#in some universe this is how alex found out that kara and lena started dating

[c-optimistic]

Soulmate au?

i.

“Do you believe in soulmates?” Kara asks suddenly one day. They’re in Lena’s office, having a rather late lunch, and had lapsed into a rather awkward silence when Kara blurts out her question.

(Mending friendships is slow, tedious work.

But much like all her other goals, Lena doggedly pursues it, determined to see it through.)

“No, I’m a scientist,” Lena laughs, putting her fork down. “Why do you ask? Do you think you found your soulmate?”

She doesn’t know why she asks. She doesn’t want the answer to that. She doesn’t want to hear about Kara’s dating life. Ask her why, and she’d vehemently deny knowing the reason, but the truth is that the thought of Kara with someone else sends poisonous shards through Lena’s chest, twists her all up inside, and leaves her feeling like her world has crashed around her.

(It’s not dramatic at all.)

“What? No!” Kara says to Lena’s ultimate relief. “No, it’s for an article.”

“You’re writing about soulmates?”

“Well, not exactly. There’s this woman here in National City who claims she can find your soulmate.”

“Oh?” Lena says, raising an eyebrow. Kara nods.

“Apparently, she can see the three ‘Marks’ of soulmates.” When Lena just eyes Kara skeptically, Kara grins and shrugs. “I’m serious! She claims there’s the Mark of Pain, the Mark of Skin, and the Mark of String.”

“...right,” Lena says, stretching out the word and smiling when Kara laughs. “So how does it work?”

“Well, I’ve only talked to her on the phone. But she says soulmates are attached in different ways. And she can sense it. Even if we ordinary people can’t. Like, her string theory—”

“—I don’t think that’s what the string theory is, Kara,” Lena interrupts, but Kara’s on a roll.

“I know, I know. But she says she can see it. Red thread, tied from one person to another. Or tattoos on people’s skin that matches in some way, and only she can see.” Kara shrugs. “She has a pretty good Yelp rating. Everyone says she’s gotten it right.”

“That seems more like confirmation bias than anything. And of course she’s making money off this.”

Kara smiles warmly at her, her eyes soft behind the glasses she didn’t technically need. She looks at Lena in a way that makes Lena heart skip a beat or two, that makes her momentarily forget about the past year of difficulty between them. Suddenly, she’s only looking at her best friend, and she’s a little bit in love.

“So you don’t believe in soulmates?” Kara confirms, her smile turning wistful.

“Why? Do you?” She doesn’t know why she asks. She doesn’t really want to know the answer, sure that any response Kara gives will just be a kick to the chest. Another crack in her heart.

She really wishes she hadn’t asked.

“I don’t know,” Kara responds after a short pause, clearly giving it a lot of thought. “But I hope soulmates do exist.” Kara lets out a laugh. “Maybe this woman can lead me to mine.”

(And there it is, that kick to the chest and crack in her heart she expected.)

Lena looks away, pretends to be startled by the time, but even as Kara gathers her things to leave, she secures Lena’s promise to look into this mystical soulmate finder together.

It’s a promise Lena is sure she’s going to regret.

ii. pain

“So, it’s weird that she refuses to see us in person, right?” Lena asks, looking to Alex for some support, which the elder Danvers is only too happy to give. “It’s odd. Why doesn’t she meet us in person?”

Kara shoots them both an impatient look, clearly not impressed with their negativity. “She doesn’t want to be affected by our energies while she’s working,” she explains, checking her phone before looking up and making sure they are at the right place.

“Our energies?” Alex asks dubiously, making a face at Lena behind Kara’s back. She times it poorly; before she can school her features into a neutral expression, Kara has turned to look at them again, her eyes narrowing.

“Being skeptical and being dismissive are two very different things,” Kara scolds them, sounding just a bit testy. “There’s nothing wrong with keeping an open mind, even about things you don’t or can’t understand.”

Alex opens her mouth, clearly about to start a debate, but Lena butts in, silencing Alex with a hand on her shoulder and giving Kara a small, placating smile. “You’re right, we’re sorry. We’ll behave,” she says, squeezing Alex’s shoulder until she lets out a grunt in the affirmative. When Kara is seemingly satisfied, nodding at them briskly, she continues leading them down the street, eyes on the storefronts. Alex, however, elbowed Lena hard the second Kara’s back was turned.

“What’s wrong with you?” she hisses, elbowing Lena again. “We’ll behave?”

“She’s right, there’s plenty we don’t understand, plenty out there in the universe we can’t make sense of, so maybe keeping an open mind isn’t the worst thing—”

“—oh, shut up, you know very well you’re only taking her side for one reason, and—”

“I can hear you two, you know,” Kara says loudly, interrupting their hushed argument. “Also, we’re here.”

She stops and looks up at the rundown tea shop, nestled between an old record store that had clearly seen better days, and a very busy video game and comic book store. Lena tugs on her coat when a few kids eye her as they enter the store, ducking their heads together and beginning to whisper.

“All right, well explain where here is,” Alex says, stepping closer to her sister. “You haven’t actually explained anything.”

Kara nods, gesturing for them to enter the tea shop, the three of them finding an empty table and huddling around it, perching on tiny, uncomfortable chairs. The tea shop is, for the most part, a place Lena would never have entered on her own volition. It’s frilly and pink, photos of cats everywhere, with sticky tables and stifling heat. Yet, there’s also an odd comfort to the place: it smells heavenly, the aroma of freshly brewed tea mixing with a variety of sweets, all neatly arranged at the display next to the register. The customers also look like they’re at home, nestled in corners reading books, tapping away on computers, and even on what looks to be a very engaging date.

It’s nice. Even if she’s skeptical of the reason they came here, she’s glad she’s come across this place. She thinks she may even come by again, especially if their tea is any good.

“So apparently, there are two people who work here who are soulmates,” Kara explains, motioning for Alex and Lena to lean towards her. Lena finds herself swallowing a little when the aroma of the tea shop is mixed with Kara’s heavenly scent. Her mind goes a little fuzzy, and she knows she has a silly expression on her face because Alex is smirking at her. Kara, of course, focused on work and on her explanation, notices nothing. “They have the Mark of Pain. We’re here to observe, see if they actually can feel each other’s pain.”

“I don’t know if I’d like that one,” Alex says conversationally, leaning back in her rickety chair and eyeing the register and the zoned-out employee behind it. “I mean, can you imagine? In my line of work? Kelly would always be in pain.”

“You think Kelly is your soulmate?” Lena asks, a little surprised by the easy way Alex has said it. Like it’s a fact. Like it’s just true. “What about Maggie? How do you know?”

“Who says you have to have one soulmate?” Alex shoots back, shrugging. “Kara’s my soulmate too. Platonically, of course. You, even.” She grins when Lena’s eyes widen, when she opens and closes her mouth wordlessly, confused and overwhelmed and unsure. “What? Just because I don’t believe in this mystic lady doesn’t mean I don’t believe in the concept of soulmates. But who says it has to be romantic? Or that it’s just one person?”

“So what is it?”

“People in your life who enter it and just...stay. Your found family. Chosen family.” She looks away from the employee at the register and smiles at Kara. “Kara agrees. Right?”

Kara, who has pulled out her notebook and has taken a few notes down about the employee at the register, nods distractedly. “We were drunk when we came up with this,” she explains, meeting Lena’s eyes and blushing slightly for whatever reason. “But it just seems—well, it seems silly to think that in the entire universe there’s one person who’d be your perfect partner. That’s also really sad,” she mumbles. “If that were true, who’s to say my soulmate didn’t die with Krypton?” She shrugs awkwardly. “I think sometimes people are just connected. Meant to be in each other’s life. In whatever form that may be.” Kara looks at Lena carefully, her mouth opening and her cheeks reddening further. “Like—” But Lena doesn’t get to hear what Kara wants to say. At that moment, another employee comes in from the back entrance, looking slightly distracted, eyes on the employee behind the register.

“Look,” Alex says suddenly, sitting up straighter as the employee walks by, bumping into a table roughly. “Whoa,” she says, and Lena silently agrees.

Because just as the employee mumbles a curse and rubs their side, blushing furiously and looking embarrassed, the zoned-out employee at the register winces in pain, rubbing that same spot.

A point, Lena thinks, in the strange mystic woman’s favor.

iii. skin

Lena begins researching the strange mystic woman in earnest.

(In her free time, far away from Kara’s eyes or Alex’s judgment.)

Everything about her is frustratingly perfect—perfect enough that Lena is suspicious. The woman’s website is well-made and professional, littered with testimonials and photos of weddings. There are a range of services with a range of prices, and no matter how much Lena digs, she doesn’t see a single bad thing about the woman.

It’s the internet, she thinks as she scrolls through Google reviews, grimacing at the emojis that filled each comment. Surely someone, somewhere would use the anonymity to their advantage to say something less than complimentary.

No one is perfect, Lena thinks to herself. Which means one of two things: this woman is a fraud (more likely) or she has some sort of ability to force people to write nice things about her on the internet (Lena’s had a few drinks when this becomes a plausible option to her).

She doesn’t remember dialing the number on the website, but the next thing she knows, someone with an airy voice is on the other end, asking her if she’s ready to meet her soulmate.

“You’re a fraud, did you know that?” Lena asks. “It’s cruel what you’re doing, really. Telling people there’s someone perfect out there who loves them for them. That’s unkind.”

“Oh, Lena!” the woman says, the airy tone dropping for a moment. “I mean,” she continues, the affectation back, “I’ve been expecting a call from you, Lena Luthor.”

“Oh, have you? Can you see the future as well as the red string connecting people?”

The woman chuckles, and she sounds vaguely familiar. Lena’s drunk mind chalks it up to being drunk. “I can’t see the future,” she says, sounding amused. “I just knew you would contact me after Kara Danvers began her article on my business.”

“Oh?” Lena mutters sarcastically.

“The answer to your question is yes,” she says, and Lena chokes on nothing.

“I didn’t ask a question. The ‘oh’ was rhetorical.”

“No, Lena Luthor, the question you called me to ask. I’ll give it to you, free of charge: yes.”

“I don’t have a question,” Lena denies, not liking the way the woman on the other end of the phone laughs. “Is this how you tricked the others? Tell them what they want to hear, and they write you obnoxiously positive reviews?”

“So you admit it’s what you wanted to hear,” the woman shoots back with glee, that stupid tone gone, and for the second time, Lena swears she knows this voice. “I mean,” she clears her throat, “I haven’t tricked anyone. I just tell people what I see. Didn’t you see the truth at the tea shop?”

“I think there’s a perfectly logical explanation for that,” Lena argues. “Phantom pains, an old bruise, sympathetic—”

“—okay, you’re skeptical,” the woman interrupts, “I understand. What if I show you a second example?”

Lena thinks about it for a moment. “Fine. But on my terms. I want you to find Jess’s soulmate.” She’s just drunk enough that this seems like a wonderful idea. On the other end of the phone, the woman sounds like she’s hacking up a lung.

“Your secretary?” she asks incredulously, once again sounding familiar.

“How did you—”

“—okay, I will do this,” the woman interrupts, rushing to speak. “In two days, you will be able to see her Mark as well as the Mark of her soulmate, just like I do.”

“That makes no sense, what are you—” But she never finishes her sentence. The woman hangs up, leaving Lena looking at her phone, trying to blink away her shock.

By the time she wakes up the following morning, groaning at her hangover and nearly telling Kara she loves her when the reporter shows up to her apartment with coffee and pastries, Lena���s forgotten all about the call.

///

Jess lingers every time she steps into Lena’s office. She eyes Lena oddly, stares at her hands, and shifts awkwardly on her feet. After the third time, Lena rolls her eyes, sets her pen down, and gives Jess her full attention.

“Is there something wrong?”

“No!” Jess says immediately, then grimaces. “Well, yes. But nothing bad. Not really.” Lena waits her out, knowing Jess will get to the point eventually. “My partner and I, well, we had plans this weekend. We’re supposed to leave straight from work, so I was—”

“—oh, right. Your time off. Yes, of course, feel free to leave early.” She picks up her pen, thinking this is the end of the conversation.

“Um, actually Ms. Luthor, I was wondering if you’d be willing to meet him.”

“Meet who?” Lena asks distractedly.

“My partner.” Something must show on Lena’s face when she drops her pen a second time and looks up at Jess, because she hurries to explain. “He’s a huge fan of your work. And he’s a big part of my life. I’d like you to meet him. If you can.” She tacks on the last three words almost as an afterthought, not quite meeting Lena’s eyes.

“Yes, of course. We can—”

“—wonderful, he’s right outside,” Jess says, smiling wide, rushing out of Lena’s office. A moment later, she returns, a tall, charming looking man following close behind.

She introduces them, and for the next hour, they chat amicably, discussing Lena’s work and Jess’s exceptionalism, and the weekend getaway plans. Except, Lena’s not quite sure she retains any of the information she gleans from the conversation—in fact, if you asked her, she couldn’t even remember if Jess had ever mentioned where she and her partner were even going.

Because when Jess’s partner reaches out to shake Lena’s hand, his sleeve rides up just slightly, revealing a small tattoo with Jess’s name on the inside of his wrist.

Lena doesn’t need to see a similar tattoo, with Jess’s partner’s name, on the inside of Jess’s wrist for her to realize what she’s come across.

“Those tattoos are quite nice,” Lena says when they get up to leave, Jess’s partner leaving her office first. “The artist who did them is quite talented.”

Jess gives Lena an odd look. “I’m sorry, Ms. Luthor,” she says, “what tattoo?”

Lena gestures to Jess’s wrist, but when she looks down, the mark is gone.

And that is a second point in the mystic woman’s favor.

iv. string

Lena absolutely, positively, without a single shred of doubt, does not believe in soulmates. The concept is ludicrous. To think that in a massive and constantly expanding universe, the atoms that make her are somehow destined to be near the atoms that make up someone else is an entirely ridiculous conclusion. She does not believe in the concept of a perfect partner, of someone she is meant to be with, of an individual to whom she is forever connected.

(And to be quite frank, there’s a bit of fear too. She doesn’t want soulmates to exist. For one, she’s worried about the prospect that the universe would pay back her family’s misdeeds by forever ensuring Lena does not have a soulmate. And for another, the far more terrifying option, she does have a soulmate, and that poor soul is bound to her of all people.

What an awful, horrible fate—nothing she’d wish on her worst enemy, least of all the person she’s supposedly destined to be with.)

Lena does not believe in soulmates. She doesn’t.

What she does believe in is Kara.

(Kara, who had her back from the day they met. Kara, who had saved her life more than once. Kara, who made mistakes—just like Lena—but had met Lena halfway and worked hard to fix things between them. Kara, who for all her flaws and missteps, is Lena’s best friend in the world, the one person who has seen Lena for Lena, from the moment they first locked eyes.

Kara, who Lena is hopelessly in love with; Kara, who has never shown interest in women; Kara, who has recently taken up the really rather unfortunate habit of telling Lena she loves her every chance she gets.

And then there’s Lena, who swallows down what she wants to say and instead smiles bitterly as she intones, “I love you too, you’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”)

Lena is pretty smart. She can say so without sounding obnoxious about it, because it’s a generally accepted fact. She’s pretty smart, and she was dumb enough to fall in love with someone who could never love her back the same way. She rather thinks that if soulmates are indeed real, then that wouldn’t have been possible. Then again, perhaps that’s not entirely true.

(She thinks about Alex’s notion of what soulmates are or could be, of Kara’s thoughts on connection, and she thinks that maybe—even if she wants it to—she isn’t meant to be with Kara romantically. If there’s anyone in her life who is her family, anyone Lena has chosen, anyone she has picked again and again and again, it’s Kara.

It will always, romantically or not, be Kara.

And if that’s not the definition of a soulmate, Lena’s not quite sure what is.)

For the second time in less than a week, Lena finds herself dialing a number from a well-maintained website.

“Lena Luthor,” the airy voice says as soon as she picks up. “I admit I’m surprised you’re calling. I gave you proof and your answer. What more can you need?”

“These soulmates you find,” Lena says, trying not to let her disappointment seep into her tone too much, “have you ever thought maybe you’re matching people who aren’t meant to be together romantically?”

The mystical woman makes a noise that sounds like a cross between a snort of disbelief and a huff of amusement. “You’re—wow,” she says, dropping the silly tone, and if her voice was just a tiny bit higher, Lena would swear it was— “Listen. Yes, platonic soulmates are a thing. They’re great. We love them. Some people only have platonic soulmates. But you are not platonic soulmates with—”

“—yes but how do you know something like that, that seems hard to—”

“—it’s like talking to a brick wall,” the woman interrupts, and Lena can hear some sort of scuffle from the other end, as if someone is trying to pull the phone out of the woman’s grasp. “Look,” the woman says after a second, sounding a bit out of breath, “I’m going to tell you something I have never told anyone else. Of the three Marks, the most clear and obvious sign of two people belonging romantically together is the Mark of String.” The woman pauses, and Lena would almost swear that there’s someone else speaking to her. “Here’s what you should do. And I do this free of charge for you, because I’m highly invested in this,” she chuckles as if this is a great joke and then barrels on, “so listen carefully. Tonight, go see the woman you love. Spend the night. If you wake up with a red string tied from your pinky to hers, then you can rest assured she’s the one.”

“I don’t know if—”

“—Lena,” the woman admonishes, and Lena frowns, finally recognizing the voice. “Trust me on this.”

She goes through with it, trusting the not-so-mystical woman.

Except, when Kara sneaks towards the bed she gallantly gave up for Lena, a piece of red thread hanging from her hand, Lena sits up and clicks on the bedside table light.

“You have a lot of explaining to do,” Lena tells Kara.

v.

They’re sitting on opposite ends of the couch, facing each other, Kara sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest, and Lena trying hard (and failing) to act relaxed.

“So?” she prods, gesturing to the red thread still tied to Kara’s pinky finger. “Want to explain your practical joke?”

“Joke?” Kara says in shock, shaking her head immediately. “No, Lena, it’s not a joke. Not even a little bit.”

Lena’s heart skips a few beats at that, but she maintains an impassive expression. “I don’t understand then. Why would you—”

“—remember a few months back, when I told you I loved you for the first time?” Kara interrupts, jumping to her feet and pacing in front of the couch. She doesn’t wait for Lena to respond. “It took me weeks to gather the courage to tell you. And I’d memorized the whole speech, and at the end you just looked at me like I was speaking to someone else. You told me you loved me as a friend.”

“Right, because you meant it as friends, you…” Lena trails off. “Wait.”

An odd look passes over Kara’s face, something like amusement and exasperation. “Alex told me that I needed to be direct with you. But I—even when I tried, it was like you didn’t hear me.”

(Lena thinks back to all the times Kara had said I love you and she wonders if she’s just heard what she expected to hear and not what Kara was actually trying to say.

Her heart begins to pound in her chest at the very possibility.

Did Kara really....?)

“So what? You decided to recruit Nia to pretend to be a mystical woman? To prove what exactly?”

Kara, surprisingly, looks smug. “You recognized her. I knew it. She was way off script on the phone call, and I tried to get her off the phone but she—”

“—Kara, focus. So the whole soulmate thing was fake?”

Kara winces at that. “Well. Yes, technically.” She stills, coming to a stop several feet in front of Lena. “I asked a few people to help out.”

“Wait, so the two people in the tea shop…” Lena trails off, eyes wide.

“Right, two DEO agents. They should definitely look into acting as a career, I mean they had me convinced, and I knew it was fake—”

“—and Jess?” Lena asks, feeling vaguely overwhelmed.

“Special temporary tattoos made by the DEO, easy to rub off, for both her and her partner.” When Lena is silent a touch too long, Kara rushes to explain. “I mean, it was very hard to convince her to do it. She’s incredibly protective of you, she deserves some kind of raise.”

“She does,” Lena agrees absently, getting to her feet and gesturing towards the red string in Kara’s hand. “And this?”

“We weren’t supposed to get to this. I’d hoped the first two would convince you Nia could honestly see soulmates. I was going to tie it to your pinky. The other end would be connected to me, of course,” she raises her hand with an awkward wave. “But you, um. Caught me.”

Lena bites her lip, marvelling at the sheer amount of work Kara and the others put into this. “Who made the websites? They were perfect.”

“Brainy made them,” Kara explains, a frown appearing on her lips and a crease forming between her brows. “Though I guess he made it too well, since you were suspicious of it.”

