#autistic lena luthor

[autisticlenaluthor]

Supercorptober - Wild

 Lena cringes. She presses herself up against the wall, trying to make herself as shapeless and unseemly as possible. 

It isn’t too hard. In the middle of a frat- surrounded by sweaty college kids and blinding lights, Lena may as well not even exist. 

She looks down and awkwardly tries to adjust her costume. Andrea convinced her to dress as Easy A— a reference to a movie Lena’s never seen that was apparently the perfect costume, because ‘You’ve got great tits, Lena. You can’t not show them off!’

It seemed like a fun idea at the time. But now, stuck in a black corset with a red ‘A’ taped to the breast, Lena wants nothing more than to wring her so-called friend’s neck. She’s alone and she’s sweating, and god, it’s so loud, Lena can’t help the way her entire body constricts as she digs her nails into her palms to try and give herself something else to focus on. It all makes her want to crawl out of her skin. No- it’s enough to make her really try. She’s got the crescent moon scars and scratch marks to prove it.

Out of nowhere, someone stumbles into her. 

Lena flinches but not far enough to keep the solo cup filled with something that smells like battery acid from spilling all over her. She yelps at the sensation. She’s wet now— wet and sticky. Sticky on her skin, with dampness seeping under the corset, into every crevice of her body. And before she realizes what she’s doing— Lena’s shaking her hands out, desperate for release. But it isn’t enough, nothing is. She needs out and she needs out now. 

The drink-less pledge watches the reaction. His eyes drift down to her chest and he laughs. But Lena can’t help herself. Not with the noise and the lights and the people (fuck, there are so many people) and the liquid dripping down her skin. 

She should’ve never come here, she thinks. She hates parties. She hates Andrea for making her dress up. She hates her for choosing an outfit she knew would make people stare. And she hates her for ditching her at the first sight of her current situationship. 

Lena puts her hands up to her face. She can feel the meltdown brewing inside of her. It’s hot and angry— begging, no threatening to be forced out. 

Her face grows hot as she sucks in a breath. She can feel something touching her. Someone touching her. 

Lena’s head turns and she sees a hand on her shoulder. It’s attached to a blonde girl in a Supergirl costume who smiles and raises her brow. 

“Hey, you okay?” She shouts over the music. “I saw that guy bump into you.” 

Lena doesn’t respond. She’s supposed to say yes. College kids are supposed to party— that’s what they do. They have fun, they unwind, they get drunk with their friends. It’s supposed to be a reward, not something they have to fight themselves to survive. 

When she doesn’t speak, Supergirl answers for her. 

“Let’s go outside!” She yells. “It’s really wild in here.” 

Lena nods and before she knows it, the hand is on her wrist. Supergirl holds her lightly, her fingers hardly pressing against Lena’s at all. It seems like she’s done this before. The way she pulls hard enough that they don’t get separated but not so intensely that Lena feels dragged— she definitely knows what she’s doing. In front of her, Lena can see her free arm occasionally flail out to shove away drunken men or oblivious couples mid-make out. And before she knows it, they’re outside on the lawn, a few yards away from the frat house. 

The music still blares but it’s softened by the walls. The crowd has been replaced with the chirp of grasshoppers and a girl a few feet away, arguing into her phone. 

Supergirl releases her hold on Lena’s wrist and finally, Lena can feel the air return to her lungs. Real air, untainted by alcohol or flavored vape juice. 

“You okay?” the blonde asks again after a moment. Her voice is much softer this time, her smile now relaxed. 

Covering her mouth again, Lena inhales. She nods and stares straight down at the grass.

All she can think about is how badly she misses her dorm. She wants to be inside with all the lights off, in her favorite safe pajamas, not a damn corset and skinny jeans. She needs to be alone, protected by those four walls so she can stim freely without anyone seeing. She needs a break. 

“I know it can get really crazy,” the girl continues. “If you wanna be alone for a minute, that’s totally cool and I’ll leave. You just looked like you wanted to get out of there.” 

Lena nods again. Using all the strength she has, she manages to pull her hand away from her face and instead, wrap her arms protectively around her waist. 

“Thank you,” she breathes, doing her best to muster up a smile. 

“Of course.” 

“My friend…” Lena pulls her fingertips and pops her knuckles. “She dragged me to this. Then left me.” 

She laughs as she says it because it sounds even more pathetic out loud. She’s nineteen years old— she shouldn’t need a chaperone, like a middle schooler. 

But Supergirl frowns, nervously scratching her cheek. 

“Yeah… so did mine.” 

Lena lifts her head, eyes widening just a bit. 

“Well— my roommate and her friend group. They always go out and I never do but I thought Halloweekend might be fun because at least you get to dress up. But they all left to go get with guys. I was actually trying to find my roommate so we could leave when I saw you.” 

“Shit. I’m sorry.”

Supergirl shrugs.

“It’s whatever."

“But thank you… again, for rescuing me. Normally I- I’m better at handling this stuff.”

“You don’t need to thank me….” Her voice trails off. “What’s your name?”

“Lena.” 

A smile. 

“You don’t need to thank me, Lena. It’s just what I do.” She poses with her hands on her hips, like Supergirl in all the comics, managing to hold the stance for half a second before both she and Lena collapse into a fit of laughter. 

