#Kara is in love you can’t tell me otherwise
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Your Name Hurts
Supergirl, Kara Danvers x Reader!, Nia Nal.
Word count: 3030.
Notes: Inspired by Hailee Steinfeld's song :)
“Wait,” Nia stops you before you go on any longer. “Who are you talking about?”
Kara. Kara. Kara. You’re always talking about Kara.
But you don’t want to say that. You don’t want to utter her name, can’t have it leaving your lips.
“Hmm, you know-“ You try to tell her with your eyes, but Nia makes sure she doesn’t get it so you have to say it out loud.“Kara, obviously.”
Her name burns your lips, almost literally. You can feel the awful ghost feeling of tingling. Like your body is trying to get rid of all the toxins, trying to set you free from this unhealthy obsession.
“Oh, right right.”
You wonder if Nia can see how your stomach hurts and whether she notices that your heart is squeezing on your chest. Can she fathom the bitter taste Kara’s name leaves on your mouth?
“I’ll bring it over with me to game night.” She peeks inside the box you put together with all of Kara’s stuff.
She can’t.
Your best friend doesn’t get what it’s like to lose Kara, because she hasn’t. She won’t. She doesn’t understand what it is like to have all of Kara’s love and to have snatched it out of your hands. Nia will never know how Kara’s name hurts whenever it has to leave your mouth.
“Y/N? You’re there?” Nia waves her hand in front of your face waking you up from your trance. Your eyes focus back on her and you agree with your head. “Should I bring something back as well, from Kara’s apartment?”
“Maybe. I don’t know whether she’s packed everything I left behind, though.” But you're hoping she hasn’t. You’re praying she hasn’t touched any of your stuff and that they still live in her apartment rent free. You hope they don’t make her want to get rid of everything, that instead she thinks they feel like home. “If she gives you something is fine, otherwise I’ll just stop by CatCo one of these days.”
“Oh, you haven’t been to CatCo in weeks!”
So she has noticed how hard it is for you. Maybe Nia has noticed all the effects. How it hurts your stomach, cuts you like a knife, how it still feels like you're sinking even when you’re holding both sides of the life raft.
“Ah, yeah, been a while. Should I not go? Does, like, everyone hates me there or something?” You fidget with your fingers, not looking up at her, while still desperately needing to hear the answer.
“What? No! Y/N, it’s Kara. She wouldn’t.”
But you don’t know what Kara would or wouldn’t do at this point, because she is a fucking liar. A genuine liar, who says it’s someone, but in reality is someone else completely. And then, when she finally tells you the truth about her, after so many fucking months of sleeping next to you, she still has the gall to fucking leave you. So you don’t, you absolutely do not know what Kara wouldn’t do to your name.
Your face reddens, sad and mad at the same time. The betrayal makes your mouth taste bitter and it stings, like an open cut.
“Well, I guess we’ll see.” You excuse yourself back to your room while your flatmate goes to a game night at your ex’s apartment.
You have forgiven Nia for not taking any sides, mainly because you know she has learned Kara's secret identity exactly when you did. But Nia had felt no hysteria whatsoever, forgiving that lying traitor too fast. You also know how hard it would be for her to work with Kara while hating her guts, so of course you have forgiven her about it, you just haven’t forgotten. But that feeling is staying lodged for another day.
“Hey, hey.” Nia tried to calm you down when she saw you spiraling. “She is still Kara.”
Kara had just flown out of the window, after you told her to get the hell away from you.
“Are you kidding me?” You yelled, livid. “She is not Kara. She is a sneaky little snake who has been toying with me and my feelings, for what, months?” You dropped yourself on your couch. “Fuck, she’s been lying to me for a whole year.” You said when you finally realized what day it was and how long you knew Kara then.
“It’s a secret identity for a reason, Y/N.” Said Nia trying to sound obvious, but coming out extremely condescending. Just because you didn’t have a secret identity, doesn’t mean you didn’t understand how they’re supposed to work.
“Yeah, to hide yourself from villains and criminals, not your fucking girlfriend. The supposed love of your life. The one you planned to grow old with and adopt dogs and babies and even bunnies.”
Nia dropped herself on the couch next to you, hands went to your arm, for a light squeeze.
“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Nia breathed out, looking away while you wiped your face clean from the tears. “If it’s any consolation, I think Lena also doesn’t know. So, you know, it’s not you —“
“Of course it’s not me! Lena is her best friend and she is still lying to her. She made you come out and tell her your secret, and only told you hers when she pitted you.”
“That’s not —“
“It was exactly what happened, do not bullshit me. And you know what, it’s not fair. It’s not fair Lena and I only got one side of her. It’s not fair we didn’t get all of Kara when we gave ourselves entirely to her. It’s not fair and it’s not ok for her to think this other side of her wasn’t going to change everything between us.”
You got up, walking in circles. Hands covering the fresh set of tears springing from your eyes.
“She saw all there was to see about us. The good, the bad, the better. She’s touched our hearts and soul and body so thoroughly.”
“You’re not talking about Lena anymore, right?”
You go on, unfazed and unbothered by her comments. “And we only got to see, what? What she deemed we were trustworthy enough to know? That’s fucking bullshit, Nia! It’s — it’s almost evil of her.”
“Ok, that’s just not —“
“Well, no more. I’ll say she doesn’t get to lie to us anymore. She doesn’t get to choose what side we get to see. I have to go.”
“Wait, wait! Where? Where are you going?”
But you were gone before she had the chance to stop you. In retrospect, maybe she should’ve.
“Lena!” You didn’t knock on her door, neither rang her doorbell, you just kept slamming your hands and yelling her name. She didn’t take long to open the door.
“Hey, hey. What’s going on?” Lena took one good look at your redden face and puff eyes to know something was completely off about you. “Are you ok?”
“She’s a fucking liar! She’s been lying to us for ages. We’ve been so fucking stupid!”
“What? Who? What are you talking about?”
“Kara! Your — Your so called best friend. My so called girlfriend.” Lena raised her eyebrows at you, and like she suddenly realized you’re still at her doorstep, her hands enveloped your wrist and she pulled you inside. When she locked the door behind her, your voice immediately kept going. “Kara is a liar.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
“Well, don’t. She’s been lying to you ever since you two met.” Lena silently asked you to go on. “Kara is Supergirl.”
“What?” Lena asked dumbfounded. She didn’t talk for a while, but you could see on her face how much she just wanted to deny that. To refuse that hypothesis. To tell you it’s not possible and you’re going insane. But she couldn’t. “What?”
“We were fooled by glasses and a ponytail. Trust me, I can’t believe it either.”
“But —“ And the sentence is left like that.
You felt horrible, awful, vile for screaming Kara’s secret on the top of your lungs like that, but also you’re so mad you couldn’t stop yourself even if you tried.
In retrospect, sure, Kara had every reason to feel hurt. To feel like she couldn’t trust you, given she told you her biggest secret and you literally ran off to tell Lena the next second.
You felt betrayed, then she felt betrayed, and you both hurt each other more than it was ever supposed to.
Nia comes back from game night with none of your stuff, to find you nowhere at home. She is quick to find you at the nearest bar, so drunk you can’t speak properly.
“Nia!” The familiar bartender calls her when she steps in, pointing at you. “I'm so glad you’re here, I don’t know what to do anymore, she won’t stop.”
“Stop what?”
“Cursing Kara’s name. I thought about calling her, but —“
“No, no. It’s fine.” Nia makes way to where you are. “Hey, you’re drunk enough. Let’s go home.”
“I — I shouldn’t ‘ve don’it.” You slur, pathetically, getting the hiccups right after. “Kara’s name hurts.”
Nia, holding you tight by the arm, scared you might just fall over from your stool. “What do you mean her name hurts?”
It’s between hiccups and shots that you manage an explanation. “It hurts, Nia. Like poison on my veins.”
“Ok Y/N, you’re not making sense. Let’s get you home.” She says after sharing one look with the bartender.
Nia holds you by the waist, slowly walking outside, but you never stop talking. You don’t even care if she can hear you or not, all of your feelings have been bubbling inside ever since Kara left and you tried to shut them down and pretend you were ok, now they just want out.
“It’s not fair we’ll only get to be half written. No ending to the story. No happy ending.” You look up to Nia. “I just can’t stomach it.”
And that’s when you detach yourself from her, falling on your hands and knees, then ridiculously crawling to a bush so you can throw up.
“No taxi will stop if they see you throwing up in a bush. Come on, Y/N.”
“Kara is gone.” You clean your mouth with the back of your hand. Look up to Nia, doe-eyed and tearing up. “Do you think my name hurts her too?”
She thinks about it, deciding on the best answer. She seems to decide that the only person who can give you this answer is Kara herself, so she presses the emergency button on her watch.
You have no sense of time, but to you it was only a second later that you see Supergirl landing in front of you. Cape flying gloriously, almost hitting you in the face.
“Nia, what’s wrong?” Kara’s voice is strangled on her chest. So Nia points to the floor and she turns around to find you there.
Her face remains inscrutable. No emotions, no affection, no feelings.
“Y/N.” She kneels in front of you. Hands going to your arms for support. “Are you ok?”
You barely register her question. She said your name and didn’t even wince. No way she ain’t feeling it too. No way your name doesn’t burn her lips the same way it burns yours.
“Not ok.” It’s Nia who answers for you, because you haven’t got a word out yet. “Drunk and sorry, about Kara.”
But Kara herself doesn’t look at Nia, too preoccupied with meeting your eyes to read something, since apparently you can’t talk.
“Let’s fly her home.”
Kara picks you up in a bridal style and your entire body fires up under her touch. She smells exactly the same. The same perfume, the same smell so fundamentally hers you wouldn’t know how to describe, the same way home always smelled like. So you breathe her in, even though your heart is squeezing on your chest telling you to stop.
Stop smelling her! Stop getting worked up because of her touch! Stop wanting her back! You can’t have it. Won’t have her back. Stop hoping, praying, agonizing for it!
Supergirl lands inside your apartment, right behind Nia. They’re not talking, but are saying whatever they need to say through hands and eyes. Supergirl takes you to the bathroom after nodding to Nia.
“Alright, well,” She puts the glasses back on her face and her suit disappears, and then she is just Kara. Your Kara. But not actually yours. The person you fell in love with. Not the superhero, not the alter ego, just little old quirky Kara with her thousand dollar smile and perfect baby blue eyes. “you, ah, just take a shower so you can sober up.”
She doesn’t have to say it twice for you to immediately start undressing.
“Wait, what-“ She looks up, trying to ignore your nude figure in front of her. “What are you doing?”
“Shower.” You state, sitting inside the empty bath tube and holding your legs close to your chest.
“You could’ve waited until I had left.”
You look up to her. Big eyes, unable to focus due to the tears still threatening to leave your eyes. She meets your gaze again, and you don’t have to say it. Don’t have to point out that she’s already seen you naked a million times before. That she’s touched you, and kissed you all over as well.
So Kara sighs, understanding. Makes way to the tap to turn it on for you, and soon you feel the warm water rising up your body.
“Ok, I’m gonna leave you to it. Take care, Y/N.” She’s almost turning around when you speak.
“Does it hurt?”
“Does what hurt?” She turns back at you, but you can’t meet Kara’s gaze anymore. Not while you say it.
“My name.” You sigh, feeling impossibly sober already. Like you just took 5 shots of coffee. This conversation feels exactly like that, like an impossible amount of energy coursing through your veins when it has your heart beating so loud it’s ringing on your ears. “Does my name hurt you when you say it? Does it make your lips burn? Does it feel like a knife through your heart? Does it make your heart sink so low on your chest you wonder if it’s still there at all?”
You look up to her shocked expression, tears falling silently from her eyes, and surely she can tell your face is wet not only from the bath anymore.
“Does it kill you when you have to say it? Does it get stuck on your throat like a lump? Are you scared of saying it because it will probably bring tears to your eyes?”
She doesn’t answer. Eyes darting anxiously between your face, the fresh cuts on your knees, and your anxious hands on the water. Kara’s mouth is agape, ready to say something, but her brain is possibly still trying to comprehend the whole question.
“You’re drunk.” Kara smooths her hands on her cardigan, adjusts her glasses, and there’s nothing that screams Kara more than that action alone. So the tears keep streaming down your face. “Let’s talk about this some other time.”
But you barely register what she means, because the only thing you register is that she is leaving. Again. Always.
You wake up with a terrible headache and a sense of regret. Of course you remember last night, and the fact that your ex had to literally go pick up your sorry ass from the bar because you couldn’t even walk.
So the fact that someone is ringing your doorbell, today of all days, it’s the worst of things that could happen to you.
Still, you roll out of bed because Nia is not answering the door so she must not be home, and make your way to the door.
Her name is stuck on your throat. Kara’s name has been stuck there for months. And it doesn’t leave your mouth even after you open the door to see her on the other side. Not even after the initial shock.
“It doesn’t.” Kara says as soon as you two lock eyes and your surprised face eases up a little.
“What?”
“Your name. It doesn’t burn my lips. Your name doesn’t hurt me, Y/N.” Kara’s voice is small, strangled on her chest. “Your name does the opposite. It — It makes my heart soar.”
You swallow deep, opening the door so she can walk inside because this is not a conversation you want all your neighbors to hear.
