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ceolenaluthor​:

Lena looks over the photo for a moment, she looks good in Kara’s jacket. It wasn’t even about her attractiveness, she liked Kara’s last name emblazoned on her back, picturing for a moment how much she would love to be the one wearing her girlfriend’s jacket during games and cheering on the blonde goalkeeper.

Banishing those thoughts quickly, she bites her lip. Kara was doing her a favor, and a very inconvenient one at that when Lillian got involved. She shouldn’t be lusting after her in any way. 

“I think I’m going to write ‘I’m the only one who can score when she’s goalkeeper.” Lena says with a little smirk, writing out the caption. “Are you okay with that?” She asks, chuckling at her own play on words.

“I’d love to watch a movie.” Lena agrees, reaching out to have a bit more of her wine so she could focus on the spirit and not how close Kara was to her at the moment. “Is it your turn or my turn to pick?”

“oh, that’s clever,” kara laughs indulgently at lena’s caption, finding herself particularly excited to see the post, herself. there’s still a tiny part in that is suddenly hesitant to continue with this idea, but hey — this is her idea after all. it wouldn’t be very attractive of her to not stand her ground, no?

she glances up at lena when she poses a question, and shrugs her shoulders with the tiniest of smiles curling on her lips. “your turn,” she replies, already moving away to get lena’s laptop, where she conveniently has her account logged in because, well, her laptop is just much better than her own. “also, do you wanna watch down here or should i set up my screen?”

the screen she’s talking about is mounted on the wall opposite to the one above her head in her little loft, accentuated by a fairly decent sound system. it’s the one investment she’s most proud of. to think that she’s finally inviting lena to her loft, a part of her is a little bit anxious of what lena would think... but.

“either way, you know, it’d be nice. actually, you know what? let’s watch down here. you don’t have to see all that mess on my bed.”

#k&l: 002 #k&l: ongoing #// i've risen from the dead again 🥺 #am i still welcome ma'am?

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😠😏😠

#( ` her ) #kara from far away: MY QUEEN

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#( ` her ) #christ #the way kara would drop dead on the spot if she sees lena in this attire

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ceolenaluthor​:

Lena takes a moment to look through the pictures, lips curling into a smile as she finds a few she likes. “I want to post this one.” Lena says, tilting the phone so Kara can see, a particular photo of Lena in the jacket, looking over her shoulder so the words “Zor-El” on her back are very clearly in the frame. “I think this photo would give my mother an aneurysm. Which, would serve her right.” Lena mumbles under her breath, before setting the phone to the side so she can pay attention to Kara’s responses to her onslaught of questions.

She chuckles a bit as Kara starts to speak. To be perfectly honest, what Kara was describing wasn’t far off from the truth. There had always been an unspoken draw between them, that hadn’t been explored in any way for a while because they both had other commitments: Lena her busy social life, and Kara her life in athletics. It was a while before they had allowed that draw to bring them into the intimate friendship they had now forged. Her green eyes meet Kara’s when Kara tosses away her suggestion of a lame move and a stray thought goes through Lena’s mind wondering what Kara’s moves were, as the blonde seems resolute in she describes how she’d kiss her forehead. Lena’s mouth falls open a little, her breathing a bit more ragged as Kara comes closer and closer, and for a moment, Lena wonders it Kara intends on acting out the action she’s describing before she stops. Lena herself is a bit flushed so close to the blonde, and she has to take a deeper breath to still herself before she speaks. “Yeah that…that seems really…b-believable.” Lena stutters out, reaching for her wine glass and promptly finishing it. “And I, after you kissed my forehead I looked up in surprise, wondering if you meant to do it, if it was platonic or not.” Lena continues, green eyes focused on Kara. “Then I kissed your lips, showing you how I felt about you kissing my forehead and we…well we never looked back from that. I come to your soccer games and cheer you on in your jacket, and you’re on my arm scaring off trolls like Edge when I host a party. Or, at least we tell my mother that’s the way it is.” Lena says, though a part of her imagines how good it would feel standing in the stands in Kara’s jacket, taunting the other team as her “girlfriend” did incredible work on the field.

