i have not watched supergirl past like mid-season 2 but i stand with the supercorp shippers. supercorp is endgame and i don’t even go here
“Shall I call a car to drive you home, Ms. Luthor?”
“Thank you, Jess, but I’ve arranged for alternative transportation.”
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Imagine : Hunter Schafer as DCEU’s Supergirl/Superwoman
supergirl started filming again lads. just thought i’d warn you
When I was yours
Pairing: Lena Luthor x fem!reader
Summary: a imagine based off of Bruno Mars his song when I was your man
Warnings: none - words: 1628
My alarm rings signalling that I need to wake up. Turning to the side I look at the empty space next to me where Y/n used to lay, the bed hasn’t felt the same since she broke up with me, it’s colder, bigger, it never accrued to me before her.
Leaving the bed I walk into the kitchen to make some coffee, just to fill the silence of the room I turn on the radio, typically our song plays, at least it used to be our song. I wonder if she thinks of me when she hears it, it used to fill me with such joy seeing her sing along to the lyrics or the little dance moves she would do to make me laugh, now it just fills me with pain and regret. I turn the radio off rather having silence surround me then the memories of where everything went wrong.
Typing away on my computer I look up when Kara enters with a bag of what I can only guess is belly burger. She holds it up exited “I got your favourite! Thought I’d check in make sure you’d eat” she gives me a sympathetic smile, knowing that that duty was taken over by Y/n after we started dating. It must be hard for Kara too, I mean she’s still friends with her, as she is with me. Getting up from my chair I move to the couch where I sit down next to her. Kara starts rambling on about her day while I slowly chew on my fries, focusing on what she’s telling me “and then Y/n-” she stops herself waiting a moment to see my reaction “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to mention her like that” I give her the best smile I could “it’s fine, please continue” it’s hard saying it’s fine when every time I hear her name it feels like my whole body sinks in itself, it feels like my heart breaks the same as that day.
I know I’m not allowed to feel this way, I know it’s my own fault that I lost her, one of the best things to happen to me, one of the things that could have given me a normal life. I know I started putting things before her, my work, my projects, maybe even my insecurities which reminded me of my name, the unlovable Luthor, that made me unsure of if I needed her, but I did, I still do. Never would I have guessed it would get so bad that she would leave, I know it was hard for her too, that’s why she can’t talk to me, that’s why Ive never gotten the chance to clean up the mess I made.
Karas hand pulls me back to my thoughts when it lands on my knee “Lena, I wasn’t sure if I want to tell you this, but also don’t want you to find out from somewhere else, but Y/n she’s starting to date again, she’s going on one later today” this is the thing I’ve been fearing most, finding out that Y/n was able to move on from me. It hurts so bad, but I also know it was my fault, that I was wrong for everything I did. Now I’m to late to do anything against it, shes moving on and I’m happy for her, a part of me just wishes I could at least apologise for every mistake made. Standing up I walk to my desk “Kara where is her date?” Kara plays with her hands letting out a breath “I shouldn’t tell you, this was just so you knew” I give her a pleading look “look I know I hurt her, I know this is all my fault, but I also know she never got closure that’s the least I can give her” she nods slowly, getting up from the couch she informs me “she’s going to the coffee shop just down the road from Catco, her date is at six p.m so I assume she’ll be there at ten to six, so Lena that’s the time you have to talk to her” I nod cancelling anything that could interfere with me missing the time.
