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team-science-mega-nerds · 5 years

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Any Stranger I Choose

When Lena comes barreling into Sam’s office holding a copy of CatCo’s magazine in one hand and a cup holder with two coffees sitting in it in the other, Sam knows that something is wrong. Actually, Sam’s first thought is: where’s Jess? Because usually if they have a situation that involves unscheduled meetings and coffee, then Lena has inevitably pissed off the Chinese investors or - God forbid - the Russians and that means a six-hour video conference that will force Sam to call a babysitter for Ruby. But Lena doesn’t look stressed or upset, just bordering on giddy in a way that Sam has never seen. Sam swivels her chair so that she’s facing Lena and waits, impatiently, for Lena to sit in front of her desk, place their coffees on coasters, and set the magazine in front of Sam. “Page thirteen” is all Lena says before she leans back in her chair and takes a slow drink of her coffee.

Sam knows that look and even though she feels like she’s being set up, she still opens the magazine and lands on a feature story titled “Outside of the Frame: Prestigious Photography Returns to National City for a Showstopper”. Sam arches a brow because - apparently - she must be missing something. “Okay...cool?”

“That’s Alex Danvers!” Lena says with a huge grin. “You’d probably know her better as the cinematographer for Alignment .” Sam’s eyes dart back to the article, she scans down a few lines and notes the hoard of awards listed including an Oscar for cinematography. “Remember how you kept posting your favorite shots from that movie on your Instagram? I can’t believe she’s back in town.”

“We’ll go to the show when it opens.” Sam tries to sound as chill as possible but Lena was right to show her this. Alignment was her favorite movie and she’ll certainly have the opening of this new art show booked in her calendar for months.

“Did you see what the new show is going to be about?”

“I assume it’ll be portraits, that’s what she’s known��” Sam stops talking when her eyes fall on the last line of the article: Danvers will be shooting a new collection titled ‘The Rise and Fall of Desire’ in which she will be depicting her subjects before, during, and after they orgasm.

Sam could scream. She could throw the magazine across the room and scream. This is why Lena came in here. This is really what she wanted to show her. Lena looks absolutely delighted. Sam knows her cheeks are warming. “She’s looking for new subjects. I mean, taking requests at least-.”

“Are you joking? You can’t do that! You run LCorp-.”

“Not me! You.” Lena rolls her eyes. “I think you should do it.”

“Me?” Sam is dumbfounded. “I...I could never do that. I have a daughter.” Sam says this like that’s the end of it. Lena continues sipping her coffee. Sam knows that she needs to say something more definitive, something to get Lena to back off. “Plus, you know I can never really...well you know .”

“Orgasm?” Lena sets her cup down. “Okay, first of all, Ruby doesn’t need to know about this. It’s a closed event and I doubt any of those boring soccer moms at Ruby's school even know what an art exhibit even is.”

“I’m a soccer mom,” Sam deadpans.

“And have you considered that the reason you haven’t had an orgasm is that you’ve only slept with Missionary Position A and B for your entire life?” Lena reaches across Sam’s desk and flips to the next page in the article. It’s a full page photo of Alex Danvers wearing stylishly tattered black jeans with some average t-shirt showing off her - many - tattoos. Her undercut is perfectly trimmed, her hair looks messy in the best way, and she’s looking right at the camera. Right at Sam. “Wow…”

“What?”

“You’re drooling!” Lena laughs. Sam closes the magazine and slides it across the desk to Lena. “Well, at any rate, I made a call to Shaun who called James who might know Alex from their war photography days and...you’re in.”

“What do you mean ‘I’m in’?” Sam looks at Lena, incredulous.

“There’s this whole application. Background check. I even had to send like ten photos too and apparently, Danvers wants to shoot you.” Right now, Sam would prefer to shoot herself. “I guess there was a huge waitlist but Alex bumped you up-.”

“What the fuck, Lena?!” Sam throws her body back dramatically in her chair. “Seriously, stop laughing or I’ll make you go bankrupt.” Sam closes her eyes. “Plus, she kinda sounds like an asshole. Choosing people based on how they look? Jerk.”

“I actually think James might’ve talked you up. And what do you care? If you aren’t doing it then it doesn’t matter.”

“But she did say yes? I feel like...well, if it’s something she’s considered...and maybe something she’s prepared for…” Sam doesn’t know how to say it. She doesn’t know how to say any of it. Lena knows that. She must know because Lena’s eyes have gone all soft and accommodating like she’s waiting for Sam to go vulnerable so that she can jump. Sam knows her best friend and she knows that there isn’t any maliciousness behind this offer. Just care. And love.

Lena’s probably right. Sam has dated all the wrong people - men - who had been so quick to get to fucking that they’d forgotten that it was a shared experience. Sam was technically out. Technically proud too. But her fears about being with another woman sexually were an issue, something that should be resolved sooner rather than later.

And it wasn’t just about men versus women. It was about the way that Sam felt in the presence of another woman. Completely seen. She’s never gotten past making out because she was frightened by the idea of not knowing what to do. How could she please another woman if she’d never even been able to get off on her own?

“You’re overthinking,” Lena asserts. She reaches across the desk and grabs Sam’s hands. “I think this might be good for you. The experience alone will be a great conversation starter.”

“I’m not saying yes.” Sam pretends to return to her work. “But I will think about it.”

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During their weekly brunch, Alex Danvers somehow finds a way to weasel into their conversation again. Sam certainly doesn’t bring it up but Jess is an art nerd so she’s already ranting and raving about Alex like she’s some kind of Annie Leibovitz. Lena has gone stark silent and that seems to spur Jess to ask, “I thought you liked her work. That one movie, right?”

“Alignment,” Lena supplies trying not to smile around her bite of kale.

“Oh my gosh, yes! So good. We should go to the show together. I bet she’ll do some kind of panel or even go around talking to people.”

“I’ll bet,” Sam mumbles.

“Sam might actually be meeting Alex.” Sam kicks Lena’s leg under the table.

“You’re meeting her?!”

“ Might, ” Lena clarifies. “As a subject for her next collection.”

“Lena…” Sam warns.

“The orgasm one? Holy shoot.” Though Sam usually finds Jess’s inability to say curse words enduring, right now she thinks ‘holy shit’ is a warranted expression of how crazy this situation is. “You have to do it. You have to.”

“So, I’ve been told.”

“I know her sister,” Jess tells them. Lena’s eyes widen. Lena was probably happy that Jess was on her side but she obviously didn’t know that tidbit of information. “I mean, she works at the food co-op on Tuesdays with me. Apparently, Alex is really cool. And smart. She was an anthropology major in college.”

“That’s great, Jess, but...I’m still on the fence.” Unlike Lena, Jess seems to take Sam’s apprehension as permission to continue to push her. Jess has all but abandoned her chorizo, egg, and potato hash and has moved on to twirling the mint leaf around in her sangria.

“Sam, this is the opportunity of a lifetime. Kara - that’s Alex’s sister by the way - she said that Alex really values her work and she really wants this project to impact the world and her subjects.” Jess is beaming. “I think that you’re scared. And that’s okay.”

“Feel the fear and do it anyway,” Lena adds, even though she knows she sounds dorky. “I guarantee you’ll have a great experience. Don’t do it for Alex’s sake, do it for yourself.” It’s right now that Sam realizes that she really can have it all. A good work life, great friends, and possibly more. What’s the harm in taking a very contained risk?

And in the two days since Lena’s has mentioned it, she’s been thinking about just taking the plunge. She can meet one of her favorite artists, be a part of the work that she admires, and Alex seems...passionate. Sam read a few articles about her and it was clear that Alex took great pride in everything she did. If Sam was going to try - and fail - to have an orgasm in front of anyone, Alex wouldn’t be the last person she'd chose.

“For the record, I’m not scared,” Sam says with all the confidence of a lying liar who lies.

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Sam is terrified. Ever since she sent the okay email to the a_danvers photography email, she has been a nervous wreck. Alex obviously had an assistant because the email reply was devoid of any emotion and Sam was told to arrive at 135 Miller St. Apartment 209 at 8 pm. After extensive research on the building, she’d determined that she’d be meeting at a high-end loft downtown and even though it would be a breeze to get to from LCorp, Sam was very uneasy about going to someone’s apartment to do...this.