“I’m going to post it now, last change to back out dear.”

the smile that spreads on kara’s lips is so wide and gleeful, she’s practically beaming down at lena because, yes, definitely; what lena is saying is more likely to happen than any other scenario. really, it’s something that she sees herself doing, because in real life, there is no way she’d ever initiate something like a kiss on the lips with lena — that is, unless she’s given obvious consent to do so, and lena making the first move is definitely a good enough show of consent for her.

she catches herself, though, and immediately adjusts her face because there’s no way in hell she’ll allow herself to get caught in all this pretense. she’s there to help lena, her roommate and slowly-becoming best friend. despite not having any romantic interest in lena, although she’ll acknowledge her physical attraction, she knows pretending to be lena’s girlfriend is the least worst thing in the world. if anything, it might just be the best thing to happen to her yet this year. 

who knows what’s in store for her in the future, right?

“go ahead,” she gestures with a slight nod of her head, moving so her hips is resting against the counter, beside lena’s thigh — though she wouldn’t have minded wedging herself between her roommate’s legs. she’s not entirely sure if that’s a thing that they can do during this pretend relationship. 

“what are you going to write?” she asks, picking up her own glass to finish the rest of what’s inside. “caption, i mean— oh, and after? want to watch a movie?”

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ceolenaluthor‌:

“Of course. It feels more natural to call you a Danvers. And I did honestly wonder if Alex was your biological sister when I first met her because of how you two act.” Lena teases with a little smile. She raises an eyebrow, thoroughly confused when Kara lets go of her hands and jogs off, but a bright smile spreads upon her lips when Kara returns, her soccer jacket in her hands.

Lena puts it on eagerly, twirling in it and checking how she looks in the reflection of a window. “Oh I like this.” She says with a little smile, silently enjoying how much the jacket smells like Kara. It seemed to radiate her warmth, even if it was just an article of clothing. “Do I look like a jock in this?” Lena teases, sitting back down at the countertop, fingers still toying with the jacket affectionately. “I need to take a picture in this, can you get one for me?” Lena says, standing and handing her camera phone to Kara.

“If we’re doing this we need to work out the details. How did we start dating?” Lena asks, as she poses in the jacket. “My mother does know we live together. I can tell her that from the moment I met you, I couldn’t keep my hands off you and one thing led to another, and now we’re in love.” Lena says with a little chuckle. “Maybe we were watching a movie together at the the loft and you pulled one of those adorable lame moves and pretended to yawn and put your arm around me. Then we started making out like teenagers.” Lena says casually, though the image she’s creating with her words does cause her to blush a little bit.

it should be a crime to find her roommate so irresistible in her jacket, especially when it’s coming out of nowhere, so far away from her usual train of thoughts involving nothing more than lena is so fucking beautiful. she keeps it to herself, though; stomps down whatever desire is starting to bubble up from inside her and grabs the phone to take a few pictures of her roommate; different angles, different poses, all of which only going out on the media soon for the very purpose of starting this charade -- and no, she isn’t distracted by lena’s legs on the countertop. not quite. 

“yeah, we definitely should,” she nods shakily, still holding the phone in hand, taking a couple more pictures before moving closer and handing over the phone back to its owner. there’s a few sends where kara looks like a fish out of water, lips parting and closing as she tries to come up with a response to all of lena’s suggestions. it isn’t that they’re all that bad or unrealistic. it’s the fact that, perhaps, one of them is possible, something that she could have done had she been harboring thoughts which are more than friendly for her roommate. she clears her throat, smiling as she speaks, “or, we can tell her that from the moment we both moved in, there’s been a mutual attraction. we just didn’t do anything about it. you had your own social life, your own group of girls and boys, and then there’s me, busy with soccer and trying to make sure i don’t lose this scholarship--” even though she can manage without it, what with all the money her parents left her before they were convicted. “and then... yeah, i guess, one night, we were watching a movie on my laptop, up there. there was... a moment,” she glances up at lena, waiting for any reaction, not realizing that she’s drawing closer and closer to her. “maybe not the lame move,” she chuckles. “no. but maybe you were sleepy and somehow, you ended up resting your head on my shoulder, and i looked down and-- you just looked so pretty, so calm, that i couldn’t help myself as i leaned closer and planted a kiss on your forehead.”

she blinks, pursing her lips as she roots herself in place. “you know, something like that? a tentative start?”

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ceolenaluthor‌:

“Walking in place, I can do that. As long as we go out for drinks after.” Lena says with a wink. The Luthor woman doesn’t miss the slight blush on Kara’s cheeks when she teasingly flexes, but she chooses not to tease Kara about the little spattering of red on her cheeks. “Well, I’m glad soft looks good on me. Because I’m never going to be hard like your body is.” She says with a little chuckle, fingers playing with the stem of the wine glass.

