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It's just after sunset when Kara finally gives in. She veers off from her patrol down to a route she knows by heart.

The moment she lands, the first thing she notices is how the sliding doors are a fraction open. It’s a small thing, nothing to even be thrilled about, yet still, her drumming heart cannot be helped.

"Knock, knock," she says, stepping inside.

Her heart turning anxious when she takes in the sight in front of her. The room is a mess; books on the floor, drawers open, Lena’s frazzled appearance. She's standing over a suitcase thrown open in the middle of the bed, a mountain of clothes on top of it.

She was told that Lena was going on a trip, that it would probably take three weeks tops.

Packing for a trip doesn’t look like this, this looks a lot like... leaving.

Going on a trip, Kara remembers that’s what her family told her too.

You and Kal are going on a trip but you don’t have to worry, we’ll be with you the rest of the way, they told her.

A trip implies there would be a home to come back to. And Kara believed it. She believed it for a total of ten seconds before her planet exploded and a shard of her home knocked her off-course.

"Need some help?" Her voice doesn’t tremble. Kara considers that a miracle, really.

"I didn't know Supergirl helped poor hapless women pack suitcases,” Lena retorts, walking over to her and kissing her cheek in greeting. It doesn't go unnoticed by Kara how clingy Lena's been since she's been back.

"Well, I wouldn’t exactly consider you poor and hapless," Kara counters.

"I may have had a slight,” Lena pinches her thumb and forefinger together, “panic over which and what to pack earlier.”

Yeah, Kara can definitely see that.

"Good thing I’m here then?”

"It's always good whenever you're around,” Lena says in such a casual way and it’s like the past year didn’t happen. As if it has always been this good. And...is this even allowed? This much affection from Lena? All the sweet words, the gentle touches, and the constant close proximity? It shouldn’t be allowed, not if it will be taken from her almost immediately after.

Unfair, is what it is.

******

“Okay, so why don’t we just move this out here yeah?” Kara voices, leaning over and hugging the lump of clothes to her chest, dumps it out from the suitcase and onto Lena’s pillows.

Lena’s fabric conditioner filling Kara’s senses entirely. For a brief moment, she considers stealing one of Lena’s shirts then and there. Something to tide her through once Lena leaves.

“Great. You’re on folding duty then,” Lena declares, “I’ll just go sort my babies, quickly. I’ll be right back.”

(Her 'babies' being the thick books lining every inch of this place.)

Lena disappears through the door. The domesticity of it all pulling at Kara’s chest.

In another world, where life ran a little differently, Kara would be packing their suitcases for a trip to Argo, or maybe one of the planets she’s always wanted Lena to see, or maybe it’d be nothing that grand. Maybe, just a trip back to Midvale. Lena would read to her on the whole drive there, her hair whipping from the winds down coastal roads.

Maybe not even a trip. Maybe in this other world, she’s assigned on folding duty, while Lena tinkers around their house. Maybe, even a dog or a cat. Maybe, something small at first, just an aquarium of fishes.

She doesn’t notice how deep into the fantasy she’s gotten till Lena speaks up from the door.

"My, my, CatCo would pay a million dollars to see this."

"Uh-"

"Supergirl found in bed, folding Lena Luthor's undies."

Kara looks down at her hand. She’s holding a lacy purple panty, she spots the matching bra laying a few inches away. She drops it lightning quick, feels her face flush.

"Oh, Rao. Lena, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to- I wasn't- It was just there and I-"

"Relax, Kara. I was just teasing,” Lena reassures her, she’s got three books tucked in her arms, she lays them down on the bed, before picking up the underwear Kara’s dropped and folding it neatly.

The contrast of the dark fabric against Lena’s pale fingers makes Kara flush an even brighter red.

Kara tries hard to exclude Lena's lacy panties in her fantasy.

She fails.

******

They give up on packing entirely two hours later. An all out pillow fight breaks out somewhere between Kara fishing out her favorite hoodie from the pile--discovering t'was not in fact missing like she thought it was--and Lena denying that she stole it.

They’ve fallen right on top of Lena’s clothes. Laying opposite each other, Lena lying upside down, her feet propped up on the pillows, toes touching the headboard, whilst Kara’s legs dangle at the end of the bed. Their heads close together.

From this angle, she can see the defined slope of Lena’s nose; stares at the way her lashes curl every time she blinks.

“So, what do you think you’ll find there?” Kara breathes out into the silence.

“I don’t really know,” Lena whispers.

“Let me rephrase then; what do you want to find?”

“I- I don’t know either.”

She tries to crane her neck to take a better look at Lena. Her eyes are closed, and it takes every ounce of self-control for Kara not to lean over and just press a kiss to Lena’s lips. It would be so, so easy. She settles for shifting just a bit closer instead, their temples touching.

It’s good enough.

“That’s okay," Kara murmurs, "not knowing is part of the adventure, right?”

She tries not to think about how she isn’t really part of this adventure. It isn’t about her, really. Kara’s decided the next three days will be about Lena. Kara will have time for breaking down once Lena leaves. The three days pales in comparison to how much Lena’s sacrificed in getting her back.

“I guess so.” she hears Lena say.

On the ceiling, Kara sees two shadows dancing with each other, tries not to look too deep into it.

And then,

“I had Jess trace down a couple of documents for me,”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. There’s an orphanage that could help me, she thinks.”

Kara’s ears perk up at that, she imagines Lena as a small child crying for her mom and then being whisked away from everything she ever knew. Kara wishes she could hold that little girl’s hand. Why did nobody hold Lena’s hand through it all? Kara wonders if somebody did, would Lena even have met her? Would she have needed somebody like Kara in her life? She likes to believe that Lena would still have met her. A reality without Lena was too painful, Kara knows all too well.

“Is that where you’re going to visit first?”

“Yeah.”

A brief silence engulfs them.

“Hey, Kara,” Lena calls out. “Do you think-”

There’s a deep exhale and a sigh.

“Do I think what?”

“Do you think my mom would want me to find her again? Do you think she’s proud of me?”

The question was so full of uncertainty and insecurity and there's nothing that Kara wants more than to just wrap around Lena and tell her how goddamn amazing she is.

“Oh, Lena," Kara whispers, "your mom would be so happy if you found her. I’d even say she’s been waiting for you. And of course, she’s proud of you!” Kara sits up at this, can’t contain all her awe for Lena.

“You’re amazing! Have you met you? Your mom would be so proud of you. I just know it, Lena.”

Lena opens her eyes, smiles shyly at her, reaches up to cup Kara’s cheek. Even though the angle is awkward, Kara feels her entire being light up at the touch.

“Thank you. You always know just what to say.”

Kara's right hand comes up to keep Lena’s hand steady, before tilting slowly to press a kiss to her palm.

She registers the up-tick in her heartbeat before letting go and laying back down again.

Kara’s beginning to understand, now. Lena doesn’t want to wonder anymore, maybe if she knew where she came from, who she could’ve been, and what kind of life she could’ve led, existing wouldn’t be as hard as it is now. Maybe Lena wanted to know that a Luthor isn’t all that she is. Even though Kara has repeated again and again that she is so much more. Lena needs to figure that out for herself, Kara guesses.

Maybe, Lena finally needs a name other than what has been ingrained in her. Maybe Lena needs to name the parts of herself she never had before.

“Maybe you came from a family of thieves,” Kara murmurs, closing her eyes too.

“Kara.” she feels Lena shift, she opens one eye to see Lena propped on her elbows leaning over her. “Are you saying you think being a hoodie thief is genetic?”

“You never know, Lena you never know,” Kara manages to say, her brain a loop of, Lena’s eyes are so pretty, so pretty, so pretty, her hair smells so nice, please kiss me, please kiss-

Kara closes her eyes again to make the chanting stop.

“You do know I'm a scientist, right?”

“Mm. Doesn’t make you any less of a hoodie thief.”

That earns her a pillow on the face.

“Personally, I think you’re some lost princess though," Kara divulges.

Lena lets out a loud incredulous laugh at that.

“What?" Lena blurts out, "You think I’m a princess?”

There’s a cheesy pick-up line there somewhere that Kara chooses to ignore.

“Well, you have the whole Snow White look down to a T, after all. Pale skin, dark hair. The whole ensemble really.”

"I can't believe I'm agreeing to this," Lena groans, “but, I think you might be right. God, I even have the whole evil stepmother-stepbrother dynamic down. Does that make you one of my dwarfs?”

“Dwarf? Really? Lena, really?”

She’s glad to learn that Lena had picked up a thing or two from their Disney marathons. That doesn’t mean Kara appreciates being called a dwarf though. She sits up and leans back on her elbows too; their faces inches from each other now. Lena’s eyes gleaming with mischief.

“You turn into Grumpy when someone eats your ice cream.”

Kara gasps, clutches her heart as if wounded and falls down dramatically. Lena just laughs at her, lies down again before asking, “Think I’ll find Prince Charming there, then?”

“You don’t need Prince Charming.”

I’m right here.

“True,” Lena agrees. Lena doesn’t need anybody, although would it really hurt if she says that she needed Kara the way Kara needs her?

“Ireland seems like the best place to run off into the sunset though," Lena wonders aloud.

“Is that what you wanna do?” Kara asks, “Just run off into the sunset?”

Because, because, if it is, I can do something even better. I can fly you off into the sunset. All you have to do is ask. Her heart is galloping in her chest and she’s grateful that out of the two of them, she’s the only one with super hearing.

“No, I don’t think so,” Lena answers and Kara lets out a none too subtle breath of relief.

“You don’t have to search for a home, you know,” Kara whispers. She just- She just needs Lena to know this, okay?

“I know,” Lena answers. “I still need to do this though.”

Once Lena Luthor makes up her mind there’s no changing it, it’s something Kara’s come to know through the years.

“You’ll come back soon though?”

