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Christmas Chaos

Here's a little Supercorp drabble as part of the Mods' collection of example fics for the Supergirl May-hem Event. Read it HERE on AO3.

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“You’ve got to be kidding me! No, no, no, no. This can’t be happening.” Lena says as she stares at her now dark phone in her gloved hand. Her heart is galloping inside her chest and she’s sure everyone around her can hear it. “Godamnit! Of course this happens the first year I have the chance to organize the event. Shit, shit, shit.”

She paces back and forth in front of the National City Convention Center, her eyes bouncing from the currently cloak-covered tree to the workers hanging the wreaths, lights, and bows across the front of the building. The giant “Christmas Carols in the Park” sign ripples in the slight breeze. Her mind is racing, indexing names and favors she can call in, calculating her next move. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she decides her first course of action is to start making phone calls.

Two hours later, she’s still no closer to solving her problem. Artie Anderson can kiss her ass. Secretly, she hopes that he never gets a headlining singing gig again. So what if he’s one of the up and coming stars of tomorrow, she doesn’t care how good or popular he is. He can still kiss her ass. Honestly, she hopes his pants fall down at his next show or he shits himself on stage. So what if she’s being petty. Sue her.

Who fucking does that?! She thinks. Cancels a headlining show the day of?! That’s just bad PR, Artie whatever-the-fuck. Choke on your microphone.

Lena sighs. Now she has to call her trusty assistant. It’s the last thing she wants to do, but well, she’s run out of options. She lifts her phone up and presses send.

“LKL Event Planning, where we bring your ideas to life. This is Jess speaking. How can I help you?”

Rolling her eyes, Lena chuckles. “Jess, you knew it was me. You didn’t have to give the whole spiel.” She huffs as she starts descending the stairs of the convention center toward Noonan’s and a cup of her favorite peppermint hot chocolate.

“Oh come on, Miss Luthor, you know how much I love to share our company greeting with everyone that calls.” Jess laughs, the amusement evident in her tone. “What can I help you with this morning?”

“Unfortunately, I have bad news. ‘Christmas Carols in the Park’ is currently looking like it’s going to be ‘Christmas Chaos in the Park’. Our headliner canceled on us a couple of hours ago. I’ve called all my other connections and, as expected, everyone is booked. I have no idea what I’m going to do. This is going to be a disaster.” Her left hand comes up to massage her temples as she opens the door to enter the warm, wonderful smelling atmosphere of Noonan’s. “We can move Macy Lynn to the headlining spot and find a lesser known singer to fill her slot, but that still doesn’t solve the current problem.”

She sighs, trying her best not to panic, but it’s not looking good. “Jess, if the event goes South, it won’t be good for future bookings. We could lose clients over this!” She takes a deep breath, pressing her hand against her chest, desperately trying to calm her racing heart. “This tree lighting ceremony is second only to the lighting of the tree at Rockefeller Center! We have to figure this out! I didn’t spend years building this business for some little snot-nosed, spoiled brat to ruin it by canceling at the last minute!”

Realizing that she had gotten a little louder than she thought, Lena sheepishly ducks her head and clears her throat. The line is moving slowly, but she knows she needs to wrap up her phone call soon. Years of Luthor etiquette training forcing her to be mindful of disturbing those around her.

“Why don’t you let me call Macy’s manager and get that taken care of while you take a minute to collect yourself? Hmmm?” Jess says, a smile evident in her tone. “I’ll call you back when everything is confirmed. Maybe by then you’ll have a solution in mind.”

“What would I do without you?” Lena smiles, resigning herself to a long day of groveling. “Thanks, Jess. I’ll talk to you later.”

Stuffing her phone in her coat pocket, she blankly stares at the menu board above the counter. She’s deeply lost in her own thoughts and doesn’t notice the blonde woman standing in front of her, eyeing her curiously. As the line inches forward, Lena’s mind is still drifting through her list of possible singers or group acts to fill the empty slot in the schedule. She’s so preoccupied that she walks right into the back of the person in front of her.

“Oh no, I am so sorry.” Lena laments, her eyes practically glued to her feet in embarrassment. “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going and I…” Her words fade as her eyes land on the black-framed startling blue eyes of the stranger in front of her. They’re the bluest, warmest, most kind eyes she’s ever seen and for a moment, the world around her seems to stop.