Lena sets her wine glass down, reaching out to take Kara’s hand when she notices the slight nervousness ebb into Kara’s demeanor. She takes her hand away from toying with her sweater, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I know it’s Zor-El. I know all about who you are and who you come from. We’ve established that dear. And I hope I’ve made it clear I don’t care about your last name. I don’t give a shit if Lillian does either. If you’re comfortable with it, you’re…quite honestly the person I trust most here. Veronica or Andrea have a price and would betray me if my mother put enough pressure on them. But you, you’d never.” Lena says, offering Kara a comforting smile. “If you do it, I promise not to tease you about eating kale for a whole month. It’s honestly a very sweet deal Danvers.”

kara nearly chokes on her wine. the image of lena having muscles isn’t exactly an unpleasant thing to have in mind, but a part of kara knows she will miss seeing lena’s soft curves, the unabashed display of a woman’s underneath her clothes, uncaring of what society might think. it’s one of the many things she admires about lena, how she embraces herself and refuses to conform to society’s perception of beauty in today’s generation. “well,” she clears her throat. “i’d hate to see the day you’d be able to slam me down on the ground with all the muscles you can awake and strengthen.” she chuckles, licking her lips briefly. “not that it’s a bad thing, but these past months, i’ve grown comfortable to being the ‘buff’ roommate.”

it’s a good thing that she’s placed her glass back on the counter when lena reaches out to hold her. she blinks at their joined hands, briefly lost in her thoughts as she notices the obvious difference between her tanned skin compared to lena’s almost pale white. she swallows, lifting her gaze to focus on what lena is saying. it wouldn’t be a bad idea, would it? she likes lena as a person, as a friend, and she will never deny that her roommate is attractive. it wouldn’t be so bad to pretend dating lena... even if it’s only to drive her mother away into forcing her with an asshole. even if it’s just for the holidays, apparently. she purses her lips, and after a few seconds, she manages to smile through her doubts and fears, shaking her head gingerly as she huffs out a quiet laugh. 

“you really refuse to let go of the danvers nickname, huh?” she meets those green eyes, and in that moment, kara knows that this can be a bad idea, because there are so many things that can happen during this charade. she has read her fair share of books with this sort of... plot, but for some reason, kara doesn’t mind them. for now. instead, she stands from her stool and walks over to the stairs heading up to her bed, pulling on the hanging sleeve of her jacket. “here,” she unzips the jacket and then shows the back of it, zor-el written above the number 1. “you’ll have to start wearing the goalkeeper’s jacket. don’t worry. it’s clean.”

#k&l:002

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DATE

Who asks for it:

[ ] Your muse asks mine

[X] My muse asks yours (probably after weeks of convincing herself that it’s worth it)

Type of date:

[ ] Platonic Date

[X] Romantic Date

[ ] First Date

[ ] Double date with: ____ & ____

Location for the date:

[ ] Movies • [ ] Romantic Comedy • [ ] Adventure Movie • [ ] Animation • [X] Horror • [ ] Drama • [] Buddy Movie • [ ] ___ (other options)

[X] Restaurant • [ ] Expensive/High Class • [X] Small and familiar • [ ] Fast Food

[ ] Nature • [ ] Beach • [ ] Park • [X] Forest • [X] …and having a picnic

[ ] Visiting a Museum

[ ] Visiting an amusement park

[ ] Visiting a haunted location

[ ] Staying at home • [X] Watching movies • [ ] Playing Video Games • [ ] Reading

[ ] ___ (other options)

The date might hopefully end with…

[ ] …holding hands

[ ] …a kiss

[X] …in bed

[ ] …knowing each other better

[ ] …sleepover between friends

[X] …a marriage proposal (they might as well LOL)

[ ] ___ (other options)

#memes #ceolenaluthor

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quality time = 33% physical touch = 27% words of affirmation = 23% acts of service = 17% receiving gifts = 0%

YOUR PRIMARY LOVE LANGUAGE IS: Quality Time

In Quality Time, nothing says "I love you" like full, undivided attention. Being there for this type of person is critical, but really being there—with the TV off, fork and knife down, and all chores and tasks on standby—makes you feel truly special and loved. Distractions, postponed activities, or the failure to listen can be especially hurtful. Whether itʼs spending uninterrupted time talking with someone else or doing activities together, you deepen your connection with others through sharing time.