“Maybe. Honestly, Kara? I don’t really know about ‘soon’. How close is ‘soon’ anyway? Would there even be a good reason for me to come back?”

How Kara held her all screams in the moment Lena said that, she doesn’t know.

******

There are balloons and cake and confetti but it doesn’t feel anything remotely close to a party.

It feels more something along the lines of, train wreck and heartbreak and building on fire. In short, disaster.

She vaguely registers Kelly asking her to hover and hang the banner. Why would she want to hang a banner screaming “We”ll Miss You!” in glittering blue? Kara grabs the ends of it and hangs it up anyway.

We’ll Miss You doesn't even begin to cover Kara’s feelings about Lena’s departure and oncoming absence.

But then again, this isn’t about her.

The door buzzes before Kara can spiral down her blackhole again.

Andrea comes in through the door with a bottle of champagne, which she hands off to Kara along with her coat. Kara fumbles after Andrea.

This isn’t CatCo! I’m not your employee! And champagne? Really? What is there to celebrate?

Lena arrives shortly after and streamers are let out. They make in-jokes and everyone’s laughing and Alex keeps telling Lena to bring home ‘some of the good stuff’ and Brainy keeps asking if he’s allowed to tinker with Lena’s projects while she's away, and Nia’s handing Lena an old film camera, “Document everything for me? Alright?" and Kara’s trying, she really, really is.

Even though she can’t understand how all of them are happy and smiling at the thought of Lena leaving them.

She doesn’t even notice what she’s doing till she’s bracing herself for take-off out in Lena’s balcony, when a hand lands on her wrist.

“Hey.” Lena anchors her back to the ground. It’s a mistake to turn and meet Lena’s eyes.

“Stay? Please?” Lena asks.

Unfair, Kara thinks again. It’s unfair that she gets to ask that.

******

Kara stays.

She stays till the lights are off, the blankets drawn and Lena’s snoring in her arms.

She’s eyeing the suitcase at the corner of the room.

I forgive you, she thinks, I forgive you for taking my heart in the suitcase you packed.

She didn’t even know it was trapped inside till Lena’s zipping everything up and Kara couldn’t breathe.

“Please, please, don’t go,” she pleads into the dark. .

Lena shifts, mumbles incoherently and burrows deeper into Kara.

******

The runway is shimmering after the early morning drizzle, and Lena Luthor looks like someone from a magazine, standing there in her velvet coat and aviators. There’s only the two of them, and there’s a smug pride in Kara about the fact that Lena didn’t want anybody here but her.

She’s leaving today. In a few hours, they’ll be on different continents. Kara wouldn’t be able to trace her heartbeat anymore. Lena made her promise not to chase the plane. She’s still pretty bummed about that.

“You know I’m gonna call you everyday, right?” Kara mutters in her ear, arms wrapped tight around Lena.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from Kara Danvers.” Lena squeezes back, before pulling away.

“G-good.”

“Well, this is my ride,” Lena tells her, gestures to the jet behind her. “This is goodbye then.”

“For now.” Kara insists.

“For now.” Lena confirms, “Goodbye, for now.”

She turns to go but Kara can’t-

“Lena, wait.”

She tugs on Lena’s hand and she comes back to her willingly. Before Kara loses the nerve, she presses into Lena’s lips. She cups her face gently, feels the warmth of the sun on her cheeks, feels the moment Lena’s brain catches up to what’s happening.

It doesn’t taste like goodbye, Kara realizes. It tastes like a promise of something more.

“What was that for?” Lena breathes out, Kara can hear their hearts hammering in sync.

“Your reason to come back home.”

[special shoutout to @mssirey who gave great writing advice to this poor hapless writer（〃｀ 3′〃）i kith u on the forehead. ]

#if u see a typo no u dont #the reckless writer writes #a supercorp ficlet of sorts #here have a super self-indulgent fic before the next disaster of an ep drops #sg spoilers

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thornedrose44 · 3 years

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Supercorp prompt-

Lena takes an art class to de-stress and Kara is the nude model. Awkward semi- naked flirting ensues.

(A/N: So, I put my own twist on this (hope that’s okay), I made Lena a teacher just because I liked the idea of Lena having to keep her lack of chill under control and be professional in front of a class funny - though this fic went down just a really light, fluffy route which I hadn’t expected when I started it.)

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It had been going well, the first term had passed with only a few missteps and one trip to the emergency room - though, the Dean had told her that Zach had yet to make it through a single class without some sort of accident and had been preemptively banned from taking Chemistry classes for fear of taking out an entire graduation class.

Lena had never expected to return to her alma mater as a lecturer but the stars had aligned at just the right time. The youngest Luthor had reached a stage in her career where she had finally proven her adoptive mother wrong about not finding success as an artist and had made enough money that she need never paint another picture in her life again. The lack of necessity and the return to a more Luthor-esque lifestyle - galas, fancy balls and paid talks - had subsequently impacted her inspiration. She needed a change. A return to her roots and some sort of stability without losing her ability to make a personal impact with her work.

Her mentor - J’onn - was stepping down from the art department and had recommended her as his replacement; National City University had jumped at the chance of the world renowned Lena Luthor taking up a teaching position there.

She was now a third of the way through the school year, settled comfortably into her new role, and absolutely loving it. Her spark was back, and she was enjoying being in one place surrounded by her old friends. She was reconnecting with skills and techniques she hadn’t touched in years whilst simultaneously giving advice and encouragement to students that reminded her of herself when Lillian had cut her off to force her into attending business school and abandoning her dreams. She was finally able to return the kindness J’onn had given her all those years ago to the next generation of artists.

It was the second term that Lena experienced her first set of real nerves.

Lena had an artistic weak spot, an achilles heel that she had been able to keep out of her signature artistic style but she would now be forced to confront.

Life drawing.

It had been her lowest scoring class by a mile and she had avoided the advanced elective classes like the plague. Lena knew practice made perfect but she’d never had enough interest to develop her skills. Her interest had always lied more in natural landscape beauty - J’onn had said her true inspiration lied with trying to recreate her childhood memories of Ireland: emerald rolling hills, rocky cliffs, dense forests ensconced by a mystical fog that lended her artwork a fantastical element that she was now known for.

The problem lied in Lena’s lack of interest in people.

She had never really seen the ‘art’ in them.

Kelly, Sam and Andrea had spent hours over evening drinks psycho-analysing just why that might be, their two favourite theories were Lena’s family (the loss of her mother and the general unpleasantness of the Luthors) or Lena’s truly terrible dating history (their favourite topic of conversation due to the sheer number of embarrassing stories it elicited).

Lena refused to acknowledge the accuracy of both theories.

It was therefore with a sense of dread that Lena prepared for the first Life Model Drawing class that Tuesday afternoon. The one small silver lining was that she didn’t need to arrange a model - she had vague memories of J’onn trying to entice volunteers and grumbling under his breath about some of the less than pleasant eager volunteers. J’onn had a list of regular volunteers that he had accrued over the years that were reliable and just liked to help out - most of them older with an appreciation for the arts and more time on their hands than they knew what to do with. The University admin team had organised everything and simply told her to expect a Kara Danvers at the studio some time before the class.

Lena had finished prepping the studio well in advance, reviewed the relevant techniques for most of the morning and even phoned J’onn for a much needed pep talk over lunch. She had just convinced herself that everything might be okay, that she just might be able to do this, when the most beautiful woman Lena had ever laid eyes on burst into the studio.

A toned body that glinted with a light sheen of sweat barely covered by a white v-neck tucked in at the front of a pair of dark jeans that merely brought all of Lena’s attention to the bronze belt buckle that locked away a thousand dirty thoughts. Glorious golden ringlet curls bounced up and down as the woman stumbled to a sudden stop as the most piercing blue eyes imaginable behind thick glasses locked with Lena’s green ones.

“Hi, I’m Kara!” The goddess announced, swallowing thickly and stumbling forward in her hefty black boots as she extended out a hand for Lena to take.

Lena only reached out due to years of Luthor training that had ingrained politeness into her muscle memory - her brain still not firing on all cylinders at the sight of the woman in front of her. Kara’s warm palm connected with Lena’s, long fingers curling gently yet firmly around the edge of her hand and sending arcs of lightning through Lena’s body and causing her breath to stutter.

“I hope you haven’t been waiting for me for too long.” Kara continued, a bright apologetic smile lighting up her entire face and grinding whatever gears were still turning Lena’s mind to a dead - permanent - halt. “I try to always get here early to help set-up but the interview I was conducting overran - I’m a journalist, by the way - and then my bike - motorbike that is -” Lena’s mind caught on the motorbike and turned it round over and over and over again, “didn’t start and… I’m rambling. Oh, golly! I mean heck, I mean sorry.” Kara huffed, cheeks filling with air before releasing into an adorable pout. “Sorry.”

It was then that Lena realised two things.

One, it was her turn to say something and there had now been at least ten prolonged seconds of silence as they stared into each other’s eyes.

And two, they were still holding hands because that’s what it was now, it most definitely could not be considered a handshake.

“Umm… hi…” Lena choked out whilst simultaneously jerking her hand back to her side, hoping the somewhat stifling heat of the studio would hide the red blush perfusing her cheeks. “Lena. I’m Lena, that is…”

“Hi.” Kara murmured, smiling soft and sweet at her causing Lena’s heart to flip and melt and dance and do a million impossible things all at once.

“Hi.” Lena repeated dumbly - so dumbly.

“I should…” Kara chuckled, hands miming grabbing the edge of her t-shirt and lifting it up, “You know?”

Oh, god the goddess is going to undress, Lena’s brain screamed in gay at herself.

“Yeah, definitely do that.” Lena encouraged with a flap of her hand towards the centre of the studio where a solitary illuminated stool awaited. “Do you need anything? Is the lighting okay? Stool… umm… sturdy?”

Kara grinned at her, blue eyes barely sparing a glance at the studio’s set-up, “Looks perfect.”