“You said it last night.” She makes sure you remember, turning to you as you close the door. “you asked me if your name hurts me and it doesn’t. It could never.”
“But I hurt you. Betrayed your trust. Did horrible things.” You try, though you don’t really want her to be hurt by your name.
“Yeah. And I hurt you, and betrayed your trust, and did horrible things.” Kara finally admits. “Does, umm, does my name hurt you?”
“Yeah.” The admission makes you feel like a ton of bricks has been lifted from your shoulders. “It kills me. It kills me to know I’m not using it to call you, I’m only using it to talk about how I lost you. I hate saying your name when I know you’re not — you’re not mine.”
Kara breathes out, reaching for your arm. “I’ve always been yours.”
“Kara.” You beg and that’s just it. That’s all that is. You say her name and nothing happens. Your stomach doesn’t twist and turn. Your mouth doesn’t taste bitter. It doesn’t hurt. Not when she’s the one you’re begging to, anyways. “Kara. Kara.”
“Does it still hurt?” Her hand slowly makes its way up your arm, shoulder, neck.
“No. Not when you’re around. Nothing hurts when you’re around.”
Kara pulls you in for a kiss. Passionate and demanding, like she too terribly missed your body and mouth.
“Not even the cuts on the knee, huh?” She jokes, making you crack up a smile your mouth hasn't known in months. “I’ve missed that smile.”
“I’ve missed you.”
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No Light, No Light (One Shot)
A/N: Helloooooo agaaain, my lovely dears! It’s been a while, uh? Did ya miss me? I know i’ve missed you! I’m really sorry about the big unannounced hiatus, I just gotta say things happened and well, that’s life. Does that mean I’m back? Kinda, and let’s hope. Meanwhile, pls enjoy this little piece of work, inpired by my fave band F+TM and the song with the same title, go listen to it!! I hope you like it and as always, tell me what you think, come say hello, and update me on what’s been happening with y’all. Love you my dears!! Ive not forgotten about u!!
Lena Luthor x R//Word Count: 1,634
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There is a darkness inside of every person.
A darkness, so hidden and so deep, that once freed devastates everything in its path.
Darkness that turns gentle hands into steel claws and baby blue eyes into violent light, tinted in red.
You remember seeing it once before. A symbol of bravery and hope turning into the city's worst nightmare in the blink of an eye. All good deeds suddenly forgotten and replaced by immeasurable fear. Something you never imagined to ever live it in the flesh.
You wonder how long it has been nesting in her heart as she grabs you by the collar of your uniform and pins you against the wall, threatening to crush your ribs and squeeze your heart if she so desires. But you would be fooling yourself if you pretended not to know the answer.
That's when you think about her. Her green eyes, her playful smile, her soft touch. If these are to be your final moments, you may as well go with a hint of paradise in your mind, instead of the hell that rages behind those eyes.
"You really thought I wasn't going to notice you?" Kara holds your sniper gun with her other hand and smiles. "I could hear your heart beating since you arrived here."
Her hold on you gets a bit too tight for your liking and you hold onto her arm. Your mortal hands can't do anything against her grip and, while feeling your heartbeat hard against your ribcage, you silently course your tell-tale heart.
She moves her head closer to you, a predatory look in her eyes which glow red behind blue irises.
"You should have pulled the trigger when you had the chance." She closes her fingers around your gun, crushing it in half and tossing it to the floor.
She's right.
J'onn had tried to warn you and if Alex had known before she would have given the order too. Now there's no escape and you don't believe you have enough time for a miracle to happen.
"Yeah." You respond with a hoarse voice. "I should have."
By the expression in her face you know you should have regretted your words.
You shouldn't be playing. Daring her in a moment when the word friend has lost all meaning. Hell, you're not even sure if you were even friends to start with. Otherwise, you think, how could this be so easy for her? How could it had been so easy for her before?
The comms in your ear turn on without a warning and her voice it's the only thing that stops your mind from sinking into less grateful memories.
"(Y/N)?" Lena calls you, and you wish you could die with that sound echoing in your ears. Your name in her mouth, even with the evident concern, is the chorus of an angel.
It takes a second for that image to shatter as Kara hears it too and you can tell, by the smirk that her lips draw, she's going to enjoy what comes next. The alarms in your head go off, whatever she's planning, it's nothing good.
"Len-" You try to warn her but the pressure you felt a second ago crushing your chest is now threatening to squash your throat.
Kara's fingers are wrapped around your neck, pulling you up from below your jaw with enough force you have to stand on your toes. You have no other option but to strengthen your grip on her arm, that if you don't want to lose your head.
With her free hand, Kara reaches your ear and pulls your comms out to put them in her own ear.
"Hey, Lena."
On the other side Lena freezes, not expecting her to answer. It takes a moment to imagine the smirk on Kara's face. That smile she used to love, now twisted and dangerous like shark teeth, ready to draw blood.
"Kara, stop. Don't hurt her." Lena pleads.
"Hurt her? No, of course not. We're just talking." Kara turns to look at you, the smile still on her face as she takes the comms and moves them closer to you for a moment. "Wanna talk to your girlfriend?"
You want to scream.
"Sorry." Kara responds after watching you struggle with her hand constricting around your neck. "Seems like she can't talk right now."
"Kara, please, this isn't you. You were poisoned with red kryp-"
"This isn't me?" Kara cuts in. "Maybe this is who I've always been."
Fear comes crawling up your throat as she takes a step back and looks at you.
"I'm one of the most powerful beings on this earth and I had to make herself small for you, so you would accept me, love me. I've spent my life pleasing you just so I could get the scraps. Well, I'm sick of it." You see the moment realization dawns on her. "Maybe I just needed a little push to help me see it."
Her eyes suddenly ignite with a new light, like a spark at the end of a dynamite stick. It leaves you breathless, even more than her hand around your neck.
"Maybe that's what we all need."
You feel some relief as your feet finally touch the ground, letting you rest for moment before she stars to drag you like a ragdoll across the roof.
"I want it all, Lena, not just the scraps."
You're sure Lena is still trying to convince her she isn't like this. That she must stop whatever she's about to do and to please, please, not hurt you in any way. You also know it's of no use as you reach the edge of the building.
Kara lets go of your neck, and you stumble backwards. She grabs you once again by the collar and another playful smile appears on her face, delighting on your fear as you hold onto her for dear life.
By pure instinct, you turn your head right and left, trying to catch a glimpse of what is happening around. From the corner of your eye, you can see the chaos that reigns below in the streets. Down there, you can hear the sirens of police cars and ambulances rushing to help the people of National City.
There are little fires everywhere and no one can seem to put them out.
You remember the fight that caused it all, J'onn and Alex doing their best to keep the Girl of Steel at bay. You saw it all as you looked through your scope, waiting for their signal. When J'onn couldn't move anymore and Alex became paralyzed, not wanting to fight her own sister, you knew you should have moved your finger. Kara's words come to your mind, you should have pulled the trigger when you had the chance.
Now, it is too late for any of you. There's nothing left but the void of the fall that surely awaits once Kara is done with you.
"Poor Lena, always having to rescue you. I always wondered if she ever got tired of that." She raises a brow at you, taking your comms off her ear and finally tossing them to the ground. She doesn't need to listen to Lena now. "Wouldn't it be better if she didn't have to worry about you anymore?"
"She wouldn't worry if you weren't out your mind." You dare, trying to keep your voice from trembling.
"Out of my mind? No, (Y/N), I've never been as lucid as I am right now. I want what's best for Lena. Obviously that isn't you."
"You think it's you?"
"I know I am." The smirk comes back to her lips. "Otherwise, why would she have been with me when she was still with you?"
Rage breaks into you as you realize the meaning of her words. Your hands, wrapped around her arm, hold tighter.
"Oh, she never told you?" She scoffs, feeling like she has already conquered the world. "Then let me tell you, I think you deserve the truth."
The anger is visible in your features as Kara pulls you towards her, keeping you away from the edge just long enough to spill her bane.
"Remember our little mission in the North Pole? When Lena and I got stuck in the Fortress and you were so far away with the team that you couldn't reach us? Well, as you know, I was having a bit of trouble with my powers and while we waited for you, we had to find other ways to keep us warm. If you know what I mean."
Against your will, you remember.
You remember it all.
"I know."
Some of your anger fades. This is a battle you won't let her win.
"I've always known."
Your answer takes her by surprise.
Time stops for a moment, giving you two a second to really look into each other. No more lies, no more pretenses.
"After that mission, it was obvious. Lena never talked about it more than necessary and you avoided the conversation entirely. You couldn't even look me in the eyes."
How different those eyes were from the ones that look at you now.
"It was all the same to me."
The rest of the world fades as you look at each other and your revelation comes out of your lips.
"'Cause, in the end, Lena still chose me."
She chose me instead of you, you want to say.
You think about her once more. Her eyes, her smile, her touch. Her love. Kara frowns as the darkness comes creeping once again behind those baby blue eyes.
"And now she can choose better."
The void behind your back grows claws ready to pull you down, and the light fades as you feel that final push on your chest.
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Best of 2022 K-Pop🏹
This year’s kpop releases have been VERY hit or miss (emphasis on the miss) for me this year but I still managed to scrape together a list of very great songs that came out and that I thoroughly enjoyed. These aren’t all of the releases I liked this year, but they are the best of them.
WHEN I MOVE - KARA
Several 2nd Gen girl groups have made their long awaited comebacks this year, and this was simply the best one (and this is coming from a Girls’ Generation supremacist). The song and music video are so glam, although that rap is definitely a blemish on this otherwise amazing song. They even managed to be one of the very few kpop groups to utilize an antidrop without it disappointing me.
BEAUTY INSIDE - NINE.I
A new token 4th gen group to add to my like list! Beauty Inside is another well done antidrop and has such pretty production. I can see this song aging very well and being very nostalgic for me in the future.
Heart Burn - Sunmi
This is quality FAWKING music! I never thought that we’d see Sunmi being in her Fleetwood Mac era, but here we are, and I couldn’t be happier. Also the visuals of this era were utterly GORGEOUS!
INVU - Taeyeon
Not everyone is intelligent enough to see the beauty in this song, but I am☝️ It’s just a very pretty and atmospheric song with beautiful vocals and production. What is there not to like?
Dilemma - APink
I genuinely don’t get why so many people hate the chorus because I love it, especially the horn! I think the horn is very pretty. This is mermaid music from beginning to end so I am disappointed that the music video didn’t have them as mermaids or something, but I’ve coped and moved on.
Don’t Stop - ATEEZ
This song was way too good to just be a random little single, especially considering the fact that it’s better than any of the other songs ATEEZ has released this year (other than Cyberpunk). It really exemplifies the strengths of ATEEZ’s music; the well utilized adlibs and vocal layering, production that has a lot going on without crossing into obnoxious territory, and an insanely catchy chorus.
O - VERIVERY
The guitar and melody and production overall of this song are just intoxicating. Also, I’m pissed no one told me that VERIVERY has some GOOD ass music. For years I just brushed them off as just another 4th gen boy group, but no, they have a very great catalogue that I highly recommended everyone check out. Especially their song From Now.
ParadoXXX Invasion - ENHYPEN
Ok so the rest of this list isn’t ordered, but these last two entries are in fact my top two favorite songs of the year. THIS IS WHAT REAL BOY GROUP MUSIC SOUNDS LIKE! I can’t get over how much I love this song from beginning to end. I even love the music video and choreography to death too. I haven’t been this excited about a group release since I don’t know when. Enhypen has very quickly become my second favorite 4th generation group after ATEEZ. They’re hitmakers, I tell you☝️
Brand New - Xiumin
Brand New is easily the most kpopiest kpop song we’ve gotten in a LONG LONG time. As an EXO-L, I suppose I am very biased, but I think even if I wasn’t one, I’d still think this was the best release. It’s pure effervescent fun! I listen to it on loop all of the time even though it’s been out for 3 months now. Xiumin really did what he had to do and I couldn’t be more grateful.
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Ongoing Mix
I’m watching the titanic anime collection. To keep it rotating and avoid going nuts, the rules I’m following are
The list of what I’m watching is a set. The list of all the anime is the collection.
When I finish a set I shuffle the set list and add a show from the collection to the end of the list.
When I finish one season of a show I shuffle it back into the collection from the set. Otherwise the set will get really long as all of the multi-season series come into it. This way it can’t get longer than 26 and will probably usually vary between 15 and 20.
Right now the shows I’m watching are:
Hayate the Combat Butler is slow-burn on the romance, fast with the comedy, and referential with its humor in a way that sadly dated it pretty quick. There are a lot of jokes that don’t land because I wasn’t living in Japan when it came out. Still pretty enjoyable, but if you don’t like romance tropes like “girl is at once a hopeless romantic and also violently jealous” and “boy is painfully oblivious about girl’s feelings” it’ll grate on you.
Full Metal Panic is one I’m consistently glad to have come to the front of the line. It’s very, very intentional with its timing and mood. The male lead is oblivious to social norms but it’s not a gag; They don’t just tell but show you how he got that way, and you also see that he’s learning and improving. I could sing this show’s praises for another few pages but there’s a lot more shows to cover.