My hands are shaking, and my breathing is more then irregular, my feet feel like they keep getting slower the closer I approach the coffee shop. But the world stops when my eyes land on non other then my ex-girlfriend who is currently fixing her hair, a nervous trait of hers. My thoughts run wild when it becomes clear I’ve not prepared for this, how can I just walk up to her? But I have to do this. Before I know it I’m standing in front of a shocked face, more vulnerable then I have ever shown myself to her “hey Y/n” she doesn’t reply for a moment, till she clears her throat letting out a low “hey” she looks around as if she was making sure no one saw us together, or probably making sure her date hasn’t arrived yet “funny seeing you here, it’s early” she observes knowing I would usually be at my office right now “yes it is, but I knew you would be here and I needed to talk to you” she gives me a puzzled look by my responds “how did you- Kara” she answers her own question before I could even have the chance. She crosses her arms now moving uncomfortably “well what was it that you needed to say?” I sit down to which she straightens up a bit trying to look bigger, taller, stronger. Putting my hand over the other I start speaking not knowing what to say “you need closure, as do I, that night you left so abruptly, which I do not blame you for, I know very well I did you wrong I was selfish, and inexperienced in what it meant to be in a relationship, which also does not excuse my distance and behaviour” I look at her directly now, she meets my eyes not breaking contact with them, she needs this as much as I do. Y/n looks down now as if realisation hit her, looking down at her watch she lets out “I’m meeting someone Lena” the usage of my first name felt like salt on a wound, yet there wasn’t anything else I should have expected. Nodding I get up from the chair almost leaving, but I turn around to look at her one last time “look, I just want you to know, that I hope she treats you better, that she buys you flowers, violets your favourite, because you say you like the look of them, but I remember you telling me it was because you loved the poetry of Sappho that contained them, or that she holds your hand, because I know you used to want to hold mine, but I wouldn’t grab yours because I was scared what people would think, not of me, but I was scared they would think less of you for being with me, but trust me I wanted to take your hand anytime yours inched closer to mine, and she should give you every hour of the day when she can, my being so involved in work never made me noticed how much time I was spending there instead of just taking some time for you, all you would have wanted to do was go dancing, you loved dance more then anything and even that I was to blind to see in that time, she should honestly just do everything that I should have done when I was yours” tears were threatening to fall from my eyes, that isn’t what I want the last imagine of myself in Y/n’s mind to be, quickly I excuse myself “I’m sorry, I have to go, I hope she’s amazing” leaving as fast as possible, I try to find my way back to the building, when I do as soon as I enter my office I sit down on the couch with my face in my hands letting out a few silent tears.
Dragging my feet back home to my apartment I ignore the incoming phone calls from Kara just wanting to pour myself a glass of wine and sit down reflecting about how much I probably messed up today. Opening my door I go right to my kitchen getting a new bottle of wine opening it. Watching as the glass fills up I think back to when Y/n would accompany me to a gala looking so lost, but desperately trying to fit in, her taking a glass of red wine scrunching up her face slightly anytime she would drink from the glass since the taste was to strong or bitter. She might not know, but I saw it even if I always left her alone for most of the night feeling the need to talk to any businessman I could find who could be a potential partner in a project.
Taking a big sip of the drink I walk to the couch putting my hand threw my hair as I sit down. I twirl the drink around a bit going to turn the tv on. My head snaps to the door when there’s suddenly a rapid knocking on the door, not sure of who it could be I slowly move to the door. It had to be someone familiar, security would have handled it if it weren’t someone they knew, maybe Kara. When I open the door my surprise is evident by who it is “Lena.”
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supergirl characters as text posts pt. 1
Supergirl, Comet, Streaky, and Krypto.
all Lena Luthor stans know she’s some flavour of sapphic
soooo, let me get this straight
Morgana is Lena Luthor
Luther is Percival
Mordred is Otis
Jean, aka Otis’ mom, is Margaret Thatcher
Cenred is basically Lucifer
Ruadan is Davos Seaworth
Tywin Lannister is really Aredian
good ol’ Will is Gendry
Why does no one talk about how Andrea Rojas was the mean girl in A Cinderella Story??? 🤯
Taken Universe: Alex’s Omega
Trigger warnings: dom/sub, alpha/omega, spanking, punishment, takes place in a society where omegas are bought and sold to alphas. 18+ please
You wait on your knees, naked and exposed to the cold air, collar wrapped tightly around your neck bearing the initials: AD, signifying just who you belong to.
“Come on Lena it’s just a game.”
Les was well below her on the ground, telling her to climb just a little higher. She was at least fifteen feet up in a tree. Even though she could feel the branch beneath her feet drooping under her weight, she didn’t want to disappoint her brother, so she reached up for the next one. She pulled on it and it seemed strong enough. Until she tried to heave herself up onto it and it broke with a crack .
Her stomach dropped and the ground rushed up to meet her as she could hear her brother laugh. At the moment she should have collided with the ground though, she splashed into a pool.
“Come on Lena it’s just a game.”
Lex was sitting on the edge of the pool, telling her to tread water just a little longer. Her arms and legs felt like she’d been treading water for hours, trying to keep going just a little longer for her brother. Trying to keep her panic down because after her mother she’d had nightmares about drowning and where she was in water too deep to touch the bottom.