“Great.” Lena cheered, jerking her thumb over at her desk in the corner where she had prepped her teaching materials, “I’ll… uh… be over there.”

“And I’ll be right here.” Kara shot back with a cheeky wink as she walked over to the stool, a towel awaiting her to provide suitable covering until the class had settled, shucking her white shirt over her head and revealing back muscles that would star in Lena’s fantasies for the foreseeable future.

“Yep.” Lena popped, taking a deep breath and trying to work out if she should be murmuring a thank you to God or screaming a desperate why me.

***

The class had gone well - except for the long periods where her brain shutdown whenever she studied the play of shadows across Kara’s defined musculature. She managed to cover it quite well by making it seem like she was just assessing her students’ work closely, analysing their line work and shading rather than going through an extended gay crisis that eclipsed seeing boobs for the first time in college.

Kara, on the other hand, was a consummate professional, holding a steady pose throughout and utterly unfazed by the concentrated gazes on her - though, Lena could have sworn that she caught deep blue eyes tracking her movements round the half-circle every now and again.

“So, you’re experienced doing this?” Lena asked, once the last student had departed and Kara was finishing re-tying her sturdy boots back up.

“Taking my clothes off?” Kara chuckled, shooting the teacher an amused smirk, getting to her feet and strolling easily over to where Lena was examining the product of her class’ efforts.

Lena faltered, “I meant-”

“I’m just teasing.” Kara reassured, reaching out to squeeze Lena’s forearm in a half-apology that Lena could have sworn burnt Kara’s hand print into her skin, “I’ve done this for a while now. I did an interview with J’onn a few years ago and his model bailed at the last minute and I was here already and…” Kara shrugged casually like stepping in was the obvious thing to do, like kindness was the only option - which Lena didn’t doubt for a second was something Kara genuinely believed. “I like helping out where I can. And I just kept coming back…” Kara explained, clasping her hands behind her back as she took a tentative step closer to Lena, “I was never really sure why until-”

“Hey, babe, you ready to go?”

Lena’s head snapped round to see Andrea strolling through the doorway, eyes fixed on her phone utterly oblivious to the moment she had just trampled all over. Lena wasn’t sure whether Andrea was naturally such a good cockblock or if she practiced at it - regardless of either option Lena’s sexlife had vanished into thin air since she’d returned to living in the same city as Andrea. (Not that Lena thought that her and Kara were heading that way but Lena had been enjoying the hope of it at least).

“Andrea, you’re early for the first time in.... well, ever…” Lena snarked, rolling her eyes before glancing over to Kara, only to find the blonde had taken a large step away from her and her expression was far more neutral and guarded than it had been only moments before.

“Wait, we weren’t meeting at 4?” Andrea frowned, still not bothering to look up.

“Ah, so you’re not early, you’re over an hour late.” Lena remarked.

“God, you’re such a drama queen…” Andrea sighed, finally lifting her gaze from her phone, her eyes immediately alighting on Kara with undisguised interest. “And who is this?”

“Andrea, this is Kara the model for our life drawing classes.” Lena introduced taking a protective step in front of the blonde, an action that did not go unnoticed by the other two occupants in the room. “Kara, this is my supposed best friend who is regularly trying to lose that title.”

“Oh, best friend?” Kara repeated; the familiar brightness from before returning to her expression as she looked excitedly between the two friends.

“Yes.” Lena answered, smiling shyly at Kara and immediately forgetting Andrea’s existence, let alone presence in the room.

“That’s great.” Kara grinned, blushing a light pink a second later as her hands fidgeted with her keys, “I mean… ummm…. That you have a best friend. My sister is my best friend, though I have other friends. I just mean that… friends are cool.”

Lena laughed lightly at Kara’s ramble, leaning closer towards the blonde without realising until Andrea appeared at her shoulder looking far too pleased with herself.

“Kara,” Andrea greeted, holding out a hand for the blonde to shake (Lena was comforted to see their handshake was quick, almost professional in comparison to the lingering touch Kara and Lena had shared earlier). “The pleasure is all mine.” Andrea declared, winking surreptitiously at the teacher - Lena instantly dreaded the upcoming girl’s night.

“Nice to meet you.” Kara replied friendly and sincere, before smiling softly at Lena and muttering a hopeful, “I’ll see you next week?”

“I’ll be here.” Lena reassured, watching as Kara nodded farewell to Andrea and departed, waving on her way out.

“Well…” Andrea murmured mischievously.

“Don’t.” Lena said sharply, holding up a finger to deter whatever torment Andrea had brewing. “Not a word. Not a single word.”

“Ooookay.” Andrea lied.

***

“You okay?” Lena asked tentatively, watching as Kara sluggishly slung her bag over her shoulder the pep to her step nowhere near as present as it had been last week.

They hadn’t had a chance to talk before the class even though Kara arrived much earlier to help set-up - Lena had been helping a student struggling with deadlines and a sudden crisis of confidence which prevented them from interacting. Despite being occupied, Lena had seen the fatigue weighing heavily on the reporter, saw how her impeccable posture dropped and how her students added weary lines to her expression in their artwork.

“I think you fell asleep on that stool for ten minutes at some point.” Lena murmured, brow creasing in concern.

“Pfft… what?” Kara reassured with a light-hearted wave of her hand. “Impossible.”

Lena arched an unimpressed eyebrow, “You snore. Quite loudly.”

“Oh…” Kara pouted guiltily, rubbing at the back of her neck, “My sister is going through a rough patch and I stayed up late with her last night.”

Lena’s amusement drained away to be replaced with soft, supportive care, “Is she okay?”

“Yeah, she’s doing better.” Kara replied, blue eyes twinkling at Lena’s inquiry that had them both ducking their heads coyly and sharing furtive glances. “I should get going.” Kara coughed out, though she made no move to leave.

“Or…” Lena began hesitantly, heart fluttering in her chest, “we could go for coffee? You should probably have a coffee before driving,” Lena rationalised, nervously stepping back from the blatant romantic line she was toeing, “you know for safety…”

“For safety.” Kara repeated carefully, blue eyes glowing with warmth, “That sounds wonderful.”

***

It didn’t take them long at all to settle into a comfortable routine.

Kara came early to the life model classes, helping set-up the room as they talked about the students' progress and what Lena was going to make the focus of the class. During the class itself, Lena no longer needed to flit as regularly between her students, they had learned the basic techniques enough to practise for themselves, now only requiring light guidance which allowed Lena time to either do some marking or her own art. Kara posed perfectly throughout, though Lena was becoming more and more aware of Kara’s still gaze on her as the weeks passed by.

After class, it was now custom for them to grab a coffee and go for a long walk around the university campus as they talked about everything and nothing. They would have been building towards a strong friendship if it wasn’t for the lingering touches, blatant flirts, blushes and wandering gazes.

Lena wasn’t overly sure why they hadn’t crossed that line, made that final move, but she found she didn’t particularly mind the wait. She was convinced that they had both decided that the journey was making the destination all the more desirable.

It became abundantly apparent, though, that Kara thought differently if their conversation after the class midway through the term was anything to go by.

“So do you not like my body?” Kara asked, quick and fearful, eyes looking down at the sketch Lena had done during class of a vase of flowers in the corner rather than of the readily available model.

“What?” Lena muttered in disbelief looking up sharply from her desk to see Kara paling considerably having clearly not intended to ask the question that she had blurted out.

“I… uh…” Kara squeaked, mouth opening and closing rapidly, before lifting her bare wrist up with a jerky motion and whistling in exaggerated surprise, “Wow, look at the time. I’m late for… uh… this thing. Work thing. Interview! That’s a work thing.”

And just like that she was gone - Lena wouldn’t have been surprised if there was a Kara shaped hole in the studio wall with how fast she disappeared - leaving Lena with a sinking, twisty feeling in the pit of her stomach that told her she might have lost more than her regular coffee with Kara over that one interaction.

***

Lena had Kara’s phone number and they had taken to texting throughout the day; however, since Kara’s panicked question - which probably revealed some deep vulnerability in the blonde - there had been complete and total radio silence. No memes, no cute animal pics, no sweet check ins… Lena’s phone remained silent when it once vibrated with life.

Lena wanted to text or call Kara the second she had left the studio but Lena didn’t feel like this was a conversation they could have over text, so she waited impatiently for them to be face to face again, counting down the days until the next class.

Lena even took to repeatedly checking in with the admin office to confirm that Kara hadn’t pulled out of modelling; reaching the stage where Jess, the most senior admin in the team, had taken to emailing her every couple of hours to reassure her that Kara still hadn’t cancelled.

When Kara appeared, nervously stepping into the art room, fingers playing with the hem of her shirt, it was like Lena could finally breathe easy again. The fear and loss eeking away in an instant, giving Lena the necessary courage to stride forward and bare herself in a way that Kara had been doing every week without Lena fully realising.

“I don’t like drawing people.” Lena announced, shoving her hands into her pockets to resist the temptation to reach out to the other woman as the blonde blinked at her in surprise, listening intently. “It’s kind of a thing with me.” Lena winced, pushing down all the reasons for why that is. “When I draw something I… kind of let whatever it is into me, let it consume me and it… stays with me for a long time after that. It’s why I draw what I draw. I draw my home because it's a part of me already. Drawing someone means carrying them with me and… that’s scary for me.” Lena breathed, glancing at the blonde to see soft understanding in blue eyes. “I just wanted you to know it’s not you.”

Kara nodded, shuffling closer and dipping her head so that she could whisper into the still space between them, “Thank you.”

“Right,” Lena murmured, swallowing thickly before jerking a thumb over her shoulder, “I should-”

“Do you want to get dinner?” Kara inquired earnestly causing Lena to freeze in hopeful surprise. “After class, that is?”

“Um… Yes.” Lena replied, nodding her head eagerly.

“Awesome.” Kara grinned brightly.