Urara Meirochou is fun, but weirdly creepy? It reads like it was made for 10-13 year old girls and the 30-something-year-old dudes who take upskirt shots of them in the subway. I love the plotline and premise. The episode structure is too blocked-out for my taste, if that makes sense? Sailor Moon Season 1 mixed it up more with its pacing.
Karas is a 2-OAV “series” that is basically a movie. It is very, very directed. Loads of symbolism, careful shots, just generally a sense that the director really subscribes to the “every frame a painting” school of direction. The violence wavers between gratuitous and necessary-to-plot, but in part I think they were just proud/pleased that they were really starting to get a handle on the whole computer graphics/anime composite thing and were interested in showing off. Personally I find that less annoying than “I wanted to show you someone’s guts.”
Nyaruko: Crawling with Love! is heavy on extremely weird humor - some of it occult and some of it 4th-wall and some of it “other” - but recently there have been occasional glimpses of a genuine romantic interest as opposed to “I want you and I’m willing to do anything - including ignore your wishes - to get you” that is way too common in romance anime.
Cardcaptor Sakura is finally coming toward the end of season 1. The antagonist, if you can call her that, is being foreshadowed more and more and if I recall the series from seeing it way back she won’t even be the main trial of the season. Such an interesting series, for all the ways it was and wasn’t blazing trails for equality.
Earth Girl Arjuna is really interesting to watch because they’re willing to have a completely different pace - indeed, to tell a completely different kind of story - from episode to episode. This can make it a little off-putting but also keeps you from settling in and just letting it drift by you. Also I like how the main character almost immediately has superior firepower to her enemies but that doesn’t help because “her enemies” are in many cases surrounding a lot of collateral people and also she’s not always sure that defeating is better than comprehending.
Kanokon continues to be a disappointment; a story with a bunch of neat spirit characters getting up to mischief should have been a hit with me and then they have all these sexualized characters they say are in their teens but they draw like they’re eight. I’m going to finish watching it, but it’s more out of stubbornness than enjoyment. I’m not saying there’s nothing to like. There are indeed spirits getting up to mischief. But it’s less fun than it could be.
Modern Magic Made Simple has a neat premise and is willing to bounce around with its plots. I’m not sure whether telling a bunch of stuff in flashback form is a good or terrible idea when time travel is clearly also involved. I guess we’ll find out by the end of the season.
That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime (S2) is well out of the “trials in a new world” phase of its story and into the “eternal flexing on everyone” phase. The titular slime’s peers and rivals are much more powerful to try and keep up but the “villain” has to go in quotes because nobody likes him and he’s clearly less powerful than everyone else in the discussion. Sure he’s awful, but you’re not, like, concerned about him. He’s walking proof that evil without actually having more power than the heroes at some point in the story just isn’t enough.
Medaka Box Speaking of overpowered protagonists...This is kind of like a slower and more romantic Kill La Kill? There’s something about the way the characters are presented that’s very reminiscent. But the joke is Medaka being good at everything. The stylized presentation has kept that premise from getting old for two episodes so far. We’ll see whether it lasts to the end of the season.
Rewrite is firmly in the “what the hell is going on” genre of anime. It’s compounded a bit by awkward and not-quite-believable moments of people holding their tongue when they shouldn’t. But its worldbuilding is both convoluted and clearly well-considered, which is a tough mix to pull off. Also I don’t think it’s what they were going for but the end credit sequence accidentally delivers the message that for all their differences the 5 girls are interchangeable and I hate that messaging?
Clannad is very clearly from-dating-sim material, but it’s telling a lot of fun vignettes. I wonder whether you could play the equivalent of this show in one game or whether the show is all the different paths that in the game would be happening at the same time being split out over a longer timespan.
Gonna Be the Twin-Tail has this weird...self-rule-making that hits too close to home and feels gross? There’s a point where the main character berates himself for being as interested in a girl’s lips as in her hairdo. Where basically he’s so caught up in his identity as obsessed that he’s literally upset that he could find anything else interesting. Life Advice: Don’t let your identity calcify this way around any aspect of your Self. It will not make you happy or prosperous.
Re: Zero is presently on The Good Bit: Our Hero is getting to use his funky time powers to full effect and pull off impossible planning to outmaneuver truly horrifying foes. This show has a lot of problems but they’re not present in these segments.
Inukami is next up. Part of the point of using the entire Titanic Anime Library instead of just shows I’d heard of is...to watch shows I’ve never even heard of. I’ve hit some really fun stuff that way, like Inari Kon Kon. We’ll see whether Inukami is closer to that or Kanokon.
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Kara didn’t say anything to any other member of the superfriends, she smiled and hugged them back. With Lena? Kara reassured her that she was right where she belonged…
#supercorp#supercorp endgame#kara danvers#lena luthor#who needs therapy when you have supercorp#Kara is in love you can’t tell me otherwise#supercorp brainrot#kara x lena
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Supercorptober 2021 Day 12: Sunday
Fic link. Series link.
Lena’s fingers are tangled loose in Kara’s sleep shirt, playing with the soft material as they talk, the rest of the world quiet as the night stretches on. It’s getting late, and she knows they should sleep soon, but she doesn’t want to, she wants this day to last forever.
It’s been a good day, a great day even, one of the best. It’s not like they’ve really even done much, spending a lazy day in Kara’s apartment. Lena had cooked Kara breakfast in bed and then they’d spent the morning lounging around, Lena reading a book with Kara’s head pillowed in her lap, her girlfriend taking a nap in the sun.
The morning had quickly turned to afternoon and then evening where they’d cooked dinner together, Lena laughing as Kara had tried to sneak as much food as possible while they cooked.
And now it’s bedtime and Lena’s sad it’s over.
“Can we call in sick tomorrow?” Lena asks, knowing they can’t, knowing they have responsibilities but it’s a nice thought. She’s never felt like this before, never wanted to skip work before, but here she is, sad it’s a Sunday evening because it means tomorrow’s Monday and she has to go back to work.
Most of her life, she’s gone into work on the weekends because she’s had nothing to do, wanting to distract herself from the loneliness, but she’s not lonely anymore.
Kara frowns. “Are you feeling okay?”
Lena catches the hand that’s on the way to her forehead, presses a kiss to warm fingers. “I’m fine,” she smiles, to assuage Kara’s concern. “I’m just sad the weekend is over, I want to spend more time with you.” They’d both had to work yesterday, Lena at L-Corp and Kara had been called in for a Super emergency, which means today was the only real time they’d gotten to spend with each other all week.
“Wait, are you telling me, that workaholic Lena Luthor, wants to skip work to spend more time cuddled in bed with me?” Kara asks, a smug smile on her face.
Lena would be embarrassed but its true, there’s no point in denying it. “Maybe.”
Kara grins, bright and beautiful even in the dim light of Kara’s bedroom and Lena falls a little bit more in love. Kara’s fingers brush her forearm, skate up over her bicep, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “You are the CEO, you could take tomorrow off if you like.”
“I could, but it sort of defeats the purpose of having the day off to spend time with you, if you’re at work.”
“Do you think I could convince Snapper I’m sick?”
“I think you could convince Snapper,” Lena hums. “But it’s your sister that might be a problem.”
Kara laughs. “If I tell her I’m sick, she’d turn up with a swat team to make sure I’m okay.”
Lena sighs, presses her nose into Kara’s jaw as she shifts closer. “So, no day off tomorrow.” It’s not a question, just a sad realisation that this is almost over. It’s not that they don’t get to see each other during the week, but it’s always a lot busier so it feels like they have to steal moments away to see each other.
It definitely helps that her girlfriend has superspeed and can fly, she’s not sure how often she’d get to see her otherwise.
“We could take some time off?”
Lena laughs, her head falling back onto the pillow beside Kara. “I think if we don’t turn up to work tomorrow, a few people will come looking.”
“No, I don’t mean tomorrow. I mean, what if we take some actual time off, go somewhere, just the two of us?”
“You mean like a vacation?”
“Yes,” Kara laughs, brushing a loose strand of hair behind Lena’s ear. “A vacation, have you ever had one of those before?” she teases.
Lena rolls her eyes, earning another laugh from Kara.
“But seriously,” Kara continues. “Why don’t we do it? We could take a few days off, a week even, and go somewhere, just the two of us. No work, no distractions, we could just spend time together.”
“Kara,” Lena sighs, because that sounds so nice, but they can’t just leave the city. “We have too many responsibilities here, I have L-Corp, you have CatCo and Supergirl-“
“I think the city and your company can survive a few days without the two of us. J’onn can handle anything that happens and worst case I can fly back here, and I’m pretty sure Jess could run the company on her own by now, but we can ask Sam to come visit, look after things while we’re gone. So?” Kara asks, blue eyes clear with excitement on the pillow next to her. “What do you say? One week, just you and me, no distractions, no nothing, just the two of us? We both deserve a break.”
“Did you have a place in mind that you want to go?” Lena asks, even though she’s pretty sure the idea of a vacation has only just occurred to Kara so she doesn’t think she has any plans at all.
“I’m taking that as a yes, you know that, right?”
Lena smiles. “It’s a, ‘we can see what Alex and Sam say but I’d very much like to go on a vacation with you’.”
“Yes!” Kara grins, doing a stupid little dance in bed that has Lena laughing. “We can plan it together, it’ll be fun! I can even fly us there, wherever we go.”
“If we go anywhere that we have to fly,” Lena corrects. “We will be taking a plane, and that’s not up for negotiation.”
Kara pouts. “Don’t you trust me?”
Lena nudges Kara’s leg with her own as she shuffles closer. “Of course, I trust you, but there’s no way you’re flying me across water when I have a perfectly good plane we can take instead.”
“Fine,” Kara mumbles but Lena can tell she’s trying not to smile.
Lena shakes her head as she inches even closer, nosing back under Kara’s chin to press her face into her neck. “Vacation planning tomorrow, sleep now,” Lena says, wrapping an arm around Kara’s waist. She can feel herself growing tired, wrapped in Kara’s warmth.
“Sleep now,” Kara agrees, pressing a kiss to the top of Lena’s head. “We’re going to need our strength if we’re going to convince Alex, Snapper and Sam to let us go on vacation.”
Lena smiles, between the two of them, she thinks they can handle it.
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Twice, for good measure
It’s their thing, bringing each other food.
For Kara, it starts as an excuse to see Lena again, to visit her in her office, to meet up for lunch. Over time, it also becomes a way for her to gauge how Lena is doing — she doesn’t eat when she is stressed or sad. But it’s also just a nice way to spend time in each other’s orbits.
For Lena, it’s all about finding that special donut, the authentic noodle dish, the best pizza that will make Kara swoon.
And swoon she does. So much so that one evening, when Lena stops by Kara’s apartment with take-out containers from a new Italian restaurant that Kara has been itching to go to, Kara drops down on one knee.
“Lena! How did you do that? The wait times and line-ups there are insane. Will you please marry me!”
And Kara is a little too distracted by the smell of the tortellini dish, otherwise she might have noticed that Lena’s reply comes out with a lot more conviction than either of them expected.
“Yes, of course I will.”
It becomes sort of a running joke after that.
When Kara thanks Lena for saving her life, again. And again.
When Lena offers to deal with the mundane tasks of taking out the trash and cleaning Kara’s apartment when Kara is stuck in the sun beds for a few days after a particularly gruelling encounter with an alien.
When Lena remembers to pick up Kara’s favourite ice cream for movie night and Kara tells her she’s eternally grateful.
It’s always accompanied by a “well, we are engaged after all”, a line that Lena consistently delivers in that tone that’s both teasing and not.
And every time, Kara replies with something like “best fiance ever” and a wide grin on her face.
Alex chokes on her coffee the first time she hears it. She’s not yet in on the joke then and it takes Kara two hours to get her to calm down.
After that, their friends just kind of run with it. Nia sometimes rolls her eyes and mumbles that they really should get it over with, but mostly there are smiles and chuckles that seem genuine enough. And Alex’s grumpiness? That’s all an act, Kara decides. She’ll get over it.
It’s years later, after they’ve defeated Lex and Nyxly and moved from stolen glances across the room to a shared bedroom that Kara learns an important lesson. They are strolling through Lena’s favourite section of the botanical gardens and Kara stops them to pull a small box with a ring out of her coat pocket.
“Lena Luthor, will you marry me?”
Lena’s eyes never leave Kara’s, and there’s a look there that Kara can’t quite decipher. And maybe it’s because she is so nervous about Lena’s reaction that she can barely breathe, but when Lena frowns a little, Kara is sure her heart actually stops beating right then and there. She’s about to backtrack, to try and come up with something to say to salvage this when Lena reaches out her hand and touches the ring, lets her fingers glide along the edge of the box it is sitting in.
“You’re asking me again?” It comes out quietly, so quietly, and now it’s Kara’s turn to frown, but Lena continues. “I already gave you my answer years ago, and it hasn’t changed. It’s still a yes.”
And then it dawns on Kara. “You, back then, all this time, that was real?”
“I would never joke about how much I love you.”
Kara’s heart starts back up again, and it’s now beating so hard that it might break right through her ribcage. She surges forward and kisses Lena. She doesn’t know what to say but she hopes that maybe her lips and hands can convey that it was never really a joke for her either.