It didn’t matter how much information Jess could dig up, Sam struggles to trust anyone that easily, so she made sure to bring mace on her drive over. Even as she approached the building, wearing a high waisted pink pencil skirt and a white silk blouse, Sam was nervous that she was going to do the wrong thing. Say the wrong thing. Alex would take one look at her deer in headlights face and send her away in favor of another subject someone who was easier to deal with. Someone braver. Hotter.

When Sam knocked at the door, her fist pushed it open. She was too shy to step in, afraid of intruding, but then she heard the distant call, “Come in,” and she pressed forward. The loft was less of a home and more of a frantic mess of moving boxes in one area, a half-organized kitchen, a “living space” that was just a couch and a coffee table with a few mugs on it, and a bedroom area. That’s where Alex was. She must have been finishing setting up because she had a dirty rag slung over her shoulder like a mechanic as she tweaked one of the light fixtures.

All Sam could focus on right now was the bed. Light lavender colored comforter, a nightstand with a few books and a mug sitting on it, and big fluffy pillows that looked very inviting. It was a king sized bed, Sam knew that because hers was smaller. “Samantha, I assume.” Alex tosses the rag onto a stool near her camera equipment and approaches Sam with her hand out. Sam takes it.

“Sam is fine.”

“Oh, Sam it is.” Alex looks much more midwest-kind in person. Her tattoos that usually make her look tough are actually quite beautiful and alluring in person. Her handshake is firm though and she has a look in her eyes that is perfectly inviting. Sam calms down ever so slightly. “Here, let me take that for you.” Alex takes Sam’s purse and puts it somewhere off to the side. Sam’s eyes are drawn to the art that Alex has apparently just started putting on the walls. They’re unique pieces, things that Sam is almost sure haven’t been in any of her shows. “Did you find the place okay?”

“Yeah, it was close to where I work.” Sam doesn’t know what she should do. Join Alex near the kitchen island or continue standing in the middle of the room.

“Right. LCorp.” Alex goes to her fridge and opens it. “Drink? I’ve got water, some weird hippie shit my sister made, juice, beer…” Sam would take eight shots of anything if that was available but she isn’t sure that she should be drinking.

“Water is fine.” Sam does join her now. She enjoys the way Alex seems confused by every element of the simple process. First, she doesn’t know where the glasses are. Then she can’t figure out how to work the ice dispenser. It lightens the mood enough for Sam to laugh. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s...everything is new here. My assistant bought me all this fancy bullshit.” Alex hands Sam the glass with a smile. “I’m just a simple kid at heart.” Sam watches Alex go from the kitchen to a desk, rummage around, and come back with a few papers and a pen. “So, let’s get all the boring stuff out of the way.” Alex sets a document in front of Sam. “For this project, I’ve written out my artist’s statement, preliminary show info, and...well, obviously, due to the sensitive nature of this project the final gallery will only be photos that my models approve of. But it’s a series of three photos, so I need at least one series in order for that model to be included.”

Alex could be telling Sam that the Earth is flat and she’d be nodding along. Alex is more attractive in person. It’s the movement. She doesn’t talk with her hands but with her eyes. She says everything like it’s the truth, and Sam knows that she’ll be going through with this just because it’s what Alex wants. “Okay.”

“I know I just threw a lot at you. Just wanna check in and to make sure that you know that we can stop at any time.” Alex waits for Sam to nod again before she hands over the pen. “I’ve also done a few sessions with some of the models. Actually one of the male models had to go because his dog bit his neighbor-.”

“Oh, you don’t just do this with women?”

Alex blinks a few times, confused. “Uh...no? This project is for everyone, including those outside of the binary.” Alex leads Sam toward the bed where Sam awkwardly holds the water glass and does not sit down. “Actually, the most difficult thing for people is the lights. I’m open to rescheduling in the morning if that’s more your speed. Natural light can be a game changer.”

“No, I think I’m okay.” Sam isn’t okay and if the way Alex is looking at her is any indication: Alex knows that Sam is nervous.

“Here, why don’t you take a seat.” Sam does and Alex takes the glass from her and places it on the nightstand. Alex sits beside her, not crowding her, just being there for a moment. “Like I said earlier, you don’t have to do this. My work usually isn’t easy but I like knowing that you’ve gotten something out of it too. Why did you decide to do this?”

“Oh, Jesus.” Sam looks away from Alex. “I don’t...I wanted to prove something, I think. To myself.” Sam sighs. “I wanted to try something different. You’re actually...I admire your work.”

“Thanks,” Alex seems taken aback by the compliment. “Well, I think you can do this, Sam. Just think about what makes you feel good.” Alex grabs her camera and sits on the stool by the bed. “I haven’t masturbated in front of other people often but you can pretend I’m not even here if you want.” Wait...what?

“You’re not…” Sam can hear the shock in her voice. “I thought you were…”

“Is everything alright?”

“No, it’s...I’m an idiot. I thought that you were a part of this whole process. You know like…”

“Sex?” Alex lets her camera hang around her neck. “Oh. No, it’s...it’s more of a masturbation thing. Shit, that must not have been clear. I’m so sorry.” Sam wishes she could disappear. She wishes the Earth was flat so she could jump off the edge.

“No, I’m sorry. That just means that I can’t do this. I’ve never...oh, god.” Sam sucks it up. There’s no way that she could be more embarrassed than she is now. “I’ve never had an orgasm. Not with my partners, not on my own. There’s just...something wrong with me, I guess.”

“Hang on, let’s not go there.” Alex looks at Sam thoughtfully. “What if we just took a few test shots? Please say no if I’m pushing you but my work is about fun. Not about climaxing.” Alex motions to her camera. “We should have fun.” Alex looks so earnest and genuine. Sam is very much aware of the fact that she thought she was coming here to get fucked by Alex, so having a little bit of fun is tame in comparison.

“Sure.” Sam smiles. She likes the mischevious look in Alex’s eyes.

“You checked ‘yes’ for nudity on your contract, are you still okay with that?”

“Yes.”

“Cool.” Alex raises her camera and snaps a photo. Sam isn’t sure she was supposed to be posing or ready or doing anything, Alex looks playful, so Sam plays. One thing that Sam learns two photos in is that she loves being watched. Even with a lens between them, Sam can tell that Alex is enjoying herself so kicking off her shoes comes naturally. Sam slides back onto the bed a little more and Alex comes closer.

Sam feels sexy. Alex is being professional but Sam wants Alex to look at her differently. Not playfully, not casually, Sam wants to be wanted. Sam unbuttons the top button of her blouse and then another. “Can you help me with the rest of these?” Sam and Alex both know that Sam doesn’t need help but Alex still reaches forward, unbuttoning the last three buttons with practiced ease.

Her blouse is still tucked into her skirt, Sam reaches to pull it out, but Alex holds up her hand. “Hold on.” It’s the most demanding Alex has been so far. She stays focused on her shot. She likes the way Sam looks right now. Half-dressed, beginning to be naked. It’s the middle ground that catches her eye, Sam will have to remember that. “Look at me.” Sam likes being told what to do. She’s always in control, always in charge, she enjoys that subtle dominance. It makes her get ideas. It makes her look at Alex differently. “Okay.” Alex untucks Sam’s blouse for her. She has soft fingers. One hand on silk the other on her camera, Alex has yet to look at Sam except through the lens.

Sam starts to let her shirt fall off her body, but Alex grabs her arm, leaving one shoulder completely exposed and the other covered. “Wait, I like you like this.”

“Like this?”

“Yes.” Alex has long moved on from her stool. Now she’s hovering around and over Sam, photo after photo, the room gets warmer and warmer. “You still doing okay?”Better than okay , Sam thinks. She can vaguely feel the dampness of her panties and her nipples are prodding at her bra. Her body is telling her to expose herself completely. Her body wants Alex.

“Yeah, I’m…” Sam doesn’t know what she is. Horny? Charmed? “Am I doing okay?”

“Are you kidding? You’re amazing.” Alex lowers the camera and smiles at her. Sam notices the little droplet of sweat running down the side of Alex’s face. Her hair looks so totally grabbable. “You look beautiful, Sam.”

