#but really... when did supergirl get so lame?

[artaxlivs]

Were they kidding with this bullshit? Like, seriously? So many gates opening up to different dimensions now that there were too many for Supergirl to close and this? This is what they got? Fuck this. Seriously.

"Are you a virgin?" Mike asked like the total little dickhead he is.

"So what if I am? Aren't you? And the rest of your little friends?" Eddie sniped back at the rude little bastard but then, he blanched, "actually, don't answer that. I don't want to know."

Why did this have to be happening when Eddie was on a perimeter check?

Mike rolled his eyes like he couldn't believe how ridiculous Eddie was being, "Dumbass, we're children. Unicorns never go to innocent children in fairy tales. Because we're all innocent. They go to innocent adults. Virgins." He put far too much emphasis on the word because he is, as mentioned, a little dickhead.

"Listen, fuck you and the unicorn you rode in on. I'm not fucking innocent. I've done...things. Things I'm not gonna tell you about!" Eddie sputtered, crossing his arms and almost losing his precarious balance on the tree branch.

He needed to be careful because there was a unicorn circling underneath him. And not the beautiful, ethereal kind. It was beautiful, sure, but it had blood all over his muzzle and splattered across it's chest and on it's front hooves. Probably from the last virgin it had tracked down in god knows what dimension and trampled slash eaten to death. It's eyes were blazing red fire and it had fangs. Fangs. Fuck. That.

Eddie heard Steve sighing and then he flailed an arm from Eddie's tree branch to Robin and said, "It can't be trying to get you because you're a virgin, it's not going anywhere near Robin!"

The girl in question squeaked. Her ears and cheeks went bright red. All three of them turned to look at her.

"Wait, what? Was it you know who? From the...? You didn't tell me? When did you...?" Steve asked cryptically, shedding absolutely no light on who Buckley was knocking boots with.

"Yes after we met at the...place." Robin supplied lamely and then bared her teeth and said through them, "After. But before we went back in to fight Henry slash Vecna slash One." She shrugged and let out a hysterical sounding giggle. "It was...End of the World Sex. Just in case, you know?"

"Ohhhh I'm so proud of you!" And oddly, Steve really did sound proud. Which was weird. Eddie was pretty sure Robin was gay which meant the caginess was in reference to a girl but the fact that Steve was so supportive was a little suprising.

Without actively thinking about the repercussions, Eddie's mouth decided to test that theory, "Well damn, wish I'd have thought of that. Steve - want to deflower me so this unicorn leaves me alone?" The hysterical giggle Eddie let out rivaled Robin's.

Slowly Steve turned back to him but before he could reply, Mike scoffed, "You are his type. Skinny, big bushy hair, big eyes, you and Nancy both talk like everyone is just waiting to listen to you to speak." He rolled his eyes, "Annoying."

"Rude!" Eddie tilted his head thoughtfully, "You know what though? I'm fine with it. Nancy Wheeler is a badass and I want to be her when I grow up. Or when I get down from this tree." Eddie cringed, staring down as the unicorn stopped and looked up, one of it's flaming eyes bore into him. It neighed, shaking it's gorgeous mane but also splattering little droplets of blood everywhere.

Gross. So gross.

"Huh. Now that you mention it..." Robin stared up at Eddie thoughtfully, "I totally see it."

Steve just dragged his hand down his face and glared at the angry unicorn, "Okay, we need a real plan because Eddie isn't coordinated enough to have sex in a tree." He put his hands on his hips like a baseball mom wondering if she brought enough orange slices and Shastas for the whole team. "Do we know any other adult virgins to lure this one away?"

Mike snorted, "Those are probably more rare than the unicorn.'

Eddie flipped him off, "You're rolling at disadvantage on all charisma and persuasion checks for the rest of time."

"We'll have to find a new DM when the unicorn gores you anyway," Mike shrugged. "Whatever."

Then he wandered off. Just walked away, like Eddie wasn't two feet away from being mauled by a feral beast who's name was probably Glitter Sparkle or some shit. What a dickhead.

Looking away from the unicorn, Eddie watched Robin wave Steve over and whisper to him. They had a hushed conversation for several minutes while Eddie yelled things like, "Wanna share with the class?" and "Good friends don't make shitty plans in secret!" But they ignored him. Bastards.

Until Steve turned to the tree and asked, "By 'things' what do you mean?"

What?

"Harrington, what the hell are you talking about?"

"You said you've done 'things' but not had sex. What things?" Steve brushed a hand through his miraculously still perfect hair, and sighed, obviously frustrated, "We're trying to figure out what the unicorn considers virginity. Robin's never..." He petered off and glanced back at her and then over at Mike who was half way down the block with his radio out, sitting on a bench with his back to them, probably telling everyone that Eddie still had his V card. Traitor.

He was too far away for them to hear his conversation so he was probably too far for theirs.

Robin cleared her throat. "I've never had, you know, penetrative sex. Just...um...uh...third base!" She squeaked again and then covered her face with her hands.

"You're being extremely weird about sex talk while a blood covered unicorn is stalking me like a jungle cat!" Eddie informed her. "Oral. Just say oral sex, you weirdo!"

"Ok fine!" She shouted, "I've given and reciprocated oral sex! Jesus." Then she crossed her arms and grumbled under her breath, tapping one foot on the grass.

Eddie couldn't help it. He laughed with glee. "Was she cute?"

Robin sputtered, mouth dropping in shock.

What? Did she think she was a subtle lesbian? Because she wasn't. Not at all. Her high tops had boobs drawn on them like some twelve year old boy just hitting puberty. He rolled his eyes.

Steve looked up at Eddie then. His eyebrows were arched in that way they get when he's thinking up a plan. They're not always good plans but he carries them out and everyone usually lives so, Eddie could do worse. "Well - Big Boy?" Steve's lips twitched in a smile at using Eddie's nickname for him. "I'm guessing when you said you've done 'things,' you were lying?"

"Yeah, duh." Eddie retorted, snapping in his irritation and mounting fear. Mounting, ha. Like a horse and like sex. Mounting. He bit his lip to contain the very poorly timed giggle.

Robin rolled her eyes, grabbed Steve's arm and gave him a severe 'be careful' look and then hustled over to where Mike was sitting. When Steve tucked his bat into his backpack and started to creep around the tree, he realized she was giving them privacy. Holy shit.

The unicorn didn't even acknowledge Steve's presence as he skirted around it and climbed the tree, grunting and complaining under his breath how nobody better call him the Virginsitter because he swears to God. Then the rest of his grumbling got lost, buried under the sound of Eddie's heart pounding in his ears.

Holy shit.

And that's how Eddie lost his mythically constructed virginity in a tree to Steve Harrington who was apparently bisexual and very, very good at blowjobs.

Neither of them even noticed which way the unicorn went.

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #feral unicorns #it's a thing #I'm making it a thing #virginity is a man made construct to place value on a women's virtue and fuck that nonsense

[fyonahmacnally]

20 Questions More

This is a deeper and more detailed version of the 20 questions for AO3 fanfic writers. Thanks to @casualsavant for the tag. I'm not even sure I did the first 20 Questions round, but rules be damned.

1) How do you keep getting ideas for your ship/fandom?

Well, like anything I write, I get ideas from everything around me - they come to me from dreams, something I see, from random prompts, etc. As most writers know, we are simply the vessel, it's the brain goblins that tell us what to do.

2) Which authors inspire you in your fandom, and why are they so freakishly good?

Geez, we have so many in the Supercorp/Supergirl fandom. I'm not even sure that's a fair question. HA. I will inevitably leave someone out, but here are a few of my favorites @searidings, @jazzfordshire, @chaotic-super, @lovesastateofmind1, @innamorament0, @someoneyouloved93, @lostariels, @luthordamnvers, @thornedrose44, and @fazedlight. I read such a variety of genres, tags, and tropes that I will give almost anything a chance so the authors I read will vary. There's oh so many to choose from in this fandom and the vast talent is beyond imagination!

3) Aside from the characters of your main ship, who are the characters you love to write?

Hmmm, I like writing Sam, Andrea, and Jack. The rest of the main cast is fun too, but those three characters are fun to explore in fics. The shenanigans they get into together makes it easy to play with.

4) Are there pairings or tropes you know for sure you'd never write about? Which ones?

Karamel, Lames, and Kalex. I am pretty open-minded, but those are my hard limit ships. To each their own. It's not my thing at all. I'm pretty open to tropes, too. Haven't had a chance to explore too many yet.

5) What is your writing process and why is it cursed?

I'm not sure how to answer this one, really. It can vary depending on what's going on in my life and how the idea came about.

Generally speaking, I get an idea, outline the basic premise of the story (usually in a word or google doc), do whatever research is needed (longer fics), and just start writing (or staring at the outline and empty doc). That's writing too, ask any writer. LOL

One shots tend to be more like: get idea, sit at desk thinking while blank doc stares back at me tauntingly, look out window, turn back to blank doc, write three sentences, back space all three sentences, look out window again, write three more sentences, repeat previous steps, then the brain goblins take over and suddenly it's 4 hours later, somehow there's several thousand words staring back at me.

6) What is your favorite part of your writing process?

Because I am a huge nerd, the research. I love to research the things I write. Not all of my stories require it, but when they do, I dive right in. Completing the story is a big one too. The anxiety and excitement that comes with yeeting something into the ether is indescribable.

7) What’s the weirdest thing you’ve had to research for a fic?

Weirdest thing...pagan rituals and ancient runes or bondage/fetish clubs in Amsterdam. There is some really interesting things out there. I learned a lot during that time.

8) Is there a particular writing rule you struggle with (grammar, spelling, tense, reality in general)?

I think tense is one that slips on me. I try to catch them all during rereads and edits, but those little bastards are sneaky.

9) What was your hardest scene to write so far and why?

The panic attacks and abuse scenes relating to Lena in Carterhaugh-Wood Academy (CWA). Lena is my absolute favorite character and writing anything that causes her harm hurts my soul.

10) Have your characters ever done something you didn’t expect, changing your plot completely?

Is water wet? My characters always do what the brain goblins want despite my initial protest. I am just here to convey the message, after all.

11) If you could converse with any of the characters, who would it be and why?

Oh, hands down, Lena. I wouldn't pass up a chance to speak with any of them, let's be real, but Lena would be #1.

12) What are some of the tropes or themes that you find yourself returning to in your writing?

I am by nature a fluff and happy-ending writer. However, I am working on an angst with a happy ending fic at the moment. The tropes I have written so far have been limited to friends to lovers and a little light angst with happy ending. I'm still exploring other things. Hopefully 2024 will be the year I can flex my writing muscles and expand into new territory.

13) What's your most important resource as a writer?

Friends and other writers. Nothing beats a good brainstorming session with writer pals. I also like to do improv writing to boost creativity. You never know where a story will go when that happens.

14) Can you share some of your strategies for editing and revising your work?

The strategy depends on the story. For longer fics, I have a few writer friends that help with reading over it and helping with typos, grammar errors, and helping fluff up the places that need it. For one shots or shorter fics, I will let it sit for a bit, go back and read it again to do the editing and rewrite the places that my brain doesn't like.

15) Which is worse: making the summary, picking the tags, or the anxiety when you post your fic?

Oooof, definitely the posting anxiety. I usually immediately find something else to do so I don't obsess over it.

16) How do you define success for your fanfic - hits? Kudos? Comments? Bookmarks? Or just if you like it?

Hits, kudos, and comments are always fun and rewarding, but I write for my own enjoyment and sanity. I have plenty of fics that barely get any love, but I enjoy writing them. It's therapeutic for me. The rest is just noise. Also, like any writer, I love to hear from readers and try to respond to all my comments because they mean a lot to me.

17) Do you have a playlist for your favorite character/ship?

Sometimes, yes. It depends on what I am writing and how I am feeling. Most of the time it is instrumental piano and/or cello music because I will start accidentally typing the lyrics of a regular playlist. If I am going for a specific vibe or writing because of a specific song, I will have the song on repeat or at least an album by the artist.

18) If fan art was going to be made from your work, which fic would you pick and which fan artist would you like to create it?

SCBB delivered that on a platter for me. CWA got art from the multi-talented @bigmammallama5. If you haven't seen it, you can check it out here.

19) How many WIPs do you currently have?

13 total with another one that is in the planning stages.

20) What's your advice to new fanfic writers?

Write for yourself. If you love it, it brings you enjoyment, and adds to your life, continue doing it. You're not going to please everyone and there will be people who are less than kind about something you publish. Those voices don't matter. There is someone out there that has read or will read your work and it will stick with them for the rest of their lives. Always do it for you.

Tagging but no pressure: @lovesastateofmind1 @casualkoalatea @fabulousglitch and @sssammich

#20 questions more #ao3 writer #ask me stuff #writer #writing #fic writing #fyonahmacnally #Mac things

[supercorpkid]

He’ll never love you (like I do)

Supergirl, Lena Luthor x Reader, Kara Danvers x Reader, Alex Danvers, James Olsen, Sam Arias.

Word Count: 3120.

Notes: prompt by @thebifisignal. It took me forever but here it is. The heartbreak of being left for James Olsen is worst than a normal one guys.

Superfriends group text:

Kara: Guys, game night tomorrow at my apartment. 

Alex: Great! I’ll invite Sam.

Lena: Is James coming as well?

Kara: He just said he’ll be there!

Lena: Great! See you guys tomorrow.

You furrow your brows at Lena’s text, surprised and utterly confused. Why is she asking about James and not about you, her own girlfriend? You look at your calendar on your work desk, knowing you can’t join the game night because you have a meeting.

Y/N: Sorry guys, can’t make it. I have to work. 

Kara: Aw no. Should we reschedule?

Y/N: No, don’t worry about it. I’ll go to the next one.

Kara: Alright, but if you want me to go pick you up at any time during the game night, let me know.

Alex: You’ll be missed, Y/N. But don’t worry, we’ll take care of Lena for you.

Lena: I can take care of myself.

Ok. Alright. You immediately shoot Lena a text to know if everything is alright. Lena was never one to need anyone to bring her flowers or climb her tower, but still she is usually more sweet than that. She answers with a dry, ‘yes, going into a meeting now’, and you swallow deep. Have you done something?

Sure, you’ve been working a lot, but that’s no excuse. Lena always works a lot herself and this was never a problem for the two of you.

You don’t make it to game night, and on the weekend Lena comes up with a lame excuse not to see you and you decide not to push, afraid this might drive her further away from you. But if you’re being honest, you’re starting to get worried. Even with Kara reassuring you that Lena seems fine. 

Must be a little bump in the relationship, you try to convince yourself. You should give her the space she needs.

You go to the next game night, a week later. Lena is already there and she is sitting extremely close to James. You feel a lump on your throat when she says they’ll be partners for the night, but you don’t fight her on it. 

So you pair up with Winn, and end up winning more games than you ever did when you were partners with Lena. Except that winning doesn’t matter at all to you and you’d rather lose all night and have her smile at you like she is smiling at James, than winning at this term.

When everyone just gets really tired of competing and playing games, and you all fall into a comfortable conversation about your lives, and what’s going on with National City (nothing good, really. There’s barely ever anything good happening here), you think Lena is going to come back closer to you and talk, instead she sighs loudly when she notices you’re staring and that’s all.

“Hey,” Sam whispers in your ear when everyone else is distracted by Kara enthusiastically telling a story. “What’s up with you and Lena?”

“I don’t know. I was hoping you could tell me.” You look at her, and she furrows her brows. “Has she mentioned being mad at me or something?”

“Not really.” Sam thinks about it for a second. “To be honest, she hasn’t mentioned you in a while.”

“Oh.”

“Are you two on a break?”

“If we are, then I think she forgot to mention it to me.” You feel stupid and completely out of place.

 When you first started dating Lena you knew it wasn’t a good idea to date someone from your group of friends. But the attraction and respect between the two of you was undeniable, and everyone in the group encouraged you two to get together. But now, now you see why you had your doubts in the first place.

When the night ends, you run after Lena before she leaves without saying a word directed at you.

“Lena!” You call her, but she doesn’t stop walking. “Lena, hey! Wait a second.”

