were a god, you would have quite easily resisted the overwhelming feeling of desire the sounds and sensations of seeing Lena like that gave you

you are merely a mortal, however, and you never could deny yourself the aphrodisiac that was Lena on all fours pushing her ass into you, begging for you to fuck her

still, you find that with all that could be said of your compatibility and the ease in which you both seemed to meld into the roles you played in each other’s lives, your favourite part of being with Lena was being able to take care of her

for all your uselessness and awkwardness whenever clinical discussions of sex come up, you absolutely love pillowtalk with Lena, becoming the soft, mild-mannered caretaker that is your usual disposition outside of sex, and she just as much indulged you with your need to cuddle as you sought it out

you love feeling Lena in your arms; she is the most beautiful, remarkably profound woman you’ve ever had the pleasure of loving, and her steadfast trust and belief in you gave you previously unheard of inspiration and fortitude that you’ve never once known

Lena Luthor is as strong as she is soft, as trusting as she is good, and you’ll never truly fathom just how lucky you are to be the one who knows her as much as she sees all of you - Lena is so very capable of looking after herself in life, you know, but it’s the fact that she lets you that really humbles you and could very well bring you to your knees

(you love her, you love her, you love her, and somehow, you’re the one who gets to love her the way she deserves - she is the one whom you were made to love in this time of Life, and perhaps, one day you will find you’ve become worthy enough to love her for the entirety of hers)

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Kara Danvers x reader (Let our kiss count the moments, and hearts set the pace)

Request: Hii❤️ can you write a little smutty fic based on these sentences; "can I kiss you" and "is this okay?" With Kara and fem reader, and could you make Kara the shy and inexperienced one?❤️ thank you😘

a/n: make it SOFTTTTT, I apparently said to myself without any prompting or inclination whatsoever. Make it so SOFT that everybody including myself ugly cries and slams all types of desks, tables, walls in protest - the sheer inability of handling sweet, vulnerable, beautiful Kara overwhelming us all

So anyway sometimes I use lyrics as my alternate titles and I guess apparently I was inspired by this one (which I only realized after I wrote the entire thing) but it’s rather fitting now and it works out, so we’re using this as the main soundtrack ;) Have fun my fellow trash monsters!!

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It can’t be helped, but you’re beginning to learn that dating a superhero provides a whole different series of surprising emergencies and headaches than anyone could begin to imagine.

Certain hypotheticals, such as, ‘what if we’re having dinner with my parents and you have to leave suddenly?’, and, ‘how much longer am I supposed to be covering for you at work? I’m pretty sure most of the floor knows anyway’, are the most pressing what-ifs to be answered, and yet have remained to have the most open-ended solutions.

Even so, with Kara Danvers, however, you think even disregarding her extracurricular lifesaving activities she is simply an entirely new rollercoaster of a girl on her own.

Sometimes you question your relationship with Kara only so far as to wonder why it is you have a key to her apartment and how it is you’ve been dating something short of only two months but you feel like you’ve already moved in, and, even more alarmingly, how on earth her overprotective sister, Alex, is okay with all of the aforementioned facts.

You’ve learned thus that thinking too critically of something that truly leaves room for endless wonder is not something to dwell on, and instead you opt to marvel at worthier things such as the tone of Kara’s muscles, or maybe how equal parts powerful, radiant, and soft she is around you when no one else is watching - those are much worthier things of this universe to contemplate.

You’re only beginning to ruminate the magic that is your girlfriend when she flies through her apartment window that she’s left open.

Sometimes you wonder if she ever forgets and hits a clear glass window like a bird, and the thought makes you chuckle.

Kara hardly spares a glance at you as she lands as gracefully as she could and tumbles into her couch face first, one long, drawn out groan muffled by the cushions.

Your eyes scan over what you can see of her form quickly and you don’t see any blood streaks or anything else of immediate alarm. Content that your girlfriend is neither maimed nor Red K-induced, you let yourself feel relieved and you soften at the sight of her.

“Hey,” you call from your spot in the kitchen, “did you need anything, babe?”

You somehow manage to decipher Kara’s muffled voice when, “no thanks,” comes from her dejected form on the couch.

“Food? Drinks? Of the human or alien variety? Or the pizza place that recognizes me now?”

“No thank you,” she says again.

You wait another moment and consider the rest of your options.

“Did you want me to leave?”