“Kara, I—” Lena’s not sure what she wants to say, and she’s glad when Kara interrupts her, taking a step closer, looking at her with an earnest expression.

“Listen,” she says, determination etched onto her features. “I love you. In a romantic way. And if there are soulmates out there, then you’re mine. That’s all this was.”

Lena feels tears well up in her eyes, blurring her vision, and she wants to duck her head, to hide, but Kara is there and saying everything she’s ever wanted to hear, and so instead she just closes the last of the distance between them and wraps her arms around Kara, holding her close, face burrowing into Kara’s neck. “All of this just to say I love you seems a bit dramatic,” she whispers, feeling Kara’s arms go around her waist, clutching her tighter.

“I figured you’d need something dramatic to believe it’s true,” Kara jokes, loosening her hold just a bit so that she can pull back and look at Lena.

“You’re my soulmate too, you know. If there are things like that out there. It was always just you.”

Kara grins brilliantly at her, pressing their foreheads together. “Finally,” she whispers.

#supercorp #fanfic #new #kara danvers #lena luthor

[ambssssssssss]

part 1

Despite Lex’s untimely demise, or timely depending on who you asked, bringing Luthor-Corp back under Lena’s control was a quick and easy process. That was mostly due to Kara, who had insisted that Lena build connections between the board members and employees when Lex essentially abandoned the company in his crusade against the Supers. Even gone, Kara was still saving Lena. Lena thought that it was high time she returned the favor. 

Lena retreated to her personal lab two days after returning to National City and wasted no time. This wasn’t something that Lena could run multiple trials on before deeming it successful. She would only have one attempt to get this right, which meant she had to get all of her calculations exactly right on the first try. There were far too many variables to consider. 

The first step, Lena figured, in travelling through time was to figure out the equation for the speed at which time passed. She quickly ran into a roadblock and reached out to the only person who might have been able to help. She was lucky that the Legends had yet to return to the temporal zone when Lena reached out to contact Gideon. She suspected that such an occurrence was more planned than it was a coincidence due to the fact that Gideon gave up the missing variable Lena needed without any fuss. A message from Sara and Ava followed, advising Lena to be careful messing with time and wishing her good luck on her mission. There was a post script from Sara telling her to say hi to Kara, when she saw her again. It seemed that Lena’s plans were more obvious than she thought, but Lena wasn’t too concerned about it. As long as no one tried to stop her, and Lena didn’t think they would, she honestly didn’t care if they knew what she was doing. 

With the equation issue solved, Lena set out to answer the second and most important questions on her list: how far back should she go?

The simplest solution would be to go back to the day before that final battle, but there was no guarantee that Lena could stop Lex’s attack in time. There was still too much risk. 

The second option Lena considered was going back to just after Crisis, before Lena started to wage her own personal war against Supergirl. She could keep Lex from getting too powerful, patch things over with Kara and they could take him down together. Lena shot that idea down as well. She had no idea how many contingency plans Lex already had in place at that time and no way of knowing how much damage he could do. 

Lena quickly decided that the only way to keep Kara from dying at Lex’s hand was to keep Lex from ever rising to power again in the first place. But what about Kara? Lena needed to be in a time where Kara trusted her, otherwise they would never be able to work together. If this was going to work at all, they couldn’t build their friendship or anything more than that on lies. 

The only way Lena could think of fixing all of this was to start all over. She needed to go back to the very beginning of her friendship with Kara. 

With a date in mind, Lena began working on the final component of her trip.

Because Lena was only sending her consciousness back in time rather than physically travelling there herself, it was simple enough to build the headgear and attach it to the computer that would run the program Lena had designed for the task. Lena had the sense to leave a note addressed to Alex that explained everything that Lena was doing, just in case. She hoped that Alex would never read the note but Lena was too much of a pessimist for that. The fact that she wanted this to work so bad was probably a sign that it wouldn’t work at all. 

Nevertheless, Lena resolved to try. Kara deserved that at the very least. 

After checking the equations for the tenth time, Lena set the date she wanted to travel into the computer and started the algorithm. She settled on the exam table with the headpiece in place. There was no time like the present, after all, and Lena had wasted more than enough time with Kara. She wouldn’t make the same mistake again. 

With her mind focused only on Kara and all the wasted time between them, Lena let her eyes fall closed and the work she had done washed through her being. 

Lena awoke with a splitting headache and groaned into her pillow before her surroundings registered in her mind. Once she realized that was laying on a much more comfortable bed than the examination table in her lab, Lena sat upright in bed. She was in her bedroom, in her apartment in National City, but everything was just slightly off. It was like her apartment hadn’t been lived in yet. 

With a gasp, Lena bolted from her bed, her headache forgotten as she scrambled for her phone to check the date. The model of the phone was enough to let Lena know that she had successfully made it to the past, but she needed to know the date to be sure. Lena could have cried in relief when she finally got her phone on and unlocked but she held the tears in until she was standing in her living room and had turned the television on. There, wearing a sunny smile and her original suit, was Kara. The coverage showed Supergirl stopping a collision between a school bus and semi-truck. 

Lena covered her mouth as a sob escaped her throat. Kara was here, Kara was alive. Lena could save her. Lena did save her. Kara was alive, even if she had no idea who Lena was, she was alive. They had a second chance and this time Lena wasn’t going to waste a moment. 

Making her way to her home office, dimly aware of the way her home seemed so unlived in with the absence of the last five years worth of memorabilia, Lena searched through her desk until she found a simple notebook bound in black leather. The notebook was small enough that Lena would be able to carry it on her person easily, which was good because that was the only way that Lena could be sure the information she put in the notebook was safe. A list of important events that would be happening in the next five years was not something that would be safe as a digital file. Even L-Corp’s servers could, and would, be hacked. Armed with a mechanical pencil and determined not to lose Kara again, Lena began writing. 

The first list was much simpler than the second one that Lena wrote down. First, Lena created a to-do list for herself. Staring with what Lena considered the most important, she wrote:

befriend Kara again

befriend Supergirl 

It seemed silly to list both halves of Kara’s identity as separate entities but Lena had to acknowledge the fact that she was essentially starting from scratch with both Kara and Supergirl. She would need to build a relationship with both versions of the woman she loved separately before she could be let in on Kara’s secret. Selfishly, Lena hoped it wouldn’t take her near as long to prove herself trustworthy again. Leaving complicated thoughts of time travel and relationships to be pondered over later, Lena continued with her list. 

make anti-kryptonite suit

upgrade supersuit

put Lillian away

Deal With Lex

Again, Lena paused for a moment before moving on to other matters. She would have to deal with her equally complicated feelings about her family later. 

build Watchtower

keep Kara alive 

The last item was underlined three times. 

Turning a page in her notebook, Lena began her second list. This one was more of a timeline than a list, a timeline of all the important events that would happen in the near future, from the Daxamite invasion, to Reign’s attack (Lena made a note to bring Sam to National City as soon as possible), to Red Daughter and everything that happened with Lex, to Crisis and Leviathan and finally, to the battle that had resulted in Kara’s death. 

From the rules of time travel that Barry and the Legends followed, Lena knows that there will be some events that she simply cannot change. There will be things that she can’t stop from happening no matter how hard she tries, but she was okay with that. As long as Lena can minimize the damage of those events with her advanced knowledge and, most importantly, as long as she can keep Kara safe, Lena could cope with all the rest. Kara’s death would be the one thing that Lena would change, no matter if the universe wanted her to or not. 

Before she could make any changes though, Lena needed to get to work. After all, it wasn’t every day that a woman got to meet the love of her life for the second time.

#supercorp #supercorp fanfic #make your heart beat better #myhbb 2 #myhbb #part 2 of ? #ambs writes #ambs fics #my fics #this is so much fun to write

[thebluewritingbench]

fic writer review!

thanks @inkedroplets for the tag!

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

Seven at the moment! Gearing up to start posting a longer multichap I've been working on soon, though. ;)

2. Whats your total ao3 word count?

35,678 - though I have an additional 198,658 on my old fanfic.net account lol

3. How many fandoms have you written for?

Four or five, depending on whether you count ATLA/LoK as one fandom or two. My old account had PJO and Harry Potter, and Supergirl most recently.

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

I mean, that's most of them, since there are only seven rn but:

lucky i'm in love with my best friend - supercorp, kara goes on a date with william and then interrupts it by realizing she's actually in love with Lena.

and rain will make the flowers grow - supercorp, a 'what if lena only found out kara was supergirl as kara was dying' (it's sad)

rhymes with monopoly - supercorp, same as this tumblr prompt idk i wanted to try cross-posting one of my tumblr fics. Not sure I'll do it again, tbh.

Missed Notifications in Your Chat: ‘operation expose kyalin - lok, kyalin/korrasami - university au text fic where they're convinced their profs are dating and are overall insufferable about it

we're all in the mood for a melody - lok, korrasami - asami plays the piano a lot it's very domestic fluff

5. Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

I do! Usually not all of them, though, depends on the mood i'm in I suppose. And what the comment says. I read them all multiple times though!

6. A fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending

I'd say the wrong side of a second, which is just essentially just: what if Lena didn't manage to turn off Lex's mount norquay kryptonite canons on time in 5x8 and they hit Kara. The fic is the conversation where Lena has to tell Alex. It's one of two fics I've written where Kara dies, though I'd say the angstier of the two because they don't get time for love confessions and last kisses in that one. You may ask, helena, why do you have two oneshots in which Kara dies? Is this the name you're trying to make for yourself? I'm not sure, honestly. I'll just say i was enabled on discord for the second one. And that angst is kind of thrilling to write. And Kara is (masochistically, perhaps) a great character to kill.

(I tend to reserve tragic endings to oneshots I can knock out in an evening, though. If I'm investing major time into something, I want that happily ever after, please and thank you.)

7. Do you write crossovers?

I haven't, no, though that's not to say I never would.

8. Ever received hate on a fic?

I mean, not seriously. I've received the occasional negative/nasty comment but nothing I couldn't delete or disregard.

9. Do you write smut?

I have it was very scary. I'll probably do it again tho.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of?? I hope not. I think someone asked me if they could post a fic of mine to Wattpad once. I said no.

11. Ever had a fic translated?

Once back on ff.net! A lovely person translated a oneshot i'd written into french. It was very cool.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Not really, no. Though I had a friend that added so much in her beta-reading that it may as well have been cowriting.

13. All time fav ship?

All time fave? Oh idk. But supercorp has my whole heart at the mo

14. WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

mm well I started a (modern) Pride and Prejudice Supercorp AU but I got stuck trying to keep both Kara and Lena in character and the general plot structure of P&P. Maybe I'll go back to it if I ever figure out a way around that. Otherwise, i try to only post things I know I can finish.

15. Writing strengths?

Uhhhhhh gee idk. I like writing descriptions. Also dialogue.

16. Writing weaknesses?

Overuse of ellipses and M-dashes, perhaps? Repetition of certain adjectives and adverbs? Mostly lots of small things.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

Not sure I'd trust myself to do it accurately, tbh. Maybe with a beta who spoke the language?

18. First fandom you wrote for?

Percy Jackson!

19. What’s your fav fic you’ve written so far?

how do you possibly choose? I'm gonna say my road trip AU (still in the works, but upcoming soon) to drum up some hype for anyone who actually read this to the end. (Because i'm not sure i would, tbh. So if you did, hi here's a cookie don't tell anyone.)

i'll tag @mike-wachowski @mssirey @janusa @tsunderegirlfriend @smileymikey if y'all feel like it idk

#what do you tag these #tag games #writing #?

[trixicbean]

little miss perfect

read on ao3

Kara was singing because of course, she was. Lena could hear her from outside the apartment. She smiled and pushed the door open to see Kara writing and singing as she did. Lena didn’t recognise the song though. She listened carefully to the lyrics. 

I was adopted when I was two

My parents spoiled me rotten

Relatable. She scoffed at her thought, going over and pressing a kiss to her girlfriend’s cheek before she continued with her after work routine as Kara carried on singing. 

Often I ask myself, "What did I do?"

To get as far as I've gotten

She almost laughed to herself. She had heard about ten seconds of the song and it was basically describing her. It was ten seconds. She shouldn’t assume. 

A pretty girl walks by my locker

My heart gives a flutter

But I don't dare utter a word

'Cause that would be absurd behaviour

For little miss perfect

Maybe, she should assume. It made Lena think of Andrea and Veronica and Madison and Emily and Alyssa and Kayla and Chloe and Olivia. Okay, now she was just thinking of the school’s cheerleading squad, and maybe some of the girls’ lacrosse team. She wondered what Mackenzie was doing now, for a second, before she shook all her thoughts away and went to change out of her uncomfortable work clothing. 

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

No, I can't risk falling off my throne

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Lena listened to Kara as she kept singing. A song can’t just dictate her whole overarching thought process from the ages of eleven to sixteen, when she finally got out of the hell that was high school, that was just weird and mean. This song was weird. 

Love is something I don't even know

Straight hair, straight A's, straight forward, straight girl

Lena almost choked. This was too accurate. It shouldn’t be so accurate. In her defence, she had the straight hair and straight A’s (with a 4.0 GPA) and her life was supposedly straight forward and she had to be straight at the time. Her mother needed her to be little miss perfect. Get valedictorian, get a university degree, get a doctorate, work at LuthorCorp, find a guy, get married, have kids. Straight path, easy. She had one job, be the top of everything. Just keep winning. She couldn’t win as a lesbian. So yeah, she denied it. That was normal. The song didn’t need to call her out so much. 

Little miss perfect

That's me

One night, my friend stayed over

We laughed, and drink and order

Lex got her the alcohol and who doesn’t order pizza at a sleepover. It was normal to have sleepovers with your friends. Okay, Lena didn’t have them often and she had begged Lillian for weeks to have one. 

Something about her drew me in

She was her best friend. Everyone is just close to their best friend at the time. This song was too close to her life. 

What? It's totally platonic

Just because her current thought process is following her old one doesn’t mean anything. Mackenzie never liked her like that. She told Lena that to be exact. Lena sighed and pulled on Kara’s hoodie and went back to the kitchen to make some food. Kara was still intently focused on the article, her headphones in. The song went on. 

That night was so exciting

Her smirks were so enticing

Hours speed by like seconds

It was the first sleepover she was allowed. Of course, it was exciting. And Mackenzie just had a signature smirk, everyone in the school knew about it. She would talk about it with Andrea all the time. Then again, Andrea was entirely heterosexual either. Also the understatement of the year considering that time in Italy where Andrea had her head…

“Fuck,” Lena muttered as the pan she was holding clattered to the floor. 

“Lee,” Kara stopped singing and pulled her headphones out, speeding over so she was next to her, “Are you okay?” she asked, panicked, picking up the pan. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Lena swallowed, trying to act casual and non-chalant, “Go back to your writing, I don’t want you to lose your flow,” Lena pressed a quick kiss to Kara’s lips before shooing her off. 

“Okay,” Kara dragged out the final syllable, walking slowly back to the table and her laptop, eyeing Lena suspiciously. Kara didn’t start singing again for a couple of seconds, it sounded like she’d skipped part of the song but the lyrics just became even more of a personal attack on Lena’s useless lesbianism.

She takes a sip, I bite my lip

Lip biting is considered by some to be a nervous tick. Her mother was scary, she was constantly nervous in the mansion. 

She tells a joke, I nearly choke

Lena was drinking at the time. It is common knowledge when you try to laugh and drink at the same time you choke and she was drunk. Drunk Lena is giggly as Kara liked to regularly remind her. 

She braids my hair, I sit there

Blacking out for the first time

That never happened, at least that never happened. 

She did brush her hair though. No. Lena pushed the thought away. She wasn’t going to relate to a song about repressed useless lesbianism. That would make Alex too right and Alex being right was not fun. 

Next thing I know, I lose control

I finally kiss her, but oh no

Shit. Now, that did happen. In her defence. She had no defence. She leaned against the countertop and let her head fall into her hands and groaned. Why? Why? Why? It was like all the high school regrets of fifteen-year-old Lena flooding back. 

I see a face in my window

It was Lex at the door. 

Then my brain starts to go

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

No, you can't risk falling off your throne

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Love is something you don't even know

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

You can't risk falling off your throne

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Love

You don't even know

Her thought process was not that. It was: 

No. No. No. That kiss was good. No. No. No. Lillian would kill her. No. No. No. She was going to be kicked out. No. No. No. Rumours would destroy her bid for student council head. No. Was she gay? No. She had a boyfriend. She was meant to win prom King and Queen with him. Lillian wanted her to. Fuck. Fuck. 

That was her thought process. Not completely accurate. 

Why did Lena even care? It was just a song albeit an annoyingly accurate song and her brain worked on overdrive all the time. She was going to have to think about this.  

Rewind, induce amnesia

Deny the truth, that's easier

In all fairness, she couldn’t be a lesbian then. It would destroy her. She didn’t deny it. She just made an executive decision to be a lesbian later. Maybe, she didn’t let herself be a lesbian till a lot later than fifteen-year-old Lena intended. Maybe, she did actually. Andrea. That definitely passed the point of close friends after Italy.

You're just confused, believe her

She said Lena was drunk and disorientated, actually. 

When she says there's nothing there

It's never worth it

When you're little miss perfect

It wasn’t worth it.

Kara stopped singing and she looked like she was about to start the next one. Lena needed to know more. 

“Darling?” she called out quietly, knowing how much her girlfriend hates loud noise. 

“Yes,” Kara spun around with a huge smile. 

“What’s that song you just sang called?” she asked as she stopped chopping the carrots. 

“Little Miss Perfect,” Kara shrugged, “Why?”. 

“No reason,” Lena smiled, she was failing at this be casual thing. 

“Are you okay?” Kara asked suspiciously. 

“Completely fine,” Lena shrugged as she started chopping the carrots again. She paused for a second, “How do you feel about me telling Lillian that we’re dating?”. Kara almost fell out of her chair. 

“What?” she asked. 

“Well, apparently on this Earth she’s not in prison yet and I want to tell her we’re dating,”. 

“She’s working with Lex,” Kara laughed. 

“It may induce a heart attack,” Lena shrugged. 

“Okay,” Kara laughed, “Whatever you want,”. 

“Okay,” Lena breathed and an idea popped into her head. “What if when you save me from the liar in the grand master plan you still hate, you kiss me. I think that may be more effective in inducing the heart attack,”. 

“That plan isn’t going ahead!” Kara argued, almost offended by Lena’s suggestion it was. Lena gave her the look of disbelief, one raised eyebrow and her head turned slightly to the side. 

“I was going to kiss you anyway,” Kara mumbled and Lena found herself bursting out in laughter. 

“I would have been mad if you didn’t,” she smiled, “You would have had to make it up to me with even more kisses,”. 

There was a gust of wind and Kara was behind her, “How many?” was whispered into her ear and Lena dropped the knife she was holding as Kara’s arm wrapped around her waist and a kiss was placed just under her ear. 

“I’d have to see,” Lena shrugged and Kara spun her around so she faced her girlfriend. 

“Tell me when I achieve enough kisses,” Kara smiled, lifting Lena onto the counter. 

“I’m not mad at you,” Lena whispered against her lips.

Kara pouted and pulled away with a grumpy look, “Let me kiss you,” she complained. 

“If I really have to,” Lena teased with a huge smile, wrapping her legs around Kara’s waist to pull her closer and meeting her lips in a kiss. 

#kara danvers #lena luthor #lena x kara #kara x lena #supercorp #supercorp fic #supergirl #katie mcgrath #kashy mcgra #melissa benoist #sgcw #fanfic #avery writes

[finleyfray]

Bittersweet Memories part 4

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Huge thanks to @captain-josslett for helping me.

TW: some past abuse, mention of suicide, smut(ish) just a little, laguage

Finley sat on their bed looking at the door. She was mad at her girlfriends. She didn’t want them to know, not like that, she was not ready yet. Her past was fucked up, and she has spent previous years trying to forget about it. No need to touch these memories when she was doing okay now.

But now Alex knows and Maggie too.

God knows what Alex saw in her head. She felt so exposed. She knows she has to tell them at some point, that she can’t run from it forever. Especially while her girlfriends told her about their past.

How Maggie’s father threw her out and she had to live with her aunt. How she tried to make it work between them, but he just couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that his daughter was gay.