She stops, giving you a loud sigh. “What, Y/N?”

“What’s wrong?” You try to hold her arm, but she moves away. “We haven’t seen each other in a week, then you act like you don’t even know me, and what was that whole thing with James?”

Lena blinks at you, like that’s a good answer, or like if maybe you don’t even deserve one. “Y/N, I’m so tired.”

“Of what?”

“This.” She points at the two of you. “This conversation and us and – Look, we should leave this for later.”

“Later when, Lena? You’ve been avoiding me for an entire week!” 

You hear someone clearing the throat and you look behind yourself to find James there. He forces a smile, and excuses himself so he can walk down the stairs.

That should be all. It should be James feeling embarrassed to see you and Lena having an argument on the staircase (or trying to have one), but you can tell there’s more. There’s more to it. You can feel the tension between them. They share a look as if they were more than friends, as if they were allies. It’s funny how they say nothing to each other or to you, but they don’t have to because the whole moment was so tension-filled that it already says everything. 

“Shit.” It’s your only reaction. You let yourself fall on your butt, sitting on one of the steps when James is out of sight. “Shit, Lena.”

She looks at you, totally aware of why you’re saying this. She knows. She can see how much you know and yet she does nothing to deny it. Nothing to ease your mind. Nothing at all.

“You're leaving me for him, aren’t you?” It’s not like you don’t know already, but yet you need confirmation. You need an admission for it to feel real.

Lena bites her lower lip. Then she looks at her hand, ignoring your gaze. “I’m – Yeah.” She breathes out. “Yes, I am.” 

Your heart stops on your chest. God, you did not see that coming. So you miss one game night and she replaces you like that? She switches partners not only to play games, but to live her life with? How did that happen? How did it happen so fast? Unless… It didn’t.

“What happened?” You look up to her. She doesn’t look like your Lena. She looks small and so distant, it’s like you can feel this barrier around her. “How did we ever come to this?”

“We grew apart.”

“In a week?” You can’t hold the surprise in your voice, because things were not this bad a week ago, at least not for you, and if it was so bad for her why didn’t she mention it sooner?

“I can’t explain, I just don’t feel the same way about you anymore. Or about him.” 

“You know he will never love you like I do, right?”

“Y/N.” That’s all she says. She says your name and it says it all. So sardonic and sharp, it leaves no margin for wondering. You agree with your head reading her perfectly. 

She doesn’t care about that, she doesn’t care about the fact that you love and respect her like no one ever will. She doesn’t care that you completely understand what it is like to be a woman in this business, because you are one yourself. She doesn’t care that you respect her space, and that you took your time to break down her barriers and open up to someone. Lena doesn’t care that you are the first person she truly trusted in years. 

And you feel stupid.

Stupider than you’ve ever felt. 

She is leaving you for James Olsen. Which only makes this whole thing a lot worse. 

You get up, passing her and running down the stairs so she doesn’t see the tears springing on your eyes.

To be honest, you’ve never expected this to happen. It’s not like you were planning to marry Lena, although you did think there was a great possibility of that to happen. But what you didn’t expect at all was her breaking your heart like this. Especially not after everything the two of you went through. 

And God, for everyone she could leave you for… James Olsen? That fucking idiot who doesn’t even believe in her. Who judged her because of her name on several occasions. Who broke her trust and lied to her before. 

She is leaving you for the most absurd, worst suitor possible. Which leaves you feeling like crap. There’s too much stuff running wild in your mind, on the ride back home. Too much stuff leaving you hollow and devastated.

Oh, how much you despise him.

Despise is a strong word, you know that. It’s not James’ fault. You try to tell yourself while your brain floods with images of you shooting daggers at him. He stole Lena from you. 

But that’s not what happened, was it? Lena cannot be stolen. Cannot be whisked away like she can’t make her own decisions. No. Despite all of your anger and your fury, and your clouded judgments; Despite the fact that this is just another reason for you to hate his entire being, you can’t be unfair.

It was her who made this decision. Hell, it was her who let her feelings for him change, and her feelings for you disappear. It was her who decided to break your heart and not even dignify you with the truth before you connected the dots. It was Lena who decided to throw all that you guys built out of the window and move on with her life as if you weren’t there to begin with.

And you try to do the same. You do. You leave the Superfriend group chat, throw yourself into work, into alcohol, into sadness. You cut ties with everyone related to Lena, with all of your friends too. You ask your assistant to send her assistant a box with all of the stuff you could find in your apartment that belongs to her, and if you leave behind the sweater she wore the first time she stayed over, well, then that’s just you doing a crappy job, isn’t it?

You stop leaving the house, scared you might run into her and James at some restaurant or Kara’s apartment. You don’t go to CatCo, even when you miss your best friends because you know you will see him there. And the world goes on, and on.

The silence from all the ends grows heavy, interminable, and it says too much even when it's not saying anything at all. Your friends are on their side. They agree you should be left. They agree James is better for her. They agree you're the odd one out and they are leaving you too.

And God, you wonder if all of this pain is going to go away someday. You wonder if the relationship was real in the first place, or whether it was just an act to love you from her end. And you wonder if this pain is for nothing.

You snap out of it when the doorbell rings. Clean your tears, and hide your bottles. Toss Lena’s sweater under a cushion and let your hair down. Then you make your way to the door.

She looks at you in pity. Kara’s blue eyes are filled with sadness and warmth, but also pity. And you hate that. 

“You’re not picking up my calls.” She states as to why she is here unannounced, before you even have a chance to ask her. “And I cannot let you do this.”

“Do what, not pick up my phone?” You bicker and she winces at your harshness. But this is Kara, and that’s not enough to push her away. So, instead, she steps inside your apartment.

“That, too. But I cannot let you do this.” She walks to the bottles of alcohol you just hid behind the couch. You roll your eyes at her x-ray vision, and the clear invasion of privacy. “Hide and suffer alone.”

“Well, I am alone.” Your tone is accusatory, and completely unnecessary. Kara didn’t leave you for James. She didn’t break your heart and left you wondering what was wrong with you and if you did something unacceptable. 

She comes back to where you are, because you still haven’t moved. Kara’s hands go to your arms, stroking the length of it, careful and shielding. “You are not alone. I’m right here.”                 

“Kara.” You argue with her name alone. Too tired and drunk for more. 

“It will get better.” Kara says, sadly and hopeful. And you want to laugh at her for still being able to say this after the whole thing that just happened. But you also want to yell, scream-cry and fall on the floor in a hyper-ventilating crying that would make anyone pity your situation. You do none. You breathe deep.

“But this doesn’t make it better right now.” 

She agrees with her head, and pulls you in for a hug. You don’t fight her on it, but you don’t hug her back. Yet, you feel completely safe and loved inside her embrace, which allows your angry tears to leave your eyes and soak her button-up shirt. She doesn’t let go, though. She would never.

You don’t know how, or when, you two moved to the couch. But you notice the change of positions when she kneels in front of you, hand on your knee.

“What happened?” Kara’s other hand goes to your face, trying to wipe out some tears. But your own hands are in the way, hiding your face and your shame for crying over a woman who just left you like you were nothing. It takes a few minutes for Kara to ask again. “Honey, what happened? Why did Lena tell me she hopes it hurts?”

“She did?” Your crying is put to stop, although the tears are still rolling down your cheeks. “She left me for him, stabbed me in the back, and she hopes it hurts?”

“What?” Kara’s brows quirks. “She – What?”

“Left me for James.” You think about the absurdity of it all. About the pain and the crisis you just fell into because of her. Because of him. And you laugh sharp and sour. “She left me for James fucking Olsen, Kara.”

“She – She couldn’t.” But at the same time that her voice is incredulous, her face is filled with anger and ire. Looking like she could spit fire instead of freeze air. Like she might be capable of breaking them like twigs. 

She blinks one lonely tear, as if she can feel what you’re feeling and you wipe your own face clean, aggressively. 

“Well, you can tell her that it doesn’t anymore.” You resolve, with new found strength and petulance. “I won’t allow her to leave me in pieces.”

You can’t believe you let this situation keep you up at night. You can’t believe you let that woman break your every heartbeat.

Kara holds your neck, pulls your face onto her shoulder, and you bury your nose on the crook of her neck, breathing her in. “I’m on your side. I’m with you. And you’ll never be alone.” She whispers a promise, kissing your temple softly and loving. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

“Thanks, Kara.” You whisper too, pulling back, until your forehead is resting against hers.

“It will stop hurting, and it will get better. And I’ll be by your side until it does. And when it does… I’ll be right here.” She blinks at you like she is saying something else. “I will not break your heart or your trust.” She whispers. “I will not leave you.” 

And you blink too, unaware of what it could be. Confused as to why she is making sure you know all that. And she sees the confusion crossing your face, so she kisses your forehead, loving but respectfully. 

“Let’s start with getting you sober, and out of this crisis.” She smiles, making way to your cabinets, and your coffee pot. “Wanna take a shower while I get this ready?”

“Okay.” You whisper, baffled by the change of her demeanor, but not ready to get into that just yet.

Nia comes on the very next day. And not long after Alex texts and a game night is quickly arranged at your apartment. Lena and James are not invited, but everyone else is. They don’t bring out their names, though Sam lets it slide that Kara has cut all ties with them. 

You don’t tell Kara she didn’t have to. She knows she didn’t. And there’s nothing you can say that would change Kara Danvers’ mind anyways. 

You strive to get better. Some days you don’t even remember who Lena Luthor was, and some other times… Well, you try to cry alone under your blankets so Kara doesn’t hear you, but every time without fail, the depression session turns into a sleepover and you forget about Lena once again.

They break up after a few months. You don’t keep up with the news about her, but sometimes you hear things, no matter how much your friends try to shield you from it. You don’t want Lena to be sad, but you’re glad to know you were right. He could never love her like you did.

He almost dies and Kara tells you she is going to visit him, as if she is asking for permission to do so. You fear for what this could mean. Ties are being mended and maybe that means that she is not with you, like she promised. But she comes back. And she doesn’t break your trust. 

It stops hurting, and Kara is still here. She doesn’t break your heart, like she said she wouldn’t. Instead, she helps you heal it. She patches it up and aids it. And never once you are left alone. 

It takes you a few months but you finally get it. You get what she meant in her whisper.

Kara is not leaving, because real love doesn’t flee. It doesn’t expire or grows apart. It grows together in the same direction. It doesn’t leave you alone with a deep cut and a nightmarish heartbreak. No. It nurses your heart back to health, sure it will be able to love again. Real love waits for its turn and, when the time comes, holds onto the chance. 

And it never, ever, breaks your heart and your trust, nor leaves you. 

#supergirl #kara x reader #kara danvers #lena x reader #lena luthor #james olsen #sam arias #angst

[tvtalk247]

SPOILERS - The Flash Series Finale Thoughts

- The actor that plays Eddie looks lame AF as the villain. It’s not working for me.

- They should’ve used the writers from Superman and Lois to write these fight scenes because no. I swear they didn’t even try to make it look interesting. They all defeated the other big bads within 2 minutes. Although, we were forced to watch them fight them before for a whole season. Lol but somehow they all are powerful on their own without Barry now.

- I’m only 16 minutes in so I’m sure something about to change.

- Oh look, another superhero show acting like killing or letting a bad guy die is the worst thing in the world. They will want the superhero to sacrifice their family and friends and countless innocent bystanders just so they can look to be the better person.

- Eddie smashed the gem. So that’s over quickly too. Still half the episode left. So for, this is one lame ass series finale.

- oh they are explaining why Thawne didn’t kill Chuck when he clearly should’ve died. He randomly got powers too now 🙄

- This story they gave Caitlin’s DID is ridiculous too. I’m just going to ignore tbh.

- Oh now she’s back. 🙄 she should’ve been here all season instead of this stupid storyline. That tumblr page that said the actress basically bribed the writers to get more screen time…. I wouldn’t even be surprised if true. Because this storyline is bonkers. It’s like they took every note and idea she might’ve had and made it happen.

- 10 points for playing old school Mary J Blige in one scene though.

- Not Joe making Nora’s birth party about him and Cecile. That’s like the biggest no no. Don’t propose at someone else’s party without asking first. Truly just don’t. Lol

- lol so are we going to pretend like it didn’t end horrible seasons ago when random people got new powers? Oh ok. Good idea, Barry 🙄🙄

- I know I’ve barely like this last season but I was really hoping this series finale would’ve made me a little sad that it was ending. Just be a decent send off. Like Supergirl. I hated the last 2 season but that series finale was perfect. I’m not getting that from The Flash.

- keep these writers away from the rest of my shows 🫢🫢😂😂🥴🥴

#the flash spoilers #cw the flash #the flash

[brittanaforeverandeveramen]

lmao batwoman over there getting minimally clothed lesbian sex scenes and we’re over here in the supercorp fandom having a fucking celebration because our ship is going to shake hands.......

#these writers dont deserve our thirst #but really... when did supergirl get so lame? #supercorp

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Supercorp AU where they're finally about to cross that final line and hook up but before they can Lena panics and claims she has a cat she needs to feed, and Kara's like-- you got a cat?!? And you didn't tell me?? Let me meet them!

And Lena has to fib how the cat is super shy and doesn't like strangers and it's still really new and yada yada.

It works, except now Kara thinks she has a cat and Lena has to keep up the pretense and it starts weighing on her so after a few weeks she's like UGH fine if I get a cat now it won't really be a lie, right?

So she goes to the shelter to adopt one, and--

Kara is there.

Kara is there dropping off a cat she rescued from a tree, still in full Supergirl regalia, and before Lena can turn and bail Kara catches sight of her.

Kara's entire face lights up in delight.

"Lena, hey! I didn't know you were going to be here... wait, did you adopt your guy from here? Which one did you match with? Fred? Minnie? Starr?"

Because Supergirl spends a lot of time at the shelter, Lena finds out.

Of course, Lena is too panicked to think of a way to fib her way out of it, which means Kara's smile dims into a look of concern.

"Wait... you... don't have a cat, do you?"

Lena bites her lip, shaking her head with her gaze glued to her feet.

"And you came here with the intention of getting one, because you told me you did?"

Bracing herself, Lena waits for the inevitable accusations, the sharp-- rightful-- outrage of betrayal and hurt. But to her surprise...

Kara laughs.

She laughs and laughs, until the shelter lobby rings with the sound of it, and Kara is doubled over with unrestrained guffaws.

Lena gives a nervous smile, chuckling in anxious mimicry as she tries to read the situation. This is nothing like she expected, to say the least.

Finally, Kara catches her breath and wipes the tears from her eyes. "Sorry, sorry! I just--" She giggles again. "That's just too funny."

"Yeah," Lena offers lamely.

Kara sobers then, her features growing serious as her voice lowers. "So that means-- the other night..."

Lena grimaces.

"I made you feel uncomfortable," Kara concludes.

With a jolt, Lena comes to her senses. "No! No, not uncomfortable. Just... it was happening really fast, and-- I'm sorry, rationally I know that I could have just told you that, and you would have understood, but in the moment I... totally panicked."

Kara gives her a warm, soft smile. "Well, maybe we can try that again. Slower, this time."

"I'd like that," Lena confirms.

Agreement reached, Kara straightens, planting her hands on her hips in classic Supergirl fashion.

"Well, you're here. Might as well introduce you to the kitties."

Hearing the word kitties spill incongruously from hero's lips almost makes her laugh, but it freezes in Lena's throat when she realizes that Kara is dead serious.

"Oh, I--"

"Nope," Kara heads her off, already turning to lead her towards the cat area. "You came for a cat, so you're gonna leave with a cat."

Three hours later, Lena leaves with the cat Kara rescued from the tree, a young tricolored girl named Cinnamon.

Curled up on the couch later that night with Cinnamon on her lap and Kara snoring softly on her shoulder, Lena can't help but rue the fact she'd ever felt nervous at all.

#supercorp #cat adoption au #cat fib au #early supercorp

[c-optimistic]

Fun promt: Kara thinking she is ill and asking Alex to check her over because she gets red anf has sweaty hands when Lena is around

It starts like this: a racing heart, trembling fingers, and an irresistible urge to lock eyes, no matter how awkward or unwarranted such a thing may be.