// there’s nothing else to say. it describes kara perfectly. ♥ @ceolenaluthor​

#memes

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ceolenaluthor‌:

Lena chuckles at Kara’s quip about the Edge family, lips curling into a pleasant smile around her glass. She licks her lips unconsciously when Kara flexes her bicep, then quickly takes another drink from her wine to try to make it less obvious how everytime Kara flexed, the Luthor’s eyes followed. “I despise the gym. I just eat healthy and go on jogs. Can you imagine me trying to slam around weights like you do? Dear I don’t have an ounce of the muscle.” Lena says with a smirk, imitating Kara with a very unimpressive flex of her own thin arm.

“Maybe, but I don’t know Alex that well. She’s still getting used to me being in your life and hers…” Lena trails off as Kara continues, her eyes bright as she considers the idea. “No, you’re perfect. My mother would have a fit if she thought I was dating you. And, I’d have a good excuse not to let her set me up with Edge or anyone else, because I would have her believe I’m taken.” Lena’s eyes a bright, clearly her mood had lightened at the idea. “Except, well, Lillian is horrible. If I tell her we’re dating then next time she dares to visit she could be insufferable. Are you sure you’re up for it Danvers?” Lena says with a raised eyebrow, genuine concern in her eyes. She did care a lot about Kara’s comfort level, even if she did push Kara out of her comfort zone all the time. The blonde mattered a great deal to her.

“and that is why i suggested the treadmills. it’s not so bad. imagine walking in place,” she says, shrugging, all while not trying to keep her eyes lingering on the arm that lena luthor shows without a second thought. she can always speak up and tell her she’s perfect the way she is, muscular or not. in fact, the softness that lena has, both in personality and body, somehow matches her in a way that can only be described as perfect, but she’s already said that. “soft looks good on you,” she opts to say instead, lifting her glass to take another sip, hiding the growing blush on her cheeks. 

“alex is an acquired taste, that’s true—” she blinks at the shift in lena’s tone, mouth parting in brief confusion. “wait, what---” she lets out a soft, incredulous chuckle, shaking her head gingerly as lena went on and on about what is, apparently, a brilliant plan. “i mean... it’s... not a bad idea,” she trails off, gaze lowering on her lap as she fiddles with the hem of her sweater. knowing lillian luthor, she’d look into who kara zor-el is, wonder why the daughter of a convicted couple is dating her daughter. it will definitely not reflect well on lena’s name, regardless of the digits in her bank account right now. “it’s zor-el,” she murmurs quietly, throwing a small smile at lena. “i grew up with the danvers but... it is zor-el that is on the back of my shirt and in my official documents.” she sighs out heavily, grabbing a handful of fries and shoving them in her mouth without apology, chewing them quickly. “i think i should be asking you instead. are you really willing to ‘date’ a zor-el?”

#k&l: 002

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Wow Lena

#lena. #she just looks delicious #i can't believe kara has yet to give her a kiss

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ceolenaluthor‌:

“People like Morgan Edge are always backed up by their horrible parents. They made him the way he is. I’m not surprised they’re supporting his childish moves.” Lena says with a sigh, finishing her wine glass. She sits up a little in her stool, looking over Kara’s shoulder. “That’s nearly the whole bag Kara, god I have no idea how you stay so sculpted. Soccer practice must really be intense.” Lena teases, as she pours them each another glass of wine on instinct, a part of their routine as Kara finishes her glass as well. “I’m not seeing anyone right now. You would know if I was. I haven’t dated anyone since Jack, and I certainly can’t call him up for a favor. Jack still has feelings for me, it would be playing with his mind to ask him to lie to Lillian and help me tell her I’m seeing someone so she doesn’t make me date someone like Edge.”

She snorts when Kara mentions Lex, taking another drink from her glass. “Lex is always quick to defend me, and he was tonight. But, he said something positively stupid. When Lillian asked why I wasn’t dating someone like Edge, he said and I quote ‘Lay off her mother, maybe Lena doesn’t want to bring any boys home’ and then he winked at me. So, Lillian then went into a homophobic tirade. I mean, Lex is very aware of my bisexuality, but did he have to try to mention it to get me off the hook in that situation. To be honest I should bring a girl home, that would absolutely horrify mother. Though I haven’t dated a girl in a while, just…stupid makeouts at my parties.”