How Alex’s father passed away, or at least that was what they were told, then two years ago he came back, turned out that he was a traitor working for Cadmus. It had happened early in their relationship. Alex was officially dating Maggie at the time, and they weren’t out as polyamorous yet.

The redhead was devastated and they both held her close while she cried.

“Finley can we please talk?” There was a knock on the door and Maggie opened it. “Please, we need to talk this through.” She came to sit beside Fin, and Alex followed her, sitting on the other side of her girlfriend.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone into your head like that.” Alex begins. “But hear me out. After they disconnected you from the ventilator, you were technically supposed to wake up. But then the days went by, and you were still asleep. We were starting to become hopeless. And one day Brainy comes in and says that you’re deep in your dreams, and he can help us wake you up. The only way for that was to go to your mind. And once I was in your mind, I had zero control, your memories were just flowing by. Until I found you, and tried to wake you up. But that somehow ended bad and we almost lost you... Again.” Alex looked at Maggie, they both had tears in their eyes.

“We can’t lose you...” Finley hugged her crying girlfriends and sighed.

They were right. If she ever was in this situation, she would do exactly the same. Finley feels bad now. She yelled at them, but they were just taking the chance to wake her up.

“I’m sorry I yelled. I just wished you didn’t have to see that. And it’s not like I didn’t want to tell you. It’s more like, I don’t want to think about it that much.”

“You can still tell us...” Maggie whispered. “Alex refused to tell me anything after she was taken out of your mind. She had a huge panic attack, it took me an hour to calm her down. But she just said that she wants you to tell us. Whenever you’re ready.” Her girlfriend kissed her cheek. “I hate how I’m the only one missing this.”

“All right.” Finley sighed. “I’ll keep it short though, if you don’t mind, I really don’t like getting into the details. When my mom died, my father began drinking. He became more and more aggressive, he used to yell at me a lot, and always ended up beating me. One day, after he hit me, police knocked on our door. They took me to the orphanage. And I was actually happy, I thought it’s going to be better now. But orphanage wasn’t fun. Everyone kept to themselves, trying to survive as the workers there didn’t give a shit about us, we just often walked around hungry and dirty. Because of that, school was also hard, dealing with bullies that claimed to be better cause they had parents. But the years just flew by, and when I became eighteen they kicked me out. I was homeless for a while, but finally I was allowed into University, and they gave me a place to live and offered a job. It was really a miracle, I applied there with the last money I had, and just passed their exam with 100%. But it was hard. I had to pay for my room and all the bills, work and go to classes every day. Sometimes I didn’t have enough money to eat and that’s why I just often forget to do that. What makes you mad is something that made me survive for so long.” Finley stopped for a second, wiped her tears, she was tearing up, she needed to speed this up, otherwise she won’t finish. “And just, you know, I finished college, but then couldn’t find any work, it was hard to find something considering my past. And one time I just wanted to end it all. But then out of nowhere J’onn appeared, offered me a chance so I took it. Yeah, so the rest you already know.” She sobs as her girlfriends hold her close.

It was hard telling them about her past. But she’s glad she did. Cause now she feels as if some weight has been lifted off her shoulders.

She feels safe. And that’s what she dreamed about her whole life.

***

Alex wakes up to knocking on their door. She sleepily looks around seeing her girlfriends still asleep so she went to open the door.

“Mom! Hi.” She frowns, she forgot her mother was coming for breakfast. “Shit, we overslept.” The redhead yawns and leads her mom to their apartment.

“And Merry Christmas to you.” Eliza chuckles but then looks at her daughter. “Alex, are you okay sweetie? Is everything alright? You look like you’ve been crying all night. Is Finley okay?” Alex sobs and goes to hug her mother.

Maybe they didn’t have the best relationship in the past, but hearing everything from Fin made her really appreciate her mother.

“Oh, okay.” Eliza hugs her daughter in surprise. “Honey talk to me, I’m worried.”

“Finley’s all right. Physically. We’re good. I’m just happy I have you. Love you mom.” The older woman smiles at her daughter.

“Love you too sweetie. What brought this?”

“I just... We talked yesterday about Finley’s time at the orphanage. And I am just really grateful I had you. Even after dad disappeared, you still took care of Kara and I. And Finley told us how her father became violent after her mom died. Just I’m glad you didn’t.” The redhead wipes her tears and looks at her mom.

“Oh sweetie, I would never hurt you.” Eliza gently grabs her cheek and wipes her tears away. She kisses the redhead forehead. “Go wake your sleepyheads up. I’ll make breakfast.”

“Thank you mom.” Alex beams and goes to wake her girlfriends up. She gently lay beside Fin and placed small kisses on her face until she opened her eyes.

“Merry Christmas baby.” She smiles as Finley sleepily greets her back. She looks into her girlfriend's blue eyes and kisses her softly. The younger woman smiles into the kiss and embraces Alex in a hug.

Maggie turns around and hugs them too. She looks at her girlfriends with a huge grin.

“Merry Christmas baby.” The redhead smiles at her and reaches over Finley to kiss her.

“Your boob’s on my face.” Fin laughs.

“I fail to see a problem with that.” The raven-haired woman remarks.

“Well... It’s still clothed.”

“Dorks, stop. Mom’s here. We overslept.” Alex stands up. “I’m going to shower.”

“Can I...” Maggie began, only to be interrupted.

“No. We all know how that ends.” The raven-haired woman pouts. Finley laughs and kisses her as the redhead leaves the room.

***

Later that day Finley was sitting on the couch with Alex. Maggie was out to get her Aunt from the airport, and Eliza decided to take a nap in the guest room. They didn’t mind and decided to watch some TV.

Finley thought about how she met her girlfriends.

After J’onn offered her a job she gladly took it. He told her he’ll pick her up next Monday, to show her around and begin training her. What surprised her, and she soon learned that it also was a shock for all her new co-workers, the man decided to train her himself. As her apartment was being sold, she was offered a room in the DEO. Each day she arrived punctually for her training. They trained all day which Fin loved. It gave Fin no time to think about her life, being so exhausted from it all. About a week after arriving, she met Alex. Fin thought Alex was the most beautiful human being she ever met.

Sadly Fin soon learned that the agent was taken. That was until she had the chance to meet her girlfriend, Maggie. Finley then decided Alex and Maggie were both the most beautiful women ever. It was a shock, she didn’t ever have time to think about any relationship in her life, she was simply too busy to. And now not only had she had a crush on a woman, but on two. It took her a lot of time and research to figure it out.

Nevertheless the fact that she had a crush on these two women, Finley never thought that they could like her.

That was until one day they approached her and asked her out for dinner. One became two, and after the third date, they talked about their relationship. It took them a bit of time to come out to their friends and family but Finley was patient. It took her a long time to figure this out, so she gave them their time too. It was adventurous, sneaking around to give each other kisses. She felt like a teenager being in love for the first time.

“You okay? You zoned out.” The redhead asks, looking at her. The shorter woman smiles and guided the redhead to sit on her lap. She would rather sit on Alex’s, but her plaster was making that impossible.

“I’m okay. I was just thinking about how it all began. The day you asked me on a date.” She smiles and kisses the redhead. Her girlfriend kisses her back and Finley slips her tongue in Alex’s mouth. The woman on her moans quietly.

“Hi... Oh Rao, I’m sorry.” They part and look at Kara and Lena as they stand in the doorway. “T...the door was unlocked!” The superhero cheeks were as red as he cape.

Finley begins laughing and all three of them look at her surprised.

“I just remembered the first time this happened.”

Alex, Maggie and Finley had been sitting on the couch watching ‘Avengers’. They were enjoying their free evening as they weren’t out as polyamorous yet, so that excluded any attention outside their apartment.

Finley was sitting between them, her head on the raven-haired woman lap, and her legs tangled with redheads. Her girlfriends learned pretty soon that the youngest woman was touch deprived.

They didn’t mind that seeing how even small touches of Finley’s hand made her smile like the happiest being on earth. They made sure to give her a lot of cuddles. Maggie bended her head to give her black-haired woman a kiss.

“I’m going to grab us some drinks. You mind moving?” Finley pouted and gently bit her girlfriend's lip. The raven-haired woman gasped.

“Fin...” she looked at her with a playful smirk.

“Whatcha gonna do bout it?”

“I’m just...” Maggie smiled and lifted her girlfriend up, making her sit in Alex’s lap. “Here. Stay there.” She winked at Alex as the red head embraced Finley in a strong hug.

Fin took her chance and decided to kiss the redhead. Her girlfriend was very enthusiastic about it. Alex slipped her tongue in Finley’s mouth and placed her hands on her hips and guided her to move back and forth.

Finley broke the kiss and moaned suddenly feeling hot. Her red-haired girlfriend took off her shirt and tossed it in the corner. She kissed Fin’s neck, sucking it hard.

“Alex...! Oh RAO, I’M SO SORRY!” They heard Kara yell and jumped from each other. They were breathing hard, looking at the blonde who had her eyes covered. “Wait a second...” She looked at them in shock. “Alex! That ain’t Maggie!!” Kara yelled.

“Hi, little Danvers!” Maggie came with their drinks and looked at the scene before her.

Finley was standing there with only her bra on and Alex was standing next to her. Both her girlfriends looked uncomfortable, their cheeks were red, and they were breathing hard. Well they had been busy.

Then there was Kara. Standing there looking at them and then at Maggie, she was confused and flustered.

“Kara it is not what it looks like" Alex rushed to grab a sheet and covered Finley with it. “I didn’t cheat on Maggie, we’re in a polyamorous relationship!”

“Maggie! They were kissing.”

“Yeah, I know that.” The Detective laughed. “What’s the problem?”

“Oh...” The blonde became more confused, but nodded her head. “Alright I’m going to go...” She flew away and Maggie laughed hard.

“Oh God...” Alex whined.

“She flew to me after that and asked what’s a polyamorous relationship. I almost had a heart attack. It was as if a toddler came up to me and asked how kids are made.” Lena laughs looking at her fiancé, who turns her head away embarrassed.

“How was I supposed to know that! I thought Alex was cheating on Maggie.” She stutters.

“Don’t worry little Danvers. We weren’t doing anything nasty this time. Just kissing. I’m sure you can handle that.” Finley laughs.

Alex stands up from her girlfriend and looks at her sister in disbelief.

“I would never cheat on Maggie. Or Fin. But I understand your confusion. We should’ve talked with you about it sooner.” She admits. “I would say that I’ll make sure of it next time, but there wouldn’t be one. Staying with these two forever.”

***

After the Christmas dinner, Alex, Maggie, Kara and Lena decided to go for a walk. They wanted to take Finley along, but she said that wheeling around is not a walk, so she’s going to pass and help Eliza in the kitchen. Vivian went to unpack her things in the guest room. After that they sat by the dinner table, Eliza made them coffee and Finley put the sweets on the table.

“Can I ask you both something?” Fin begins looking hesitantly at both women. She specifically chose to sit against them to be able to see both their reactions.

“Of course darling.” Vivian smiles at her. Even though she was Maggie’s aunt, they both looked very alike. Both had brown hairs and brown eyes. They even had the same dimpled smile.

Finley looked at Eliza and the older woman nodded her head encouraging her to continue.

“Well before the accident I was planning something... And I know it isn’t possible yet, and we don’t even know if it’ll ever be, but I just wanted to, and I…” Finley spoke really fast, she was stressed.

‘This was a stupid idea. What if they laugh. What if they say no?!’

“Take a deep breath sweetie.” Eliza gently squeezes her hand, making her calm down. “Tell us slowly what’s going on.” Finley took a deep breath.

‘It’s now or never.’

“I love your daughters very much. I want to propose to them soon. And I know it’s not possible yet to marry them legally. But when the possibility will come, I want them to be my wives. And I wanted to ask you both for permission.” She looks at them scared.

“Ohh, Finley.” Eliza stands up and goes to hug her. “Of course you have my permission to marry Alex. I could never imagine better wives for her. You three are so amazing together.” She smiles and kisses Finley on the forehead. She pulls away and Vivian takes her place.

“I agree with Eliza. I couldn’t imagine anyone that could make my girl happier than you and Alex. You have my blessing, darling.” She hugs her and Finley beams.

“Thank you. This means so much to me. I can’t even imagine my life without them, so I have to make sure they stick around as long as it’s possible. Now I just need to have a fully working leg to get down on one knee” She jokes. Things are going perfect right now. **

Later that evening as their family left and Vivian went to the guest room to rest, Finley was lying comfortably with her girlfriends.

“We met J’onn earlier.” Alex begins. “He asked about you. We told him that Maggie takes care of you. He didn’t know Maggie resigned.”

“Oh?” Fin looked at the redhead. “You didn’t tell him?”

“I kind of forgot. And since he’s afraid to read my mind anymore...”

“That’s cause you're a pervert.” Maggie laughs. “Thinking bout the nasty 24/7”

“Hey! Don’t mind me, those are my thoughts, can’t do anything about it!” Alex pouts.

“Well back to the main point, he offered me a job at the DEO.” The raven-haired woman said, looking at Finley. “Starting January 2nd.” “That’s amazing!” Fin hugs her girlfriend. “Congrats baby, you can work with us now.”

“She didn’t accept it yet.” Alex murmured.

“Wait why?” The black-haired woman frowned. It was an amazing opportunity, why didn’t Maggie say yes?

“I want to take care of you.” The raven-haired woman kissed her girlfriend.

“I’m not a baby. I can take care of myself! They are taking my plaster off soon and replacing it with the brace. I’m really better. You need to accept the job darling.” She looked into her girlfriend's eyes. “Accept it.”

“But...”

“No buts. Accept it. I’ll be perfectly fine.”

“Okay.” Maggie sighs. She wanted the job, but also wanted to look after her still healing girlfriend.

“But we’ll need some ground rules. Like you calling us every hour. And if something is wrong, you’ll tell us immediately. And you take care of yourself, taking your medicine, eating and drinking. And you’ll take it easy.”

“I promise. I’ll be fine.” Finley smiles and kisses her. “You okay with it?” She turned to look at Alex.

“Well, I think so. But also if it won’t work out I know that J’onn will just give us days off.”

“That won’t be needed.” Fin kisses the redhead. “I’ll be just fine.” She snuggles into her girlfriend's arm and was soon sleeping.

#alex danvers x reader #alex danvers x maggie sawyer #alex danvers x oc #sanvers x reader #sanvers x oc #maggie sawyer x reader #maggie sawyer x oc #polamory

[fortheboyzzz]

Computer Problems

Lena x Male Reader

Genre: fluff

Request: Can I get a Lena x male reader where reader is Alex and Kara's younger brother who's in uni and gets a huge crush on Lena when he comes to visit kara at work and they start dating?

School for you was done for the summer and instead of going back home to see your mom, you decided to spend time with your sisters and crashed on Kara's couch for the time being.

It didn't take long for you to get bored with both Kara and Alex at work and since you knew the D.E.O. wasn't the best place to visit your sister for lunch, you went to see your other sister at CatCo.

You exited the elevator and started to wander around until you found Kara. Soon enough, she ended up being the one finding you.

"Y/N, hey, what are you doing here?" she said.

Before you could respond, Lena came over. "Kara, who's this?" she said, looking at you with that gorgeous smile of hers.

You just stared at her, captivated by her beauty.

"Lena, this is my little brother, Y/N." Kara said as she introduced you.

"Wait, this is Lena? You didn't tell me she was hot." you said to Kara, then instantly felt embarrassed when realized Lena heard you.

"So what are you doing here?"

"Uh, I was thinking about going out for lunch with Kara-- if that's okay with you."

"Of course it is. Actually, I have some time to spare, mind if I join you guys?"

You frantically shook your head. "Not at all." you said, glancing at Kara who was amused by the effect Lena had on you.

"Great. Let me grab my purse."

Kara picked out a nice place near by. You guys all ordered lunch, but you spent more time drooling over Lena than eating which Kara would later tease you about.

"So, Y/N, Kara mentioned you're in university. What's your major?" Lena asked you.

"Computer engineering."

"Oh really? And here I thought the Danvers couldn't get any smarter."

"Trust me, it still surprises us too." Kara chimed in jokingly.

The rest of your lunch basically consisted of Kara telling embarassing stories about you while you tried to make a good first impression.

After that Kara caught you showing up at CatCo a lot more, but she didn't realize you weren't just coming to see her until it became more obvious. You started to show up even when was busy, you always managed to find a way to bring up Lena into the conversation during supper and whenever the gang got together Kara noticed how much time were spending with Lena. Alex, however, saw that you clearly were crushing on Lena, hard, and teased you about it every chance she got.

Luckily for you, the feeling was mutual although Lena was more composed about her feelings, casually flirting with you nonetheless.

One evening, you received a text from Lena talking about having some computer problems and since she knew you were good with computers she asked you for help.

"And there, your laptop is as good new." you said, getting up from couch.

"Thank you so much, Y/N." Lens said, finishing up pouring herself a glass of liquor.

"No problem at all. But I don't get it, you graduated from M.I.T. you're probably way better with computers than I am. I don't know why you needed me to help with this."

Lena blushed and looked down at the ground. "Okay, you've got me. I wanted to see you."

You scratched the back of your neck as you had a dumb shy grin on your face.

"Want a drink?"

"Sure."

She poured another glass, but before you could get an actual grip on it, it slipped and shattered on the floor.

"Shit-- sorry." you said, immediately kneeling down to pick up the shards.

Lena set her glass down before helping you. "It's fine."

You were so flushed with embarrassment in the moment that you accidentally cut your hand with one of the more jagged pieces, the spilt alcohol stinging the wound. You dropped the shard and swore under your breath.

"Y/N." she said with concern.

You got up and grabbed a tissue to help with the blood.

She finished picking the shattered pieces, throwing them away, then grabbing the first aid kit. "Here, let me help."

She guided you to one of the couches so she could patch you up. As she did, you just stared up at her.

"Would you want to go on a date with me?" you asked. You were bond to do it at some point and now was just as good of a time as any.

Lena looked at you with that smile of hers and and you got nervous again.

"I mean it's cool if you don't. I get, I'm younger than you and you probably have a bunch of other guys wanting to date you-"

"I would love to, Y/N." she said, all done with your hand.

"Really? That's awesome." You smiled. "Uh, you want to grab a bite or something after this?"

"That would be lovely."

You and Lena went on many other dates after that. You guys didn't tell anyone you were together right away, but your sisters had their suspicions. They noticed you were smiling at your phone and awful lot and--the even bigger clue-- you started sleeping at 'a friend's' apartment too. They eventually ganged up on you one night and got you to spill the beans. That night you also found out that apparently Alex and Winn had a bet about your relationship.

It was the first game night where everyone knew about you and Lena, so of course everyone was asking questions, Alex making sure to ask embarrassing ones about you.

"Lena, be honest, how loud does Y/N snore?" Alex asked.

"I don't snore!" you protested.

"You do a little bit." Lena told you, putting a hand on your leg and kissing your cheek. She then looked to Kara who she noticed was a little quiet. "Kara, I hope you don't mind that I'm dating your brother."

Kara shook her head frantically. "No, no, not at all-- I mean yeah, it's a little weird but as long as you two are happy, it's all good."

"At least it's an upgrade from Y/N's exes." Alex joked, taking another sip of her beer.

#lena x male reader #lena luthor imagine #supergirl #fluff #sorry it took so long #my computer was having problems #kind of ironic lmao

[ravenforce]

Crush crush crash

Prompt: "Hi!! Your writing is amazing :) Can I request a love triangle between Lena, Kara, and female reader ending with the reader choosing to be with Lena?? Make it as fluffy and hilarious as you want it to be as I feel Lena and Kara fighting over the same girl would funny to watch! Have fun and thank you!!!"

Requested by: @lmaodrag1037

Pairing: Lena Luthor x Reader, Kara Danvers x Reader

Word Count: 3175

Warning/s:  None, I think.

A/N: First, on this fic, there's only one Earth. Second, Lena knows Kara is SG. Third, Agentreign is dating. Fourth, Eve is not Lex’s evil fanatic. Lastly, Lena x Reader endgame. I’m also sorry for the wait. I scrapped the first draft at 2k words. I tried so hard not to make it angsty but I feel like it still is. If there is any mistake that escapes me, I apologize for that. I hope you guys still enjoy. xx

***

You met Kara Danvers through your childhood best friend Alex. You're born on the same year as Alex, goes to the same class as Alex, goes home after school with Alex, does homework with Alex. Both your parents used to tease you that you might as well just stay in the same house, as you're practically attached to the hip. You've lived next to the Danvers for as long as you remember. You were there when Alex yelled at her parents that she doesn't need a sister because she already has you.