“I’m Kara, by the way,” she says once it calms down. 

“Well, it’s very nice to meet you,” Lena says.

She wraps her arms around herself once more, suddenly becoming aware again of just how exposed she is. It doesn’t help that outside, it’s freezing cold. Her arms are covered in goosebumps– when did those pop up? And she can’t stop her teeth from chattering. 

“Oh–” When Kara notices her shivering, she takes off her cape and extends her arm, wordlessly offering it to Lena. 

Lena just looks up, confused. She wants to ask if Kara’s always this nice. She wants to ask why she’s so nice– because what makes a strange girl, cowering in a corner at a party, so deserving? 

But she manages to keep it in, instead, accepting the cape and slowly draping it over her shoulders. 

“I um… I should get back to my dorm,” Lena says after a moment. “I’m in the East Campus building… it’s kind of a hike.”

“Wait– really? I’m in East too!” 

“Would you…” Lena hesitates, hoping the darkness is enough to hide how red she flushes. “Would you want to walk back together?”

“Yeah!” Kara grins “That would be great.” 

#supercorp fanfiction #supercorptober2023 #autistic lena luthor #supercorp ficlet

[2-the-moon-and-2-saturn]

stars around my scars

(aka “for rory”) ll also on ao3

“Lena, baby, just listen to my voice, okay?” She can’t help it. She flinches. It’s too loud. Everything is too loud. But it’s Kara. Kara doesn’t talk during meltdowns unless it’s important, she doesn’t, that’s their deal. Even if she hates her now, she wouldn’t. So, Lena tries her best to listen, to pay attention, to make out her girlfriend’s voice even through the buzzing lights and the pulsing in her ears and her wheezing breaths. “I’m not mad. It’s okay. Just do what you need to do, yeah? Do you want me to stay?” 

She blows out a deep breath, sweaty palms dragging against her thighs, and turns her back to Kara in a failed attempt to recompose herself. It’s alright, though. Kara’s been here for this before. Kara won’t be mad. She won’t think she’s weird or see her differently. 

Lena turns back around, eyes on the rug but body facing her girlfriend. Hurriedly, she nods, then nods again, and it’s not long before she gets stuck in the motion because for some reason it’s so comforting, however humiliating. Tears stream down her face as she finds her way back to the floor, where at least her legs get some kind of reprieve and the dizziness isn’t so bad. She doesn’t try to form words, just hugs both knees close to her chest, rests her head on top of it and resumes the rocking motion. Through her peripheral vision, she still sees Kara, who is facing the other way, like she always does to make Lena more comfortable in moments like this.

Kara’s here. She’s not leaving. Kara is here.

OR

After years of encouragement from her then-best friend, now-girlfriend, Kara, Lena finally felt ready to find out what has been going on with her. However, getting a diagnosis doesn't equal getting better, and even though Lena is trying, it's easy to lose hope that things will ever change. Thankfully, Kara is there to hold her up every time she feels weak.

OR OR

I wrote this fic a while ago for a friend who's been dealing with some life-altering diagnoses of their own, in an attempt to brighten their day. They have been in dire need of a wheelchair for months, but have not yet been able to buy one that suits their needs, as those are very expensive. If you could, please, donate to their gofundme (linked here), it would be greatly appreciated. If you can't, but would like to help, maybe visit them @autisticlenaluthor and show them some love or rb this so it’ll reach more people? Thank you so much for reading this far, I hope you have a nice day :)

#supergirl #supergirl cw #supergirl ao3 #supercorp ao3 #autistic lena luthor #neurodivergent lena luthor #lena luthor #kara danvers #chronic illness #kmcg #melissa benoist

[jedifighterpilot2727]

Yo, can you please do something with this prompt? Established supercorp, Kara being overwhelmed by all the bodies of national city and Lena helping her through it.

This is a completely self indulgent Autistic!Kara fic, featuring Lena throwing money at problems because she's a bazillionaire and she wants to spoil her wife. (And yes, I'm still working on the smut fic and Myx part 2, but I'm trying to crank out some volume and clear out some prompts!)

Overwhelmed

"So, I was thinking we could invite Winn and James over for lunch next weekend, that would be the perfect time to ask them how their trip to Alaska went, because you know Winn is going to have . . ." Lena lets her voice trail off as she studies her wife, realizing by the distant look on Kara's face that nothing she's saying is registering anyway.

Instead, Kara is stopped halfway down the grocery aisle, eyes glazed over as her fingers twirl the pendant charm on her necklace. She's definitely seen Kara take her time on the cereal aisle before, but this is different.

Lena carefully maneuvers  the shopping cart to the side of the busy aisle, watching as the crowd jostles around them.

Kara startles when Lena's fingers make contact with her arm and Lena can't help but wince at the flash of fear that sparks in those blue eyes.

"Are you ok? I think I lost you there for a minute."

Kara's gaze flits around the store before finally settling on Lena, one hand still toying with her necklace.

"Yeah, it's just uh, you know, a lot of people here today. My skin feels twitchy." Kara's shoulders tense upwards in a cringing shrug, and a shiver shakes her body.