That evening, Lena manages to get a table at their favourite Italian restaurant, and Kara makes sure to order the tortellini. But this time, it’s Lena who is distracted; not by the food, but by the ring on her finger that she keeps glancing at when she thinks Kara isn’t watching.
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Kara getting caught staring at Lena too many times and Lena doesn't think much about it until it hits her in the face. Could you write about it 👀
“You’re doing it again,” Lena says, sighing after the seventh time she catches Kara, trying and failing to be subtle, gawking at her from where she’s seated on the opposite end of the couch. They’re supposed to be watching TV, but Kara is choosing to watch Lena laugh at the rom-com show playing instead.
“Doing what?” Kara asks, focus snapping back to the screen the second she’s called out.
“Just... staring, darling.”
Scoffing, Kara says, “I don’t do that.”
“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I won’t notice,” Lena admits, voice soft. It’s been happening for years, at least almost half as long as Lena has known Kara. She acts as if she’s oblivious most of the time, finding it easier than the moments when she’ll meet Kara’s eyes and Kara will flush pink and face away like she’s just looking around the room and their eye contact was entirely coincidence.
Kara is cute when she’s embarrassed. It’s delightful.
Lena’s never said anything before, but she does notice. And she wants to know why.
Adjusting her glasses, Kara’s tone is a heavy blend of disbelief and fear when she says, “Yeah? What way?”
It’s hard to name the exact look. It’s a quiet awe, a kind of fascination, like Kara can’t believe that Lena really exists or is actually there with her, and the corners of her lips are curved up in the softest grin and Lena, when she catches it, thinks that it’s the happiest Kara’s ever looked. Lena’s only seen the smile in those short moments when she faces Kara in the middle of her not-so-subtle staring and Kara takes a few seconds too long to react, Lena trying to memorize and categorize the expression that inevitably vanishes once Kara realizes she’s not as subtle as she thought.
There’s always something so tender about the way she looks at Lena, even if Lena isn’t supposed to know. It’s like the way her sister looks at her girlfriend. The way Clark looks at Lois.
The way Kara looks at Lena.
Lena expects a change of topic. She expects fumbling and jokes from Kara. She expects Kara to tell anyone who will listen for two days just how brilliant and sweet Lena can be. She expects, at the very least, unrelenting denial.
Instead, she’s greeted with silence while Kara suddenly finds her hands on her lap so interesting she can’t bear to look away.
It’s quiet quiet quiet, until:
“So, you noticed?” There’s something so self-deprecating about Kara’s confession that Lena can’t understand. She can’t think of a reason for Kara’s fleeting looks to be so bad.
“Why?” Lena asks simply.
Kara may have spent years sneaking glances but, now, she won’t even look at Lena.
“I’m in love with you,” Kara admits so quietly, so nervously, Lena almost doesn’t hear her over the commercial break, “and I don’t want to scare you away with my feelings.”
The world stills around them in silence, Kara’s words hanging in the air like a hand reaching out hesitantly.
Lena frowns. Scare her away?
Her mouth opens, then closes without any words coming out of it—she doesn’t know what to say, because no words seem to be able to do justice to what she’s feeling. She opens it again, aware she needs to react in some way.
It should’ve been more obvious, Lena thinks, but the hushed doubt in the back of her mind, telling her it’s impossible even as Kara herself says otherwise makes it hard for Lena to believe that Kara would ever love her back.
The silence continues, Kara fidgeting nervously as she waits for a reaction and Lena stiff while she processes the information.
Eventually, Lena moves her hand across the pillow that separates her from Kara, catching Kara’s wrist. She pulls it towards her softly, so it rests between them, Kara finally looking at her out of confusion.
Slipping her hand beneath Kara’s and turning her palm up so she can twine their fingers together, Lena promises, “You could never scare me away.”
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Baby Halloween | Suna, Osamu
Pairings: Suna X Reader (female), and Osamu X Reader (female)
Genre: domestic, spooky, fluffy halloween
Author’s Note: Osamu’s is canon (it’s not but you can’t tell me he WOULDN’T DO THIS). you can’t tell me otherwise. suna’s is also long ah ha ha
Baby Halloween | Konoha, Sakusa // Baby Halloween | Kenma and Kuroo // Baby Halloween | Kita, Tsukishima
Warnings! Haikyuu dads with kids, post time skip
Suna: gif from @rivaillerose 💛
Small hands tugged on his hand and arm dangling off the edge of the bed
He took a deep breath in and let out a longer breath as he stretched his body beneath the cover draped over his bare back
He laid on his stomach with one arm curled beneath the pillow half his face was smushed into, the other arm beginning to play with his little girl as she stood beside the tall bed of his
He twirled his fingers as she tried to catch them in her hands, her small voice letting out happy squeals as he played with her in her attempts to wake up her father
He purposefully ticked her, beneath her chin, played with her hair, gently nudged her around as she stumbled with her balance, trying to hold down her dad’s arm
“Hm, what’s up squirt?” Suna’s voice was raspy and muffled as half his face was still smushed into the pillow, part of him still asleep
“It’s halloween,” his little girl looked up to him with her bright yellow-grayish eyes and dark brown shoulder length hair, soft as anything he’s ever felt and it had always been this way when she was born
“Hm.. I see. Are you excited?” He pushed himself up as the blanket slid off his back, the sunlight shining through a crack in the curtains right onto him as he sat on the edge of bed, his bare feet meeting the fluffy carpet below
He pushed out a yawn, wiping away a stray tear that welled up in his eye as he scratched the back of his neck, stretching his torso
His little girl waddled and stood at his feet, reaching up to him
“upsy daisy,” he mumbled as he bent down, lifting her up to sit her on his hip as he stood, carrying her with him to the bathroom as he washed up and she sat on the sink counter beside him
he poked her plush cheeks, nuzzling them with the back of his index finger as she let out a big yawn, her little tongue sticking out as she did this and a little smile pulled on his lips
she was quiet just like him
while in the middle of brushing his teeth, he watched her do the same with her tooth brush, and even tied her hair into a simple pigtail on the top of her head
after washing up, he carried her out again, still in his pajamas which only consisted of black sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips as he walked into his little girl’s room, her small toddler bed unmade with half the little plush blanket hanging off the edge of the bed
“what do you wanna be this year?” he opened the wardrobe, sliding her clothes on the hanger to the side, pulling forward her costumes
“this one,” she quietly pointed, one arm hugging around her father’s neck, little fingers combed through the hair at the bottom of his neck as she pointed to the beige color little fox suit
“alright,” he hummed as he set her down on his bed, pulling the costume off the hanger, helping her get her feet through the fox onesie, zipping it up
she snuggled her face into the sweater paws of the costume as he pulled the hood up, little fox ears on top with a plush fox tail that dragged on the floor as she walked, following him back to his bedroom
she bounced around, hopping on her two feet, excitedly looking back to her tail
“are you a bunny now?” he smiled as he glanced down to her
“no,” she giggled up as she hugged his leg as the two of them stood in the master closet
“I guess I have to match with you,” he sighed as he pulled his old fox onesie, changing into it so now he was the papa fox and she was his baby fox
Osamu: gif from @rivaillerose 💛
“Y/N, are ya ready for the cutest costumes ever?” Osamu called from upstairs as you waited downstairs at the bottom in your own costume
Every year, well every year since your twins had been born, Osamu and you were to take turns dressing them up
Last year was their first halloween and you had the privilege to dress them and now this year, their second one was Osamu’s turn
“I’ve been ready for the last few minutes, ‘Samu, lemme see our babies,” you looked through your camera roll, looking back to last year’s photos that you took of their costumes which were a brown bear and panda bear while you and osamu were ice bears from the show “we bare bears”
A classic that you and Osamu loved to watch, even if it was pretty childish at times but still an amazing show for the two of you nonetheless
After all, having a marathon of that show ended up being one of your guys’s dates in college
And here the two of you were seven years later
Married, financially stable after a few rough two, almost three years since graduating from college but the hardships were over and it was smooth sailing for the two of you as Osamu’s success began to grow
He was all you needed and you were his - but then again, this all changed when you showed him the pregnancy test, and your little munchkins came
“Alright, eyes closed,” Osamu called as you went back to your camera app, preparing yourself to see them
But then again, nothing could ever truly prepare you for the two lives Osamu and you had brought into this world
“We’re comin’,” you couldn’t keep your heart from racing so fast, you had to cover your eyes from peeking on their own
You could hear their steps, well, Osamu’s as well as the giggles and baby sounds of your kids in his arms as he did the thing he always did while stepping down the steps whenever he held them
He always added a little extra bounce to make them laugh
“You two ready to show mommy our costumes?” He knelt beside them, his arms wrapped around their bodies, hands on their plump bellies
The two nodded as you squealed, squirming around the back of the arm of the couch you leaned on
“I’m most definitely winning this year, okay open your eyes in 3…2…1…”
“Oh my god!” You instantly collapsed to your knees, walking on them toward your twins as Osamu had dressed your daughter as a sushi roll and your son as a bottle of soy sauce
“Her little wasabi headband,” you squealed as Osamu wore his Onigiri Miya uniform, serving the two of them to you as himself
The two of them babbled as they raised their hands, spouting out incoherent sounds that you assumed were meant to be words
Osamu and you had been trying to get then to either say “mama” or “papa” first but alas, it was still too early
“So did I win?” He leaned down as he stuck his face in between theirs, pressing their cheeks to both sides of his own
And this did it
The three pairs of eyes of the ones you loved most in this world were just staring back at you all so cute in their outfits
“Yes, yes, you win, oh my god ‘Samu, my heart-“ you rest your hand on your chest as you overflowed your phone with pictures of the two of them, getting them to hold hands, to sit beside the pumpkins on the front step of the house
It was too perfect, you couldn’t have asked for a better husband or life at this point
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stranded in memory
It’s not clear how Lex has managed to pull it off, but he did; he got into Supergirl’s head, and he did it quite literally so as to achieve it quite figuratively, and now Kara Danvers might be lost forever.
It’s after the second attack—the second time Supergirl storms into the DEO to demand, where are you keeping them?—when they first notice the ugly scar at the base of her neck.
Red and angry, poorly healed despite living on Kryptonian skin.
No one manages to get close enough to examine it though, what with Supergirl tearing through metal walls and burning down entire facilities to conduct her frenzied search.
But whatever it is, the mechanism embedded in her skull has somehow made it so that Supergirl can look Alex Danvers right in the eye and strike her down with heat vision for masquerading as her sister.
The resulting burns forcibly put Alex on bed rest despite extensive, swear-riddled protest.
“It appears that Kara’s retained all her memories, but none of ties to reality that would allow her to recognize you,” Brainy concludes to the comfort of absolutely no one.
“Well, is she even Kara anymore then? Shouldn’t we approach this like we would any other threat?” asks one lone agent, subjecting himself to Alex’s absolute unmitigated fury in the process.
Lena keeps her distance at first. She’s seen the damage:
her penthouse somehow upended,
countless conference rooms and offices at L-Corp torn apart,
the entirety of National City scrambling for cover as Supergirl makes reckless use of all her superpowers.
And she knows that Supergirl must be looking for her too. Lex wouldn’t have done any of it, without the guarantee that Lena would end up coerced into direct involvement. It wouldn’t be worth it otherwise.
And so, she locks herself away in an underground, lead-lined panic room, built for such an occasion.
Because... well, if it’s true that Supergirl almost killed her own sister, how could Lena ever hope to survive the encounter? She wasn’t even on good terms with the Supergirl that would remember her in the first place.
But then, things grow darker and even more dire. No one’s died yet, by some unbelievable stroke of luck, but there have been many close calls. So many that the city has started losing faith in their own Girl of Steel.
And Supergirl has been winding down, slowly but surely, her physical condition unable to keep pace with her inner drive. It won’t be long before some branch of the government or another successfully shoots her down, but there’s only one that will never go for the kill shot.
So, Lena finally resurfaces and joins forces with what’s left of the DEO, and gets to work on a kryptonite-powered snare. It almost works.
Supergirl flies right into the trap, immediately twined by thick cords of sickly bright green wrapping around her body. She starts thrashing against her bonds, growling out warnings in a dead language whenever anyone tries to get close.
"Okay, this isn’t working, guys,” Dreamer says, after her third attempt and subsequent failure to grab hold of the wrists tied behind Supergirl’s back. “She’s still too strong.”
But at the sound of Dreamer’s voice, the red disappears from Supergirl’s eyes. She sits up, startled, and calls out, “Nia?”
They’re all overwhelmed with relief then—Supergirl, and maybe even Kara, included—because at last, Lex’s device seems to have worn off.
But when Supergirl turns around to greet Dreamer, finally face to smiling face, a darkness sweeps back over her features. “You,” she says, her tone strangled with bitterness. “Who the hell are you, and what did you do with Nia?”
Dreamer frowns, utterly baffled. “Kara, what are you talking about? It’s me... Nia.” But she takes a step too close, and Supergirl headbutts her into the ground.
A brawl ensues, and Supergirl manages to throw everyone off her and escape by way of ungainly, lumbering flight, still bundled in kryptonite laced restraints against all impossibility.
They find the mangled contraption some miles away in pieces.
Nia’s head is very bruised and somewhat concussed, but she thankfully emerges from the medical bay relatively unscathed.