***

Kara took her to a tucked away italian restaurant that was one of National City’s hidden gems. The food was outstanding and the company was even better.

It wasn’t a date, but it wasn’t just friends going out for dinner either.

Lena would call it a test-run but that would imply that Lena wasn't already one hundred percent certain that she wanted an actual date with Kara. It was more of a date-appetiser if Lena was going to call it anything, a taste to build interest before the real thing.

Once they had finished their food, Kara didn’t hesitate to interlace their fingers as they went for an evening stroll around a nearby park, both wishing to prolong their time together.

“Can I see your art?” Kara requested; they had been sitting on a bench in front of a lit-up fountain for the last twenty minutes or so in comfortable silence. Lena had expressed an interest in sketching the fountain and Kara hadn’t hesitated to find them a seat and encourage Lena’s desire without complaint, occupying herself with people-watching in the meantime.

“I’m pretty sure the images are all over the internet.” Lena replied drolly.

“Yeah, I know it’s just…” Lena’s pencil froze in it’s movements finally noticing how hard Kara was trying to act casual, “what you said about it being a part of you, I thought-”

“You want me to show it to you…” Lena inferred, setting her pencil down and closing her handy sketchbook in an instant.

“It’s stupid, I’ll-” Kara laughed awkwardly, shaking her head in an attempt to brush over the request like it wasn’t a big deal

“I don’t have many pieces here in National City,” Lena said thoughtfully, getting to her feet and holding out a hand for Kara, “but I have some works in progress that I can show you… if you want that is?”

“I would love that.” Kara beamed, jumping to her feet as Lena tugged her back towards her campus studio, already picking out her favourite pieces in her mind that she wanted to share with the blonde.

***

Lena and Kara’s ‘friendship’ continued to blossom into something neither could have anticipated that day Kara sprinted into the studio all those weeks ago. The weekly class they shared was now always followed by dinner, taking it in turns to share their favourite cuisines and restaurants. They had also grown beyond only seeing each other on their allotted class day, sharing lunches and movie nights and spontaneous coffees as they learned each other's schedule and needs.

Lena read all of Kara’s articles and spent many an evening asking countless questions about the background to each of them. Likewise, Kara would appear for coffee with one of Lena’s artworks saved in her phone, burning with curiosity about what had inspired it.

Time spent with Kara flew by and, before Lena knew it, it was the final class prior to spring break. Her last class with Kara until the next school year and Lena was finally ready.

She had finally figured it out.

Why she had waited.

Why she had yet to seize the numerous opportunities to transition her relationship with Kara into a romantic one.

It was because she knew.

She knew from the second that she had taken Kara’s hand in hers when they first met that this was it. That Kara was it.

And that was, and still is, terrifying.

When they had first met, Lena hadn’t been ready for Kara. Hadn’t been ready for everything that Kara represented and would come to mean. She had needed the time, the time to lower her guard, to trust and hope.

And now, she was ready and she knew exactly how to let Kara know.

The class came to an end with Lena giving her students a quick speech on how proud of their progress she was and wishing them a good spring break. Kara lingered behind as was now custom, helping Lena tidy up the area before they headed out together.

“Kara?” Lena called out nervously, sweaty palms rubbing against her black denim covered thighs as her heart beat thunderously in her chest. “I was wondering…” Lena began, clearing her throat as Kara stopped what she was doing to give Lena her undivided attention. “Can I… can I draw you?”

Kara’s brow instantly furrowed in confusion, “I thought-”

“Yeah…” Lena laughed shyly, staring into deep blue eyes, practically begging for Kara to understand what she was really saying. “Can I?” Lena repeated.

Kara pursed her lips thoughtfully as she studied Lena’s expression - it was then Lena realised that Kara understood exactly why they had been waiting. Kara wasn’t replying because she wanted to check that Lena was sure, was giving Lena a chance to delay, was saying - without really saying it - that she could wait longer.

Lena didn’t take the escape Kara offered, instead she lifted her head higher and arched an eyebrow at the blonde.

A thousand-watt smile of excitement took up residence on Kara’s face as she nodded eagerly, “Of course.”

“Clothes on.” Lena clarified - she had promised herself that the first time she truly studied Kara’s body it would be in a setting where touching would not break any professional standards.

***

Lena had Kara sit opposite her in her private studio, their knees pressed tightly against one another providing a warm point of contact to keep them grounded. Lena’s gaze flickered from her sketchpad to Kara’s features; occasionally, she would reach out to adjust a lock of golden hair so it caught the light. Kara, meanwhile, had an ever constant soft smile that didn’t diminish for the entirety of the session even as she was forced to rein in her boundless curiosity to stop herself from sneaking a peek at Lena’s sketch until it was ready to be revealed.

Lena only drew Kara’s head because, though, she had spent countless hours in the presence of Kara’s naked body over the course of the last few weeks - when Lena thought of Kara (really thought about her in the way that made her heart skip), it wasn’t her abs or her biceps that Lena pictured (though she did think about them regularly when she was in her bed alone at night).

It was Kara’s eyes that Lena thought about most.

How they were so bright and hopeful whilst simultaneously melancholic and lost.

There were whole galaxies in those blue eyes and Lena knew that she could spend the rest of her life drawing them and never get bored, nor get them exactly right.

“What do you think?” Lena asked, slowly turning her sketchbook round for Kara to see.

It wasn’t finished. It was mere line work that would require further detailing but it was a good start and she hoped Kara could see its potential like she did with everything else in the world - like she did with Lena.

“It’s…” Kara began, licking her lips as she pulled the sketchbook closer to her chest like it was something treasured and infinitely rare. “It's incredible.” Kara breathed, the sincerity of her words undeniable due to how they were accompanied by a watery film to her blue eyes.

“I like your body.” Lena whispered, shattering the companionable silence they had drifted into as Kara admired Lena’s artistry.

“W-w-what?” Kara stammered, head jerking up at the out-of-the-blue declaration.

Lena reached out for the sketchbook, lifting it out of Kara’s hand and placing it on the nearby table so that she could take Kara’s hands in hers.

“You asked if I liked your body a while ago,” Lena reminded the blonde, “and I just thought you should know that I do. I really, really do. I mean really.” Lena emphasised, glancing appreciatively down at Kara’s body prompting the blonde to blush a pleased pink. “But it's more than just that. It’s become more than that. Talking after class, getting coffee, going for dinner… it's the best part of my week. You’re the best part of my week.”

“Lena-” Kara began, her mouth suddenly snapping shut as her jaw clenched and her chin lifted in determination. Blue eyes studied Lena for a long moment and all Lena could do was hold her breath and wait.

Lena made Kara wait weeks, she could therefore wait the stretched seconds that Kara needed in return without complaint

Kara got confidently to her feet, tugging Lena up with her, squeezing their hands once before releasing her so that she could reach up to tenderly cup Lena’s face. “I’m going to kiss you now.” Kara declared, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Thank fu-” Lena sighed gratefully, cut off from offering up her thanks by Kara’s perfect lips sliding over hers.

#supercorp #supercorp fic #supercorp prompt

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thinking1bee · 3 years

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When it Reigns Part 5

Requested by Anonymous

Pairings: Kara Danvers x Reader

Tags: Angst, Kryptonian!Reader, Parent!Reader, Parent!Kara, Estranged Parent, Graphic Depictions of Injuries, Blood, Humor, Bad Dreams, Memory Loss

Everything Taglist: @sammy90682 @nobody13 @owloftheshadows @captain-josslett @camslightstories @worldovart @finleyfray @acertainredhead @sammm9068 @reginassecretlover

It took some more investigative journalism, but you and Kara found out that it was Edge who was behind poisoning the kids. He orchestrated the plan to have chemicals dumped into the pool, and then to frame Lena further by dumping the same chemicals into National City’s water supply. Luckily with some saving from Supergirl, Edge was thrown behind bars and a cure was made for the families afflicted. You sighed for a day well done and you were in the process of saying good night to Angel.

“Will Luke be okay?” she asked you and you smiled.

“Yes. He should be getting better as we speak.”

You leaned down and kissed her forehead when Angel froze.

“Hey what’s wrong?”

She blinked. “You have a hole in your shirt.”

You looked down to see what she was talking about. Sure enough, there was a tear in the fabric of your blouse, and you held it in confusion, wondering how it got there.

“Oh, weird,” you said, shrugging it off. “Sweet dreams, okay?”

Angel nodded before she closed her eyes and you left quietly, smiling fondly as your daughter drifted off to sleep. As you walked down the hall, you felt at the tear in your shirt, and as you kept playing with it, something cold and metallic fell from the torn threads and landed on the floor with a sharp clang. You paused, bending over to pick up the object, and when you inspected it, you saw that it was a bullet.

You were…shot.

And you didn’t feel it.

Your hands went to your stomach, feeling around for anything unusual. You even lifted your shirt to see if there was anything wrong. There was nothing. Just the expanse of smooth and unharmed flesh. You swallowed hard as you looked up, seeing nothing but the emptiness of the hallway in front of you. You couldn’t ignore any of this anymore. You needed answers, so you went into your room and packed a small travel bag. You’d be gone for a day tops and hopefully, you would find what you needed. As you packed, you dialed for Kara, and she answered in the first ring.

“Y/n is everything okay?” she asked, and you smiled. Your darling wife, ever the worrier.

“I’m fine babe,” you replied with the smile playing at your lips. “I was wondering if you would be okay with watching Angel. I need to take a trip.”

You could practically hear Kara fix her glasses while shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “Is everything okay?” she asked again.

“I think so. I just need to pay a visit to my mother.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

The question was justified. The relationship between you and your adopted parental figure was less than stable. You’d soon go to hell voluntarily before stepping foot in her house again, but this was important. Something was going on with you and you needed answers. You had to start somewhere.

“I’ll be fine, I promise.”

Kara accepted your promise, trusting that you would be fine like you said. “Okay, just come back soon.”

You smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” you replied, and you disconnected the call.

***

Kara nibbled her lips, staring at the screen when you disconnected the call. She couldn’t help but think that something wears wrong and that you wanted her to think that everything was okay. Whatever it was, she knew that she would have to wrap this up soon. Angel was already home, and judging by the clock on Kara’s phone, was also in bed.

“…Kara?”

Kara looked up to see everyone in the DEO staring at her and she hastily put her phone back in her pocket.

“Sorry.”

“Is everything okay?” Alex asked and Kara shrugged. That was all she could do.

She was so worried about you. Ever since Angel told her about your selective memory loss, she had been so preoccupied with you that it was evoking distracting. She knew she should have followed up with that. She trusted you, as she did, but something was telling her to dive deeper into it and she ignored it. What could be going on that you felt the need to reach out to a woman that you had spoken to in years? Was everything that bad? And what about when Angel got hurt. Angel told her that it was a city light pole that fell on top of her, but she had been less than forthcoming with the details as to how she got free from under it. Things weren’t making any sense.

“Kara?”

Kara blinked and focused on everyone again. Alex had asked her a question and she went on a mental spiral.

“I’m fine,” she said quickly, but everyone looked at each other with skepticism. If Kara was truly okay, she wasn’t very convincing about it.

“Are you sure?” Alex asked, mirroring Kara’s early question to you. She nodded.

“Yes. Let’s focus on what caused the earthquake.”

Alex gave her once last look, her eyes searching. Kara nodded, her eyes focused on hers, knowing that she would know what it meant. We’ll talk later. Alex nodded before turning her attention back to the giant screens in front of her.

“Go ahead, Winn.”

Winn typed on his tablet before he dragged his finger across the screen, his wrist flicking, before what was on his tablet appeared on screens for everyone to see. On them was a map, with a single dot highlighted on a specific location. From the dot came virtual shockwaves that pulsed from the single location and spread outwards.

“I was able to pinpoint the exact location of the earthquake,” he explained. “But theres nothing out there.”

Beside him, J’onn nodded and crossed his arms. “I flew from the center and covered the entire area of coverage. There’s nothing there except cracked earth and debris.”

“So, if there’s nothing there, where did the earthquake come from?” Kara asked.

“That’s the mystery,” Winn said as he turned his attention back to the pulsating dot on the screen. Kara watched as the shockwaves emanated from the point over and over, the feeling of foreboding sending a chill down her spine.

***

You pulled up to your mother’s house and put the car in park. She still lived all the way out in Metropolis and was still in the same house and everything. It was like nothing changed. Well almost nothing. She may have stayed the same, but you changed entirely. No matter what happened, you promised to keep your cool. There was a reason why you never so much as sent her a Christmas card. So, you took a deep breath and squared your shoulders, before getting out of the car and knocking on the door. It took a bit of knocking but she finally answered, and she looked at you like she had seen a ghost.

“Y/n?”

“Hello, Elizabeth,” you greeted. “May I come in?”

After some small talk and a glass of water that you still hadn’t drank from, it was finally time to address the elephant in the room. Though if it were up to you, the elephant wouldn’t need to be pointed out anyway. Just acknowledge it and move on.

“I haven’t seen you since…” Elizabeth swallowed thickly, a nervous chuckle escaping her. “Well, you know.

“I couldn’t imagine why you’d expect me to keep in touch after you kicked me out.”

“I did that to teach you a lesson!”

She still believed that? Even after all these years?

“That’s odd because that wasn’t what it felt like.”

She looked away from you, her eyebrows furrowed in hurt, and you had to resist the urge to scoff. Her little act wasn’t going to work on you. You decided that you had enough with strolling down memory lane.

“Do you know where I can find my birth parents?” you asked. At that, her head snapped up and she met your eyes.

“Why?”

“That doesn’t matter. Do you know or not?”

She didn’t answer, she only stared at you, and you could feel your irritation grow. You never asked her of anything, not since she kicked you out, and now that you were asking about your real parents, after all these years, now she wanted to give you a hard time???

“I’m sorry,” was all she said. You smirked and she looked at you.

“You have got to be kidding me. Then at least tell me which adoption agency you adopted me from.”

Elizabeth shook her head, and you actually snapped your fingers, pointing at her as your irritation morphed into rage.

“I’ve never asked you for anything once you threw me out, and this is how you want to play this?!”

“That was to teach you a lesson,” she repeated, like the explanation would make everything okay.

“That what?” you demanded. “That it was never okay for me to like who I liked?”

“You know that I didn’t approve of your homosexual escapades.”

“Oh yeah, and then I dated a guy to make you happy. Good thing for me that he knocked me up and left the moment he found out I was pregnant. I was 19! I needed someone there for me! I needed my mom!”

“Y-you were pregnant?” she whispered, horrified that she hadn’t known until now.

“Yes! And you would have known that if you had just listened to me!”

Elizabeth had thrown you to the side after finding out that you had sex with him. She wanted a good Christian daughter, one that followed every rule in the Bible. That wasn’t you, and no matter how much she tried to force you to learn, or how much she forced you to go to church, it would never be you. Even now. You were happily married and trying your damnedest with your daughter. The relationship with her sperm donor may have been a huge mistake, but Angel never will be that. She was so much more. She was the reason you never gave up, and the woman that was in front of you, was the reason why you never learned to be a good mom. You spent your whole life being what she wanted for her sake.

“Did you keep it?” Elizabeth whispered.

“Her name is Angel,” you said sternly, and you had the satisfaction of watching her flinch. “And I guess by technicality you do have a granddaughter.”

“How is she?”

You stared at her, really stared at her, incredulous that she thought that she had the right to ask about Angel.

“If you think that I would let you, with your religious, Bible thumping poison and rhetoric around her, then I must be on crack.”

Elizabeth sighed. “I’m sorry.”

It was way too late for sorry. That wouldn’t work on you either.

“Do you know anything about my birth parents or the adoption agency that you got me from?” you asked again.

“Why do you want to know so bad?”

You had to stop yourself from screaming in from frustration. Instead, you took a deep breath and looked down.

“Things have been happening to me, Elizabeth,” you started as you looked at her intensely. I keep blacking out to do only God knows what and then I have no recollection of going anywhere or saying anything. Earlier this week, a pole fell on my daughter, and I lifted it clear above my head and threw it away as though it weighed nothing. Yesterday I was at a press conference when someone open fired into the crowd. I was shot, Elizabeth, and I didn’t feel anything. I pulled the crushed bullet from my clothes but there were no marks, no cuts, no anything. The past few weeks have been weird, and I swallowed the anger I have with you to ask you for your help. Now if you know anything, now would be the time to tell me.”

Elizabeth looked at you and was quiet. It seemed like she wasn’t going to say anything until she nodded her head, deciding something internally, before she looked at you.

“Follow me. I want to show you something.”

Part 6

#supergirl fanfic #kara danvers x reader #reader insert #kryptonian!reader #angst #injuries #blood #humor #bad dreams #memory loss #estranged parent #parents

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i don't know what to be without you around

Fandom: Supergirl Rating: K Pairings: None A/N: I fully intended for this to just be a goofy headcanon and then WHOOPS it turned into Danvers Sisters feelings. (Not k*lex. If I see it tagged as such, ya get BLOCKED.) Short. 99% fluff. Probably contains spelling errors. You’ve been warned.

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Then

Occasionally, Alex would regret all the time and effort she'd wasted focusing on the downsides of having been thrust into elder sibling-dom. Because while, yes, a lot of the changes that occurred in the Danvers household upon Kara's arrival were...not great...there were definitely some perks to having a sister.

Like the simple satisfaction of a perfectly timed, “Shotgun!” victory.

“What?” Kara protested, her yawn undercutting her indignation. “You can't call shotgun yet, we don't leave for another hour.”

“You snooze you lose,” Alex told her, giving her a pointed look as she yawned again. “Literally.”

Kara rolled her eyes and returned to stuffing pairs of t-shirts and shorts into her duffle bag. Alex did the same, surveying her own bag to see if she'd missed anything. Bug spray, maybe?

She turned to head out into the hall, but Kara stood in her path, wearing a sly smile.

Alex didn't like the look of it. Not one bit.

“What's with the face?” she asked, attempting to sidestep around her younger sister. Kara easily blocked her, and crossed her arms.

“Okay, you get shotgun,” she said. Alex blinked.

“Uh, yeah. I know. I called it.”

“Which means,” Kara continued, complete with dramatic pause for full effect, but Alex already knew what was coming. The second half of the rule...how could she have forgotten. How could she have been so foolish. “I get to pick the music.”

Alex groaned in dismay.

“Kara, no.”

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It would take them four hours to get to the Tuolumne Meadows campground. Alex sighed, and rested her head against the passenger-side window. That meant four rounds of Fearless, though it was more likely that Kara would just play the same five or six songs she'd been listening to on repeat ever since she bought the album.

“Can't we listen to something else? Please?” Alex begged.

Kara smirked, and turned the volume up.

But of course, her mom immediately turned it back down, giving Kara a stern look in the rearview mirror.

“Kara,” she said in a tone that suggested, knock it off.

Kara quickly cowed, retreating further into the safety of the backseat. “Sorry, Eliza.”

“Great,” Alex said, sitting up straighter in her seat. “Now get her to play something else.”

“Alex, just listen to your iPod, if you don't like Kara's music,” her mom suggested. Alex sank back into the seat.

“...It's not charged.” There was a snort from the backseat. Alex glared into the rearview mirror. “Because someone lost their chord and was hogging mine this morning.”

Kara shrugged, and smirked that same insufferable smirk.

“You snooze you lose.”

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Four hours and what felt like a billion playthroughs of “Forever and Always” later, they arrived at the campsite, the interminable car ride almost instantly forgotten as the rocky banks of the river came into view. Alex had been here before, years ago on a father-daughter camping trip, but it was Kara's first time. As they filed out of the car and began to pull duffle bags and ice chests from the trunk, she turned to gaze out at the trees, taking a deep, calming breath.