"Do you want to go home?" Lena offers. "I can always have groceries delivered -"

"No! No, I mean, I'm fine. I can get through a grocery trip without freaking out, I'm not a weirdo."

Lena  sees Kara's eyes focusing on the cereal in front of them, but she can tell her mind is a million miles away by the blankness behind her gaze.

"You're not a weirdo." Lena insists, reaching for Kara's hand. "The store is busy today, it's hard enough for someone without-" she drops her voice to a whisper - "super senses."

Kara flashes her a grateful smile.

"I'm fine, I can tough it out for a few more minutes."

As if on cue, the overhead speaker blares with static.

"Attention shoppers: register four is now open with no wait."

Kara twitches violently at the noise and Lena makes an executive decision; grabbing Kara with one hand and the shopping cart in the other.

"I'm fine, I swear -" Kara starts but Lena ignores her protests; instead weaving a commanding path through the crowd to the front of the store.

The register lines are backed up, but Lena bypasses them, instead heading for the costumer service desk.

"Can I help you?" The gentleman behind the counter asks with a smile, and Lena answers with one of her own.

"Yes, sorry, I've just had something come up and I need to leave immediately." She slides a hundred dollar bill across to the man. "I trust this is enough to cover your restocking fee?"

The man glances at the money and then back at Lena.

"Oh, ma'am we don't actually have a restocking fee -" but Lena doesn't let him finish.

"For the trouble." she insists, pressing the bill into his palm before turning to the door and pulling Kara with her.

"But Lee, the ice cream . . ." Kara protests, and Lena spins on her red bottom heel, already pulling out another hundred dollar bill.

"For the ice cream." She explains to the customer service rep as she tosses the bill on the counter and reaches in the cart for the frozen container.

Speechless, the man waves, and Lena turns once again to leave,  passing the carton of mint chocolate chip to her wife.

"Better?" She asks with a sly grin, and Kara's thankful smile is the only answer she needs, but Kara punctuates it with a squeezing side hug.

"Have I told you lately that I love you?"

#supercorp #supergirl #lena luthor #kara danvers #fanfiction #autistic!kara

[garciaasfluffypen]

the day lena met kara

word count: 1.1k pairing: autistic!kara danvers x lena luthor warnings: none :) this is just pure fluff. 

a/n: okay so i’ve had a fic that i’ve left untouched for YEARS because people shitted and farted on me for how i wrote my autistic!kara at the time ( full transparency, i literally haven’t touched this google doc since 2017 ). granted, i now have many years of working with both autistic adults and children under my belt and i’m also now 23 so i’d like to think my writing has improved LMAO. so instead of reuploading it as a fic, i decided i’d take some of the moments and make them into one shots and do a little mini series maybe if y’all like it?

DISCLAIMER: NOT ALL AUTISM IS THE SAME. THERE ARE DIFFERING LEVELS OF FUNCTIONALITY PER HUMAN. YOU MAY NOT LIKE MY WRITING BUT DON’T SHIT ON ME FOR HOW I PORTRAY THIS VERSION OF KARA. I’M GOING BASED OFF OF WHAT I KNOW AS SOMEONE WHO’S WORKED WITH HUMANS WITH AUTISM FOR 13 YEARS. 

it was a beautiful, partly cloudy day when they first met. kara remembers the day perfectly. it was overcast- some of her favorite days. while she always felt less strong on overcast days, kara found herself feeling quite content on those days. it could be because the sun wasn’t blinding her every time she looked out her window, or the fact that there was typically a light breeze that wound its way through the city on those days, making it feel more and more like spring time. 

the sun slowly found its way into kara’s bedroom, slowly inching its way across her bed. she knew the exact reason she was up as early as she was- she was interviewing lena luthor today. her boss, snapper, had asked her to write an article on the young businesswoman, highlghting the steps that she was taking to reclaim the luthor name when it came to L-Corp. she could feel her anxiety bubbling at the surface, her gaze drifting to the floor as the sun sneaked its way closer to the bed. she liked watching the sun. the way it made the same pattern on the floor every morning was always predictable. the floorboards would get just warm enough for her feet so she didn’t have to wear socks to bed. it was nice. it was routine. 

a small shuffling came from her kitchen, reminding kara that her cousin clark had slept on the couch last night to ensure she didn’t feel alone going into her meeting with lena today. she loved clark with her whole heart- he had always gone above and beyond for her. including driving all the way from metropolis. 

“good morning, kara.” 

kara bounded into her kitchen, smiling at her cousin. “hi clark!”

“i made you your favorite pancakes.”

“really?” kara’s eyes widened. “you made me my pancakes?”

“i did.” clark pushed a plate over towards her, the syrup kara liked following seconds later. “you need to eat a good breakfast, you have your interview with lena today.”

kara looked down at her plate as she felt her face get redder, suddenly finding a small crack in her table more interesting than anything else in the room. “yeah.”

“are you excited?” she could hear the concern in his voice. 

“yeah.”

“are you sure?” clark looked over to kara, concerned. “do you feel uncomfortable?”

“no…”

“kara, are you sure you want to do this?”

“of course i do!” Kara’s head snapped up. “i want to be a reporter, clark. i have to go with you and work on this story if i want to be a reporter. i can’t do a story and not interview people. that’s not right.”