For Kara's part, she looks like she doesn't wanna be there too. You smiled and walked up to her. "It's okay, she’ll come around," you said handing her your spare lollipop. "I'm (Y/N). I live next door." Kara with her bright blue eyes smiled at you.

From that day, you've served as a buffer between the two sisters until Alex's angsty teenager phase passed. For Kara, you were her angel. You were always there to subdue Alex's annoyance, and you were patient when Alex loses hers. So it hit Kara extra hard when your parents decided to migrate to Switzerland after high school. You remember her beautiful tear-stained face at the airport on the day of your flight to Switzerland.

"Promise you won't forget me," Kara said while her face is buried in your neck.

"I promise," you kissed the crown of her blonde head.

***

Over the years you kept in touch with both Danvers sisters but distance and jobs kept those interactions few and far apart. You just moved back to the States and was able to track down Kara's address. It was only a little over 7 PM when you found yourself knocking at Kara's door. You were a little surprised when a tall man opened the door.

"Hi, I'm looking for Kara Danvers. Is this her apartment?" You asked. Before the man can answer, Kara, yanked the door fully opened. You and the tall man instantly looked at the hinges. Kara was gaping at you, then she's gathering you in her arms just like old times.

"Kara, can't breathe," you said. She lets you go instantly.

"Alex! Look who's here!" Kara nearly shouted at her sister while dragging you deeper into her apartment. You noticed there's a number of people in the room. You smiled at them before you looked at Alex.

"Hey Alex," you said before Alex is wrapping you in another Danvers hug.

Kara introduced you as the 'Original' Superfriend, Alex's other sister. Apparently, you caught them before they start their game night.

***

"So which one of these beautiful people are you dating, Danvers?" You asked Alex casually while you caught up to her getting herself another beer in the kitchen. She just laughed at you. Deflecting. You turned back to the group playing monopoly.

"If I still know you, I would say," you paused for dramatic effect. "Sam?"

Alex choked on her beer. You smirked at her before patting her back. After Alex calmed down you looked back at the group, and subtly eyed Lena Luthor. Ever since you've been introduced at the beginning of the night, all you can think about is how green her eyes are, how smooth her hands are, and how smart she is. Of course, you know who she is, she's phenomenal; making great strides in the field of science and technology at 25.

"Earth to (Y/N)," Alex said smirking at you. "Off-limits, that's Kara's best friend," she continued.

You just rolled your eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about," you denied before getting your beer and walking back to the game. Kara smiled when you sat behind her, scooting backward so she can touch you. You think nothing of it, Kara's has always been touchy. Unbeknownst to you, Lena was watching you too.

***

Moving back home is tedious. Unpacking all your stuff to your new apartment is exhausting. Kara offered to help you but she's Supergirl now; she's got bigger fish to fry than your moving boxes, her super speed would have been great though. It was already 2PM when your body protested and demanded some food. So you decided to head to the nearest restaurant near your place to grab lunch.

There's virtually no one else in the restaurant when you arrived. That's why you easily spotted Lena tucked away in the corner booth at the back. You thought it'll be weird not to at least say hello, so you gathered up all your courage and walk up to her table. She looked up, and immediately you thank the gods for the foresight to put on a decent outfit of denim jeans, your old university shirt and black combat boots. Your brain short-circuited the moment her forest green eyes met yours.

She smiled instantly. "Hello, Ms. (Y/L/N)," she greeted formally. You cringed a little bit.

"Just (Y/N) please. I didn't mean to interrupt but I just wanted to say hi. I saw you when I came in and I thought it won't be polite to just pretend I didn't see you," you paused your rumbling because Lena suddenly started giggling. Then she started fully laughing. You didn't mind her laughing at your expense, you found at that moment you'd do anything to make her laugh all the time. When she calmed down a little, she gestured for you to take a sit and you did.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't laughing at you. Alex said you're practically her first sister, I guess the rambling was passed on to you too," Lena explained. You smiled at her.

"I guess," you shrugged. You ended up having lunch with Lena that day, and the same day next week, and the same day the next, and the next. You deemed Wednesday is Lena day.

***

It was Wednesday when Kara found out that you've been hanging out alone with Lena. She was on patrol and passing by L-Corp when she heard your heartbeat next to Lena's. She landed on the balcony of L-Corp with the grandiose of a superhero; confident walk, cape and hair billowing in the wind. When she entered Lena's office she had to control herself from shooting heat vision on Lena's hand that's resting on your knee. She frowned at how close Lena was sitting next to you.

"How long have you two been hanging out?" Kara asked hands on her hips. It's adorable.

"A couple of weeks, (Y/N) and I bumped into each other at Noonan's," Lena explained. Kara wasn't appeased, she made some small talk and excused herself. You thought nothing of it, Lena wonders how oblivious can you be. That night, Kara found herself knocking at Alex's door at 2 in the morning. Her annoyance dissipated as quickly as it came when she saw Kara drunk.

"What happened to you?" She asked, ushering her sister to the couch. When Kara was safely seated, Alex walked to her kitchen to get her sister a bottle of water.

"For someone so smart, how can she not know how I feel about her?" Kara slurred. "Why can't she see me, Alex?"

Alex sat next to her sister and wrapped her up in a hug. "I think it's time you tell Lena how you feel," Alex said softly. Kara sat up at that, frustration visibly rolling off her, "yeah, I'll tell Lena that (Y/N) is mine!"

Alex doubled over at that. "Wait. What?" She exclaimed. Then it dawned on Alex, it wasn't Lena they're talking about; its (Y/N). Of course, she's aware that Kara harbored a crush on you since you were young but she thought Kara outgrew it with distance and time. She's also not blind, you're her best friend after all; she knows you like Lena Luthor.

She sighed. This is a mess.

***

For the next couple of days, Kara was adamant about ignoring you and Lena but she still has to hold game night. So instead of texting you about the details, you were surprised when you arrive home and you got a dozen lilies, a box of donut and a tray of Eliza's famous pasta with a note from Kara. You smiled, she's not mad at you. You pulled out your phone to text her while putting the lilies in a vase.

[Y/N]: You don’t have to dare me to love you, silly. I do, I always have.

[Y/N]: Tell Eliza thanks for the food. See you, tonight.

Kara almost heat visioned her phone in happiness when she read your texts. Take that Lena, she thought. She feels bad about fighting Lena over you but she loves you for so long just to let Lena get you that easily.

Kara was in a good mood when Alex arrived at her apartment. Her mood instantly dropped when you arrived with Lena though. You greeted everyone and walked directly to Kara.

“What’s with the pout Kar?” you said after kissing her cheeks. Her pout turned into a full-blown frown when she looked pass you and caught Lena staring. You’re walking towards the couch and was about to sit between Alex and Lena when Kara literally flew to the couch and tag you down to sit next to her.

“Sit next to me, (Y/N),” she said. You laughed because the love seat is cramp, so you have to put both your legs on Kara’s. You really don’t mind, growing up with both Danvers’ sister you’ve been in tighter spaces with both of them. Lena watches and quietly seethes with jealousy.

Sam leaned next to Alex, “are you sure, we’re not to intervene babe?” she asked.

“Nope, they’re all adults; they’ll figure it out. Besides, if I intervene I risk being partial to one of them and we can’t have that. (Y/N) is the honorary middle Danvers child, Kara is our youngest, and Lena is my friend. I must remain neutral on this one,” Alex explained softly to Sam.

After much ruckus from the group, game night proceeded without a hitch. Kara instantly claimed you as her partner. Leaving Lena to partner with Eve. Lena decided that she’s not going to sit by and let Kara think she can claim you without a fight. Suffice to say, Lena destroyed everyone at their own games. Kara was not happy.

“No fair! One more game of poker!” Kara exclaimed. Everyone just laughs. The way Lena looks at you make you cross your legs tighter together. She turned back to Kara, “Okay Kara but if I win, I want a prize,” she said with a confident smirk in her face.

“Name it!” Kara said, jutting her chin up.

“If I win, (Y/N)’s mine,” Lena said simply. Everyone fell silent. Oh no, Alex thought.

“Ok but if I win she’s mine,” Kara said defiantly. You watch both of them closely; you’re sure you’re missing something there. You’re about to protest when you hear Lena agreed.

***

When the game began, everyone seems to be holding their breath. Alex was bouncing her leg in anticipation. Lena is the perfect image of a poker player. Kara looks like she will smash the table if she loses. In the end, Lena’s hand won. Kara abruptly stood from the table and stormed off towards her balcony and promptly flew away. Everyone was looking where Kara exited.

“Well, that was the most intense game of poker I’ve seen to stake a claim on a woman,” Querl said.

You whipped you’re head towards him. “What?” you exclaimed, mouth gaping at him.

“Okay, I think it’s late. We should all head out,” James said. Without question, everyone filed out including Lena. When Alex went back to the living room, you’re still standing where she left you. You look at her when she rounded your peripheral.

“Did you know?” You asked her. Alex gave you a dead-panned look.

“Since when?” You asked.

“Since when do I know or since when did Kara have feelings for you?” Alex asked. She ushered you back to Kara’s couch.

“Tell me you never had feelings for her?” Alex asked next. Alex is your best friend, the older sister you never had; you can never lie to her.

You heaved a sigh, “I had a crush on her when she first came to our life. How can I not? She’s adorable and soft even after the destruction of her whole planet. She’s smart, I still haven't forgotten how she solved that particularly difficult calculus homework we had in high school, and we’re already supposed to be smart. She’s patient and caring; she took care of us when we injure ourselves playing rough on the field. She brings us lunch when she knows we might forget because we’re busy cramming for finals. I love her ever since we were kids Alex,” you paused. Tears already welling in your eyes.

Alex held your hand just like she used to. “But she’s also been my baby sister for as long as she’s been yours. Over the years, I just figured it’s better to have her as my sister. This way, I never have to risk losing her. Alex I don’t want to hurt her.” You continued, crying on Alex’s shoulder.

She ran her hand over your hair. “But you have to,” Alex said simply. In your heart of hearts you know she’s right. Unknown to you and Alex, Kara was just outside the window listening to your conversation.

***

You found Kara by the cliff over-looking National City a few days after the debacle at game night. You haven’t spoken to Lena either. For her part, she hasn’t reached out to you too. Kara didn’t even have to turn around when you parked behind her on the cliff.

“Kar,” you whispered. You know she can hear you. She fought the shiver that runs through her body when you breathe her name like that.

“I heard everything,” she said without looking at you. For a second you were confused, then it dawned on you that she heard your conversation with Alex.

“I’m sorry,” is all you can really say. She turned around and walked towards you. You were toe-to-toe when she spoke, “Me too. I should have told you a long time ago.” She tucked a stray hair behind your ear.

“I just need to do one last thing,” she said. Her hand coming to your face. Before you realize what was happening. She’s kissing you. You know you should push her away but you decided to give her this. She kissed you with all the feelings she buried inside. She leaned her forehead against yours after she pulls away.

“I love you so much, (Y/N),” she whispered before flying away.

“I love you too, alien girl” you know she will hear you. She smiled, it’s been a while since you called her that.

***

A few weeks after your encounter with Kara on the cliff, the Danvers sisters were having lunch but Kara can tell something is wrong. Alex is nervously bouncing her leg on the table, her heartbeat is elevated, and she’s been staring at the menu for the last ten minutes. Kara took the menu and placed an order for Alex. When the waiter walked away, Kara looked at her sister.

“What’s wrong?” she asked simply. Alex nibbled on her bottom lip. When she met Kara’s eyes, she knew she couldn’t lie.

“(Y/N) is going back to Switzerland. She’s probably on the way to the airport now,” Alex said in one go.

“What? Why?” Kara asked.

“Because she can’t be with Lena knowing that she’s hurting you,” Alex explained. Lena, Kara thought. After meeting with you on the cliff, Lena and Kara talked too. They both agreed that the decision has to be yours and that they’ll remain best friends no matter what.

“I have to tell Lena,” Kara said already exiting the restaurant. Not a minute later, Supergirl was barging in on Lena’s office.

“Kara, what’s wrong?” Lena said, already rounding her table to meet Kara.

“Lena, (Y/N) is leaving! She’s flying back to Switzerland,” Kara hurriedly explained.

Even though Lena loathes flying, she reckons flying with Kara is the fastest way to reach you. When they arrived at the airport, you’re already collecting your things for boarding. When you saw Lena and Kara coming towards you, you’re confused. They’re both not supposed to know.

Kara walked towards you first, “you don’t have to leave. You can be with Lena.” You’re shaking your head. She held your hand. “I know you think you can’t because of me, and I’m not going to lie it still aches but there’s no one else I’d rather have you than Lena. I can sleep peacefully knowing my sister and my best friend has each other. I love you both so much to stand in the way of both your happiness,” she declared sincerely.

You hugged her as tight as you possibly could. “But if you hurt Lena, sister or not, I’ll throw you to the sun,” she threatened. You chuckled wetly.

She let you go and started walking to Lena. “I love you both so much, Lena. So I’ll tell you what I told her if you hurt her I’ll throw you to the sun,” Kara said before pulling Lena in a hug. She then proceeded to bounce out of the airport.

“Did she threaten to throw you in the sun too?” Lena asked.

“Yup,” you said before linking your hand on Lena’s. She looked at your joined hands before looking up at your eyes.

“Do you still wanna go to Switzerland? I have a private plane we can use,” she said. Of course, she does. You laughed before leaning in and capturing her red lips.

“I’ll go anywhere with you,” you said after you pulled away. 

#lena luthor x reader #lena luthor x you #lena luthor imagine #kara danvers x reader #kara danvers x you #kara danvers imagine #supergirl x reader #supergirl x you #supergirl imagine #raven writes

[demaisepouco]

You stole my heart (I don't think I can take it back)

(A/N): some supercorp fluff.

Pairings: Kara Danvers x Lena Luthor

Summary: Kara sings a love song, Lena misunderstands everything and James wants an answer. The College AU where it's Valentine's Day and Kara is singing love songs in exchange for money to the new newspaper project.

Word count: 1341

AO3

“It’s her”, James said and sighed.

Kara looked at the many students without  kwoning what to look for. The first person with the deepest green eyes, according to her friend, that Kara could remember was Lucy Lane, her sister’s roommate also bartender of the best cafeteria frequented by National City University students. Does James have a crush on Lucy? That woudn’t be weird. Lucy was no doubt funny and very attractive - although Kara thinks she’s a pain in the ass sometimes. A true friend however. James and Lucy would be a nice couple that is to say if James was talking about her. It was already the fourth sigh Kara heard from her friend and all she could do was lean slightly to get the line out of her vision and see who was in that shift. Strange. It wasn’t Lucy. Wasn't the morning shift hers? Who else could James be talking about? Imra? No, James is her classmate. Unless he was talking about… No.

“Who?” Please don't say her, please don't say her.

“In the line, her”, he sighed again and Kara honestly couldn't stand it anymore. Who is he? A fifteen-year-old teenager?

But then she sighed too. The person who kept James's eyes stuck since they got in the place, was not a bartender, os but was waiting to order her coffee just like them but a bit further ahead in the line. She had her attention swallowed by a book held by one hand while the other takes care to pull the long black hair strands away from her face. Oh no. You got to be kidding me. Lena Luthor. The same girl Kara had a huge crush ever since. Or at least since she joined NCU. Also her bedroom door neighbor.

"Do you have a crush on her?" The blonde tried to be more discreet, but this was not one of the best places for such a revelation also not the best moment to control her feelings.

“Speak lower!”, James’s eyes widened in an expression Kara would find funny in another moment. “Do you have a problem with that?”

YES!

"No, I don't", disregarding all the time he judged her by her last name, of course. What's different now? "Why would I?

"For no reason", he scratched the back of his neck and raised his eyebrows, Kara knew what was coming. "So... You're still going to do me that, aren't you?"

"Do what?"

Holding a guitar on her back it was something hard to forget, but Kara could not stop trying to escape the situation even more after she knew who she would be singing a love song for in exchange for some money. If anyone asked, the new university newspaper project really was in need of money and even at risk of not happening. And who else would be hero but Kara? And why not take the Valentine’s Day to get some cash? Damn Valentine’s Day.

“You know, that thing you and Winn are doing today for the new project?”

“I, huh… Of course I’ll do it” she laughed almost like a maniac, James was a little scared.

“Are you sure?” he asked suspicious.

“Why not? Earlier today I played a valentine’s song to Alex. I doubt anything is stranger than that.”

“Alright then… One more thing”, he reached into his backpack pocket to give a red heart-shaped card in Kara's hands. “What are you waiting for?” James looked at her impatiently.

“Nothing, I’m on it. I’m on it”, she laugh again and turned to her new victim.

Golly! Why is she doing this again?

Kara held the card tight in her hands looking at James' calligraphy right in the center. There was just the question would you go on a date with me? a place and a number that represented the day of tomorrow by the night. James, at least, could have been less cheesy. Jesus, she would do it better than this. She took a deep breath more than once before  looking at the girl who had already received her order and was in the back of the cafeteria. How embarrassing would that be? Couldn’t she fake a faint? No. It was a promise. Kara never broke a promise. And James was paying her of course. Maybe she was so focused on the book that she would not even realize the music was for her. Come on, Kara. Lena would obviously notice. How unlucky Winn not be here this time. The blonde had been standing in the middle of the road so long that she could feel the look of her friend making a hole in her back. You should be doing this today, Kara. When Kara finally removed the guitar from the cover, James's relief seemed almost visible in the air. Did he think she would give up? Kara never gave up on anything. She really wanted this time though. But no. She moved on with the guitar already thinking to which university she could transfer. How could she look at Lena’s face again after this?

Already in front of the table of her neighbor's door she started the firsts music chords of Thinking Out Loud releasing the attention of the other girl in the book which seemed her only object of interest besides her coffee. Lena watched her with a surprised look and her face was filled with an intense blush. Kara hoped she would at least not get mad the aspiring reporter certainly thought her chances with Lena were now possibly none. She finished the song and threw the card on Lena’s table not even giving the engineering student time to react to the scene. Kara immediately ran away to outside the establishment without having the chance to hear some applause that came around and let alone witness the shy smile that was on the face of the girl for whom James unfortunately had a crush.

The blonde found the boy outside, holding two coffees and an expectation that Kara could not even look at.

“You did it so good, Kara, thank you very much. Do you think she will say yes?” He asked with a huge smile for Kara.

“You’re welcome”, Kara tried to answer by hiding the storm of emotions she felt with false enthusiasm and a laugh. Because of course she would be the help to get together her friend and the girl for whom she fell for. “I’m sure she will.”

No wonder Alex sometimes said she was a too good person.

*

Much later, walking briskly down the hallway of the dorm, Kara hoped to succeed in her plan to avoid Lena. She saw the door in front of her closed. The engineering student still had to be in the last few minutes of class giving Kara enough time to hide in her bedroom before she would come. Kara knew she couldn’t avoid her forever, but she would try for as long as possible. She grabbed the door handle of her bedroom, relieved that she could finally rest from the rush that had been her day torn between playing countless songs and running away from Lena, when a voice stopped all her thoughts.

“You never gave me a chance to let you know my answer."

The blonde turned instantly to face Lena propped on her own door, offering a smile amused by the mess that was Kara herself. Was Lena all this time in her bedroom?

“Oh, yes”, the journalism student laughed, losing control of her words that seemed to stuck in her throat.

“You know, I'd really love to go on a date with you, Kara," Lena smiled and winked at the blonde before opening her room and entering.

Kara could only smile as her stomach flipped and her heart stuttered in her chest. Lena want to go on a date with me. Lena want to go on a dat-

Oh golly. Was the card not signed?

How would she tell this to James?

#supercorp #supergirl #lena luthor #supercorp fanfic #kara danvers #kara x lena #college au #valentine's day

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Either/Or: Dreams

dont know if youre taking prompts but if it appeals to you at all could you incorporate kara comforting lena after nightmares of her childhood with lilian and lex? i need some protective caring kara and an exploration of lena's psyche is always fascinating

It was the eighteenth time.

In two months.

