#kara pent

[mother-ofthe-universedraws]

Stan joined a Biker Crew lead by Jimmy Snakes while homeless. I decided make some OC’s to fill in the rest of their crew! You’ll see them in fics of mine, and also some fics of my pal, @eeveelotions

Information about everyone under the cut!

Tw: Violence, brief mentions of racism, homophobia, and transphobia, mentions of suicide, suicide attempt, and domestic violence/abuse, brief mentions of drug abuse

In the Uni Verse, Jimmy Snakes made his deal with a demon at only eight years old. His father got drunk one night and tried to kill both him and his mother. Jimmy got shot, his mother was killed, and his father shot himself soon after. Jim, however, made a deal with a snake demon; He would not only survive getting shot, but he would be given minor demonic powers, in exchange for his patrons demon getting to eat Jim’s soul once he died. Jimmy founded The Flaming Serpents when he met the Pent siblings when he was twenty-two.

Jimmy Snakes is not a nice person in the Uni Verse. He protects his crew and loves them like family, but he’s also super toxic and manipulative towards all of them. He is incredibly selfish and lacks compassion. But he’s powerful, protective, and gives his crew shelter and security; something they probably wouldn’t have otherwise. Everyone in the gang has felt some kind of persecution for who they are as a person, but under Jimmy, nobody can actually stop them from being themselves. There isn’t much somebody can do against you when your gang leader has the powers of a demon.

Stan is the latest member of the gang. Jimmy found him hanging out by a bridge that had been abandoned mid-construction in Flaming Serpent territory. Stanley had recently faced a trauma on the anniversary of him getting kicked out that he didn’t know how to deal with, and he was planning on ending his life. Jimmy thought that Stan was a scout for a rival gang at first and attacked him, but Stan quickly explained his intentions for why he was on the bridge, and Jim left him to his own business, but not before giving him a pen and a notepad, instructing Stan to leave a note to his family, and promising to be back in the morning to collect Stan’s body. After writing a note to Ford, Stan decided not to go through with the suicide.

Jim finds Stan at a diner the next morning, and has a conversation with him, surprised that he didn’t go through with the suicide. He spends the day hanging out with Stan, and, after being impressed by the kids quick wit and sticky fingers, offers Stan a spot in the Flaming Serpents. Stan quickly becomes friends with Alphonse, Luca, Petra, and Jorden, who treat him like family. He tries to avoid James and Kara for reasons I will cover later, and George hates people too much for any kind of friendship to be established.

Stan and Jimmy eventually end up dating, and the relationship is super toxic, with Jimmy gradually becoming more and more abusive. It isn’t good. Jim’s hella possessive, and sees everyone as competition, which leads to him attempting to isolate Stan from his friends. The two fight a lot, mostly over Stan being secretive about himself, or Jim not respecting Stan’s boundaries.

If you’ve seen my Felony Squad content you’ll know of Alphonse LeCult. He actually met Stan from the gang, before the formation of the Felony Squad a few years later. Alphonse is a himbo with a lot of energy, has ADHD, and a Special Interest in pharmacy. He’s been interested in the topic since he was five years old, and would often toddle himself off to the library while his dad was working and read everything about drug and pill production that he could get his hands on. His librarian would let him hide behind her desk so that he could read the books from the Whites section, back before the Civil Rights act was amended. When he was ten his father re-married, and Al gained his older step-brother, Hector. The two became super close, and still are. Al tried to study pharmaceuticals in college, but a combination of racism and homophobia directed towards him by peers and teachers alike lead to him dropping out. He joined the Flaming Serpents when he saw Petra shoplifting pills, and ended up giving her a long, LONG explanation on why she should be stealing a different brand over the one she was trying to take. Al became the regular pill collector for the gang, and they also make use of the fact that his brother is a lawyer, though Hector isn’t too sure about how much he likes his little brothers friends. Al ends up developing a serious crush on Stan, but keeps it under wraps cause Jim would probably murder him if he knew.

If you’ve seen my Felony Squad content you’ll know of Alphonse LeCult. He actually met Stan from the gang, before the formation of the Felony Squad a few years later. Alphonse is a himbo with a lot of energy, has ADHD, and a Special Interest in pharmacy. He’s been interested in the topic since he was five years old, and would often toddle himself off to the library while his dad was working and read everything about drug and pill production that he could get his hands on. His librarian would let him hide behind her desk so that he could read the books from the Whites section, back before the Civil Rights act was amended. When he was ten his father re-married, and Al gained his older step-brother, Hector. The two became super close, and still are. Al tried to study pharmaceuticals in college, but a combination of racism and homophobia directed towards him by peers and teachers alike lead to him dropping out. He joined the Flaming Serpents when he saw Petra shoplifting pills, and ended up giving her a long, LONG explanation on why she should be stealing a different brand over the one she was trying to take. Al became the regular pill collector for the gang, and they also make use of the fact that his brother is a lawyer, though Hector isn’t too sure about how much he likes his little brothers friends. Al ends up developing a serious crush on Stan, but keeps it under wraps cause Jim would probably murder him if he knew.

Luca is the resident Car Guy. He rides a Chevy rather than a motorbike, and the crew uses his car to transport essential items and such. Luca grew up on the streets of New York City, and developed thick skin and an intolerance for nonsense. He’s a grumpy asshole with a heart of gold, and is often described as a grumpy elderly WW1 veteran placed in the body of a short, stalky 22 year old New Yorker. Jimmy found him trying to steal parts of Kara’s motorbike. He suggested he put the parts back so that she won’t murder him, but offered him a spot in the gang for his mechanical know-how. He is still Kara’s least favorite gang member. His diet consist exclusively of meat, soda, and whiskey. Won’t eat a vegetable to save his life. If you dislike the Yankees (or like the Red Socks) you’re dead to him

Petra is bubbly, friendly, and kind; a sweetheart and a social butterfly. She will also murder you quickly and efficiently and nobody will ever find the body if you give her a reason. She looks like a cinnamon role, but actually can kill you. She joined the gang when Jim saw her take three men (all much more muscular than her) in a knife fight and win. She has complicated relations with her family. They’re still in touch, and they still consider her their own, but they’re not exactly supportive of who she is. She’ll call them on holidays, and is still invited to the pilgrimage her family takes every five or so years. They love her, but they still haven’t accepted her transition. She loves them, but she can’t be around them for too long without feeling dysmorphic and heavily uncomfortable. They do treat her friends well, and are supportive of her relationship with Jorden, (even if they don’t tend to use Jorden’s correct pronouns when referring to them). Both Petra and Stan are the only members of the gang who still practice some traditions from the religion they where raised under, even if they’re both not big on faith as a whole. Petra is widely regarded as the kindest member of the gang. She’s clever and always willing to lend a hand to her friends.

Those who meet Jorden instantly think they’re high on something. Jorden isn’t high on anything, they just have the personality of a five year old who snorts pixie sticks for a living. They have no sense of fashion at all, and likes to dress in the tackiest, most gaudy shit they can find in thrift stores. Like Petra, Jorden is also in contact with their family, though the relationship is a lot more rocky. They show up to Scott family reunions out of a sense of obligation, though they much rather be somewhere they don’t have to listen to their families racist and homophobic chatter. They once tried bringing Petra with them to a reunion for comfort and it went about as well as you think it would. Jorden technically isn’t even welcome in the household; soon as the reunions are over, they get the boot again. Jorden was kicked out of the house after graduating high school, and was mostly on their own. They stole a motorbike from a car lot, and used it to steal other things and make quick get-a-ways. They aren’t sneaky about their thievery, but has good perfect target instincts. They where invited into the gang after Jimmy saw their skills on a moterbike, and they started dating Petra not long after.

If violence was a person, it would be Kara Pent. She’s spent years getting as big as she possibly could so that she can beat the shit out of whoever she wanted. She loves beating up others more than anything, and only takes instructions on who or who not to hurt from Jimmy, and occasionally her brother. She abuses any drug that will help her build muscle, and takes immense satisfaction with how intimidating she is. If she decides to fuck you up, you won’t stand a chance. Nobody in the gang knows why Kara is this way but her brother and Jimmy, and nobody knows why she swore her loyalty to him. She wants to be the kind of fighter that nobody can beat, and she is very much nearly there.

George is there because his sister is there. And that is pretty much it. He hates people; his ideal life would be one of absolute solitude and silence. He minds his own business, and never interferes with anything unless instructed to by Jimmy or sometimes his sister. If something is happening to you, he will not help you. He won’t make things worse either, however. He is neutral to all conflicts, and prefers isolation. He doesn’t like it when people talk to him. If you try talking to him, he’ll respond so harshly you will cry. And he always somehow knows exactly which words to use to make his victim cry. There are no exceptions. The only people allowed to say things to him are Kara or Jimmy, and the only exception to his rule is if somebody is giving instructions to him. He doesn’t want to get to know anyone, and he doesn’t want them to get to know him. Every bit of information about him he keeps to himself. He won’t even eat in front of others, less they find out his favorite food.

James has been fired from several jobs, all of them on sexual harassment charges. He’s a pervert and a creep, and doesn’t seem to be ashamed of this fact. He harasses anyone and everyone he meets, with the acceptation of Jimmy and Kara. He will also do literally anything for money, which the crew takes full advantage of, usually as revenge for him being a creep. James does have a few redeeming qualities. He’s got a good work ethic, and is protective of his gang, even if he is shitty to them. He’s good at getting dirt on others; and was welcomed into the gang by Jimmy after he saw James blackmail and extort the hell out of several rich people.

#gravity falls #gravity falls original characters #gravity falls ocs #the flaming serpents #jimmy snakes #stanley pines #stan pines #biker stan #biker gang #alphonse lecult #luca primor #petra nadir #jorden scott #kara pent #george pent #james orman

[autisticlenaluthor]

in season 2, before one of lena’s galas that she knows will be a gang target, supergirl asks her “you like to take risks. when corbin was after you, and now this. why?”

lena’s reckless. we all know that. and on some level, she must believe she’s indestructible or that because she always makes it out alive, she’ll make it out again. plus it’s for a good cause, it always is.

so she tells supergirl that you can’t spend your life living in fear, expecting her to understand.

looking at lena’s character, it isn’t shocking that she would have passive suicidality. but rewatching the show, it’s surprising how brazen she is with it- how she expects everyone around her to see things the same way (because at a certain point, nobody around her would’ve cared if she lived or died)

in season 1, kara is seen punching walls and destroying cars in the DEO. she burns a hologram of her mother down with her heat vision, she snaps at cat grant, and actually expresses her pent up rage

lena, on the other hand, is so calm and collected. she seems as well adjusted as anyone could be in her shoes.

except she keeps facing off with death in a way that no healthy person would ever do. lena may not want to die, but she is not someone who wants to keep living

#supergirl #lena luthor #analysis #i know this isn’t a new take or anything but i’m having thoughts about her character

[fyonahmacnally]

Eight Years Ago, Cambridge, MA…

Stormy blue meets turbulent green. Palpable tension crackles in the air as things escalate faster than usual. Pent up anger and resentment boil over like a volcanic eruption of past transgressions never spoken. They hurl sharpened words at one another, daggers cutting through the fragile skin of the relationship they’ve forged for four years. It’s been building, both of them know it has, each stewing in the silent hurricane of thoughts swirling inside them. It was an inevitable train wreck set on course six months ago when Lena decided to stay in Cambridge instead moving to National City with Kara as planned. 

Four years at MIT together, two as best friends, two as lovers and living together. They talk about everything. At least that’s what Kara thought until that moment six months ago when Lena dropped her bombshell. Now, they’re standing in the middle of their apartment screaming at one another like they’re sworn enemies instead of longtime lovers. Each of them tossing insults and barbs at one another with complete abandon. Sharing spiteful disdain in the way they used to share I love you’s. 

Neither of them stop to think about what they are saying or the damage they are causing. It’s heated. It’s cruel. Everything is going down in flames and neither of them seem to care. Kara yells about Lena’s horrendous family and how she’s behaving just like them. Lena screams about Kara’s naivete and obliviousness. They cut one another to the bone with words neither of them ever thought they’d speak to each other. It’s an emotional bloodbath drowning the remnants of their relationship in the dripping, viscous venom spewing from their lips.

Eventually, the room is silent. The only sound is the heaving breath of the two women glaring at one another, tears falling. It’s a moment frozen in time, one that neither of them will ever forget. 

It’s Kara who finally storms out. Since she’s finished packing all her things for the move anyway, she reasons that getting an early start on her drive will get her to National City faster. Plus, she desperately needs to get away from the demise of her relationship. Her once homey and warm apartment feels cold and foreign. The woman in front of her is suddenly a stranger. Her heart is decimated, shattered into a million pieces. She thought for sure Lena was it for her. Her other half, her person. Apparently not. Everything they’ve built lies broken and dead at her feet as she grabs her final piece of luggage. 

Dragging the bag behind her, she pauses at the door. Hanging her head as tears glide across her skin, she whispers, “I will always love you. I just thought you felt the same.” Taking a deep breath, she straightens her back and opens the door. She keeps her eyes forward and her jaw set. If she looks back now, she’ll change her mind and it’s too late for that.

Lena stares at the closed door, her mouth hanging open, arms wrapped tightly around herself, and tears streaming from her eyes. She has no doubt she just made the biggest mistake of her life, but she’s frozen in place. Everything happened so fast, it’s a blur. She’s utterly confused as to how she has managed to destroy the longest, healthiest relationship she’s ever had. She’s staying at MIT to get her doctorate, but had no intention of breaking things off with Kara. In her mind, they’d make it work. They always said they were stronger together and could tackle anything as long as they had each other. Sure, she probably should have spoken to her girlfriend when she applied to the PhD program, but her anxiety got the best of her and she waited until everything was in place. 

Now, here she stands watching the love of her life walk away. She’s paralyzed, stuck in the spot where her life fell apart. Her eyes seem to suddenly refocus and time speeds back up. Unsure of how much time has passed, she is suddenly hit with the reality of what just happened and bolts out the door. Kara. She has to catch Kara. Just as she rushes out the front of the building and onto the sidewalk, she can see the taillights fading from sight. Her whole world just drove away in a moving truck. Without her. Her body acts before her mind does, she runs back up the stairs. Swinging the door to the apartment open, she snatches her phone up to call Kara. Voicemail. She calls again. Same thing. 

And so it goes for hours, then days, then weeks. Lena even tries to call Alex, to no avail. It’s the same silence. Eventually, she resigns herself to the fact she fucked up and she has to live with it. When three months turns to six and six into twelve, she finally puts the pictures away. She lost her chance at happiness and love. Now she needs to put all of her focus and energy into school. It’s the only thing that gets her through the rest of her masters and PhD programs. 

Present Day, New York City…

Six more years in school and two degrees later, Lena has moved forward in her life. Well, as much as she can. She hasn’t had any real relationship to speak of since she and Kara split up. A few flings and one night stands, but nothing serious. It’s hard when she hasn’t stopped loving the bubbly blonde that stole her heart all those years ago. Deep down, she knows she’ll never love anyone the way she did…does Kara. 

Her Kara. Or she used to be.

It’s been two years since she began working for Spheerical Tech & Pharmaceuticals as their head of research and development. It’s grueling and exhausting. Not that it matters because she doesn’t have a life outside of work. She spends half her time in New York in her lab and the other half split between Cambridge and National City with occasional trips to London. She visits each of their lab sites at least once a year, sometimes more. Most of the time she volunteers for the trips. Besides, no one is at home to miss her. Not even a pet. No one is around to call before she goes to bed. It’s pretty sad when she really thinks about it. 

When her boss and longtime friend, Jack, first mentioned needing her to manage the National City lab, she was hesitant. She didn’t want to risk running into Kara at all. Sure, it’s a large, populated city and the odds are slim, but Kara doesn’t need her showing up and ruining the life she has now. She knows her ex-girlfriend made a name for herself and became a well-respected investigative and scientific tech journalist. The woman is absolutely one of the best and most accomplished journalists of their generation. In fact, Lena has every article the blonde has ever published. Further, unbeknownst to Kara, Lena was there when she won her first Pulitzer three years ago. She stayed in the back of the crowd and left before anyone knew she was ever there. 

Even now, eight years later, Kara is never far from her mind. Of course, she stopped calling Kara years ago, she has no idea if she even has the same number anymore. Lena kept hers, the same number all these years. Kara will probably never use it. She hasn’t yet, but at least it’s there if she ever tries. 

She has always genuinely wanted Kara to be happy. No matter what it looks like, that’s what she wants for her. Even after all this time, the one thing Lena held onto, the one thing she does every year, is send an email on the anniversary of their first date. She has no idea if Kara reads them since she has never responded, but she still sends them. Never any words. Always just a simple heart emoji. Nothing else.