Clark looks at her in confusion the first time he notices it—shockingly enough, fairly early in her affliction. She’s spent far more time with Lena as Kara than as Supergirl, and she’s still not quite sure how to act around the woman who’d somehow become her best friend when she’s in the suit. She thinks that’s half the problem, that uncertainty around Lena, and that’s where the symptoms originate.

It’s new, it’s strange, and this whole situation is making Kara feel some kind of way. Lena is mumbling something about her mother, Lillian Luthor is rolling her eyes and making a snarky comment back, and Kara is trying to regulate her breathing, control her heart beat, and avoid Clark’s eyes all at once.

(It’s not possible.

Mostly because she finds herself increasingly focused on Lena’s movements, on the words coming out of her mouth, on the way her eyes flick between the crest on Kara’s chest and Lillian Luthor’s sneer.

It’s not possible, and Clark does her a kindness by not mentioning it—not that day, and not anytime later, remaining entirely silent on the issue.)

It escalates like this: her previous symptoms are accompanied by harder to hide physical reactions. Her hands are sweaty, her cheeks are red, and when Lena gives her those looks (those looks, the ones that should be illegal, the ones that set Kara’s blood on fire), she feels rather faint.

But there’s so much between them—between Kara and Lena, between Supergirl and the CEO of L-Corp, between the Kryptonian and the Luthor—that it’s hard to take a moment to figure out what the symptoms mean (hard to even notice that she feels them almost exclusively when she’s in Lena’s presence, and sometimes when she catches glimpses of Lena on television or in the paper).

(Nia notices the symptoms by accident. Or perhaps she merely dreams about it, Kara isn’t sure. But Nia doesn’t seem to think of it as anything serious, winking at Kara knowingly whenever Lena is around.

Somehow this worries Kara more.)

It comes to a head like this: they mend their relationship and go back to their easy friendship, except everything is different. Lena’s touch feels like an electric shock, her hugs leave Kara sagging into her, and just a whiff of Lena’s perfume leaves Kara breathless. (Through it all, she still has the racing heart, the trembling fingers, the irresistible urge to lock eyes. She still has to wipe her sweaty hands on her pants, turn her head when she knows it’s become far too red, and giggles nervously to hide the fact she’s feeling faint.)

“Are you all right, Kara?” Lena asks one day, clearly having noticed all the symptoms long ago, but choosing an unremarkable night at Kara’s apartment to finally bring them up. Kara swallows hard, wishing she could look away from Lena’s green, green eyes.

(She wonders, idly, if perhaps that’s what’s causing her symptoms—Lena’s green eyes.

She wonders, but only for a brief moment. Kryptonite, after all, didn’t leave her feeling like she can take on any challenge the way Lena’s eyes do.)

“I think I’m coming down with something,” Kara manages to say, biting her lip. She’s never felt this way before. Could it be an alien bug? Some sort of Kryptonian cold? Perhaps that’s why Clark had remained silent when he first noticed it.

“Really?” Lena asks, reaching out and placing her hand on Kara’s forehead, the simple action being the catalyst for several reactions: Kara’s breath hitched, her skin felt feverish, and she had the sudden, outrageous urge to step closer to Lena. “You feel fine to me,” she continues, her breath hot on Kara’s face, making her eyes flutter close without her consent. The urge to be closer becomes almost impossible to resist, and Kara forces herself to pull away from Lena’s touch.

“Definitely sick,” she informs Lena as she opens her eyes and tries to ignore her racing heart and clammy hands. “I’ll see Alex about it tomorrow.”

x

Alex looks at her with a single raised eyebrow—a cross between a disappointed mother and a very amused older sister. They’re at the DEO, in the med bay, the sun lamp’s glaring light above her making Kara wince a little. But Alex had insisted they leave it on the second Kara had mentioned she felt a little under the weather.

Now, though, Alex looks like she regrets this whole conversation. (And maybe also wishes she was recording it.)

“Run that by me again,” she says, ducking her head and putting her hands on her hips.

“I said I think I’m sick.”

“Oh, I got that part. I want you to run the symptoms by me again. Slowly this time.” When Kara doesn’t immediately speak, Alex looks up with an expectant look, motioning with one of her hands for Kara to get on with it.

Kara runs through the symptoms once more, this time a little more slowly. She ends with what had Alex rolling her eyes in the first place, by mentioning she only feels the symptoms when she’s around Lena.

“Great, thanks. Now. How did you feel when you had a crush on James?” Alex asks, giving Kara a significant look.

“Crush? I don’t see how that’s relevant to—oh,” Kara mumbles, blinking rapidly.

“Yeah, oh,” Alex says, clearly trying not to laugh as she leans forward and places her hands on Kara’s shoulders. “How long have you had a crush on Lena?” When Kara can do nothing but take in a deep breath, Alex struggles not to laugh again. “That long, huh?”

“I didn’t notice,” Kara protests.

“Obviously.”

“Nia knew,” Kara realizes aloud. Alex snorts.

“Probably.”

“Oh gosh, Clark knew too!”

Alex can’t help it anymore; she breaks down into laughter, actual tears forming in her eyes.

x

Once Kara knows what she’s feeling, it’s a little bit easier to control the symptoms when she’s around Lena. Mostly, it’s because she can stop panicking as she desperately wonders why her heart is racing, and can instead just stare and think about how pretty Lena looks in the sunlight.

“You seem better. Did Alex figure out what was wrong?” Lena asks suddenly, sitting down on one of the park’s many benches. They’d taken to walking during their lunches together, figuring that they (namely Lena) couldn’t afford to have Big Belly Burger milkshakes and not try to get her 10,000 steps in.

“Oh,” Kara stutters, sitting down next to Lena, fidgeting with her glasses. “Yes, she did.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“Was it some rare alien virus? Can you catch human colds? What was wrong?” Lena sounds more curious about the science of it all than anything, but Kara’s long since learned not to let that get to her. She knows Lena cares, but she also knows that Lena’s a lot like her father, a scientist and researcher at heart.

“No, sorry. I wasn’t actually sick, apparently.”

“Oh?” Lena asks, her curiosity morphing. A smile plays at her lips, and that look (the one that sets Kara’s blood aflame) makes a stellar comeback. But rather than look away like she usually does, Kara leans into it, basking in the look, in the attention, in the feelings Lena’s able to elicit. “So what was wrong?”

“I have a crush.”

“A crush?” Lena repeats, sounding incredulous.

“Why, do you not do crushes?”

“No, because I’m approaching thirty,” Lena says, though she shifts on the bench so that she’s pressed against Kara’s side. “I don’t crush, I pine.”

“Pine? That’s somehow better?”

“Pining is more sophisticated, Kara,” Lena informs her, giving that look again. “So who are you crushing on?”

“You’re the sophisticated one, who are you pining for?”

For a moment, it doesn’t look like Lena will answer. But then Kara hears Lena’s heart do a strange stutter for a change, and Lena’s green eyes are focused on Kara’s face, and Kara is helpless to look away.

“You may know her, actually,” Lena says slowly, the edge of her hand pressing against Kara’s. “She’s blonde. Blue eyes. Her cousin is a reporter or something.”

“Oh,” Kara manages, realizing she’d hoped but hadn’t quite actually prepped herself should it happen. She feels faint again, feels the sweaty palms and the need to sag into Lena’s side. “She sounds nice,” Kara says lamely.

“Very nice,” Lena returns, looking amused. Kara is so helpless to look away. “I kept waiting for her to say something, for years it feels like, but she never did, so I assumed it was one sided. I didn’t realize she just hadn’t recognized what she felt.” Lena’s more than a little nervous, Kara can tell, and she takes Lena’s, well, perfect hand in her own sweaty one.

“Definitely not one sided,” she rushes out. “Just not used to having romantic feelings for someone.”

“So?” Lena prods after a moment, their eyes still locked.

“So what?”

“Who are you crushing on?”

Kara reaches out with her free hand and brushes a stray hair out of Lena’s face. “I should hope that it’s obvious that it’s you.”

#fanfic #supercorp #new #asks #anon #thanks for the prompt it was lovely

[whythinktoomuch]

Supergirl Mean Girls AU

Not only has Lena Luthor been home-schooled for most of her life, she’s also spent the last 15 years or so in Japan, where her tech extraordinaire parents had been tinkering away on various prestigious projects. But when a joint teaching position opens up at National City University—very competitive salary, tenure fast track, near unlimited funds for research, free education for any & all children—it’s too good of an offer to refuse. 

But Lena doesn’t quite fit in. Partially because she’s unfamiliar with American social norms, mostly because she tried to bond with another student in Japanese, only to find that Jess Chin was not in fact Japanese at all. 

It isn’t until her second week at school that Lena actually makes friends. Sam Arias is sharp, slightly abrasive and Jack Spheer is admittedly almost too gay to function, but they’re funny and most of their jokes seem to be directed at people who aren’t Lena, which is a blessing in and of itself. 

Then Lena meets the Plastics. 

It happens because she gets lost on her way to the frat house—even Google Maps was no match for her unrelenting unfamiliarity with the area—and apparently, women who arrive to a party late and unaccompanied were at constant risk of unwanted frat boy attention. After her tenth consecutive refusal to come on and just take the shot, Lena is about ready to just leave the place, her latest attempt at enculturation be damned. 

But just in the nick of time comes an unexpected wave of vitriol—scathing remarks, far nastier than anything even Sam would have said—all neatly packaged in the most casual of tones, and Lena watches in awe as the boys all quickly disperse, with their heads drooped and tails tucked between their legs. 

Her knight in shining plastic armor introduces herself as Andrea Rojas. 

“Are you here alone?” Andrea asks. 

Lena looks past Andrea’s shoulder, sees her friends in far corner, waving enthusiastically at her. “Uh.” 

“Well, you should sit with us then,” Andrea says, all matter-of-fact as she makes a Lena-sized space for her on the couch. 

And for some reason, Lena does. 

//

The Plastics are the worst. 

Or at least that’s what Sam insists on saying whenever they’re brought up, and she’s downright appalled when Lena admits that she actually enjoys hanging out with them. 

“Are you going to make me choose?” Lena asks. “Them or you and Jack?” 

Sam snorts. “No? What is this, high school? You can hang out with whoever you want, I don’t care.” She then raises an eyebrow meaningfully. Slyly. “But if you were to infiltrate the Plastics so as to help me destroy them from the inside out, I wouldn’t be opposed.” 

“But why would I ever agree to something like that?” 

“Pfft, lame,” Sam says, rolling her eyes. “Come on, let’s go buy me a coffee.” 

// 

There’s a girl in Lena’s advanced calculus class. A soccer player with blonde hair, big hands, and a smile bright enough to light up her entire well-proportioned face. Lena sits behind her, close enough to count each and every pink freckle dusting the back of her neck, an activity that Lena engages in at least three times every class. 

Her name is Kara. 

//

"Oh, you can’t like her.” 

Lena is so miffed that she actually stops eating. Because not only did Eve ask her to divulge her crush, which took a healthy amount of cajoling, but now she’s trying to tell Lena whom she can and cannot like. 

“If it’s ‘cause we’re both girls,” Lena starts, already bristling. 

“What? No, no one cares about that.” Siobhan gives an eyeroll so heavy that it could rival that of Sam’s. “She’s Andrea’s ex.” 

Lena’s stomach churns something terrible and strange as she takes in this new piece of information. “Oh.” 

“Yeah, oh.” Eve shakes her head with a slight giggle. “You’re so lucky that Andrea’s out sick today because this would have been so awkward!” 

“Yeah,” Lena says. “Really awkward.” 

“But don’t worry. We’re not going to tell anyone. Right, Siobhan?” 

Siobhan just gives a noncommittal hum and shrug, and Lena goes back to poking at her salad. 

// 

“Regret falling in with the Plastics yet?” Sam asks, when Lena apprises her of her latest dilemma. Jack tosses popcorn in Sam’s face and tells her to stop being so mean. 

//

“So... Siobhan told me about your little crush,” Andrea says, practically cornering Lena in the dining hall. 

Lena has to clench her jaw to keep it from dropping. “I wasn’t gonna, like, you know, I literally had no plans or any—”

“It’s fine,” Andrea sighs dramatically. “I don’t even care. We broke up like months ago and it’s not like she’s my property, right? If you like her and she likes you, you guys have my blessing, or whatever.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah, rea—oof!” 

It takes five whole minutes for Andrea to extricate herself from Lena’s sudden yet formidable embrace. 

//

Lena’s body is buzzing all over when she steps into the soccer house—her skin from the excitement, her head from the two hasty shots of tequila she took with Sam before leaving the dorms. 

Andrea had texted her not too long ago to invite her to the party, with promises of ample face time with one Kara Danvers, and Lena came all but running. 

"Is Kara here yet?” Lena asks eagerly, as soon as she finds the Plastics. 

“Oh, is she ever,” Siobhan muses, but doesn’t elaborate any further when Lena shoots her a confused frown. 

“Okay, so where is she?” 

“Around,” Andrea says with a casual shrug. “Oh, by the way, have you met my girlfriend?” 

And with that, she waves Kara over from the across the room before promptly tugging her down into a liplock that is as drawn out as it is inappropriate. Lena looks away after about two minutes. 

“They got back together a couple days ago,” Eve hastily explains to Lena under her breath. “Andrea wanted me to apologize to you for her... Sorry!” 

Lena just nods, eyes drifting father and farther away from the happy couple. Until Siobhan digs an elbow in her ribs. “Ow. What?” 

“I said,” Andrea starts, drawing Lena’s attention back to her, lips swollen but thankfully unattached to Kara’s, “don’t you agree with me, Lena?”

“About what?” 

Andrea rolls her eyes playfully. “Sorry, she can be such a space cadet sometimes,” she confides to Kara in a stage whisper. 

“What? No...” Kara says. “Lena’s in my calc class. She’s so super smart! Did you know tha—”

“Shh.” 

Andrea briefly touches her fingers to Kara’s lips, rendering her speechless, eyes fluttering slightly dazed and dopey. Lena feels her stomach protest, but doesn’t look away. 

“As I was saying...” Andrea says, turning back to Lena with a knowing triumphant grin. “So, my girlfriend was thinking about getting bangs, but I told her that it was a dumb idea. She looks better like this, with her hair pushed back.” She brushes Kara’s hair back with her hand as if to demonstrate. “Lena, please tell Kara that her hair looks sexy pushed back.” 

Lena watches as Andrea’s fingers continue their journey, running carelessly down the length of Kara’s long blonde hair, tugging possessively at the very end. 

“Your hair looks sexy pushed back,” Lena says flatly. 

“Oh.” For some reason, Kara blushes down to her neck. “Uh... Thanks!” 

“Yes. Thank you,” Andrea adds, eyebrow raised. 

Lena flashes a small smile. “Yup.” 

She looks away when Andrea and Kara start making out again. 

She finds a flimsy reason to leave soon after. 

// 

Lena spends the following day holed up in her dorm room, wallowing in her hangover and misery. 

At first, she doesn’t call Sam because she doesn’t need someone telling her something stupid like I told you so. But then, she does call Sam because maybe there was indeed a thing or two she might need from someone who’d say something mean like I told you so. 

“Yeah?” Sam barks into the phone in lieu of a proper greeting. 

“You know that thing you said about sabotaging the Plastics, destroying from the inside out?”

“Yeah?” 

“I’m in.”

#so... this 1.3k words for some reason? #but it's still technically a shitpost lol #my words.

[i-okamie]

How Did I End Up Here ? Ch3

When things slip away it's not always that obvious. It all comes soflty. Sometime you don't realize that you're breaking down before you've lost the pieces.

Ch 1  //  Ch 2  //  Ao3

Maybe she has hit her head harder than she thought. Lena knows that concussions usually happen few hours after the shock and not two days later, but she wouldn’t put it past fate to play yet another trick on her. Or maybe it is a fifth dimension being messing with her. Hadn’t Kara talked about some man from this dimension being able to bend the universe to his will? Whatever it is, she cannot figure out why of all things Kara would say that.