The blonde smiles at her, subtly adjusting her glasses and Lena has to bite her bottom lip to keep from gasping at the beauty before her. This woman is stunning. Infinite hues of sky blue eyes dancing above a bright shimmering smile. She’s several inches taller than Lena and from what she can tell, incredibly well-built. Before she can rein her wandering eyes back in, she realizes she’s been caught and feels the heat climb up the back of her neck, across her ears, and land firmly on her cheeks.

An adorable giggle bubbles up the handsome stranger's throat and through her perfectly pink lips. Lena can’t help but smile and tilt her head in amusement even as her own embarrassment camps out on her face.

“It’s okay. You didn’t hurt me and it sounds like you’re having a rough day.” Attractive stranger says as she extends her hand toward Lena. “I’m Kara. Kara Danvers. And I might be able to help you with your little dilemma.”

Intrigued, Lena raises an eyebrow in question at the gorgeous stranger. Kara, she reminds herself. “Lena Luthor. Nice to meet you.” She eyes the woman up and down briefly before settling hers back onto the pools of blue eyeing her with amusement. “Do tell how you can assist with my dilemma, Miss Danvers.”

Kara grins, an adorably lop-sided grin as she offers her elbow to Lena and drags her to stand next to her in line. “How about you let me buy you your drink of choice and we find a table to chat? It sounds like you could use a little break.” She leans over to whisper conspiratorially into Lena’s ear. “Word on the street is this place has the best sticky buns in the state. I should know, I eat one several times a week.”

Without her permission and certainly for the first time in a long time, Lena can feel herself smile. Genuinely smile. Kara winks at her as they turn back toward the cashier and step up to order their drinks along with whatever monstrosity Kara has ordered. The young person working the register smiles, blushing as Kara calls them by name, and they move to the end of the long counter to wait for their names to be called.

Kara grabs the tray and guides them through the sea of customers to a little table tucked toward the back of the cafe. Several of the staff speak to her on their way to their seats. They settle into the chairs, the noise of the place seems more hushed in this little nook.

“You must come here a lot. Everyone on staff seems to know you.” Lena smiles as she takes a long, savored sip of her hot chocolate. “I think every single waiter we passed called you by name.” A boisterous, belly laugh floats across the table and graces Lena’s ears. It is such a lovely sound and she absolutely wants to hear it again.

“Well, I really am in here a lot.” Kara says with a warm smile, her skin creasing next to her mesmerizing eyes. “I’m a writer. I work from home most of the time, but a change of scenery is needed on those days I get stuck. So, I spend a good bit of time right here with my laptop, a warm drink, and sticky buns.” She points to the tray on the table and pulls a sticky bun off to settle in front of her.

Lena eyes her curiously. She’s inarguably never met anyone like Kara Danvers. They’ve known each other for less than thirty minutes and Lena already feels comfortable around her. This alone should scare the absolute shit out of her, yet she feels much calmer than she did when she walked inside earlier.

“So, Miss Danvers…how is it that you think you can help me?” Lena grins, raising her signature brow in question. She glances down at her watch and winces. “As much as I am enjoying your company, I have roughly six hours to find a replacement for my event tonight.”

“Well, what if I told you that I know a singer that is available tonight. She has a pretty decent voice and doesn't need any musicians or music. She usually performs acapella and will gladly help you out.” Kara gives her a bright, wide smile before taking a sip of her large monstrous drink and biting into her second sticky bun.

Lena tilts her head at the blonde, curious about this singer and what the catch is…there’s always a catch, right? “Well, this sounds promising. I’m willing to hear you out.” She leans forward, her forearms resting on the table and hands clasped. “However, in my experience, there’s always a catch. So, what’s the catch Miss Danvers?”

Kara smiles. She pushes her now empty plate to the side and leans forward, mirroring Lena’s position. “Please call me Kara, Miss Luthor. Every time you say Ms. Danvers, it makes me think of my adoptive mom.” She winks at the porcelain skinned woman across from her, taking another sip of her almost empty cup. “What makes you think there is a catch? Why can’t it just be a trade and not a catch?”

An unrestrained laugh springs from Lena’s chest. It’s so surprising, she nearly falls out of her chair. Once she regains her composure, she clears her throat and leans back in her seat. “Well, if I am calling you Kara, then please, call me Lena. Ms. Luthor also, unfortunately, reminds me of my adoptive mother as well. And, that’s just something I’d rather not think about.” She returns Kara’s wink. “If not a catch to your proposal, then a trade. What is your requested compensation in return for solving my dilemma?”