Alex joined her, and gave her shoulder a good natured nudge. “It's nice, huh?”

“Yeah,” Kara agreed. “It's...a softer kind of noisy, than Midvale,” she explained with a happy sigh. And then, after a moment, she said, “...Sorry for being a jerk, in the car.”

“It's fine,” Alex shrugged. “Here, grab the tent.” Kara lifted the gear with ease, and followed Alex over to a level patch of dirt. “I just don't get how you can listen to the same, like, five songs.” She gestured for Kara to dump out the contents of the tent.

“No super speed, Kara!” Eliza called from the car. “You'll kick up too much dust!”

“Okay!” Kara called back as Alex began sorting the pieces. Kara stooped to help her. “They're good songs. You listen to your favorites a lot.” And Alex had to pause and silently admit, that was true.

“Yeah, but not over and over,” Alex finally said. “I'd get tired of them.” Which was also true. She remembered liking that Fray song, once upon a time, but now, it just annoyed her, any time it played on the radio.

Kara shook her head at Alex’s remark. “I don’t. There's something new, every time.”

Alex glanced over at her, ready with a retort—how could there be anything new in Taylor Swift songs? Weren't they all just...basically the same thing? First dates at fifteen, feeling fearless in the rain at 2AM?

But Kara's eyes were bright behind her glasses as she enthusiastically went on. “Like, sometimes, I'll just listen to the rhythm, or the vocals, or I'll pick out my favorite sounds, and it makes the whole song brand new again.”

Alex narrowed her eyes. “So...it's an alien ears thing, or...?”

Kara considered the question as they continued to put the tent together—they'd located all the poles and stakes, and were maneuvering the tarps into place. “...Maybe?” She said.

Alex kept working on the tent, waiting for Kara to continue, perhaps offer some sort of additional explanation. When she didn’t, Alex looked up to see that Kara’s eyes were on the tree canopy overhead. Her expression was neutral, but Alex had come to recognize that particular look.

She was listening.

To what, Alex didn't know.

“Yeah,” she said after a time. “Yeah, I think it is an alien ears thing.” She smiled. “I like the way guitars sound.”

Alex might've teased her about that, if Kara hadn't sounded so achingly sincere. Did they have guitars, on Krypton? Alex couldn’t remember Kara saying anything about music from her home world. Alex knew it probably wasn’t the case, but she imagined it being a lot of...synth-y sci-fi stuff.

She considered asking Kara about it, but decided against it--sometimes, Kara would get...weird, about such topics, and they were having a nice time. Alex didn’t want to ruin it.

So instead, she feigned offense. “Well, if you like guitars, I don't see why you don't like my music.”

Kara emphatically shook her head.

“Your music is loud.”

Alex started feeding one of the poles through the tent material. “Um, yes? That's the best part?”

“Yeah, no thanks,” Kara chuckled as she hammered a stake in place. The repeated the process at each corner, and soon enough, the tent was upright, and ready for them to store their gear inside. “It's loud and it's so emo.”

Alex snorted, heading for their pile of backpacks and duffle bags.

“Okay, Miss 'Romeo save me I've been feeling so alone'.”

FWUMP.

A sleeping bag collided with Alex's right arm.

“That song is great!” Kara insisted, already reaching for more ammo with a wide smile.

“That's not even how the play goes!” Alex teased her. “Right? Aren't you like, the Romeo and Juliet expert?”

FWUMP. The second sleeping bag hit home, but Alex didn't care. She was having fun.

“That's not the point, and you know it!”

“See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns, see you make your way through the crowd--” Alex thought she was safe, as there were no more sleeping bags.

But Kara had found their pillows.

FWUMP. FWUMP.

She laughed again, careful not to let the pillows fall in the dirt. And she was just about ready to give Kara a taste of her own medicine, when she saw that sly smile once more.

Oh, no.

“Hey, Alex, if you hate the song so much,” Kara said with a knowing look, “how come you know all the words?”

Well, shoot.

“...Cause...you play it all the time. Obviously.”

“And you’ve listened close enough each time to learn all the lyrics?”

Alex scowled. “...I mean. It’s...it’s kind of catchy, I guess.”

Kara beamed.

“Ha! I knew—”

Alex hurled both pillows at her.

FWUMP!

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Now

Alex lets out a relieved sigh.

Kara is back.

Kara is safe.

Kara appears to be whole and...mostly healthy. Her sodium levels are low enough to give Alex some pause, and her right leg shows signs of muscle strain, but otherwise...

“Can I go home now?” Kara's voice is raspy from fatigue. Alex shakes her head.

“Not yet,” she says. “Sodium has to be administered slowly. It's gonna take a while.”

Alex expects some sort of pushback, or protest, but Kara just offers a small hum of understanding. She really is tired, Alex realizes.

“But hey, good news,” Alex adds with forced brightness, “you do get to eat in about,” she consults her watch, “fifteen minutes, or so. Anything you want. Me and Kelly are buying.”

This earns a groggy grin from Kara, and Alex stores the image in her mind, filed under 'reassurances that Kara is still Kara, even after...everything.'

“A dangerous offer,” Kara jokes.

“Well. It...would not be the first time we bought a mountain of food, to welcome you home,” she admits. Kara shoots her a sad, questioning look, but Alex pointedly ignores it. “So. What'll it be? Pick your poison.”

Her sister's brow furrows in thought. “Um. I guess...whatever will get here fastest?” she suggests. “I'm starving.”

“Ah. We all had a feeling you might be, so,” Alex scoots her stool across the room and extracts a plastic bag from under one of the lab tables. “Snack run,” she says, revealing the spoils with a flourish. Kara laughs outright. It's soft, but it's the strongest she's sounded since returning from the Phantom Zone.

“Thank you,” she says. But Alex taps her watch.

“Still have eight minutes to go,” she reminds her. Kara nods obediently, though she's already sifting through the bag.

“I assume the apples and olives are from Brainy,” she says.

“He swears by that combo,” Alex tells her. “Don't worry, I'm pretty sure J'onn put some actual sustenance in there. You know. Red Vines. Pretzels. The good stuff.”

“...What's this?” Kara asks, and Alex wonders if Brainy perhaps added other questionable food combinations, but the item Kara pulls from the bag isn't one of the snacks.

“Oh.” Alex rubs her arm, a little self consciously. She forgot she left that in there. “That's just...” She pauses. “...I saw that. While you were...” Alex tries to think of a good word for it, but there isn’t one. “...away. I guess I thought...that if I got it. It...was like a promise. That we'd find you. And I'd give it to you.”

The logic doesn't seem quite as sound, as she says it out loud. Regardless, it dredges up memories of awful days marked only by failure, frustration, and fear that they'd never find Kara.

She shakes her head, clearing the thoughts away, and continues in a lighter tone. “Because obviously, pot stickers would go bad, so. This seemed...less wasteful.”

Kara nods, still staring at the shrink-wrapped copy of Fearless (Taylor's Version). A wistful sort of look tugs at her features.

“I haven't listened to these songs in years,” she says.

And Alex can't pass up the opportunity to tease her. “Yes. It's been nice.”

Kara rolls her eyes, but she's still smiling. “It's a good album and you know it,” she says. She sets it aside and yawns. Alex notices that she's looking a little worn out, and she doesn't appear interested in the food anymore.

“You want to rest, while I order the food?”

“...Yeah,” Kara decides. Alex stands to collect the snacks and put them back on the lab table. Kara inclines her heard towards the CD. “Did J'onn put a stereo down here?” Alex gives her a look. “Wait. Of course he did.”

Alex takes the hint and grabs the CD, pulling off the wrapper before heading out onto the main floor. The mismatched selection of furniture is currently off to the side, having been cleared away for one of Nia's training sessions. Alex finds the stereo next to one of the lamps.

When Alex returns to the med bay, Kara's already nearly asleep, her breathing slow and steady.

Alex checks on one of the computers—everything is holding steady, and Kara's responding well to the sodium. She should be able to go home tonight.

It makes Alex sigh in relief once more.

Kara's safe.

Kara's healthy.

Kara's home.

Alex places the CD into the open tray. Checks the track list, turns it to one of the softer songs, and lets it play.

Kara smiles as the opening chords drift through the speakers.

“I like the guitar,” she says quietly.

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NOTES: - Brought to you by the release of Fearless (Taylor’s Version) and the realization that the original album would’ve dropped at the perfect time for young, impressionable Kara to become a huge fan. - Title pulled from “Breathe” because WATCH ME repurpose select lyrics from love songs for platonic/familial relationships. - I want to say that Kara and Alex went to a MCR concert together...or maybe mentioned MCR? In the tie-in comic? I forget. This isn’t really crucial to the story, I just think it’s a fun aside. - Apparently it’s National Siblings Day so...yay for good timing? XD

#stranger writes #supergirl fic #long post #alex danvers #kara danvers #starts canon compliant #then diverges #supergirl season 6 spoilers #(not really #it just takes place during the current season)

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the-wlw-cafe · 4 years

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Supercorptober - Day 7: Yellow

Read it on ao3 here!

Being cooped up at home while the rest of the world was trying their best to fight a worldwide pandemic was terrifying, no doubt, and even though it couldn’t harm her personally, Kara spent every day worrying about Alex and Eliza, who didn’t have the luxury of self-isolating and working from home. However, if Kara was forced to name one positive about the pandemic, it was definitely the opportunity to spoil her girlfriend for once, instead of the other way round. When even popping down to Noonan’s to get some sticky buns for breakfast was considered a risk not worth taking for many humans, Supergirl could just come in and pick up food for her girlfriend whenever she pleased – though in hindsight letting slip that she was here to pick up food for her significant other maybe wasn’t the best idea. She expected gossip columns to run wild with speculations about the identity of her secret lover. Kara shuddered. She was not looking forward to fessing up about that mistake to Lena.