It’s not logical.

“What?” the word leaves Lena’s lips before she can stop it. She doesn’t understand Kara’s reaction.

She knows she looks bad. Poor Jess dropped all the papers she was preparing for the meeting with the investor when she saw her boss walking in. Battered. That’s the word she used once the initial shock had passed. And she had kept a close eye on the young woman since then, regularly finding excuses to walk in office, using the intercom to ask for her approval, and so on. But Lena isn’t surprised by the older woman mother like comportment, after all they have many hours working together. Now that she thinks about it, she should really give Jess a raise for still working for her after all the assassination attempts, her brother’s manipulation, and the daxamite invasion.

“Lena.” Kara reaches for her hand but stop midway, as if thinking better of it. “What happened to you?”.

What happened? Lena bristles internally.

What about discovering that the whole new life she has built in National City was based on lies? Or all the people stealing glances whenever she goes outside, waiting to see if she will finally turn out evil like the rest of her family? That the friends she thought she had finally found were never hers, but Kara’s and that they simply tolerated her? What about her brother using her again, knowing the young woman was so desperate to be accepted that few scraps of attention from him would have be at his beck and call? And how could she explain the sleepless nights spent grieving all what could have been with her sweet Kara Danvers, her little walking sunshine, for it to be replaced by Supergirl’s distrust and schemes to go behind her back?

Instead of saying any of it, the brunette decides to take a deep breath. Nothing good will come out of it, and she doesn’t have the energy to fight with the reporter today.

“I fell. You know I work a lot and sleep very little. I got up to fast and got lightheaded. You can probably figure out the rest of it.” She offers half the truth. That’s the best way to get Kara off her back quickly, and there is really no other way to explain the state of her face.

“What about the cut on your palm? There is nothing in your office that could have caused it, and I don’t picture you cooking on the rare times you get back home these days” Kara counters, raising a dubious eyebrow.

“Well” Lena starts, then pause. These days?

How does Kara know she barely set foot in her apartment anymore, desperate to avoid memories of easier times? Sure, the blonde woman remembers all the times she almost literally dragged her out of office, saying something about needing sun and fresh air like all humans do. But there is no way that the she could know that now Lena dutifully avoids going back to her place. Being a young woman running a company such as L-corp, she has plenty of excuses at the ready to stay in her office at night. Thinking about her apartment brings once again memories of the incident two nights ago … then it all makes sense. Kara’s slip up, her lame excuse to come check on her, the glass shard she found once she woke up.

“You were here, weren’t you?” she says softly, as if she was talking to herself more than the woman sitting next to her.

“What? Lena, what are you talking about?” the reporter asks, eyes brows knit together with confusion.

“How could you know that I’ve barely been at my place lately?” the brunette asks coldly “you said yourself that I rarely get back home. And that is something one would expect a friend to know and worry about. But you’re not my friend Kara, and you’ve never been. Do I need to explain why again? Maybe this time you’ll finally understand”. Anger and weariness are finally getting the best of her. They have had this conversations times and times again, but the stubborn alien will not leave her alone. She will inevitably come back in her life, and every times Lena sees the blonde’s ponytail and glasses only to remember what it is supposed to hide, it reopens the wound all over again. The CEO can almost feel it throbbing in her chest. How could she have been so foolish, so blind to all of it?

“Friends do not lie to one another. They do not hide who and what they are. Because by doing that from the very beginning, Supergirl, you never gave me a real chance to choose if we should be more than professional acquaintances. While you knew everything from me and were able to weigh the pros and cons of spending time with a Luthor, all I could base my choice on was the image of Kara Danvers solely. A young woman coming from Midvale, a starting reporter at CatCo, and more importantly, an innocent human that could have got hurt because she was spending time with me.”

Kara looks at her with those big blue eyes she spent so much time looking at, tears starting to gather. And that’s all Lena need to fuel her anger. How dare she act like she didn’t know what she was doing from the very start?

“Can you imagine what it felt like for me to think that I was putting you in danger every minute we spent together? That by simply wanting to be friends, it would put a target on your back? I thought I’d get you killed. One day Alex would call me or knock on my door and tell me something terrible at happened: you’d be held hostage, you’d have a car accident, my brother’s minions would have put a bullet through your head, … And every time you would be dead because of me!” Just mentioning it is enough to bring images flashing through Lena’s mind and have her shaking with horror as well as rage. “But it was all for naught, wasn’t it? Because vulnerable human Kara Danvers does not exist. There is only Supergirl.”

She is now leaning toward the blonde. A scorpion gauging its prey. And ready to strike.

“And what a smart move it was on your side, I must admit that I am impressed. Having two personas was the perfect way to keep tabs on me, to see if what I would confide to Kara would concur with what I’d say to Supergirl. The smallest slip up, the tiniest difference, and you’d have all you ever needed to throw me in that dark place within the DEO that already has my name on it” Lena spits coldly “So please spare me the act of being worried about me now Ms. Danvers, and tell me what you need from me this time again.”

Kara is looking at her with a stricken expression. Anguish and confusion are battling on her face, showing in small flashes. Under any other circumstances Lena would bask in the fact she finally managed to get Kara utterly silent, but all Lena can taste is the bitterness of her own words.

The young reporter seems gather herself quickly after the initial shock and starts her usual rambling “Lena that’s not … why did you never tell me about all this, about imagining the worst scenarios? Rhao, I can’t imagine what it must have been like from your point of view.” The tears that had previously gathered in her eyes are now falling down freely along her cheeks and her voice is a bit strangled with emotion “I never thought about it that way, and I’m so sorry you had to deal with that on your own. I am terrible friend, I should have seen …”

“Were you at my place two nights ago?” Lena interrupts her.

“I wasn’t spying on you, I swear!” Kara’s gaze is flicking anxiously around the room “I wanted … I needed to know that you were fine. And I know that I’m nothing but a liar, a traitor to your eyes, I know that. But I need you to believe me when I say that I do care about you.”

She takes a steadying breath before explaining.

“Yes I was there, but not from the beginning. I was coming back from patrol when I passed nearby. I wasn’t spying but I used to focus on your place to know you were alright and uh … old habits die hard I guess?” Kara scratches the back of her head then mumbles something that Lena don’t quite catch about coming off wrong and sounding like a creep, then continues. “I heard breaking glass. I thought maybe it was someone breaking in and that you were in troubles so I came as fast as I could. When I reached your balcony you were standing up in front of the bookshelves. You were swaying so badly, and before I knew what was happening you were falling to the ground. I didn’t get time to catch you and when I got by your side, wouldn’t react when I called your name!”

She is now wringing her hands at the memory, seeing the scene unfold in her mind and feeling the fear constricting her chest all over again. Kara had imagined the worst while holding protectively in her arms the unresponsive woman. What had happened? Was Lena sick? Poisoned? Her breathing was fine, her heartrate perfectly normal and she couldn’t see any wound beside a nasty gash on her palm. But she isn’t a doctor and she won’t risk her friend’s life. Maybe she should bring her to the DEO to ask Alex to check what is going on? They surely would be able to help her.

The superhero then assessed her surroundings, looking for any clue she could give her sister to figure out what happened to Lena. She then realized the alcohol puddle in which the books were soaking along with glass shards. There was an empty glass on the kitchen island as well. Taking everything in account Kara has a better idea of the situation and feels immediate relief: no one attacked Lena. But it means she did all this to herself.

Knowing how angry Lena would be to know Kara has seen her in that state, the blonde decided that the best course of action is to limit the damages while pretending she never came in the first place. She picked up the books and placed them out of the puddle, she gathered most of the shards to make sure Lena wouldn’t hurt herself further, and finally she gently laid Lena on the floor. It tore at her heart to do so but there was no way Lena wouldn’t remember her fall and so expect to be on the ground. And after a last check on her, Kara left. Promising herself she would come check how Lena was doing soon but not the day right after to not raise any suspicion.

So much for that part of the plan.

Kara gets back to present when Lena snaps her finger, trying to catch the blonde’s attention.

“Yeah! Right! You were not answering but from what I could see no one had attacked you and you would be fine. I knew you’d be pissed to see me there so I decided to pretend I didn’t see.” A flash of guilt crosses the woman face before she adds softly “I lied to you again. I’m sorry Lena.”

Lena was expecting to feel enraged. She had been right! Kara was there, keeping an eye on her, and went as far as coming into her home knowing she wasn’t welcome there anymore. But the reporter’s apologies had somehow managed to ring true for once and Lena didn’t see the point into fighting over this. All she felt at the moment was exhaustion and the need for a drink. It was what had landed her in this situation but she couldn’t help it and she had more pressing matters to attend to.

“Kara, it was a one-time accident. You’re right, I don’t appreciate you coming in my apartment uninvited. Being a superhero doesn’t mean you’re above the law. However I will let it slide for this time because I’m the one who created this mess and I could have indeed needed medical attention. But don’t do it again. I’m not my brother but it doesn’t mean I don’t know how to keep a kryptonian at bay if need be.” She stands up, and watch the weigh of her strike her former friend, making her clench her fists in a white knuckles grip. Good.

She walks toward the door of her office and is pleased to hear ruffling sounds, indicating that Kara is standing as well, and that her message has been heard for once and her wish to be alone will be granted soon.

“Now if this all what you came for, I’d like you to leave. I have a company to run.”

Kara doesn’t say answer back. She doesn’t even look at Lena, her eyes trained to the floor. She simply walks out, somehow seeming smaller and defeated.

Then Lena clicks the door shut. She thought she would feel relief, even joy, at seeing Kara finally doing what she asked her to. But now, alone her empty office, she felt numb. Drained.

Maybe that’s what prompted her to open the bottom drawer of her desk and get the whiskey flask stored there. She downs a few gulps before putting it back in its place. At least now she feels the alcohol burn instead of emptiness.

#my fic #first fic ever #supercorp #supergirl #fanfic #supergirl fanfic #supercorp fanfic #supercorp fandom #kara zor el #kara danvers #lena luthor #Lena Lesbian Luthor #kara x lena #angst

[deadbiwrites]

Kara and Lena going as each other for Halloween

(Ask, and ye shall receive!)

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“Your mom is ridiculous,” Kara shoots back.

Alex smirks. “I’m telling her you said that.”

“Aleeeex,” Kara whines. “Would you please just help me? Please?”

Alex throws her hands up in exasperation. “We’ve been to like, four costume shops! It’s literally a party Lena’s throwing, not the Met Gala.”

Kara fixes her with an incredulous look. “Have you been to one of Lena’s parties?”

“Just put something on and call it a costume!”

“No!”

“Augh, god. Why am I stuck helping you with this anyway? Where’s your girlfriend? This whole thing is her fault.”

Kara’s face falls into a pout. “She has to work, that’s why I’m stuck with no costume- half of a couple’s costume is lame and sad. She said she might be able to get away, but that I should maybe get another costume. Just in case.”

Alex sighs, throwing an arm over Kara’s shoulders and pulling her into a tight half-hug. “I’m sorry, kiddo. That does suck.”

Kara shrugs helplessly. “Yeah, well, it happens, I guess. What are you going as, anyway?”

“A lumberjack.”

Kara shoves at her. “That’s not even a real costume for you! You wear flannels and jeans all the time!”

“Hey, excuse you, I bought a beard.”

“Thought since you came out you were done with beards,” Kara snickers.

Alex rolls her eyes. “Oh my god. Seriously, just find something, so we can go, J’onn has his actual job to do today, so…”

And then, Kara sees it- the perfect costume, on a mannequin across the street. “Alex. I know what I wanna be.”

“Well thank fuckin’ god. What is it? Cop? Mouse? Disney Princess?” Seeing the wig in her sister’s hands and following her eyes to the ‘costume’ in question, Alex lets out a startled bark of laughter. “Oh my god. Kara, no.”

“Kara .”

“Kara yes.”

“She’s going to hate it.”

“We’ll see.”

                                                         ***

The party is in full swing by the time Kara and her friends arrive. Alex (wearing a heavy flannel shirt, cuffed jeans, a fluffy beard, and wielding a frickin’ axe) makes a bee-line for Sam, who is… dressed as a tree. Because of course she is.

James (Han Solo), Lucy (Princess Leia), and Winn (Luke Skywalker, complete with floppy blond wig) stand and gawk for a moment before disappearing into the crowd, leaving Kara standing against the rail, surveying her friends and shaking her head in amusement.

There’d been a lot of whooping and hollering when Kara had shown off her costume, and okay, maybe this shade of lipstick is a smidge dark for her, but still!

“Miss Luthor! I thought you weren’t- oh.” Kara turns to see one of the guys from Accounting (Darryl? Dave? Dan?) dressed as a zombie and positively gaping at her. “Oh, um, hey, I thought you were, uh… somebody else.”

And Kara is giddy, because she was kinda worried she wouldn’t be able to pull it off. The costume itself had been easy enough, but it was the vibe she knew she’d struggle with. Lena puts off a unique sort of energy that Kara isn’t quite sure she’s mastered.

“Really? Who?” Kara arches a brow and smirks at him, and he splutters and scurries off.

“That wasn’t very nice of you,” a familiar voice drawls.

Kara spins to see the real Lena Luthor, looking up and her, head cocked and hands on hips, posing exactly like-

“Oh my god.” Kara recovers quickly and smirks, arching a brow. “And who are you, exactly?” she asks, as though the answer isn’t very obvious.

Lena puffs out her chest proudly.”I’m Supergirl!”

Kara looks her up and down (and up. And down…) “Cute.”

Lena suddenly crosses her arms over her chest, brow crinkling as she struts confidently in a circle around Kara. “Golly, Miss Luthor, there seem to be hijinks afoot.” Her cape and blonde hair swirl around her dramatically as she turns face to face with Kara.

Kara laughs, loud and clear, totally ruining the Lena-vibe she’d been so concerned about. “Golly? I’ve never said golly.”

Lena grins up at her, hands on her hips again. “Well that’s just not true. I can very distinctly remember you saying golly at least once…”

Kara flushes slightly. “That was a special circumstance.” She steps a bit closer to Lena, forcing her to tip her head further back to maintain eye contact. “I remember Supergirl being… taller.”

Lena’s eyebrow quirks up slightly. “Yes well, what can I say? Kryptonians shrink in the wash sometimes.”

Kara snorts. “Oh, do they?”

Lena nods, face serious and eyes sparkling. “They do. I suspect Luthor involvement. It was after I used your shower.” Kara laughes and flushes a bit as Lena pulls lightly at the hem of her suit jacket and snorts. “I can’t believe I’m your Halloween costume…”

“Ditto,” Kara says with a wink. She studies the suit. “Where did you get this?”

“It was one of Jess’s suggestions for a last-minute costume this evening. I thought it’d be funny.”

“It’s… something,” Kara murmurs, eyes tracing the lines of the familiar suit on a less-familiar body. This… absolutely shouldn’t be hot. SHould, in fact, be very weird, for both of them, but seeing Lena proudly wearing her family crest is… distinctly not weird. It is very much something else.

There’s a very un-Supergirl-like look on Lena’s face. “Really? Do tell.”

“Well I, uh, um-”

“Lena!”

They both turn to see Winn bounding up to them, somehow already a little tipsy. “Hey, I- whoa.” He looks between them, blinks several times, and grins. “I don’t remember what I was gonna say, but clearly these drinks are good.”

Lena laughs. “Glad to hear it, Skywalker.”

Winn grins and whips out his (admittedly very cool) lightsaber, swinging it around and making the requisite sound effects. Kara quickly joins him, ruining any remaining image of Lena Luthor as she darts around with her friend, leaving the real Lena laughing and shaking her head at them. Once they nearly knock over a waiter, however, the game is called and they make their way further into the party.

“It’s a LuthorCorp tradition, one of the only ones I kept,” Lena explains. “Well, it used to be a masquerade for the executives and investors, but I figured a big costume party with the employees was more fun.”

“And you were correct,” Winn agrees. “Hey, look, your sister!”

And it is Alex, palling around with Sam (who is actually a confusingly pretty tree… Kara chooses not to dwell on it).