“Ok, hear me out.” Kara beams at Lena. “Not only am I a writer, but also a pretty decent singer. I can fill the spot you need tonight, free of charge.” She pauses, nervously adjusting her glasses and twisting her hands on the table. “If you’ll, um, goonadatewithme.” Her eyes drop to her fingers and she bites her bottom lip.

Lena’s not 100% sure she heard Kara correctly, but she does notice the adorable pink blush dusting the apples of her cheeks and it not only makes her smile, but releases a sea of butterflies into her stomach and chest. She bites her own lip, then looks up at the blonde. “I’m sorry, Kara, but I didn’t quite catch the last part of what you said. Can you repeat that for me? Maybe a little slower this time?”

Kara huffs, squirming in her seat as her face turns a darker rosy shade of pink. “I can fill the spot for your event tonight, if you’ll, um, go on a date with me.” She says with a little more confidence than she actually feels.

On the other side of the table, Lena is slightly stunned. Sure, she thought about asking the woman out before they parted ways or at least getting her phone number, but never imagined this is how their impromptu meeting would end. She smiles at the adorable fidgeting blonde. There’s no doubt in her mind she’s going to say yes, but she can’t give in right away. Where’s the fun in that?

“And what if I am already seeing someone?” She says with a smirk on her face. Watching as blue eyes widen. “How will I be able to meet the terms of your proposal in those circumstances?”

Kara drops her head onto the table and groans. It takes a minute before she lifts her head back up, red-faced and apologetic. “Oh no, Lena. I am so sorry. I should have known someone as stunning as you would be taken. I’m such an idiot. I’ll help you out and you don’t have to worry about payment or dates or anything like that. I can’t believe I didn’t think to ask you that first. I just…”

“Kara!” Lena chuckles and reaches out to stop the ongoing ramble. “Hey. I was only kidding! I’m very single and would actually be amenable to going on a date with you.”

“Really?” Kara’s blinding, toothy smile shines back at Lena from across the table. “Are you sure?” She asks, timidly.

“Yes, Kara. I’m sure. I was sure the minute I laid eyes on you.” Lena smiles, unsure how she managed to land a date with the most attractive and adorable woman she’s ever seen.

True to her word, Kara fills the slot at the ceremony that evening and ends up being the best performance of the night. They go on their promised date right after and end the night at Kara’s loft watching cheesy Christmas movies. The two of them share their first kiss surrounded by the twinkling glow of Christmas lights before they fall asleep on Kara’s comfortable couch. Their date is the most magical evening Lena’s had in all of her adult life.

Until the next year when Kara proposes at the tree lighting ceremony.

Christmas Chaos, indeed.

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ostropest · 2 years

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#supercorp #supercrack #lena luthor #andrea rojas #supergirl #rojascorp

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lena-in-a-red-dress · 10 months

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Lena forgets how easily it is to fall for Andrea. Slowly at first... And then so, so fast. And Kara can only watch, while Lena is swept off her feet

It starts with sex.

Plain, old boring sex.

Well, not boring per se. They’ve spent their teenage years perfecting the art of making love to each other, and Andrea’s lost none of her touch.

But if Andrea thinks for one moment that it means she’ll get an ounce of Lena’s heart, she’s sorely mistaken.

Except Andrea doesn’t seem to get the memo. For Andrea, it means dropping off her specialty Argentinian coffee on her way to Obsidian– which Lena has no control over, and thereby has no other choice but to drink it– and invites to dinner that Lena can control and promptly declines. She isn’t interested in rekindling their relationship past their occasional romp in the sheets.

Every so often– by which Lena means every damn time– they end up at the same events, meetings,and galas. And every time, Andrea has a knack for catching Lena’s eye with a warm smile and a small tilt of her glass. As though she doesn’t comprehend that what they have is not a relationship– it’s not even friendship. It’s just pure physical contact with a favorable outcome. That’s it.

Until the inevitable moment that some idiots get it into their thick skulls to attack an otherwise mind numbingly boring event filled with the richest business men and women in National City.

The masked group all fire a spray of bullets towards the ceiling, prompting a shower of sparks and debris to fall as patrons scream.