It’s why she’s thinking about their fight and the demise of their relationship right now. There’s roughly three months until the anniversary of their first date. Ten years ago, they went on their first date. A long, wistful sigh escapes her lips. They met at the station across from campus in Cambridge and took the train to Boston to spend the day. She remembers when their eyes met across the terminal, there was an eruption of butterflies in her belly. It was as if she could finally breathe. What she wouldn’t give to see those cerulean eyes again. 

That’s when she gets an idea. Probably the worst one she’s had since she let Kara walk out the apartment door. It’s probably fruitless. She’s pretty sure Kara has long since forgotten her, especially after the hurt she caused. But, what if, after all this time, Kara still feels the same? 

One more time and then she’ll give up. For good.

Present Day, National City…

Kara is having a shit day. She spilled coffee on her favorite shirt, broke her favorite pen, and missed her first deadline in years. Then, Alex canceled sister’s night because of some emergency at the hospital. And fine, she gets it, Alex is a doctor, blah blah blah. Still doesn’t mean she has to be okay with it. Needless to say, she’s ready to go home to curl up with her favorite show and some ice cream. If she could leave right now she’d pack up and be gone in an instant. Unfortunately, she still has three more hours left. She sighs an exasperated sigh and drops her forehead onto her desk. 

It’s moments like this when she thinks about Lena. Her ex-girlfriend had a way with brightening the worst of her days. Their nights together, the fun they had, the uninhibited comfort her presence provided. She hasn’t found that comfort in anyone since. The closeness and trust the two of them had was something she’s sure she’ll never have again. She’s tried, she really has. Several times over the years, with men and women alike. No one ever compares to the woman she reluctantly admits she still loves. 

There are so many things about their last fight she wishes she could take back. So many things she regrets. It still makes her cringe when she thinks about the spiteful things she said to Lena and the hurt she saw in her favorite green eyes. The biggest regret from that day is walking away without talking things out. She knows neither of them behaved very rationally the last six months of their relationship. It eventually culminated in their massive blow-up followed by their sudden break-up. Unfortunately, it isn’t something she can take back or undo.

Actually, scratch that, her biggest regret from back then is ignoring Lena’s calls and letting Alex talk her into blocking her number. There have been so many times over the years when she wanted to reach out, to hear that smooth, saccharine voice again. It seems there’s a little voice in her head always preventing her from doing it. The nagging little voice repeats things like ‘you deserve better than her’ and ‘she doesn’t care or think about you anymore’. The voice sounds an awful lot like Alex. As much as she loves her sister, her overprotective actions probably cost her any chance at reconciliation. Given how long it’s been, she’s almost certain of it. 

She puffs out a frustrated breath. This happens every single time she thinks about Lena. She remembers the chance she could have taken, the window of time in which she might have been able to fix things. Now, there’s no way, it’s too late. Her eyes close briefly before she lifts her head up from her desk. Blue eyes settle on the phone sitting next to her keyboard and her lips twitch upward in a wistful smile. 

Pulling the device toward her, she navigates to the one file she keeps locked and protected. It’s an obscure folder with a few pictures of her and Lena. Her finger swipes through the pictures and her eyes tear up before she quickly closes it. She navigates to her contacts where her weepy eyes scan over the place where Lena’s phone number still sits. Seven numbers and her favorite name casually staring up at her. A combination of letters and numbers she could never get rid of. 

A shaky hand makes its way to her glasses, pulling them off to wipe away the errant tears that managed to escape. Her mind wanders again. Would the number still work if she tried to call? Probably not. Surely Lena changed her number and moved on, right? She’s intelligent, successful, and a goddess of a woman. The amount of people likely knocking on her door for dates is innumerable. Certainly more options than Kara has.

She leans back in her chair with her head tilted toward the ceiling and runs her hands down her face. Silently chastising herself for letting her mind drift, it doesn’t do any good to think about it. Not anymore. She doesn’t even know where Lena lives or what she’s doing. Last she heard, Lena is an executive with Spheerical. Possibly one of the chief executives? One thing she’s sure of, Lena gets photographed in New York and London several times a year. So, she could live in either place for all Kara knows.

Kara is very aware there’s a branch of the company here in National City as well. It’s a building she passes almost every day. She’s fairly certain she would know if the beautiful genius was living in her city. There’s no way they wouldn’t have at least been in the same places. Given her work in science and technology for CatCo and Lena’s involvement in research and development, Kara would know. RIght? In fact, she’s interviewed a few of the staff scientists at the National City branch. If Lena was working there, she’d know. Wouldn’t she? 

Another deep sigh forces itself out of her throat as she shakes her head. It’s a motion made in a futile attempt to remove any thoughts of her lost love from her mind. At this rate, it won’t ever happen. She’s doomed to carry her love for Lena to her grave. It’s been eight years and her heart still skips a beat when she sees a raven-haired woman resembling her ex-girlfriend. Her chest still aches when she looks at pictures or sifts through her memories. Her brain still runs what if scenarios for any possible conversation they might have should they ever meet again.

While she knows it’s unlikely, she can’t help but think about the possibility Lena might still love her too. She’s sure it’s a false hope, but what if? It’s crossed her mind countless times. Honestly, she’s surprised Lena didn’t reach out via email when her calls didn’t go through. It’s one of the reasons she’s so sure her ex has moved on. The Lena she knew would have exhausted all avenues. Maybe she should try to text her old number. If it’s someone else’s number, then at least she’d know. 

She really needs to talk to Alex. Her sister is the only one that can talk her out of doing something rash.

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Lena glares at the blinking cursor in front of her. She spent the better part of two months convincing Jack she needs to be in National City for the month of October. He was skeptical at first, but she managed to backlog enough work to justify it. Instincts tell her Jack still doesn’t believe her, but she’s here and got her way. That’s what matters at this point. 

Now, here she sits inside her office at Spheerical, a few scant blocks from CatCo. The thought makes her stomach do somersaults, knowing how close she currently is to Kara. A long sigh presses between her lips as she continues to stare at her screen. The email in front of her has been written and rewritten so many times she lost count. Her anxiety is at peak levels and she still isn’t sure this is a good idea. But really, what does she have to lose at this point? Her dignity and pride walked out the apartment door with Kara eight years ago. 

A shaky breath billows from her mouth as she drops her head into her hands. She’s been working on this email for two weeks. Well, longer if she counts the amount of time she spent drafting it in her head. In truth, it began to form almost three months ago when she was thinking about the blonde goddess living rent free in her mind. Again, it’s probably the worst idea she’s had since that fateful day. The day Lena turned her entire world upside down. 

She chuckles and shakes her head, resting her hands back on her desk. “Come on, Lena. It’s no big deal. You’re just asking the woman you haven’t spoken to in eight years to meet you at a park.” Another humorless laugh leaves her throat as she realizes she’s talking to herself. “I’ve resorted to giving myself verbal pep talks now. I mean, I guess that goes along with the insanity of trying to convince my ex-girlfriend to meet with me seemingly out of the blue. On the anniversary of our first date, no less. What have I become?”

Her finger lands on the backspace key as she starts the email again for the umpteenth time. It’s her final hail mary. Her last attempt at connecting with the woman that still owns her heart. Some part of her desperately hopes Kara will show up and they can, at the very least, talk things out and get the closure they never had. Her heart wants Kara to feel the same way she does. She wants a second chance, but she’s a realist. The odds of that are slim to none. Her rational side and the little voice in her head sounding eerily similar to Lillian’s, says her chance has passed and there isn’t anything she can do to change it. 

But, there’s a tiny little kernel of hope holding out. That’s what she’s holding onto. 

“Alright, Luthor. You have to get your shit together. Tomorrow is the day so it’s now or never.” She reads over the email one final time before scheduling it to send at midnight or 12:01 a.m to be exact. October 16th - the anniversary of their first date. She sighs and hopes for the best. Nothing about this goes beyond her usual one email per year. This one just has words attached to it. A simple request really. She’s not anxious about it at all. 

Not. One. Bit.

Her office suddenly feels too small and too quiet. With her thoughts racing at jet speed inside her skull, she bolts from her desk and makes her way down to the labs. Her brain needs a distraction or she’s going to have a panic attack and change her mind. Changing her mind is the last thing she wants. She’s loved Kara for ten years. The woman owns her heart, something that will likely never change.

So, she needs to distract herself for the next two days and hope the blonde shows up tomorrow evening. What could go wrong?

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October 16th - the day Kara dreads every year. The anniversary of their first date. One would think after all these years, she wouldn’t remember it or care, but she does. She remembers everything and always has. The first three years were hard. She took off work and shut the world out. After those rough years, it kind of got better. Now, she does the best she can. Sometimes, she leaves early and spends the day with her favorite movie and ice cream. This year is shaping up to be one of those years. She has to take care of a few things this morning, but there is a pint of Ben & Jerry’s calling her name. She’ll be on her couch and stuffing her face with some Moose Tracks by 3:00 p.m. 

Most of her day is uneventful. She even manages to get through it without scrolling through her folder of old pictures. Well, more than a few times. It counts. It was less than last year, give her a break. Lena is beautiful, amazing, and a goddess on Earth. No one can blame her for reminiscing on how it felt to hold her and just bask in her presence. The feeling of soft pale skin against her own…

A long, frustrated sigh followed by a growl of irritation crawls from her throat. Now is certainly not the time to be thinking about Lena’s skin against hers. Not to mention all the other very vivid and inconvenient images running rampant in her mind. Kara wearily shakes her head in an futile attempt at erasing the memories flashing across her mind’s eye. This happens every year on this day. She combs through the memories of the two years they spent as lovers, even the two years they were friends beforehand are filled with moments imprinted on her skin.

Another glance at the clock on the wall across the bullpen tells her she still has another hour before she can safely leave without causing any eyebrows to raise. She decides to plunge herself into some research she has to do for an upcoming piece on Spheerical. Fortunately, she gets lost in the details and the next time she looks up, it’s time to head out to lunch and then to her couch. 

Just as she’s walking out of the building, her phone vibrates. A big smile stretches across her face when she sees Alex calling. “Hey, Alex!” She hurries across the sidewalk and across the road, dodging people as she goes. “Perfect timing. I’m just heading to Noonan’s to grab lunch. Are you still coming over later for sister’s night?”

“Yes, dork. Don’t we always spend this night together?” Alex huffs, rolling her eyes at her sister. “I’m leaving the hospital now, but I have to go by my apartment first. Do you need me to bring anything?”

Kara hums in thought, pausing outside the entrance to Noonan’s before shaking her head. “Nah. I have ice cream and snacks already. Just bring whatever alcohol you want if you plan to drink. You know I only have the fruity stuff.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you in an hour or so.” Alex says, a smile evident in her voice. “Love you, dork.”

Chuckling, Kara shakes her head and smiles. “Be careful. Love you, too.” She ends the call and steps inside, still laughing at her sister’s antics. 

After deciding to eat her lunch on a park bench, she catches the bus home. Happy to finally be away from CatCo and the stresses of work, her mind drifts to Lena again. The last couple of years, her mind has conjured images of what their lives would be like if they were still together. Marriage, a house, and sometimes a baby. It’s not always the same, but they’re always married. Something Kara always thought would happen once they graduated and got settled in National City. 

She’s shaken out of her daydreams by the subtle stop of the bus and people around her standing. A sorrowful sigh releases as she stands to exit as well. Her mind seems to enjoy torturing her with things she can’t have, made worse this day every year. As she steps off the bus, she spots her sister standing in front of her building and a smile replaces the frown she’s sure was there.

The two sisters make their way up the stairs and into Kara’s loft. They settle in to watch the movie they always watch on this day, Hocus Pocus. By the time they finish watching the movie and polish off their ice cream, it’s nearing dinner time. Alex orders pizza and potstickers and they snuggle back into the couch to wait, a random show playing in the background. 

Alex eyes Kara carefully, brown eyes scanning her sister’s face. She can see the pain and sadness in the normally sparkling sapphire eyes. Instead of pushing the blonde to talk, she watches and waits, knowing Kara will eventually open up to her. It usually takes a few minutes, but she knows her sister will start spilling her feelings.

“I really miss her, Alex.” Kara says, tears welling in her stormy blue eyes. “Some days it feels like everything just happened. It feels so raw and so fresh. No matter how hard I try, I can’t stop loving her. My heart won’t let me. No matter how much convincing my mind does, my heart won’t let her go.” Two glittering tears slither between her eyelids and drip onto her shirt.

The redhead sighs, slides her arms around her younger sister, and pulls her close. “I know, kiddo. I wish there was something I could say or do to make it easier for you.” She rests her head on top of Kara’s as they sit in silence for a few minutes. Their bubble bursts when there is a knock on the door. “That’s probably the food, I’ll get it.”

Alex bounds over to the door while Kara leans back on the couch, head resting against the cushion and face pointed to the ceiling. She wipes away the now drying tears, willing the rest to stop their descent down her cheeks. Her body remains still even after Alex drops the food onto the table. When she finally looks down, it’s to check the time on her watch. 6:43 p.m. 

“We’d been on our date for about an hour by now. It was one of the best nights of my life, Alex. We walked through the park, the leaves changing all around us, and the sun going down. Each of us had a cup of hot chocolate in one hand while holding hands with the other.” Kara wistfully smiles as she remembers how she felt. “It was almost magical, we talked just like we always did, but it was…more. It was like we connected on a new level, like something clicked into place. Like…coming home.”

She looks up at Alex, tears streaming down her face, bottom lip trembling. “Why does it still hurt so much? I’ve spent the last eight years feeling like part of me is missing. Why won’t it stop?” An anguished look twists Alex’s face as she pulls her baby sister back into her arms. They sit and silently rock, waiting for Kara’s tears to subside.

--

Lena takes a deep breath as she sits on the park bench just inside the park. She twists the key and keychain in her hand with a smile. It’s the only thing she still has that was Kara’s. It’s a dorky keychain she bought the blonde on their first date. A pewter medallion with her name engraved across the front and the Boston skyline behind it. It’s not worth anything, but it’s one of her most prized possessions. Kara’s apartment key is still attached to it along with a woven bracelet. After the blonde walked out that day, Lena saw it laying on the counter and hasn’t parted with it since. She keeps it in her pocket and has it on her everyday. 

Glancing at her watch, she starts to feel a sense of dread bubble in the bottom of her stomach. It’s pushing 7:30 now and she asked Kara to meet her here at 7:00. She told herself she wouldn’t wait longer than an hour. Knowing the reporter for four years and living with her for two, she knows her ex-girlfriend can lose track of time. Lena’s hands continue to fidget with the keychain, running the pad of her fingers across the raised letters. Verdant eyes watch countless couples and kids pass by, but none of them are the figure she so desperately wants to see. 

A trembling sigh rushes across her now chapped lips, she can feel the stinging of tears in her eyes so she bites her cheek to stop them from falling. A glance at her phone shows she’s been here for much longer than the self-allotted time frame. Her watch face mocks her with a time of 8:07 p.m. Still no sign of Kara. Lena glances around one more time to make sure she didn’t overlook anything as she checks her phone to make sure she did say 7:00 p.m. in her email. Knots continue to tie themselves together in her stomach. 

She decides she can wait just a little longer.

So she does. She sits stoically on the bench, fidgeting with a relic from a relationship that ended almost a decade ago. A relationship that will officially be dead and buried after tonight. Unless a miracle happens and Kara appears in front of her, it’s pretty evident that her hope was for naught. The woman that holds her heart released it long ago. She’s doomed to love someone who doesn’t love her back.

At 8:32 p.m. on October 16th, Kara Danvers broke her heart for the first and last time. She broke her own heart eight years ago, it only seems fitting that it’s irreparably shattered by the woman that will own it for eternity. 

Gathering the strength to stand from the bench is a lot harder than she anticipates. Lena ends up having to pause before she can finally stand to walk back to her car. She does manage to keep the tears at bay until she reaches the car and is safely inside. That’s when she releases the sob that has been building in her gut for hours. The sounds and tears coming from her body are louder and heavier than anything she’s experienced in her life. With the trauma she’s been through, that is saying a lot. 

When she finally manages to stifle the tears enough to drive back to her hotel, she makes her way back to her room as discreetly and quietly as she can. She refuses to break down completely until she is in the privacy of her own room. By some saving grace, she steps into her room, closes the door, and immediately collapses on the floor. She must have eventually cried herself to sleep because she woke up in the same place two hours later. 

Peeling herself off the floor, she stripped off her clothes and fell into bed, makeup and all. The rest of the world would have to wait.

--

“I can’t answer that, kiddo. It hurts because you still love her and never got closure.” Alex says, watching her sister’s face contort from an invisible pain. “Come on, Kara. At least eat something. Please.” 