“Oh my god!” Alex yells, startling half of the people around her. Sam looks over and immediately starts laughing. “Why? Why are you both like this?”

Lena grins and twirls, hair and cape swishing perfectly. 

Kara poses, smiring and arching a brow at them in the best imitation of her girlfriend she can muster. “Pretty badass, right?”

“So you’re Supergirl, and Kara is you… Hey, Lena, you know all those times someone told you to go fuck yourself?” Sam muses. “Because-”

“Sam!”

(Happy Halloween, y’all!)

#supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #halloween #shameless self promotion #fluffy nonsense #prompts!

[yurireview]

The difficulties that the Supercorp went through

I always found it funny that even when many love this couple … they don’t know everything that happened to get us here and I think a good summary of this always helps

Season 2

Karamel:

As you know when they switched to the CW, the first thing they did was to separate James and Kara because they already had a plan:

“Chris and Melissa” the “perfect couple” on the screen, that was the plan and if they were Supergirl fans in 2016-2017  you would know how the CW and the producers wanted to sell that couple to the public. But what happened?

The first thing was the bad writing and the change of Supergirl narrative … a lot of affection to the show especially the couple who wanted to sell

Katie Mcgrath

What do I mean? well unlike Chris who was already hired to be the co-star … our dear Katie was only hired for 3 chapters

3 CHAPTERS What change?

That against all predictions Katie and Melissa had a real chemistry, for some reason Melissa acted with her in a way that not only fascinated the audience … but the production.

They hired Katie for the entire Season … The Supercorp was born strongly compared to the character of Chris Wood … the character of Katie 

Lena, was charismatic and with a good narrative which helped a lot to the development of the ship

Supercorp became the favorite ship … but it eclipsed the Karamel which the Production did not expect and tried to do everything possible to undermine it.

The SDCC2017 was a failure due to the idiocy of STAff that cost them a lot of audience and was a dark chapter for the Supergirl fandom

Katie expressions say a lot about what happened that day

It was a total disaster

There were many YouTube videos claiming the idiocy they made in the SDCC2017 … not to mention how on Tumblr and Twitter they crucified the series and most of the Staff 

but as I mentioned (they really tried in Season 3 to put an end to the Supercorp) but at the same time they knew that KARAMEL was no longer enough but they tested the waters to see how the audience reacted

Season 3 brought Lena and James together but at the same time they showed the public how bad KARAMEL was, that they still wanted to rescue him and “redeem him” … at this point the Producers saw something:

EVERYONE HATED THE LAMES INSTEAD OF DOING THE SUPERCORP DISAPPEARED, MADE PEOPLE MORE TO LIKED.

Chris Wood character no longer attracted the audience … it was a failure

We had the SDCC2018 where again one of the topics most asked was the dynamics of Lena and Kara … here I really believe that the Supergirl Staff changed their focus.

Fourth Season where everything changed

Very few realized that it was in this season that the producers made several positive changes in the character of Kara (the way to carry his narrative) and of course … the element of the Luthor (including the Supercorp)

The Fourth Season  only dedicate 17 minutes to Lames and I fill it with problems… basically is over

I’m still laughing at how Katie acted almost as if James was her “beard” because she was so gay … she looked like one of those lesbians who have fake boyfriends and their scene where they end up was hilarious.

Instead they made both Lena and Kara become the most important people towards each other and began to make romantic parallels with other couples, not to mention tributes to Clois

Not to mention the Drama and how friendship-connection in the Third-Second season was so good (a full narrative was created even though that was not his intention)

The SUPERCORP was a success in 2019 was the most successful year for the Supercorp even without the 5 season.

We closed the cycle with the 5 Season where the SDCC2019 was a success and many of the conversations were about Supergirl and Lena as well:

-We win all ship contests

-The plot now revolves around Lena-Kara drama

-The romantic parallels are more shameless than before

-They dedicated 2 romantic soundracks

-More parallel with Clois.

-Supercorp brought attention from people outside the fandom

-Supercorp drew attention from directors and writers

If they couldn't make the Karamel successful when they prepared it for that, is there really Negativecorp that they think they will be able to do with William? At this stage of the story? without offending the actor, he is a nobody and that his character has not won the sympathy of the fandom already says a lot about his supposed "stay" in the following season

I mean imagine a ship that literally was not going to exist ... we came to this where it literally became the reasonable option - better written and more accepted by the Public .

Conclusion

The Supercorp has come a long way and its progress is comparable to the Harlivy of being just a fan idea for an official and well-developed couple ... but that's the way we go.

So relax and wait for the inevitable (it only remains to say Supercorp End Game)

#supercorp #supergirl #lena luthor #katie mcgrath #lgbt

[stennnn06]

andrea x kara

Kara breathed a sigh of relief as she hit ‘print’ on her article. The deadline had been looming over her all day, catching up to her the way it always seemed to -- too quickly and with little warning. Between putting out fires at work and putting out literal fires as Supergirl, Andrea’s click bait articles were being pushed aside more often than not. But somehow she managed to get it all wrapped up with a few short minutes to spare, which meant she wasn’t going to have to dance her away through asking for an extension. A small blessing. 

She glanced around and swallowed heavily, realizing there was only one other light on in the entire office. 

Great. Instead of being able to leave her piece on Andrea’s desk, it seemed like tonight called for a face to face visit. 

Of course Andrea Rojas would choose tonight of all nights to be at CatCo. Her schedule was nothing if not unpredictable, although Kara was starting to catch on to a pattern. It was almost like Andrea knew when Kara would be stressed and cramming, and she chose those particular nights to be available. Kara felt like Andrea rather enjoyed tearing her articles apart while looking her in the eye with that sarcastic, happy smile on her face that read as anything but pleased or content. 

Kara wanted to like Andrea. She was brilliant, capable, very put together and more than a little intimidating. And maybe, under any other circumstance, she would like her. Or at least, she’d give her a lot more leeway. But Andrea wasn’t Lena, and that was always going to be where her mind went, no matter how unfair it was. Not to mention, CatCo under Andrea’s control was a completely different situation and she seemed to thrive on making it all difficult. She was bossy, and had a vision that Kara couldn’t get on board with, no matter how many directions she tried to spin it. 

Her most recent article-- a ‘Would You Rather’ fluff piece that she would rather not write-- practically burned in her hands as she walked across the hallway, thinking about all the ways Andrea was going to cut it to pieces. 

She paused at her office door, bracing herself and trying to plaster a smile on her face. It felt like a grimace, and she was sure it looked just as bad, but it was all she could do to keep appearances.

Andrea was sitting on her couch, nursing a drink, staring hard at her laptop with her jaw clenched and her eyebrows furrowed so deeply the lines were practically sculpted in her forehead. Her cheeks were tear-stained, her mascara slightly running. It seemed like a horrible time to intrude, and Kara really didn’t want to bother but--

Andrea cleared her throat. 

“Kara,” she said, noticing her. Her voice was soft and watery with disuse and something more. Something heavy. “Do you have that article for me?”

Kara nodded lamely, walking into the office. She avoided Andrea’s eyes as she handed it out for her to take. Andrea took it in silence, but Kara noticed the way her eyes seemed red-rimmed and misty, her lips pursed in a frown that was more than just focused. 

Andrea didn’t say anything as she read through, the way she almost always did. She didn’t offer a quip or a dig at Kara’s rushed writing. She simply marked it with a pen and handed it back with a trembling hand. 

“Have the edits to me before 9am,” she directed, not bothering to look at Kara’s face. 

Kara nodded, taking the article back. She had every intention to turn around and walk away, but she knew she would feel guilty if she didn’t even try to ask what was wrong. In an effort to avoid Andrea’s eyes, she accidentally glanced at her laptop where a confusing collage of pictures stared back at her. Pictures of Andrea and…

Kara’s heart stammered. Lena’s eyes stared back at her with their usual intensity, her playful smirk almost taunting. 

“Are you--” Kara cleared her throat. Andrea looked up, her eyes narrowing. “Okay?”

“Are any of us?” Andrea replied, her words lazy and slow. She chuckled. “Don’t answer that.” She noticed her laptop and, as if remembering this was not entirely appropriate, slammed it shut. She took a long sip of her drink and swallowed with the smallest trace of a grimace. Kara chuckled awkwardly at the rhetorical question, not sure what the right answer would even be to something teetering on the edge of existential. 

Andrea reached over and pulled out the rest of the bottle of whiskey. She gestured at the bottle and Kara shrugged. She felt obligated to stay at this point, so what was the harm in a perfectly useless drink?

Mostly, she was curious what Lena had to do with forcing Andrea to the brink of a meltdown. If anyone should be crying over Lena, well--

Andrea stood up and pulled out another glass, filling them both with a generous pour. She handed one to Kara and walked back to the couch. She was deliberate and controlled, though Kara could tell she was tipsy. Kara followed and sat down awkwardly, staring at the amber liquid in her glass as if it held the answer to how the hell this entire conversation was going to go. 

“I know you think I’m heartless,” Andrea said after a beat, her words slurring slightly. It hit Kara in such a way that her heart dropped. “I don’t have your respect.”

“I d-don’t—“ she stammered. “I don’t think that.” Sure, she questioned Andrea’s business decisions, and sometimes her priorities, but to say she’s heartless? That was a bit steep. “And you do have my respect, Andrea. You’re my boss, of course I respect you.”

“You’re a bad liar,” Andrea replied, rolling her eyes slowly. She sighed before adding, “Lena told me about you.”

“She told you--” Kara repeated, her face growing hot. Her stomach felt immediately queasy, just at the mention of Lena’s name. “She told you about me?”

Andrea nodded, a wry smile on her face. “She told me you wear your heart on your sleeve, and that was what made you so special.”

Kara gulped down a larger than normal sip of her drink and tried to look as if she wasn’t dying inside. Just the mention of Lena was enough to spike her blood pressure.

“Lena said that?”

Andrea pursed her lips and nodded. “Don’t be like me,” she practically whimpered, and Kara’s heart broke for inexplicable reasons. “Don’t hurt her. She clearly cares about you.”

Kara felt the knife twist in her stomach. She looked at the floor, but everything felt like it was spinning.

“This was never how I imagined my life going.” Andrea spoke as if Kara wasn’t even in the room anymore, which was honestly ideal. She simply let her talk. “Everything I’ve ever done, I’ve done for love. And look where that got me.”

“But you’re so successful,” Kara argued, remembering why she was even there. Andrea was clearly having a night. “You run two of the biggest companies in the world. You have to be proud of that.”

“And when I go home, I have nothing to show for it,” Andrea raised her glass. “I have no one.”

“That’s not true,” Kara tried, but it sounded unconvincing. She didn’t know Andrea well enough to make a case, though she had a feeling if she was a friend of Lena’s, she had to have something good in her. 

“I don’t know why I’m telling you all this,” Andrea shook her head, sniffling slightly. 

“You can talk to me,” Kara assured her. “Whatever you need.”

The tears started falling, and Andrea didn’t do anything to stop them. She hiccuped back a sob, before surrendering to the feeling. Kara opened her arms and let Andrea bury her face in her shoulder.

There was silence for a few moments while Kara held her. She tried to comprehend the fact that her normally stoic and snarky boss was now falling apart in her arms, and there was nothing Kara could do or say to make it better. It was unnerving to see Andrea so broken.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Andrea asked quietly after awhile, her breath hot and tangy against Kara’s neck. 

“Um,” Kara swallowed, adjusting slightly. “Sure.”

“You sort of remind me of Supergirl.”

The words were abrupt, and not at all what Kara was expecting. She involuntarily flexed at the implication, like she was bracing for impact. 

“Whaaaat? I do? That’s—ha--that’s crazy.”

“It’s your arms,” Andrea said softly, leaning into Kara more. “You have strong arms.” 

“Oh, that’s--” Kara swallowed, trying to process the unexpected -- and dangerous -- compliment. “Thanks, I think.”

Andrea smelled like a gentle combination of spices and a hint of whiskey. Kara was suddenly very conscious of how close they were sitting. 

“Mmhm,” Andrea pulled her gaze from Kara’s eyes and fixed on her arms. She squeezed around her bicep and grinned. “I’ve met her, you know. Supergirl.”

“Oh yeah?”

Andrea closed her eyes with a dreamy smile on her face, and Kara could feel her face growing hotter. 

“Anyway,” Andrea shook herself out of her reverie and cleared her throat. She seemed to realize where she was, and who she was with, and it caused her to pull back. She stood up and ran a cautious hand through her hair. When she faced Kara again, she looked annoyed. “It’s a compliment. Just take it.”

Kara nodded, adjusting her glasses awkwardly as she stood. She didn’t know what else to say and it was about a thousand degrees in Andrea’s office. She started to head for the door, but before she could leave, she felt like she had to say something. She settled with, “You know, you have a lot to be proud of. And I really hope you find what you’re looking for.”

She offered what she hoped was a genuine smile, because she could tell Andrea needed it. Instead, she was met with a skeptical look in return. 

“Actually,” Andrea cocked her head to the side, narrowing her eyes like she was trying to decipher a code. “It’s your smile.”

“My--”

“That’s what resembles Supergirl the most,” Andrea clarified. “It sparkles like hers does.” 

She stared a bit longer before drawing even with Kara’s eyes again. She pursed her lips and shrugged. “Maybe you’re a better liar than I think, Kara Danvers.”

#superrojas #ficlet #andrea crying over kara's strong arms is just something i needed

[helloalycia]

hey, stranger | lena luthor

summary: after Lena leaves for National City shortly after her brother's attempt to kill Superman, you're left to learn to live without her. Until a year later, when you find yourself as CatCo's new junior photographer and discover Lena Luthor owns the company.

warning/s: none.

author's note: buckle in folks, this is a long one

masterlist | wattpad

One Year Ago...

"Look, I know that what happened was terrifying, and I can't even begin to imagine what it must have been like, but Lena, you can't just leave."

The raven-haired woman avoided my eyes as she crossed her arms nervously.

I felt a pressure on my chest at the mere thought of her leaving Metropolis, and stepped forward to lace my fingers with hers.

"You're not your brother, and people will see that," I told her, my stomach doing somersaults when her glassy green eyes stared up at me. "They just need time."

She swallowed hard. "I don't want to wait for the rest of Metropolis to play catch-up. I can help better the world in National City, where there's a fresh start and a different Super there that hopefully won't judge me on the premise of my name."

I frowned when I heard her say that with such determination and ferocity, as if she'd given it much thought. It was too late, I knew that voice. It was the voice she used when she'd truly made up her mind and there was no convincing her otherwise.

"Y/N, I love you so much," she spoke again, grabbing my attention when she pushed a strand of hair behind my ear and stepped closer to me, our bodies pressing together gently. Her eyes were bright and piercing as she continued, "I need you to know that you are one of the few good things I have left in my life, probably the only good thing." She chuckled dryly and rested a hand on my cheek. "I know that I'm not the easiest person to be with–"

"Lena, I've never thought that," I cut her off instantly, shaking my head. "Don't say that."

She smiled sadly, glancing down to the floor. "Look, I know that what I'm saying sounds insane. But I need this fresh start. I don't think I can stay here, having this constant reminder about what Lex almost did."

I knew where she was going with this, but she was beating around the bush. My heart was crumbling with each second passing, but at the same time, I felt a small sense of relief that Lena may finally have the chance to be truly happy elsewhere, without the immediate ties of her family.

"I'm not asking you to come with me," she finally said it, eyes meeting mine as a tear dropped down her face. "You have a life here. A job. Friends and family. You can't just pick up and move with me."

"I could try," I said, a little hopefully as I gave her a small smile.

She shook her head, her voice cracking. "I wouldn't let you."

I breathed out slowly, feeling a lump form in my throat. "When are you leaving?"

She sighed regretfully. "Tomorrow."

I raised my eyebrows with surprise. "Tomorrow? Lena, you can't be serious! I thought you meant a few weeks, maybe a month, but–"

"I know, I know, but if I stay longer, it'll only be harder, and I'm afraid that I may change my mind," she cut me off, holding my arms now. "It's better this way." She leaned down to find my eyes, certainty shining through. "Y/N, it's better this way."