Kara sits up on her knees quickly and her eyes, wide and imploring, immediately find yours. She shakes her head aggressively and her lips form a great pout, still shaking her head defiantly and you laugh lightly at her expression.

“Sit still, you big nerd,” you order affectionately as you approach the couch to stand behind her.

Kara follows obediently and lets her head fall against the back to look up at you. A small, tired smile forms on her lips and she breathes deeply.

You smile back at her and bring your hands to her shoulders, rubbing and pressing into her neck and her shoulders.

“Do Kryptonians even need massages?” you ask offhandedly. It’s a perfectly valid question, you realize.

Kara hums in relief as she allows herself to relax into your touch - no matter her answer, you think, it’s helping.

“No, not really,” she sighs deeply in contentment, “but I like feeling you.”

“I know,” you tease fondly.

You hear her short huff of breath and you don’t need to see her face to know that she’s blushing. You smirk at the fact that you know her so well.

You bring your fingers to her forehead and rub soothing circles over her skin, pressing into her temples and massaging her skull.

“Did you want to talk about it?” you ask after a moment of silence.

Kara considers the question before she responds, “no, not really.”

“Okay.”

You slide your hands over her shoulders and down either side of her arms, bending over the couch as your face comes closer to hers.

Kara breathes deeply and turns her head slightly to look at you, though you keep the steady work of your hands.

“Can you come over here?” she asks softly. “I wanna look at you,” she adds hesitantly, and you nearly swoon at her meekness.

You smile at the request and let your fingers trail over her body before you make your way around the couch to sit beside her.

She regards you attentively and you begin to feel only a little bit uneasy at the level of her look. Kara has the uncanny ability to make you feel seen, and you can never help the feelings and thoughts that run through your head when she looks at you like she’s unravelling you.

Kara looks at you still and you can only look back, your mouth slightly agape as you feel the tension between you get the slightest bit heavier.

“Kara,” you say, “can I kiss you?”

Her eyes widen imperceptibly and you think there’s a fleeting darkening of her gaze at your question.

“Yeah,” is all she supplies as she waits for you to move.

“You just make it really hard to not want to kiss you when you look at me like that,” you mutter lowly.

You bring your lips close to hers and wait, and when her eyes flutter shut in anticipation, you take that as your answer. You give her a long, chaste kiss, your hand coming up to her cheek as the other balances you.

After a moment, Kara readjusts her position and shucks her boots off. She lets you move on top of her and lies on the couch much more comfortably, chasing your lips for another kiss.

“Is this okay?” you ask between kisses.

She moans lowly in affirmation and you let both of your hands rest on her cheeks, still not letting the entirety of your weight rest on her.

You sigh into the kiss and trace your fingers over her collarbone, Kara huffing lightly at the ticklish sensation.

“You need to stop doing that,” you remark.

“What?” she asks confusedly, still taken by the haze of your kisses.

“You’re so irresistible and I don’t think you even realize it half the time.”

A slight blush colours Kara’s cheeks and she closes her eyes briefly as if to brace herself for something.

“I’ve been thinking about you... often. You’re on my mind so much lately, and I don’t know how...”

“You don’t know what, Kara?” you ask, not entirely knowing where this conversation is going.

She inhales deeply and very quietly utters her admission, “I’ve been thinking about you, and I don’t know how to... I don’t know how to ask. I want you. I don’t know how to tell you that, or to show you. I always want you- but lately... I want more.”

You’re still straddling over her legs and you study her face as she looks down at her hands. You bring a finger to her chin and tilt it upward to beckon her to meet your gaze, and you really hope your smile says in so little words how much you adore her right now.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“You wanna tell me what you think about?” you ask.

“Uhm, well- uh, where do you want me to begin?” she stutters as you bring a hand to her chest and gently push her down.

“Wherever you want, babe,” you husk in her ear.

“Uh... well sometimes, oh Rao,” she says as you begin to place kisses on her neck. “I think about you like this, actually.”

“You’ve thought about me like this?” you reiterate, and you kiss her just below her ear.

“Yeah- yes, just like this, right now, yep-” she mutters hastily.

You feel the distinct lack of her hands on you and you think you feel mildly touch starved.

You feel blindly for Kara’s hand and bring it to your waist, hoping she gets the idea.

“You can put your hands on me if you want, Kara,” you tell her in a low voice.

“Right,” she all but squeaks in a hoarse voice, placing both of her hands on you.

“Does this feel as good as when you’ve thought about it?”