But now, she was content, having Lena snuggled up in her arms, having started to fall asleep ten minutes into the rom-com Kara had put on – working from home was really messing with her sleep schedule – and idly playing with her hair. Whenever she stopped, Lena would make a disgruntled noise and move closer. Kara wasn’t even sure her girlfriend was aware she was doing it, but she’d rather swan dive into a vat filled with liquid kryptonite than stop. And this was the exact moment she saw it: There, at the root of her hair, the hair was noticeably lighter.

“Lena?”, she asked, head cocked to the side.

Lena mumbled something unintelligible and opened her eyes, blinking at her with the daze of sleep slowly clearing, which Kara took as a sign that she was listening.

“Are you getting grey hair? But no, wait, humans get grey hair in streaks, right, and not just all at once. Or is it actually possible that all your hair turns white without warning? Isn’t that, like, a thing when you’re really stressed, or did I read that somewhere? Wait, Lena, do you feel stressed? Did I not notice-“

“Kara, darling, love of my life, feel free to start making sense any second now, otherwise I’ll go back to sleep. I’ll have you know that despite being the Girl of Steel you’re a very comfortable pillow.”

“Sorry”, Kara said, sheepishly rubbing the back of her neck. “I just saw that your hair is getting lighter, like, at the roots.”

Lena stiffened in her arms. “Oh. Well, don’t worry, with the pandemic I just haven’t been able to see my hairdresser for touching up the roots.”

She cleared her throat and turned her attention back to the television in front of them. “So, what happened while I was out?” she asked, a clear attempt at distraction. But Kara had known her for too long, and Lena had never made a secret of the fact that she didn’t care much for rom-coms much, in fact, she only tolerated them because she knew how much Kara enjoyed them. But the hero wouldn’t let her off the hook that easily.

“Wait…are you saying that you’re actually a natural blonde?”

“Kara...”, Lena sighed, but her interjection was lost in the delighted squeal Kara let out.

“So that means we can go as each other for Halloween! Just imagine, a Luthor as a Super – come on, the joke potential is right there! Wait, how fast does your hair grow – can you grow the blonde out in time for Halloween? Not that we’ll actually be able to get out, because of, y’know, everything…”

“Kara!”, Lena said, interrupting Kara’s ramble with more force this time.

“Sorry”, she apologised, still grinning at the prospect of amazing costume ideas still flashing through her mind. “I just can’t believe you didn’t tell me, think of the possibilities-“

“Can you just let it go?”, Lena hissed. Kara recoiled as if Lena had smacked her, eyes wide in surprise. Lena cast her eyes downward, examining her fingernails intently.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped at you”, she murmured.

Kara sat there for a moment, dumbfounded, completely perplexed as to what brought this outburst on.

“It’s okay”, she said, eventually, scooting closer again to take Lena back into her arms, but Lena sprung up from the couch as if she’d suffocate if she couldn’t bring some distance between them. Kara held her arms out for a few confused seconds before realising how stupid she must be looking, and pulling back.

“I think I should get some more work done”, Lena croaked, not being able to hide the hoarse quality her voice had taken on at all, before turning and making her way to the guest bedroom that had served as her office for the duration of her self-isolation period as quickly as she could without running outright. She didn’t turn when Kara called after her, leaving her girlfriend alone in stunned, guilty silence.

“Stupid”, she cursed at herself. Rao, what kind of girlfriend just would just ramble on like that and not notice how much it upset her significant other? A terrible one, for sure. But she didn’t understand why Lena was so upset in the first place, but asking was off the table for now while Lena needed her space to calm down. Apologies were in order, but sitting on the couch stewing in her own thoughts wouldn’t help anyone. A trip to Lena’s favourite Parisian boulangerie however sounded exceedingly helpful.

(“Pour votre petite amie?” the baker asked, grinning mischievously, and Kara broke out in a nervous sweat as she remembered that she also had her little slip-up at Noonan’s to confess to.)

When she returned to their apartment, the door to Lena’s office was open. Still, Kara quietly knocked on the doorframe, trying to give her girlfriend ample opportunity to send her away should she need some more time on her own. No answer came, and as Kara peeked her head inside, she saw that her girlfriend’s desk was abandoned and her laptop was shut. She stood in in the middle of the doorway for a good five seconds, before the sound of the bathroom tap reached her ears. Ah, that made sense. And there she’d gone, worrying about nothing again, as if Lena needed her to be overprotective on top of insensitive today –

A choked sob, almost drowned out by the sound of running water, made her blanch. In a matter of seconds, she was at the bathroom door.

“Lena? Baby, are you okay?”

She received no answer.

“Lena, you’re worrying me, I’m coming in, okay?”

When no objections followed, she gently pushed open the door.

“Oh, baby…”

She found Lena kneeling on the floor, the sink, her hands, and a good portion of the comfy NCU-sweater she’d stolen from Kara smudged with a dark liquid that filled the entire room with a chemical smell that made Kara’s nose itch. Lena looked up at her, seeming so tiny where she was crouched on the cold marble floor, eyes swimming in tears and dark streaks on her face where she’d tried to wipe them away.

“I can’t do it”, she mumbled, “I tried but I can’t do it.”

Immediately, Kara knelt down beside her, pulling her into an embrace.

“My hands were shaking so hard and I dropped the bottle”, Lena sobbed into her shoulder.

“Lena, baby, it’s okay. It’s okay, you don’t have to dye your hair, I’m sorry if I made you feel that way”, Kara cooed, humming softly and stroking her girlfriend’s wet hair, not caring about the way it stained her hands.

“But I do!” Lena cried. “I always have.”

“You don’t have to change your appearance”, Kara whispered into her ear, gently, but without leaving any room for an argument. “Not for me, and not for anybody else.”

Lena didn’t reply, she only clutched Kara’s shoulders tighter as sobs continued to shake her body, and Kara’s string of murmured apologies didn’t let up. Eventually, Lena’s breathing returned to normal, but she made no move to disentangle herself from Kara’s embrace. Kara just waited patiently. Lena would talk to her as soon as she was ready.

“I have my mother’s hair”, Lena whispered, and suddenly, many things clicked into place.

“Lillian hated it. She forced me to dye my hair and made me see a speech therapist to get rid of my accent. She said it was to create a cohesive family narrative, but I knew she hated me, I was four years old and I knew the woman who was supposed to be my mother hated everything about me.”

“Oh, Lena”, Kara breathed, slowly rocking her girlfriend back and forth. “I’m so sorry I made light of something that affects you so deeply, I’m so sorry I didn’t pay attention to how you were feeling.”

“I’d almost forgotten about it until you noticed, and I panicked. I’ve been doing this for so long, I don’t know if I would even recognize myself in the mirror if I stopped now.”

Kara was silent for a moment, before she tentatively asked: “Would you like to try it out? See if you like it?”

Lena turned away, brow furrowed.

“Kara, you saw how I reacted when you brought attention to it. What do you think will happen when the media gets a hold of it?”

“Well, the media aren’t here, are they? We’re all in social distancing, you don’t have to see anybody if you don’t want to, and you have the perfect excuse to try new things with your hair!”

Lena let out a wet chuckle and wiped at the tear tracks on her face, leaving more black smears behind.

“Ugh, I need a shower”, she groaned, while Kara pulled her to her feet. Then, almost as an afterthought, she added: “You really wouldn’t mind?”

Kara took her in, the way she was biting her lip, fiddling with the hem of her sweater, either too exhausted or too comfortable around Kara to hide the signs of her anxiety surrounding this question.

“My opinions on it don’t matter in the slightest”, Kara said, “but if they would, I’d tell you that I love you no matter what, and any hair colour would look incredible on you. I just want you to feel comfortable, baby, that’s all that matters to me.”

Even though she didn’t say it, the relief that went through Lena was palpable, her muscles losing their tension.

“I think you need a shower too”, she purred, dragging the tip of her index finger over Kara’s collar bone, leaving a black trail in its wake.

“Oh, definitely.”

#supercorptober2020 #supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #supergirl fanfic #wlw fanfic #7 for 7 babey and this one is brought to you by my inability to fathom the fact that katie mcgrath has light hair #if you liked this story please reblog it

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musetotheworld · 4 years

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Kara/Nia The two of them take Nia's mom's ship to Naltor. It's a two week trip each way. Both of them are crushing hard on the other, but think it's one sided.

“And you’re sure everything will be okay while we’re gone?”

Nia turns to her luggage to hide her frown as she overhears Kara once more asking Alex about how safe Earth will be in their absence. And she gets it, she does. Ever since Supergirl came out, the world has been nearly ending on a regular basis, most often with Kara right there on the front lines holding it back. Being away for a month has to be a scary thought.

But really, does Kara have to sound so…desperate?

Ever since Nia’s dream about returning to Naltor, Kara has wavered between excited to go and desperate to stay, and Nia doesn’t know what to think at this point. She could go alone, but she’s never been off the planet. She’d barely made it out of the country, never mind the solar system. And she doesn’t have any experience with flying spaceships.

So when Kara’d offered to join her, Nia accepted before thinking things through. And she was grateful for Kara’s help, really she was. Without Kara and Brainy, her mom’s old spaceship would probably still be sitting under a tarp with no fuel and an outdated navigational system. Not the most helpful after a warning she could lose her powers if she doesn’t return to Naltor within the year.

No, Nia is grateful Kara is coming along. Her help will be invaluable, especially since Naltor has a yellow sun like Earth. But she wishes she’d thought about the implications a bit more before accepting, particularly the thought of being stuck on a tiny ship with Kara for two weeks at a time.