I pursed my lips, my eyes watering as I realised how real this all was. She was really going to leave and I wasn't sure when I would next see her again. If I would see her again.

"We still have today," I said, a statement rather than a question.

She flashed me one of those rare beautiful smiles she had, only reserved for me. "We do."

I lessened the gap between us by leaning forward and going in for a kiss. I didn't spend long thinking about it, knowing I didn't have time to waste. I pressed my lips to hers in a passionate kiss, wrapping an arm around her waist and another on the nape of her neck.

Her floral perfume filled my nose as she kissed back, lips agape as she sucked on my lower lip. It was a salty kiss and it didn't take long before I realised we were both crying into it.

We pulled apart for air and I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, feeling my warm tears soak my face.

"I'm really gonna miss you, Lena Luthor," I admitted, forcing a smile on my lips.

She sniffled adorably, wiping away my tears. "I'm really gonna miss you, too."

***

Present Day...

"I'm Y/N Y/L/N, the new junior photographer," I introduced myself to my superior.

"Oh, shoot, you're here," the head of the photography department, Mr. Rodriguez, said startled.

I knitted my eyebrows together with confusion, a smile still politely on my lips. "Er, yeah... should I not be?"

His mind seemed like it was racing a million miles a second. "Yeah– no! I mean, no, you should be. You're in the right place. It's me who's all jumbled up..."

He headed to his computer at his desk as I awkwardly stood by the window, waiting for further instructions.

He tutted to himself. "Sorry about this. My assistant wrote you in my diary to be showing up tomorrow. I had a whole thing planned and everything."

"Oh, I'm, er..." I didn't know what to say though, as I remembered clearly getting a call asking to begin today.

"It's not your fault," Mr. Rodriguez said, waving a hand dismissively before looking up from his computer. "She's new, you see. Still getting used to the computer systems."

"I guess I can come back tomorrow," I offered awkwardly.

"No, no, that would be silly, you're already here now," he said quickly and apologetically. "I'm just thinking..." He crossed his arms with thought as he began to mumble to himself. "I've got several meetings today... Sasha is out sick... Nick could– no, no, he's out working on a story... so is Jamila and Markus..."

"You sure you don't want me to come back tomorrow?" I asked again, feeling like an inconvenience.

He looked up as if suddenly remembering I was stood there. "What? No, of course not." He glanced at the clock on his wall before widening his eyes with realisation. "Follow me for a second, will you, Y/N?"

I had no choice but to follow the older, slightly baffled photographer, as he led me outside of his office. His office was an all-glass box essentially, as every other office in this place was. We stood outside the door a moment and I took in the hustle and bustle of CatCo's newsroom for a second time that morning. I wondered what we were waiting for when Mr. Rodriguez seemed to have an idea.

"Kara! Kara, can I borrow you for a moment?" he called out, stepping forward to get some blonde woman's attention.

The blonde stopped walking and greeted Mr. Rodriguez with a chirpy smile. "Yes, sir?"

He seemed to breathe out with relief as he checked his watch. "Kara, I'm sorry to do this but my assistant messed up my schedule and it turns out that the lovely Y/N Y/L/N, my new junior photographer, has showed up and I am unprepared."

I awkwardly smiled at the blonde as she glanced my way.

"Do you think you can show her around the place? Just until lunch and then I can make time to do things properly."

This Kara woman seemed unsure as she laughed nervously. "I'm only a reporter, sir, I don't think I'd be the best person to–"

"Please, Danvers, I'll owe you one," Mr. Rodriguez said with a pleading smile.

"I really don't mind coming back tomorrow," I chimed in, looking to him. "This seems like a bad time. You're really busy and–"

"It's okay, I'll do it," Kara cut in, smiling at me.

"Yes, Danvers, you're a life-saver," Mr. Rodriguez exclaimed before looking to me. "I'm very sorry for the unprofessionalism, Y/N, especially on your first day, but I will make it up to you at lunch. Meet me in my office at half twelve?"

"Of course, sir," I said with a smile. "You should probably go, don't want to be late for your meeting."

His eyes widened with realisation. "Right! You're absolutely right! I'll see you ladies later."

I suppressed a laugh as he speed-walked away, leaving me alone with the reporter.

"Is he always that panicked?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Kara chuckled. "Yes, he is. It's probably best you saw him like this. Now you know what you're getting yourself into."

I snickered. "So, your name is Kara?"

"Kara Danvers, yes," she introduced with a smile, putting out her hand.

I shook it and returned the smile. "Nice to meet you, Kara. I'm Y/N Y/L/N."

"The new junior photographer," she filled in jokingly.

"Right," I agreed with amusement.

"Well, I guess I'm your personal tour guide for the morning," she said, before motioning around us. "This is the kitchen."

I laughed at her lame joke. "Look, I can totally make myself busy until lunch if you have stuff to do. I didn't know Mr. Rodriguez would ask somebody to help me."

"Nah, it's fine, I don't mind," Kara said dismissively. "I used to be an assistant for Miss Grant, so I'm pretty familiar with this place, including where you'll be based."

"Wow, assistant for the boss, huh? That must have been... an experience."

Kara laughed as she led me around the newsroom. "I guess, yeah, but I learned a lot. Miss Grant taught me things I wouldn't have picked up elsewhere and..."

***

"That was James Olsen," I said with amazement. "I just met James Olsen."

Kara suppressed a smile. "He's kind of the guy in charge around here. If you weren't introduced to him, it would be strange."

"You know he took the first ever photo of Superman, right?" I said, glancing at Kara, still a little starstruck.

"Yes, I do know that," she said, crossing her arms and watching me with an amused smile.

"His photography is amazing," I rambled on. "He's got so many great shots of Superman, and now Supergirl as well. He manages to capture the most heroic moments in a single photograph without fail. It's amazing."

"I know that, too," Kara teased. "You said all of that and more just a moment ago when we were in there."

I felt my face grow warm with embarrassment. "Right, right, sorry..."

Kara laughed at my dismay, patting me on the shoulder. "It's alright. Besides, I think I've almost shown you everything. There's a few people I can introduce you to though, if you want. It might make settling in here a bit easier."

"Oh, wow, yeah, that sounds great," I said appreciatively. "Thanks."

"No problem," she said happily, before adding, "I think my friend, Nia, might be free to–"

"Kara!"

Kara looked over my shoulder and a smiled brightly at whoever was there. "Lena, hey!"

I widened my eyes, unsure if I'd misheard the name or not. I turned around and forgot how to breathe for a second, realising I hadn't. Because none other than Lena Luthor was stood before me, her smile fading as her eyes flickered to me from Kara, flashing with recognition.

I swallowed hard, before offering a small, friendly smile. "Hey, stranger."

She looked stunning, absolutely radiant. Just as I remembered, save for her hair which had grown a little longer. My heart was suddenly remembering what it was like to be with her, beating up an uncontrollable rhythm in my chest.

"Y/N," she finally breathed out, recovering from her momentary shock. "You're here."

"National City is a big place," I said, feeling like a teenager with a crush as her green eyes were trained on me. "I didn't think I'd see you."

"I own the company," she said quietly, still surprised.

I raised my eyebrows. "Wow. I didn't–" I cleared my throat, "–I didn't know that."

"Wait, you two know each other?" Kara asked, and I forgot she was standing there until she spoke up, looking between us with a puzzled expression.

I licked my lips and stayed quiet, not sure what to say. Thankfully, Lena spoke up for the both of us.

"Y/N is an old friend of mine," she said carefully, eyes never leaving mine. "Back from Metropolis."

Kara's mouth was agape with confusion, but she didn't speak. I could feel her looking between us both with much intrigue.

"What are you doing here?" Lena asked, cocking her head to the side, eyebrows furrowed.

I straightened up as I found my words. "I'm the new junior photographer. Today is my first day."

"Oh, well, congratulations." She seemed like she was still catching up with everything, as was I. "Have you met James Olsen? He was our lead photographer and art director before being promoted to CEO." She glanced behind me at his office before nodding that way. "I'll introduce you, come on–"

"Lena, it's fine, Kara already introduced me," I said, smiling appreciatively. "Thank you though."

Lena bit her lip and nodded, before looking down to her shoes uncomfortably.

"Anyway," Kara began, filling the silence, "is there anything you needed, Lena? I'm not on my lunch break yet, but–"

"There's no rush," Lena said, shaking her head. "I just came to check on things. I needed to speak with James about a few things." She glanced at me, adding, "Er, we're going out for lunch, if you'd like to join us? I mean, you don't have to, but if you'd like, you can..."

This whole situation was so out of the blue and neither of us could ignore the awkwardness between us right now.

"I've got plans with Mr. Rodriguez, but thank you anyway," I declined politely, forcing a small smile.

"Okay, yeah, of course." Lena nodded before smiling at us both. "I should get going."

"See you later," Kara said with a wave and a smile.

Lena returned her smile before looking to me, her eyes softening. "It's nice to see you again, Y/N."

"You, too, Lena."

I watched as she walked away, before releasing a breath when she was out of sight. It was just like we'd met for the first time all over again, myself feeling butterflies in my stomach and unable to get her piercing green eyes out of my head. And here I was thinking a year would make a difference.

"You okay?"

I blinked and looked up, realising Kara was staring at me with concern. I put on a smile and nodded.

"Yeah, sorry, yeah. I just– I didn't think I'd see her again. At least not today."

Kara seemed hesitant as she stayed quiet for a moment, before finally saying, "I'm guessing old friends means something else in Metropolis..."

My smile faded as I nodded. "Yeah..."

Kara led me away, the two of us walking down the hall.

"Are you and Lena, er–"

"No, no," Kara said, reassuringly. "We're just friends. Best friends, actually."

I felt embarrassed for even thinking I had a right to know. "Sorry, it wasn't my business."

"It's okay, don't worry about it." Kara flashed me a small smile. "She's not with anyone right now by the way."

I raised an eyebrow and Kara gave me a knowing look, as if she knew what I was thinking.

"Come on, I'll introduce you to Nia," she changed the subject, thankfully. "She's a reporter here."

I nodded and followed Kara, but I would be lying if I said Lena hadn't plagued my thoughts.

The last time I'd seen her was just over a year ago, when we'd said our goodbyes before she left. It was a hard goodbye, a hard breakup in general. I loved her a lot and knowing she was moving away to be someone better hurt because I couldn't stop her. I would never stop her. But I couldn't leave with her either.

We were friends long before we were a couple, so we made sure things wouldn't be weird when we broke up. Of course I still had feelings for her, but we agreed to try and remain friends.

It worked for a while. We would text and occasionally call, whilst she was settling into National City and turning L Corp around. But then the calls were fewer, and the texting lessened, and before I knew it, we'd lost touch. I wasn't sure if it was because maybe we both knew it would be easier and hurt less, to not have each other at all if not in the way we wanted, or if it was because we were getting busier, but it happened.

When I stopped freelancing as a photographer and decide to apply for a permanent position somewhere, the job from CatCo practically fell into my lap and I couldn't turn it down. I genuinely didn't believe I'd bump into Lena – this was a big city! But of course she owned the company. Just my luck.

***

I'd been in National City for a few weeks now and hadn't seen Lena since that first awkward encounter. I wasn't sure whether to be offended or not, since we were friends before being a couple so I at least thought we could pick up where we left off, but that was naïve of me.

I was enjoying my job at CatCo and already had a few things in the works with the help of Mr. Rodriguez. I'd also befriended Kara and a few of her other friends – Nia and James. It was still weird that I was 'friends' with James, since he was such a talented photographer and I couldn't imagine it, but it was great. They were a fun lot to be around at work, along with a few other photographers in my team.

My latest assignment was covering an L Corp gala, which wasn't my first choice, but I couldn't argue with it. Thankfully, the reporter I was partnered with was Kara, so I wasn't entirely uncomfortable. Apparently Kara had covered a lot of Luthor-related stories, so was the best person for the story.

So, that's where I found myself now, standing in the doorway of a massive ballroom, full of important-looking, rich business professionals. The gala was a charity ball, raising money for children's hospitals around National City, that Lena owned. I felt proud of her when I looked around and saw the impact she had made by moving here. She was certainly just as determined as I remembered her to be.

"This is very fancy," I commented aloud, feeling a tad bit underdressed in my dress pants and blouse.

"Wouldn't be a Luthor event if it wasn't," Kara joked, before nudging me in the arm. "Come on. Let's have a look around."

I followed Kara as we showed ourselves around, myself looking at the best vantage points for some nice shots, as well as subtly wondering if Lena was around.

Eventually, I left Kara to do her interviewing as I wandered about, taking photos of everyone. There was a lot going on, so it wasn't hard to find interesting subjects. I spotted Lena at one point, mingling with other guests. I almost forgot I was supposed to be taking photos when I saw her because she looked amazing.

She was wearing an elegant off-shoulder black gown and her long dark hair was sleek and straight, shining under the lights. I could make out the bright green of her eyes from the other side of the room and I had to remind myself that I was there to do a job before I began to drool.

I snapped some photos of her, maybe a few more than necessary, but she looked beautiful and I couldn't help it. I took more photos of everyone before deeming it enough and settling on a table on the 'quieter' part of the hall.

I was snacking on some of the hors d'oeuvres as I looked back through the photos I took when I heard Kara call my name.

I looked up mid-bite into a salmon puff when I saw Kara approaching me, Lena in tow. I straightened up and finished chewing my food before smiling at both women.

"Hey, Kara," I greeted, before meeting Lena's gaze. "Lena. This is a lovely event. You've done an amazing job."

Lena smiled bashfully. "If there's anything rich people love more than lavish events, it's lavish events that showcase their charitable donations."

I cracked a smile – her sense of humour hadn't changed.

"You get any good shots?" Kara asked, nodding to my camera.

I looked down at it. "Yeah, I was just looking through them."

"Can I...?" Lena smiled as she motioned to my camera.

I nodded a little too enthusiastically. "Yeah, yeah, of course."

She stood beside me, a little closer than I expected, or maybe it seemed that way because I was holding my breath. She accepted the camera from my hands and began to flick through the photos. She was smiling down at them all, nodding with approval.

"Still as talented as I remember," she muttered.

I didn't even realise she'd spoken because I was too busy taking in her profile. The sharpness of her jawline contrasted with her long dark hair pushed behind her ear was distracting, and I felt my mouth go dry when she looked up at me, dark eyes suddenly staring right at me.

"Huh?" I spluttered, unintelligibly.

She laughed and rolled her eyes playfully. "Never mind, Y/N."

I felt my face grow warm. "Sorry, I'm just... is this strange? Me and you?"

Lena cleared her throat and suppressed a smile. "If it's strange, it's my fault, sorry. I should have greeted you properly a few weeks ago. I really wasn't expecting to see you again."

"Me either," I said, shaking my head. "No need to apologise. I think we both thought it was a little weird... but it is really good to see you again." I glanced around. "You've achieved a lot, Lena. And I have a feeling this isn't even the half of it."

It was Lena's turn to get embarrassed as she avoided my eyes, smiling to herself. "Thank you, Y/N."

It went quiet for a moment, a comfortable silence between us, until Lena looked up and lost her smile.

"I know that things ended a little... suddenly between us, but I never intended for us to stop speaking." She frowned a little. "I don't really have any excuse for why we stopped. But I am sorry it did."

"Hey, it takes two to tango," I joked to lighten the mood, making her glance up at me. "We both lost contact with each other. It happens. But I'm here now, and you're here, and well, maybe we could try and be friends again. If you want, that is."

A beautiful smile graced her lips as she nodded. "I'd like that."

My heart skipped a beat at how her eyes lit up. "We can get coffee and catch up, if you'd like. I'd love to hear about all you've done this last year."

"Coffee sounds great," Lena agreed. "And it's not just me who's been up to new stuff. I wanna hear all about how you ended up at CatCo."

I chuckled. "It's a date." I widened my eyes when I realised what I said. "That's not what I meant, sorry. It's just a plan and–"

Lena's laugh cut me off. "Y/N, it's fine, I know what you meant."