You move to reposition yourself and you accidentally grind into Kara, a low moan escaping her lips. Her eyes snap open and stare at you in alarm. You smirk softly in reassurance.

“Baby, are you really okay with this?” you say in an even voice as you sit to look at her properly.

She nods her head definitively.

“Yes, (Y/N),” she says in a voice with more confidence than you’ve heard from her throughout this exchange.

You regard her affectionately and brush some errant hair from her eyes.

“You deserve so much more than a couch for our first time, Kara,” you murmur.

She shakes her head again, her voice hushed in a whisper.

“No, I- I want you... it doesn’t matter how. I’ve been thinking about you for too long and- this is me asking now.”

Suddenly, she looks at you and the intensity there nearly overwhelms you, the blueness of her eyes is absolutely striking and you think you lose yourself momentarily in their vastness.

She brings you back from your reverie when you feel her playing with the hem of your shirt, and in that quick moment of deliberation, you’ve made a choice.

You pull lightly on her sheer tights, “can we take this off?”

You hear a huff of breath from Kara and her eyes darken just a little bit more, nodding her head and lifting herself slightly to assist you.

You pull her tights slowly down on her legs until they’re completely off and you toss them away from you, Kara sighing as she watches you crawl back on top of her.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Kara? I know how you feel. I don’t need you to do anything apart from just being here and being you- I know you worry-”

Kara brings her hands to your cheeks and brings you just a little bit closer.

“I- I want you, I always have- I’m ready to really show you now.”

“Okay,” you finally amend. “I’m going to touch you a little bit, and just tell me if you want me to stop, okay? I mean that, anything at all, just tell me,” you add sternly.

“Okay.”

You brace your weight on one hand that’s placed beside her head as you lean down and kiss her slowly, taking your time as you let her melt into your touch. You trail your fingers lazily over Kara’s side and she moans louder, pulling you in with a bit more force, and you smile into the kiss.

You bring your weight down and rest on top of her body, the feeling of being chest to chest with her pushing you further away from coherency.

You move your leg and readjust to place a knee at between her legs, pushing gently against her core and she sighs aloud.

“You still haven’t told me when you think about,” you mutter into her chest, placing kisses on her collarbone.

“You- on top, like this,” she says in between shallow breaths.

“You like that I take control, don’t you?”

You suck lightly on the skin of her chest and you feel Kara pushing down on your leg, chasing the pressure you’re teasing her with.

You bring a hand to her hip and guide her movements, coaxing her into rolling her hips against your leg.

Kara hums in pleasure and she leans her head back, giving you access to her neck. You nip at the skin there and rub your leg just a little bit more forcefully against her.

“I like that you’ve thought about me. You’re a little naughtier than I thought, aren’t you?” you mutter against her skin.

You switch your leg out with your hand and let it rest on her thighs, her skirt having ridden up with constant movement - a deep swirl of arousal overtaking a little bit more of your rational mind.

You look at her and you know there question is there in your eyes, the look of recognition in Kara’s expression telling you she understands your wordless inquiry.

“Uh, I- I’ve never... not like that, with fingers,” she mumbles hastily under her breath. She looks bashful and you think you see a little bit of embarrassment or even shame there, and you click your tongue in disapproval.

“Baby, I don’t care, it’s okay. Everyone has different experiences. I just want to take care of you, and you just tell me when you don’t like something so I can keep making you feel good, no matter what it is you need.”

“I know, I just... so you don’t expect too much.”

You breathe deeply and exhale slowly, your look getting softer as you gaze at your girlfriend.

“You are so good, Kara. You are adorable, and beautiful, and you have the most remarkable heart of anyone I have ever known. But from this moment and until I’m done with you, I’m going to make sure you forget how to even speak.”

You wait only a moment for Kara to process your words, and when her eyes widen and her mouth goes slightly slack, you’ve gotten your approval.

“Take this off?” you mutter as you reach under her skirt, your fingers tracing over her underwear and she lifts herself quickly, gets rid of the material with almost non-human speed.

You let your fingers wander along the skin of her thighs and you think even with that, Kara’s senses are heightened. You wander closer and closer to her centre and you hear as her breaths become quicker and shallower.

You bring your fingers a little higher, letting them hover just above where she needs you, and you hear her whine at your teasing.

She brings a hand behind your neck and pulls you in for a kiss - you’re sufficiently distracted enough to bring your hand against her, and you revel in the sound she makes when she finally feels you.