“right. but if you feel uncomfortable, let me know and we can leave whenever you want to, okay?” kara nodded. “and remember, you can not say that you’re supergirl.”

“why?”

“it’s our secret, remember?”

“oh yeah! it’s a secret!” kara placed her finger on her lips, almost as if to tell herself not to say anything. “you can’t tell anyone my secret clark! alex won’t be happy.”

“that’s right. it’s our little secret, okay?”

“okay!”

                                                            -----

kara’s arm was wrapped around clark’s forearm as they walked over towards L-Corp. she was nervous. kara wasn’t one for social interaction with people whom she didn’t know from her childhood. when she wasn’t supergirl, she always stayed to the back and let alex or clark do all the talking. but she was going to be a reporter, and she had to learn how to talk to people. this interview was the perfect opportunity. she was going to meet one of the most famous people in national city and write a story about her. of course, she didn’t expect to get published right away, it was going to be her first article, but it was going to be her first story and she was more focused on getting it written than getting it published. she needed to make sure it was perfect, and clark was there to help her. 

kara heard a mumbled sentence come from clark, and she could only find the courage to nod as clark opened the door for her, waiting for her to go inside. kara took a few steps in and waited for clark, not wanting to go any farther without him. when he got inside, kara found her way back to his side and clutched onto his shirt sleeve as they walked over to the circulation desk. kara looked down as she waited for clark to be done talking to the lady before they went to the elevator. she waited until the door closed to plug her ears, trying to stop them from popping- she hated when her ears popped in elevators. soon as the door opened kara could feel herself getting more scared, and looked over to clark. he held out a hand and let kara take it, walking out of the elevator before signaling to her to take a deep breath. once she was ready, the secretary opened the door to lena’s office and let them in.  

“clark, what a pleasure.”

“same to you, lena.” clark nodded his head slightly, trying to nudge kara forward at the same time.

“and who might this be?”

“this is my cousin, kara danvers.”

“hi kara.” lena started talking in a quieter tone, sensing her nervousness. “i’m lena.”

“kara is autistic, so she’s a little shy.”

“i’m so not shy!” kara huffed, scrunching her face into a pout as she looked up at clark. 

“then tell Lena why you’re here.”

kara paused. “can you do it?”

“kara, you can do it.”

“you don’t have to be nervous, kara.” kara’s eyes shifted over towards Lena, looking just beyond her face. dhe wasn’t ready for eye contact yet. “i heard a lot about you, clark talks about you all the time. from what I’ve heard, you seem like a bright girl.”

“you talk about me?”

“i do.” clark smiled. “now, what are we here for again?”

“to interview lena.”

“why do we need to interview lena?”

“i’m writing a story. my first story.”

clark glanced over to lena, who was trying to hide a smile behind her hand. “and why do you want to do your story on lena?”

“because she’s really pretty.”

“yes, but there’s another reason.”

“because snapper wants me to report on lena and L-Corp and how she’s being a business woman.”

“that’s right. so are you ready to ask lena questions now?”

kara looked down at her feet, starting to play with the bottom of her shirt. lena held out her hand again, waiting for a reaction from kara, but frowned when she stepped away. clark held out a hand and pulled kara closer to him, trying to calm her down. at least two minutes passed before kara glanced up, looking at lena. her eyes lit up and tucked some hair behind her ears, ready to answer any question that kara asked her.

#kara danvers #autistic!kara danvers #lena luthor #clark kent #supergirl #supercorp #kara danvers one shot #lena luthor one shot #supergirl oneshot #dc's supergirl #dc's supergirl oneshot #kara danvers fanfiction #lena luthor fanfiction #melly writes #an i (queue) of 187

[laetare-9]

Inhabit, a Supergirl fanfic

LINK

Chapters: 6/9 Rating: Mature Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers, Maggie Sawyer, Samantha "Sam" Arias Tags: Mostly Canon Compliant, Slow Burn, Tenderness, SuperCorp, Lena Luthor Doesn't Know Kara Danvers is Supergirl, sensory issues, Autistic Kara Danvers, character on the asexuality spectrum, gentle lovemaking, Realistic take on the negative side of superpowers, soft and good with a side of melancholy, Friends to Lovers

Kara cradles her pile of dirty plates. She doesn’t know how to open Lena’s brand new dishwasher without ripping the handle apart. She usually figures these things out through trial and error, but she’s never been alone in Lena’s apartment, and she can’t risk winging it in front of her.

So, she just stands by the sink and watches the hot water redden Lena’s sensitive skin, the light glinting off her beautiful earrings, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth. The verse comes to her, unbidden, from one of their weekly poems. Lena always chooses poems with such physicality to them. Always real, touchable.