“On the ground!”

Lena bites down a scoff. In this dress? Not likely. Soon, she’s the lone figure left standing as the rest of the guests obey. This, of course, results in an assault rifle being pointed at her chest by the nearest goon.

Her heart rate picks up– the one tell of her nerves that has yet to fade, no matter how many violent events she survives. But her gaze remains steady as she meets the man’s eyes through the mask.

“You stupid or something?” he barks. “I said on the floor!”

Lena ignores the command. “So what is it this time? Theft or hostages?” She arches an eyebrow. “Or have you thought you’d be original and go for a two-fer?”

“Shut the fuck up!” he shouts, hitching his rifle higher on his shoulder. It’s clear to Lena that he’s unused to the weight and unfamiliar with how to use it aside from pulling the trigger. If he’d been a professional, the buttstock would be firmly in the pocket of his shoulder.

“First time?” she asks. All she needs to do, she knows, is stall. If she can keep the rest of them from getting shot until Supergirl arrives, the hero would take care of the rest.

Not that she’s looking forward to seeing the facade of her ex-best friend tonight. God no.

“Your men should be at the exits, dipshit,” she continues, neglecting to mention the glass skylights overhead that Supergirl would likely use as her point of ingress. “And if you need a hostage, all you need is me. Let the others go.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because I’m worth more than all of them combined.” Lena smirks. “Not to mention–”

“It’ll look good at your sentencing,” a familiar voice cuts in. Lena startles, not at all expecting Andrea to appear at her side. Andrea holds the guy firm in her gaze. At his angry glare, visible even through the mask, Andrea shrugs. “Did you really expect to point a gun at Lena Luthor and not expect Supergirl to show up?”

Lena barely keeps the scowl from her face. She only just manages to keep her gaze lofty as Andrea continues, coming to a stop at her side.

“In fact, I’d expect her to arrive any min–”

She’s cut off by a cacophonous shatter of screams and glass shattering overhead. Before the man has a chance to call out a warning to his crew, he and the rest of them are disarmed in a blur. The crowd still on the floor gasps at the display of super speed, but Lena remains unfazed. She’s more concerned by the figure standing beside her.

When the goons are all piled near one set of doors, and their weapons secured on the opposite side of the room, Supergirl appears before them.

“Are you two all right?” she asks, but her gaze is fixed on Lena.

“Fine,” Lena clips out. She turns to leave both Kara and Andrea behind. She’d never admit it, but she’s rattled; all she wants to do is go home and pretend this night never happened.

She barely gets five steps before a hand reaches out for hers, catching her fingers gently. “Hey–”

Lena rips her hand from Andrea’s, whipping around to glare at her. “Don’t touch me.”

Her snarl stops Andrea short. Her eyes grow wide, but Lena only sees the hurt expression on the woman’s features for a heartbeat before she turns and marches into the chaos.

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When she gets hom Lena immediately proceeds to try and forget the night. She shimmies out of her dress and leaves it where it puddles on her bedroom floor while she goes to take her hair down and wash the product out of it. By the time she steps out of the shower, her hands have stopped shaking.

She manages to pour a steady finger of scotch into a glass– only to make it a double. It gives it at least two swallows before she pours a refill and finally moves to the couch. No sooner does her ass touch the cushion than a knock sounds at her door. Lena knows who it is without even getting up– Andrea. She never really did learn when to leave well enough alone. Like Kara.

But when the knock turns into a fist pounding ceaselessly against the door, Lena resigns herself to hauling herself back onto tired feet and all but stomping towards the racket.

“What?” she snaps, yanking the door open. Without giving Andrea time to respond, she continues. “I’m not in the mood tonight.”

Andrea glares at her. “That’s not why I’m here and you know it.”

Lena glares back. As much as she’d like to slam the door in Andrea’s face, she can’t– Andrea’s fingers gripping the jam makes sure of that. Certain it’s deliberate, Lena rolls her eyes.

“I don’t feel like talking either.”

“Tough shit.” Andrea’s gaze is intense and full of fire, clearly willing to fight Lena tit for tat. “Let me in or I’ll pound on this door until morning.”

With a scoff, Lena turns and walks back to the living room, leaving Andrea to do as she wished. What Andrea wished, it seems, is to slam the door behind her and march in after Lena.