“How the hell am I supposed to eat right now, Alex? How?!” Kara screeches, her voice rough from tears and emotion. “I shouldn’t have blocked her number. I should have just called her, Alex. Why didn’t she email me or write me a letter? Something!”

Another gut-wrenching sob rips from her chest, her body heaving with each one as it wracks from her lungs. Alex’s gut twists with guilt as she wrestles with the words sitting like ash on her tongue. Watching her sister writhe in the pain of heartache that she might have contributed to is eating her alive. When her baby sister’s distraught blue eyes land on hers, the decision is made. She has to confess.

“Umm, K-Kara. D-Do you have your laptop close by?” Alex asks, looking around the living room, but not seeing the device. “Can you tell me where it is?” Her eyes settle on the heartbroken blonde and take in the stretched out arm pointing across the room to the dining table. She gently squeezes her sister’s shoulder and makes her way over to grab it. Taking a brief moment to steel herself for what she’s about to do, she takes a deep breath and turns to face the truth.

Kara tracks her sister’s movement, a little confused by her actions, and curious to know why she’s behaving like a scared dog. She sniffles, wiping her nose with the tissue her sister hands her. “What’s going on? Why are you acting so strange, Alex?” Her eyes scan the laptop now sitting on the couch between them. “Why are you opening my laptop? What’s going on?”

An audible gulp can be heard coming from the redhead’s throat. Brown eyes bounce between teary cerulean. “Eight years ago, when you called me crying hysterically about what happened, I got you to block Lena’s number. I knew she wouldn’t give up trying to contact you so…” Another hard swallow and a shaky inhale are the only two sounds Alex can hear at that moment. Everything else is drowned by the sudden ringing in her ears. 

“What, Alex? So, what?” Kara says, a wave of nausea and anxiety builds in the pit of her stomach. “Alex. Please finish what you were saying.” Blue eyes filled with turmoil scan the redhead’s face, searching for something, a clue. There’s nothing, but fear and guilt resting on her usually stoic sister’s face. The look does nothing to ease the feeling gathering in Kara’s gut.

Alex opens the browser and pulls up Kara’s email. She clicks around a few times and Kara watches as her face falls. Her sister’s face goes white and tears gather in her eyes. A panicked and grief-stricken look settles on her sister’s face before she opens and closes her mouth a few times. Another deep breath. She sits the device in Kara’s lap before clearing her throat and dropping her hands into her own. “I knew Lena wouldn’t give up trying to contact you and I was so pissed at how much she hurt you, Kara. While you were driving to National City, I, umm…” A shaky breath, another hard swallow. “I blocked Lena’s email address so you wouldn’t get anything she sent to you.” The last part of her sentence is so quiet Kara almost doesn’t hear it. 

Almost.

When Alex finally looks up, she can see her sister clicking through emails with tears streaming down her face. “Alex…” It’s a broken whisper, barely audible. As blue eyes finally look up, there is an anger unlike anything the redhead has seen before. “Get out. I want you out of my apartment right now. Do not talk to me right now, Alex. Just get the fuck out of my apartment. Now.”

It’s not loud. It’s not harsh. It’s broken and it rips Alex’s heart in two. She silently stands, gathers her jacket and keys before briefly pausing at the door. “I’m really sorry, Kara. I love you and I’m really, really sorry.”

There’s nothing but silence before the door softly closes. Once Kara is alone, she sifts through the emails. All of the things she missed over the last eight years. Lena tried. She tried to reach out, to fix things and Kara didn’t know. There were at least ten emails from the first few months after the breakup. A few more scattered across the first year and then one per year with a simple heart on the anniversary of their first date. Lena probably thinks…

Then, she sees the last email received. Dated today, sent early that morning. 

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Date: October 16, 2023, 12:01 a.m.

Subject: One Last Time

Hi Kara,

I remember everything. Your smile, your laugh, the way your eyes sparkle when you get excited. Every October 16th after you left Cambridge, I went to our park and retraced our steps. It was never the same without you. Of course it wasn’t, but it always made me feel closer to you. 

You made me so happy, Darling. Being with you felt like being home, like I was finally whole and where I was meant to be. Losing you was the hardest thing I’ve ever faced. Even now, I feel like part of me is missing. You took part of me with you that day, Kara. I haven’t been the same since.

I know it’s been eight years and I know it’s a shot in the dark, but I have to try one last time to reach you. I’m in National City. If you want to and are available, I’d like to see you again. Meet me inside Centennial Park at 7:00 p.m. tonight. There’s a bench about one hundred feet from the gate to the left next to the footpath. I’ll be there until 8:00 p.m.

If you don’t show, I’ll understand. Just know I remember everything and I’ll always remember you.

All my love,

Lena 

Kara’s eyes go wide. She scrambles up from her couch, looking down at her watch and almost dropping her laptop. Shoving the laptop onto the coffee table, she steps into her shoes, snatches her keys and jacket, and bolts down the stairs. She doesn’t have a car and the park is at least a thirty minute walk, but the bus would be just as long. Without another option, she starts running.

It was nearly 8:17 p.m. when she left her apartment so the odds of Lena still being there were slim, but she had to try. Her legs moved before her brain caught up, she ran as fast as she could. She’s in pretty good shape, she runs almost every morning and does a lot of walking around the city, but tonight it feels like she’s running through sludge. Kara rounds the corner into the park at 8:43. While she managed to make the run in twenty-six minutes, she can already tell she’s too late. 

The bench is vacant and Kara’s heart falls. She plops herself onto the metal and huffs in frustration. As her hand settles on the bench beside her, she feels something under her palm. Her fingers wrap around it and she brings it closer. It’s some sort of woven bracelet. Upon closer inspection, she immediately recognizes it. It’s one of the silly bracelets she made for her and Lena when they first became friends. They each had one. Lena wore hers, but Kara kept hers on the keychain Lena bought her on their first date alongside her apartment key. She pulls out her phone to shine a light on it. Sure enough, it’s the one she kept on her keychain. Right there in the middle of the bracelet are their initials. 

Lena really had been here and Kara missed her chance. She sat there for a while. She’s not sure how long, but eventually she walks back toward her apartment. Without a care for the time of night or for how long it would take, she dejectedly makes her way home. Another chance stolen, her second chance lost.

--

Lena didn’t go into the office the following day. She couldn’t bring herself to face anyone. Her eyes were certainly swollen and her mind was in no condition to function properly. She sighs and rolls over in bed, her hand automatically reaching for the keychain she plays with every morning. As her hand settles on it, she pauses, something is missing.

Her body bolts upright, feet swinging to the side of the bed and hitting the floor with a thud. She snatches the prized item up and stares at it in disbelief. The bracelet that has been on the keychain for close to a decade is missing. It has to be at the park, she thinks. It must have fallen off when she was toying with it on the bench last night. She blows out a harsh breath. “Of course.” She mumbles to herself. “That would fit with the rest of my evening. Why not top it off with losing the bracelet?”

With that, she heads to the shower to remove yesterday’s makeup and grime. Maybe it will make her feel a little more human. Maybe it won’t. Either way, she has to get up and get cleaned up.

Across the city, Kara is suffering a similar fate. She wakes up feeling hungover. Emotionally, physically, and mentally, she is exhausted. After a phone call to her boss, she plans to work from home for the day. She’s not sure how much work she’ll get done, but at least she doesn’t have to face any people. At the very least, she can finish up the research for her upcoming interview with one of the lead scientists at Spheerical. The interview isn’t until Friday, so she still has plenty of time. 

The thought stops her in her tracks. She knows Lena is in National City, so the chance of her seeing the beautiful genius is higher than it’s ever been. While she wants to see the woman, she also doesn’t know if she’s truly prepared for it. With this in mind, she pulls up the email from her boss to double-check the name of the scientist she’s scheduled to interview. It’s the same woman she interviewed previously, Felicity Smoak. The knowledge puts her at ease and she gets back to her research and preparation. 

Both women spend the rest of the week trudging through the remainder of their daily grind with the enthusiasm of a doorknob. Neither of them have recovered from their experience on Monday and neither are really in the headspace to figure out how to move on from it. Lena is still in an immense amount of pain knowing the last spark of hope she had is well and truly doused. Kara is so angry with her sister and herself that she can’t think of anything else. It hasn’t yet occurred to her that she knows Lena’s email address is active and she could respond to the email and explain her absence. 

It seems even after eight years, they still haven’t gotten their heads out of their asses. 

--

After arriving at her office as usual, Lena spends her Friday morning reviewing budgets, new project proposals, and current project status reports. It’s the mundane part of her job as head of R & D that makes her want to pluck her eyeballs out. She’s just about to move on to the next proposal when her phone intercom buzzes to life.

“Miss Luthor…” The smooth voice of her assistant, Jess, echoes through the speaker.

“Yes, Jess. Go ahead.” Lena says, casually closing the proposal and grabbing the next one. 

“Sorry to disturb you, Miss Luthor. Your lunch is here. Also, Miss Smoak asked if you can cover a meeting for her this afternoon.” Jess says, the sound of typing evident in the background. 

Lena shifts in her chair. Felicity is the R & D manager for the National City branch and typically doesn’t ask her to handle anything unless it’s absolutely necessary. “What type of meeting and what time, Jess? I already have a meeting at 2:00.”

Jess sighs, she knows Lena’s schedule inside out so she is aware of the meeting, but keeps that information to herself. “She said It’s an interview for a science journal or magazine about the upcoming tech and prosthetic release. Miss Smoak had an emergency and won’t be here to cover it.” More sounds of muffled typing sound over the line. “The scheduled interview isn’t until 3:30 so it won’t impact your schedule in any way.”

“Thanks, Jess. Can you bring my lunch in? I’ll just have it at my desk.” She rubs the back of her neck, all of the tension and emotion from the week seems to have settled there. “Let me know when my two o’clock arrives.”

She spends the next two hours reviewing the rest of the documents and doing her best not to think about Kara and the sting of knowing all hope is lost. Her chest has been filled with a dull ache since the moment she realized the woman wasn’t coming. To say she’s used to it would be a lie, but she’s adjusting.

Across town, Kara leans back in her chair and reviews her list of questions, cross-referencing her research notes one last time before she packs everything into her messenger bag to head out. Her walk to Spheerical won’t take long, but she doesn’t want to risk being late so she gives herself plenty of time for any delays. She’s definitely a lot more nervous for this interview than the last one with Miss Smoak. This prosthetic is supposed to be cutting edge and is set to change the game for amputees. In short, it’s an article that could put her on the short list for another award, but her nerves aren’t related to any award. No. Her stomach is twisted into knots at the idea of possibly seeing Lena. 

As much as she wants to push the idea from her head, the more she tries, the more green eyes seem to float across her thoughts. She huffs in frustration at herself and sets her jaw in determination to overcome her traitorous mind. By the time she enters the glass doors of Spheerical, she feels like she has more control and is ready to get to work. A widest, most charming smile gets plastered across her face as she approaches the reception desk.

“Hi! I’m here for an interview with Felicity Smoak.” Kara says as she hands over her I.D. and CatCo badge. “It should be under Kara Danvers for CatCo Worldwide Media.”

The young gentleman at the desk returns her smile and takes her information. A few minutes later, she is handed a visitor's pass and moved along to the elevator. Stepping into the elevator seems to increase the gymnastics inside her stomach so she leans back against the cool metal of the wall and takes a few deep breaths. By the time she has opened her eyes again, the doors are opening to drop her on the tenth floor. It’s the same place she met with Felicity the last time and it settles her nerves a bit. It’s familiar scenery and the same smiling receptionist.

“Miss Danvers, it’s good to see you again.” The receptionist smiles, standing to show her into the conference room across the hallway. “Go ahead and have a seat, she’ll be with you shortly. Help yourself to the refreshments.” 

Kara grabs a bottle of water, deciding she doesn’t need anything that will make her any more jittery than she already is. She sits down and pulls her things out of her bag, getting everything settled for the interview. Her eyes and mind are so focused on her task that she doesn’t notice the door opening and closing.

The sound of footsteps breaks the reporter out of her focus. When Kara looks up, it is into all too familiar eyes, her favorite shade of green. Their eyes meet across the room, wide and shocked. Both of them momentarily freeze. It’s been 8 years since they last spoke or were remotely close to one another. Almost a decade since they went from the center of each other’s world to mere strangers in a quiet conference room. Hurt green eyes meet surprised blue across the large room. They stare at one another inside a building full of people oblivious to the world-stopping moment happening around them. 

Amid the silence, Kara can see Lena’s face has gone ashen and her throat keeps bobbing with harsh swallows. Before they realize what’s happening, both of them are talking at the same time. Kara is out of her chair and speaking before Lena is even halfway to the table. The shocked scientist heads toward the table and does her best to keep her tone professional. 

Once Kara realizes Lena is sitting in the chair with a no-nonsense look on her face, she plops herself back into her own and looks up. Azure eyes comb over pale features, finally settling on pain-stricken viridian eyes. They hold the stare for a brief moment before Lena straightens her back. Kara can see when the Luthor mask emerges from the pained features of the woman she loves. 

“I apologize, Miss Danvers. Miss Smoak had to leave for a personal matter so she asked me to fill in.” Lena states with a matter of fact tone, no emotion and strictly professional. “I understand you’re here to talk about the new prosthetic line and the tech we’re releasing next month. It seems Miss Smoak allotted an hour and a half. If you have your questions ready, we can get started.”

Kara’s shoulders drop. She feels her eyes stinging with tears and isn’t sure if she can stop them from flowing. Lena is being crystal clear that she’s keeping this professional and has no intention of veering into anything personal. The reporter closes her eyes and takes a deep breath to center herself. She clears her throat, opens her eyes, and gets to work. “Of course, Miss Luthor. I’ll do my best to make this as painless and efficient as possible.”

The interview starts and things are a bit stilted. It isn’t until Kara makes one of her signature terrible puns that they both laugh and things settle into a more natural rhythm. Kara asks her questions and Lena provides the most detailed and honest answers she can without revealing too much. The reporter smiles and sits her head in her hand as she watches the love of her life gesture passionately about one of her newest inventions. It reminds her of all the nights they spent on their couch in their apartment sharing stories about classes and just life in general. She must have missed something the scientist said because she is broken from her thoughts when a hand lands on her forearm.

“”Hey, everything okay?” Lena asks, brow furrowed in concern. “I called your name several times and you didn’t respond.”

Kara nods her head, clearing her throat in embarrassment. “Y-Yeah. Yes. I’m fine. Just got lost in my head for a bit. I’m sorry.” She flashes a half-hearted smile and sits back to flip through her notebook. Scanning to make sure she didn’t skip any questions and counting the remaining ones, she looks back up. “Seems like we only have five more questions left.”

Lena watches her for a few more seconds, biting her lip as if to hold back from saying something. Whatever it is dies on her tongue as she shakes her head and gestures for the reporter to continue. They get through the remaining questions in record time. Kara gives a polite thank you and starts stuffing all of her items back into her bag. Once everything is packed away, she glances around to make sure nothing was missed and stands. Pushing her chair back under the table, she turns to walk away. For the second time in eight years, she’s walking away from the woman she loves. Just as her hand lands on the handle of the door, she stops and turns.

“I showed up.” Kara mumbles quietly as she fidgets with the strap of her bag, eyes fixed on her feet. “I was too late, but I was there. Just wanted you to know.” She reaches into her pocket and pulls out the bracelet she found sitting on the bench. When she looks up and her eyes find Lena’s, she can see the surprise on her face. A broken smile barely lifts the corners of her mouth as she turns to leave the room. Before she can wrap her hand completely around the handle again, a cold hand settles on her warm skin. She freezes.

“You were there.” It’s quietly whispered. Like a leaf rustling in the breeze, it’s barely audible. Lena isn’t sure she can speak any louder, there’s a lump of emotion in her throat she’s been begging to stay put all week. “I waited and waited. Almost two hours. You never came.”

Kara spins around, her eyes wide with fear. She’s desperate to explain, panicked that things will spiral and she won’t get another chance. “Lena, I promise I would have been there sooner if I had known. Alex, she did this thing…I wasn’t getting your emails. Then she undid the thing…then I got the emails and I kicked her out, but I didn’t see the…” 

She takes a breath and starts again. “Once I saw the email, I took off running. Lena, I ran as fast as I could and it should’ve taken thirty minutes, but I did it in twenty-six. And I was still too late.” Her face drops and tears sting her eyes again. This time she doesn’t stop them, she just lets them fall. If this is the last time she gets to be in the same room with Lena, at least it will be honest.

Green eyes observe with interest, she’s not really sure what Kara’s rambling about, but she has deduced that Alex did something. Blocked her email address, she thinks? Then she unblocked it and Kara got the messages. It’s still not really clear. A humorless laugh pushes through her lips, why doesn’t she just ask?