You swallow her moan in a kiss as you rub slow circles against her, becoming more spurred on by how much more vocal Kara is becoming.

“You’re so good for me, Kara.”

She moans louder and you rub faster, grinding against the firmness of her stomach and you’re reminded of the sheer strength she possesses. You almost moan at the realization that she’s becoming undone at your hands.

You change the pace of your fingers and begin stroking upwards, pressing against her folds more intently with a quicker rhythm and you can feel how much more eager she’s getting as your fingers get slicker.

You slip a finger slowly into her, groaning at the wetness and the feeling of her around you, and the sound that escapes her lips arouses you tenfold as she moans in your ear.

You test her reaction, your finger moving slowly and purposely and you can feel as she widens her legs for you.

“Good girl,” you whisper with a little hint of a snarl. “Look at you spreading your legs for me without having to ask.”

“(Y/N),” she says in a long, drawn out moan.

“Show me how much you want me, baby.”

You let another finger slide into her and you thrust steadily, Kara rocking against your palm with ever-increasing desperation.

You rub your thumb against her clit and Kara mewls at the contact, her head falling back in pleasure as her voice fills the room. You moan at the sound and fuck her harder.

You feel her blunt fingernails digging into your back and you sigh with pleasure, swallowing the sounds of Kara’s ecstasy in a heated kiss.

You test the rhythm of your ministrations with one well-placed curl of your fingers and Kara’s scream rings through the apartment. She’s a babbling mess of sweet nothings and your name when you continue fucking her steadily.

“You’re so beautiful when I’m fucking you like this, baby.”

Kara mewls loudly and her breaths come out in fragmented shorts and stops, no doubt anyone nearby can hear her.

“You’re so good for me. Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” you ask.

“Yes, yes- (Y/N), please!”

You begin thrusting your fingers faster and rubbing her clit quicker, Kara’s voice increasing in pitch until she’s breathing erratically.

“Come all over my fingers, Kara. I want to taste you when I’m done with you.”

You don’t think you’ve heard a more attractive sound than Kara screaming with pleasure, but then she’s moaning and coming, her chest rising and falling as she grips harshly at your shoulders, her back arching with the release of her orgasm.

“(Y/N)- yes, yes! Rao- yes, please-”

You kiss her and keep the relentless pace of your fingers until you feel Kara’s body become limp under yours, her shaky breaths filling her chest once more as she rides the afterwaves of her pleasure.

You slip your fingers out of her and don’t bother to wipe them on anything as you bring them to your lips and suck the taste of her from them. Kara stares at you hungrily as she watches you make work of your fingers.

You lean down and let your lips hover just above hers when you’re done, slowly moving in to place a gentle kiss on her lips.

“You taste good,” you mutter, and you see even past her post-orgasm haze the blush that rushes to her cheeks, but Kara’s bringing a hand to your hair and tugging lightly to pull you in for another kiss.

You relent and let your hands come up to either side of her face, letting your weight rest against her body and you soften with the feel of her pressed flush against you.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?”

“I love you,” she says.

Kara’s voice is gravelly and hoarse, and her eyes widen at her own admission.

“I love you too,” you reply easily.

“Oh. Okay.”

Your eyebrow arches in question when you look to her, and Kara looks moderately alarmed.

“No, I mean- that was- I always thought it’d be more difficult... to like... why do you make everything so easy?” she says mildly indignant.

You smirk at her rambling and let your head rest against her chest, forcing her to cuddle you in the small space of the couch.

“I could give you a harder time?” you offer teasingly.

“No thanks,” she mumbles, and you laugh at her quick resignation.

You listen for the beat of her heart, and for the most part, you hear that her breaths are returning to their steady up and down.

“I could help you clean up?” you say after a while.

“No, it’ll be fine. I just want to stay like this for a bit... if that’s okay?” she says softly.

You move to look up at your girlfriend and you smile at the admiration you see there in her eyes. You kiss her wordlessly and let yourself feel the contentment of being enveloped in her arms.

Kara, you’ve realized, makes you feel both parts so very human and like you’re at new, unworldly heights.

She makes you experience things with greater intensity. Somehow, she’s simultaneously made life feel like it’s moving forward with an unprecedented velocity and still, that time has been left untouched and at a standstill, and you wonder just how that’s so.

You’re beginning to really learn that Kara Danvers truly is everything; she is everything, and even still with your greatest shock, she is one thing that you still cannot believe - yours.

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