“I think I want to try.” Sam surprises herself by saying this so boldly. Alex tries to stay emotionally consistent, nodding her head. “But if it doesn’t happen-.”

“It’ll be okay. I won’t be upset or disappointed,” Alex assures her. “Do you want to get further on the bed? Take more clothes off?”

“You’d like that, huh?”

“I’m not opposed to it.”

“I think I’ll stay as I am.” Sam, apparently, wants this more than she realized. There’s something about being half dressed, with another woman watching her, that makes Sam ready to push up her skirt just enough so that her hand can easily reach where it needs to go. Sam wonders if Alex looked at all her subjects like she’s looking at her now. Hungry eyes. That’s the way someone looks at another person when they’re ready to devour them. “I’m nervous.”

“Close your eyes. Pretend I’m not here.” Sam scoots back on the bed and closes her eyes. She reaches her hand down, rubs her fingers along her underwear, feels herself. It’s a marvel really, the idea that Sam has only had missionary sex in the dark, and now Alex Danvers is getting a full view of her masturbating. Sam is okay with it, completely. Turned on by the whole thing more than she probably should be too.

“Can I take these off?”

“If you want.” Alex’s voice is breathy. There’s desire there, Sam knows it. The lack of hesitation is what keeps Sam going. It’s what makes her touch herself without even thinking about the fact that someone else is there. Sam startles herself when she moans. She’d expected silence. Most noises she made during sex were fake but this is the first time she’s heard herself experience pleasure in this way. Sam stops suddenly, afraid that she sounds strange. Different.

That Alex won’t like her.

“Sorry, I need…” Sam opens her eyes and pulls down her skirt. “I usually don’t feel touch that intensely.”

“Was it bad?”

“No.”

“I’m sorry you stopped then.” Alex sets down her camera. It looks like a move of finality. Like Sam has broken a rule and they can never go back. “Can I tell you something?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Obviously, I have a job to do, but I actually do care about how this experience is for you. And you looked like...well, I think you were having fun. I think you know your body better than you think.” Alex takes a deep breath. “So if you want to do another session, we should.”

“Really?”

“Of course.” Alex runs her fingers through her hair. “And, for the record, tell your partner that they need to eat you out.” Sam’s face warms as she tugs on her shirt.

“I don’t have a partner and even if I did, the people I’ve been with don’t like doing that.”

“I do.” Alex ducks her head. “I just meant that there are people who do enjoy that.” Sam has already put her shirt back on but she briefly considers yanking it off and telling Alex to prove it . Is this flirting? Or is this just how Alex is?

“Why?”

“Hm?”

“Why do you enjoy it?”

“I’m a sucker for validation. A woman pushing and pulling on my hair is something I like. I like to tease too, bring her to the edge, get her groaning and begging...I don’t know, all that is a big turn on.” Alex keeps looking at Sam like she’s waiting. Alex seems like she wants permission. Like she’d love to hear Sam begging. “You should go.”

“Probably. Do you want me to?”

“No.” Alex thinks for a second. “Come back tomorrow though, if you want.”

“None of this is weird for you?”

“Not really.” Alex shrugs. “Here, I’ll give you my number. We don’t have to set up an exact time but you can text me when you’re ready. If you’re ready.”

“Okay, sounds good.” Sam struggles to put on her shoes. She’s about to walk to the door when she sees Alex lean down and pick something up. It takes Sam a moment to realize that it’s her underwear, still damp, flung carelessly on the ground just a few minutes ago.

“These are nice, black lace. I like them.” Alex grabs Sam’s phone and enters her number. “I’ll keep them for you.” Alex has tapped into something subconscious. Something Sam didn’t even know about herself.

“What if I don’t come back?”

“You’ll come back. And you will come.”

“You promise?” They should be kissing right now. Sam wants to tear off her clothes, she wants to tear off Alex’s clothes. They should be naked. Touching. Fucking.

“I promise.” It doesn’t make sense for her to leave. But she does. Though it’s a chore to drive home, Sam manages to compose herself just enough to follow a few laws properly. Thankfully Ruby is spending the night at her best friends house and going to the pool tomorrow morning, which means Sam is completely free to…

Not text Alex.

She knows it wouldn’t be wise. Her sexual frustrations were on full display earlier and knowing that the answer to her problems was just one text away, well that was a problem. Alex was nothing like the other people that Sam has dated. She’s confident, not cocky. Her style is simple but fresh. Jess was right, Alex is smart. And Sam wishes that Alex could use her brains to understand that she would do anything to get Alex to touch her.

So Sam texted even though she shouldn’t.

[sam]: hey, it’s Sam. Are you thinking of maybe taking photos of yourself?

Sam throws her phone onto her bed and resigns herself to taking a shower. A very cold and miserable one spent thinking of everything except Alex Danvers. She really does need to get a grip, which is probably easier said than done, but if she’s really going to show up there tomorrow then she can’t be this desperate. After Alex changes into a comfortable t-shirt, brushes her teeth, and half-asses her routine, she returns to bed where she scoops up her phone and sees that Alex has texted her twice.

[alex]: not sure yet

[alex]: what do you think?

[sam]: you should, i think your fans would be interested in seeing that

[alex]: you mean you?

Sam rolls her eyes. She takes it back. Alex is cocky, not that it matters to her. She’s just happy that Alex responded. Is this what desperation feels like? The thrill of a stupid text message coming through. If Sam wanted, she could’ve figured all this shit out in her early twenties, now she’s coming through right at thirty trying - and probably failing - at starting an ill-advised fling with someone she admires.

[sam]: I’ll see you tomorrow

This is not the smartest thing Sam has ever done. It’s a mess of impulsivity and the unrelenting desire to be touched. But Sam is a big girl and so is Alex and if they both want this to go somewhere, then it should. If Sam really wants to be touched and craved the way she’s wanted for so long, then tomorrow was her best shot.

[alex]: I can’t wait ;-)

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#agentreign #sam arias #alex danvers #lena luthor #jess the secretary #supergirl #fic: any stranger I choose #this is gonna be 3 chapters so look out for updates #also feel free to talk to me about this because this was just one of those 'OH GOTTA WRITE THAT' things

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randomthingsthatilike1 · 5 years

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You know, sometimes the things I see on this website about Lena just make me go ???????? (and here is going to be some constructive criticism. Key word here! This is not bashing or hate but genuinely thoughtful and sincere critique about a character I love and often seen wobified by fandom)

Because Lena isn’t her family and she’s not responsible for their actions, but at the same time Lena is a billionaire. With a B. I am reminded a bit about what I’ve seen people say why they don’t like the modern day royal family, the Queen especially—sure they didn’t quite play a role in some of the atrocities their family committed and are innocent of those acts, but because of those acts they are still benefiting—and Lena is still benefitting from plenty of pretty damning things that her family did.

It would be one thing if like. Lillian and Lex and Lionel were just straight up murderers and she was suffering by guilty by association, and therefore didn’t actually derive anything from that, but she benefits from the profits made by their anti-alien technology—she’s not a self-made person suffering from mere stigma. She wants to be better than her family, and I genuinely do think she is better! But this is about how she can grow!

Lena is a billionaire and that has implications, but I think I’ve only ever read one fic that really explored that? Because if she is a billionaire, and knows that the former head of security is a xenophobic murderer, and she has in her possession several devices that can be used as weapons against humans and aliens alike, as we see with the anti-xray glass, with Kryptonite, with the device she made at the gala, with the Lexo suit, and god possibly the most dangerous and most innocuous looking one of all, the alien detection device (a device that outs you to any business or place of employment or residence or friend that requires you to take it, while also selling something meant to conceal your identity as an alien as well? Not great moral optics there). The actions of her family are not her fault, but the subsequent actions she takes are her responsibility.

Now, someone was going to take over LuthorCorp, and I do agree that it is better Lena, who does genuinely care about being a good person, than one of Lillian or Lex’s cronies. Bad shit could have happened. You can’t just get rid of a multibillion corporation overnight either without very bad consequences—jobs lost, stock market in tatters, etc etc. But, Lena’s still a billionaire. Funding this out of her own pocket if she absolutely had to—and she probably wouldn’t, since bad security looks really bad to the public and clients and the board would not want to have inventions and prototypes stolen.