“Kara, I’m not really sure what you are trying to tell me. Can you slow down for a second and explain?” Lena asks, her hands involuntarily raising to wipe the blonde’s tears. When she realizes what she’s doing, she pulls her hands away and steps back. “Why don’t we sit back down? Sounds like this is going to take a while.”

So they sit. They talk about what happened on Monday and why Kara never responded to any of her messages over the years. It doesn’t fix things. It doesn’t make everything better. They still have a lot to talk about and a million things to sort out, but they’re talking. It’s more than either of them could have anticipated a few days ago. They make plans for dinner the following day and discover they both kept the same numbers just in case the other ever tried to call. 

As they stand outside the elevator, getting ready to part ways, Kara lifts the bracelet up again, offering it to Lena. “I can’t believe you still have this. It was always attached to my keychain. It was the one you bought me on our first date, I always kept my apartment key on it.” She grinned down at the brilliant woman as long fingers plucked the bracelet out of her hand. Her eyes trace the movement of her other hand lifting something from her jacket pocket.

Kara’s jaw drops in disbelief. It’s the keychain.

“I’ve kept it with me everyday since you left. I’m not sure why. I think maybe it was my way of staying connected to you. Holding it always takes me back to places we went and things we did.” Lena shrugs, running her fingers across the ridges of the metal. “For a really long time I wished I didn’t, but I remember everything, Kara. Now, I’m glad I do.”

A teary smile spreads across Kara’s face. “How do you feel about starting over?”

Lena lets out a wet laugh. “Mmm, I’m not sure that’s really what I want.” She pauses to hold her hand to her chin, staring at the reporter. “Hear me out. Starting over feels like forgetting everything and starting new. I don’t want that. Our history and our past are what built us. What if we just talk things out and start again?”

“Yeah, I like that.” Kara smiles, tears slowly drying on her cheeks.” Let’s start again.”

“I told you, I remember everything. I want to keep it that way.” Lena smiles and presses a kiss to her cheek. They share one more smile. Kara disappears into one elevator and Lena into the other. 

Things aren’t perfect and it’s not going to be easy, but they’re starting again. What more could they ask for?

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[oneshotnewbie]

Y/N danvers feels like a burden to her sisters so she packs her stuff out of the apartment she is living with Alex and goes away. There is a big search for her until Lena finds her and talks to her.

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You were tired of sitting on the shoulders of your sisters, they had enough to handle and create in their lives than to babysit you so you decided to put an end to it and leave.

The most important things already packed in a suitcase, you stood at the door of the shared apartment of your eldest sister and you looked around one last time. The times in which you had spent on the couch and watched caustic movies that the redhead really wanted to see, your bedroom that you both designed the way you always wanted it to be before you moved in and all the chaotic moments where the color of the walls landed on your faces instead of on the wall.

You do think that all the laughter that had accumulated over the years was still in the walls, you could still hear them so clearly with every single memory. All these and many other wonderful moments went through all the synapses of your brain before you decided to close the door one last time without ever opening it again.

"Goodbye".

---

Exhausted and completely drained from the working day, the DEO agent was happy to be home again and to enjoy a nice rest of the evening with you. But as soon as she walked through the door, she was gripped by an uncomfortable cold and terrible silence she didn't knew.

It felt weird.

The living room she was looking at was swept empty; small personal things of you that always flew around here, pictures with you together that were on the dressers were gone.

Like you've been erased from her life.

An uneasy feeling in her stomach area and the panic that rose in her, let her jacket and her purse, which hung over her arm, fall on the ground. Several times she called your name but when there was no answer to her question just an echo, she walked the last few steps to your room and threw the door wide open. There wasn't a single thing to find that made you stand out - just insignificant stuff.

Panicked, the redhead ran through every single room of the apartment to find a clue about where you were and what had led you to just vanish. While she had also searched the bathroom for you in vain, she walked into the kitchen with her cell phone to her ear. "Come on, Kara. Damn it."

Leaning out of breath against the kitchen counter and nervously tapping the marble area with her index, middle and ring finger at irregular intervals, she listened to the annoying beeping stopping before it turned into her sister´s bright voice. "Alex, what is it? I have an important meeting coming up."

"Y/n is gone."

The agent heard the blonde shift in her chair, concerned about the choice of words, while she cleared her throat to give herself time for a moment´s thought. "What do you mean she's gone? Maybe she's down at the coffee shop doing her-" but Kara did not get the chance to finish her sentence. Alex had interrupted her, knowing what her sister was about to say.

"No Kara. Her things.." Alex hit the counter with her balled fist. Her pent-up energy from work and the growing concern for the youngest Danvers drained through her. "They´re all gone. As if she never lived here."

Kara´s jaw dropped. She got up from her seat at the desk in no time and quickly left the office to fly to the scene where her troubled sister was already waiting for her. Before the blondes feet hit the floor, words started to nervously spill out of the redheads mouth. "Look, all her things.. Gone."

Kara bit her lip and adjusted her glasses. Alex had not brought her here unnecessarily, the apartment was completely empty from your stuff and there was no sign of you.

"This note is the only thing that´s left." the eldest whispered in a low voice and pointed to the place where it was laying. Kara´s worried gaze shifted from Alex to the dresser she was standing a few inches away from. She walked towards it, took the red envelope in her hands and moved towards the couch where she sat on the armrest.

Looking at the envelope and reading her name and that of her sister in block letters, she opened it with shaky hands, took out the piece of paper and began to read it. And all of a sudden it went really quiet in the room. You could hear a pin drop in the silence.

Kara looked up from the paper in her hand to the redhead who had now sat down on the floor and had her legs pulled tight to her chest. Both of them had tears running down their cheeks and both could not believe that you just left like that. Alone without saying goodbye.

Haven´t you three always been a team?

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Shivering from the cold and huddled up to escape the wind, you crouched down by the water near a tree, trying no to stand out or make a sound.

It was relatively quiet in your favorite spot and while it was not safe for you to sit here alone in the dark, the water lapping at the shore brought a soothing sound and calmed the unknown within you.

Lost in your own thoughts, you did not notice the figure slowly creeping up at you, not before the dark, familiar voice spoke your name out loud and it´s shadow grew steadily beside your form. You startled and immediately jumped to your feet. You were ready to run and not look back, your fight or flight mode kicking in, but you calmed down relatively quickly when you understood who exactly was standing in front of you. "Your siblings are worried sick."

"How did you find me?" you whispered and slumped your shoulders in frustration.

Lena stood in front of you. Tall and broad-shouldered, her hands buried in the pockets of her black coat-full of strength yet graceful and charming. Her long, dark hair lay loose over her shoulders, her ears keeping the strands from falling over her face in the wind. Her clothes were simple and not elegant as usual; jeans, a blouse, cuddly ankle boots and a flowing, long coat.

"Remember when you told me that you found a place here in National City that at night looks like the water reflects the whole galaxy?" her voice was deep and warm but had a subtle rasp in it. She looked at you, her emerald green eyes shining in the moonlight and a small smile occupying her lips.

You said nothing and turned your back to her to avoid seeing the disappointment in her eyes. Slowly, you sat down in the spot by the tree you had left in terror and leaned your knees against your chest while throwing flat rocks into the water; starting to hit more waves into it. "Talk to me, honey."

You exhaled deeply and smiled painfully. Crouched, legs drawn up, you just sat there with your arms wrapped tightly around your stomach. You struggled with your thoughts, trying to tell her everything. Words would not make your feelings better, you learned that the hard way. "There is nothing to talk about."

"You know lying won´t work in my presence, honey," the head of L-Corp stepped closer to you and sat down on the cold floor next to you. Wrapping her coat tightly around her body, she cleared her throat before speaking again. "No matter what you tell me, it stays with me. I promise."

"Alex and Kara are so busy with the DEO, Supergirl and CatCo," you swallowed hard and bit your lip anxiously. Your eyes were focused on the water, surveying every wave that hit the shore while tears started to well up in your eyes. "I feel like a burden on top."

Lena looked at you with her head tilted to the left, considering your statement for a moment and sighed heavily. She had already figured out the reason for your disappearance when she got Kara´s desperate call for help and now she had confirmation of her suspicion.

"You know that is not the case. They both love you more than anything on this planet."

"Sometimes I think it would be better for both of them if I was not here." you replied in a whisper. You found it difficult to say and talk about it but it was the truth after all. For weeks you have been imagining whether Alex and Kara would have a happier an much simpler life if you were not here with your illnesses to care for. "I am just annoying. They worry about me when they work and take care of me when they get home. They do not have time for themselves or for love because they are busy with me. Doctor visits, hospitalizations, administration of painkillers.."

The black-haired did not say anything and listened to you carefully. Her hand wandered between your shoulder blades, drawing soothing circles on your back before her hand finally came to rest on your shoulder and pulled you into a tight embrace.

"Do not say that, please." she took the word as it got pretty quiet between both of you; the only sound there could be heard were cars in the background. "Your sisters are so lucky to have you and would not trade you for anything in the world, would not want to change a single trait in you. You are perfect the way you are. For all of us."

In her voice, you could recognize the seriousness of her words and your tears almost pushed to the surface. You did not want her to have an outburst of emotion, it was bad enough that you did even drawn attention to yourself again.

You scratched your arm nervously and looked down at your knees. "But.." you felt a huge lump in your throat and your voice broke. She shook her head frantically and pulled you even closer as she watched the tears run down your face.

You quickly hid your face in your hands. She gently brushed her hand a few tangled stands from the sides of your face and she leaned over your bend form to rest her head on your back, giving you to the maximum of support and affection she could offer you.

"I do like you to know that I am always here, if you ever want to talk" she whispered to you as you let out your thawed emotions in her arms. "But please do not ever run from us ever again."

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Coming Home - KARA Jiyoung

You're in Incheon, holding up a sign at the arrival hall, the media contingent is out in force today, and you're surrounded on all sides by camera-toting fans and reporters. Out through the glass doors comes your passenger, and you're moving with the media crowd to intercept her. She's wearing large sunglasses and a mask, but everyone knew who she was. Of course, a million bulbs go off when she appears, and you're squinting as she walks towards you.

"You're my driver?"

"Yes, let me take your luggage." Her bodyguards clear the way for two of you, and shortly after she is ducking into the passenger seat of your car as you hurry to stow her luggage in the trunk. You get in the drivers seat, and the noise slowly dies away as you zoom away from the media.

"Welcome back, Miss Kang."

"Miss Kang? Since when did you become so professional, Mr. Driver-nim?" Jiyoung cracks up and laughs.

"Fair enough." You hold out a hand behind you, and she grasps it joyfully. "Welcome back Jiyoung."

"Good to see you, it's been too long!" It had been too long. Your relationship with Jiyoung can only be described as close-friends-with-benefits. The emotional side of your relationship with her has always been platonic, and the physical side very much the opposite. You were each other's booty call, emotional support, and emergency contact. You would give her advice on her boyfriends and Jiyoung would give you advice on your relationship, often over a bottle of wine.

The two of you are horrible at relationships though, and when the two of you inevitably end up single again, a dry Friday night or a lonely Saturday night would often be spent together instead, taking care of each other's pent-up frustrations.

She rushed to you when you fell down some stairs and ended up in the hospital, helping you get discharged and even dropping by to check on you at home. You were speed dial "1" on her phone when her apartment got broken into while she was in Japan—you took care of everything for her and she didn't even have to fly back. The two of you stuck by and stuck up for each other in every way save one.

"Are we going to the usual place?" Jiyoung asks as she browses her phone.

"Yup, are you tired? Your apartment is still like half an hour away, you can take a nap." On cue she lets out a large yawn.

"Uwaaaargh yeah, I'll probably doze off, wake me up when we're there." Jiyoung stretches before resting her head against the window, and you make sure to drive smoothly to not jolt her awake. Thirty minutes later you reach her apartment, and your fingers drum a whole song on the steering wheel before she comes back sans luggage.

"Thanks, let's go, I'm starving!" Off you go to your usual spot, a restaurant that the two of you have frequented many times over the years.

"After you."

"Why thank you, wow this place hasn't changed, I'm glad it survived the pandemic."

"You're welcome, I was keeping it alive, I came here every day and ordered for both of us."

"Are you sure it isn't because you eat enough for the two of us?" Jiyoung jokes, laughing merrily in the quiet restaurant. She blanches at the increased prices, but otherwise orders the usual stuff she always gets.

"So, how does it feel to be back in Korea?"

"Good! It's good to be back, I miss Korean food."

"You can't get it in Japan?"

"You know it's not the same. Here, cheers!" The two of you pause to drink the ice cold beer just placed on your table.

"Don't go missing Japanese food now."

"It's fine, I won't be here for long."

"Oh, how long will you be here for?"

"Just two weeks, recording, learning the choreo, then back to Japan."

"Damn, that's going to be a busy two weeks," you say, spooning some stew over her rice.

"Thanks. Yeah it'll be tiring but fun, I'm looking forward to seeing the unnies and meeting Youngji again!"

You nod, and the two of you go through the food in between catching up on each other's lives, exchanging stories about pandemic life in Korean and Japan. Jiyoung could definitely eat enough for the two of you as she completely cleans the dishes up.

"Damn, you really miss Korean food huh?"

"When you haven't been home for two years, yeah."

With the plates cleared, you lean back on your chair and wave for another beer. Jiyoung waves another one for herself too. She leans back too, drinking a good half of her glass in one gulp and letting out a satisfied whistle.

"Whew, that was good food. Beer's just okay, we should have had somaek, I'm only lightly buzzed." Despite that Jiyoung yawns, and that's your cue to take her back.

"And yet you're yawning, you must be tired from travel, let's go, I called a driver for us, they can drive us back." The driver arrives, and you get in the backseat of your car with Jiyoung. She's quiet on the ride back, leaning against the window, seemingly half asleep. You arrive at her place with little fanfare, and surprisingly Jiyoung sends the driver away.

"Wait, I still have to drive back."

"No you can go, thank you!" Jiyoung pays and send the driver away. "You don't have to go right away, come in, sober up before you go." You shrug and follow her up to her apartment, stumbling out of your shoes.

"Still clumsy as ever. Another drink?"

"I'm trying to sober up here."

"Fine, I'll get you something else, but I'm getting another drink." Jiyoung comes back with a glass of red wine and a glass of sparkling water. She flops onto the couch next to you and sips her red wine.

"So, how are things with... what was her name? Jisoo? Jisu? Jisook?"

"Jisoo, and we uhh, broke up, not being able to meet during the pandemic kinda just killed things off." You wince and gulp your beer. "What about you? You still with Jaehyuk? Jehyuk? Jaehyeok?"

"Jaehyuk, yeah, it didn't work out, we couldn't stand living together during the pandemic, so yeah."

"Ouch, and here I thought moving in with Jisoo would've saved things."

"And I thought if Jaehyuk and I had some time apart we'd save our relationship. Guess it doesn't work either way. Oh well, cheers to single life." Jiyoung downs the rest of her wine in a single gulp.

"Hmm, cheers indeed." You finish your sparkling water. "Thanks for the drink, I think I'm gonna go—" Before you can finish your sentence Jiyoung swings her legs around you, and in a flash she's straddling you on the sofa. She tilts your chin up with a hand, looking into your eyes. The brief thought had floated through your mind when you realized both of you were single again, but you didn't want to press the issue right after seeing her again.

Jiyoung had other ideas though.

"Stay." Her look and huskily whispered word is all you need to close the distance and capture her lips, her arms around your neck, your hands around her waist. The living room is quiet, save for her soft gasps and your low moans as the two of you familiarize yourselves with each other physically again. Right along her left jaw line, and down to her neck, but switch to kiss her right shoulder.

Each and every touch on those spots draws a shiver from Jiyoung, making her melt on your lap as she runs her hands underneath your t-shirt. Your vision is annoyingly obscured when she pulls it off, but you get to do the same to her, unzipping the back of her tube top before tugging it away, revealing her generous chest.

Your hands pull her in for another kiss before moving down her body, going up and over her collarbone before stopping.

"Left or right?" Jiyoung reads your pause—you were trying to remember which of her breasts was more sensitive.

"Right?" you wonder out loud, drifting a finger down.

"Are you sure? Maybe it's my right and your left? Or maybe it has changed?" Jiyoung teases you jokingly.

"It can change?"

"Sure, I had to drive on the left side instead of the right side in Japan, maybe these babies switched too."

"Now you're just fucking with me." You put a full hand over her right breast, and the gasp and delicate whine she releases tells you that yes, she is fucking with you. You punish her by grazing your fingers over it, letting her feel your skin trace her tit, but never grabbing, never squeezing it. On the opposite side, Jiyoung grabs the left one fully, squeezing and kneading herself.