-

Or: Kara is an alien, Lena is a genius. Their strangeness separates and connects them to the world and each other in peculiar ways. Being human in Lena’s eyes allows Kara to tap into parts of herself she hadn’t been able to explore before, but she knows her secret will one day stop being a bridge between them, and they’ll both lose the version of Kara Lena has grown to love. (Tender slow burn, mutual respect, bittersweetness and tentative physicality galore! Some angst and a lot of joy)

#supergirl #kara zor-el #lena luthor #supercorp #autistic kara danvers #supergirl fanfic #my writing #my things

[genderdoe-sly]

obsessed with this paragraph from chap 2 of The Love of Forgetting by KL_Morgan

#making friends #im autistic btw and keeping friends is hard #supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #fanfic #fanfic recs #ao3

[protectthevulnerable]

// Fun fact: Lena’s a “can’t make their own food” autistic and orders in most of the time because flavorful foods/dishes with a lot of ingredients are fine as long as she can’t See it being made. They manage to overthink the ingredients when they can see them being put into a dish and it makes them ill to think about. So if they’re making something at home it’ll likely being something with very few ingredients. But they absolutely will do fancy-ish stuff for dates sometimes because they can cook Very well considering it’s just science for your mouth.

#// They're very much a bland food autistic but they exposure therapied themself into liking flavorful foods #// Bland foods are still comfort foods tho especially when she's already overloaded or jsut not having a good time #// also this is the most I've posted on this blog at one time I think and I haven't even written anything lol #// don't interact with this post if you're not an rp blog #ooc. #about. lena luthor

[introverted-author]

Give us some of your favorite Lena Luthor/Kara Danvers/Supercorp headcanons! ❤️💙

I love to headcanon Kara as autistic. She's pansexual. She is a huge swiftie and her favourite album is Lover, her favourite song being It's Nice to Have a Friend. She does ballet and is really good at it.

Lena Luthor secretly enjoys rom-coms, both in book and movie form. She is a lesbian (I mean just look at her). She comes across as icy but when you really know her, she's just a domestic marshmallow.

#thanks for the ask!! #kara danvers #lena luthor

[ao3feed-supercorp]

Potsticker kisses

by Mx_Myk

This is based on a true story. I'm ASD and was telling my wife about what I thought was 2 friends going out for lunch when I was in college. According to my wife, it was a date and my autistic ass didn't realize until I was explicitly told, 20 YEARS LATER.

That gave me this fic idea. Kara isn't ASD, she just doesn't always understand human interactions. But most humans assume she is ASD so the Danvers sisters roll with it (Autism is easier to explain than alien). And some of Kara's superpowers present like autism(in my opinion. Sensitivity to sound and, at least in my head, touch which is why she loves her cardigans. They are soft and comfortable. )

Words: 878, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Kara Danvers, Kara Zor-El, Alex Danvers, Lena Luthor

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Additional Tags: Bechdel Test Pass, First Kiss, Didn't Know They Were Dating, Autism Spectrum, Sort Of, Kara doesn't understand humans sometimes, Lena thinks Kara is adorable

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#supercorp #Kara x Lena #Kara Danvers x Lena Luthor #karlena

[mamawasatesttube]

Opinions on Lori Luthor and Simon Valentine?

LOVE EM. i love that they continued kon's trend of acquiring lesbians and weird little autistic guys with at least one alternate timeline confirmed evil self. feels good feels organic thank youuuu!!

i also like lori and lena a lot because it really is so... like, yeah. luthor is just a name. lex is just one shitty guy in the family tree. that doesn't condemn everyone who's related to him to being just as shitty as him. having them exist and be good felt like a nice quiet little rebuttal to geoff's thesis, even if the story did kind of keep the "good/evil genes" in its overall framework until its final rejection of it bc lex is just TOO evil. there's good stuff in there. i can work with this.

also i think kon DESERVES a little squad of small town queer. as a small town queer i think it's necessary to find the other ones in your high school and all come out around the same time and then go hang out at the tiny kiddie arcade in walmart together even though it's really boring and everything is too small but there's nothing else to really do in town and the object of the outing is just to spend time together anyway. on fancy days you can even go to the target in the next town over. kon sujan simon and lori deserve this. i deserve this.

#answers #Anonymous

[autisticlenaluthor]

Twilight

Lena often thinks her real life is somewhere else far away. Sure, physically, she exists in her body. She can see and touch and experience all the other senses that supposedly make her whole. But for as long as she can remember, she’s had the strongest feeling that the real Lena is out there somewhere else. And while this one watches the rest of the world through her glass box and foggy goggles, the woman she’s supposed to be thrives in another existence. Maybe even another timeline. 

This other life isn’t something Lena looks for– it isn’t something that can be revealed through tireless searching. When Lena tries, it only seems to grow further away.

So she chooses to believe that one day, they will step into each other and the box will break. She’ll become real and whole, and the fog will be gone and her new life will start. The life she’s always been meant to have. 

In the bleak hours of twilight, Lena finds herself the closest she’s ever been to shattering that barrier.

In high school, Lena used to tell herself that longer she stayed awake, the longer it would take for the next day to come. She needed to savor the times that weren’t consumed by the energy it took to mask at school or locked in the upstairs bathroom to avoid Lillian’s resentment. And that could only happen when the rest of the world was asleep.

Night was her safe haven.

Darkness expects nothing of no one. She didn't have to be presentable or restrained she could just... be.

At night, the requirements that had been forced upon her since the ripe age of four are momentarily lifted because nobody’s that put together when it’s three in the morning and they haven’t slept in almost as many days.

Sleep, on the other hand, felt like pressing fast forward on existence. 