Lena’s a billionaire. Let’s explore that.

This is a corporation. A corporation is, despite Citizens United (fuck that ruling), not a person. The first security breach wouldn’t be her fault, or even maybe the second, but consider that Metallo was able to steal Kryptonite, Lillian’s goons were able to throw her off the balcony in their attempts to get the information they wanted, and now this with Mercy—a pattern is being established.

Yeah, Lena, you may not use it against Supergirl but that is irrelevant if your security is so bad that the xenophobic people who would use it against Supergirl can easily enough break in and steal weapons. If it can’t be kept safe from the people who would use them to cause egregious harm, then it shouldn’t exist!

(this is one of the main arguments for gun control. If you can’t keep a gun securely in your house where other irresponsible people can find it and use it accidentally or on purpose that shouldn’t, then it should not be in your house.) Sure, that may seem unrealistic, and you may be then bringing up examples in your head of people and companies and organizations that don’t do this, but then ask yourself—are they good people? And if your argument is why Lena as the CEO of LCorp can’t do this without risking profits, then again, this ties back into Lena being a billionaire has interesting moral ramifications and they should be explored.

And yes, I am including the DEO in this answer. So many times I see oh what Lena does vs what the DEO does, especially regarding Kryptonite but they can both be wrong.

Sure, you may be saying she can’t guarantee that—well if that’s the case then do not make any life ending weapons. Lena is not a starving scientist type with a gun to her head; Lena Luthor has billions of dollars. She can completely afford to redo her security, and as long as others will be harmed if she does not then she has an obligation to do so.

The DEO is also her employer and a government agency who’s also tortured her aunt—they don’t have any obligation to listen to Kara, and she probably thinks she’ll be ignored. Lena is her friend, who’s life she’s saved several times—persuading your friend vs. persuading the US government? Yeah, I would go with trying to change the mind of the friend.

The DEO is a black ops government program started about 14 years ago originally headed by a very xenophobic man who hunted down not just Fort Rozz aliens but also J’onn and probably countless other innocents and is the reason why Alex grew up without a father. The only reason why J’onn took over is because he had to, and even still had to play the part of Hank Henshaw, a known xenophobe. Also, for a government organization, 14 years isn’t all that long to be working there—there are definitely people who have been a part of the DEO since the beginning still working for that organization, especially since it is nationwide, possibly even worldwide considering Alex in the first ep was on her way to Geneva. Shit happened at the DEO. (To quote James from season 1, the DEO is “a secret Guantanamo, and it’s not just for aliens anymore.” They torture aliens, hold them without parole, without trial, without a lawyer, definitely not complying with Geneva standards for holding and for bringing them in. What part of the DEO is not Guantanamo?)

And these are the people who recruited Kara’s sister and shot her out of the sky and are trained to take her down and tortured her aunt in front of her as Kara begged them for mercy. I wonder why she didn’t protest too much oh yeah IT’S BECAUSE KARA HAS VERY LITTLE INFLUENCE WITH ACTUAL DEO POLICY BEYOND WHAT SHE CAN CONVINCE J’ONN AND ALEX OF. AND GENERAL LANE CAN AND HAS TAKEN OVER WHEN HE WANTS.

The DEO has always been bad. It’s just been less bad with J’onn and Alex at the helm. But anyway. Back to the main point

Do you know how many times I’ve seen on this website “eat the rich”—and I am not at all saying you can’t like Lena because she is a billionaire. This is a fictional show. It is not real life. But it should be talked about.

With CatCo, they had one security breach, and it turned out to be an internal one. The consequences of that were on the shoulders of Cat Grant alone, and she was fully willing to pay the consequences herself and the only reason why she didn’t step down from CatCo is the last-minute save from Kara and friends. CatCo is a media empire built from the ground up by Cat herself, who’s talked about the consequences of her actions shaping her future direction—she thinks about the actress with the abusive husband every day, knowing that it wasn’t her fault but it was her responsibility as a reporter to say what she saw—and she didn’t. Inaction in itself has consequences.

They’re both willing to face the consequences of their actions��but Cat is the one who is a well known Democrat, who left her multi million dollar company to pursue public service, the whole: “ that’s why we do what we do. That’s why we’re driven to tell the truth. Not only because we want to be good journalists, but because we also want to be good people” and yes with Kara’s help, trying to elevate the conversation, valuing loyalty and integrity beyond just what it could potentially bring to CatCo (that video of Supergirl letting that Fort Rozz escapee go could have brought so much traffic to CatCo, but that wasn’t the point. Compare with the alien IDer. And. Well. We’re getting to the pretty damn grey area).

Cat is willing to do things that are for the benefit of National City and potentially the world at the expense of her company. That isn’t the case with Lena. Lena wants to be a good person! She does! But her motivations for being a good scientist haven’t, even as a kid, been “I am doing this directly because I want to be a good person”—we have seen time and time again that Lena’s main priority is LCorp, and doing what is in the best interest of her company. I am not going to stop harping on the alien identification device because it is horrific and this is something Lena, not her family but Lena, has done in an attempt to increase LCorp’s bottom line.

I am not at all saying Cat is perfect and without flaws and Lena is not, since I just finished detailing one of Cat’s past mistakes (and I’m not going on to detail Cat’s flaws and mistakes, which I have done in the past, because this is about Lena and I’ve counted this now--it’s a total of 2.1k and I’m tired) but when shit happens at CatCo it’s usually something that only affects Cat and her employees, or something unexpected—like really, having one of your employees spontaneously develop superpowers? Unexpected. You really can’t get security for that shit—and there are very few cyber security breaches (Winn is brilliant, but he’s also just one person. There are plenty of people L Corp could hire to deal with cyber security issue, and they have one if they were able to be hacked from the Cloud—and that hacking was human, predictable, and preventable.

I really did appreciate the single Lena/Kara scene past episode, because I keep seeing as well “oh but the DEO has Kryptonite and that’s fine”—clearly, as we saw this past episode, it is very much not fine that the DEO had Kryptonite since Kara almost d i e d. Lena very well have been asking herself this question—and we see this episode that for Kara it is equally bad. This is not a witch hunt because her last name is Luthor but as we see this episode there are very bad things that can happen when people can steal Kryptonite. Kara is the only one who suffers. Katie’s acting choices were great—she was genuinely shaken and concerned as she sees the scenario that Supergirl was most afraid of happening concerning Kryptonite happen—and happen only to her. Everyone else was fine—but Kara lay seizing in the hospital bed from the device that she created (although let me be clear—this one is completely on the DEO. They were the ones who were supposed to be guarding the device, they were the ones with the stolen Kryptonite that was entered into the atmosphere, it was their agent and their security breach that caused this, they were the ones who took responsibility for the device—and dropped the ball).

Lena sees Supergirl on a hospital bed, and hell if she didn’t realize Supergirl was Kara before Lena almost definitely did, staring as she watched the person she loved more than anyone else in the world fade away before her eyes and this is what she was talking about before. This is what she was worried about—it’s an understandable fear. They took the Kryptonite from the DEO, but if they didn’t get a mole, would they have turned to L Corp? Would they try to break in, and succeed?

Would this be because of her? She wouldn’t have deployed the weapon the used herself but she would have created everything they used to do it. Kryptonite isn’t used for anything except as a weapon. This isn’t about Lena “going evil,” or becoming like her family. This is about how just because Lena is willing to be the one who pays the price for her actions and the risks that she takes doesn’t mean that someone else wont.

Tl;dr the 2.1k word monstrosity: Lena is not her family and she isnt evil but oh my god shes the CEO of a multibillion dollar company that makes weapons and still benefits from the actions of her family, and who's main priority has always been her company. Shes not just a perfect ideal who can do no wrong or cant improve--shes done a lot of good but just look at the alien detection device--shes done a lot of wrong too.

#supergirl #lena luthor #kara danvers #cat grant #alex danvers #j'onn j'onzz #all of these characters tbh have at least like #200?300? words each?