I nodded, a little flustered. I soon realised we'd been talking a while and Kara was nowhere to be found.

"She left a moment ago," Lena said, realising I was looking for her. "Between me and you, I think she got us together today for a reason."

"She cares about you," I pointed out. "She seems like a great friend."

Lena nodded, smiling nostalgically. "Yeah, she is. One of the first I made when moving here."

"Come on, we should probably chase her down and let her know we're good."

"Lead the way, Y/L/N."

***

Lena and I followed through with our plans, meeting up for coffee to have a big catch up. It was amazing hearing all she'd achieved in the past year. I wasn't surprised in the slightest however, as I knew that if anyone could do it, she could. It was also lovely to see her look a lot better, health-wise. When she left, she was still shaken up about what Lex did – it was reassuring to know she'd recovered, even slightly.

We hung out a few more times, mostly with Kara, Nia and James present, but it still felt good to see her at all.

Kara even invited me over to her place one evening, claiming she hosted a weekly game night and would love if I joined. That was where I met Kara's sister, Alex, and their friend, Brainy. The two worked for the government, but weren't as serious as they let on.

Nia and James were also present, along with James' sister, Kelly, who was also Alex's girlfriend. Lena was there, too, and admittedly, I looked forward to seeing the raven-haired woman yet another time.

"Charades?" Alex suggested, already grabbing the bowl of charade ideas.

Everyone agreed and naturally got into teams. They'd been playing a while, so it seemed that they had teams organised in advance. The Danvers sisters were one, the Olsen siblings were another, and Brainy and Nia (who had been flirting all night) were the last, leaving Lena and I to pair up.

"Is that okay with you guys?" Kara asked, realising we had been left to team up. The blonde had been hesitant in pushing us together too much when we hung out, clearly worried about pressuring us into anything. It was thoughtful and I'm sure Lena appreciated it as much as I did.

"Being partnered with the smartest person in the room?" I asked rhetorically. "Why would that be a problem?"

Kara seemed taken aback as everybody laughed. Lena nudged me in the side jokingly, just like old times, and Kara finally came to her senses and grinned.

"Game on, Y/N," she played along, before standing up. "Alex and I will go first."

The Danvers sisters performed alright, managing to get eight points in the 60-second round. Next up was Lena and I.

"You wanna go or should I?" I asked, glancing at her.

"You go, you've always been better at it than I have," she said, ushering me to stand up.

I chuckled and stood up, readying myself.

"And... go!" James said, starting the timer.

I grabbed the first slip of paper. Water bottle.

I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering how one could act that out, but nonetheless, I locked eyes with Lena and began to make a drinking motion.

"Glass!"

I shook my head and repeated the action, emphasising it a little.

"Water! Glass of water?"

I repeated the action, motioning to the 'bottle' in my hand.

"Water bottle!"

"Yes!" I shouted back, before moving onto the next slip of paper.

Watching a romantic comedy.

"Ooh! Okay, okay, er..." I sat down on the floor, looking ahead at the TV as if I was watching it.

"Watching TV," Lena guessed.

I pretended to laugh one second and then cry another.

"Watching a comedy!"

I wiggled my hand to show she was almost there. I made a love heart with my hand and did the whole thing again, hoping it would make sense.

"Watching a rom com!"

"Yes! You got it!" I shouted with a grin, before moving to the next one.

Finding Nemo.

I began to make the whale noises similar to how Dory does in the film and Lena guessed it instantly.

She laughed as the others were watching eagerly, curious to if we would mess up or beat Alex and Kara.

Scuba diving.

I pretended to dive off the couch onto the carpet and she guess it immediately.

"Five more to go and thirty seconds left," Nia reminded us.

Hide and seek.

I covered my eyes and began counting backwards from ten.

"Hide and seek!"

Walmart.

I wasn't sure how to act that out, so I said, "Er, that, er, the shop opposite the McDonald's down the street!"

"Walmart!" Lena said with a laugh.

"Can she do that? Talk in the game?" Brainy asked as I moved onto the next slip.

"Technically she didn't say the answer, so yeah," Nia said with a shrug. "Three more left and twenty seconds, guys!"

Having a bright idea.

I pointed to one of the light bulbs above as and motioned to it on my head, making a 'ding' noise with my mouth.

"A bright idea?"

"Yes! Okay, er..."

A penny for your thought.

I dug out a penny from my pocket and held it up before pointing to my head.

"Penny for your thought!"

"Okay, how is she getting these?!" Alex complained, mildly confused.

Kelly laughed at her girlfriend as I moved onto the next one.

Coconut.

"Shoot, er..."

"Five seconds left!" Nia called out.

"That thing your car ran over on our second date!" I shouted, meeting Lena's eyes and hoping she'd understand.

"Three!"

"Oh! Er, it was..."

"Two!"

"Come on, Lena!"

"One!"

"A coconut!"

"Time's up!" Nia called it, and I looked to her to see how many points we got. She looked at her point system before sighing disappointedly. "Nine points."

"Yes!" Lena and I shouted with excitement, and she stood up to embrace me in a hug.

We were laughing as James tried to get our attention.

"You drove over a coconut on your second date?" he asked, probably for everyone, and all eyes were on Lena and I as we remembered it like it was yesterday.

"Look, I don't know how it got there, or where it came from," Lena began, a hint of amusement in her voice, "but we were driving back from this restaurant when I drove over a bump or something."

"We stopped to take a look and it turns out it was a coconut," I finished, shaking my head. "Weird time. But yeah."

Everybody seemed confused, but Lena and I exchanged amused knowing glances.

"Okay, well you two aren't going to be partners next week, since it's unfair how well you work together," Nia commented, before standing up. "Brainy, it's our turn."

Lena grabbed my hand and led me to the couch, the two of us sat side by side watching the others have their go. I didn't even realise we were still holding hands at first, then I felt the warmth from her skin touching mine and smiled to myself. Friends could hold hands, so it wasn't a big deal, but it felt right. I had missed this.

***

Some time passed and any hint of awkwardness between Lena and I had disappeared. We were friends, like we used to be before we got together, and it was nice. I tried to ignore any old feelings that were trying to resurface when I was with her, and I assumed it was working since I hadn't done anything stupid to ruin what we had.

It did feel good to spend all this time with her as well. I'd forgotten what it was like to have her in my life, to have someone with me who understood me. We had inside jokes, memories, time spent where we knew each other inside and out. It was almost a relief to have that, knowing we didn't have to start from scratch.

I guess it was always expected – we'd loved each other dearly. That couldn't be erased, not even after spending a year apart.

A few months into the midst of this friendship, I was at CatCo, in the darkroom processing photos from my camera when I heard a knock on the door.

"Y/N? You in there?"

I recognised the voice as Lena's and called back, "Yeah, you can come in, just be quick!"

The door opened and closed quite quickly, barely a sliver of light creeping into the room thankfully.

"Woah," Lena said, looking around.

"C'mon, you've been in a darkroom plenty of times," I teased with a half smile, glancing up at her.

"Not for a long time, actually," she retorted, playfully glaring at me.

I grinned at her as she joined my side, watching as I hung up some prints I'd just processed.

"So what's up?" I asked, glancing between her and what I was doing.

She was distracted by my hand movements, finally looking to me when I spoke. "Huh? Oh, right. I was wondering if you wanted to get lunch with me. I was free, but now I think you're a little busy."

"No, lunch sounds great!" I said, smiling at her. Her eyes were dark in the red light, yet they made my stomach do somersaults nonetheless. "I just need to finish these last prints. You can stay if you want."

Lena nodded and watched as I moved some more prints from the stop bath to the water tray.

"Where are these?" she asked, looking at the photos hung up already.

"That rally downtown," I remembered. "A few days ago, I think."

"Oh, right."

I glanced at her, watching as she stared at everything with awe. I smiled, admiring how adorable she looked. She always used to do that whenever she'd join me, back when we were dating. No matter how many times I showed her, she still found it all fascinating.

"You want a go?" I asked, earning her attention.

Her head darted to me as she raised her eyebrows. I nodded to the prints that needed 'washing' and she nodded.

"Sure, what do I do?"

I handed her a pair of metal tongs. "Just pick that up," I pointed to the first tray, "and put it in here." I pointed to the second tray. "But first, hang that print up on the line above so it can dry."

She did as I said and I watched to make sure she didn't spill any of the chemicals on herself or her fingers.

"Okay, just a few more here," I said, pointing to the last few prints. "You think you can handle it?"

She rolled her eyes at my playfulness and I smiled as I watched her finish up. When she finished, she set the tongs down on a paper towel. I spotted a little bit of developer solution on the counter and spotted the rest of the paper towels on the side, next to Lena.

I rested a hand on her back as I leaned over her, grabbing the paper towel. I cleaned up the last spot and tossed the paper towel in the bin, about to speak, but I was surprised when I looked to Lena and saw her move forward quickly, pressing her lips to mine.

She pulled me close by the waist and kissed me hard, making my heart beat faster and faster in my chest. I relaxed into her embrace, resting a hand on the side of her face. She moved closer, my back hitting the counter behind me as she swiped my bottom lip with her tongue.

It was like we hadn't been apart when she pulled away for a second, before reattaching her lips to mine. I was still surprised and I knew I should have stopped us, but my heart was saying otherwise as I kissed back, missing the taste of her lips against mine.

She slipped her tongue between my lips and I let out an unsolicited moan, definitely knowing I should stop this now.

"Lena," I breathed out, managing to part our lips for a second, but she reattached them in an instant, and I almost gave in all over again when she began to suck on my lower lip, enticing me with her Luthor charm.

"Lena," I tried again, using every ounce of willpower to pull apart from her.

She finally listened and pulled apart, her eyes meeting mine apologetically, realising what she'd done. "I'm... I'm sorry."

"It's okay," I assured her, tucking a loose hair behind her ear. "That was... unexpected."

"I actually wanted to do that for a while," she admitted, eyes flickering to the ground. "I tried not to, but I couldn't not do anything..."

I felt a little hopeful as I watched her. I couldn't help but blurt out, "I think I'm still in love with you."

This got her attention, as she looked up and searched my eyes. "You are?"

I nodded slowly, holding my breath for her response.

She pursed her lips, raising her hand to caress my cheek. "I think I'm still in love with you, too. I don't think I ever stopped."

I smiled as she looked between my eyes. I always felt a sense of calm when looking in hers, and I guessed some things didn't change.

"I really missed you when you left," I admitted. "I tried really hard to get over you, but I don't think I did. Not really."

"I missed you, too," she muttered. "I hated that I left you."

"You didn't do anything wrong," I said, shaking my head. "Sometimes, the timing is off. But I'm here now and I think that maybe the timing is in our favour again."

"Are you saying you want to try this again?" Lena asked, a hopeful smile on her lips.

"Well, it's either that or we make out every now and then without any real resolve," I joked, and she laughed, smacking me in the shoulder before pulling me close again.

"Nothing will get in the way of us this time," she said confidently. "I won't let it."

I wrapped an arm around her waist and smiled down at her. "You do tend to get your way."

She smiled and leaned into me, her head fitting into my shoulder. I held her close, closing my eyes and smelling that familiar floral scent of her perfume.

She pulled back and met my eyes, a sense of relief present in them.

"I'm really glad you're back," she said softly.

My heart was still pounding in my chest as I smiled at her. "Me too."

#lena luthor x reader #lena luthor #lena luthor imagine #supergirl imagine #supergirl x reader #supergirl #katie mcgrath

[supercorpkid]

April Fools.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 1515.

“Mom, I’m the most horrible person in the world.” You say as soon as Lena steps in the house.

“Your uncle Lex will be so sad to hear that he got dethroned.” She smiles, too proud of her own joke, and you smile back at her, getting distracted for a second. You remember what you were doing and stop smiling immediately.

Lena does her entire routine before going inside. She takes off her coat, hangs her purse on the hanger next to the door, before making her way to the kitchen.

“Mom, I’m serious.” You show her the broken glass on the kitchen floor and Lena furrows her brows. She has a moment of realization and she looks at you, mouth agape.

“No.” It’s the only thing she says.

“I’m sorry! I swear it was an accident.” You watch her coming closer and kneeling on the floor picking up a broken piece.

“Tell me this isn’t what I think it is!”

“Well-I-Yes?” You say, almost like an apology, and she looks up to you from the floor.

“What happened?” She’s getting angrier by the minute.

“I flew in and I didn’t-”

“YOU FLEW IN?” She stands up. She looks like she’s about to spit fire. “How many times did I tell you not to fly inside the house?”

“I know! It was an accident, I thought I had control!” You tell her trying to hold your laughter. You honestly don’t know how she’s falling for it. You flew in? Your powers are not even back yet. And you have a cast on your leg. It’s obviously not a good lie.

“You thought-My God! I swear I think you do this kind of stuff just to aggravate me.” Lena puts her hand on her forehead. “Clean it up.”

“Ok.” You drop your head low. “But can you hold this for me?” You ask, giving her the vase you presumably broke and she looks at you at loss. “April Fools.” You give her a smile and you hear her breathing deep before looking at you.

“I can’t believe you did this.” She looks annoyed, but you see she’s trying to hide a little smile on the corner of her lips.

“Mom. Mom.” You point at your leg. “I mean, it’s your fault you fell for it. I literally have a cast on my leg.”

“Yeah, yeah. I guess I walked right into that one.” She finally smiles a little. And you kiss her cheek. “You still have to clean it up, though.”

“Totally worth it.” You smile before cleaning the floor.

“The weirdest thing happened to me today.” Kara says landing inside of the living room, and you and Lena look up to her. “Every time I flew around in my Supergirl suit, people would just honk and wave.” She sits on the chair with a serious face trying to think what was going on. You press your lips together, trying really hard not to laugh.

“Is that a bad thing?” Lena asks, confused.

“No. I just… I don’t remember doing anything to make them celebrate my presence so much.” Kara says and you turn your head to the side, because it’s getting harder not to laugh.

Lena lifts her eyebrow at you, but says nothing.

“Well, honey, it’s probably just appreciation for your work.” Lena says and Kara stands up, agreeing. “Or…” She adds looking at Kara’s back. “Someone put a ‘honk and wave’ sign on your cape.

“WHAT?” Kara tries to look behind her cape, doing a little twist. She keeps turning around a few times and you can’t help but burst into laughter. “You didn’t!”

“I mean…” You point at her looking like a dog chasing its tail, and Lena helps her out of her cape.

“You! You! How did you do this?” Kara asks, looking at the printed words on her cape and you shrug. “Can I make it disappear?”

“You cannot.” You laugh your answer and Kara huffs sitting back down. She stares at her cape for two minutes.

“What am I going to do? Fly around with a ‘honk and wave’ cape?” She pouts and just imagining it, makes you laugh harder. “Stop laughing! It’s not funny! Why would you do this?”

“It’s April Fools.” You defend yourself and Lena agrees with her head.

“Believe me, I too was a part of this nonsense.” Lena takes Kara’s cape from her hands and looks at it, investigating it.

“I should ground you.” Kara says crossing her arms, and that, that is the funniest joke you’ve heard all day. You fall on the floor, laughing so hard your stomach hurts, and there are tears falling from your eyes. Kara’s eyebrows are pinched together. “I am not joking.”

“Sorry.” You wipe a tear and sit on the floor, looking back at her. “I thought you said you were going to ground me.”

You hear an annoyed hiss and you look at Lena who is looking at you like you’re in deep trouble. But you can’t be, it’s Kara. Kara doesn’t ground you, like ever. So, it’s cool.

“That’s exactly what I said.” She looks way too upset over a stupid joke. “And because you had this reaction, I think it’s the right thing to do.”

“What?” You sit up straight, looking shocked. “It was a joke! Just a prank. For April Fools.”

“You went too far. You ruined my cape. How do you want me to wear it now?”

“You could just stop wearing it all together. Capes are lame, anyway!”

“You’re lame.” Kara replies and your eyes widens. “And you’re grounded.”

“MOMMA!” You stand up in complete shock and disbelief. “You-But-You can’t.”