Lena’s head would hit the pillow and in an instant, the cycle would start back up again. 

She’d wake up. Get dressed. Get coffee. Go to school. Skip lunch to complete homework. Study during her free period. Get ahead on extra credit during study hall. Stay late for chess club Wednesdays and Fridays. Stay late for fencing on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Go home and hope the mansion would be empty when she arrived. Drink more coffee. Study for upcoming exams. Eat dinner (or not). Work on college essays. Even more coffee. Brush teeth. Sleep. Repeat.

The cycle couldn’t be broken but the beginning of a new day could be prolonged. And at sixteen-years-old with no real freedom, time was the most finite resource Lena had. 

The night was Lena’s out and it was embarrassingly easy to become addicted to it’s reprive. 

Lena’s late nights transitioned from her childhood bedroom, to her university dorm, to her first apartment, to the hotel she lives out of in National City for three months. Eventually, they land in the basement of L Corp, where her favorite place in the entire world sits – her personal lab.

Lena spends more hours down there than she can count.

She does everything from experimentation on different substances to developing plans for high tech militant weapons. She picks apart and studies Lex’s old devices and spitefully finds ways to improve them (oh, how he would hate if he knew his little sister had been the one to fix the flaws he hadn’t accounted for).

Some nights she even finds herself going back to her Metropolis roots of trying to cure cancer out of a garage with Jack Spheer. She reads through medical journals when she’s looking for more mental stimulation than physical, and writes up lists of her own hypotheses and ideas. Clinical trials could be built around her midnight endeavors, if Lena would ever let anyone read her work. 

At night, Lena thrives. She gets so close to this other world that at times, she thinks if she pushed just a little harder, she’d finally be able to break the seal.

But then there are the nights where it’s never felt further away. 

Those nights come after soul sucking days where Lena spends every minute forced to be on. They come from masking more than she can handle, until she feels like she might physically burst from the tension. They leave her feeling like a shell of herself, like her capacity for being alive has dropped to zero. 

Lena only tries to explain it once. Sam can tell something’s wrong so Lena does the thing most unlike herself and confides in her. It’s the only time she ever says it out loud.

Really, Lena doesn’t know what she was expecting– maybe reassurance that her struggle is real and that her burn out is enough. But instead, Sam tells her she gets it. She gets exhausted too from the long days and crashes hard after sitting in a board room with executives and other titles for hours on end. 

It’s in good faith but it makes Lena feel even worse. Because she doesn’t get it– not really. Sam may struggle, but Lena is autistic. She’s speech loss and shut down, ugly stimming, and violent meltdowns autistic. She's 'can only eat five foods because of ARFID', prolonged burn out, sleep deprived, and insomniac autistic. 

And god, there’s nothing more isolating than knowing that no matter how hard they try, her friends will never be able to ‘get it’ when she tells them she’s having a hard time. 

Those are the nights where to Lena, doing anything substantial feels entirely inconceivable. But the routine can’t be broken. So she stops by Noonans for an iced coffee and safe food dinner of Uncrustables that she can eat on the laboratory floor. Because sometimes all it takes to feel okay is to be surrounded by her special interests, even if she can’t interact with them. 

She's tapping her fingers, trying to block out the sound of the buzzing overhead lights, when she finds Kara standing in the pick-up spot parallel to her. Lena isn’t sure what time it is but the sky outside is black and the coffee shop is empty. All she knows is t's way too late for Kara "It starts at 10? That's when I go to bed" Danvers.

Kara smiles when she spots her. 

“Hey! What are you doing here? I thought all the big CEOs sent their assistants out for coffee runs,” she jokes. 

For a split second, Lena manages to smile back at her. It's small and fleeting but it's there. Her first real one in days.

“I sent Jess home hours ago,” she replies. “It wouldn’t be fair to subject her to my all-nighters.” 

Lena pauses when the barista approaches the counter to hand Kara her drink. 

“Why are you still up?” She asks after a moment. “Snapper torturing you again?”  

Kara shrugs and gives a light laugh

 “No, Snapper’s been surprisingly okay recently. I just stayed late to finish some stuff up. I’m done now but I wanted to get myself a little reward.”  

She sips at her drink, grinning when she sees Lena’s confused expression. 

“It’s hot chocolate– no caffeine for me.”

Lena hums. Before she can say anything else, her large iced black coffee is placed on the counter in front of her. Her cheeks flush red and for whatever reason, all she can feel is pure shame at the sight of it. 

This isn’t normal. She isn’t normal. And there’s no way Kara doesn’t feel it too.

But Kara doesn’t judge. She doesn’t chastise Lena’s choices or go on about how it’s so unhealthy to have caffeine so late and how she should know better by now.

Instead, she says “are you going back to the office? I can walk with you.” 

Of course, Lena accepts.

They walk together in silence. It doesn’t feel awkward– there isn’t an expectation to fill the gaps. It’s just the two of them. They’re side by side and in that moment, neither of them need anything more. 

When they arrive at L Corp, Lena brings Kara inside with her.

They skip security and stop at the elevator. Lena pulls out her ID card but she doesn’t scan it. She looks at Kara and shifts her weight between her heels.