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fangzeronos · 5 years

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A Luthor and A Super Ch. 7

Ch. 1/Ch. 2/Ch. 3/Ch. 4/Ch. 5/Ch.6

As the New Year rang in for Kara, Lena, and the rest of National City, the unrest at Agent Liberty’s declaration became louder and louder. The outcry for Supergirl to reveal herself to the city was making it impossible for Kara to do her duty, as well as being thrown out of scenes by Colonel Haley was making things more difficult, as was Alex telling her to stay out of things. Kara decided it was best if Supergirl disappeared, and she folded the suit and stuffed it in a box on the floor of the closet before walking out and turning on the news to the same reports for the last weeks.

“If you know who I am, why shouldn’t Supergirl tell us who she is?! It’s only fair! Force the leech tell us her name! Who are you, Supergirl!? You’ll have to answer soon, you know!” The camera cut to Supergirl, hovering over the prison and looking upset and worried all at once before she turned and flew off, Lockwood’s laughter lingering on the air.

“We’re two months since Professor Lockwood was arrested and booked into the men’s prison. Crime in the city has spiked since Supergirl has not shown up to several gunfights, fires, or crises that could have used her help, leaving many to wonder if she ever cared about National City or was just in it for the fame and glory. Was Agent Liberty right? Should Supergirl reveal herself to the world? We’re going to be exploring that topic tonight at 10,” the news reporter said before it cut to a commercial.

Kara sighed, drawing her knees up and shutting off the television. She buried her face in her arms, shaking a bit as tears fell down her cheeks. “What do I do…?” she muttered.

The door to the apartment shut, and Lena sighed as she set her bag on the counter. “Kara?”

Kara looked over and smiled a little, even though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Hi, Lee,” she whispered, getting up and wiping her eyes softly.

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” Lena asked, putting her hands against Kara’s cheeks. “Why are you crying?”

Kara sighed softly, looking down. “News again,” she said. “They’re saying that Supergirl was only in the hero job for the fame and glory and that’s not true. I did it because I loved it. But after all of this mess with Lockwood, I don’t even like looking at that suit anymore. It makes me feel wrong when I put it on. Everyone hounding me for who I am, why I do what I do…I can’t take it.”

Lena nodded, wrapping her arms around Kara. “It’s ok, baby,” she said. “If you need to take a break, then take one. Nobody’s going to fault you for that. It’s just burnout. You’ve been doing Supergirl nonstop for almost four years, and It’s not your fault that you’re tired of it. Lockwood’s just a stain on the carpet anymore, so we don’t have to worry about him.”

Kara nodded, burying her face against Lena’s neck. “Maybe I should just go public,” she said.

“No! I will not let you do that,” Lena said. “If there is one thing I will not let you do, even though you are a grown ass adult, is give up your identity. If the entire world knew, Alex would be in danger, your mom would be in danger. It’s too big of a risk.”

“But not being Supergirl is a bigger risk, Lena!” Kara said, pulling away and running her hands in her hair softly. “Not going out there and stopping gunfights and fires and boat accidents and whatever else happens in this city is a bigger risk. I’m letting people die because I’m scared! I’m a horrible person because I’m letting this happen.”

“No, you’re not,” Lena said, biting her lip softly. “Kara, you are the most selfless person I have ever known. You’re just in a slump.”

Kara started to say something, but her phone rang. “Alex?” she asked as she picked it up. She answered it and put it on speaker “Alex, what’s wrong?”

“Turn on the news. Right now.”

Lena ran over and turned the television on, seeing a breaking news report on the screen.

“We interrupt Press Your Luck for a special news report. James Olsen, former CEO of CatCo has just come forward with the identity of Supergirl. The man known as Guardian has recently been seen working with the Children of Liberty, and he says he knows Supergirl’s identity and can put that to rest with photographic evidence to back it up. We’re going live to our reporter on the street at the waterfront with Mr. Olsen right now. Katrina?”

“Thanks, Caity,” Katrina said, turning to James. “Mr. Olsen, you say you have proof of Supergirl’s identity and can back it up?” “Yes, Katrina,” James said. “I worked with Supergirl for three and a half years at CatCo. Supergirl’s real name is Kara Danvers, reporter for CatCo Worldwide Media.” He turned his tablet and showed the pictures side-by-side, tapping them and overlaying the pictures where Kara and Supergirl overlapped with nothing out of place but her glasses. “She pretends to be human, but she’s just like Superman, complete with the paper-thin disguise.”

“Kara Danvers? She always seemed—”

“Innocent and klutzy? Yeah, that’s the disguise. Glasses and a ponytail aren’t really a disguise and anyone that thinks otherwise is only fooling themselves,” James said.

Kara narrowed her eyes, heat vision blasting the television.

“Kara!” Lena yelled, jumping backward.

“Lena? Are you alright?” Alex asked.

“Fine,” Lena said. “She’s just, uh…blown up the television with her heat vision.”

“That slimy son of a bitch!” Kara snapped, setting her phone down so she didn’t break it. “I trusted him! I told him everything and I trusted him! And he does this?! He better be glad Clark’s off world right now. James, you bastard!”

“Kara, sweetie, calm down,” Lena said, putting her hand on Kara’s arm. “Kara, please. Just breathe and listen to me. We can do damage control. We can fix this.”

“No, we can’t!” Kara yelled, slamming her hand in the wall and breaking the bricks. “We can’t fix this, Lena! That two-faced son of a bitch just ruined everything!” She collapsed onto the ground, wrapping her arms around herself as she started crying, drawing her knees up and burying her face in her hands.

“Alex, I’ll call you back,” Lena said, hanging up Kara’s phone and walking over to her. She sat beside her girlfriend, wrapping her arm around her tightly. “What did you tell me once? This is just a setback. You’re going to get up after having a good cry and a teeny pity party, and you’re going to come back stronger then you were when you got brought down. You are my hero, Kara Danvers, and a stuck up, selfish, self-righteous prick is going to take that away from you.” She kissed Kara’s head, rubbing her arm softly. “Dry off those tears, sweetie. We’ll set up a conference and we can smooth this over.”

“If I don’t go to prison,” Kara whispered. “For lying, cheating the government, obstruction, whatever else Haley wants to throw at me…”

For the next week, Kara refused to leave the apartment except for work, even though she’d get questions and things thrown at her by the anti-alien civilians, just brushing it all off and not letting it show that it affected her. She’d spent two hours on the phone with Cat Grant on the seventh day after James told the world, the conversation she was oddly grateful for.

“Listen to me, Kara. You lied to protect your family, and I can respect that. Even though you know I had my suspicions for a long time, especially since you’d go to “lunch” and come back and smell like smoke or your hair would be wet, or you’d be in a different cardigan and a skirt instead of those tackily awful pantsuits you’d wear. I cannot say I’m surprised in Mr. Olsen, but considering this wasn’t his story to tell, I hope you give this bastard hell,” she’d said.

“Ms. Grant, you know I won’t do that. I don’t hurt people with my powers. Not intentionally. James…he’s just a gnat I don’t want to spend any more time on. Lena, thank Rao, hasn’t fired me from CatCo, but I haven’t been given any good stories. I’ve been running sports and fashion with Nia mostly. Someone else covers the Supergirl stuff, considering it’d be a conflict of interest if I did it. Self-promotion is what Snapper called it. After he called me every trashy name in the world. Lena, bless her, tried to put him in his place, but he still does it. I just don’t listen…I can’t stand it,” Kara said, sniffling softly and wiping her eyes.

Cat sighed. “Maybe I should come and set Mr. Carr straight,” she said. “Or unstick his head from his ass.” She was silent for a minute, getting up and pacing her office in DC. “Can’t you get another job somewhere? Less public? What qualifications do you have?”

Kara thought. “Well...I was in the Science Guild on Krypton. I was training to be a scientist like my father. It’s how we were able to stop Reign. I used what I remembered as a girl to work with Lena. Maybe I can work for LCorp’s science department. Put my big brain to use.”

“Well, there you go! You have a plan. Now you just have to execute the plan,” Cat said. “I’m going to be in National City tomorrow. We’ll talk more then, Kara. Alright?”

Kara, for the first time in a week, actually smiled. “Alright. How about I meet you at the airport?”

“I think I’d like that,” Cat said. “I’ll see you soon, dear.”

“Ok. And Ms. Grant?”