Ultimately, Lena’s the one who figures it out, by repeatedly asking for the play-by-play of the failed capture and then reviewing the body cam footage for further research. There’s no way to know for sure, of course, but time is definitely running out, with Supergirl now facing an entire fleet of military aircraft armed with kryptonite. So, Lena takes her findings and rushes onto the scene.
Supergirl is making her last stand, forced into a final corner with her back against the wall, eyes still blazing with heat vision. Until she hears a familiar voice crackling in her ear, the DEO comms whirring back to life.
“Kara?” calls the voice, and Supergirl becomes a statue, breath stuttering, almost unwilling to believe her own ears. “Kara, can you hear me...?”
“Lena...” Supergirl says her name like a prayer, a slight tremor starting up in her legs and traveling all over. “You’re okay? Oh god, you’re okay...”
Everyone starts yelling then—Alex and Brainy and Nia, nameless stiff-lipped military men trying to secure a clear shot at the fallen hero—but Lena heeds none of it as she walks onto the battlefield. Supergirl whips her head around, regarding her approach with suspicion.
“It’s still me,” Lena says through the earpiece. “Right now, I’m just in the lexo-suit for my own safety.”
“I... I can’t see your face...”
“I know, Kara. I know.”
Lena, now firmly in the way of anyone who plans on taking aim at Supergirl, stops just a few short steps away from her. “Okay, I need you to trust me now, Kara.”
And Kara, the Girl of Steel now fallen to dust, starts to cry. “Something’s wrong, Lena,” she says. “Something is so terribly wrong with me, and I don’t know what to do...”
“I know, and it’s going to be okay,” Lena says, her own emotions sealed away behind purpose. “But right now, I just need you to trust me. Do you trust me, Kara?”
Kara nods right away, one hand roughly swiping at her eyes.
“Close your eyes.”
Kara draws back, shoulders stiffening, a bright red gathering in her gaze.
“Kara, it’s still me,” Lena tells her gently. “I can come to you, but you just need to close your eyes first.”
“Why?” Kara demands.
“Do you trust me?”
Kara’s eyes run all over the sleek design of the lexo-suit, swallowing hard when her x-ray vision can’t breach the surface. “It’s you?”
“It’s me, I promise.”
Kara shuts her eyes, disappearing the threat of heat vision along with the darkened blue of her sunken gaze. Warnings come flooding through Lena’s earpiece from well-meaning almost friends, but she gets out of the suit anyway. The tell-tale hydraulic hiss of the lexo-suit opening brings a low rumble to Kara’s chest, but her eyes still remain shut tight.
“All right, Kara. I’m right here, okay?” Lena says, and Kara struggles to keep her eyes closed at the sound of her voice, now unfettered by technology or static. “No, you’re okay, Kara. Everything’s going to be okay. I’m right here.”
Lena repeats the sentiment a few times as she approaches Kara in a careful stride. The closer she gets, the harder Kara breathes, teeth gritted and grinding in frustration.
“Hey, I’m here,” Lena says once within reach, and Kara’s hand shoots out, catching Lena around the wrist. It’s a painful grasp, but Lena grimaces her way through it. “It’s me. You can tell... right?”
“... Yes,” comes the trembling, grateful answer.
“Your mind’s playing tricks on you,” Lena explains to her, still soft, still gentle. “Lex did something to your brain, and... you’re just having some trouble trusting what you see right now. But we’re going to fix it, okay?”
“Okay.” Kara squeezes her eyes shut even harder, and finally lets her hand slip off Lena’s tender, bruised wrist.
As Lena starts unwinding the scarf from her neck, she lets her eyes roam all over Kara’s face; she’s never been quite this close before. It looks a little different at the moment, somewhat worse for the wear. Deep creases in her strong brow, lips worried and worn, ash and blood of innocent bystanders smudged across one cheek, and her eyes... fluttering, but firmly shut.
All it would take is one blink, Lena realizes. One look, and she could very well lose her life in Kara’s arms.
Kara’s breath hiccoughs when she feels soft cotton wrapping around her head, smelling of Lena’s sweat and perfume, and covering her eyes. And all at once, she’s surrounded by the people she loves.
Alex embracing her and tugging her to safety, whispering words of regret and forgiveness into her hair.
Brainy and Nia patting at her shoulders, squeezing her hands, as they offer all sorts of affirmations.
But Kara reaches out, blindly and yet somehow all too aware, and manages to snag the hem of Lena’s shirt. She gently, desperately tugs Lena closer. “You’ll stay with me?”
A warm hand carefully undoes Kara’s grip on the shirt, inviting it instead in a tangled grasp, both firm and comforting.
“Always,” Lena says.
(next part here)
#yes i've started appropriating plot points from CM for my own intents and purposes#haHA! AHAhaAHAH!!!!#my words.
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Sleepover
Supergirl, Kara Danvers x Reader, Alex Danvers
Word Count: 2865.
Notes: thanks @supercorpenthusiastic for another song prompt. I'm so happy with this one. This fic is based on the song Sleepover by Hayley Kiyoko
“So, which one do you like best?” Kara appears in your eyesight again, and you let out yet another sigh, holding back everything you actually would like to tell her.
“You know you look good in whatever.” You look back to your phone trying to ignore her. What are you doing here? Why does she even need you here for this?
“Oh, your date with William is tonight.” Alex comes back from the kitchen, beer in hand, handing you one that you gladly accept.
“Yes, cancel it for me?” Kara begs, both blouses still in hand. And you look at Alex, trying to refrain from rolling your eyes. It is good, though, that Alex is here and you feel less lonely in this fucked up situation Kara just put you in.
“No, I will not. And blue. Always go with the blue, you know that.” Alex says, sensing you do not want to judge Kara’s outfit anymore.
“I know, I know.” She looks at the blue blouse for a second. “Unless Y/N thinks otherwise.”
“Huh?” You raise your head at her, pretending you weren’t paying attention. “Well, I gave you my opinion before, you could wear a garbage bag and he would still have to worship the ground under you. So, you know, wear whatever.”
Alex throws herself on the couch next to you. “Yeah, what she said.”
“It’s been two and a half years since I went on a date-” Kara starts and you scoff, annoyed and exasperated.
You would disagree with that. You have taken her on several dates ever since. You guess she just forgot to count them.
“What if I forgot how to do it?” She asks, clearly in a crisis, and this time you can’t help but roll your eyes.
“You smile, and you laugh, and you reach for the check.” Alex explains like she is talking to a toddler, but you know this isn’t what Kara needs to hear right now.
“If it gets awkward, just call me, and I’ll come to the rescue.” You muse and she is so relieved with that option that she actually lets out a breath she was holding back with a satisfied smile.
Alex raises her eyebrow at you, shocked that you knew what her sister needed better than her. Soon she looks at her phone. “Oh, real emergency, I’ve gotta go. But you are in good hands.” She points at you on the couch. “Y/N here is the best in the biz.”
At helping her platonic lover to get ready for a date with someone else. That indeed you are. You give Kara two thumbs up awkwardly. Alex smiles at you, sensing your pain, then makes her way out.
“You know,” Kara turns to you when Alex leaves the apartment. “I could use your help with my hair. You’re so good at that, babe.”
“Sure.” You accept begrudgingly. Kara comes back with a hair brush and sits on the floor with her back turned at you.
You run your finger through her hair first, smelling her shampoo scent, delighted by her perfect smell. You breathe deep, displeased that she’s doing all of this for anyone else but you, but then- then you picture something else entirely.
You imagine your hands on her hair, pulling slowly, small happy sounds leaving her mouth, so full of wanting. All of that just for you. You imagine yourself on Kara’s lap, kissing her hot and heavy while her hands hold your waist, grounding you, keeping you as close as physically possible.
“Y/N.” She says your name breathy and passionate, making you weak on your knees. And you see love on her eyes, burning passion, electrifying and-
“Y/N.” Comes Kara's voice and you blink out of your imagination and into reality. “The brush.”
“Right.” You pick it up from her hand, brushing her hair as delicately as you possibly can. “Still nervous?” You try, not wanting to come back to your mind, knowing it’s very hard to when you have to return to reality.
“No. You’ll come to rescue me, right?” She throws her head back, laying on your lap and looking up to you, waiting for confirmation. You agree with your head. “And then we can come back here, and eat Chinese food, and watch the documentary about sharks that we’ve been meaning to.”
“You shouldn’t be planning for your date to go wrong.” You sigh.
Kara, the smartest and most amazing person you have ever met, can’t seem to understand that if she wants the date to be canceled, and if she’s planning to come back home with her friend, is because she doesn’t want this date to happen at all.
"What 's wrong?” Kara asks, noticing this is probably the hundredth time you’ve sigh in the past half an hour. She turns around, getting on her knees in front of you, one hand on each of your legs.
“I don’t wanna talk about it.” You don’t want to think about it, it’s more accurate. And her position, shit, leaves margin to imagination.
Kara’s hand makes way to your face, as she cups your chin gently. “Babe, you’re my best friend, I want to know everything that’s going on with you.” She pleads, other hand going up your tights, and your knees buckle. “Please?”
“I’m just feeling low. It’s-it’s nothing.” You shrug, looking away from her inquisitive eyes. Kara holds your hand, squeezing it gently.
“Why?” She begs the answer out of you, wanting to make you feel better. But she’ll never understand.
“Just feeling alone. It’s not a big deal, Kara, really.” But she squeezes your hand once more, giving you an assuring smile.
“I’m with you. You’ll always have me. Best friends forever, right?” You breathe in her words, as painful as they are. She wants to be friends forever, well, you can think of something better.
“Right.” You agree with a closed-lips smile, as fake as any of this feels. “Now turn, this braid won’t do itself.”
She is reluctant, staring at your eyes looking for clues of how you truly feel. Can she see the scenarios you’re playing in your mind where she shows you how much you’re not alone by kissing your lips?
“Alright, well, I’m going on this date.” She turns around, sitting back down in front of you, and you make quick work of your hands to distract yourself. “But I’m coming back home to you.”
Just what you wanted. Not.
“No, no. Don’t worry about me, really.” You quickly finish her braid, tying her hair and patting her shoulder to indicate you’re done. “Just enjoy your date and make the most of it.”
“But-” Kara pouts, says nothing else.
“I’ve been meaning to do my laundry anyway.”
“On a Friday night?” She asks, in shock.
“My clothes don’t know what day of the week it is, Kara.” Your answer makes her chuckle, and she looks at you fondly.
“You know that you just need to say the word and I’ll cancel the whole thing to stay here with you, right?” You raise your eyebrow, wondering if she thinks this is normal behavior for ‘best friends’ to have. You agree with a smile.
“Stop using me as an excuse.” She opens her mouth to protest, but you don’t let her. “If you don’t want to go, just tell William. But if all of this is just because you’re scared of not knowing how to act, just pretend he is just a friend and you’ll be fine.”
She sighs. “You make it look so easy.”
“That’s because it’s supposed to be easy, Kara.” You admit, throwing your head back on the cushions, looking at the ceiling, not wanting to meet her eyes while you confess. “It’s supposed to feel like you’re about to meet your favorite person. You’re supposed to be feeling like you’re going to burst into flames just with the prospect of seeing the person you love. You’re supposed to be ecstatic, excited, relentless just by thinking of her-him,” you clear your throat, holding back the tears. “You should smile just by hearing the person’s name. And if-if William does nothing of the sorts for you, then yeah, I guess it’s hard.”
“Oh. That’s suddenly a lot of pressure for this first date.” It’s all Kara can say after your long and intense monologue. And you can only stare at the ceiling, scared to blink and crying the tears that are pooling your eyes. She says nothing for a while, and makes her way inside the bathroom to change. You breathe out, aggressively cleaning your eyes so you don’t cry, and make your way to the door.
“Have fun tonight.” You yell from the door, collecting your things from her apartment. Kara thanks you from inside the bathroom, and you yell a goodbye before going home.
Doing laundry was a flimsy excuse, but as you stare at the pile of dirty clothes on one side of your bedroom, you actually think it’s a good idea. You find one of Kara’s hoodies on the pile. Then the baggy t-shirt she usually wears when she stays over, and you’re almost sure you also found one of her underwear.
You bring the t-shirt to your face, breathing her in. It’s inevitable the way your mind works to just picture Kara in front of you. She is there, on a date with a boy, but at least you got her in your head, right?
At least in your head, she is right here. Kneeled in front of you, just like she did in her apartment. Her hand is going up your tights, while the other holds your chin just like she did a few hours ago. But then, she is turning your head to give her free access to your neck and you feel her warm lips on the hollow of your throat, sending spikes of excitement all over your body.
You swallow deep, picturing Kara showering your neck with kisses, nose brushing on your skin, her breath hot and uneven, warming the entire place. Her hands go up, up, up your tights.
And it feels so real, too real for your own sake. So tangible that when she places a kiss under your ear, you let out a moan from your mouth.
“Hey, the door was unlocked.” You hear and your eyes snap open so fast, while you throw Kara’s T-shirt as far away from you as possible. She walks in your bedroom, looking at the clothes at your feet. “I let myself in.”
“Yeah, I-I can see that.” You feel like you just caught doing something terribly wrong and filthy. But Kara doesn’t know, because it was all in your head. Right? Right. You swallow the lump on your throat, trying to breathe again. “How-how did the date go?”