“still makes me wonder what go through their minds. oh, hey, we made a baby. let’s make sure it grows up into the most obnoxious, most narcissistic, and overall, just the most horrible person ever!” kara rolls her eyes again, lips pressed tightly for just a second before they part to let some wine through them again, taking just a tiny bit of sip this time. she doesn’t really want to end up getting drunk when lena’s telling her something important. “nearly, being the keyword. don’t forget i still plan on eating ramen later—” she grins at this point, sliding her sleeve up to her arm to show her biceps. “indeed. it’s a thing called drills and regular visits at the gym. it’s always worth it. want to try hanging out with me some time soon? we can stay by the treadmill if you want.”

as lena continues on, kara makes a quick trip back to the stove, checking the potatoes. once done, she strains the fries and places them on a tissue-covered plate, depositing a small amount of sweet and sour sauce in a small saucer, before quickly rejoining lena. “that’s very considerate of you. i’m sure, if jack is here, he’d appreciate that.” she then proceeds to grimace at the mention of lillian luthor being homophobic which, for some reason, doesn’t surprise her at all. rich people do tend to be like that. not all, but... most of them. “well... if push comes to shove, maybe you can consider alex. her family’s not that rich, but her parents are well-known scientists and have quite a reputation in their circle.” she blinks, one corner of her lips twitching up in a small grimace again. “or... me. actually, no. your mother would probably freak out if you so much as consider dating a scholar from my—” she swallows. “you know.”

#k&l: 002

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ceolenaluthor‌:

[TEXT: Blondie] I will never regret befriending you no matter how hard you try to make me regret it

Lena is laying on the living room couch when Kara returns to their loft, and she rolls her eyes when she sees the massive bag of sliced potatoes in her arms. “Oh come on if you’re going to eat all of that you need kale dear.” Lena lectures, getting up and heading straight for their cupboard, retrieving two wine glasses for the two of them. 

“I’ll find a way to sneak it in some part of your meal. You just won’t know it.” Lena says with a chuckle as she pours them each a glass of the wine. “It’s not a huge thing. Well, maybe that’s not accurate to say, my mother does try to make everything huge. Do you remember Morgan Edge? That twat from my literary class that wouldn’t leave me alone? Apparently he complained to his parents saying that I act like I’m “too good” for the other prestigious families. His parents then complained to Lillian that I’m the only heiress who seems to not care about socializing with families like the Edges - mind you, all this because I didn’t want to let their goblin looking son try to fuck me. Now Lillian is on a crusade that I need a partner, one from a well off family to reflect positively on the Luthor name. I think she wants me to go try and make do with Morgan but I have no intention of doing so.” Lena laments, taking a very large pull from her wine glass.

“i didn’t say i was going to eat all of this in one seating,” kara says, rolling her eyes. well, maybe not all, but perhaps three-fourths of what is inside the bag. that will do, and lena definitely doesn’t have to know her plans. nevermind that they are staying in the same place, which pretty much implicates that lena will know everything. 

despite this, she continues preparing dinner like usual, all the while looking out for lena, in case she comes near her potatoes with her demonic leaves. she still listens attentively, however; and as the story progresses, her face turns somber, if not a little shaded, and there’s a slight scowl at a corner of her lips as she sees the face of said morgan edges in her mind, ultimately resulting to a shudder. “i really don’t understand why some parents think it’s okay to support their sons in thinking or doing shit like this. it’s like, what, they’re supporting him to be the aspiring asshole that he already is?” she rolls her eyes, unsure why she’s suddenly so fired up about the idea of morgan ever coming near lena, more so at the thought of lena’s mother even considering such notion all because a sexually deprived asshole was spitting bullshit out of his ass. after putting her potatoes in the frying pan, she joins lena by the counter and takes her glass of wine, swallowing all of it in one go with little reaction. “and? please tell you have someone decent to parade in front of her face. i’m sorry to say this, but i think i’m starting to have a new appreciation for lex. he defends you, at least. not like this...” she blinks. “speaking of lex, what did he say about this?”

#k&l:002

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g’morning, love

#( ` her. )

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ceolenaluthor‌:

[TEXT: Blondie] You’re so dramatic sometimes

[TEXT: Blondie] If I hated you I’d let you only eat fries and never any proper vitamins

[TEXT: Blondie] No Kale and wine is all I need darling

[TEXT: Blondie] We can talk about it when I have a drink in hand, and not a second before

[ → roommate luthor ]: you put yourself in this situation. i was fine being the ‘barely there’ roommate but alas... you decided to befriend me. 🤷‍♀️

[ → roommate luthor ]: if you don’t hate me, you’d let me pass kale :D

[ → roommate luthor ]: kale and wine. for dinner. 🤢

[ → roommate luthor ]: messaged received, ma’am. i’ll be back in no time. 