“Yes, Keira?” Cat asked, hearing Kara laugh at the mispronunciation of her name that used to annoy her so much.

“Thank you,” Kara said. “For…everything. The job at CatCo, believing in me, not being angry I lied to you.”

Cat smiled, putting her hand over her heart. “You’re welcome, sweetheart. Now. Hang up the phone and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Kara said, hanging up and sighing.

On the eighth day since being outed, Kara stood in front of CatCo with Lena and Cat behind her, a press conference set up at her request. She bit her lip softly, watching the flashing cameras. She felt Lena’s hand on her back, turning and looking at her girlfriend who nodded. Kara nodded, stepping forward and standing at the podium.

“Thank you all for coming today,” she said. She took a deep breath and sighed, looking at the crowd. “The reports from James Olsen, however much I wish they weren’t, are true. My name is Kara Danvers, but my real name is Kara Zor-El. I’m from the planet Krypton. I was sent to Earth as a child to watch over my cousin Kal-El, Superman, and help him learn about Krypton. My pod, however, was knocked off course by Krypton’s destruction. I spent over twenty years in a space called the Phantom Zone where time does not flow. When I landed on Earth, my cousin was grown up and saving the world already, and I was still thirteen.”

“Why hide who you were?” a reporter asked.

Kara sighed. “I hid because if I didn’t, the people I loved would have been in danger. It’s why the people I consider friends who also do the hero thing wear masks. My mask…just happened to be a scrunchie and glasses, letting me use my normal look as Supergirl.” She wrapped her arms around herself softly, looking down. “I know I lied to everyone for so long. My family knew, my girlfriend knew, and my closest friends knew, but…I couldn’t let anyone in because I didn’t want people getting hurt because of me.”

“And that’s why you’re going to be arrested for treason,” Colonel Haley said, walking up. “Stay where you are, Ms. Danvers. If you try and run or fly away, I’ve got snipers set with Kryptonite rounds to subdue you.” She walked forward and took out a pair of handcuffs. “Turn around.”

“No,” Kara said. “You can’t arrest me for protecting a secret to keep my family safe. This is wrong.”

“And so is lying to the government,” Haley said.

“Oh, like the fact that the DEO is not public record, yet has a fully staffed army that’s been deployed in the city numerous times?” Lena asked. “Yeah, figure that out. She worked for an organization that isn’t even on the government record, and you’re going to arrest her? That’s bullshit and you know it.”

“Stay out of this, Luthor,” Haley threatened. “Or you’re going away alongside her for aiding and abetting. Don’t push your luck with me, rich girl.”

Lena narrowed her eyes. “Don’t try me, bitch. You’re fucking with the wrong women.”

“Besides, Colonel, I can call President Baker, and have you removed,” Cat said with a step forward, narrowing her eyes and looking at the other woman.

“Actually, Secretary Grant, you can’t,” Haley said. “Since this order came directly from the President.”

Kara sighed, looking at Lena and Cat. “It’s fine,” she said, shaking her head softly. “It’s alright, Lena, Cat. I’ll…I’ll go.” She turned and grabbed Lena, kissing her softly and closing her eyes. “I’ll be home soon. I promise. I’ve got a friend that can help me.”

Lena nodded softly, wrapping her arms around Kara’s neck and kissing her back, whimpering softly. “I love you,” she whispered. “Come back to me, Kara. You have to come back to me.”

“I will, baby,” Kara whispered, resting her forehead against Lena’s. She walked over and hugged Cat, sighing softly. “Thank you for trying to help, Ms. Grant.”

Cat shook her head. “You don’t thank me, Kara. Not after all you’ve done for me and this city.”

Kara walked over and held her hands out for Haley, the Colonel slapping the cuffs on. Kara just stood blank faced, the slam not even hurting her wrists. “You can tell your snipers to stand down. Since I’m going peacefully, you can’t shoot me. Plus, and this is the most important part, Colonel, I’m not even using my powers, so you have no reason to have armed men on the rooftops,” she said, cocking an eyebrow.

“All teams, stand down,” Haley said. She grabbed Kara’s arm and led her away, slamming the door of an SUV after shoving Kara in and getting in the drivers’ side. “All units, report back to the DEO.”

Ten minutes later, Kara was being thrown into a cell, the cell being flooded with red sun energy to take her powers away, leaving her weak as she sank onto the bed. She drew her knees up, shaking as she looked down.

Alex walked out of the conference room, heading into the main ops and seeing Haley looking smug. “What in the hell did you do?” she asked, her eyes livid. “Why is she in a cell? Snipes with Kryptonite rounds?! Are you out of your goddamn mind!?”

“Watch your tone, Director Danvers. Or your sister is going to be the least of your worries,” Haley said. “You’re lucky I don’t throw you into that cell with her for lying and falsifying information to government agencies. She came quietly, my use of force was unneeded.”

Alex rolled her eyes, her hands shaking as she turned away, looking at the monitors. She smirked as she turned up the volume on the main television.

“National City continues to get interesting. With last weeks reveal of Supergirl’s real identity, it’s been revealed by LCorp and CatCo WorldWide CEO Lena Luthor that there is a sanctioned and secret government operation in the city called the DEO. Our reporters captured everything this afternoon at Ms. Danvers press conference outside of CatCo,” the reporter said.

As the footage played, including Kara’s goodbye to Lena and arrest, it cut to the streets in a live feed, showing people protesting Kara’s arrest and ordering her release.

“It seems National City citizens are eager to see Supergirl fly once again. That shot’s coming from downtown National City near the Mayor’s office, protesters coming from all corners of the city. We’re going to keep coverage on this as it happens.”

Alex smirked. “Looks like you’re fucked, Haley,” she said. “And not in a fun way. You’re going to get on the horn, get the President to let my sister out of that cell, and you will leave my organization, or I will find a way to get you fired or relocated to the Arctic digging for Santa’s Workshop. Understand me?”

“You have no authority, Director Danvers,” Haley growled. “Not over me, considering I’m directly under the president.”

“Yeah, you’re got his dick so far down your throat you’re hanging off his balls when he stands up,” Alex growled, getting in Haley’s face. “You’re in my organization, so do what I’m telling you. Now.”

“Go to hell,” Haley spat, turning and storming out.

“You first, bitch.”

#SuperCorp #Supergirl #Kara Danvers #Lena Luthor #Shit is getting real for the girl

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mooosicaldreamz · 7 years

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Cat Grant sets up Kara and Lena

this one took forever, anon friend!!!!!!!! feel excited that i devoted this much time and effort to this. also??? i’m still doing this prompt extravaganza to celebrate 1k followers, so send ‘em if you got ‘em. also? my baeta is back in america but she’s busy being jetlagged, so this is unedited and long and don’t judge me on my mistakes.

“Kiera,” a voice says, just behind Kara, and she startles so badly she whacks her desk, and it cracks just the littlest bit under her hand. She had been so entranced in a video about this dog named Terrance who had rescued a little boy from a pond that she hadn’t heard Cat Grant saunter up behind her.

“I see you are earning your salary,” she says, when Kara manages to turn around and fumble out of the video window. She’s smirking at Kara, as if she can read her mind - which is terrifying to think about, but probably possible. She should ask J’onn how to know when someone is reading your mind - if there’s a way to know at all.

“Well, I’m on my lunch break,” Kara says. She tries to grin as widely as possible. That had almost always distracted Ms. Grant from a lecture, but it becomes apparent that perhaps she hadn’t come down to the bullpen to terrify Kara into doing her work, because she waves her hand around in the air as though this detail is irrelevant.

“I have heard something extraordinary from James,” Cat says. Kara blinks, tries to imagine what that could possibly be, but thankfully, Cat keeps talking. “He told me that you’ve befriended Lena Luthor.”

Kara smiles at the mention of her best friend, and then frowns when Cat’s eyes widen in surprise, one hand coming to rest on Kara’s desk as she stares down at Kara.

“Um, yes?” Kara says. She is friends with Lena - she needs to call Lena, actually, about setting up dinner, she should write that down -

Before Kara can grab ahold of a post-it note, Cat snaps her fingers in front of Kara’s face.

“Kara Danvers,” Cat says, and she watches Kara some more as Kara blinks up at her boss.