The two of you keep going—Jiyoung's nails make you shiver as she draws lines down your right arm, and your left arm trails down her ticklish left side. She exposes her neck delightfully when she tosses her head back in sensitivity, and you plant a few light kisses on her. It doesn't get any better as you go down to her thigh, grabbing a handful of her juicy ass over her jeans before tracing inwards between her legs.

The sound of fingers over jeans has never been more erotic as you rub Jiyoung, and you can already feel the heat radiating through the rough fabric. A little more insistent in your rubbing, Jiyoung is forced to claw at your shoulders, and you watch her midriff tremble and twitch as she let’s a soft moan leak out, a small orgasm rolling over her.

"Already?"

"It's been a while since we broke up," she says matter-of-factly. "Your turn." Jiyoung teases you with a deep grind on your crotch, making you grit your teeth as she gets off you and settling herself between your legs. Your shorts and boxers come off easily, and your shiver as her hands move up your thighs does not miss her notice. Her hand wraps around your shaft, and as she pulls it up and away from her, you know what question to ask.

"Hmm do you remember, left ball or right ball?"

Jiyoung winks and answers correctly.

"Trick question, both." She let's your shaft rest against her face as she takes one nut and then the other in her mouth, coating it with a generous serving of drool when she licks and sucks them gently. You moan and scoot forward on the sofa, pushing them towards her as you start leaking precum over her face. Jiyoung stops when she feels the sticky substance on her skin, touching it with a finger before shooting you a smirk.

"Already?"

"Not yet, just close, it's been a while," you mutter, hissing as she strokes your throbbing shaft. Jiyoung kisses your tip, a string of precum clinging to her lips as she gets off her knees and walks to her bedroom. You take a deep breath to calm yourself before following her in, but the sight you see before you does not help at all.

Jiyoung's on the bed, the button on her jeans already undone, revealing the simple white panties underneath. Smoothly you tug the jeans off her creamy legs, and as you throw them to the side Jiyoung rests on her arms, biting her bottom lip expectantly, her voluminous hair somehow perfectly styled for bed. Your hand on her panties moves slowly, running along the hem of the underwear, but Jiyoung grabs it and stops you.

"Enough is enough." They are off quickly, and with her legs splayed around your hips, you line yourself up with her and take a deep breath, making sure you don't blow as soon as you enter her.

"Haah..." Jiyoung exhales softly, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. Lying down, she throws her head back and arches her back, relishing in the sensation of being slowly stuffed, her walls stretching to accommodate you—it really had been a while.

"You good?" Your question brings her back down to bed, and she's met with the feeling of your lips on her neck.

"Wait, don't leave a mark! Just give me a minute, you're big." You throb a little at her admission.

"I need a minute too, you're so tight." She clenches down on you for emphasis. The two of you calm down a little, coming down from the high tension the foreplay had brought you to. You go back to exploring her, running your fingertips over where her clothes were covering earlier. When she is ready Jiyoung wordlessly nips at your earlobe, and with your hands on her waist you start moving. You've underestimated just how much you missed hearing her moan, and the more she sounds her pleasure directly into your ear, the faster and harder you go.

It is perfect for Jiyoung, and she wraps her arms around your neck, burying her face in the side of your head, making sure you hear every note of bliss you pound into her. She's missed this feeling more than she cares to admit, and her entire body takes revenge on depriving herself of you, lighting up her brain with sensitive ecstasy. It doesn't take long for her to tense up again, and this time you drive her right over the edge, her legs wrapping around you and pulling you deep into her as she climaxes.

"Fuck!" The curse is shouted right into your ear, and you hold her still as her slick walls around you go wild with motion, clamping down on you repeatedly. Repeated low moans escape her with every rhythmic grip of your shaft, and it is only when she goes quiet does her pulsing warmth relax her hold over you. She runs her fingers through her hair before beaming up at you, absolutely satisfied with you.

"Your turn again." Jiyoung gets on her front, and she scoots herself right under your slick-covered shaft. Unhesitatingly she takes you into her mouth, and this time it is her hands that are massaging your sack. Her tongue cleans you off quickly, and in the process, she is licking you into a mess, your hands digging into her hair.

"Jiyoung!" She backs off you, a hand wrapping around your spit-coated shaft. Her eyes trained on you, broad strokes of her tongue on your glans and quick pumps along your shaft is enough to get you to blow. The first two spurts spew into her mouth, but then her tongue is on your balls, and you throw your head back as she drains you of your orgasm.

"Fuck..." You look down, and the sight almost gets you hard again—Jiyoung's face is covered in your thick load, staining her hair, covering her forehead. You can't tell if the cum by her lips is leaking out of her mouth, or flowing down from her cheeks.

"Really has been a while, huh?" Jiyoung jokes, a hand on her chin to catch any stray drops. "Tissue please?" A few sheets are ripped out of the holder as you help wipe her clean.

"Damn, sorry, some of it got in your hair."

"I was going to take a shower anyways. You should stay the night, won't you be tired driving back at this time?" Gratefully you accept the offer, and Jiyoung ducks into the bathroom as you gather your clothes. She takes a while, and you end up drifting off to sleep before you are shaken awake by Jiyoung.

"Yah, at least shower before you get in my bed." A bare-faced Jiyoung faces you, her hair wrapped up in a towel. Dressed in a simple t-shirt and shorts, it felt like just another Friday night in her room.

"Huh? Oh yeah, sorry." You stumble into the bathroom, and a few minutes later you stumble back out cleaner than before.

"Guys are lucky, I take longer to wash my hair than you do to wash yourself."

"Cut your hair short like mine and it'll be quick too."

"Pass, anyways I gotta get up early tomorrow, good night!" Jiyoung turns off the light and slips under the sheets, and you take it as a sign to go to bed too. The two of you face away from one another as sleep descends on the room, just like you’ve done many times before. You wake up the next morning to a lonely bed, and when you check a phone a message waits for you.

*You seemed like you were having a good sleep, so I didn't want to wake you, let yourself out whenever, I don't have much in the fridge, sorry!*

You tap on a quick reply before putting on your clothes.

*Thanks for letting me stay over, I'll see you sometime?*

Your phone buzzes as you drive away.

*Mmhmm, I'll let you know when I'm free!*

Sadly, two weeks fly by quickly, and Jiyoung still hasn't gotten in touch with you. Oh well, maybe she's just been too busy. You vaguely wonder about how she's doing, but your texts have gone unanswered until now.

*Hey, can you drive me to the airport tomorrow?*

*Sure, what time?*

*9 am*

*I'll be there around 7 then?*

*Yes, thank you!*

*Great, hope everything went well!*

Jiyoung hesitates before replying—it did go by smoothly, but the more she hung out with her former members, the more she felt isolated.

"Seungyeon unnie do you want to do something tonight?"

"Ah sorry, I made plans already."

"Gyuri unnie?"

"Sorry, I'm meeting my boyfriend later."

"Youngji?"

"Same, sorry unnie!"

“Nicole unnie?”

“I’m too tired, I’ll pass, maybe next time Jiyoung.”

She was homesick when she was in Japan, but now that she's back, the gloomy realization that there is nothing here for her in Korea sets in—she had no real connections beyond her business ties, and sure she had family, but she had no one to spend time with otherwise. Her fellow members had their own priorities now, they weren't stuck together 24/7 like before, and it left her feeling lonelier than ever.

*Yeah, everything went great*

Jiyoung hesitates for a brief moment before sending the next message, but she needed to see someone unrelated to work before she left.

*Can you come over tonight?*

You show up at night, and Jiyoung invites you in. Immediately she offers you a drink, which you readily accept.

"So, ready to go back? Ready to eat good ramen and tonkatsu?"

"I guess..." Jiyoung mulls over her drink, and you misinterpret it.

"What? You like ramyun more? Just bring a box of it back with you, if you need more after I can always send you more later."

"That's not it."

"Then what, Korean snacks? Pepero instead of Pocky? You want Chocoheim?"

“No that’s not the point.”

"It's not food? Drink then? I'm sure you can find some place that sells makgeolli in Japan."

Jiyoung drains her beer and shakes her head.

"Never mind. Sorry, I'm tired, I shouldn't have called you over, can you just drop by tomorrow?" She makes to get up, but with a hand on her wrist you pull her back, and she stumbles into your lap.

"You're not going anywhere, and neither am I until we—Jiyoung?" You pause, lost at Jiyoung's odd expression. Your words resonate with her, that there is something, someone here for her in Korea, and a switch flips inside her.

"Mmph!"

Her hands are already around your neck, and without a further word she pulls you in for a fevered kiss. You're swept along by her sudden burst of passion, and with repeated flicks of her tongue, soon you are dueling in her mouth, trying to tangle yourself with her as you hold her close, losing yourself in her embrace. Your hand drifts to her hips, and Jiyoung pulls your hand further down, urging you to squeeze her ass. Her nails dig into your shirt when you do, and in another oxygen-sucking kiss you've lifted both her and yourself off the couch, carrying her to the bedroom.

As soon as you are at the bed though, Jiyoung pulls you down next to her, fingers already fumbling with your jeans. Off they go, as do your boxers and t-shirt, and immediately she is on top of you, as if scared you would squirm away from her somehow. Her blouse is pulled off, and then her bra, and then she lifts her skirt and simply pulls her underwear to the side.

You only have a moment to gasp at her intense wetness before she's hilting herself on you—you never got straight into it with Jiyoung, usually needing to prep her with teasing touches and tentative thrusts before she was wet enough to even let you in. She's never been this sopping wet before, but the whimper she lets out is evidence of her rashness.

"Ji—!" your concerned gasp is cut off by the sting on your neck, her lips leaving a fierce hickey. Your vision goes dark for a moment, your senses trying to catch up to the overwhelming pressure of her walls clenching around you, and all you can do is hold on to her as she grinds on you slowly. Soft whinnies and light groans are muffled against you as Jiyoung pushes herself to the limit, making her body adjust to your length while she rides you. But her eagerness turns pain to pleasure, and eventually those subdued cries of discomfort turn to husky moans, of a woman fully enjoying her man.

You help her enjoy you further, placing a hand near your connected bodies. Your fingertips brush against her clit, and mindlessly Jiyoung adjusts her riding to make sure you're rubbing her nub. The tempo of her riding quickly goes up another notch after this, and she’s smearing her slick all over you. Soon, with an almighty cry into your neck she climaxes around you, her thighs trembling and squeezing your body before going still, her breathing harsh against your neck. You hold her by her shoulders, and as she rises from nuzzling your neck she brushes her sweaty hair away to catch a breath.

But only one breath, as you needed to cum as well. Swiftly you roll her over on to her back, taking position on top of her. Jiyoung parts her lips, and your pupils dilate as you hear her speak.

"Take me."

It is the first time you've heard her use those words. Gone are the words of simple booty calls like "fuck me" or "do me", now replaced with two words charged with compulsive passion.

Jiyoung wanted you to take her. You were going to have her.

You snarl and nip immediately to her neck, bruising her, marking her like she did to you. Your wrap an arm easily across her lower back, and with a delighted moan you lift her off the mattress, pulling her hips flush against yours. Her head's lolls limply back, slightly bouncing on the bed, but Jiyoung couldn't give less of a damn from the pleasure and sheer joy of the act.

Your sweat pours over her, your bodies sticking together as you continue your feral lovemaking—you aren't so much pounding down on her as you are yanking her up to your cock over and over. Jiyoung is yours to manipulate, and manipulate her you do. Your hand grips her ass tightly, while the other squeezes her bouncing breasts, both sure to leave a mark—just two more to the collection of stamps you leave on her.

Both of you are speechless and thoughtless, fucking and being fucked with raucous and wild abandon. But it was not heartless, and your previously suppressed and buried emotions, unknown and unadmitted to even yourselves, are being excavated and revealed with every thrust into her, and all the two of you knew to do was to “dig”, deeper and deeper. 

"Guh..." A wordless grunt and groan escapes her as your tip brushes against the entrance to her womb, a bolt of pleasure straight up her spine. A single strike is almost too much for her, but you keep going, determined to leave your mark on every inch of Jiyoung, inside and out. Over and over you kiss both her lips and her cervix, each earning a guttural rasp from her until the feral turns primal.

With what strength she has left Jiyoung makes you crash on top of her, pulling you as deep as you can into her. The resulting cry of your name leaving her lips is utterly intoxicating, and you unravel as she wraps her legs around you.

"Mine!" you growl and empty every drop you have in her, fully intending to consummate whatever this night becomes. Jiyoung extends your peak, her warmth pulling in more of your seed into her, every addictive moan of your name driving one more tired pump of your hips, chasing that one more jolt of intimate bliss. Her touch is soft on your face, and when you look at her, makeup smeared with tears and drool, she never looked more beautiful. You kiss her, again and again.

Yet as the two of you finally disconnect, the haze lifts from the two of you, far too coldly, far too harshly. When your pupils return to their usual size, so does reality, in the form of the sizable puddle between Jiyoung's legs.

"Jiyoung I—shit, sorry, let me—" Sniffling and stumbling, Jiyoung waves you off, staggering to the bathroom to clean up, her thighs a shining mess. Dumbstruck, you simply clean her sheets best you can as you hear her run the shower. When she exits she is almost distant, as if the two of you just had another quickie instead of the most emotional sex of your lives.

"Your turn, I'll change the sheets out." Mutely you nod, running cold water over your face as you try to process the million thoughts in your head. When you exit, you are still just as wrong-footed, and your thoughts are closer to the fogged up mirrors in her bathroom than the transparent glass of water awaiting you.

"You should drink," Jiyoung gestures to the water.

"Yeah, thanks."

"Just stay the night, you can drive me from here tomorrow."

"Sure, are you... okay?"

"Yes, today's a safe day." That's not what you meant to ask, but she leaves no further room for conversation, turning the light off and facing away from you, putting up a barrier that seemed impenetrable. Why is she suddenly putting up a defense against you?

Befuddled, exhausted, and drained, you turn the other way, falling into a confused slumber. In your deep sleep you don't hear the rustle of the sheets as she scoots towards you. Nor do you feel her arms around you waist, or her warmth against your back as she spoons you through the night.

You wake up the next day to a gentle shake.

"Hey, I have to go to the airport soon, should I call a taxi instead?"

"No no, I said I was going to drive you, just let me splash some water on my face."

The drive to the airport is deafeningly silent, there were so many questions you wanted to ask, but Jiyoung is in no mood to answer, putting in her earbuds and closing her eyes. Thankfully there is no media swarm this time, and with little fanfare you help her check in and walk her to immigration.

"Thanks for driving me over."

"Of course." You pause for a moment, then follow it up with a simple, non-threatening question. "When will you be back?"

"I don't know, I might comeback for some of the promotions, but that's up in the air."

"Okay, can you let me know if you're back? I think we should talk then." Or right now, you almost added.

"Since when did you get so clingy?" Jiyoung teases, but her attempt to lighten the mood falls on your serious expression, and she follows up softly. "I will, I'll let you know."

"Great! So umm, goodbye for now I guess, have a good flight." You make to pull her in for a hug, but Jiyoung resists you, more aware than you are of potential paparazzi. Stay, don't go! you shout in your mind, settling for a friendly pat on the arm instead.

"Thanks, I'll see you soon." Ask me to stay, and I will! Jiyoung’s hand covers yours, running a thumb against your palm, as if she wanted to remember your touch. She yearned for you to make a move—she would cancel her ticket on the spot if you wanted her to stay, if she wasn't afraid of her own feelings, afraid of the magic of last night, afraid of the near impossibility of it happening again if she leaves now. 

Sadly, you are just as afraid as she is, and all you do is wave impotently as she passes into immigration. Neither of you see the bittersweet smile of the other, divided by a pane of frosted glass, thickened by cowardice.

"Miss? Are you okay?" The immigration officer curiously asks as they look up from Jiyoung's passport.

"Oh, yes, sorry." Hastily she wipes the stray tear from her face and hardens her expression.

"Just had to say goodbye to a loved— someone I'll miss very much."

A/N: KARA comeback let’s go! Not really in the public eye in Korea anymore, and she’s more active in Japan nowadays, but I don’t care lol, she’s absolutely stunning. Tried something a little less fluffy this time, no happy ending, but I think I like happy endings more in general. Thanks for reading!

#smut #jiyoung #kara

[adoremexxs]

Sekido’s Hatred

this is just a random one shot drabble with Sekido hating on Zohakuten fr, i’m sorry if it’s bad or doesn’t make sense i wrote it while i was half asleep and sad

warnings: heavy, heavy themes, smoking, sh, fighting, literal abuse‼️

Sekido sat outside on the porch. It was in middle of the night and he couldn’t sleep. He just couldn’t. Not with these nightmares keeping him awake.

He just sat underneath the moonlight, basking his body in it. A cigarette in between his fingers, the smoke vanishing into the air.