“What the fuck was that?” she demands.

She’s still in her gown, Lena notes, still made up into a stunning picture of elegance and beauty. All the things Lena always felt she herself was not. “What was what?” she grumbles.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, :ena/ Not tonight.” Andrea peels off her coat and dumps it and her purse on the nearest surface– the coffee table. She keeps her heels on, though, bringing every elegant inch of herself to bear. “I try to check on you after a life threatening situation, and suddenly I’m the bad guy?”

Lena leans forward, slamming her glass on the coffee table before climbing back to her feet. “You don’t get to care about me!” she fires back. “You lost that right, or have you forgotten?”

“I haven’t forgotten what’s happened, but news flash, Lena– you don’t get to dictate who’s allowed to care about you!”

Lena’s face twists into a scowl. “Don’t thing for a second that just because I let you fuck me that–”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence!” Andrea shouts over her. SHe stands in front of Lena, shaking with rage. “That’s not what this is about!” She takes two rasping breaths. “You just stood up to a bunch of losers with assault rifles, and you’ve been through worse that I know you haven’t been this twisted up about. So why the fuck–”

“Because no one else has stood with me!”

The words blurt from Lena’s chest unbidden. Sudden tears burn at her eyes as she stares at Andrea staring at her. She swallows thickly. “Only Supergirl. But she’s invulnerable– might as well be crossing the street on a Tuesday.”

Lena scoffs at herself, wiping her eyes. When her vision clears, Andrea has softened. “Dont.”

“So you’re the only one allowed to risk your life?”

“I’m not–” she sniffles despite herself. She wraps her arms around herself. “I don’t get scared anymore, ‘Drea. not for myself. But when you– You can’t just–”

“Yes,” Andrea returns softly. “I can just.”

There’s no anger now– only new understanding. “But Lena… I was only able to be brave because you were.”

Lena has no words. None that could penetrate the sudden weight of meaning between them. Andrea regards her calmly, features unbearably soft.

“Sounds like you’ve convinced yourself that your life doesn’t have value,” she says quietly. She takes a step forward, running her hand down Lena’s arm. Lena tries to move away, but Andrea doesn’t let her, clasping her wrist in a gentle grip.

“If that’s the case, I’m happy to be your wake up call.”

“‘Drea…”

“Don’t tell me not to care. Or that it’s different for you than it is for me. You were in as much danger as I was. I wish you would care as much for yourself as you do about me.”

Lena scoffs, but the sound feels hollow. “Please…”

“You can try to convince yourself that it’s just sex between us,” Andrea purrs, her voice low. “But we both know it isn’t.” She smiles. “That’s never been your style.”

An indignant protest bubbles up in Lena’s throat, but it dies on her lips under Andrea’s warm gaze. There she hesitates, unsure what to do or say next, and the resulting silence hangs palpably between them. Ultimately Andrea is the one to break it.

“Your heart has always been the best thing about you, Lena. Don’t do yourself the disservice of trying to convince yourself otherwise.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” Lena grumbles.

“Perhaps,” Andrea concedes. “But that doesn’t make it any less true.”

Their hands are still linked, and Andrea gives Lena’s a squeeze. “If sex is all you want right now,” she continues, “that’s fine. But I’m still going to care, and I’ll still know that you still care too.”

Lena blinks up at her, chest tightening against threatening tears. “How do you know that?”

“Because if you didn’t,” Andrea says quietly, brushing her thumb across the back of Lena’s hand, “you wouldn’t still be hurting.”

With that, Lena comes undone. Her lips pull against the tears that spill down her cheeks. This time she doesn’t resist when Andrea tugs her into a hug. She sinks into the warmth of her friend’s arms, suddenly feeling as though all the energy has left her.

For the first time in her life, her hurt feels seen– seen in a way Kara hasn’t seemed to. She’s tired, tired of pretending she doesn’t want this– her friend back, her heart heard.

She hasn’t intended to give anyone her forgiveness, but tonight she has the sinking suspicion that she forgave Andrea a long time ago.