“Well, I mean,” she sits next to you letting out a heavy breath. “I laughed, reached for the check, and I guess I had fun. He’s a good guy.”
You get up from your place next to her, picking up your laundry and throwing it in the basket, feeling too enraged by her words to feel comfortable next to her. “Mhm, yeah. The best.”
“But there was no excitement, no relentless feeling with the prospect of seeing him. No smile when I heard his name, and definitely no bursting into flames.” She sighs, throwing herself on your bed.
“I guess that’s your own fault,” You start and she snaps her head up to look at you. “for wearing the purple blouse instead of the blue one.”
She narrows her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. “Thought you said I would look great even if I wore a garbage bag.”
“Yeah, that’s on me. I mean, I have seen you in worse condition and still thought you looked fine.” You joke and she shows you her tongue, playfully.
“Chinese, sharks, and a sleepover?” It’s barely a suggestion or a request. She is just making sure, because who are you to deny her of anything? You could never.
“And laundry.” You point at the basket on your hands, using it to keep a safe distance from her.
“Oh.” Kara stands up, picking the basket from your hand, making her way to her discarded t-shirt on the other end of the room. “If dirty laundry is what’s keeping you away from me, allow me.”
She speeds out of your apartment, and not a minute later she makes her way back. “Doing laundry is fun.” Kara jokes, picking up her phone and ordering an absurd amount of food. She throws herself on your couch, feet up the coffee table, and as soon as she finds the remote, she turns the TV on. You stay still, uneased, scared of coming closer when your mind has been recently picturing things you should not think about your best friend.
“Are you going to stand there like a scarecrow or are you going to cuddle me on the couch like a normal human-being?” If cuddling Kara on your couch is normal human behavior, you wonder what’s abnormal from her perspective.
“Right.” You go sit on the couch, as far as you can possibly be, but Kara pulls you in a hug. She kisses your temple, hot and almost too sinful.
“As long as we have each other, we are never alone, baby.”
“Ye-yeah.” You agree, closing your eyes, imagining, dreaming, picturing. You can’t escape your own mind.
It’s chinese food, and a documentary about sharks, and cuddles on the couch, with hands holding body parts that best friends shouldn’t have access to. It’s getting ready for bed, side by side in the bathroom, toothbrushes standing tall next to each other on the cup, as if they belong together. It’s Kara having a favorite side on your bed -the one close to the window, in case of emergencies- and you respecting that because that’s her side even when she’s not here.
It’s laying down in a spooning position with less clothing than most friends would stand to not wear around each other, and sharing one single blanket.
But your mind, your mind is here but also not. You’re also creating, conjuring things that are not happening. You dream of kisses with toothpaste still on. And wandering hands. You fantasize of whispered ‘I love you’s’, and moans, and breathy names.
Kara holds your hand under the blanket. “What’s on your mind?” She whispers so softly, if the world wasn’t so quiet right now, you would have missed it.
You breathe out, knowing exactly what’s on your mind. She is sleeping right next to you, but she will never mess with you. And that breaks your heart every single time. “We forgot to take the clothes out of the washing machine.” You fake. “They’ll charge me extra for it.”
“Hm.” She turns around to look at you, so close you’re almost sharing the same pillow. “I could’ve sworn you were thinking of something else.”
“Like what?”
“Well,” Kara licks her lips, blue eyes dark by something else besides the lack of light. “the same thing I was, maybe.” Her hand goes up your arm, stroking it lightly and tender.
“And what’s that?”
Her hand travels up, up, from your arms, to your shoulder, to your neck. There’s no way she thinks this is normal ‘best friends’ behavior. If she does, then you think you need to evaluate all of her friendships.
But Kara breathes you in, swallows you whole with just one look. She opens her mouth to answer, and you only realize how extremely close she is when, by doing so, her lips brush on yours lightly. It’s not a kiss, but your heart beats enthusiastically, filled with anticipation and sheer desire.
“That at least I got you in my head.” She confesses, breath hot on your own agaped mouth. And you two are sharing more than just a breath. You’re sharing this moment, this eternity, this infinitude of moments.
“Kara.” You whine her name as if you’re begging, craving, aching for more.
“Y/N.” She breathes excited. Then her mouth is crashing into yours and your head is spinning.
You’re not in your head. This is happening, it’s real, it’s definitely palpable. Because your hands are everywhere, and her hands are everywhere. But your mouths and tongues are in the same place, and wow. Wow.
“Y/N. Y/N.” She smiles your name out of her lips and holy shit. Is this what you’ve been missing all along? Your mind is powerful, but it’s nothing compared to the reality of what’s happening. “You’re my favorite person.”
“Kara, God, I’m so in love with you. I can’t be stuck inside my head anymore.”
“Then be here, my love. Because I’m here, and I’m in love with you.”
Your mind is powerful and it keeps conjuring up scenarios where you and Kara are together. But the good thing about it now, is that you can just make it happen when you’re with her. And you shouldn’t forget real life is so much better than fantasy. Also, you should stop forgetting your laundry on the washing machine so often.
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Harrison Wells (Eobard Thawne) x Reader Ballistic Confrontations (1/3)
**A/N: The picture/edit/gif belongs to me!
Yes, I’m alive.
*TW: mentions of suicide, drowning, and cutting. Along with Eobard being a dramatic bitch*
Word Count: 3184
Part 2 Part 3
Felicity deadpanned with Harry beside her on one of the Cortex monitors. She had glanced to all her friends. “The bottom line is that we have to catch these parallel-earth goose-steppers.” Everyone was well aware of her dislike towards Nazi’s. The things they had done on this earth to her ancestors and to people like her. Utterly Disgusting.
“This might help,” Barry stepped in, holding up a blood-stained arrow.
“Is that a kryptonite arrow?” Kara’s sister, Alex, unfurled her arms as she gently took the lethal arrow away from him.
“Yup,” Barry responded with a sigh, hands at his hips while the others rounded together. He felt exhausted from chasing around Eobard while Kara and Oliver dealt with their doppelgangers. Years later and he still wasn’t fast enough to stop the yellow speedster.
“I know I shouldn't have to ask this question, but I have to ask this question.” Felicity interjected with quick words; worry seeded in her chest. “Oliver didn't shoot Kara, did he?”
“Sort of,” Barry replied, further clarifying with a face. The days just keep getting worse and worse with these parallel-dimension-hoppers. “The other Archer and flying woman are Oliver and Kara of Earth-X.”
“When you said that Earth-X was horrible,” Caitlin glanced back at Harry, who had raised a hand in mock defeat, “you might have undersold it.”
“Wait a minute. How- how could there be another Kara?” Alex was thoroughly confused; she was still new to the concept of parallel earths doppelgangers.
“Well, there are 53 Karas, just like there's 53 Kryptons and 53 Earths.” Harry explained simply.
“And the Thawne from our earth is working with them.” Barry gave a look, clearly annoyed at the fact that Thawne was back. Again. Thawne coming back due to time travel and the Speedforce were already giving him a headache just thinking about it all over again.
Caitlin just gave Barry an incredulous look. “He's an idiot.” Harry plainly stated.
Felicity already was thinking up of ways to track them down. “Ok, if that arrow has not-so-Supergirl's blood on it, we c—"
“We could track it using quantum analysis.” Harry cut her off, but she just nodded at his words.
“We could.”
***___***
“Harry, Cait, Iris,” Barry unfurled his arms and gestured to them with his head for a sidebar. The others were busy with Alex in isolating the city for Kara-X’s radioactive blood signatures. Felicity’s specialty. After all, she was able to track a deranged killer with just his face cream. “Whatever happens, (Y/N) can’t know Thawne’s here.” Both scientists gave odd looks to each other at the speedster’s words.
“Barry she’s going to find out one way or another, she’s part of this team too,” Iris voiced, side-glancing the door as if you’d step in at any moment.
“If he’s working with them, she has the right to know.” Caitlin added. “She should know what to expect.”
“Allen, unless you decide to lock her up in the pipeline until this is all over, she’ll find out.” Harry said. “You can’t possibly hide this from her forever.” The genius scientist hinted at the fact that when Barry had run back in time last year, Thawne had been the one to ‘fix’ things when really, he had altered the timeline. A timeline created to suits him and his plans. Even going as far to tell Barry that this was how the timeline was supposed to be before Thawne had caused the alteration when he had time-traveled back to kill Nora and escalated into what is now Team Flash. Three different timelines had been created, but this one, according to Thawne, is how the original one should have been. Just with a few… absences… Like Eddie and Ronnie. Barry had never mentioned any of this to you or the fact that Thawne had ended up escaping him that night. The scarlet speedster did not want you looking for the man in the yellow suit. But it seems that fate’s not on Barry’s side this time.
“Harry, I can’t have her chasing after him. Not with all this going on,” Barry protested. “One maniacal problem at a time.”
“Whether she does or doesn’t is up to her, Allen. You’re not a god.” Harry pursed his lips before heading to the side lab.
Barry ran his tongue over his lips tightly, frowning deeply at the echoed words. He didn’t need this right now. Those words stung the speedster, mainly with the aftermath of his time remnant – Savitar - claiming god-hood, wanting to alter everything and anything in his way to stay alive. Even to kill the love of his life. Jay Garrick told him that when he ran back to this timeline a year ago. ‘We’re not gods, Barry.’
How did Wells know about that? Maybe he didn’t. But it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that time-traveling powers shouldn’t be abused like that. Yet… Thawne always gets away with it. He gets away with barely a scratch. I can be one step ahead, but he’ll be 15 steps further.
Caitlin gave her friend a sympathetic look, exchanging one with Iris. Alex and Felicity were still present in the room, but too preocuppied with their blood sample. Barry’s intentions made sense, but it was your decision whether to chase after Thawne or not. It’s your choice on whether you’d even side with him for this battle.
***___***
You had stood right outside the Cortex in the corridor, your feet stopped when you heard Barry announce that “Thawne is working with them”. Your heart got caught in your chest. Eobard was here. He was back. But why in the hell would he ever work with Nazis? Nazis? Seriously Eo??? What the absolute fuck? You knew Eobard never had a tolerance for people like that. People like Eiling or Stagg, who would “poke fun” at those with disabilities, even if he had feigned his inability to walk in the end. People who would intentionally use their status to torture others. It just goes to show how people with that kind of caliber would think. So why this sudden change? Not ‘why now’. No, why at all?? How could he have stooped so low? That idiot. Unacceptable.
But what ached the most was Barry’s words. He doesn’t trust me… Even after all these years. Your heart shook and eyes narrowed as your eyes peered at the light being cast from the Cortex. You took in a breath. Taking a quiet step back, your feet carried you to one of the higher levels of STAR Labs- one of the tower levels. Your quiet place of refuge when this had gotten too much, whether it was because the shadows kept you safe from judgment or not, you didn’t know. If he wants to act like that, then two can play this game, Bartholomew Henry Allen. You looked out onto the city, subconscious scanning every light – every street. Lights winked in and out, the night progressing as the city remained unaware of the new monsters it currently hid. But what am I going to do?
***___***
Iris rubbed her eyes before taking a step closer to her almost-husband. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
“I can’t have (Y/N) fighting with us. Not now. Not in this battle.” Not when he’s lurking around.
“Why?”
“You know why? Thawne’s out there. Running, scheming.”
“So, you don’t trust her.” It was more of a statement rather than a question.
“Iris, she knew what he did to my mom. Lied to us about it for months back then and still chose Thawne when we locked him up. What makes this time different?”
“Barry, while all those sound like good points, first and foremost she’s our friend.” The speedster just shook his head, Iris huffed, “Look, it’s been -what?- 3? 4 years? Since she’d last been with him? Things have changed. You think after everything we’ve been through; she’ll throw that all away?”
“Yes! Old feelings come back; they always do and she’s going to get her revenge.”
“How do you know that? How do you know that she wants revenge?”
“Thawne will coax it out of her. He’s good at manipulating a person’s feelings.”
“And what would she get in the end?”
Barry didn’t answer her, instead he wrung his hands together.
“Barr, if she had wanted revenge, she would have done so already after the incident. But she didn’t. (Y/N) was depressed after Thawne was erased. Vulnerable. The love of her life was gone, just like that. Don’t you remember? How she wanted to end it all, but we stopped her.” Barry’s eyes flickered to the ground, remember the sight he had seen. Drowning. You were purposefully drowning yourself in your tub. The way your looked back at him- lifeless- when he had gotten you back to your senses. The blood the dripped, your cold skin. The monitor beeping every so often in the Cortex. Iris’ own mind shifted to when she had seen the scars littered on your arms when Caitlin had fully examined you. Your dull hair and gaunt face, nothing like the brilliant fire that rang through you months prior to Eobard’s erasure. “We helped her work through it when we found out. Caitlin and I looked after (Y/N) every second of the day until she was ready to get back on her two feet. And then Zoom happened and he was breaking you. Breaking your bones and your spirit- when you broke your back, she was all-hands-on-deck to step in and help in your place while still dealing with her own issues.”
“I know, it’s just- something just tells me otherwise with Thawne here.”