“I absolutely can! What? Do you think that only Lena has that type of authority?” Kara grabs her cape and gives it to you. “You’re grounded, and you’re going to fix this! Now-” She takes a deep breath. “Go to your room.”

“You can’t be serious!” You look at her face that looks extremely serious. “Are you? Are you serious?”

“Dead serious.” Kara takes another deep breath. “Go to your room, young lady.”

Even Lena reacts to that. She makes a loud surprised sound and you look at her, almost asking for help. Lena shrugs, and you can see her eyes tinkling like she thinks that’s the sexiest thing Kara has ever done.

“Wow. Just wow.” You pull the cape completely out of her hands. “When did you become so old?”

She doesn’t answer and you make your way to your room, complete upset by the awful turn this took. Kara has never once grounded you herself. It’s always with Lena’s push or consent. And calling you ‘young lady’? Wow, that was a low blow.

You look at the cape knowing exactly how to remove the stupid ‘honk and wave’ joke, but you’re so mad you don’t want to do it. Regardless of how annoyed you are, you still do your best to remove the print from the thick fabric, and you do a pretty good job, making it look almost new.

It’s Kara who comes to tell you it’s time for you to go to bed, like they do it every night. So, she opens the door from your room, and without saying a word you give her the cape back. She examines it, looking satisfied with the result.

“Very well.” She says throwing her cape over her shoulders. You’re rolling your eyes and biting the inside of your mouth, looking very angry. “What’s with the face?”

“Are you serious?” You throw yourself in bed. “You grounded me.”

“Yeah, so?” Kara looks at you like you’re giving her attitude for nothing. “Lena grounds you all the time.”

“Yes! Lena! Not you. And certainly not over a joke!” You grunt. Kara gives you a little smile and that just makes you frown harder.

“Oh, what? Did I forget to say?” Kara comes closer to you. “Happy April fools, loser!” She then starts laughing at you, making you furrow your eyebrows harder.

“WHAT?” You bark, dumbfounded.

“What? You think you’re the only one who can pull pranks?” She throws herself, still laughing, next to you and wraps her arms around you. “I got you big time.”

“You-Wait.” There’s a smile trying to come out from your lips, but you hold it. “I’m not grounded?”

“No!” She takes her phone out of her pocket and goes to the album. “Look at your reaction when I said you were grounded.”

“You filmed it?” You’re beyond shocked and Kara is so proud of her prank you can’t even be mad at her for it. You two watch the video together, that Lena was filming by the way, and you laugh at your reaction and the expression you make when she says ‘young lady’.

“See, I’m still young at heart.” She kisses your cheek, getting up from the bed, and you smile at her. “By the way, it’s on! I can’t wait for next year.”

“It’s so on.” You agree and you also can’t wait for the next April Fools. You know Kara really well, and this whole thing just escalated to a prank war. It’s going to get wild and awesome!

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[ofendlesswonder]

Tell me I'm wrong - supercat pretty pretty pleaseee

36. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’ve been avoiding me.” Kara strides into Cat’soffice in a blaze of fury, her eyes dark and stormy, a streak of ash under her jaw and she’s really, really trying Cat’s patience because had it not been onlya few hours since Supergirl had put out a fire downtown?

Did she really think Cat is so naive?

“And how,” Cat answers, leaning back in her chair and glancing out towards the bullpen – it’s thankfully empty, and Cat wonders if Kara has been waiting to do this all day, knowing that Cat would be staying late, Carter at his father’s for the weekend. “Pray tell, have I managed to do that, considering you work for me?”

“So you haven’t sent me out on every pointless errand under the sun for the past three days?” Karademands, and oh, Cat likes her like this, brazen and defiant and devastatingly beautiful. “I’m not an idiot.”

“But you must think I am, hm?” Cat counters, her own anger rising to the surface in the face of Kara’s obvious irritation. “What’s that on your neck, Kara? Did you forget to look in a mirror before you stormed in here?”

“What?” Kara’s eyebrows draw into a frown before she turns towards the reflective surface of Cat’s balcony door, flushing when she sees the grey mark on her skin and frantically rubbing it away. “That’s just… dust from when I was in the store cupboard earlier,” she says, lamely, and Cat’s scoff is full of derision.

“Please.” She curls her hands over the arms of her chair, fighting the urge to rise of it and stalk towards her assistant, sure that Kara wouldn’t be so brave if Cat was staring her down, but she doesn’t dare, because the last time they’d been so close to one another, after another blistering argument just like this one, they’d ended up kissing until they were both breathless and wanting, and it had taken every inch of Cat’s willpower to push Kara away, instead of dragging her closer and demanding she fly them to Cat’s penthouse apartment.

She’s sure that that’s the subject that Kara’s come totalk about, because in the three days since, Cat has done everything she possibly can to ensure that it doesn’t happen again.

And it can’t happen again, because god, Kara is so, so dangerous and she doesn’t even realise it – she holds the power to ruin Cat completely, has a hold over her that she wouldn’t even believe if Cat told her.

And that’s not the only reason why it’s a terribleidea, either – Kara is still her assistant, and while a scandal like that probably wouldn’t hurt Cat’s career (she’s used to brushing off stories that paint her in a wicked light, and there have been a lot of them over the years, and they’d never managed to do her anyharm), it would destroy Kara’s, and Cat (try as hard as she might not to) cares far too much about the girl to risk it.

“Don’t change the subject.” Kara tries to get herselfback on the offensive, striding over to Cat’s desk and leaning over the top of it, hands splayed on the surface, and Cat tries to forget what it felt like tobe pressed against this very desk by the solid weight of Kara’s body. “You’ve been avoiding me ever since the other night, ever since we kissed - ”

“Is this really the appropriate place for thisconversation, Kiera?” Cat meets Kara’s gaze, doesn’t back away even though Kara towers over her, waiting to see if she’ll react to the name – she doesn’t,except to tense her jaw, muscle twitching in her neck.

“It was an appropriate place to be making out in theother day, so - ”

“Enough.” Cat slams her hands down on the desk hard enough to make Kara flinch, beforerising to her feet, facing off with the other woman across her desk. “I don’t know what impression I gave you the other day, but - ”

“Impression?” Kara scoffs, leaning back to settle her hands on her hips, head tilted up in defiance, and Cat hasn’t seen her so confident since she’d thrown Cat over her balcony and she wonders, for a moment, if something had happened to her again before quickly shaking the thought away – if it had, Cat is certain that she’d already be falling. “The impression of you sticking your tongue down my throat, you mean?”

She says it to get a reaction, and god damn her, itworks, Cat’s cheeks flushing because yes, she’d allowed herself a moment of a weakness, a moment to deepen the kiss and pull Kara closer, because if that was the only kiss they’d ever share, she wanted to make sure it was a memorable one.

“Look, Kara - ”

“No, you look - ”

“Will you stop interrupting me for five seconds andlet me speak?!” Cat asks, exasperated, but Kara merely shakes her head.

“No, you’ve had three days’ worth of chances to talk,Cat – I called you and I texted you after you stormed off that night, and I’ve tried to come in here and talk to you since, a dozen times – but you didn’t take any of them, so now it’s my turn.”

Kara has never challenged her so openly, and god, Cat hates the fact that it’s turning her on, just a little bit, seeing that defiance in her gaze, her chest falling a little faster than normal, anger making her breathe heavily, and she wonders what it would feel like, to have the full weight of that anger pressed against her.

“And I know what you’re going to tell me, anyway,”Kara continues, and Cat arches an eyebrow, because she’d very much like to hear that. “You’re going to tell me that it was a mistake, that it can never happenagain, that you don’t know what you were thinking. But you’d be lying, Cat, because you kissed me back. I’ve seen you looking at me when you think I don’t notice, I can hear your heartbeat spike whenever I walk into your office.” It’s as close to an admission of her powers as she’s ever come, but she doesn’t giveCat a chance to press her (and really, they’ve both known that the game is up for quite some time, now), “I know that you feel something for me. And I feel the same way, or I wouldn’t have kissed you, and isn’t that enough? Isn’t that worth trying, instead of pushing me away?”

Her eyes are so earnest, so pleading, and Cat’s throat feels tight. “Kara, I - ”

“Don’t,” Kara holds up a hand, and Cat doesn’t havethe strength to be annoyed at being interrupted yet again, because she feels raw and aching from Kara’s words and oh, if things were only that simple, thenshe would have kissed the girl months ago. “Just… tell me I’m wrong, and I’ll never bring it up again. Tell me I’m wrong, and I’ll walk away right now and wecan pretend it never happened.”

That would be the best thing for the both of them, Cat knows. They could ruin one another, absolutely and completely, and god, how would they even work together? Kara is young and bright and beautiful, and Cat is old and jaded and cynical, she has ason and she’s her boss and it’d be a HR nightmare, but when Kara is looking at her with those blue, blue eyes… all of the terrible reasons why seem to float away.

“I think we both know that you’re not wrong.” Cat’svoice is soft, and she can’t quite bring herself to meet Kara’s gaze, doesn’t want to see hope blooming behind her eyes. “But, Kara, you and I… it’s just not that simple.”

“Why not?” Kara steps around the side of Cat’s desk,and Cat takes a step back, doesn’t trust herself to be close to her, but she’s no match for those damn long legs, and Kara’s in-front of her and reaching forher hands before Cat can even blink. “I know it’s complicated, I’m not naïve, but… if there’s something there, don’t you think we owe it to each other to try?”

“But what about everything standing in our way?” Cat has to ask, eyes fluttering closed when Kara reaches up to brush gentle fingertips across her cheek.

“Since when have you ever run away from a problem?”

“Since it terrified me.” Cat opens her eyes to findKara’s on her face, soft and vulnerable. “Youterrify me.”

“Like you don’t terrify me?” Kara replies,eyebrows twitching upwards. “You’re the queen of all media, and I’m just your lowly assistant.”

“I think we both know you’re much more than that,” Cat murmurs. “And what could I possibly offer Supergirl?”

To her credit, Kara doesn’t flinch at the mention ofher alter-ego, holding Cat’s gaze steady as she replies. “Everything.”

She leans down to kiss her, then, and Cat is unable todo anything but surrender to the feeling, her hands sliding into the belt loops of Kara’s pants.

They have so much to talk about, so much to think about, and Cat knows it won’t be easy, if they really want to do this thing, but when Kara sighs into her mouth as Cat pulls her impossibly closer she knows that, no matter what, it will be worth it.

#supercat #supercat:minific #lockdown prompts #Anonymous

[returningwriter]

Date Night Blues

@humaninprogress77 asked: Ok but where is the fix of Kara going to a date with William but getting drunk bc she doesn’t want to be there and she just thinks about Lena and then flies drunk to talk to Lena while she is drunk???

Kara was totally good to fly or so she thought right up until she crashed on Lena’s balcony and ended up in a heap with her head in a flower pot.

The date with William had been so awkward that it had led her to take them to the alien dive bar to try to make it less so, but a few dozen shots of some kind of alien scotch later she’d bailed.

Truth be told, the entire night she’d been thinking about Lena. Talking about how great Lena was or had been. Wishing she was doing these things with Lena. It had been very Lena Luthor-centric, to say the least!

So she’d faked needing the bathroom and then used her super-speed to flee for her life without as much as a sorry or a it’s not you, it’s me, lame excuse. And now she was ready to throw up in a flower pot and Rao she could hear the balcony door opening and then she could smell Lena.

“Kara?” the raven-haired beauty, yes beauty because Lena Luthor was freaking gorgeous and she was done with pretending to be straight, despite what her friends and family kept saying!

“Hiii, so I guess you’re wondering why I’m here with my head in your flowerpot uh?” she asked and shakily got to her feet.

“Among other things and are you… are you drunk?” Lena asked with the mother of all raised eyebrows and she burst out giggling.

“No! I’m way beyond drunk you sexy CEO you! I’m totally and utterly poo-faced!” she declared as she flung out her arms triumphantly and punched a hole in the wall.

“Oops!” she giggled way to hard and shook the dust and plaster from her hand.

“Do I want to know what brought you to this state?” Lena asked calmly and motioned with a manicured hand at the sorry state of her right now. Rumbled pink shirt, crooked glasses, flushed cheeks, and ruffled ponytail. Yes, she was a drunken mess!

“You’re the big brain genius, can you tell me why does dating suck so bad? Like really bad!” she asked dropping her arms to her sides with a defeated sigh. Then she pouted like a moody kid.

“Bad date, uh?” Lena asked biting down on her knuckle trying not to laugh at her drunken antics, but she’d missed seeing that little smile. At least the green-eyed girl wasn’t being mean or stand-offish tonight.

“The worst! I think it’s because I don’t like guys, girls are prettier and you’re the prettiest!” she hiccuped and Lena was actually super pretty tonight. Wearing her raven-dark hair down, with no makeup on, in an old baggy red sweater and faded blue jeans.

“My, aren’t you out and proud tonight,” Lena commented and she frowned at her friend.

“Says you, Miss checking me out all the time! Yeah, I noticed! Thanks for the flowers by the way!” she shot back with a snort but then the world started spinning and she leaned against the balcony railing. Lena didn’t answer her accusations but the green-eyed genius did pause before speaking.

"Kara why don’t you come in and I’ll make us some tea?” Lena offered softly at seeing her stumbling around.

“I don’t want tea! I want you to be my friend again! I want to undo this mess, I even tried to undo it but it didn’t work!” she mumbled and yanked off her glasses which made her suit appear. Why hadn’t she stayed in the reality where Lena had pleaded the fifth?

“Stupid activation trigger!” she whined and slid down to the ground in defeat.

“It sounds like you had a really rough night,” Lena said still sounding gentle and sat down next to her on the balcony floor.

“Don’t pretend to be nice to me,” she replied feeling mopey now as the sad parts of being drunk as a skunk hit.

“I get it, coming out is hard but why did you come to me? We’re not exactly on the best of terms these days,” the pretty smelling girl asked and she groaned.

“Because I want to be friends again but also because I think you’re all kinds of hot but that’s because I’m super drunk and I’ll just go now!” she blurted drunkenly, now embarrassed too and tried to stand up but Lena grabbed her arm and pulled her back down.

As she allowed herself to be pulled back down she felt dizzy and warm inside and had Lena’s eyes always been that green? Dizzy, again she felt so dizzy, like Red Kryptonite dizzy but better!

“As much as I appreciate the kind words, you are as you said very drunk,” Lena said and it made her blush. Then her X-ray vision kicked in!

Rao! All that pale skin and those soft curves and she forced herself to look away before she was caught staring, but caught she was.

“Now who is checking out who?” the sexy CEO girl asked and bit into her lower lip and Great Krypton’s Ghost, she wanted the Earth to open up and swallow her whole! But she also wanted to kiss those lips. Drunken bravery for the win!

Lena felt sorry for her friend, despite everything she still considered Kara a friend, three years of badly hidden love and affection didn’t go away that easily it would seem. Here she was, Kara Danvers, Supergirl, drunkenly complimenting her on her looks and pouring her little blonde heart out and it was cute but also sad. 

“My offer stands, come inside and mmph!” she was cut off when Kara kissed her and it took all of her willpower not to kiss the blonde hero back. 

Fireworks were going off in her head though and the blonde tasted like cherries and scotch. Like a love-struck teenager, she closed her eyes but held her hands above her head and away from Kara’s tempting muscular arms

“Oh fiddlesticks, Lena I’m so sorry like I’m all the sorries!” Kara blurted out and having only a split second to stop the blonde from fleeing like a scared puppy, she put her finger on the girl’s glistening lips.

“Come inside and I’ll make us some tea?” she asked hopefully this time and then couldn’t stop herself from giggling when Kara went cross-eyed trying to drunkenly look at her finger.

This would have to be done slowly she decided. Kara was, despite everything, the sweetest girl she’d ever met and in no way did she want to take advantage of her in her current very drunken state.

“Nod once for yes,” she instructed the thoroughly confused and drunk blonde and like the adorable puppy she was, Kara gave a slow nod and she felt the smile blossoming against her finger. It wasn’t much but it was a start. 

Wrote this on my phone so sorry if it’s a mess!

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