((prompts are closed))

#rojascorp #prompt filled #slowly at first then all at once #this is from years ago #i am not taking new prompts at this time

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disquietiswhatitis · 23 days

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Send me a ship and I’ll share my favorite fic of that pairing (if possible)

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frosty-the-killer-doll · 2 months

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sometimes i forget how exes core rojascorp was and then i remember "you jump, i jump" and have a heart attack

#rojascorp #andrea rojas #lena luthor #arrowverse #supergirl #supergirl cw #cw supergirl

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scribbling-punk · 3 months

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Inevitable

Andrea lets out a low sigh as she places the phone back onto the cradle, a sigh puffing her cheeks as she runs a hand through her hair and walks back to the living room.

She can feel Lena’s gaze on her as she walks to the window and closes the curtains for privacy, the floor lamp soon turned on to make up for the sudden darkness. Andrea notices Lena’s fidgeting out of the corner of her eye and feels a pang of sympathy, but she makes a solid effort to steel her resolve.

Lena knows the rules—Hell, she helped to compile them—and she chose to break them.

This was always inevitable.

Sighing softly, Andrea lowers herself onto the coffee table opposite the couch and reaches out to grasp pale, trembling hands in between her own. Lena’s fingers are warm to touch, her palms just slightly clammy as the troublemaker struggles to hide her nerves.

Cyan eyes meet emerald green, an apology swimming close to the surface despite pink lips being able to let it slip outwards just yet.

“Are you ready, baby girl?”

Andrea dips her head to re-capture the eye contact that suddenly lowers in shame. “Take all the time you need, but we won’t start until you tell me you’re ready.”

She studies her wife with furrowed features, wishing she could just reach out and tenderly wipe the pout from her lovely lips. That, though, would just be letting Lena down; ignoring the arrangement that has worked so well for them for close to a decade.

Lena nods and blows out a shaky breath.

“Yes, Ma’am,” she whispers, “I’m ready. I…. I can start now.”

“Thank you,” Andrea offers a small smile, but quickly falls back into business mode; more than ready to put this matter to bed. “Go grab me a chair from the kitchen, please.”

Read Inevitable early on Patreon.

#inevitable #lena x andrea #rojascorp #domestic discipline #early access

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lovesastateofmind1 · 5 months

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Run Away With Me

It feels almost like a date. It really just feels like they’re dating, but Lena is always too afraid to ask. It’s in the way Andrea looks at her sometimes. The soft smiles she never bestows on anyone else. The way she holds her hand when no one is looking. The way she says ridiculous things to her over burgers and milkshakes in their favorite diner on a Sunday night.

Read it HERE on AO3.

Sign-ups for Supergirl May-Hem open December 1st. Seeking writers, artists and betas. For more information, you can find us HERE.

#supergirl #supergirl mayhem #sgmayhem #rojascorp #rojascorp fanfic #rojascorp art #lena luthor #andrea rojas

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incorrect-supercorp · 1 year

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Lena, trying to ask Andrea out: Would you like to stay for dinner?

Kara: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?

#superrojascorp #supercorp #rojascorp #superrojas #incorrect supergirl quotes #incorrect quotes #supergirl #andrea rojas #lena luthor #kara danvers #supercrack #source: mulan

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supergirlmayhem · 5 months

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REGISTRATION OPEN!

The day has finally arrived! Supergirl May-hem registration starts NOW.

To register, you must fill out a form for each role you are participating in. If you are a writer and a beta, you must fill out both forms. Artist and beta? Yes, both forms. All three? You guessed it…all three forms. :)

The links below will be open until 11:59 p.m. GMT on December 9th. Reach out to us if you have any questions or run into problems with the forms.

We can’t wait to introduce you to our creation!

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pirateofprose · 2 years

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twelfth night kiss, but make it superrojascorp

#superrojascorp #supercorp #superrojas #rojascorp #supergirl #supergirl fanart #pirate draws #i started this six months ago #i'm so fucking proud

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narraboths · 2 years

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50 for RC pretty please?

"We should be getting ready."

"Mhm."

"I mean it, baby."

Andrea hums again. She presses another kiss to the corner of Lena’s mouth, a small, teasing peck, then again, and again, until Lena laughs and sets her cup of freshly brewed coffee aside to reach out, sink her fingers into Andrea’s hair and drag her down for a proper kiss. It’s slow, luxuriously unhurried: Andrea basks in its warmth, lets her hands fall to Lena’s hips, body slumping against her as Lena’s fingers tie knots into her hair then gently smooth them out. She feels Lena smiling against her mouth when Lena draws back a little and Andrea chases her lips with a displeased huff. There’s a giggle, a hand snaking under Andrea’s shirt, scratching at her lower back.