“Barry-”
“-She’s going to choose him, Iris. Nothing will change that. To her, everything we’ve been through until this point won’t mean anything. Not when Thawne’s at the end of the tunnel waiting for her. She’s going to choose him and help him.”
“But what if she doesn’t? What then, Barr?”
Barry just shrugged. “I-I don’t know, but I can’t take any chances. Not this time.” I can’t hesitate with Thawne here. One misstep and that’ll be all he needs to make his move.
Iris reached out to her fiancé, gently caressing his cheek. She knew that he won’t change his mind, no matter the reasons she could come up with. Barry thought in absolutes when it comes to Thawne. And your past emotional ties with the evil speedster only further drove his current mistrust. “Come on, we have to help the others.”
***___***
You threw the ball against the concrete wall opposite to you, all your strength forced into it. The stress ball ricocheted back to where you sat. You caught it with ease, giving it a firm squeeze as your eyes shut.
“How could you betray us? We were your friends, your family!-”
“You are-”
“We stood by you!”
“I just-”
“-Just what!? He took everything from me!”
You cringed at the voice from years past. Breathe in, breathe out.
“You’re just as guilty as him. No wonder, like calls to like.”
“I-”
“I don’t want your excuses.”
Breathe in, breathe out.
“I hope you rot with him.”
Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Swallowing harshly, you did your breathing exercises to push Barry’s cold voice away. You had stolen the malleable ball from Harry- or rather, he had allowed you to take it from him. It was an unused gift from the others for Harry to deal with his anger issues. Instead of throwing beakers and graduated cylinders off desks, the Earth-2 scientist can simply channel his anger into this stress ball… Which had been a hard pass for him. Rather he preferred his method of anger outbursts, even if he did end up hurting himself in the process. So you put it to use instead; a tool for simple meditation, as well as the redirecting your certain senses. It’s made of rubber polymer so your electrokinesis didn’t harm your new toy in any way.
Your eyes lingered back onto the city, your arm hanging over your bent leg while your other remained outstretched. No good in hiding up here forever, it’ll make things more suspicious. Not like Barry isn’t suspecting anything anyway. But you had needed time to think, to collect your thoughts and assess what actions you would take. You touched the necklace Eobard had made for you in rich gold- a Columba. It’s a constellation signifying the dove in astrology as he always called you his little birdy. But also, because gave him a sense of peace which the dove has generally symbolized fore. A finger ran over the one of the six diamonds that twinkled for the constellation, connected to each by a trail of gold. Eobard. Licking your lips, you got up, you pocketed your ball and brushed any dust particle from your leggings.
Upon entering the Cortex, a group of heroes left: Oliver, Kara, Barry, Sara, and so on. Barry had shoved past you, your eyes meeting briefly as you raised an eyebrow. His expression was guarded, but you said nothing.
“I’m guessing they’re going on a little midnight excursion?” You turned to Felicity and Iris with a thumb pointing in their direction. Mick was nowhere to be found so you can assume he’s already raided the lounge fridge. Caitlin had already prepped the med bay for incoming injuries, which isn’t an uncommon expectation, but wasn’t in the Cortex.
“Ding ding ding, you’re correct,” Felicity piped up, typing away at her computer screen. She was already hacking into cameras around the warehouse as the inside had ones out of commission. “The remaining Legends are to be on standby, should something happen during the warehouse fight. Per Sara’s orders.” At least Felicity isn’t treating you any differently, especially with how close she is to Barry. He probably told her to.
“And we’re going to be…?” You raised an eyebrow, a bit offended no one decided to volunteer you for the fight. You wanted to kick some Nazi ass too. Fry those fuckers. Guess Barry told them all to not trust me. Great, thanks Barr. Bitterness welled up inside but didn’t show it. Felicity and Iris aren’t the ones to be at odds with. Maybe it’s a good thing if Eo’s there. Barry would have his eyes all over your interaction with him.
“Just doing some monitoring and staying on comms. The usual Overwatch stuff,” Felicity smiled up at you then quickly turned to her tech. You could tell that her mind was wondering. About what? You had no clue and decided it’d be best to not involve yourself should things go sour if you did and Barry would find a reason to blame you.
No, this reunion needed to be on the downlow. One away from prying eyes. Your eyes drifted to Iris’ back in a subtle manner before pulling out your phone to check the time.
“Where’s Harry?” You asked, if anything he was one of the people who hadn’t seen you for just your past. Didn’t care for it as Zoom terror and Jesse’s rescue were more pressing matters. And you had seen him for more than a doppelganger to Eobard, even if their tendencies and bristliness seemed similar. Harry was Harry and Eobard was Eobard. Both were their own men, it wasn’t that hard to see and understand. He had done his own share of horrors and dark deeds for Jesse that Harry was dealing with his own darkness, while your demons haunted you. In an odd way, you both understood one another. Begrudgingly at first, though. Plus, you needed to return the stress ball back to him, thinking he’d need it now with Thawne around. If anything, you found it funny how Harry got mad when people would call Thawne a Wells. The Wells doppelganger would spectacularly blow up, which was always a site to see. Though you were hoping the two would never meet. You chewed on the inside of your cheek on how that interaction could possibly go. Would you-
“He’s probably back in his lab,” Iris spoke up from the other side of the Cortex, padding up to you. You nodded at her, mind drifting once more as you strolling to the Cortex exit. Harry could hold his own, but up against Eo, with all his speed… You’d choose-
“Hey,” Iris stopped you, snapping you out of your thoughts and placing a hand on your arm. You blinked. A small smile was woven on her face, one of those comforting smiles that said that you can come to her for anything… But could you?
“Hey,” you returned it, feigning any indication that you had overheard what Barry had said earlier. Schooling your features, you calmed your nerves. I’ve done this before. Pretended not to know. I can do it again. I can’t trust no one, and it seems like no one can trust me. I’ll be the actress again in this drama, spun by Barry this time.
“Can I talk to you for a moment?”
“Sure”
Iris was perceptive, she didn’t miss the slight strain in your voice. The guarded look that the young journalist had become accustomed to receiving when approaching you. There were times where she’d realize you were walking on eggshells with her. Because of Barry. Because of the serrated words he had thrown at you like knives all those times ago. But there were times where all was well with the world, the past forgotten and the strength of your friendship with the team more prominent than ever. Then again, having Nazi’s return and who are hell bent on ruling this Earth by eradicating its heroes then move on to the next Earth in the multiverse does tend to throw tension into the air. Iris bit her lip. Especially if she doesn’t know about Thawne.
“(Y/N), look there’s… there’s something I need to tell you.”
“Sure, what’s up?”
“…”
“Iris, is something wrong? Are you ok?”
She noted sincerity on your face. “Thawne’s here.”
You pursed your lips, internally confused. “Iris-”
“And he’s fighting with the Earth-Xers.”
“I… what?!” Your rage was not false. Sure you knew about it earlier, but now it was necessary to unleash it. It’d make your surprise all the more legit.
“I needed you to know,” Iris swallowed.
“How?”
“When Barry, Oliver, and Kara intercepted their heist.”
“…” It was your turn to be silent. You knew, but you had to play a little longer until you could leave.
“I trust you, ok?”
“But” You knew there was a ‘but’. There always is one. Iris blinked, opening her mouth a few times then looking away before meeting your gaze once more.
“But I need to know you’re with us on this.”
Your eyes never left hers, your hand was held in both of hers. Before you could even respond an alarm had gone off. Both your necks snapped to Felicity, who snapped up from her sitting position.
“That was the corridor alarm.” Fear crippled its way in the air. “This is a setup.”
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Congratulations! I stumbled upon your blog a few weeks ago and loved everything I read! I was wondering if for your 1,000 follower celebration you could write something fluffy along the lines of supercorp/reader? Congratulations again!🎈🎉🎈🎉
A/n: So I had to start from scratch because I'm exhausted and forgot this was an x reader so just wrote supercorp (which I'm also posting bc I did not spend nearly half an hour on that for nothing). Anyways I hope you enjoy!
Once again you wake up to an empty bed and you sigh. It's becoming more and more common. You can't blame your girlfriends, they both have extremely important jobs after all, but sometimes you feel second place in their life. Even thinking about that makes you feel guilty though because otherwise they are perfect, so you make your way out of bed and down to the kitchen reluctantly. Just because you aren't a superhero or run a huge company doesn't mean you don't also have work to do.
On your way down the smell of blueberry pancakes confuses you and when you get there you see Lena and Kara covered in batter with a stack of pancakes that look utterly delicious, the heat still rising from them.
"What are you doing here?" you ask, happy but confused.
"Making you pancakes, duh." Kara answers with a smile.
"Not that I don't love this," you say, "but what about work?"
"J'onn agreed to take care of things for me today so I'll only be called in if there are world threatening level emergencies." she explains. "And Lena is technically my boss so she gave both of us the day off."
You must still look confused because Lena starts talking. "We met a year ago today remember?"
You remember but you didn't think they would, much less they would do something about it and you tell them that. They actually look a bit offended that you assumed it wasn't a big deal and they wouldn't celebrate it.
"Of course we remember!" Kara exclaims. "Best day of our lives, tied with the day we met each other!"
You smile. Sometimes you feel insecure that you started dating them a few months after they started dating each other but they do a great job of reassuring you that they care about you an equal amount and wouldn't change your relationship for the world. (In fact it was a huge scandal when the story of your relationship broke and Lena's only comment was telling a particularly mean reporter from the daily planet to fuck off, a comment which damaged L-corp stocks for weeks)
"We thought we'd let you choose whatever you want to do today." Lena says. You think about it for a moment, inwardly laughing at the difference between Lena's clean eating and Kara stuffing her face.
"What if all I want is to cuddle in bed all day?" you ask. If your girlfriends both had the day off you want to take advantage of that and be as close to them as possible for as long as possible.
"Well then that can be arranged!" Kara says cheerfully with a hint of mischievousness. You and Lena have only a split second to look at each other in horror and attempt to run away before Kara catches you, one under each arm like she's holding a football and uses superspeed to get upstairs fast.
It's impossible to be mad at her when she looks so cute and you can tell Lena gives up the second Kara falls into bed and cuddles you both close. It's a tangle of limbs and you aren't even sure which ones are yours, all you're sure of is that your girlfriends are the best.
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I'm in a ranting mood now so I'm gonna give my 2 cents on Supercorp.
Season 2:
In season 2 Kara and Lena were actually written pretty well. They were friends, they hugged, snuggled on the couch had food together, went to gala's together, defended the other behind their back and that kind of thing. And of course all the times Supergirl saved Lena. We'd be here forever if I mentioned everything lol. There was definitely some flirting happening. They were written as friends but there was absolutely something there the writers could have explored.
Season 3:
A little odd in terms of Kara and Lena. It's like the CW said 'I see you Supercorp shippers and I raise you a season of them barely interacting alone.' They fought and made up again at work, Kara tried to convince drunk Lena that she's good, they were sweet at the Christmas party with everyone, just all of 3x12, and then there was the hugs in 3x18 and 3x21. We had some Supergirl saves but Lena's relationship with Supergirl ended up on the rocks. They were written very much 'no homo' this season compared to season 2. There wasn't really any super obvious flirting, there were romantic parallels with the risking of identity though. Overall we didn't really get to see much of them existing together. Plus Lena started dating James. Alex and Lena got some really good development though so that's a plus.
Season 4:
They definitely interacted much more than in season 3. They were happy to see each other at the beginning, 4x02 was a goldmine of hugging, Lena protecting Kara, Kara protecting Lena, the works. Lena made the power rangers suit while she was still mad at Supergirl, she broke up with James, she was worried about Kara at the hospital, they had an argument in 4x19 and made up (after Kara longingly stared at a picture of Lena on her phone), Lena cried on Kara as Kara waxed poetic about how wonderful Lena is, just the entirety of 4x20. Plus Lena and Supergirl's relationship was mended. Season 4b had a lot of romantic undertones imo. The classic red/blue colour scheme, Kara staring at the picture, the sheer concern they both had for each other, how hurt Lena was that she hadn't seen Kara for a while after not seeing her for weeks on end just the season before, and where do I start with 4x20!? The looks they gave each other on the plane, how worried Lena was for Kara when the plane was crashing, all the physical contact, Kara's tape recorder stopped Lena from being stabbed, the concern and hugging again at the end, how defensive Lena got over wanting to apologize and the almost reveal. They obviously love each other, platonic or otherwise. Kara gives much more platonic love vibes at this point. Although the raw panic and concern and "Thank god you're okay"s from Lena this episode made me think that she loves Kara a little more than platonically. I'd always shipped Supercorp for fun but 4x20 made me wonder if they were really going to go down that road. This is me > 🤡 Because then we had the reveal.