His pajama pants were getting dirty by sitting out on the porch. It was covered with leaves and the wood was rotting.

His red hoodie reeked of tobacco. Sekido knows his brothers know about his little secret. Every night, he would come out here, smoke a cigarette and then go back inside. It was a way of grieving and to also be alone.

Their mother had long passed now. Sekido had nothing to remind him of her besides lotus flowers. Her favorite flowers.

Sekido regularly prayed to God. Begging for God to forgive his sins and to let his mother continue to prosper.

He hated Urogi and Zohakuten’s features. They looked the most like their mother. Urogi had her beautiful yellow eyes, Zohakuten had her nose. Part of him loathes his littlest brother.

After all, he is the reason that their mother ended up passing away.

Maybe not in childbirth but he made her get so weak and sick. It’s practically his fault.

Sekido loathes his littlest brother.

Zohakuten is nothing but a curse.

Everything that he touches will burn, his temper is too much, everything he does, he messes up.

His littlest brother will never be anything but a curse.

Sekido will never admit it but Zohakuten is too much like him.

Too much rage, too much hurt bottled up.

It hurt even more whenever their father left them to their grandpa.

The reason being “Zohakuten is too much trouble, too sick to even take care of, you all are complete bastards. None of you are my children.”

They knew that it wasn’t true. At least them being bastards. They all looked like their father. Sekido had his temper, Karaku his eyes, they all had his tan skin and height.

Aizetsu, Urogi and Zohakuten looked too much like their mother.

Aizetsu, her sensitive heart, Urogi, her eyes, and Zohakuten…looked entirely too much like her.

Zohakuten was her…but their father’s traits overtook him.

Another thing about Zohakuten is that he was so weak at birth. He almost didn’t make it.

Two years after they had moved in with their grandpa, he had passed away.

Zohakuten was with him.

It was the first time Sekido ever saw his little brother cry. All Sekido could do was glare down at Zohakuten as if it was his fault for the old man passing away.

All he felt was uncontrollable rage towards his littlest brother and it was the first time he put his hands on him. He knew it wasn’t right. It wasn’t Zohakuten’s fault but Sekido felt like it was.

He killed their mother, made their father leave and now their grandpa and now they are all left to themselves.

Sekido had to grow up faster than the rest of them. He had to be the one to take care of them.

So when he found Zohakuten cutting himself and tearing at the skin on his face in the kitchen one night, all he felt was hatred.

How could Zohakuten be so selfish? After all he does for Zohakuten. He wants to take his own life.

How pathetic his little brother was.

But that night in the kitchen, Zohakuten never raised a blade to his skin again. Sekido’s harsh words and hits were enough.

The moment that Zohakuten started to beat up students at school because of his own pent up anger at Sekido and the world was the moment Sekido knew that Zohakuten was actually selfish.

Zohakuten didn’t appreciate anything. Nothing at all. All he did was beat up people who made him mad. He hung out with Daki and Gyutaro who sold him things like drugs. Maybe it was his way of grieving but Sekido didn’t care.

It all seemed to stop though whenever he found Karaku almost dead on the floor. Zohakuten actually seemed to straighten up and for once, he didn’t cry.

He kept it pent up. Sekido thought it was good for him. Zohakuten cried all the time when he was younger. It was annoying.

Zohakuten became quieter, more reserved. He seemed better after Karaku’s incident.

He locked himself in his room most days or he went to Rui’s.

Sekido didn’t like Rui.

He was too…weird and sickly.

It reminded him of their mother.

Maybe that’s why Zohakuten is obsessed with Rui.

Because he is frail and weak.

Sekido can’t stand his littlest brother. He’s too much like him, drowning in hatred and hurt. He wanted nothing but to drown him further in it and put him out of his misery.

Zohakuten finally seemed to snap.

Him and Sekido had gotten into a huge fight. Punches were thrown, glasses were broken until finally Sekido had punched Zohakuten cold out onto the ground.

He kept punching him. His fists breaking the soft skin on Zohakuten’s face. Every punch was for their mother, their father and their grandpa. If Zohakuten simply hadn’t been born, they would have a mother, a father and a grandpa.

Blood had spewed from Zohakuten’s nose and face. A puddle of blood forming underneath him as his own brother continued to beat his face in.

Sekido didn’t stop until he heard a sickening crunch and his other brothers had to pull him off.

The crunch seemed to snap him out of it and he was frozen while Karaku, Aizetsu and Urogi took Zohakuten to the hospital.

Sekido just stood there.

His face bloodied, his hands were a massacre.

Sekido stared at his hands. It suddenly hit him.

He had killed Zohakuten’s spirit. Crushed his littlest brother’s soul.

He was the reason that Zohakuten had turned out the way he was.

His little brother was just a kid. A kid who wanted to be loved.

Sekido had ruined his little brother, he had turned his brother into him.

Zohakuten truly was Sekido’s hatred.

[coklatjingga]

Dialog Rasa (2)

"Katanya jodoh pasti bertamu, tapi sampai sekarang tak juga bertemu," gerutu Rania melempar sebongkah batu kecil ke arah danau di depannya.

Hari ini terasa lebih panjang dibanding sebelumnya. Terutama setelah Rania bertemu dengan teman-teman sekolahnya dulu.

Kenyataan bahwa hanya tersisa Rania seorang yang masih sendiri membuatnya hilang nyali. Merasa kecil diri sampai tak bisa menikmati momen bersama lagi, ingin buru-buru pergi.

"Kayaknya aku ini wanita yang nggak kebagian jodoh, deh," sambungnya lagi.

"Hush! Nggak boleh ngomong gitu, Ran. Kamu nggak percaya sama Allah?" Sada cepat menimpali sebelum lisan dan pikiran temannya itu hilang kendali.

Rania berbalik menghadap Sada, nyengir.

"Bukan gitu, Sada. Aku cuma lagi hopeless. Semua teman-teman kelasku dulu sudah punya gandengan. Cuma aku ... Cuma aku, Sada, yang masih kemana-mana sendirian. Tiap ditanya pasangan malah kebingungan."

Tatapan keduanya kini kompak menuju titik di seberang danau. Sebatang pohon tampak berdiri sendirian.

"Mau bergandengan atau pun sendirian, nyatanya nilai kita nggak dilihat dari situ, Ran. Kamu lihat, kan, pohon di sana. Sebatang kara, tapi justru paling dicari pengunjung di sini. Kenapa coba?"

Kali ini Sada memaksa Rania berpikir keras.

"Karena cocok buat tempat healing? Me time?" tebak Rania setengah ragu.

"Apa lagi?"

"Teduh? Sejuk?"

Sada tersenyum.

"Semua jawabanmu betul. Mau sendirian atau berpasangan, yang paling penting adalah kebermanfaatan yang kita berikan, dampak yang bisa dirasakan oleh sekeliling."

"Ada yang masih sendiri tapi kehadirannya dinanti banyak orang, bukan hanya keluarganya saja. Meski sendiri dia bisa memaksimalkan potensinya untuk berdaya dan berguna bagi sekitarnya.

Ada yang dengan berpasangan, menemukan teman, baru melejit potensinya. Semua sesuai dengan kebutuhan kita, Ran."

Rania tertegun cukup lama lalu mengangguk perlahan. Disusul senyum Sada yang memperhatikan anggukan Rania, berharap sahabatnya itu paham ucapannya.

"Bisa-bisanya jomlo nasehatin jomlo," kelakar Rania dibayar cubitan Sada di tangannya.

Keduanya lanjut tertawa bersama. Menertawakan kesendirian yang setia menjadi kawan.

#dialograsa #ceritapendek #selfreminder

[supercorpkid]

The Snap - part 3

Supergirl, Lena Luthor x Reader, Kara Danvers x Reader.

Word count: 2445.

Part 1

Part 2

“Hey,” Kara opens the door of your apartment and stares at your figure on the couch. Arms crossed, clearly upset. “watcha doing all dressed up?”

You swallow the pent-up anger, shooting daggers at her. Upset doesn’t even begin to cover how you truly feel. Why do people seem to forget all the plans they make with you?

“We had a dinner date!”

“Oh.” Lena finally remembers the plans. “I got caught up at work.”

“And you couldn’t have called so I didn’t waste my time putting on my clown makeup?”

“I forgot,” Lena says and you huff, angrier now. “it was an important meeting.”

You get up from the couch and go to the bedroom to change. Lena comes in a while later while you scrub your face off of makeup.

“Darling,” she starts.

“Why can’t you just say sorry like a normal person?”

“I said sorry!” Lena adds and you raise an eyebrow at her, sure that word never left her mouth. “Ok, wait,” she holds your hand before you move away. “I should’ve called, I’m sorry.”

“You should’ve been here, you asshole!”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Lena pulls you closer, taking a lock of hair from your face. “I should’ve been here, darling. Let me make it up to you.”

“You better.”

You swallow your anger alongside the memories.

“Oh, I don’t know.” You get up going towards her. “Someone asked me on a date this morning and I thought she’d remember it!”

“Who says I didn’t?” Kara picks you up in her arms and kisses your cheek, lovingly. “You look beautiful, baby. But we’re going flying and that might ruin your hair. And I plan on ruining your makeup with kisses.”

“Where are we going?”

“Oh, I made a reservation at a nice restaurant. La Pergola.”

“I don’t remember seeing this one. Is it new?” Kara shrugs but you barely move in her arms. “Where’s that?”

“Italy.” Kara gives you a chaste kiss and flies you to Rome.

Against your better judgment, you and Kara had been going out for months. It’s, um, a different relationship.

Some days you can just forget what brought you two together. You forget she was your wife’s best friend, her bridesmaid, her confidant. You forget Lena’s, puff, gone and that for years you had no one but Kara to talk things through. Some days you ride that wave up high, forgetting to even judge yourself, forgetting how shitty you feel for letting someone else (no, not someone else, Kara) touch your body instead of your wife. Because it’s so good. God, it’s so good and why shouldn’t you be allowed to feel good anymore? Why shouldn’t you be allowed to have companionship and a relationship with someone who truly gets you?

But then, some other times, you despise yourself. You hate to think about what you're doing and how selfish you feel betraying Lena like this. You abominate Kara’s cute smile and the fact that she makes you smile as well. You hate yourself and you hate her, and you feel no shame in slamming the door in her face or closing the drapes so you can’t see her pouting on the other side of the window.

It’s a different relationship, indeed. It’s on and off. It’s pain and love mixed together. It’s self-loath and self-preservation. But it’s mostly mourning in a less lonely way.

There’s no tombstone. There’s no body. People just disappeared and life went on for some, but not for others.

To remember those who were gone, they made a memorial with all the names of people in National City that were gone. You hate going there, it’s stupid, Lena is not there. And yet you can’t keep yourself from stopping by every time you drive around that park.

You know precisely where her name is, so you don’t even raise your head to look around. There are always people around, even if there are fewer and fewer nowadays.

Luthor, Alexander Joseph.

Good riddance.

Luthor, Lena Kieran.

Seeing her name up there always leaves a lump in your throat. You wonder if someday the sight of her name on a marble stone will not break your heart into a thousand pieces.

You look around, sure no one can hear you talking to a stone. Sure no one can judge you for what you’re about to confess to your wife for the first time in four years.

“Honey,” you breathe out. “You’re not back yet. And it’s been four fucking years. I-I think you might be gone for good, but I don’t want to leave you behind. You’re the love of my life.” You wipe your tears that came uninvited. “I shouldn’t be dating your best friend, I know. It’s messed up and weird and I hate that we did this. But I-God Lena, I hate to admit this but I like her. I’m hopeless and she is hope. I’m sad, and she is-Kara is happiness wrapped up in a cute pout and stupid glasses. I’m lonely with or without her, but when she is around I’m a little less lonely, and I think it’s because you’re a part of her and a part of me.”

You look around one more time, to be sure. “I’m sorry Lena. I really am. But I think I’m done being miserable and I want to believe that wherever you are, you don’t want that for me either. I love you honey, and I promise I’ll never love anyone as I love you, but at some point, I’ll have to try.” You clean your tears and leave the flowers you bought for her on the floor. “I’ll see you soon.”

You’re almost leaving when you look a couple of rows in front of you and see Kara. You walk to her and hold her hand.

“That was a good speech.” She says, and she doesn’t even have to glance to know it’s you. You give her a teary laugh. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I can’t really help it.”

“It’s ok.” You kiss her shoulder to prove you’re not upset. “I didn’t know you were out here.”

She shows you the flowers she bought for Alex and you agree with your head, cleaning the rest of your tears on her sleeve. Kara throws her arms around you, pulling you close and she kisses the crown of your head.

“See, Alex? I told you I wasn’t lying about it.” She jokes, making you laugh again.

Kara touches Alex’s name on the marble delicately, then places the flowers on the floor. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Home?”

“Home.”

“You know,�� you start and Kara raises her eyes to look at you from the place she’s settled in your lap. “maybe I should move out.”

“Really? Why?” She gets up immediately, surprised and confused.

“It’s Lena’s place.” You explain.

“It’s your house too. You’ve been living here without her for almost five years now.”

“Baby, look around. She’s been gone for nearly five years and I haven’t been able to change a single thing about this place. Look, that lamp’s been broken for two years now and it’s still here.”

“Ok.” Kara makes her way to the lamp you’ve pointed to. “What else do you want to get rid of? Supergirl is in the business of moving now.”

You smile, looking at the lamp she’s holding so effortlessly.

“Hey,” you rub your eyes out from sleep. “Why aren’t you in bed?”

“Sorry, darling.” Lena looks up from her laptop, a shadow on her face from the light of the computer only. “I just got a call from Japan, it’s daytime there.”

“Hm,” you agree with your head, turning the lamp next to her. “Don’t work in the dark, it is bad for your eyes.”

She looks at the lamp, then at you. “I totally forgot about it. Thanks for caring, my love.”

You kiss her lips with a smile. “Don’t take too long, the bed is cold without you.”

“I’ll be there soon.”

You breathe out. “It’s ok, just leave it. I’ll buy another one later.”

It’s her time to sigh and sink onto the couch next to you, careful enough not to touch you. By now, she knows when a memory has come and what it usually brings.

“Do you want me to leave?” Kara pouts just a little, enough to make you smile.

“No, baby.” You show her your hand and she comes closer, laying her head on your chest. “Please, don’t leave.”

You slowly start changing the house. You throw the lamp away and buy a new one. You get rid of Lena’s uncomfortable couch that you never liked, and buy a new mattress lump-free (actually, the lumps are not so bad. But having sex in the same bed you and Lena used to, it’s somehow worse). You also get around some books and small items that belonged to Lena and put them in her home office. You’ll deal with that whole place a while later. You even open space in the closet for Kara to leave some pieces of clothing.

Sure, every time you move an item to her office you go around looking at everything, having deja-vus and memories. You sniff things for the smell of her; look at the dust settling on the desk because you have yet to find the courage to touch any of these things; then cry in her comfortable leather chair. Every single time.

But still feels like moving on.

“Guess what?” Kara calls from the front door, and you yell back from the bedroom, encouraging her to go on. “I went to China for a thing today and I saw this restaurant there. Baby, it’s called Changs! They have Changs in China!”

“Oh,” You match her enthusiasm when you see her smile. “Hope is as good.”

“Yeah, me too.” Kara is quick to dive in for an egg roll, but you’re quicker to steal a kiss from her lips.

“So what was the thing in China?”

“Hm,” she starts talking while chewing. “some people said they saw the ghosts of their loved ones that went out in the blip.” You furrow your brows. “I was afraid some fathoms were out of the fathom zone, but it was a dead end.”

“Kale, please!” You hear Lena’s voice and you jump-scare. Kara does the same, looking around for fathoms, and protecting your body with hers.

“Le-Lena?” It’s out of your mouth before you can hold back. Ghost of a loved one.

“Yes, darling?” Lena appears in your eyesight and you let out a shit-scared scream. Kara’s arm pushes you behind her, while the egg roll falls from her mouth and hit the floor silently. “What’s wrong? You two look like you saw a ghost.”

“Stay back,” Kara warns, voice thick with worry and scare. “don’t come anywhere near her.”

“What? Kara, what the hell is going on? Why can’t I go anywhere near my wife?”

You live on the top floor, and there’s usually no noise coming from the street, but all of sudden there are cars crashing, people yelling, and birds flying into buildings. The three of you run to the balcony and look down. The same chaos from the blip, except people is reappearing.

“Shit.” You look at Lena next to you. “You’re not a ghost.”

“Why would I-?” Her answer is cut short by you throwing your arms around her.

Lena is back. Shit. Shit. Shit. Lena is here. She is back. You can feel her in your arms and she smells the same she’s always had. Lena is, puff, back. Just like you’ve dreamed of all these years.