“Yes,” Kara says. “That’s me.”

“Lena Luthor,” Cat says, now looking contemplative and crossing her arms. Kara feels like an auxiliary part of this conversation - Cat is clearly only interacting with herself at this point. So she subtly grabs ahold of her post-it note and writes down Lena’s name, drawing a little heart underneath her name so she remembers to call. When she looks back up from the pad of paper, Cat is staring down at it.

“Is there - something I can do for you, Ms. Grant?” Kara asks. Cat turns away without a word then, marching away from her desk, back toward her own office. Kara blinks, watching her walk away, then turns back to her desk, picks up her phone, calls Lena.

The next day, Kara wakes up to an avalanche of text messages and so many Twitter notifications that she thinks her phone might vibrate itself to death. When she gingerly starts to probe the root of the problem - maybe her new article about the shoe factory had somehow blown up? - she nearly breaks her phone when she sees the heart of the problem.

On Cruze Gossip’s main page, there’s a photo of her and Lena sitting outside on some rooftop patio, having drinks. It’s from last night, Kara’s sure of it - how had she not seen the photographer? Lena’s got her hand on Kara’s knee, laughing uproariously, and Kara is laughing at Lena, her arm resting on the back of the couch behind Lena. It’s a nice photo, one that Kara would consider framing and keeping for herself. But the caption beneath it hints at the real problem: Lena Luthor and girlfriend Kara Danvers enjoy dinner at Ringo.

Oh no.

At work, several people stare at her when she manages to wade through the crowd of reporters from other companies hanging around outside the CatCo entrance. The bullpen actually falls silent when she walks in, and Snapper yelps for her to get in his office. When she scrambles her way in, he looks at her with a look of such immense disappointment that she feels like she’s been sent backward in time.

“Gonna say this once, Danvers,” he says, rubbing his forehead. “You don’t sleep with the people you’re interviewing.”

“I’m not - no, Snapper - ” Kara says, but he throws his hand around in the air, as though he doesn’t have time to listen to Kara fumble around for an explanation.

“No more L Corp stories for you,” he says. “Get back to your transpo story.”

“I don’t understand,” Lena says, laughing as Kara rubs at her eyes. They’re in some restaurant, meeting for lunch that apparently valued privacy, according to Lena. “Why are you freaking out again?”

“Because people think - people think we’re dating,” Kara whispers, leaning so far across the table that she nearly gets her hair set on fire by the candle in the middle of the table. It can’t really catch on fire, but Lena looks concerned anyway, moving the candle out of Kara’s way.

“Yes,” Lena says, reaching for her glass of wine and taking a sip. She says nothing else.

“Well, we’re - we’re - ” Kara says, stumbling over the words as she watches Lena swallow her wine and raise an eyebrow at her.

“Isn’t Cruze Gossip owned by CatCo? The editor probably works in your building,” Lena suggests, setting the glass of wine on the table just as the waiter arrives with the three orders of fancy breadsticks they had ordered as an appetizer. Kara almost claps in excitement, and Lena laughs as she restrains herself from doing so. She barely waits for the waiter to walk away before she shoves one in her mouth, and it tastes so amazing -

“Oh my God, I love you,” Kara says, staring down at the basket of breadsticks on the table. Lena laughs then, even louder.

Kara Danvers proclaims love for girlfriend Lena Luthor in romantic lunch is the headline, barely three hours after she gets back to CatCo, toting another round of breadsticks to keep her well-fed while she finishes out her workday. Kara actually hears the alerts come through, looks up at the screens tracking high-ranking digital stories and their current hits to see the story with her name on it climbing in hits so fast that the screen can’t keep up.

“No!” Kara says, standing from her desk and looking around in the room for an ally. None of them will look her in the eye. So she leaves, eats a breadstick while she walks to the elevator, frantically pressing at the button for the floor labelled with Cruze Gossip, ignoring the sly looks of the other people in the elevator.

When she walks out of the elevator, Cat Grant is standing there, talking to a woman with a shock of green hair and a smile that turns sly when she turns to look at Kara.

“If it isn’t the star of the show,” she says. Kara frowns, crosses her arms, glares at this person.

“I’m not dating Lena Luthor,” she says, and then frowns some more, coming closer to look at the woman more closely. She recognizes her now - she’s the editor of Cruze, who Cat had roundly loved and demanded be sent the “nice” Christmas cards - Samantha Topper. “Can you - please stop?”

“Would you tell me if you were dating Lena Luthor?” Samantha asks, and Kara gapes at this woman.

“It’s no one’s business who I date - and I’m not dating her, and it’s - it’s slander,” Kara says.

“Yeah, I don’t think it’s an attack on your character to claim you could be dating a hot CEO,” Samantha says, rolling her eyes.

“And Kiera, it would be libel,” Cat says, looking bored. “For the record.”

Kara groans, and stomps right back out of the Cruze offices.

“Is there a possibility that maybe you are actually dating Lena?” Alex asks. Kara’s eating a morose order of breadsticks, watching the television screen as the Cruze Newz details the salacious love affair of Kara Danvers and Lena Luthor. Apparently they had been introduced by Supergirl, and had fallen in love very quickly. They even had anonymous quotes from CatCo and LCorp employees detailing their various dates.

“I think I would know if I were dating Lena,” Kara scoffs, taking a vicious bite of the breadstick as footage comes up from the gala that the armed men had attacked. There she was, laughing with Lena as Lena touched her arm.

“I’m just saying,” Alex says. “You’re not great at social cues sometimes. You guys barely go a day without seeing each other. You don’t shut up about her. Last week, when you were drunk, you told me all about how you thought she was the prettiest girl alive and you apologized to me seven times for saying she was prettier than me.”

“I’m not - I don’t - I don’t even - “

“Right,” Alex says. “Just thought I’d put the possibility in the ether.”

“Lena doesn’t even like girls,” Kara says, shoving the rest of her breadstick in her mouth as Alex starts guffawing.

“I want you to remember this moment before you google Lena Luthor’s dating history later tonight.”

“Oh no,” Kara whispers, thumb hovering over a blurry photo of Lena kissing a woman in a beautiful dress at some event from four years ago.

Lena Luthor seen buying flowers in Midtown. Could they be for Kara Danvers?

She watches the story climb in hits, frowning unhappily until she spots the delivery man walking through the bullpen’s doors, carrying a beautiful bouquet of tulips adorned with a playful note that reads: For my once and forever girlfriend, complete with a drawing of a smiley face with its tongue stuck out.

They meet for dinner at a little bistro around the corner from LCorp, where Kara orders way too many crepes and Lena tells her all about her board meeting and how Jess had requested extra security be devoted to keeping reporters away from the front entrance.

“I’m sorry,” Kara says, reaching out across the small table and placing her hand on Lena’s. “I tried to talk to the editor, but she sort of hates me, I think.”

“It’s fine, Kara,” Lena says, smiling gently and genuinely, turning her hand palm up to grip Kara’s fingers. “I’ve been the subject of rumors my whole life. Being connected to you is by far one of the more flattering ones.”

“Right,” Kara says, watching her and Lena’s fingers lace together on the tabletop. “Right.”

“Did you ask how the editor even got on the story? We’ve been friends for much longer than these articles have been popping up,” Lena asks, reaching out with her fork to nab a bite of crepe off Kara’s plate. She lets Lena do it, and that’s how Kara knows - oh no, that’s how she knows. Alex is going to smirk so much.

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” Kara asks, leaning closer to Lena across their tiny table, gripping at her fingers as gently as possible. Lena blinks, and Kara watches as she nearly chokes on the crepe. But once she manages to swallow, she smiles, so prettily that Kara can’t help but grin back.

Nice! #Karlena caught kissing on the corner is the next headline, and Kara is grinning probably way too much as she’s kissing Lena in the photo, and she probably grins too much when she sees it roll across the boards in the office. There are some titters and a small noise of someone - Kara can’t place the voice - whispering nice one, Danvers.

“Don’t tell me you’ve come here to tell me to pull the article,” Samantha says, when Kara strolls into her office. “It’s real news.”