“Would you like to come down with me?” She asks. 

“Down?” 

“My lab… it’s in the basement.”

“Oh.”

“You don’t have to. I wouldn’t put you to work or anything– I was just going to sit on the floor and have dinner. If you’d like to do that with me.” 

Kara can’t help but chuckle at Lena’s phrasing. Her best friend, who can’t touch the buttons on public elevators without putting a tissue over her thumb, relaxes by eating her dinner on the basement floor.

The contrast is stark yet endearing. And as strange as it sounds, Kara cant think of a better way to spend her night. 

They spend the next hour sitting in a corner, backs up against the wall, eating grape uncrustables, vending machine chips, and Oreos. Kara tells Lena about her day, making sure she knows she doesn’t have to respond if she isn’t up to speaking. And as they drink their respective beverages, Kara goes on about how incredible Lena’s lab is– how nice it was of her to share it.  

It feels good. It feels calming. Lena’s surrounded by her favorite things, eating her safe foods, with her best friend, who upholds none of the social barriers she struggles with so much.

By the time they’re done– it’s nearly two in the morning.

“Gosh, I’m tired,” Kara says, smiling dreamily. She yawns and looks over at Lena. “Are you?” 

Lena just shrugs. She is. She always is. But right now, the last place she wants to be is her empty penthouse. 

“We both need sleep,” Kara adds. She slouches into the wall and sighs. “But my loft is so far. And I don’t want to leave you. Why is everything so unfair?” 

Softly, Lena laughs. 

“You could come to my place,” she suggests, her voice small and apprehensive. “If you’d like. I- I think it would be nice to… not be alone for a bit.” 

“Really?” Kara asks. 

Lena nods. “Really.”

"I'd love that!"

Lena smiles. For the first time in years, the thought of going to sleep doesn't feel all that daunting.

#supercorptober2023 #supercorp fanfic #lena luthor #autistic lena luthor #kara danvers #supergirl #I struggled with this one lol pls be nice

[morallygreykoifsh]

Okay back on supercorp for a sec here...Supergirl HCs. (Surprise its not First Kill*jazz hands* Edition)

Kara as well as other kryptonians don't menstruate(Eliza had to explain to kara what a period was[like kara was a teenage boy] because kara thought alex was dying and kept panicking and trying to take alex to the hospital.)

Lena has a stutter that only really shows when shes excited or scared/hurt(Lionel sent her to speech therapy when she was five and told her 'A true Luthor doesn't stutter' when she was still stuttering)

Kryptonians have a longer life span and can live past 10,000yrs old

Kara took Lena to Kaznia(because kara has all of red daughters memories[Lena befriended a bear])cause she wanted to share more of herself

Kara is autistic(Kryptonians can still be on the spectrum fight me about it) and because of her powers overestimation 10x worse so lena built her noise cancelling headphones with built in red sun inducers

Kara has several super suits (Lena wont stop building them) for different thing like a stealth suit a space suit,war suit,spelled and a sol suit(for when shes on planet without a yellow sun)

Okay thats all byeeee

#supercorp #lena luthor #supergirl #supergirl headcanons #kara zor el #kara danvers

[charmandrr]

characters who told me, personally, that they are autistic:

1. kara danvers

2. lena luthor

3. elle woods

4. robin buckley

5. maura isles

6. chidi anagonye

7. nora reid

#autistic headcanon #these are all correct i accept no comments or criticism

[garciaasfluffypen]

kara’s first story

pairing: autistic!kara danvers and lena luthor word count: disclaimer: NOT ALL AUTISM IS THE SAME. THERE ARE DIFFERING LEVELS OF FUNCTIONALITY PER HUMAN. YOU MAY NOT LIKE MY WRITING BUT DON’T SHIT ON ME FOR HOW I PORTRAY THIS VERSION OF KARA. I’M GOING BASED OFF OF WHAT I KNOW AS SOMEONE WHO’S WORKED WITH HUMANS WITH AUTISM FOR 13 YEARS. 

“Clark! Clark! Clark!” Kara ran into her apartment, not even thinking about taking her shoes off at the moment. She’d deal with that later. “Clark!”

“Whoa, speedy, I’m here. What’s up?”

“Clark look! That’s Lena!”

“That is Lena.” Clark took the magazine from Kara, reading the front cover. “Wait, Kara… You got published?”

“That’s my story! Snapper put my story in the magazine!”

“Kara, this is amazing!”

“We haved to call Alex!”

“Have to, Kar. But yes, let’s call her!”

“Have to call Alex. Have to call.” Kara corrected herself. “We have to call Alex.”

“That we do. Do you want to invite Maggie over too?”

“And Lena!”

“I’ll call Lena and see if she’s free--”

“No. I want to.”

Clark’s eyebrows shot up. “You do?”

“I want to go see Lena.”

“Well, she’s probably busy…”

Kara took off her glasses and concentrated hard, trying to focus on the sound of Lena’s heartbeat. When she found it, she scrunched her face up as she listened for her voice. She heard Lena talking to Jess, about her story. Lena was talking about her!

“She’s not busy. She’s talking to Jess. I can go see her!”

“Kara, I think you’re forgetting something very important.”