—

it doesn’t take her much longer to go back to their dorm after fetching herself a couple packs of ramen noodles and a 2-pound bag of sliced potatoes, just to rub it on lena’s face that nothing will ever come between her and her junk food. of course, she has lena’s order in her other arm: a generous amount of kale and her favorite brand of wine. 

“i hope you know that i’m not even mixing kale with my sauce for the fries,” she says as soon as she gets in the room, quickly depositing all the paper bags on the counter with a sigh. “you have the glasses? come on. i’m ready to hear this thing with your mom.”

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— end. —

“that makes me curious,” she blinks, eyebrows slightly furrowing. “what did your mother say when she found out that you’re roommates with a… um, a commoner?” shrugging her shoulders, she tries to find a better word to use, but then she’s not really beyond calling herself what can only be said as the truth. “did she say something about, i don’t know,” she pauses with a chuckle. “maybe watching out for sneaky hands?” the image of the danvers’ flashes before her eyes, and kara can’t deny the slight resentment she always feels a split second before she always catches herself for thinking so. the danvers’ are the embodiment of a perfect family, something that kara can only ever dream of, no matter how much her neighbors try to make things up for her. not that they are obliged to begin with. “you can say that,” she says, eager to end the topic right there. kara snorts when lena mentions her hangovers. “really makes one think why you’d still choose to drink until you’re drunk if hangovers are that horrible.” but then kara feels herself pause at the mention of her teammate’s name. a year ahead of her, definitely a good teammate, but a particular encounter at the locker room flashes in her mind and, honestly, she’s surprised she managed to stifle any reaction at all. “sara. she’s still going to parties, i see? i thought she’d stopped after meeting the goalkeeper from metropolis. unless that blonde woman was there, too? ava… i think?” she purses her lips, humming softly as she lowers herself on one of the stools, shrugging her shoulders again with playful smile. “we’ll see, yeah? if you arrange a party on a night when i’m free, then i might just show up. but… of course, i’m not telling you when that night is.”

Lena chuckles, tilting her head. “I’ve told my mother nothing about you. I didn’t want her researching your family and trying to make you seem inadequate just because you don’t come from wealth. Personally, I think having worth in your family name alone is bullshit, so I’ve told her only that you’re very intelligent and polite, nothing more. I didn’t want her to try to manipulate me and taint my impression of you.”

It doesn’t escape Lena how Kara quickly circumvents the topic of the Danvers and her family yet again. She would definitely need to ask someone other than Kara if she were to get a straight answer. She allows the topic change though with a smile. “Spoken from someone who hasn’t been drunk enough. Life is stressful, alcohol helps. Luthors have a propensity for alcohol, I just also like the social aspect of the vice.”

“Ava was there. Because as established, everyone goes to my parties except you.” Lena teases and opens her mouth in faux indignation as Kara speaks. “Rude to not tell me. Maybe I’ll throw a party every night for a whole week, don’t test me dear.”

#k&l: 001 #end.

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ceolenaluthor‌:

[TEXT: Blondie] We can have fries for dinner if you also get a bag of Kale for the side

[TEXT: Blondie] Kale is great cooked properly and we both need to eat some vegetable with dinner soccer star

[TEXT: Blondie] I’m out with my mother 😭 I’ll be home in about an hour for dinner

[TEXT: Blondie] Can you get wine if we’re out? I always need a drink after spending an afternoon with her

[ → roommate luthor ]: oh.. that just stressed me out.

[ → roommate luthor ]: kale is just a leaf picked out by some random person from idk 1800s because they thought it’d be nice to use as revenge ingredient for someone they hate

[ → roommate luthor ]: you don’t hate me, do you?

[ → roommate luthor ]: yikes 😬

[ → roommate luthor ]: i got you. anything else i can get (other than kale)? you wanna talk about... whatever your mom said this time?

#k&l: 002

[kzorcl]

[ → roommate luthor ]: i think we're running out of fries. [ → roommate luthor ]: i mean, do you want me to buy some? that's totally fine if you don't. [ → roommate luthor ]: hmm. or i can just buy fresh potatoes and then we can fry them, skin and all? [ → roommate luthor ]: either way... do you want fries for dinner?  @ceolenaluthor

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