The tears cascading from your eyes are impossible to stop. You can’t talk. Breathing is almost impossible with all these overwhelming feelings exploding from your chest. You leave it to Kara to explain.

“Lena, you’ve been gone for more than five years.” You hold your wife tighter at the sound of Kara’s words. Five years and she is back. It’s a miracle. “One day, half of the life in the universe disappeared. You, Alex-” She stops. “Alex! Gosh! Alex is back, I have to go!”

She flies out and Lena is left to comfort you, even if she hasn’t completely understood what happened. She gets you to calm down, a whole five minutes later, but you still don’t let go of her while explaining, scared she might be turned into dust again.

“Oh,” Lena says when you finish your explanation. “Even though this all sound insane to me, the fact that you do look older now makes sense.”

“I am older than you. Two whole years.”

“You’re such a cougar.” She jokes the same way you used to. And you finally smile at the fact that Lena, your Lena is actually back. Right here, a touch away. “And I need a drink after all this new information.”

Lena makes her way to where she used to keep her whiskey and you follow her, close by. “You changed the couch.”

“Yes, this one is actually comfortable.”

She chuckles, looking inside an empty cupboard and moving to the next. “Who else was gone?”

“Alex, Kelly, M’gann. Oh, your brother.”

She looks back at you with a smirk. “Bet the world didn’t miss him a bit.” You agree with your head and Lena raises an eyebrow at you. “So where do we keep the whiskey now?”

“Again, honey, it’s been five years.”

“It doesn’t go bad like that.” She counterpoints.

“I drank it.” You say like it was obvious, but it isn't, because you never once drank whiskey with her. In fact, you always said you didn't like. “There’s an open bottle of wine in the fridge.”

Lena goes to the fridge for said wine but stops in her tracks. Oh no. She blinks at the refrigerator door, and the booth photos of you and Kara together. It’s more than smiles, more than friendship, and you can see it from miles and miles away. So, obviously, she can see it too.

You swallow deep, face getting hot and bothered. Everything you’ve ever told yourself as an explanation of why you let this happen disappears from your mind. You’ve been coming up with excuses, defenses, and pleas for years and years. And right now, as Lena stares at the photo of you kissing her best friend, none of them will work. None of them are right. None of them are true.

Confusion crosses her mind when she looks up at you, after holding the photo strip in her hand, like a bomb that might go off. “What’s this?”

#supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #kara x reader #reader insert #lena x reader #supergirl fanfiction

[thenobxdies]

( glass ) - our muses have sex next to an open window (logan and kara) from @amarvelousmencgerie

Kara had come to see him at work, the last thing he'd expected really, but he was not upset in the slightest. Rather he was happy, today had been a rough day- so it wasn't long before he had her pent over his office chair next to an open window- anyone could look up and see her being railed by him, his cock sliding in and out of her. "Fuck im so happy to see you here."

#amarvelousmencgerie

[cooljul74]

I’m desperate to find this story!!!! It starts off with Kara floating in the sky then she hears a woman in distress so she goes to find the woman (Lena in labor in her town car) she opens the door and takes Lena to the hospital. After Lena goes home supergirl is drawn to her she hovers over her pent house and helps calm Liam the baby boy while Lena was sleeping. Basically during this time she was breaking and entering ! Except Lena left door unlocked. I forgot to write the title and author down. Please help!!!!!😊😊😊😊

[lewdys-world-of-asks]

Ghostly Grope for Batgirl and Supergirl

As the pair stepped into the academy's swimming changing room long after closing time, a giggle escaped the lips of the duo who intended on enjoying a midnight swim, despite the academy's rules about curfew. Babs was wearing a purple microkini that had but only three purple triangles, two holding up her chest and the last barely covering her pussy, not that you'd be able to tell with her black and yellow Gotham City pullover, meanwhile Kara wore a half-red half-blue bandeau top and red thong style set of bikini bottoms with a tiny skirt attached along with a blue crop jumper with the House of El symbol on it.

As the pair walked along, the sound of one of the changing stall doors closing drew their attention, enough to cause the pair to investigate however then moment they peeked in there was nothing there. The two giggled, turning before being yanked in, the door slamming shut and locking as ghostly hands held the pair, more hands appearing and groping the girls. One hand pressed two fingers over Babs' pussy while a pair lifted her pullover and groped at her chest, pinching her nipples through the thin purple material of her bikini. Meanwhile Kara drooled all over her tits as a hand shoved three fingers into her mouth, earning moans as she tried to resist, albeit weakly as pleasure took over her. More hands ran up and down her curves, along her hips and thighs as a pair of hands spread her cheeks apart while yet another hand tore her bandeau top down and fondled her. Both the girls moaned as time went by, the hands doing nothing other than groping the two. After half an hour the door unlocked and was opened before the pair were released, pushed out by the hands, one even giving both girls a cheeky spank, leaving a handprint on them as the pair panted, pent up and drenched despite not even having gone for a swim~

#ask #batgirl #supergirl #dc #anon

[artistry87]

Of Course It Was You, It Was Always You...

Part 3

&lt;< <

“Oh dear. Do praytell Lena, what exactly were you trying to do? If you were trying to kill her there are much easier ways you know...” Lena only vaguely registered her mother’s off-handed comment, a small sneer, barely audible, escaping her mouth. The CEO continued typing away diligently on her computer working feverishly into the night to find a way to heal, or cure the super limply lying in the medical bay across from her. Never once taking her eyes off of Kara or her mother from the corner of the lab, “It was... a miscalculation, not that I suspect you would do much better.” Lena quietly admitted under her breathe just low enough for the other woman to barely surmise across the room.

Lillian lightly chuckled to herself with a sly smirk slowly creeping across her face. The sound only soft enough for her to hear, unbeknownst to her daughter, that is. “And have you truly considered all your options? What about rebuilding Hope? I thought she was your “Pride and Joy”. You said it yourself, Project Non Nocere was supposed to be your crowning achievement.” Lillian teased mockingly as she began to physically examine the remnents of her daughter’s supposedly, incredibly advanced A.I. 

“I had to force throguh a new override switch directly into her soruce code to terminate the process. It would have been the only way to stop her-- from...from... attacking supergirl.” Lena hesitantly countered with her retort, careful to maintain the emotional distance between her and her mother, only breifly returning her attention back to her reasearch and the unconscious woman lying in front of her. The CEO paused only once to meet the gaze of her mother, before moving back to the super’s side using what equipment she had to check Kara’s vitals and for any signs of consciousness, even minute ones. The last thing she’d be able stand at the moment would be her mother emposing her suspicions on her and Kara’s relationship however complicated things had become.

“Judging by these scans it would seem as though your darling little A.I. did a lot more than just minor neurological damage. You sure you weren’t trying to dispose of her? I have contacts who could help with the body if that’s your concern...”

“I WASN’T TRYING TO KILL HER! I WAS TRYING TO MAKE HER BETTER!” The young Luthor violently screamed across the room, the anger and rage she’d had pent up for months finally exploding in the vicinity, no doubt helped along by the guiding presence of her mother. Suddenly, all at once, the emotional anguish of everthing she’d been harboring for the past several months began to resurface, all over again. The heartbreak for loosing herself in Kara’s betrayal, the saddness for fearing the super felt she could never truly trust her, the rage seeing all of them for who they truly were, laughing at her expense, for all... those... years. Lena let herself feel for the first time, since she’d begun to plan her retribution against the Super Friends, and the agony of it killed her. Silence fell over the lab as the two women sat quietly, unmoving, unchanging, simply existing. A sort of quiet observation slowly fell over them both before Lillian slowly began to walk across the lab to her daughter. Lena, ever the wary one when it came to her mother’s presence, prepared herself for anything. ANYTHING, only... it never came.

Instead the young scientist found herself immediately surrounded by the kind of comfort she had always been denied by her parents as a young child in the Luthor Mansion. In their shock, both women stood still at time passed, embracing one another as the silence crept ever louder, knowing everything would change; as usual, nothing ever stayed the same.

“You really care about it don’t you?” Lillian asked, voice empty and devoid of sarcasm or venomous tone.

“Mother...” Lena quickly warned with a sharp tone in her voice before letting go of the woman as she carfully studied her mother’s next remark. Lillian slowly backed away from Lena instantly sensing the growing discomfort between them.

“No, I mean it. You really cared about...her didn’t you? You still do, don’t you? Obviously enough to make her...loyal, honest, genuine, forthright.” Lillian gently stated as she continued to mentally list off the ballot of technical traits she found on the data recovery of Hope’s last data files. The older woman pondered to herself as she silently mulled over her daughter’s work. Truth be told, she might never admit it aloud, but even she was impressed by the thoroughness of her research. Secretly she hated that she could never manage the crack exposure to the Kryptonian brain in a hundred years if not for the admin of variously specialized kryptonites, but the success of one Luthor is just as much hers as any other right?

Lena slowly became aware of herself again. She quickly turned back to her research before calmly responding to her mother, snapping the older woman out of her thoughts. “It doesn’t matter what you’re thinking right now, because it didn’t work anyhow. So don’t even think about trying something.”

Again Lillian scoffed at the notion, this time, nearly bursting into full on laughter. “Really now Lena. You honestly think so low of me? That I would actually try to--”

“Brainwash Supergirl or manipulate her memories into becoming your own person weapon, or assassin? Yes, yes I do. I know you too well.” Lena shot back at her mother, quick to interrupt the train of thought she was obviously lying about.

“I told you I’m here to help. Don’t you trust your own mother?” Lena didn’t dignify a response, only a snort as she held back her laughter. Like that, the small silence between them became comfortable again, quiet and small, but comfortable.

Hours began to go by, then days...and weeks. After working as diligently as she could for nearly a month with nothing but the sustenance and occasional comfort only brought in by her friend and closest confidant, Sam, the CEO slowly began to lose hope that she might ever be able to bring the super back. Subtley but surely the fear of becoming more and more like her brother, being branded as the Luthor the public already thought her to be finally set in.

“Damn, still no chnage?” Sam asked particularlly worddied, more so for Lena’s well-being than Super Girl’s at the moment. “It’s been months hasn’t it?”

“No, only one month,” Lillian answered from across the room, well aware that the woman as never as fond of her as in this exact moment. “In present company, aren’t we Ms. Arias?” Lillian questioned knowing all too well about Lena selectively ‘interesting’ choice of friends.

Sensing the obvious frustration Lena resolved to end the matter before anything could escalte further. “That’s enough mother! Samantha Arias is a dear friend of mine as she is welcome here any time, which is more than most can say for you.” She muttered the last half under her breathe only to have her thoughts interupted by the sudden sound of a pained expression coming the medical bay. “Kara?!”

Lena exclaimed, practically jumping from her seat as her and Sam both quickly made their way to the lab’s infirmary. “WAIT! KARA?! As in Kara Danvers?!” Sam sat speechless across from both, just at the edge of the room. “I know it’s a lot to take in, but I really need your help. Please?” Lena begged, her voice frail, and her eyes pleading desprately like a kind of vulnerability Sam’s never seen before.

Calmly Sam’s expression began to shift as she softened. “Start from the beginning.” She insisted as the CEO opened her mouth only to be choked by her own words. Before she even mustered the strength to continue Sam turned their attention to the kryptonian in the room.

“Kara!” She remarked again, unsure of what to say next as they both waited warily for the blonde’s response. “What’s the last thing you remember,” Lena blurted out without intending to make her former friend feel scared or rushed. A long silent moment of nervous energy washed over both her and Sam as they waited for Kara reply with halted breath.

“I’m sorry. I cannot recall. I was only following your directives Ms. Luthor. I...was I unsuccessful?” The super asked, in a voice sounding all too familiar to someone she knew had to been dead, the CEO’s expression was utterly unreadable. Their silence seemed to last for hours before both women found the courage to say anything in response. “hm...H..Hope?” The Luthor asked as kindly as she could, barely even whispering.

“Yes Ms. Luthor. How may I be of service to you?” Her faithful A.I. a more resilient entity than she could ever imagine. Sitting across from her in the body of her former best friend, only at the comand of her asistence. Suddenly she felt a familiar hand on her shoulder, snapping her out of her thoughts. 

“Sam?!” Lena exclaimed slightly startled as she jumped. The Luthor fully expecting the wrath of her friend in full, only to be met with a sorrowful kind of compassion she’s sure that she’s never witnessed before. With somber eyes and voice more eerily calm than Lena could ever remember, Sam asked her.

“What did you do?”

“I don’t know,” was the only response she could formulate in her current state of guilt riddle shock and trauma.

(Recently recontinued)

#cw supergirl #lena luthor #kara danvers #supercorp #supercorp fanfiction

[autisticlenaluthor]

Vigilante

thank you thank you to @2-the-moon-and-2-saturnfor betaing <3

“Kara Zor-El, what the fuck were you thinking?” 

The sound of Lena’s roar is quickly followed by heels snapping against the linoleum floor. Alex and Kara both shoot each other looks, like two kids about to get caught screwing around by the principal. 

Within the second, Alex has hopped off of Kara’s bed and is carefully backing away.

The med-bay door slides open and Lena enters, her arms folded across her chest and brow raised. For a moment, she remains quiet as she takes in the scene. Kara’s lying in her suit on a stretcher, surrounded by red sun lamps, and connected to an IV drip. 

Lena nods to herself and draws in a breath, shooting Alex a look before turning back to Kara.

“Two days,” she remarks and holds up two fingers. “You couldn’t wait two days for the kryptonite suit to be finished?” 

Kara goes to respond, getting out a meek ‘I know, I-’ before realizing the question must’ve been rhetorical because Lena’s already cut her off. 

“You promised you were going to lay low until it was done.” 

“I didn’t know he’d have kryptonite!” Kara exclaims. (She regrets it as soon as she does.) 

“Well, I don’t think that’s something criminals like to advertise.”

“Look, she took a calculated risk,” Alex interjects. “Maybe not the smartest one. But this is what she does– there’s always a chance of this happening, it just comes with the territory.” 

Lena raises an eyebrow. “The territory? Kara’s life is not collateral, Director. It’s not worth the risk.” 

“I’m not saying it is.” 

“Then stop treating her like she’s indestructible. You know, I’m getting really tired of this vigilante shit and the DEO acting like–”

“Woah, this is not vigilante shit, Supergirl is a nationally recognized hero. She’s basically a member of law enforcement!” Alex argues. 

“NCPD officers always have back-up. If Supergirl is a cop, then where the hell is her team?” 

“Right here! The entire DEO is behind her, she–”

“Alex–” Kara cuts in. “Both of you, just stop.” 

Lena retracts. She rubs her palms together and looks down at the floor. 

“Could we just have a minute?” Kara asks, looking over at her sister. “Alone?” 

Alex hesitates. She looks from Kara, to Lena, then back at Kara. 

“We’ll be fine,” Kara adds and tilts her head towards Lena. “I’m okay.” 

“Okay.” Alex exhales. “I’ll be in the conference room.” 

Kara nods. She folds her hands together and scrapes the dried blood from beneath her fingernails as she waits for Lena’s rant to pick back up. After all, it isn’t like she doesn’t deserve it. She made a promise and she broke it. Broke Lena’s trust after years of building it up. 

But the spiral never comes. Lena’s silent as her eyes graze the med bay again, watching the monitors on the wall, and the cuts on Kara’s chin. 

“I… I’m sorry,” Kara speaks up eventually. She looks up with round, worried eyes, trying to feel out a response before she continues. “I didn’t want to make you mad.” 

“I’m not mad,” Lena responds. She drops her arms by her side and then picks them back up again so she can tap her thumbs together. She needs something to do with her hands so the pent-energy circling inside won’t start to seep out again. “I know, with the yelling, but…” 

She pauses and approaches the bed, sitting on the edge beside her girlfriend. 

“I’m not mad.” 

“I’d understand if you were,” Kara says. “I told you I’d wait and I didn’t.”

Lena nods. She gestures with her hand, her expression softening. When she goes to speak, all that comes out is a sigh. 

She looks down and folds her hands together. They’re shaking– it’s practically imperceivable but they are. Kara reaches out to gently cover them with her own. 

“You know, for three years I’ve been Supergirl without an anti-Kryptonite suit and I’ve always made it out okay,” she says. “And today was bad, I- I know how bad it was. But I’ll bounce back. I’ll be safer.” 

Again, Lena nods and her eyes gloss over. 

“I know.”

She smiles as she says it, the way she always does when she’s fighting back tears. 

“But you’re…” Sniffing, Lena reaches out to trace the area by Kara’s scrape with her thumb. “You’re all cut up. You’re– you’re bleeding. You never bleed.” 

“I’m okay,” Kara whispers. 

But Lena doesn’t believe her. She shakes her head and sets her hand down, beginning to fidget with her fingers once more. 

“You’re hurt.” 

“I am… a little.”