That was almost four times per week, though it wasn’t the completely right number. There were sometimes that it was six nights in a row and then not again for ten. It was every other day sometimes, and then none for a week. It was irregular and it was scheduled and consistent, and it was perfect.

But the eighteenth time was different.

Nothing really changed. Not in the newly developing routine that seemed to flow naturally.

Still, Lena came over to Kara’s apartment after a business dinner. Still, she brought Kara the leftovers and dessert. And she earned a kiss  that tasted like tiramisu. Somewhere between telling about her day and making out against the wall in the bathroom with a bit of toothpaste in the corner of her mouth, the thunder cracked. Lena complained about a headache and being exhausted. That didn’t stop her from kissing her girlfriend’s neck.

Not one part of the night was terribly different than any other when one slept over. Somehow, as always, Lena ended up in one of Kara’s discarded DEO shirts and old pj pants that were much too long for her legs. She complained about it half-heartedly almost every morning, claiming them to be tripping hazards and a real problem when it came to dating the hero.

And Lena, in her oversized pants and shirt, as always, found herself hiding in Kara’s shoulder and neck as she finally allowed herself a satisfied, peaceful nights’ sleep. And Kara, in her old tank top and underwear, hid in Lena’s hair and fell asleep just as quickly.

It was textbook.

But deep into the night, well into her deepest sleep, Kara felt a tugging at her shirt and a jostling beside her. Immediately, she woke, tensing every muscle and using every extra sense she could to figure out if something was happening. But amidst the quiet and predictable noises of the night, the sloshing of tires outside in a stagnant puddle, the flickering of the streetlight a block down, the startled skatter of a stray cat-- nothing was out of place.

And then Lena shifted again, tossing and turning but holding onto Kara’s shirt so tightly that it made her nervous.

“Please…” the sleeping girl half sobbed.

“Hey, Lena, hey,” Kara whispered, pushing away the hair that stuck to her sweaty forehead. “Honey, wake up.”

Gentle as she could, Kara rubbed Lena’s back, talking her down from something she couldn’t understand. It seemed to work, until Lena shot up in bed, her hand moving to her own chest now, finally relinquishing Kara’s shirt. With a gasp, tried to catch her breath which seemed to sound like she’d just run a marathon.

“Hey, you okay, Lee?” Kara cooed.

“What? Yeah, of course. I’m sorry. I just.”

“You were having a nightmare.”

“No, no, I was just. It’s fine. Go back to sleep. I’m going to go grab some water.”

Before she could do anything, Lena was out of the bed, and Kara was left listening to the soft muffle of her pants dragging along the hallway toward the kitchen.

The clock blinked that it was just after four in the morning when the light in the kitchen clicked on and crept its way down toward the bedroom door. Kara listened to the sound of water running and Lena drinking. She gave her a few minutes to compose herself before following down the hall, squinting against the imposition into the dark.

“Want to talk about it?” Kara ventured.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s fine. I’m just a little worried.”

“Don’t be worried,” Lena smiled, composing herself in a short amount of time. A talent that she prided herself on, and that Kara hated.

“You can talk to me, you know?”

“Nothing to talk about.”

“Do you… want to go back to bed?” Kara offered, still unsatisfied with the answer.

“I think I’m going to check on emails and get started with the day,” the CEO decided. “But you should go back to sleep.”

Lena put the glass in the sink and tried not to look at Kara because she knew that Kara would be watching her, and that was too much for her still sleepy but wide-awake brain. She knew that those blue eyes would be sympathetic and warm and want to make her go to sleep, and so she avoided them at all costs.

But the fidgeting didn’t make Kara moved. Instead she stood there and eyed the girl in her kitchen and tried to figure out how to handle the situation. Lena Luthor was a minefield. It wasn’t that there were many mines, just that the few mines that existed, deep in the ground, were sensitive and extremely large.

“I should actually get started on some emails and rewriting that draft I owe Snapper,” Kara decided. “And I’m kind of hungry.”

“You should sleep.”

“Or,” Kara smiled, finally approaching, slow and steady, as one would approach a scared, bristling panther. “We could do some work, get ready, and have breakfast together.”

Despite herself, Lena melted into Kara’s hands as they ran along her arm.

“You can go back to bed. I’m fine.”

“I’m not fine. I’m starving.”

Right on cue, a stomach rumbled and Lena sighed, her nervous fingers working through their anxiety by playing with the her girlfriend’s stretched top.

“We should feed you then.”

With a smile, Kara accepted the hug that came after the words, contradicting their intention and instead rooting them in the kitchen. She felt Lena dig her nose into her shoulder and then her chest and close her eyes, and all Kara could do was wrap her arms around her shoulders and hold them there for just a moment.

It was a front.

On stage, in all of the interviews, before the crowds and employees, Lena Luthor stood tall and shrugged off the attempt on her life with a noble, endearing kind of strength that pervaded the thoughts and minds of those who weren’t so sure about her. She was the picture of resilience and she was the antithesis to her name.

To Kara, she kept the same kind of unfaltering façade. It wasn’t as vigorously maintained as it was in front of the entire world, but still, when just the two of them made it back to her penthouse, she spent more time reassuring Kara that she was alright than she did believing it, but it didn’t matter.

“Hey, put that ice back on your face,” Kara ordered as she made her way back into the bedroom. “I want a non-black and blue girlfriend as soon as possible.”

“I’m going to freeze my eyeball if I keep it on any longer,” Lena whined, letting her head droop back.

“You’re a literal genius. You know how ice and bruises work. Let me see.”

Tenderly, Kara hovered over Lena’s side of the bed and furrowed as she surveyed the damage caused by the attempted abduction and gun that’d been pointed at her girlfriend’s head not long enough ago for her heart to beat normally. Light fingertips moved along the bone of her cheek and the swelling near her eyebrow before the ice pack was gingerly placed back in its rightful place.

“How do I look, Doc?”

“Like you crawled into the ring with Joe Frazier and forgot how to float like a butterfly.”

“You should see the other guy.”

The bed went back to normal as Kara got up and continued moving around the bedroom. With one eye, Lena watched the tenseness in her girlfriend’s shoulders. She saw the antsy nerves that wouldn’t let her sit still. Instead, Kara plugged in their phones, and powered them down. She went out and double checked the locks on the doors despite being bulletproof. She turned off the lights and finally joined the bed.

“Did you want a pill?” Kara asked, almost ready to hop out of bed again. “Alex gave me some. To help you sleep.”

“Stop worrying. I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine. I know I’m not fine. I lasered a guys hand off that had a gun pointed at your head. If I could take a pill to sleep this all away, I sure would.”

The honesty in the words hung there in the quiet room, and Lena didn’t know how to fix that, so she put her ice pack on the nightstand and turned out her light before making her way back toward her girlfriend in the middle.

“I’m fine. You’re fine. Tomorrow we’ll start over, okay?” Lena whispered, kissing Kara’s jaw and cheek and finally her lips.

There wasn’t anymore energy left in her to do much more, but Lena wrapped her arms around her hero’s ribs and smelled the shower still on her skin. A warm hand slid under her shirt and rubbed the sore muscles of her ribs and back.

“I love you so much,” Kara whispered into the crown of Lena’s head. The words were full of more conviction than normal, as if they were a threat to the universe to try to do anything to mess it up. The fierceness was warm and slumbered in bed with them.

With a small grunt, Lena adjusted and slipped her leg over her girlfriend’s thigh.

“I know. Me too.”

“You sure you don’t want a pill?”

“Shh. I’m trying to sleep here.”

Her pillow snorted at the order and for the first time in a while, Lena felt that happiness sneak back into her bones. Nothing stopped Kara from rubbing her back, even after she fell asleep. Kara felt Lena relax and eventually slip off beside her, and refused to let herself sleep for a little while.

Inevitably, the combination of Lena’s soft breathing and the warmth of her body pressed against her side, the hero felt the heaviness of her eyelids. It wasn’t until she felt the jolt beside her that Kara realized she’d drifted off to sleep.

Tears stained her shirt, bled through to her skin, and she felt the moisture there as the body in her arms was wracked with sobs.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Kara murmured, close to Lena’s forehead. She rubbed her hand along her back again.

Nothing really did anything. Lena’s arms circled tighter around her ribs as her face dug into her shoulder and cried against it.

“Lena, wake up, love.”

Nothing.

“Baby, come on. It’s okay. Please, it’s just a dream. You’re safe,” she promised, moving a little more forcefully to wake up the nightmare-suffering girl.

With a final cry, Lena woke herself and shook her head, quickly opening her mouth to breathe as her nose was currently sniffling and running.

“Oh, Kara,” Lena shook her head and clung again, hiding there. “I thought you were dead. I dreamt it. Don’t die. Don’t die for me.”

“Hey, hey, hey, no one is dying. How many times do I have to keep telling everyone this?”

“Please don’t die,” she continued to mutter, her lungs fluttering frantically as the emotions overpowered her restraint. “I saw it. I watched it happen and I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t and I saw you and oh, please don’t die.”

“I won’t. I won’t,” Kara promised. “Take a deep breath. It was just a silly dream. We’re safe.”

“But I saw you! I saw it and I couldn’t--”

Despite her soreness and the pain in her body, Lena sat up slightly and kissed Kara’s cheek. She cupped her neck and felt her everywhere she could before resting her forehead against her temple.

The hiccups of crying began to finally supside as Lena refused to let go. To her credit, Kara held back just as hard.

“It was just a dream,” Kara promised again.

“I know.”

“The universe isn’t done with us yet, Lena Luthor.” Lena scoffed and shook her head. “Don’t worry about dying. I’ll always save you. And you’ll save me. But I swear, fate doesn’t take away something like this. I have faith in it.”

“So many things want us dead.”

“Yeah, but I haven’t gotten enough of you, and it’s that simple. I refuse to die until I’ve had my fill of being near you, and I don’t see that happening ever.”

“So you’re immortal now?”

“I’m sure I’ll get sick of you in about eighty thousand years.”

“That soon?” Lena smiled, hear heartbeat returning to normal and her eyes growing even more sore from the outburst.

“Yeah well,” Kara shrugged, rolling towards he, careful to tuck her girlfriend’s wounded body under her chin. “You’re a lot of work, Luthor.”

“I’m so sorry. I thought you were dead. I hated it.”

“I know,” she nodded, kissing Lena’s face again. “Do you want a pill?”

“No, no, I’m fine,” she promised, a yawn coming, right on schedule.

“Okay. Let’s sleep then. No more nightmares.”

“Okay,” Lena nodded.

In some small way, Kara expected it. She skated around the issues as long as she could, coming home early and picking up Lena’s favorite dinner, lighting the candles, pouring the whiskey instead of the wine. Little ways to help her wife relax.

On the day that Lionel Luthor was found dead, Lena didn’t know what to feel, except that she had to feel something, and so when she arrived at home, she appreciated the dinner and the candles and the whiskey that was, in fact, not her first of the day, but rather her fourth. And Lena kissed Kara in that way that said to do anything other than talk about the elephant in the room.

Kara let her wife dig her nails into her shoulders. She let her cling to her so tightly she couldn’t move. She let Lena ache and clutch and not think but need to just feel Kara near her, on her, in her, everywhere. There was a bit of salvation in it, at least for a moment.

Sore and bruised and unable to think of anything else, Lena found herself sweating in the soft sheets and in dire need of another drink and a cigarette. She wanted to hurt herself, and that was how she could do it the easiest without raising any suspicions from her wife. Kara would let her hurt herself in small measures. Tiny, little ways like a cigarette and grabbing her thighs too tightly to leave bruises that would sour and grow painful the following day, and that Lena would push and tease all morning just to feel that dull anger beneath her skin, deep in her muscles.

“I love you, you know that, right?” Kara whispered, running her fingertips along the dip in her wife’s stomach, the little divot that formed between her ribs, just below her sternum.

“I know,” Lena nodded, running her nervous fingers through Kara’s matted hair.

The night was quiet and neither moved. Lena closed her eyes and fell asleep with Kara draped across her hips, anchoring there. She fell asleep with an ache in her bones and heart. She fell asleep despite her own aversion to it.

It wasn’t a surprise that she woke up with the fleeting visions of her father and this agonizing burning in her chest. Or that she couldn’t seem to forget the day that she scraped her knee on her fifth birthday when he taught her how to ride a big kid bike, and he cleaned her wound on the kitchen counter, kissing her knee sweetly when she was patched up. Or that before she woke, she dreamt of the day that he pointed a gun at her and tried to have her killed for where she was taking the company.

The sweat cooled and clung to her body, drying and chilling her to the bone. Tears streamed down her face, dribbling quietly into her hair toward her ears. Slowly, she removed her hand from where it was rooted in her wife’s hair to press it against her chest because she was afraid her heart was ready to hammer right through its cage.

For a few minutes, Lena caught her breath and tried to remain as quiet as possible. She almost thought herself successful in not waking up the slumbering hero on her hip, but there was this nagging feeling of never being able to sneak anything past Kara.

“A nightmare?” Kara whispered, lifting her head and wiping her cheek from the the drool that formed as she slept.

“Yeah,” Lena rasped.

“I’m right here.”

“I know.”

A sleepy Kara lumbered toward her wife and slid beside her in the bed, stretching some of the soreness from her bones from the awkward sleeping position.

“One day,” Kara murmured, kissing Lena’s neck and jaw. “I’m going to give you so many good memories, you won’t have room for any of these bad ones. Then you won’t have bad dreams.”

Despite her fear and her worry and her sadness, Lena smiled in the darkness and rolled to her side, deciding to hide in Kara’s neck this time. She’d sleep well if she felt her, if she could smell her.

“You’re my favorite.”

“I’m serious. Your brain won’t have enough room for the bad memories. I’m going to take all of them away and replace them.”

“I love you.”

“I know,” Kara grinned, her fingertips dragging along her wife’s back.

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(our friends set us up on a blind date as a prank because we don’t like each other but neither of us wants to let them win so ) | Part 3:

( part 1 ) ( part 2 )

“Have you ever noticed how ominous this song is?” Winn says, between muffins, “I mean, you better watch out? You better not cry? Like, are you threatening me? Are you warning me? Is Santa going to kill me in my sleep?”

Nanoon’s is still covered in string lights and Christmas songs are still flowing through the speakers at all times of day, Christmas spirit stubbornly clinging to the coffee shop with every red-and-green decoration, but there are worse things to see at ten in the morning, Winn supposes. Especially when the food and the coffee are for free. “I know right? I never understood that,” Kara nods enthusiastically, ponytail swishing behind her, “he sees you when you sleep, he knows when you’re awake? I’m pretty sure that classifies as stalking.”

Their waitress brings another plate of muffins and donuts, eyeing Kara’s bony wrists and her half-eaten blueberry donut with jealousy before leaving them at the table. Winn snorts, watching Kara hoard the donuts on her own plate like a blonde, cardigan-wearing dragon. “Either way. Here’s to having survived another Christmas,” he raises his coffee for a cheap, brunch toast and Kara clinks her own paper cup against it with a grin. “But seriously, is there a reason you dragged me out for brunch or– not that I’m complaining, far be it from me to refuse free food, but. Is there?”

Kara adjusts her glasses, shrugging half-heartedly, but it can’t be that bad, because her smiles stay fixed in place, if only a little sad at the edges. “What, can’t I want to do something nice for no particular reason?”

“This is about the blind date, isn’t it?” Winn sighs, putting his coffee down. His apology coffee, it seems. “We talked about this yesterday, it’s fine. It turned out better than fine, actually.”

“Right! Right, no, I know– I’m still sorry about that, though, sort of,” she shakes her head and her ponytail swishes again. “But that’s not why I asked you here. It’s not– it’s just that you are one of my best friends but when was the last time we talked? Really talked, no world-threatening, reality-altering, future-changing disasters. Just you know, two friends talking about life, and movies, and work!”

“Kara, we pretty much work at the same place– dealing with world-threatening, reality-altering, future-changing disasters is basically our whole job.”

“I know. But! It’s like game night. Game night is no longer among us. It perished sometime between the Daxamites and Reign and we didn’t even notice!” She complains, chewing on her donut with renewed passion as if maybe the void left behind by game night could be filled with exceptionally good pastries. “What’s next? Karaoke night? If we don’t do something about this soon, it will be chaos.”

Winn sips at his latte, stalling. Kara does have a point, a semblance of normalcy sounds awesome right about now, after Worldkillers and not-so-bright futures and a year of playing the universe’s deadliest game of chess with Brainy’s homicidal maniac relative. Honestly, at this point, they should all start a club, he, Brainy and Kara, make some t-shirts, hold weekly meetings. How to deal with your psycho family member 101. But he digresses. “Okay, I see your point. Things have been kind of intense, lately.” That’s the understatement of the century, he knows. “And it would be nice to hang out without some impending doom glooming everything up.”

Kara sets her cup down with a little too much force, coffee spilling on the wood table, but it doesn’t dampen her enthusiasm, she’s grinning as she tries to clean up the mess with napkins. “It would, wouldn’t it? A normal night, without any superhero business?”

“I have an idea,” Winn passes her more napkins, “why don’t we resurrect game night?”

“Yes! That would be perfect!” She squeals, eyes widening behind the glasses, “you should bring Brainy, and I’ll invite Nia and Lena, too! It’s a shame J’onn is still out of town, though.”

“Yeah, but he’ll be here for Karaoke night, right?”

“I think so, yeah. He’ll definitely be here before New Year’s Eve.”

Winn is in the middle of trying to remember where he put his board games when the TV catches their attention. The news anchor is outside a suburban house– pastel colors, white picket fences, rose bushes in the garden; the whole package– talking about murder and some sort of alien serial killer on the loose, and Winn can physically see Kara itching to fly. “You should go,” he tells her, “sounds like superhero business, hopefully not so world-threatening, reality-altering, future-changing level.”

“I’m so sorry,” she rushes out, already digging dollar bills out of her wallet, eyes glued to the screen, “but we are bringing game night back. That’s non-negotiable now. And you still have to tell me everything about your date with Brainy– but we’ll talk later!”

And she’s off, doorbell ringing on her wake.

*

What no one tells you about spending an entire year in the future is that, like with any other extended trip, there’s a shitton of things to do once you get back.

Because being an adult sucks like that.

Alex made sure the DEO took care of his rent, and Winn is thankful for that, he is, he very much likes not being homeless and there’s no way he’d find another apartment like this for the same price– but anything beyond that, it’s a work in progress.

His internet connection isn’t nearly as good as before, won’t be for a little while, or at least until he can stabilize his bank acount– and that’s not gonna happen until he forces himself to go grocery shopping for real and stop buying take out every night. There’s only so much Chinese food he can eat without getting sick, anyway.

Google Chrome crashes for the third time this afternoon and Winn lets his laptop slide from his lap to the floor. And honestly, he hopes it breaks and bursts into flames, because if he has to watch that freaking pixelated dinosaur jump over equally pixelated cactus one more time–

Maybe he should buy a cactus. It would probably be better than sit here and try his luck with cable.

You know what, maybe he should.

Dragging himself off the couch, Winn stretches, hopping over his fallen laptop– sadly, still in one piece– and looking for his keys; there has to be at least one flower shop still open in the whole city. It doesn’t even have to be nearby, he’s willing to go for a walk.

Keys, keys, keys– got it!

He grins, throwing his front door open and– “what are you doing here?”

Brainy is standing in his doorway, one hand poised to knock and the other holding a manilla envelope. “Oh.” He takes in Winn’s clothes, key halfway into the lock, “is this a bad time?”

“No. I mean, I was about to head out, but,” the cactus will have to wait, it seems, “by all means, come in, I guess. Wait, how did you know where I live?”

“The DEO keeps a personal file on every current and former employee,” he says, breezing past Winn and inside the apartment, envelope thrust unceremoniously into Winn’s hands. “It was easy enough. But do not worry, I only scanned the contact information.”

“Because that’s not creepy at all,” Winn comments without any real heat, too busy opening the envelope and too curious to be annoyed. He shakes it upside down and two photos fall down, screenshots from security cameras showing– no way. “Dude, we should have these framed!” The first one has Alex’s shocked face while the second has Kara’s, both taken in just the right second. “And then, when we do the big reveal in– what, a few weeks? Anyway– we should give it to them, like, with little bows on top– oh, oh, I know! There should be a cake too, with Congrats, you’ve been played! written on top!”