“You’re terrible,” Lena tells her when they finally part, breathless, her hand still tangled in Andrea’s hair. Her face is radiant with her smile, and Andrea aches to kiss her again. “I know you have an early meeting.”

I’d let Obsidian North burn to the ground if it meant we could spend the mornings together, Andrea thinks. She settles for a theatrical eye-roll instead.

“I can’t even greet my wife with a good morning kiss?”

“A good morning kiss,” Lena repeats. She drags her thumb across Andrea’s bottom lip, laughing when Andrea bites at it with playful indignation. “You are incorrigible.”

“Maybe two kisses.” Andrea nuzzles into Lena’s neck, pressing a small kiss under her jaw. “Perhaps even three.” Another kiss, and Lena’s giggling again, wrapping her arms around Andrea’s shoulders as Andrea lifts her up onto the kitchen counter. Her lips trail over Lena’s pulse point, the tensing tendons in her neck. “Who’s counting?”

#anonymous #rojascorp #my fic

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fyonahmacnally · 5 months

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A Wicked Game

Here's a little RojasCorp drabble as part of the Mods' collection of example fics for the Supergirl May-hem Event. Read it HERE on AO3.

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There is something about their relationship that has always been a bit toxic. A small, tiny little fact that never seems to matter to either of them. It seems the two of them are drawn to each other like magnets. Regardless of how much betrayal is shared between them, no matter how many lies are told, they find their way into each other’s orbit. Every time, without fail.

Lena is beginning to understand that it is inevitable. She’s tried to resist it for years, but it’s futile. It’s a cycle that has been repeating itself since she was a teenager. An exasperated sigh slips from her lips as she brings the crystal tumbler up, drinking the last of her Macallan Red. She briefly considers whether to pour another, but her hands are already tilting the bottle before she consciously decides. A quiet chuckle fills the air around her as she sits the bottle back down, eyeing the one sitting next to it on her liquor cabinet. Her taste in scotch has naturally shifted over the years, drifting closer to her Irish roots. Andrea was the one who introduced her to the whiskey back in their boarding school days. Van Horne. It’s the name on the bottle glaring back at her from the shelf in front of her.

She throws her head back and blows out a huff of frustration. Her overactive mind always does this to her after an encounter with her childhood friend. Their lives have been intermingled in the most intricate ways for most of her life. By design or by fate, she’s never been sure. Either way, the woman infuriates her in ways no one else can.

Fucking Andrea.

Making her way to her bedroom, she strips off the suit she’s been wearing for far longer than she wanted and changes into her softest leggings, warmest fuzzy socks, and her favorite sweater. When she agreed to the tech investment dinner, she knew there was a chance Andrea would be there. They work in the same industry and have always been part of the same social groups so running into the Latina is something she is accustomed to. What she didn’t expect was for Andrea to show up with her. The obnoxious little parasite that has been nipping at Andrea’s heels for years. She can’t even remember her name, but she’s made the rounds through all of the eligible, rich women in their circle. She and Andrea broke off their…arrangement (?) six months ago, but it was still a bit of a shock to see her ex-something with someone else.

Their relationship was never exactly exclusive. Their lives and jobs have never allowed them to be in the same place at the same time for very long so they’ve always just agreed to being together when they can and taking other bed partners if and when they had an itch to scratch. For the most part, it’s always worked out. Andrea had moved to National City not too long after Lena’s arrival and they’d spent a lot more time together, definitely a lot more time in each other’s beds. Their most recent split was over a business disagreement that swiftly escalated into one of their nastiest fights since right after college. The Russell Incident, as Lena often refers to it in her head. That fight led to them not speaking for four years. Now she wonders if it will be the same this time.

Lena doesn’t get a chance to explore that train of thought. Just as she leaves her bedroom padding towards her liquor cabinet and her Macallan Red, a harsh buzzing echoes through her penthouse. There’s only one person it can be and she’s not drunk enough to deal with what she knows is going to be a heated confrontation. She slams back what’s left of her third glass of scotch, debates on refilling it again, and stomps her way to the front door instead.