Kara turned around, running back over to Clark. She grabbed the magazine from him and bought him in for a hug, digging her face into his shoulder slightly. She grabbed her keys from the table and ran out, smiling really big. Her very first story got published! That was unheard of. Especially with Snapper. The blonde couldn’t help but feel the urge to fly to Lena’s office, but she remembered that Lena didn’t know she was Supergirl, and she couldn’t do that yet. With a pout, she walked the five blocks to the big L-Corp building, letting the sun's energy fuel her for when she went to her sparring lessons with Alex later. She walked inside the building and gave the guard the badge Lena gave her for special access, and was lead over to a special hidden elevator. Lena said it would be just for the two of them, if they didn’t include Jess. Kara pressed the button and plugged her ears, waiting for the elevator to make it up to Lena’s floor.

“Lena! Lena! Lena!”

“Ah, just the person I was hoping to see today!” Lena stumbled back as Kara practically tackled her in a hug, wrapping her arms tightly around the brunette. “What news do you have for me today?”

“Lena I got punished!”

“Punished?”

“No. Wrong word Kara. Wrong word.” Kara’s face scrunched up into a pout as she dug her nails into her wrist, not noticing Lena’s concerned face. “Wrong word.”

“Hey.” Lena gently placed her hand onto Kara’s arm, using her other hand to tilt Kara’s head so she was looking at her. “Hey, it’s okay. Don’t be upset.”

“But I used the wrong word.I have to use the right word so people know what I’m talking about.”

“It’s okay. I use wrong words all the time.” Lena smiled lightly. “Now show me your news! I wanna hear all about the life of Kara Danvers since I last saw you.”

-------

“Kara, where have you been?” Alex rushed over to Kara, bringing her in for a hug. “You missed sparing today.”

“I was with Lena.”

“Lena, the one you wrote the story on?”

“You sawed my story too?”

“Saw. I saw your story, yes.” Alex smiled. “I got nervous.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Hey, you’re okay. You were excited.” Alex smiled. “And I loved your story. It was very well written. I love the words you used.”

“Really?”

“I do. I’m so proud of you, Kara. I told you that you could get published.”

Kara beamed. “Everyone is gonna read my story, Alex! They’re gonna love Lena!”

“I hope they will. For now, let’s get you back to Vasquez so we can work on your sparring, yeah?”

“Okay!”

After sparring was over, Kara took a shower and changed into her street clothes, and going home with Alex. The two of them went back to Kara’s apartment and walked inside, smiling when they saw Clark putting up a “CONGRATULATIONS” banner. Maggie walked around the corner with a tin full of cupcakes and placed them on the counter, opening her arms and waiting for Kara to give her a hug. Alex nudged her forward and Kara shuffled over and leant into Maggie. She wasn’t ready for full hugs yet, so all she did was lean into her body. It worked the same, because Maggie would always wrap her arms around Kara.

“Congrats, Little Danvers.”

“Thank you.”

“Hey Kara, I got you a present.”

“I got a present?”

“Close your eyes.”

Kara’s hands flew up to her face and she started humming, rocking her body back and forth. She waited there a few seconds and tried to listen really closely, but whatever Clark was grabbing was very quiet. She waited a few more seconds before feeling a tap on her shoulder, which she knew was a signal to open her eyes.

“Lena!”

The blonde went straight to Lena, smiling widely as she bought the brunette CEO in for a hug. She could vaguely hear Maggie make some sort of comment about how she never got hugs, and stuck her tongue out at the detective. Lena laughed and Kara's heart fluttered. She wasn't sure why, but Lena's laugh was one of her most absolute favorite sounds in the whole wide world. She could listen to Lena laugh for hours on end and not get tired of it. That was one thing she loved about Lena. That she could hang out with her and do normal people things. Lena didn't see her as just an autistic girl. No, Lena saw her for something more than what she was. Lena saw her for her true self, and it made Kara feel like a million bucks. Gone were the days of everyone faking being Kara's friend, and now she could hang out with her people and not have to worry about who she was. It was amazing. Lena was amazing. Everything was perfect.

For now.

#kara danvers one shot #kara danvers fanfiction #lena luthor fanfiction #lena luthor x kara danvers #kara danvers x lena luthor #autistic!kara danvers #an i (queue) of 187

[alextheheartbreakprince]

Lena Luthor headcanon :

(based on the idea of an autistic Lena)

I recently read that ptsd can cause similar behavior than autism. And you cannot tell me Lena didn't get ptsd from living with the Luthors.

#supercorp #supergirl #lena luthor #supergirl headcanons

[protectthevulnerable]

@storyofwhoiam || continued from here​

[Text: K. Sharma] You don’t think I’m that cruel, do you? [Text: K. Sharma] [IMAGE] [Text: K. Sharma] Do you think I’ve upped my cool factor at all?

#// pic is of Lena wearing a leather jacket! She's prob in some dorky position that's supposed to be vaguely cool lol #// They are genuinely asking if they look cool lol but they're also trying to Lead Up to sexy and hoping they're not being autistic about it #// Which is genuinely always one of their worries in life #// But they're Trying to do away with the internalized ableism #storyofwhoiam. #replies. #muse. lena luthor #character. kalinda sharma #verse. tbd