“That is… an idea, certainly,” Brainy pauses in the middle of his living room, back straight and stiff, looking almost nervous. “But not the reason I’m here.”

“Well, then what is it?” Winn asks, scooping up his laptop from the floor, and now that there’s another person here, in his apartment, he’s beginning to notice how messy it truly is. The jacket thrown over the couch now feels glaringly obvious and the takeout containers from lunch still sitting on his kitchen table couldn’t be more noticeable with neon signs hanging over them. If only the person standing on his living room weren’t so judgy, or even just had given him a heads up before showing up on his doorstep. But god forbid, that would be asking too much. “What is the reason? Come on, man, did something happen? Are they onto us?”

Something complicated scrunches up Brainy’s face, not quite a grimace but just as disgruntled. He opens his mouth, stops himself, then closes it, before trying again, “no, I don’t believe so. But something did happen. After Alex convinced Supergirl to pick you up for brunch, whatever that means.”

“Wait, Alex convinced Kara? But she– no, okay, why did Alex convince Kara? What happened after she left?”

“It did not take much convincing, I assure you. Supergirl had already been talking about some board game she found in her closet this morning? Somehow that led to brunch, I didn’t entirely follow on their logic.” He frowns, sounding more irritated with himself than anything. To be fair, one year ago, Winn would be rolling his eyes, but damn if it’s not confusing to be in a completely different time. Sometimes Garth and Lyle would say ordinary stuff and it still went way over Winn’s head; it’s like the entire world’s sharing some inside joke, but you can’t even tell the set up from the punchline. “As I was saying, after she left, Alex requested, ordered, really, that we talked somewhere private.”

“Oh, so she wanted to get you alone, without me or Kara? That– that doesn’t sound like Alex. What did she tell you?”

“I thought the same,” Brainy exclaims, and wow. There’s a first for everything, Winn figures. “It’s completely off her normal behavior! Once we were alone, she threatened me.”

“Alex did what now?”

“Yes, strange, isn’t it? She warned me about the consequences of breaking your heart, but that makes no sense; if we are supposedly dating, why would I do that?”

Worry and apprehension had been steadily growing, coiling tight around his lungs, wondering if this is the next crisis– mind control, invasion of the body snatchers, who knows!– but now it deflates like a balloon, and he exhales a lungful of relief. “So that’s it? That’s what she wanted to talk to you about? Oh, man, you got me really worried there for a sec.”

Like most things that come out of Winn’s mouth, this seems to irk Brainy in all the wrong ways. “And it is cause for concern, Winslow, if the Director is under the influence of some sort of mind–”

“Okay, I’ll stop you right there,” Winn says, trying to placate him. He shoves his jacket off the couch and pushes pillows aside, clearing space for them to sit down. “It’s nothing to worry about. That was just Alex’s version of a shovel talk, it’s fine. I mean, it was probably very scary, because it’s Alex, but it’s fine.”

Brainy sits, one eyebrow raising as he appears to debate with himself if he should believe Winn or not. “Shovel talk?”

“Yeah, it’s a thing people do when a sibling or close friend starts dating, they give the boyfriend or girlfriend the good ol’ you hurt them, I’ll kick your ass speech.” And yeah, it’s his bad, Winn can recite a mea culpa here; he should’ve warned Brainy about things that could possibly happen, but, frankly, Winn had not considered this as a likely scenario. “It’s sweet, actually.”

The utterly flat look Brainy levels him is just too funny, and along with having him here, sitting on Winn’s couch because Alex scared him with her shovel talk, it sends Winn into a fit of laughter. He can’t help it. There’s something so absurd about the whole situation, it sends him laughing all over again everytime he hiccups back in control. Even Brainy, when Winn manages to gather himself, has an indulgent smile on his face. “A very strange custom,” he notes, “but understandable with its due context.”

“Yeah, don’t sweat it, man.” Winn waves him off, leaning back on the cushions. If he had gone grocery shopping, this would be a nice time for a beer. “But it’s good that you’re here, because while you were being shoveled, I was getting free muffins and free coffees-- now that I think about it, I’m not sure Kara understands the concept of brunch very well either. But nevermind that, the point is,” he grins, “we are invited for game night.”

A wary sigh from Brainy and the squinting look on his eyes tell Winn he would probably have agreed on the beer thing. “I’m assuming that has something to do with Kara’s recently found board game and brunch.”

Winn snickers, “you would assume correctly. Look, I’m kinda hungry, are you staying or what? ‘Cause I’m thinking of ordering some pizza, so-- speak now or be hungry forever.”

It snaps Brainy sharply into motion. He stands up, smoothing out his clothes, “no, I should probably go.”

“Suit yourself,” Winn shrugs, standing up as well, and his phone buzzes on the table. “Oh, no. This is not good.”

“Something wrong?” Brainy asks, peering over his shoulder to look at the screen, “is that Alex?”

“Yes, she wants to meet for lunch tomorrow,” he swallows audibly, they both know what this means, “oh god, now it’s my turn to get the shovel talk.”

And Brainy, the goddamn asshole, he smiles. “As you said it yourself, there is nothing to worry about. It’s sweet, in fact.”

Winn savors every last bit of pleasure of slamming the door closed on his stupid smug face.

#supergirl fic #winn schott jr #brainy #querl dox #brainiac 5 #winndox #alex danvers #kara danvers #when in rome

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Walk of Shame

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The neon green numbers on the bedside clock flashed silently, glaring at Lena through the artificial darkness of the room.  She guessed it had something to do with the insulated curtains dressing the small window of her bedmates apartment.  She sat up slowly, cautious of her throbbing head and the deep snores coming from the other side of the bed.  

This wasn’t a frequent thing.  Lena wasn’t the type to go out every weekend and find herself a new conquest, she much prefered to lose herself in her work, the smell of a soldering iron was almost as relaxing to her as a shot of whiskey some days.  But every now and then, her stress levels rose to heights that required something… a little more heavy handed.  Which is how Lena now found herself searching a stranger’s room for last night’s dress and, if her memory serves, the remnants of her underwear.  

She glanced around, noting that, yes, her memory, though tainted with potentially lethal amounts of tequila, was correct.  Her underwear, what was left of it, was balled up at the foot of the bed, that could stay… Her bra, fared a little better, only one bent clasp, but still wearable.  She quickly slipped it on, remembering that her dress had come off somewhere near the front door.  

She quietly tiptoed from the room, hoping that her acquaintances pointed ears weren’t as sensitive during sleep as they were while he was awake.  

Lena froze as his snores stopped abruptly, relaxing as his body shifted and his breathing evened out.  

She wasn’t ashamed.  They were two consenting adults, both of whom were in need of a little stress relief.  Lena was just hated the whole “morning after” nonsense.  Can’t we just high five and be done…? No, for some reason, the morning after for Lena usually found her bed partner clinging to her like a leech, or asking for her number, for a date… None of which, Lena was in any position to offer.  It was a PR nightmare waiting to happen.  

So she did what she did best.  She fixed last night’s makeup and slipped into her dress, hoping that she could cover it up with her coat, despite the heat outside.  Her phone was flat, ruling out any chance of calling her driver, meaning a quick getaway was not looking promising.  She’d have to make it to the lobby then catch her bearings from there.  

Lena found her shoes, one by the couch, the other under the coffee table, and marvelled at the fact that she actually seemed to have picked up the universe’s biggest frat boy, judging by the smell of axe body spray and numerous (outdated) gaming consoles.  He’d probably have a heart attack if he ever found out who she was.  

Lena double checked that she had everything, and let the door click shut quietly as she backed out of the apartment.

Had Lena been less worried that the man in the apartment would wake, she might have heard the door on the other side of the hall close.  She also might have noticed that she wasn’t alone in the hallway before she ran into the other person.  She stifled a yelp, turning to face the person who was, on second glance, clearly in the same boat.  

The blonde let go of Lena’s elbows, having held her up, after almost knocking her to the floor.

 “You scared the jeepers out of me,” she said, letting out a relieve chuckle.  

Lena gave her a weak smile, still recovering from her own fright, “I’m sorry… I was just… You know…”

Recognition flashed in the woman’s blue eyes, she nodded quickly at the elevator, “Gotcha.  Wanna share the elevator?”

 “Please.”

They walked quickly, both women carrying their heels from the night before.  Both hiding party dresses under their coats, still in last night’s makeup.  

 “Your eyeliner is amazing by the way…”

Lena glanced up at the blonde, “Uh, thanks?”

 “I’m sorry, I don’t normally do this! I just… Last night… and then Sara left me at the bar…  And Dani was just… Why am I telling you this?” she let out an embarrassed laugh that made Lena feel so much better about her situation.

 “Maybe because we’re in the same boat.  Call it kinship?” Lena added with a smirk.  Surely the Universe was fucking with her… How did she run into this gorgeous ray of sunshine, while doing the walk of shame at half past five on a friday morning?  

 “I don’t think that word means what you think it means,” the blonde deadpanned.  

Lena laughed as the elevator reached the lobby, “Well, I hope you get home okay.  Please tell your friend Sara that I think she’s a complete wanker for leaving you alone in a bar.”

 “I sure will.”  

Lena started got to the footpath, realising she was only three blocks away from her apartment.  She started walked, before realising the blonde was walking a few paces behind.  She turned and raised an eyebrow.

 “I’m not following you I swear…. I live on forty-second…”

Lena laughed.  The Universe was definitely fucking with her.  “I live on Macrossan.  I’m Lena by the way…”

The girl took a few long strides, walking alongside Lena, “Kara.”

 “Well, Kara, just so you know, I don’t make a habit of this either, so…”

Kara nodded, “Right, there’s no judgement here.  I’m usually too busy to even think about this… But yesterday… Sara and Barry turned up and of course that always ends in disaster, so we went out to blow off some steam… and here we are… I’m rambling again.”

 “Yeah, you are,” Lena chuckled.  “I had the worst week at work… Then yesterday everything went to crap… And I’m having to cancel an appointment today just to deal with the fallout from yesterday.  But I’m so much more relaxed than I was eight hours ago.  So I’m certainly not going to regret anything.”

Kara laughed, “Alex is going to kill me for going off grid…”

 “Alex?”

 “My sister.  We kinda… work together sometimes?  And after yesterday, I went home and said I wasn’t feeling great…  But here I am.  Doing the walk of shame…”

 “You are…?” Lena said, sarcasm dripping from her features.  Clearly fatigue was hampering Kara’s ability to read social cues, because it took her a good moment to realise that Lena was, in fact, joking.    “That was mean.  Why are you like this?”

 “Well, if you knew my last name, you’d understand,” she smirked.  

The conversation died off, it was comfortable enough, never awkward.  At least until they reached the corner of Macrossan Street.  

Kara gave Lena a tight smile and wave, “Thanks for walking with me!  Maybe I’ll see you around, considering we live like… two streets apart…”

 “Maybe… You made my early morning stroll significantly less painful…”

Lena watched Kara skip slightly as she continued in the direction of her street.  If she ever met Kara again, she’d definitely know that the Universe was playing games.  Hell, if it was… She was definitely not going to complain.

***

Lena was still fending off a headache when Jess called about the reporters waiting outside her office.  She really needed to stick to her No Binge Drinking on Work Nights rule.  

 “Let them in, Jess.”

Lena’s brow furrowed, last she knew, Clark Kent was still writing for the Daily Planet.  What the hell was he doing in National City?  She glanced to his right, doing a double take when she saw the blonde, standing with a surprised smirk on her face.

Yep.  The Universe was on a roll.

#supercorp #if you squint #grims minis

[aeon-wolf]

Heterochromia

Based on prompt:

Heterochromia: You have one eye of your soulmates eye color and when you meet you get your own eye color instead of having two different eye colors.

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I.

On Krypton, nothing like this ever happened. As a humanoid race with rather advanced scientific achievements to their names, the Kryptonians had all but eliminated genetic mutations or unexpected traits in their children. Zor-El and Alura were as baffled as anyone when Kara had developed heterochromia, against the genetic instructions Kara was given. She was to be born with deep blue eyes, but instead, she was born with one of the intended blue color, but one of a green hue with a brilliant mixture of blue within.

It was something that Kara had lived with for all her years on Krypton. It made her different from the rest of the children her age. Even the rest of the Kryptonians in general. And despite her father’s best efforts, he couldn’t find the reason as to his child’s mutation. Alura and Zor-El loved their child regardless, but they desperately wished they could give her an answer to her questions.

She constantly asked why she was different. Had her two different eye colors been a choice that Alura and Zor-El had made for her? Zor-El had made the decision to conceal the truth from their daughter. From everyone who wasn’t privy to the information in fact. Zor-El held a great deal of power and status on Krypton as the head of the Science Guild and Alura being a very influential judicator. He was able to seal Kara’s genetic test tube. Keep the accidental heterochromia from everyone, including his own daughter.

It wasn’t until Jor-El and Lara had their son, Kal-El, through a natural birth that Zor-El finally found what he was missing. His nephew was born with the exact same heterochromia that his cousin had been, despite their different methods of giving birth. And when Astra had been right and Krypton was dying, Jor-El and Zor-El decided to send their children to a planet called Earth. It had been a planet of Jor-El’s choosing, but in doing some last minute research about the planet, Zor-El finally found the missing piece.

It had been right in front of him the whole time and he had missed it completely. Earth was one of the few known planets in the universe that produced soulmates. A foreign concept to Krypton where relationships and marriages were used to merge houses together and were arranged years in advance. Earth was a planet where humans were born with one eye color of their own and one eye color of their soulmate. And finally, everything clicked into place.

But even when they were forced to send their only child away, they kept the truth from Kara. Though not out of malice. Alura and Zor-El simply believed it was better for Kara to think that her eyes were intentional. If Kara’s eyes were a sign of her future, her soulmate on Earth, it was better for the young Kryptonian to find out on her own. And as Zor-El and Alura watched their only daughter and her cousin fly away from Krypton, Alura turned to hug Zor-El, tears in her eyes. Both of them could only hope that they had done the right thing and given their children the best chance they could have at survival.

II.

After Kara had been freed from the Phantom Zone and placed with the Danvers by Kal-El, it took her some time to become situated on the strange planet. Kara couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty that she hadn’t been able to fulfill the one task her parents had given her before their death; to take care of Kal-El. Now, her cousin was a grown man and off saving the planet while she was still a young girl just trying to pass middle school.

One thing that did strike Kara though as she got to know the new planet was that the dual eye color that she had once been mocked for on Krypton was far more common on Earth. And when she had asked her new sister Alex about it, the other girl chuckled. “Sometimes I forget you’re new here. So here’s the deal, if someone has got eye colors that don’t match, they haven’t met their soulmate yet. One of them is their natural color and one is the natural color of their soulmate. So when you meet, your eyes will change so you’ve both got two eyes of your natural color. Cool, huh?” Alex told her sister.

“So, that’s how you know who you’re going to be with and marry in the future?” Kara asked, the concept of soulmates being somewhat foreign to her. Alex nodded.

“Yeah.” She said eagerly. “Hence why one of my eyes is brown and one is hazel.” She shrugged. “I haven’t met my soulmate yet either.” Kara tilted her head to the side slightly.

“Do people always meet their soulmate?” She asked. And Alex shook her head.

“Not all the time, unfortunately. And sometimes people who haven’t, decide to settle down with someone who isn’t their soulmate. And that’s fine too. But I mean, what happens if someday you do meet your soulmate and you’re already married? Talk about awkward.” Alex replied. Kara just nodded thoughtfully, the gears in her head turning. Had her parents known about this? And was this possibly the reason why she had the eye coloring she did. Maybe the universe always knew that she was going to be on Earth someday. And it gave her hope that somewhere out there was someone for her. Maybe someone out there so she wouldn’t feel so alone anymore.

III.

Lena Luthor had grown up rather unconcerned about her soulmate. She had much more pressing things to preoccupy her than pine and obsess over her possible soulmate. Growing up a Luthor didn’t allow her to have a normal childhood. She was constantly in the spotlight, being paraded around like a charity project by the Luthors. Take in an orphan like one would buy an expensive vase to show off. Lena hated every minute of it. She would much rather be curled up in her room with a book or working on one of her science experiments, especially as she got older into her high school and college years.

Though sometimes Lena did stare at her face in the mirror, committing the deep blue and bluish green hues of her eyes to memory. She sometimes wondered which color was her own natural one. She hoped it was the green because, in her mind, the blue was the most striking and beautiful color she had seen in her life. And in some far off fantasy where she actually met her soulmate and they ended up together, she wanted to stare into those deep blue eyes all the time and get lost in them.

But then Lena would shake herself out of her fantasy and go back to whatever was preoccupying her time. She went about her college years studying at MIT where she met a guy named Jack Spheer who she immediately hit it off with. The two went as far as to start a small tech company together, Spheerical Industries, at Lena’s insistence because if they attached the Luthor name to their company it wouldn’t be their own anymore. And would spend hour after hour in the lab trying to find a cure for cancer.

But when Lex had been arrested for a multitude of federal crimes in his war against Superman, despite Lena trying to warn him off of it, she was forced to leave her small little paradise with Jack behind to take control of one of the most powerful tech companies in the world. Lena and Jack’s relationship suffered with the change. While Lena had never actually dated her friend, she had entertained the idea more than once. Jack was charming, smart, friendly, kind, and a various assortment of other qualities that Lena found attractive. But she knew he wasn’t her soulmate. And deep down, somewhere in the back of her mind, Lena was hoping that one day she would run into whoever that might be. So she had waved off Jack’s subtle advances which had also strained their relationship. And when Lena moved back to Metropolis and then to National City after she relocated the company headquarters out of the city that her brother had decimated, she and Jack weren’t exactly on speaking terms anymore.

So, once again, Lena went about her life, rather unconcerned about locating her soulmate. There were stories of people who would spend all of their free time, traveling in search of their one. And it wasn’t like Lena lacked the resources to do so. But she was also increasingly busy in her new position as CEO of LuthorCorp, soon to be renamed L-Corp. In fact, Lena had to cancel her seat on the Venture because she had to attend to some last minute preparations for the renaming ceremony in the following couple of days.

And when she had flipped on the news she had been rather shocked to see the aircraft having to be saved by not only Superman but his cousin Supergirl. Lena had to smile at the sight. Regardless of her family’s relationship with the Supers, she couldn’t help but be slightly in awe of both superheroes. Especially Supergirl. Lena hadn’t paid extremely close attention to the young Super, but she read a few articles, mainly published by CatCo along with some rather good action shots of National City’s superhero. Though she had never really gotten a close look at her face. Never really paid that much attention. On some level, she preferred it that way. This way she could read about the deeds and worry less about the appearance. Lena of all people knew that the media often focused far too much on looks and not enough on accomplishments.

IV.

“Lena Luthor,” Kara said.

“Lex’s sister.” Kal-El finished and Kara nodded. Kara had to admit, she didn’t know much of the youngest and more mysterious Luthor. The female Luthor tended to keep out of the spotlight as much as possible. Kara couldn’t exactly blame her. Not when her last name was Luthor.

“But Lex can’t be involved in this. He’s in prison. Congrats, by the way.” Kara said.

“Yeah, thanks. Well, Lex may be in jail but his sister is now running LuthorCorp.” He said as the pair walked towards the elevator.

“Yep. And she just moved to National City.” Kara informed her cousin. She might not have paid too much attention to the youngest Luthor, but when someone that high profile moves their headquarters to your city and you work for one of the biggest media outlets in said city, things get around rather quickly. Kal-El nodded as the two got into the elevator.

“I guess we should go see what she knows.” He said. Kara nodded in agreement. It was better to be safe than sorry where the Luthors were concerned.

V.

“There’s a couple of reporters here to see you, Miss. Luthor. Clark Kent and Kara Danvers.” Lena groaned as she walked past Jess’ desk from a board meeting, her jacket and purse in hand. She had walked right past them not even giving them a second look but nodded at Jess who gave her an apologetic look. “I tried to say you were busy they wouldn’t take no for an answer.” She said quietly. Lena waved her assistant off.

Without turning to look at the two reporters, one of whom she knew probably hated her just because of a name she didn’t choose, she gestured for them to follow her into her office. She heard the two get up as they walked behind her. “There’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for why I wasn’t aboard the Venture yesterday.” She said, her voice short with both of them as she walked through the double doors into her office, over to hang her jacket up on the coat stand.

“Well, that’s why we’re here.” A male voice belonging to Clark Kent said behind her.