Season *gags* Season 5
You watched it, we've all seen it. I'm terribly sorry to bring it up again. Season 5 I understood why people called them queerbait. Up until then I'd been like "yes to us these two are super gay but this can all (mostly) pass as platonic, I understand wanting them together but I don't think it's queerbait." And you don't have to come for me, because season 5 came for my JUGULAR. What the hell. Kara telling Lena she's Supergirl was heartbreaking, Kara has very rarely been that upset, don't even talk to me about the Romeo and Juliet ass shot 5 seconds beforehand. Then at the beginning when everything is 'fine' Kara seems unable to stop comparing herself and Lena to Alex and Kelly. You know? The canon lesbian relationship!? "For a friend like you there are no boundaries" Kara flying around the world to get Lena's favourite food...In the show that said "Maybe giving food is Brainy's language of love." 💀 "You Mean the World to Me" Playing over Kara and Lena scenes and Alex and Kelly scenes. Lena, even though she's mad, knowing that Kara will always save her. Lena's speech in the fortress deserves a post of it's own holy shit. She shot Lex for Kara, Kara made her trust people again, she loves Kara so much and I personally think that part of her anger stems from loving Kara in a more than friendly way and she's mad at herself for allowing that to happen and being so hurt and heartbroken after she finds out Kara's Supergirl. (watching this scene again hurts me just so y'all know) Kara is SO upset. Then we have 5x08 when Lena is panicking when the kryptonite cannons won't go off. "SHUT IT DOWN NOW!" Then there's 'Head Above Water' playing over Andrea and Russell. And then Kara and Lena staring at the same picture of them together. Come on. The whole 100th episode was about their relationship. She followed Kara out of the room Lex was celebrating in to give her a book on grief. Then Lex screams in her face and when she turns up at Kara's door after leaving him, her speech is so heartbreaking. She clearly misses Kara...a lot. Then she looks so SAD when she sees Kara and Alex hugging. She misses Kara's hugs 😭 Then "You can scream at me if you like I know I deserve it." - I hope we unpack that at some point. And she is so so upset when Kara doesn't accept her apology initially. (Although I have to say I find it interesting how much she brings up Kaznia, 5x07 and 5x19. You know how I feel about ep 4x20) Then she lays her life on the line for Kara. And when they FINALLY make up Lena's relief is actually palpable. Even if the writers don't follow through with this, they way they've written season 5 is undeniably romantic. I still get platonic...ish vibes from Kara, but definitely not from Lena.
Season 6:
Episode 2? I don't know her. But omg 6x01. Kara trusting Lena with Myriad "No matter what's happened I know what's in your heart." Kara talking about self sacrifice and Lena "I won't let you turn this into a suicide mission, I can't!" And why not Lena hmm? (This is very canon couple dialogue). Also they are SO VERY CATRADORA ARE YOU KIDDING ME. Kara the self-sacrificing hero (Adora) and Lena, the one who refuses to just accept the hero's sacrifice (Catra). Please even the whole evil or not evil, terrible family, traumatic childhood and hair colour are the same 😂. Anyways then we have "You're the only one in the galaxy I know would do right by it." I don't even know how that could be spun platonically. Kara really just said she trusts Lena more than her own sister. You two just made up 5 minutes ago. Kara opens up about her trauma to Lena!! Lena codes 'Lena Luthor Protocol' in about 2 minutes maybe? Because she needs Kara to stay alive. And to round it all out, she tells Alex to tell Kelly about Kara, because Kelly is Alex's person. Implying to us humble clowns that Kara is Lena's person.
The fact that I've written more about 6x01 than the entire season of flirting and flowers speaks volumes to me personally.
In conclusion, Supercorp is Catradora with a pair of glasses and it's hair tied up. I will go down with this ship and good night.
#supergirl#supercorp#I'm obsessed with them#also I've been writing this for hours pls excuse any typos I really cba proof reading#one day I will do a proper analysis of all of their scenes together#I'm planning on a rewatch after exam season and then it will be oVER for y'all 😂#kara danvers x lena luthor#tw supergirl season 5
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Hi!! I love the way you write. I would love if you can write about Lena and Kara balancing their jobs and being a mother. Thank you! I hope you have a great day ♥️
hey anon! I dunno if you’re the same person who sent me a very similar prompt decades ago, but if you are my apologies for the wait, and if you’re not, great minds think alike. hope you like it.
“Have you seen my heels?”
Kara didn’t look up as she answered. “Um, I think the girls kicked it under the couch when chasing—hey, stop it Liz, you’re supposed to swallow your food, not throw it at your sister.”
“She started it,” Liz protested, pointing towards Ally and narrowing her eyes. Ally, two years older and at the stage where she believed herself to be far superior to her younger sister, mimicked her Aunt Alex’s huff of disbelief and shook her head.
“You heard Mom, Liz,” she said, sounding more like Lena than she did an eight-year-old. “Don’t throw your food. We eat food. Like this.” She mimicked eating, and Liz’s eyes went wide.
Kara winced, bracing herself for what she knew was coming.
“I know how to eat, Ally! Mom, tell her I know how to eat! Mom!”
“Okay,” Kara said, holding up a hand. “That’s enough. Ally, don’t antagonize your sister. And Liz, stop throwing things.”
“Yeah, Ally. Don’t antgize me,” Liz said with her chin raised high. Ally opened her mouth, clearly about to respond and extend this argument well into the ride to work with her, when Lena walked over, her shirt still not fully buttoned, wearing only one shoe, the other dangling from her hand.
“Kara, I pushed my meeting to next week, so you can take care of your assignment tonight. But we’re going to have to cancel lunch if I want to take off early to pick up the girls.”
Kara grinned, fixing Lena’s shirt and then allowing her to use her for balance as she leaned over to put her other shoe on. “Thank you. I know the assignment was super last minute,” she said, leaning over to press a quick kiss to Lena’s lips. Ally and Liz, united by their mutual dislike of their parents’ PDA, got over their food feud and made retching noises together before dissolving into giggles. “I’ll swing by, drop off some food. I know you’ll skip lunch otherwise.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Lena mumbled, waving a hand and turning to the girls. “You two, behave for your mom, okay? I’ll see you at 4:30.” She kissed Liz and Ally on the foreheads, gave Kara one last fond look, then grabbed her bag and left.
Kara sighed, reveling in the silence that followed her wife’s departure, and then: “Why do you have to work at all, Mom? You’re Supergirl.”
“Don’t be dumb, Ally,” Liz responded, rolling her eyes. “Mom isn’t Supergirl, she’s a reporter.” She stressed the word like it was something bad, and Kara just took in a deep breath before gathering the dishes from their breakfast and taking it to the sink.
“Liz, why don’t you go get dressed? And pick one thing to bring with you.”
“Aww, just one?” Liz complained, but she did as she was told, sliding off her chair and skipping down the hallway towards her bedroom. Kara waited till she was sure Liz was safely out of hearing range, and she turned to Ally.
“We had a deal, Als,” she said, raising an eyebrow, hands on her hips. “It’s a secret until Liz is a little older.”
Ally—dark haired and blue eyed, looking a little bit more like her father as the years dragged on, but acting more and more like her aunt every single day, and smarter than either of them were at that age—frowned. “You promised you’d teach me more about Krypton.”
“And I will.” When Ally just gave her a disbelieving look, Kara stepped closer to her, dropping to her eye-level. “Look, I have some time off in a few weeks. What if I took you to the Fortress of Solitude?”
“Just you and me?”
(More and more, Ally seemed to gravitate towards her more than towards Lena. Lena liked to joke that it was Ally’s Luthor genes shining through, wanting to be close to a Kryptonian just like her father and aunt.
But for Kara...it felt nice even if she was anxious about it. Because what it was, more than anything, was evidence that Ally—for better or for worse—had chosen to see Kara as one of her mothers, that she accepted Kara the way she was, that she wanted to be involved with aspects of Kara’s life that she hid away for so long.
And yet, Kara wasn’t sure what brought it on, and Ally—much like Lena—was often silent on her feelings.)
“Just you and me,” Kara confirmed. “But we’ll have to ask Mommy for the okay, okay?”
“Aww, that’s what you said about the zoo, too! And Mommy said no.” Ally’s eyes narrowed. “You and Mommy play good cop and bad cop, that’s what Aunt Maggie says.”
“Don’t listen to your Aunt Maggie,” Kara said with a grin, straightening as Liz came running back towards them.
“I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready!” she sang, dragging a massive duffel bag behind her. “It’s one thing,” she defended when Kara gave her a look. “You didn't say the one thing couldn’t be filled with other things.”
“Ally, help your sister choose one toy, I need to get dressed.”
(And after much protest, an accident involving glitter, and a brief panic when Ally thought she forgot her books at home, they finally found their way to Kara’s office, only a tiny bit late.
Though if you asked Kara, she wouldn’t really have it any other way.)
x
“Liz, please stop running, you know I can’t chase after you in heels,” Lena called out, watching carefully as Liz raced towards the swing set at the park. Ally, who was walking to Lena’s right, let out a soft snort and finally looked up from the book she’d been engrossed in since Lena picked the girls up from Kara’s office.
“Mom said we should tie a bell to her, so that she can always hear where Liz runs off to,” Ally informed her, marking where she left off in her book and snapping it shut as she followed Lena to one of the benches, sitting down dutifully next to her. “I think it’s a good idea.”
Lena reached out, smoothing back Ally’s hair and smiling when this prompted Ally to lean into her. “I do, too. Though we may not need a bell,” she said, looking over at where Liz was now singing at the top of her lungs, ignoring the looks from the other children. “Did you have a good day with your sister and your mom’s office?”
“Yeah. We got ice cream. I’m not supposed to tell you, but for half an hour, Mom had leave us for a Supergirl emergency. Uncle James watched us.”
“Really?” Lena said, trying not to laugh. “Your mom isn’t very sneaky. I saw her on the news.” Oddly, this made Ally pull away, gnawing at her lip, her fingers running up and down the spine of her book. “What’s wrong, Alexandra?” Lena asked softly, knowing that the use of her full name would let Ally know she was being serious. For a moment, though, it didn’t seem as if Ally was going to respond. “Is this about you wanting to learn more about Krypton?”
“No. Mom wants to take me to the Fortress. She said we’d need your permission.”
Lena didn’t take the bait, didn’t let Ally change the subject. “Come on, Ally. What’s the matter?”
“Last week, when Mom got hurt, were you..did you...I don’t like Supergirl,” she finished, expression hardening.
(And, oh, Lena thought they’d have more time. More time with Ally as a kid, a kid who saw her superhero mom and thought it was cool, a kid who didn’t realize how much danger her mom was in every time she put on the suit.
But Ally was the smartest kid Lena had ever met, even after accounting for her bias regarding her daughter. So of course Ally would catch on, of course Ally would worry, of course Ally would want to spend more time with Kara.)
“I get scared too, you know. Every time I see your mom on the television, every time she gets hurt. That’s normal, worrying for the people you love.” When Ally turns to look at her, Lena tucks a stray strand of hair behind Ally’s ear. “Loving someone doesn’t mean we can control what they do, though. Do you understand what I mean?”
“Yeah,” Ally sighs. “Mom has to ask you for permission to go to the Fortress with me, but she doesn’t have to ask you to fight a bad man.”
Lena chuckles, figuring Ally’s basically gotten the point. “You make her very happy, you know. When you ask about Krypton, want to know more. She wants to share it with you. And Liz, when she’s older. And you should talk to her, about Supergirl. Maybe if you hear from her why it’s so important to her, you’ll see Supergirl differently. Like I do.”
Ally didn’t respond, but Lena didn’t really need her to. Instead, she got up and held out her hand, waiting for Ally to take it before she called out to Liz, who came running with a big grin.
And together, hand in hand, they began walking home.
x
When Kara made it home that night, it was completely silent.
She chucked off her shoes and deposited her bag next to the couch before slowly walking towards their bedroom, pausing as she walked by the room Ally and Liz shared.
The two of them were curled up on the bottom bunk of their bed, Liz gripping onto one of Ally’s hands, the other one near her mouth, as if she’d fallen asleep sucking on her thumb. Ally was sleeping protectively next to Liz, as if she’d fallen asleep talking to her sister.
Kara blinked as she realized: Ally must’ve fallen asleep telling Liz a story.
(That was Kara’s job. Every night, reading a story. Sometimes in English, but often—especially when the girls were younger—it was in Kryptonian.)
She walked over, pulled their covers over them, pressed barely there kisses to their foreheads, and then turned to head out. But then: “Love you, Mom. Good night.”
And when Kara made it back to her bedroom—when she slid into bed next to Lena, smiling when Lena immediately grabbed her arm and pulled it around her waist, making sure they were snugly pressed together—she couldn’t help but smile and press a kiss to the back of Lena’s neck.
Tomorrow, Liz would be starting a new daycare and Ally would be going back to school, and there were meetings and late hours Lena needed to worry about and Supergirl duties and deadlines Kara worried about.
But here now, her daughters were sleeping in the other room, her wife was warm in her arms, and everything was just perfect.
(And Kara really, really wouldn’t have it any other way.)
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Throughout the entire show every single time Kara and Lena look at each other you can interpret it as romantic chemistry. Whether someone tries to tell you otherwise or not, it’s impossible not to view it that way. The awkward, flirtatious smiles and the looks away in almost shyness when they can’t bear to meet the other persons eye in that moment. The soft melty expressions that just scream ‘you are my world’. The pained, heartbroken looks when they feel hurt that only an intense relationship could cause. The looks of terror and desperation when in danger at the fear of losing the other. They love each other so much and you can’t tell me otherwise.
#supercorp#supergirl#kara danvers#lena luthor#kara zor el#you can say ‘friends’ all you like but gosh... just watch their scenes again#it’s not delusion#it’s very clear
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