Glancing at the video monitor beside the door, she rolls her eyes. Andrea is standing there with her typical feigned look of nonchalance. She knows the woman too well and can see the nervous vulnerability hiding beneath the facade. Tonight, she certainly doesn’t want to deal with it. She’s too pissed and hurt to want to subject herself to Andrea’s usual wicked little games, but it seems she is being forced to. So, she takes a deep breath, steels herself, and erects the Luthor armor before yanking the door open.

“What do you want, Drea?” Lena hisses, pure venom dripping from her words. She checks her watch. It’s just after midnight. “Hmmm, I figured you’d already be back at your apartment fucking what’s her name by now. Bored of her already? Such a shame.” She stands in her doorway, blocking entrance to the brunette with a hand on the doorframe and a raised brow.

Andrea sighs, her hands twisting in front of her in a way Lena hasn’t seen since they were in their teens. “Come on, Querida (darling). Please let me in so we can talk.” She reaches up like she is going to put a hand on Lena’s, but pulls back at the last minute. “Lena, mi corazón (my heart), I’m begging you, let me explain. It’s not what you think. I promise.”

The CEO scoffs, her emerald eyes a fiery spear piercing the Latina’s soul. “Your promises are empty so save it. First of all, you have absolutely no right calling me any of your little pet names, Drea. Not anymore. You lost that privilege. Second of all, why in the hell should I let you into my home, my safe space after the shit you have put me through most of our lives?” Her voice drops low, pure anger radiates from her skin and body like electricity. “I’m done with your emotional games, Andrea. I’m not that scared little girl you toyed with when we were kids. Gods, I should have put an end to your wicked bullshit years ago.”

She groans and steps back, opening the door to let the seemingly forlorn woman into her home. Closing the door, she presses a hand to Andrea’s chest and steps in front of her, preventing her from moving further into the apartment. Once she has the woman trapped between herself and the door, she crosses her arms just below her breasts, narrows her eyes, and raises her signature brow again. She knows what it does to her ex. It’s always been something that sends shivers down Andrea’s spine and Lena plans to use it to her advantage.

“You have exactly five minutes to explain before I kick you out of here and out of my life, Drea.” She extends her arm to look at her watch for emphasis and resumes her crossed arm pose, extending to her full height with her shoulders back. “I suggest you use it wisely.”

“Right. Okay.” Andrea shifts from one foot to the other, feeling decidedly uncomfortable and unfortunately turned on. Lena has always had this effect on her when she gets mad. What? So sue her, Lena’s fucking hot when she’s mad. She does her best to shake that thought from her head and clears her throat. “Riley was there as a favor to her father. That’s all it was, I swear. Well, I mean, I also wanted to make you jealous.” Andrea grins, that little sparkle in her eyes that always appears when she’s trying to get what she wants.

A molten hot wave of rage boils up from Lena’s gut, crawling up her chest, and sitting heavy on her tongue. She sees the moment Andrea realizes she fucked up and relishes watching those ocean blue eyes widen. “This. Is. Exactly. What. I. Mean.” Lena hisses each word, low and dangerous, she steps closer to the Latina as Andrea shuffles backward until her back lands harshly against the front door. The startling thud makes her swallow audibly. “I’m done with your fucking games, Drea. I’m too old for this shit. Go play your tricks on someone else.”

Lena takes a few more steps into Andrea’s personal space, their height difference barely noticeable. She leans forward, close enough that Andrea can feel her warm breath on her plump lips. “Mmm, it’s too bad, too. We both know there’s nobody else that fucks you like I do.” She smirks. Andrea’s chest heaves from their proximity and releases a quiet moan. She softly nuzzles her nose on the brunette's cheek before licking her lips close enough to graze the woman’s bottom lip. “See, you have always assumed I will just be around whenever you want. Not anymore.”

She pushes herself back and away from her former lover, glancing over her shoulder once more before she walks away. “See yourself out, Drea. I’m done with you.”

The sun beams into the bedroom, stirring Lena from her slumber. Blinking away the grogginess of sleep, she feels soft lips and warm hands skimming across her bare skin. She sighs and rolls her eyes.

“Good morning, Querida.” Andrea says, a sleepy smile and adoring eyes trained on Lena. “I’ll make breakfast. Stay in bed.” She says, pressing a soft kiss to the porcelain skin of her forehead and bounces out of bed. She grabs Lena’s robe as she exits the room just like she’s done a thousand times before.

Lena groans. The cycle begins again.

Oh the wicked games they play.

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