“There was an emergency regarding the planning for a ceremony I'm holding tomorrow. I’m renaming my family’s company and I had to cancel.” She said, placing her purse on the ground, under her jacket.

“Ah, lucky.” Lena fought to roll her eyes at the tone of voice he used. She brushed her hair out of her face before turning to face the two reporters. Her eyes flicked straight to Clark Kent.

“Lucky is Superman saving the day.” She said, a teasing tone to her voice. She wasn’t stupid. She knew that Clark Kent was Superman. It took more than a slouch, a pair of glasses and a clumsy and easy going personality switch to hide the Kryptonian genetics he was packing. He chuckled.

“Not something one expects a Luthor to say.” He bit back. Lena raised an eyebrow before the woman Lena had largely ignored spoke up.

“And Supergirl was there too.” She pointed out. Lena then turned her attention to the woman. Her eyes widened slightly as she got a good look at the eye colors that were staring back at her. Looking back at her was the exact same shade of blue and green that she had spent her entire life looking at in the mirror. Committing to memory. The blonde, Kara Danvers if Lena remembered correctly, seemed rather taken aback by Lena’s own gaze as well.

And Clark Kent seemed to fade into the background as Lena watched Kara’s left, green, eye shimmer slightly as it faded and shifted into the deep blue that Lena loved so much. Lena was certain her own eyes had also aligned to the bluish green as well as Clark cleared his throat then looking at Kara.

“I.. uhm..” He stuttered. The blonde, for her part, seemed not to be able to speak, rather was opening and closing her mouth like a fish out of water. Lena pulled herself together the quickest, walking around the two and pouring herself a glass of water.

“And who are you exactly?” She asked, genuinely curious.

The blonde seemed to snap out of whatever stupor she was in. “Uhm… I’m Kara Danvers. I’m not with the Daily Planet. I’m with CatCo Magazine, sort of.” She said, seeming to tack that ‘sort of’ on at the end. Lena turned to get another look at Kara.

“That’s a publication not known for its hard-hitting journalism. It’s more like high waisted jeans, yes or no?” Lena remarked, making her way over to her desk, sitting down and flipping open on of the files on it.

“Uhm. I… I’m just tagging along today.” She stumbled over her words again. Lena would normally find that trait in a person rather annoying. But she was finding it somewhat endearing on Kara. The blonde obviously wore her emotions on her sleeve. In contrast to Lena who had been trained to keep hers bottled up and hidden.

“Right. Can we just speed this interview along?” Lena asked the two, hoping that the sooner the interview had concluded, the sooner she could talk to Kara Danvers, alone. “Just ask me what you want to ask me, Mr. Kent. Did I have anything to do with the Venture explosion.” Lena almost spat. She knew that even though she actually had a real reason to cancel her seat, that wouldn’t be enough for the press. The fact she was a Luthor would put her under scrutiny that, frankly, she didn’t deserve.

“Did you?” He asked. Lena looked up from the file.

“You wouldn’t be asking me if my last name was Smith.” She pressed.

“Ah but it’s not. It’s Luthor.” He said smugly. Lena felt her skin prickle. She honestly hated being defined by her last name.

“Some steel under that Kansas wheat.” She teased “It wasn’t always.” She admitted. She glanced at Kara. “I was adopted when I was four. The person who made me feel most welcome in the family was Lex.” She said truthfully. “He made me proud to be a Luthor.” She said, recalling all the times her brother had been there for her when Lionel and Lillian had not. Comforting her when Lillian had been unbearably cruel to her.

“And then he went on his reign of terror in Metropolis.” She said, turning her chair towards the window. "Declared war on Superman.” She remarked, knowing full well that Superman was standing right in front of her. And if her intuition was right, perhaps Supergirl as well. “Committed unspeakable crimes. When Superman put Lex in jail, I vowed to take back my family’s company.” She said, picking up a remote off her desk and pointing it towards the screen hanging on the wall, playing a short animation. “To rename it L-Corp, make it a force for good.” She said, looking up at Kara, who glanced at Clark.

“I’m just a woman trying to make a name for herself outside her family.” She said truthfully. “Can you understand that?” She asked. She noticed Kara nodding slightly, glancing at Clark.

“Yeah.” She said with a small smile. Lena gave Kara a small, lopsided smile as well.

“I know why you’re here. Because a subsidiary of my company made the part that exploded on the Venture.” She said, getting up from her desk and walking over to one of the shelves nearby. She plucked a USB drive out of one of the stands and handed it to Clark Kent. “This drive contains all the information we have on the oscillator.” The reporter accepted the offered drive. “I hope it helps you in your investigation.” She said. Clark Kent seemed not exactly sure what to do with the peace offering Lena was giving him.

“Thank you.” He finally said.

“Give me a chance Mr. Kent. I’m here for a fresh start, let me have one.” She pleaded. He just grimaced slightly.

“Good day Ms. Luthor.” He said, glancing at Kara. The blonde subtly motioned for him to leave while she stayed firmly in place. He gave her a wary look but did as she asked. Lena leaned back against her desk, looking at Kara.

“So…” Kara started, not exactly sure what to say.

“There’s probably no use beating around the bush is there? We all saw what happened.” Lena said, gesturing between their eyes, now each having two of their own. Kara nodded in agreement.

“I… I’m sorry about him.” She said apologetically. Lena just shrugged.

“I expected nothing less.” She said a little bitterly. “It’s the price that comes with being a Luthor.” Kara’s gaze softened a little bit, stepping slightly closer to Lena.

“For what it’s worth. I believe you.” She said. Lena allowed herself to relax a little bit.

“Thank you, Ms. Danvers,” Lena said, still unsure of exactly where they stood. She wasn’t one to jump straight into anything, soulmate relationship or not. But she wasn’t exactly sure where Kara stood on the entire thing.

“Please, I think you should at least call me Kara.” The blonde said with an endearing smile. Lena uncrossed her arms, looking Kara up and down.

“Kara it is then.” She said. “And the same courtesy is extended to you. Call me Lena.” She said. Kara nodded.

“I… I should probably get going, Lena.” Kara stuttered. Though Lena was more fixated on the way her name sounded falling from Kara’s mouth. “I… um. I’ll see you around? I’m sure.” Kara stammered. Lena chuckled, turning to her desk and plucking a business card out of the stand, picking up the pen from her desk. She jotted down her personal cell phone number before handing the card to Kara.

“I hope this isn’t the last time we talk.” Lena teased as Kara accepted the card. “My personal number is on the back.” She said, giving Kara a genuine smile. The blonde nodded happily, pocketing the card.

“I’ll send you a text so you have my number later?” She questioned and Lena nodded, somewhat eagerly. Kara grinned awkwardly, the two completely unsure of where this revelation of their connection was going to go. Kara stammered out a goodbye and made for the door.

“Oh, and Kara,” Lena called out behind her. Kara paused and turned, a questioning look on her face. “You have beautiful eyes.” She said. Kara blushed and fiddled with her glasses, quickly thanking Lena and returning the compliment before rushing out of the CEO’s office. Lena chuckled to herself. A rather productive day all in all. With much more to come in the days ahead.

Maybe to make up for the last AU which was really short, I give you this. I thought this prompt was really cool. And the idea was cute. I just imagine soft, affection-starved Lena Luthor staring for hours on end in the mirror at the deep blue eye in particular because she thinks it's the most amazing color in the world. And just desperately hoping that it's her soulmate's eye color because she would love to spend those hours just staring at two of those eyes in another person. :)

#supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #soulmate au #oneshot #fanfiction

[the-dj-is-asleep]

One Night: Chapter 1

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Kara tugs Lena along behind her. It’s clear that running isn’t something Lena does often because even without her powers Kara is still being slowed down. It feels redundant to wish she had her powers. She’s been wishing that since she lost them, but right now, she wants nothing more than to scoop Lena up into her arms and take off, fly them both back to National City and forget about all of this. Instead, she trips over a tree root and only barely keeps herself from falling.

She hears shouts behind them and lights, and she knows that if her human ears can pick them up they must be close, but she’s not sure how close. She’s still unsure about the range of her hearing when they’re not benefiting from the light of the yellow sun. A helicopter roars overhead, flooding the forest with light and Kara ducks behind a tree, pulling Lena into her chest.

They stand in the shadows, silent except for their rapid breaths and speeding hearts. The helicopter continues on and the forest is bathed in darkness again. Kara gives her eyes a second to readjust to the darkness and then she takes off again. She clasps Lena’s hand tightly in hers, and thinks that no matter what happens tonight, there’s no way she’s letting go.

Lena snuck up on Kara in a way that no one ever had before. She could never have predicted that one day she might be best friends with the CEO of any company, much less a company previously owned by Lex Luthor. She feels like their friendship is one of the most unlikely in the universe (and she would be the authority on that). She tries not to think about how maybe their friendship only works because Lena doesn’t know how impossible it should be. But they are friends, undeniably, and while all of Kara’s other friends seem to be pulling away (James and Winn are too busy being Guardian to have game nights most of the time and Alex and Maggie are still in the honeymoon stage), Lena seems to be getting closer with every passing day.

Kara’s not sure when along the way they became friends. When the interviews turned to coffee dates and when the coffee dates turned to lunch dates. Thinking back on it, Kara feels like she missed a lot of milestones. She can’t remember the first time they really hung out (not masquerading as an interview). She can’t remember the first time they went to a movie together or the first time they saw a concert downtown or the first time they argued over a check at dinner.

But, there’s no way Kara is missing this milestone, because Lena Luthor is coming to her house. It’s nothing fancy, of course. Lena may be able to do fancy with every waking breath but Kara still needs her sister to dress her up for anything more upscale than business casual. So tonight will be very relaxed. Just ordering in pizza and watching a movie. The same thing Kara’s done a million times before, only this time with Lena next to her and, for some reason, that makes all the difference.

Kara can’t quite pinpoint why it changes so much. Lena wouldn’t be the first friend she invited over for pizza and a movie but she’s never been this nervous before. All she knows is that she’s been cleaning her apartment non-stop for the last forty-five minutes and short of lifting up the couch to make sure there isn’t a speck of dust underneath, there’s not much else she can do. She wants to stop, to relax, but every time she tries she ends up fidgeting so badly that she’s broken two pencils and bent one of her spoons so completely out of shape it might be unsalvageable. So she’s very relieved when she hears a knock on the door alerting her to someone’s presence. A quick x-ray vision check tells her that it’s Lena and also reminds her that she needs to put on her glasses. While Kara is sure that she will have to tell Lena about her alter ego at some point, she’s pretty sure tonight is not the right time.  

When she opens the door, Lena is standing on the other side with a bottle of wine in one hand that Kara knows costs more than her weekly salary and looking absolutely gorgeous. She’s wearing jeans and it’s not the first time that Kara’s seen them on her, but it is the first time she’s seen Lena in a sweatshirt. Kara has the strange and very sudden urge to hug Lena and not just one of those friendly hugs that they’ve shared up until this point but the kind where she buries her face into Lena’s shoulder and lets her hands fist into the soft fabric at the small of back. But before she can process the urge, Lena is stepping around Kara to enter the apartment.

“Your apartment is lovely,” Lena says.

It’s one of those compliments that you have to give when seeing someone’s apartment for the first time but it doesn’t feel like a platitude coming from Lena. Maybe because her eyes dance around, taking every detail in. Maybe because of the small smile that slips across her lips as she says it.

“Oh, thanks,” Kara says, waving her hand dismissively, “It’s nothing special really.”

“No,” Lena says turning to face her. “It’s homey and cute and it suits you. It’s kind of exactly what I pictured.”

“Um, yes, right. I mean, I decorated it kind of? Alex helped a lot. She’s really better with all that stuff. I tend to get… distracted.”

Lena laughs lightly the way she does every time Kara admits something embarrassing about herself. It’s not malicious, ever. When they’d first started hanging out, it had taken Kara a while to find the word to describe that particular laugh, but eventually she’d settled on affectionate. It was like Lena found all of those little details that Kara liked least about herself absolutely delightful.

“Well, then your sister did a fantastic job.”

Kara nods. It’s not rare that she finds herself at a loss for words around Lena. Its not that she’s awkward or uncomfortable but Lena always seems to know how to knock Kara slightly off-balance. For a second, they end up just regarding each other softly before Kara remembers that Lena is here for a reason.

“Pizza! We should order the pizza. You like mushrooms and caramelized onions, right? And pepperoni?”

“You know my order,” Lena says, sounding surprised.

“Of course, we’ve ordered pizza before,” Kara replies easily.

It doesn’t strike her until after she says it that maybe it is surprising because they’ve only had pizza together once before at a fancy restaurant downtown. Certainly she wouldn’t expect Lena to remember her order after only one time (though it’s just plain pepperoni). But Kara tends to collect little details about Lena. Most of the time she doesn’t it accidentally, without meaning to, but she’ll find herself thinking about them days later, trying to piece them together in hopes of knowing Lena better.

“Um,” Kara says, clearing her throat. “Why don’t you sit and pick a movie? I’ll be there as soon as I finish this call.”

Kara orders the pizza quickly and then turns to find that Lena has kicked off her shoes and tucked her legs under her as she scrolls through Kara’s Netflix. She has also taken the liberty of pouring herself a glass of wine and she looks so soft and domestic and comfortable that Kara has to blink. It feels like a dream (Kara’s not sure why she would be dreaming of having Lena in her home like this) and there’s something warm and soft in Kara’s chest. When Lena glances over, Kara forces herself to snap out of it.

“So, did you pick a movie?”

“I… don’t know any of these,” Lena says. “I mean, I never had time to watch many movies so I don’t really know what’s good.”

“Well, what are you in the mood for?”

“Nothing scary or action. I get enough of that in my real life.”

“How about a romantic comedy?” Kara says.

Lena laughs.

“Well, heaven knows I don’t get enough of that in real life. Sounds perfect.”

Kara laughs softly under her breath. She thinks that if anyone deserves romance, deserves love, it must be Lena. She’s kind and smart and funny and beautiful… and lonely. Kara recognizes it. She’s seen so much loneliness in her life —  in herself, in J’onn, in Mon-El, in so many others — that it’s hard to miss. It’s not a fleeting loneliness that comes when your best friend leaves town for a month but a chronic kind of loneliness. The kind that runs in an undercurrent all the time, even when she’s around other people. It comes not from being alone, but from a loss leaving an un-fillable hole.

But, just because she can’t fill it, doesn’t mean it’s destined to hurt forever. There are ways of alleviating the hurt and having someone to love, who loves you back, helps. It’s not a cure at all, but it does help and Lena deserves that more than anyone.

“Why not?” Kara asks, once she’s started the movie (she chose When Harry Met Sally because it’s a classic and it was the first she saw.)

“Hm?” Lena says distractedly.

“Why don’t you have much romance in your life?”

Lena looks at Kara like she’s crazy and Kara thinks maybe she actually is for asking that question out loud.

“Not many people want to date Lex Luthor’s little sister,” she says.

“But you’re so much more than that!” Kara replies.

“Yeah, to you, because you know me. But most people don’t actually get that far,” Lena says. “You’re special.”

Kara scrunches up her nose and leans her head against Lena’s shoulder.

“Most people are stupid,” she says. “You’re wonderful and anyone would be lucky to date you.”

Kara doesn’t miss the way Lena’s heartbeat trips a little and she wonders what part of her statement cause that reaction.

“That’s very nice of you say, Kara.”

“I mean it,” Kara says emphatically. “You’re beautiful and you deserve all of the love in the world.”

“I think we lost them,” Kara pants.

Lena doesn’t answer, too busy trying to catch her breath to do anything other than bend over and gasp. Kara sits down at the base of a tree and leans her head back. She closes her eyes and stretches the limits of her human ears but can’t hear anything past the rustling of the trees. When she opens them again, Lena has also sat down against a tree a few feet away and is glaring at Kara.

“Look. Lena. I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry. I didn’t have a choice.”

Lena looks away and clenches her jaw, shaking her head with barely contained… something (fury, sadness, betrayal? Kara’s not sure what she’s feeling).

“You always have a choice Kara,” Lena says and her tone is scathing. “You chose wrong.”

Chapter 2

#supergirl fic #supergirl #supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #one night #chapter 1 #my writing

[myheartisbro-ken]

Hi! 💙🌹 Hope you're​ doing well. How's the power reading going? I hope it's not too boring. I once had to read my professor's book because he made it required for the course (kind of self promotion-y) 😐. Anyway, no I've not read the Cursed Child, but yikes...It sounds bad based on your description. I couldn't even get through the first chapter of My Immortal. 💀That's the goth, er uniquely written, fanfic, where the girl loves Draco, right? I haven't read much HP fanfiction though. (Pt 1).

I actually don’t think I’ve read any. No, I read one short one I think, but it was for a crack ship, so I’ll not mention it. ❤🗡 Anyway, yeah. I don’t really like the extra things JK is doing. I feel like the additional school is kind of pointless…I would prefer she just deepen the history of Hogwarts etc. or better yet, maybe just stop adding stuff? I like Harry Potter, so I don’t want it to become distorted. 😅 Probably an unpopular opinion. Idk. I had class today, it was boring. (Pt 2) I don’t know how your semester is going, but at this point (bc we’re almost finished) there’s a lot of wasted time. I hate wasting time. My professor only spent 25 minutes on salient content and wasted the rest. Also, he let people present late–I’ll stop.😥 I hope you and your puppy had a nice day. It’s almost time for the SuperCorp centric episode! I’m excited, especially after that sneak peek/extended trailer. Lena has to know imo. She’s made wayyyy to many Knowing comments/looks. 💙 (Part 3 Hmm, I would be a bit disappointed at this point if she didn’t know. She’s way to bright to not know. Do you think she knows? If Maggie figured it out, so should Lena. 😐 Hope you have a fabulous day and night. 💙🌹😊😄 (End) [Hmm, FMK (if you’re okay with fuck, mary, kill or french? Idk. Whatever you’re comfortable with: Kate Foster *cough* too hot, hot damn, Red K! Kara, she’d have a bit of a soft spot for you, Alex Danvers, before the DEO, so she’s more of a party girl/irresponsible). 😄

Hey!! 🌹  I haven’t started reading (shame) but I did write the article I had to for Monday and I’m pretty proud of that because I was really thinking I couldn’t do it, but then I sat down and wrote it in like two hours. My semester ends in june/july so we’re in the middle of it and starting to prepare for the big group project, and I only have two classes, so it’s kind of random for me, not really rushed or anything and I only have the cool classes without much to do, so I feel like I’m not really a student, it’s kind of like when you take like a language class after school. I hate wasting time but more in the sense of I don’t like when there isn’t class because a bunch of people decided to have a party or when the end of the class becomes a filler wasted hour because everyone decided to leave to go drinking. Since my classes are at night, this happens a lot, especially on Friday. Next month I’ll have morning classes on Saturdays, those are the worst.

My immortal is the greatest thing ever written because it’s the worst thing every written. Does that make sense? It’s ridiculous and hilarious and really really bad. So it’s amazing. It’s that thing that I think everyone should read to know what’s the worst thing someone could possibly write, it’s good to have that comparison. and when you write it’s good to have that in your head like ‘this is terrible, but at least it’s not My Immortal’ and then you keep that in mind to not do that, like you work as much as you can to not make another version of it. Yet it’s kind of brilliant because it’s so bad there are articles to this day, actual journalists, people who get paid to write and analyze stuff, debating if it was made on purpose to be the worst thing ever written and if the author is a character herself, or if it’s for real and the girl is just that brain damaged as to have a love triangle between her self-insert and Draco and Harry “Vampire” Potter and at the same time her self-insert with Draco and Satan/Voldemort who is not the same person as Tom Riddle. So it’s kind of epic.

I haven’t read many HP fics, although I did start my fic reading life with them, but I haven’t read anything since my first year of highschool so like 6 years I guess. I do like a good HP AU though. I also don’t like JK making all that shit. I would be happy with just what she was doing with Pottermore, developing the Hogwarts universe and shit. Like eventually release a book of the history of wizards and all, like George RR Martin with ‘A World of Ice and Fire’ she could have written some of the books that are mentioned as the Hogwarts reading throughout the series, or short stories of the Marauders adventures and even their kids adventures like Rick Riordan did with the Demigod Diaries. That would have been better than whatever it is she’s doing.