“I wanted to say thank you, actually,” Kara says, plopping a box of breadsticks on Samantha’s desk. Samantha leans back in her chair, looks up at Kara and squints before she shrugs, looking back down at her computer.

“Don’t thank me,” Samantha says. “I got a tip from someone.”

“Who?” Kara asks, mostly out of curiosity - she’ll have to order another box of breadsticks as a gift for that person, too.

“A reporter never reveals their sources,” Samantha says, waving her pen in the air before she picks out a breadstick from the box and starts eating it.

“Kiera,” Cat’s voice sounds from behind Kara, once again catching her doing something a little strange - this time, she’s texting Lena furiously, and she’s definitely on her lunch break, so she can’t be lectured, but Cat is talking more, uncaring about Kara’s squeak of surprise.

“I can only assume you’ll be attending the LCorp charity gala this weekend with your significant other,” Cat says. Kara nods, and Cat smiles then, a cheshire cat grin that fills all across her face.

“Good. I’ll see you there,” she says, and then she’s sauntering away. Kara watches her go, mostly confused, but then she hears a soft my work here is done and she can’t help but smile at Cat’s retreating form.

She turns back to the texting, and can’t shake the smile from her face for the rest of the day.

#cassie writes fic #1K FOLLOWER EXTRAVAGANZA #and who are you exactly #breadsticks are the mvp of this lil ficlet #i feel like im forgetting a tag but whatevs

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Afternoon Delight →

“It has definitely been a busy morning for National City’s very own hero. Supergirl has already prevented five armed robberies, delivered a litter of puppies and given one very lucky tugboat owner, some extra help hauling a tanker. She’s done a lot more than me!”

“Don’t forget that I almost got to keep one of the puppies, and that I cooked! I think that is truly the story National City should know,” So, maybe talking to her tv wasn’t the most normal thing to do, but she’s done a lot weirder things and Kara was pretty sure, nothing was going to be able to bring down her day. To say she was in some post romance, post ‘I have a lady’, post ‘that lady is very good at what she does’ bliss, would be an understatement. Her time with Lena had been a highlight, a bigger one than she’d had in a long time and now, she was feeling pretty amazing going into the start of her week.

So amazing in fact, that she had actually found the extra time to cook her lunch for the day. Which was something she hadn’t done since she had first started working at CatCo. Once she had her little lunch kit (which was another thing she didn’t even remember having) packed Kara paused just as she went to pack away the left overs for another time. Glancing between the containers in her hand and her lunch kit sitting on the counter that was when she got an idea.

It might not be the best idea and she had no idea how it would actually play out, but she decided to go for it.

Setting everything back on the counter she moved to quickly look back through her cupboards. She’d thought she’d spotted another one during her digging and after moving a few cookbooks aside Kara was instantly beaming.

“Ah ha!” placing the second lunch kit on the counter she took a second to clean it off, just in case, before packing up a second lunch. Using her freeze breath to make a second little ice pack she nodded in approval once she had both packed. Perfect.

Adding both lunches to her bag she made quick work of changing for work and heading off to officially start her Kara Danvers day.

***

Her day just seemed to continue to go up as during the editorial meeting for the week, Snapper not only brought attention to the article she had written about the skate park opening up, but he’d also complimented her on it. She was pretty sure she had to be dreaming now, considering that was one thing she never figured would have happened. Considering she had written that article after meeting with Lena about the contract, she figured part of her could chalk this moment up to Lena putting her in a good mood then as well.

Walking out of the meeting with compliments and a new assignment Kara was positive she was beaming.

Flipping to a new page in her notebook she absently started writing down notes and ideas for her new article, startling slightly as she heard a voice behind her.

“Well, someone had a good weekend.”

Glancing over her shoulder she smiled as her gaze fell on James before shrugging slightly. “I did, it was amazing. How was yours?” She hadn’t really been in a room alone with James since their little mishap the last time Lena had showed up at Catco, so Kara would admit she was surprised and impressed that James was approaching her first.

“Mine was alright, you know same old. I had a question for you actually,”

Turning around she set her notebook aside, leaning against the desk as she gave James her full attention. “Sure, what’s up?”

“I was just thinking earlier, about when Clark was here. And you had thoughts about moving to Metropolis...”

Furrowing her brows for a moment Kara tried to figure out where he was going with this but she was coming up blank.

“And I was thinking, how would you feel about Supergirl having a partner?”

“I...Well...” That definitely wasn’t what she had been expecting. “I mean, I don’t really think it would be needed. Plus when I have teamed up with people before, like Barry and Clark, that was different. They have abilities like me, plus Clark is family. And I can’t really see myself teaming up with anyone already locked up by the DEO,” she pointed out with a small chuckle. “But I’m also not thinking about moving again, any time soon. If that was also going to be another question,”

“Nah, nah...It was just, something I was thinking about,”

Still looking slightly confused Kara nodded a bit. “Okay, oh! Have you talked to Winn lately? I would still really like to do that superhero-ing night together. If you’d want to go that is, I know you might not want to but I’d really think it could be-”

“I’ll be there Kara. I wouldn’t miss it,”

“Really? Okay...awesome!”

Glancing over at the desk once more and noticing the time Kara instantly perked up. “Oh! I have to go,”

“Go? Where are you going?”

“I mean, I’m coming back of course. I’m just taking my lunch or whatever. I wanted to ask you if I could actually have a bit of an extended lunch today since I do have a stop to make.”

“I...Yeah, that’s fine. Just don’t be too late coming back,”

Quickly scrambling to clean up her stuff Kara nodded. “I won’t, thanks James!”

***

Walking into the LCorp building had been just as intimidating as it was the first time, especially considering the fact she was in red and white, she stood out almost embarrassingly so. But Kara was excited. Carefully tucking the white rose she’d gotten on her way over into her bag, since the last thing she knew people needed to see was her walking into Lena’s office with a flower, she smoothed her hands over her dress, adjusted her cardigan and her glasses before nodding a little to herself.

Taking a tiny step out of the elevator once she knew she was on the right floor Kara made her way to the receptionist desk, trying to ignore the stares she could already feel.

“Um, hi. Is Miss Luthor here? I was hoping to quickly see her. But if she’s busy I can always just come back another time or later. Or I suppose I could just drop off what I brought with you if she-”

“She can see you.”

Instantly perking up Kara grinned only to furrow her brow as instead of leading her anywhere, or even getting up the secretary just held an expectant hand out. “I do have to ask however, that you take out what you wish to bring to her. You can’t be too careful,”

Well, Kara had to admit at least she liked that Lena’s staff worried about her safety, but then again she figured it was probably part of their job. “Um, right...” already feeling her cheeks heating up Kara opened her bag, digging around in it before pulling out the small lunch kit she had packed for Lena as well as the flower. Gently setting both on the desk she took a small glance around, noticing all eyes were definitely still on her and it only seemed to get worse when the secretary looked through the lunch kit, making sure it was all fine before setting it back on the desk, giving her a very confused but also highly amused expression.

“I...You know, people get busy...They don’t”

“Aren’t you that reporter?”

“What?”

“Yeah, I knew I recognized you. You were here a few months ago, nearly tripped over our coffee table, gave Alana that freaky bruise. Well, I’m sure Miss Luthor will be rather intrigued with your visit, follow me”

Before she could pipe up and point out that she didn’t actually trip the woman was standing and Kara was quick to grab her things off the desk, shyly fidgeting with her glasses as she followed her. She had to admit, she never thought she’d be back here. Let alone be back here because she was contract dating the CEO. “Is um, is everyone going to keep staring?”

“Probably.”

“Oh..” taking a tiny deep breath Kara was glad her hands were full now, as it kept her from fidgeting. But once she was waiting outside the double doors as the secretary was busy talking to Lena Kara was quick to re-arrange everything in her hands to make sure they at least looked cute together, well as cute as a lunch kit and a rose could look.

“Miss Luthor, there is a girl here to see you. She has a...delivery, of sorts.”

Huffing a little Kara rocked on her toes, she figured she could have said it at least a little less creepy, she just had to hope Lena didn’t decide to just say no and make her leave.

“I...She knows who I am,” she informed quietly, glancing at shyly at the secretary before back down at the stuff in her hands.

#para #p: Afternoon Delight #p: 014

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