“I don’t like seeing you hurt.” 

“You’ve seen it before.” 

“And I didn’t like it then either.” 

Kara sighs. She reaches out to take Lena’s hand in hers, giving it a squeeze. 

“I’ll be okay,” she says again. “I promise.” 

“Yeah… you better be,” Lena says, her voice shaky. “Because I’m really fond of my girlfriend and I’d hate to lose her to some anti-Kryptonian creep.” 

“You’re not gonna lose me.” 

“Sure.” 

“You’re not.” 

Lena looks up and meets Kara’s eyes. 

“How am I supposed to believe that?” She asks. “All I asked for was two days to finish your suit… and you went out anyway.” 

Kara averts her gaze, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth. 

“And I know you’ll be fine this time. But what if next time is different? I don’t…” 

The words get caught in Lena’s throat. They’re heavy in her mouth, she wishes she could swallow them. 

“I can’t do this without you.” 

She isn’t sure what this is referring to. These relationships, these friendships, this job.

All Lena knows is she’s gotten used to her life and for the first time in as long as she can remember, she really fucking likes it. She likes that she gets to come home from work to her best friend and the penthouse they made a home together. She likes that there are two toothbrushes in the holder on her bathroom sink, and a pair of sneakers next to her heels by the front door. She likes that when Kara showers, she can hear her singing in the other room, and that they have Fast Food Fridays because, at the end of the week, neither of them ever wants to cook. 

So maybe it’s all of it. Lena likes her life– loves it, even. Kara is the one person she can’t imagine doing it without. 

“You won’t have to,” Kara breathes. “I promise.” 

Lena doesn’t say anything. She soaks in the silence until Kara feels ready to continue. 

“Today, when I fell and the wind got knocked out of me… I felt this… this rush. Like… you know how people talk about their life flashing before their eyes?” 

Lena nods. 

“It was like that except it wasn’t my life, it was like, I was seeing what I’d miss if… if something really did happen. It was all of these moments a- and all I could think was, I can’t miss this… I can’t not live it.” 

“What did you see?” Lena asks, her voice hardly above a whisper. 

“So much.” Kara smiles and sits up, leaning her weight on her hands. “It was me and you in this big house. And we had pets– a dog and a cat. And we were so happy.” 

Lena draws her bottom lip between her teeth, the corners of her mouth curling into a smile. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t had similar fantasies. 

“That sounds nice.” 

“Yeah,” Kara agrees. “And then I… I hit the ground and I knew I’d messed up. And I- I regretted it so much– I still do.”

Lena looks over at her. She wants to ask what that means, what all of it means. The flash forward and the regret, what it really is to mess up. But again, she’s quiet. 

“I want that life with you,” Kara continues. “And I was so stupid to risk it today when all you’d needed was two more days.”

“You’re not stupid.” 

“I know. But the choice I made was.” 

Lena nods. 

“I want the big house and the dogs and all of those moments with you. Supergirl is… I love Supergirl but you are my family. She’s just a job.” 

“Kara… what are you saying?” 

Kara smiles. Her heart’s beating so fast it could burst right out of her chest, but this feels right. It feels good.

And before she knows it, two more words have slipped out. “Marry me?” 

#supercorptober2023 #supercorp fanfiction #kara danvers #lena luthor

[beetlejuiceearrings]

Lovecraft themed

neopronouns + names and titles

So, for this one I actually pulled out my book of all Lovecraft's works, I got sorta carried away lol

Neopronouns:

Hypno/orryx/gloon/elder/Eldritch/(night/mare)/horror/(Love/craft)/bane/unpreakable/thon/(thou/thee/thy/thine/thyself)/Thuum'ha/eye/void/gruesome/rue/entity/prey/tower/endless/bat/corrupt/snake/(she/ser/pent)/(ser/pent)/dark/mass/(dark/god)/magma/mantle/greed/smoke/past/cosmo/cosmic/(cosmic/horror)/(death/star)/hydra/deity/insect/mortal/immortal/(myth/mythos)/lore/scroll/chaos/poem/spawn/grotesque/blood/orb/(ava/tar)/walker/hostile/(dream/lands)/dream/ill/fate/ancient/mystic/illusion/wisdom/life/death/shambles/flesh/spawn/ghast/travel/alone/isolation/(mad/madness)/gug/hunt/ooze/hound/repulse/fungi/(night/gaunt)/spider/venom/frog/hollow/ballad/dread/(forbidden/knowledge)/decadent/necro/(necro/nomicon)/ghostly/hideous/eerie/macabre/aeon/antediluvian/ancestor/(ata/vistic)/(bach/trachian)/(caco/dae/moniacal)/(charnel/house)/carnal/chthonian/cyclopean/(dae/mon)/effluence/sinister/foetid/foetor/pitch/viscous/gloam/gloom/dusk/ichor/ichyic/flicker/(lam/bent)/mausoleum/miasma/noisome/obdurate/ophidean/outre/piquant/pity/piteous/rugose/tomb/squamous/tenebrous/wail/lament/vapor/spectre/malign/morbid/dead/death/terror/loathsome/shriek/deform/vigil/neu/eager/odd/pulp/tentacle/sea/scaly/thin/faint/blasphem/accursed/curse/cursed/antiquarian/cymric/grotto/mist/heinous/abhorrent/celestial/existential/dread/discord/havoc/cruel/grim/grisly/horrid/strike/abyss/abyssal/doubt/foreboding/dismay/phobia/crypt/guilt/nyct/pain/shrill/drone/dire/stress/cry/rage/sleep/lurk/rat/shun/(sil/ver)/(clus/ter)/whisp/whisper/(shad/dow)/haunt/book/gate/secret/(grave/yard)/cave/ship/draft/mercy/voyage/strain/pierce/vulgar/gross/mere/nerve/hysteria/frantic/narrow/claw/fore/lost/labyrinthine/loss/despair/seer/abandon/fate/end/vain/occult/(lime/stone)/vigil/beast/dismay

Titles:

(Adding "The" in front of any of these makes it 10x better)

Nameless, Old One, Great Old One, Deep One, Outer God, Blind Dreamer, Tugging, Elder Deity, master of the Nightgaunt, Formless Spawn, Hound of Tindalos, Hunting Horror, Shantak, Spider of Leng,

Names:

Ash, Wilbur, Gan, Lavinia, Lena, Immanuelle, Kaaro, Kara, Noemí, Tommy, Vellitt, Ichor, Polaris

#🍯.neosuggestions #MOGAI #Lovecraft #eldritch #Lovecraft themed neopronouns #Eldritch themed neopronouns #neopronouns #neopronoun suggestions #mogai friendly

[oneshotnewbie]

Tempting Bad - Part II

Authors Note: Way too long and a little rushed, but I wanted to put everything you asked me into this request. I tried to shorten it a bit but I didn't succeed. So sorry for that! Also parted in two parts because Tumblr did not let me post the whole thing :(

Trigger warning! This one-shot includes the topic of suicide and the plot is presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

Summary: Life consists of small moments that shape us, stay in our memories and make us who we are. Often we don't even know what influence we have on other people, how we appear to the outside world and how we affect other people's lives. And this influence leaves traces

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Your eyes were swollen, your cheeks red and hot from crying when you got to your apartment and slammed the door shut. Leaning against it, you painfully slid down along the wood before pulling your knees close to your torso and burying your head deep in your arms.

With multiple, deep sobs you let out your pent-up sadness that had accumulated deep inside you while you felt a noose tighten around your neck and the ground pull out from under your feet.

You tried to calm yourself, which was not easy. The only thoughts floating around in your head were thoughts of hanging your life on the hook and your own death. Sobbing and completely lost, you gave these thoughts the strength they carried within and let them win.

For weeks, you put up with everything life has thrown at you, but the ground had been torn from under your feet.

Desperate and almost in a state of panic, you got up on shaky legs and immediately searched for a pen in various drawers before ripping the paper out of the printer on your way to the coffee table.

Totally lost in your own anger and destruction, you cleared the things that were on the table with a simple sweep of your arms onto the floor. The cracking and clinking of the glasses on the parquet floor were absent in your ears, the only focus laying on the blank sheet of paper. You began to write absent-mindely and after the first word, the pen just flew across the paper.

<Hey my beloved sisters, Pen and paper have been lying in front of me, scraps of thoughts flying back and forth, but nothing useful that would help me put into words what is going on inside of my mind. My classmates call me different than the rest of humanity. It hurts to see the disgusted looks and hear the nasty names they call me. Every day, I have to endure the teasing. Comments that make me miserable. Both of you had suspected something as I withdrew myself from you, watched my development in the last year of high school with growing concern. I suffered in silence, did not want to drag you into a fight that I had to master alone. But I had lost this incessant fight, my time on this earth is up and you are not to blame. The price I had to pay for being myself torments me. Excruciating pain as the cold grips me and my innocent blood dries up in my veins. I just wanted to feel complete, but what remains are deep burns on scarred flesh. Embracing flames, expressed in the form of insults and contempt, pull me deeper. Their dominant psyche and their whispering voices behind my back stifle my cries for help while their words bring me to my knees, slaughter my defenseless body every second of my school days. I want to be free. Free from everything but above all from the unspeakable pain that infects me with incurable venom. And that is why I say take care and do not cry over me. Nothing can be worse than years of cold bullying leading a young person to commit suicide. Kara, Alex. I love you. Forever and always, your Y/n>

Tears had smeared the ink between the lines, stains of them waving the paper. By now you had slumped off the couch onto the floor, one hand cupped over your mouth as you gazed into the distance in silence. Hurt with words and harmless statements, hurt with actions that brought you down.

You were rarely hurt physically, but the emotional pain caused your body to suffer as well. Why you deserved it, was uncertain. But it was cruel and you knew that pain would never go away living that way.

Meanwhile, you hurried through the apartment, trying to find a suitable place for the letter before you put it on the dresser near a picture of your sisters and yourself on one of the happy days. "I hope you forgive me,"

Whispering the last words into the void, you said goodbye to your place of rest, love and protection before you set off to carry out your plan. Walking the streets of National City among crowds, with the hood low over your face, you made your way off to a place you usually went whenever you needed to think.

A bridge with train track below, on which departing and arriving trains passed, noted by their loud noises. For the first time in forever, you felt like you were entering a foreign district, even though you had been coming her for years.

Your legs were heavy as lead and you could feel your heart trying to find a way up into your throat. Completely out of breath and trembling, you remained at the barrier and ignored the few looks you drew from joggers or walkers.

The adrenaline rushed through your body before you climbed over the barrier and were now standing on top of a two inch wide metal beam that kept you from a twenty meter free fall. Your heart was beating fast, blood pounding in your ears while your hands were shaking and a lump was forming in your throat.

You slowly put one foot in front of the other. When you got to the edge of the bridge, you stopped and enjoyed the wind blowing through your hair while you spread your arms like a birds wings. "Do not do it, doll. Please"

You flinched, staggered on the iron beam, but managed to keep your balance. You cocked your head to the side to see the person standing back on the slope and studied them, quickly realizing who it was before a small smile crept onto your lips. It was one of the very few people in your life who could stop you from taking the final step. "Lee, what are you doing here?"

"Kara called me in panic, asked if you were with me.." began the CEO of L-Corp to speak, carefully taking small steps towards you. The raven haired knew exactly where to look for you, had she known the places you went when you needed space and distance. "Come down and talk to me, please"

"Talk about what? There is nothing to talk about, nothing matters anymore,"

"What is on your mind and what led you to this decision. Please, break your silence," she spoke to you urgently and pleadingly. Her usually strong and spiteful voice had dropped into a worried tone, and seemed almost choked as she whispered, "Let me help you"

A cold shiver ran down your back and made your body tremble again, but your tears had dried up. You stood still and silent, your gaze directed to the train that was approaching from afar. "The daily insults so full of hatred have destroyed my soul," your throat went dry, like you did swallowed sand while feeling a cold pressure in your chest. "I can not go on living like this"

"You have an entire family behind you that is willing to help. You just need to talk to us"

Lena´s firm words mingled with your interrupted thoughts and made you sob quietly. For a moment, you felt dizzy and though you were going to fall. But it was just an illusion that made you cling to the railing even tighter, yet it brought you to a realization.

You wanted to live. For your family but above all for what was still ahead of you.

"It will get better, Y/n…" a phrase you have been trying to convince yourself many times over the past few days but failed every time. When those words came out of her mouth, they sounded real. Honest.

Your thoughts faltered briefly and you looked up at emerald green eyes that seemed to glitter in the setting sun. "Really?" you doubted, and your trembling legs retreated to the center of the platform. Standing right on the boundary between solid ground and the abyss, you laid your cold-shivering hands on the iron concrete and looked up again, feeling the icy wind blowing through your hair and making your tears seem colder on your skin.

As soon as the raven haired saw the chance, she grabbed you with an incredible strength and pulled you over the parapet into her arms. Her arms wrapped tightly around your body, holding you close with a firm grip and breathed out a sigh of relief.

Lena laid her head on your shoulder before her eyes closed and focused on your trembling body, which seemed to shatter under her embrace. Your heartbeat seemed to slow, your breathing evened out with the steady rise and fall of your chest. There was only sobbing and a slight hiccup that broke the silence. "Shh, I am here"

And you were more than grateful for that. Grateful, that she saved you from a mistake you probably pulled through if she had not shown up.

#fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #imagines #imagine #supergirl #kara danvers #karadanvers #baby danvers imagines #babydanvers #baby danvers x lena luthor #baby danvers #baby danvers imagine #baby danvers x danverssisters #baby danvers x kara danvers #baby danvers x alex danvers #baby danvers x supergirl #alex danvers x you #alex danvers x reader #alex danvers imagine #alex danvers imagines #alex danvers #alex danvers x baby danvers #alex danvers x y/n #alexdanvers x you #alexdanvers x babydanvers #alexdanvers imagines #alexdanvers x reader #alexdanvers #kara danvers x reader

[joanthangroff]

Hi, a fan of your queer Arrowverse gc series. So I'm caught up to part 3 but it's been a while since I last read the prev parts. And I realized that i'm a little dumb. What exactly were Snart and Bar arguing about? what was the misunderstanding? how did that lead up to Snart's arrest (i'm sure he took out his anger thru a stupid action)? And what did Mick meant when he said the gc was too selfish and "dumb to rec trauma"? it's a lot of q's but i need help understanding. thank you

Aw, thanks! Also you're not dumb, it was a pretty long arc, so you're fine!

Some of these are more elaborated in the interludes, which are Part 5 of the series technically. I named the Chapter Titles after the parts of the main au they correspent to, in case you missed that! There's quite a few missing scenes I put there and usually I added a note for that either before or after the chapters, but maybe I missed that a few times so I suggest checking it out every now and then.

But I'll summarize for you:

During Part 2, Bar goes to visit Kara (and in extension, Hal) for a while. While they're gone, Snart's father summons him to Iron Heights, claiming that he got injured to guilt trip Snart to visit him. It's all a ruse to make him work a job for him, which Snart refuses, but the fact that he still responds to his father like this and actually considered it made him spiral hard.

He tried to hide it, but when Bar comes back home and goes to visit their dad, Henry mentions how he's heard that Snart had been by. Bar is confused and a bit angry at him keeping it from them and confronts him, saying that Snart's father is awful and doesn't deserve his time. This whole thing happens in this interlude. Now, Snart is a self-sabotaging bastard and still pent up, so he's responds how he knows that about his father at least, implying that Bar won't admit the truth about their own. Since Snart has never shown any doubt in Henry (unknowingly to everyone he was the one who gave the CCPD reason for reinvestigating his case), this hits Bar hard and they take a break from the relationship.

Meanwhile Snart pulls back from everyone, keeping to himself. He leaves the groupchat and doesn't spend any time with any of the others. Then one day he's at Max Fuller's club and hears him talk shit about Oliver, using slurs, so he decked him. That's revealed in the look inside his phone in this chapter (its in the 3rd part so you wouldn't have come across it yet, sorry!). Snart going so far that he risks his probation alerts Mick because he was the one who was more into the whole turning over a new leaf thing, so he finally demands to know what the fuck even went on between Snart and Bar. Then he explains that Snart is apparently currently going through an episode triggered by his father and that's why he was such a douche to Bar. It's what made him say they're too dumb to recognize trauma.

Knowing that Snart was going through it doesn't negate what he told Bar, but they recognize that he hadn't fully been himself and then the two of them work on their relationship :) Here's an interlude for that!

You're absolutely fine for being confused! As I said, it was a long arc and I played with keeping things hidden for a while. Plus, if you took a break while reading, of course you wouldn't remember everything. I just want to thank you for reading and caring enough to contact me! ❤️

#yas answers #anonymous #gcau #pinned this post in case you havent seen this yet anon!!