Lena has to know. Someone finds out, so I really think it’s Lena, there’s only Snapper and Lena to find out now, and Snapper knowing brings nothing to the story, and Lena has scenes at the DEO and with Kara and her trusty sidekick so it’s kind of logical if she does know, not to mention she’s brilliant and close with Kara and Supergirl, which is how Lois Lane finds out in all versions, she’s close with both personas and she just puts things together. Kara is Lena’s best friend (and only friend in the city since no one wants to get close to a Luthor, especially now) and Supergirl is always around saving her and giving her speeches and all shit, so it’d make sense if she knew. she is a genius after all, and she had that alien detector (I think that could come into play) and Kara is a terrible liar. Maggie knowing still rubs me the wrong way, to be honest, to me it reads a bit like an offense to the 79 years of Superman and Super mythology. The glasses aren’t dumb and the glasses are also not the reason why people don’t know, the show was trying to be a bit self-aware and funny and have Maggie be smart and a good detective, but to me the way they did it was wrong and bashing on what Jerry Shuster and Joe Siegel created. They could have made her joke about the glasses with Kara, tease her about it, but just tell Alex that she found out because of Alex’s relationship with Kara/Supergirl.

Lena is someone who could help a lot, the DEO and Kara, by knowing it. I think it could be good for their friendship if she knew, I feel like they both need that friendship, outside of their line of work (and family crap) but not too far from it. And her quips are too good for her not to know, let’s be real here. 

What are your thoughts on this?

She looks SOOOO GOOD in the trailer, I’m… ugh, I love her, she’s so pretty *cries*  also she’s wearing so much blue (in this trailer they are going to the conference and she’s wearing a blue jacket and in the photos of the conference she’s wearing a blue dress) that I’m a little offended no one made a parallel/comparison with her looks and Cat telling Kara to dive. just saying.

oh god, that fmk is hard because none of them are really my type, like personality wise, I’m not really into that whole wild aggression not caring for anything and anyone above feelings kind of thing they all have. I love Kate, like a plus congrats to her parents for making all that but I wouldn’t date her, so definitely fuck. Although we don’t really know much about Kate, so I could be wrong on that, but she’s too… intense in most of the ep so. Party girl! Alex has room for a redemption and getting better so maybe marry, unless I can take away the redK from Kara then it’s definitely Kara to marry. I’m not gonna say I’d kill Alex or Kara, so…. okay. FMK Morgana, Lena and Kate (take that)

Devil puppy and I hope you have a fantastic day or night 💙 (I don’t really have time to get emojis rn, sorry. heart and flower are copied from you *wink*)

#answered asks #💙

[thegrimllama]

poison and wine

@shesamarshmallow and I were throwing out angsty supercorp headcanons and thus, poison and wine was born....

When Lena first found out about Kara and Mike of the Interns, she was confused to say the least.  She was thankful for the confusion she felt when Kara had gushed about their date while they were at lunch, it was just enough to override the icy feeling engulfing her heart.  

She watched the glee in Kara’s eyes as she spoke of Mike, the awkward acknowledgement that maybe Mike was the guy she’d been looking for all along, even after all their late night complaints and giggles about his lack of social skills and etiquette. So she did what any best friend would do in this situation.  She ordered two more coffees, and rang her assistant, Jess, to tell her that she’d be extending her lunch break by at least another hour.  She sat.  She smiled.  She listened to Kara.  Really listened.  She spoke of missing home, missing her family, missing everything familiar that left behind when the Danvers adopted her.  

 Lena’s heart broke a little more, not for herself, not for the ghost of a relationship that might have been, but for Kara.  Kara, who’d lost more than Lena could ever dream of losing.

She gripped Kara’s hand under the table, squeezing it when her friend choked up, giving Kara the strength to help Lena understand why she was suddenly dating someone she’d previously shown no interest in.  

 Lena listened as Kara explained Mike’s ties to her hometown, to her people…  “He’s seen the same stars, from almost the same place.  He’s seen the things my family saw, Lena… He knows what it’s like to have your whole world ripped from your hands and torn apart in front of your eyes.  He knows, Lena… And… I didn’t know I needed that until now.”

Lena smiled, politely joining in, asking questions, trying to wrap her head around what she was hearing.  To be honest, she didn’t even feel guilty when she sent Jess an SOS text, to cut the lunch short.

 Kara looked slightly disappointed, telling Lena that she’d call her that night before bed to discuss the plans for their games night the next day.

Lena smiled and nodded, pressing a kiss to Kara’s warm cheek like she did every other day, and left the cafe, burying her sorrow in an angry phone call with an investor who had spurned her one too many times.  She was not going to cry over a what if.  At least, not in public.  

 She reached her building, storming through L-Corp like a tornado, leaving a wake of whispers and stares as she slammed the elevator button, not one employee daring to share with her while she was radiating this type of energy.

 When the elevator reached the top floor, Jess was waiting by her desk with a fresh cup of coffee and the door to Lena’s office jarred open with her now scuffed Louboutin.   Lena took the coffee and let Jess into the office.  

 “You want to talk about the reason Stella just called up to warn me that Hurricane Lena is on a warpath?”

She sighed and fell heavily onto the couch, patting the seat next to her, “Kara’s dating Mike.”

 “Like… Of the Interns, Mike?”

Jess hissed slightly at Lena’s confirmation, “Apparently they have more in common than Kara first thought and now…”

 “And now?”

Lena put the coffee cup down, “The worst part is… I can’t even fault her for it?  Everything she said… It made absolute sense.  She misses home, her family, her country… And there’s Mike, another refugee, from a city down the road from Kara’s.  He understands…”

 Jess leaned forward, placing her coffee cup on the table, “May I overstep, Ms Luthor?”

Lena’s mouth dropped and she nodded, she needed more than a listening ear right now.  She needed to cry.  So she did.  And now she was going to need to replace Jess’s tear stained shirt.  

 ***

 It was almost nine when Lena looked at the clock, she’d thrown herself into her work, trying to ignore the hollow feeling that had been eating away at her since lunch.  She’d let Jess off early, telling her that neither of them were needed in the office until Tuesday, and that she should take the long weekend to spend with her boyfriend in Metropolis.  Jess, of course, had argued, unsuccessfully, once Lena had booked a first-class flight and sent Jess her boarding pass via internal email.  She noted the three missed calls on her mobile, confirming that all three were from Kara, before sighing.  She’d have to call back.  Before she got the chance, however, a muffled thump sounded from behind her, and a breeze disturbed her papers as her balcony door crept open.

 “You know, most people knock,” she said, spinning her chair until she faced Supergirl, who was leaning against the doorframe.

 “Most people aren’t in the office at nine o’clock at night and screening calls.”

Lena rolled her eyes, “You spoke to Kara?”

Supergirl nodded, “She was worried when she couldn’t reach you.  Asked me to do a fly by.  The usual.”

 “Well, I had just picked up my phone to return her calls when you barged in.”

 “Is it barging in if you leave the door unlocked?” Supergirl asked, a cheeky smirk appearing on her face.  

 “Touché, Super.”  Lena stood up, pushing the chair into the desk and walking out onto the balcony.  Lena leaned over, watching the cars below as the hero rested against the railing beside her.  Lena took a breath, Supergirl and Kara were friends.  Lena and Supergirl… They had a mutual understanding that seemed as though it was definitely heading in that direction.  Lena sighed and looked up, “Have you met him?”

 “Met who?” Supergirl looked slightly confused for a moment.

 “Kara’s boyfriend?”  Lena clamped her mouth shut, the bitterness in her voice completely readable.  She hoped Supergirl missed it.

 “Oh… Mike?”  She missed it.

Lena nodded, glancing upward.  She wasn’t going to show her hand.  She just wanted intel.  “Is he… I just want to know that Kara is one hundred percent sure that this is what she wants.”

She heard Supergirl chuckle, “You’re always looking out for her, aren’t you?  I know Kara appreciates it.  And last I spoke to her, she was very happy with her decision.”

Lena bit back the sob that was sitting on her chest, almost suffocating her, “Good.  I’d better call and make sure she knows that I’m leaving before she sends Alex and the FBI.”

Supergirl nodded, “Have a nice night, Luthor.”  She winked at Lena and pushed off the balcony with a grin.

 “You too, Super,” Lena knew that her whispered reply was heard.

 ****

 The call to Kara had been quick.  A short scolding about staying at work, of course Supergirl had ratted her out, she’d have to have words with the alien about that.  Lena had talked Kara out of the mood that she’d been in, apologising for the missed calls and the search party. (“Supergirl doesn’t count as a search party, Kara.”)

Kara huffed, but agreed, reminding Lena that Games Night started at seven sharp.  

 Which is why Lena now found herself knocking back two fingers of whiskey at half past six on a Saturday.  She’d spent much of the night before drinking straight from the bottle after Kara’s call, passing out at some ungodly hour, only to wake up completely hungover to the sound of Kara’s reminder text.  The rest of the day was spent in a trance, watching trashy daytime television (she could really see how people got addicted to these shows), and eating her way through an entire twelve pack of iced donuts that Alex had sent over, for some unknown reason.  When the box arrived at her door around lunchtime, Lena had sent a text off to Agent Danvers, thanking her, but querying the timing of it.

 The reply was almost instant, Maggie says that donuts are good for the soul and you need them right now.  See you tonight, scotch is on me x

 ***

 Game Night was awful.  Lena had drunk her way through quite a bit of the bottle that Alex had handed her, she was paired with Winn, thanks to Kara and Mike’s announcement.  This wouldn’t have been an issue for Lena.  She was clever.  So was Winn.  They should have had this game in the bag, but there was something bothering Winn.  

She could tell by the way he kept glancing toward the other side of the table.  Toward Kara and Mike.  Great.  This was exactly what Lena needed.  Not only was she being forced to put her own happiness aside, for the sake of her best friend’s, but she now had to watch Winn mooning over Kara as well.  That needed to stop.  She waited until the end of the game.  The only opportunity she’d have was when Maggie and Alex went to order pizza, and Mike and Kara were too busy trying to fuse their lips together to notice their disappearance.  She grabbed Winn’s ear, slapping a hand across his cheek to shush the whining noises.  

 “Bathroom.  Now.”

Winn followed, everything about his body language screaming discomfort.  Lena smirked.  Good.

She shut the door, locking it carefully behind her and pushing Winn down onto the toilet.  

 “What the fuck are you doing?”

Winn looked around, his eyes still slightly glassy from the tequila that he and Maggie had shot earlier.  “What?”

 “You need to stop, Winn.”  She took a breath and tilted her chin, she needed to keep herself in control.  “Kara is happy with Mike.  So you need to get over that little crush of yours and keep it to yourself because I will not stand by and watch you come between Kara and her chance at happiness.”

She looked back, noticing that Winn’s confusion had abated, “You think I’m in love with Kara?”

 “You’re not?”

Winn chuckled, “Oh, Lena… I never stood a chance with Kara, not with you in the picture…”

Lena opened her mouth to protest, but was cut off by Winn, “I’m in love with Mike.  I have been for a while, I just...  I thought…”

Lena sighed.  The universe was a bitch.  She saw the way Winn’s shoulders dropped, and suddenly, his actions throughout the night made a lot more sense.  “You’re… Mike?”  The admission made Lena’s head spin… Of all the things…

She must have looked as faint as she felt, because Winn took her by the shoulders and switched their positions, “Lena?”

Deep breaths… In… Out…

Lena held up her hand, silently asking Winn to give her a minute.  He nodded and stood back while Lena mulled over their current situations.  

Unfortunately for Lena, the silence was broken by a knock at the door and the rattle of the door handle… Winn looked from the door back to Lena, worry painted clearly across his face.

 “Lena?”

Of course, who else would come looking for her?  “Kara… Um…  I’ll be out in a minute…”

 “Have… Look, um… Alex and Maggie are back and we can’t find Winn…”

Winn smacked his forehead, the noise echoing through the bathroom, enough for even Kara to hear, “Uh Lena…?”

She glared at Winn and stamped her bare foot on the tiles before grabbing his face in her hands, and kissing him firmly enough to smudge her lipstick.  There was only one way of getting out of the bathroom without telling Kara about their discussion.  She gave Winn a stern glare, play along if you know what’s good for you, and opened the door.

Lena was a brilliant actress and she was an even better liar, because when Kara raise a curious eyebrow, Lena bit her lip and let out a coy giggle.  She could see the various thoughts flitting across Kara’s features until she just looked stunned, “Oh.”

 “I’m sorry, we…. Uh… got a bit carried away.”

 “Oh… Um… No problem,” Kara replied, her eyes finally landing on Winn, who was furiously trying to wipe Lena’s lipstick from his mouth.  “We… Uh, we were gonna start the next game.”

Lena wasn’t sure if she was projecting, or if Kara was really radiating some kind of discomfort.  She spun Kara around.  “We’re coming, just let me fix my lipstick.”  

Winn waited before Kara was back in the sitting room before dropping his voice, “What the hell was that? I thought you were gay!”

 “Did you want to explain to her that you’re in love with her boyfriend?  Because I’d like my feelings for her to stay exactly what they are… Secret.”

 ***

Can I come over tonight?  

 Lena sighed and dropped her head back onto the arm of the couch.  She hadn’t spoken to Winn since the embarrassing final game, the previous night.  She barely remembered who won, spending majority of her time dodging querying glances from Alex and trying not to be sick every time Kara brought up the idea of a double date.  

She had left along with Maggie and Alex, refusing to meet either woman’s eyes as she waved them off.  The silence had been telling.  Alex knew Lena was hurting.  It was obvious from the pity etched into her forehead, and from the warm hugs that she and Maggie had both wrapped her in.  Lena didn’t want their pity.

As painful as it was right now, Kara had made her decision, and that was all that mattered.

 Lena shook thoughts from the night before out of her head.  She quickly sent an affirmative text along with the request that Winn bring ice cream.

 Twenty minutes and a toasted sandwich later, Lena let Winn into the apartment.  True to his word, Winn came with two pints of ice cream.  He followed her to the couch and handed one of the containers over, “This sucks.”

Lena sighed and passed a spoon to her friend, switching the channel until she found The Great British Bake Off.  “Yeah, but they’re both adults.  And clearly there is something there, because even Supergirl can see it.”  She heard Winn choke beside her and raised an eyebrow, “You okay?”

 “You speak to Supergirl?”

Lena furrowed her brow, questioning Winn’s reaction.  There was a high possibility that if Kara Danvers knew Supergirl’s alias, so did Winn Schott.  She chose her words carefully, knowing that there was a chance that they could get back to the girl of steel, “We’re friends…  I think.  She checks up on me occasionally.”

 “Oh,” Winn gave Lena a tight smile, “Just know…  Kara and Supes… they’re tight…  Besties…”

Lena felt her face drop a little, Kara had never mentioned that before.  It brought up a lot of questions regarding Lena and Kara’s relationship.  Was she just seeing things through rose coloured glasses, or was Kara really as attached as Lena perceived her to be?

 “Should… Should I not talk about that with her?”

 “Who, Supergirl?”

Lena rolled her eyes back towards the television.  For someone so smart, Winn lacked conversational skills, “Yes Winn.  If I were to let slip about us not actually being together to Supergirl, would it get back to Kara?”  “Most definitely.”

 “Okay.  We’ll just need to be a little more careful about it.”

Winn snorted, “We wouldn’t have this issue if you’d kept your mouth to yourself, Luthor.”

She laughed, nudging him with her elbow, “Yeah, well we didn’t have much of a choice.  You could’ve said no to the double date idea.”  She watched Winn.  His face dropped a little.  The thought of watching Kara and Mike together was less than appealing to her as well.

 “I didn’t really think about that.”

 “Clearly.  Now be quiet, I want to see this.”

 ***

 By midnight, Winn and Lena had hit the melancholy stage.  Their discussion had turned towards their feelings, and Lena, not wanting to continue the discussion where anyone could see her face, took Winn’s hand.  He frowned at her, confusion showing in the dimmed light of the television.  “It’s late, come to bed and we’ll talk.  I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

 “Yeah, okay… I’ll cuddle with you, Luthor.”

She flicked him with her spare hand and flicked the light off.  “Keep your filthy hands to yourself, tech monkey.”

 This was a new side to Lena.  She wasn’t sure where it was coming from, but she was going to attribute it to Winn’s open and affectionate attitude.  Kara, Jess and, on occasion Supergirl, were her only confidants.  Adding another to the mix would only be good for Lena in the long run.  She noted that Winn was very much like Kara in a way.  They were both very open, honest people.  She found herself chuckling at the groan Winn let out when he dropped onto her mattress.  

 “How do you ever get out of bed?”

 “I have a company to run, Winn.  I don’t have time to laze in bed all day.  Now get off my side.”

He rolled over to the other side of the bed, “You know, you’re not as bad as I thought you’d be… No offense.”

Lena flicked the lamps of, using the city lights to navigate her way to the bed, “None taken, I guess?”

 “Seriously Lena.  I want to apologise.  When Kara told me that you guys were hanging out… I was really worried.  Her connections with Supergirl… Your last name…  I was worried.”

She let out a dry chuckle, and squeezed his hand, silently thanking him for the honesty, “I can understand that.  At first, I was worried about Kara’s motives too… She’s a reporter.  I’m a Luthor, a business woman, I have a lot to lose… I wasn’t sure that someone could be that… that perfect.”

She heard Winn laugh lightly, “Yeah, Kara is pretty special… I crushed on her pretty hard when we first met…”

 “I’m pretty sure everyone has at some stage…  She’s magnetic.”

 “And hot…”  Lena snorted, “Anyway… I’m telling a story… Shush…”

 “Sorry.”  She felt Winn roll onto his back and glanced over at his profile.

 “So I actually got over that when she confronted me about it… I stupidly started rambling about how relieved I was that she was gay…”

Lena laughed, she knew how defensive Kara got about her sexuality.  “How’d that go down…?”

Winn cleared his throat and attempted to mimic Kara’s voice, “Winn!  I’m not gay!”

They dissolved into giggles, both at Winn’s voice, and Kara’s reaction.  “She was so offended when I assumed she was straight,” Lena said, gasping the words out between laughs.

Winn finally controlled his laughter enough to reply, “Oh my God, she was!

Lena propped herself up on her elbow, squinting at Winn’s face, “She told you?”

 “Yeah, that night,” he laughed.  “It was game night and she was so pouty and just says out of nowhere, “Lena called me straight.”.”  Lena dropped back onto her pillow and groaned as Winn continued, “Maggie was so confused, she was like… You mean… Little Danvers isn’t straight? And Kara, sweet baby Kara snaps back with, Bye bye bye is my favourite song for a reason, Maggie, and it’s not for JTs vocals…”

 “Oh my God, what a dork.”

 Winn silenced for a moment, he was clearly deep in thought.  Lena squeezed his hand, “Tell me about Mike?  I’ve only ever heard Kara complain about him before they got together…”

Winn sighed, “Yeah, they didn’t get along well at first.  They clashed.  Mike… He’s very… Very stuck in his ways.  So one night, I took him out, and we… kinda bonded?  He got me completely trashed on some foreign alcohol, and then bailed me out at work the next day.  So I offered to help him out… To learn a little about how we behave around other people, how to speak properly, without using a formal dialect.  He was open to the idea, so we started hanging out.”  Lena watched Winn, his face turned to the windows, and knew he was hurting.  He didn’t deserve this.  Not if it was anything like the pain Lena was feeling.  “At first, it was one or two nights a week.  Just hanging out, watching movies… then it gradually turned into three, four… six nights a week, cuddling on the couch, talking about our day and watching trashy tv.”

Lena reached over, she knew what Winn needed right now was contact.  So she nudged his arm up, tucking her face into his neck, curling an arm around his waist.  It had been a long time since Lena had cuddled with a man, but she knew he needed it.  And to be honest, she did too.  It had been nearly a week since she and Kara had a girl’s night, and she was craving the proximity to another human.  Winn wasn’t as hard as Kara.  Kara was all solid and lean muscle, whereas Winn was slightly more soft, not that she’d ever say that out loud.  She still had no idea when Kara found time to go to the gym for long enough to keep her body in such pristine condition considering the amount of food she went through on a daily basis.

 She felt Winn’s arm tighten around her shoulders, a sniffle breaking the silence of the room, “I’m glad we’ve got each other, Lena.”

 “Me too, Winn.  Me too.”

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