Usually, Nia would jump at the chance to spend time with Kara, even knowing her crush is likely to make things awkward if she can’t keep it under control. She knows how awkward it can get when a straight woman realizes another woman is crushing on her, and there is not enough room on that ship to deal with that for a month. Even if they do have their own small rooms, Nia will go crazy if she had to stare at the walls for that long. And Kara is claustrophobic, so it’s not like Nia could claim the main areas for herself either.

Unfortunately, it almost seems like Kara’s already figured out about Nia’s crush. The way she keeps asking Alex about whether Earth can afford to be without two superheroes at the same time stopped feeling like reasonable caution a long time ago. Now it just feels like an avoidance technique.

Even Alex has been a little snippy the last few times Kara asked. At least, Nia assumes she has. Each time the question comes up she tries to be somewhere else, but there have been a few pointed looks that are definitely older sister annoyance. And no matter how many times the topic comes up, Kara still hasn’t changed her mind.

“Is this everything?”

Nia jumps at the question, falling face-first into a pile of her things. Thankfully it’s the bedding and not the food crates, but it’s still not the image she’d like to present right now. How is Kara, literally the least sneaky person Nia’s ever met, able to move that silently?

Kara looks as embarrassed as Nia feels, and it takes longer than it should to untangle herself from the bedding. That might have something to do with Kara’s help, but Nia is resolutely not thinking about it right now.

“Um, yeah, this is everything,” Nia says when she’s finally back on her feet. “My mom had a few old Naltorian robes that I went ahead and packed, but they’re a bit bulky. Other than that it’s just a few outfits for the travel time.”

Hoping her blushes cool quickly, or that Kara at least assumes it’s only about her clumsiness, Nia turns back to the mess she’d made and begins to pack it back up. She really isn’t going to survive a month of this, is she?

***

Kara’s torn between using her super-speed to load the ship and taking her time. On one hand, getting out of her sooner means no more stares from Alex because Kara’s avoiding potentially uncomfortable situations. But on the other, loading faster means alone on the ship with Nia faster, and Kara’s not ready for that one yet.

Rao, why didn’t she think things through before offering to take Nia to Naltor? She’d been doing so well at avoiding any situations where she might blurt out something stupid like “I think you’re really pretty” or something equally disastrous.

She doesn’t even know if Nia likes women that way! With the vast array of human (or half-human, in Nia’s case) sexualities, Kara’s never been good at figuring that one out. She hadn’t known humans even had limits on their attraction until her senior year when everyone started to talk in hushed voices about the new teacher who happened to be gay.

And now they’ll be together on Nia’s ship for at least a month, which beats Kara’s record for keeping her mouth shut about anything by at least three weeks. On Earth she usually manages to blurt things out to Alex or James, but on the ship it’ll just be her and Nia. What’s she supposed to do then?

In the end it’s a moot point as Alex, J’onn, and Brainy all help with the loading. With five people carrying boxes, it takes no time at all before there’s nothing left but the farewells.

“You’d better keep things safe while we’re gone,” Kara tells Alex as she pulls her sister in for a hug.

They have a comm unit set up to allow some communication, but no one is entirely sure it’ll last stand up to the distance they’re going. It’s an outdated model for an outdated ship, and even when it was new it hadn’t been top of the line. They think it will reach Naltor, but the possible presence of anomalies along the route make it impossible for even Brainy to guess. Which means it’s entirely possible this will be the last time Kara can talk to her sister for a month.

Alex smiles at the teasing when she pulls back, reaching to squeeze Kara’s arm. “We’ll take care of everything, don’t worry. You just take care of yourselves. And maybe use this opportunity to actually talk about a few things, hm?”

Ducking away from yet another reminder of Alex’s opinion, Kara takes a deep breath and looks for Nia. She’s talking to J’onn and Brainy closer to the ship, and Kara heads over to join them. At least around other people Alex usually doesn’t tease her too much.

The rest of the goodbyes are quick, and before Kara quite knows it they’re out of the atmosphere and heading towards open space to engage the drives. It doesn’t take them too long, and thanks to Brainy’s updates the auto-nav will handle most of the piloting.

As the drive kicks in, Kara sits awkwardly for a moment before pushing up from her seat. “I’m, um, I’m gonna go get settled in.”

It’s not the most graceful of exits, but it works. And with the trip taking two weeks just to make planetfall, things will be a lot more comfortable if they settle in properly. Digging through suitcases for a month does not sound like a good time.

Getting things unpacked takes a few days, but Kara knows she can only stretch the activity for so long. She’s already almost said something three different times while they were preparing their meals together, and it’s been barely half a week. There is no way she’ll get out of this without making a fool of herself, but that doesn’t mean she can’t try.

Maybe if she reorganizes the pantries for a bit…

***

Putting down her book with a sigh, Nia wonders where Kara’s gotten off to now. It’s such a small ship, but somehow Kara’s managed to avoid her practically since they took off. Other than a few meals together, Nia hasn’t seen the other woman. And even at those meals Kara was withdrawn, avoiding conversation and running off as soon as they finished.

She’s debating whether to suck it up and just ask Kara if something’s going on when a loud thump echoes through the ship, followed by a smaller ‘ow.’ In an instant, Nia is up and heading towards the main areas. At least there are only so many places Kara might be.

Her heart is racing when she skids into the kitchen, taking in the sight of Kara sitting on the floor pouting, boxes of their rations scattered around her. Nothing seems broken, on Kara or their food supplies, but beyond that it takes her a moment to understand what she’s seeing.

“So, we found out how long I can store yellow sun radiation,” Kara says as Nia stares, trying to take everything in. “That’ll be useful in case I decide to shift all the pantry boxes at once on the way back.”

Brushing aside the spike of worry that comes from Kara not having powers, Nia edges carefully into the kitchen. “And why were you reorganizing the pantry?”

When Kara just shifts uncomfortably, Nia feels her stomach drop. Oh. Of course it wasn’t just her imagination, and Kara really was avoiding her. She’d tried to keep her crush hidden, but obviously she’d given something away and now Kara is afraid to tell her the attraction isn’t returned. Kara’s too nice like that, sometimes.

Well, Nia won’t be the one to make her feel bad about this. It’s her crush, her problem, and it’s not fair to have Kara spending hours trying to find something to do just to avoid her.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” The way Kara’s head snaps up at her words isn’t the most reassuring, but now that she’s decided to do this, Nia powers on. “I’ve tried to keep things under control and avoid making things awkward, but it’s obvious that it hasn’t worked, so I’m sorry. I’ll try harder, but you don’t have to rearrange the pantry just to avoid me and my silly crush.”

“Wait, you have a crush on me?”

Nia pales as Kara’s words sink in, and she realizes she’s misread the situation entirely. And managed to give away her secret anyway. That’s such a Kara move…

“We can totally forget everything about this conversation. I’ll just let you get cleaned up in here.” Making a hasty retreat sounds like the best option here, and Nia is almost out the door when she hears Kara scramble to her feet.

“But I have a crush on you!”

Silence. Nia freezes in the doorway, and Kara doesn’t say another word behind her. For long moments, Nia doesn’t know if words exist anymore. Let alone the right words.

When her brain kicks back in, Nia turns slowly back to Kara. She’s strangely thankful to see Kara looks as flustered as she does. At least she’s not alone. In more ways than one, she realizes.

“So, I have a crush on you, and you have a crush on me?” Kara’s nod gives Nia the courage to continue. “And we were both trying to hide our crushes?” Another nod. “And that’s why you’ve been avoiding me, not because you realized I have a crush on you and it made you uncomfortable.”

“I wish I’d realized you had a crush on me, it’s been so boring trying to find things I can do on my own. There are only so many ways you can organize your stuff when you’re on bare essentials.” Kara’s embarrassment is fading, and Nia swallows hard when she steps closer. “But now we know.”

“Now we know,” Nia echoes, waiting to see what Kara will do next.

Maybe being stuck on this ship for two weeks won’t be such a bad thing after all.

#supergirl #supergirl fic #superdreamer #superdreamer fic #kara x nia #prompt fill

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maidenxfmight · 4 years

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home is where the heart is

Who: Kara Zor-El, mentions of so many people guys I’m sorry. Particularly Alex, Donna, Peter, Nia, Jon, Kon, and Lar in that order. When: Post-siege, over the course of one week Where: The bottom of the Atlantic Ocean What: Kara builds a fortress Warnings: Loss mention Words: DON’T LOOK AT ME it’s 2,760

The humans said “home is where the heart is.”

When Kara was little, her heart was in Zor-El’s lab, ducking between table legs and helping him with calculations. It was down in the markets where there was always fresh fruit and smiles for the House of El. It was in Alura’s arms, warm and tight around her, supporting her even when she’d caused her own troubles. Home was Krypton, and she never thought she’d lose it.

Home was Krypton for thirty-six years, because The Phantom Zone was a prison sentence. Twenty-four years served while coming to terms with the fact that she would never have a home again for the rest of infinity.

Then home became Alex. It became Donna, Peter, Nia, Jon, Kon, Lar, and so many others.

Day One:

She woke up to Alex, and left the moment the conversation hit a lull. Her sister sat beside her with sad eyes and hands that were too cold to the touch. Her smile was soft but unsteady and Kara could hear the way her heartbeat would vary in pace with each turn of the conversation. There was no way “I’m sorry” would ever fit the space gouged out by Kara’s words, but Alex seemed to accept them nonetheless.

Kara couldn’t, not yet.

She needed to think, to yell and scream until her voice was raw without placing that burden on those who’d already taken the brunt of her uncontrolled anger. Before she could think twice, she’d left Alex in the medical bay and found herself standing in front of her pod.

Home. Not really, it was a prison, but it held pieces of a place she once called home. Her hands wrapped around one of the Kryptonian crystals clinging to its underside, one that had continued to grow as it sat in the DEO desert facility. She pulled it off delicately, feeling the base separate still in tact.

Red kryptonite echoed if this world won’t be my home, I’ll make it. Kara blinked back tears.

She could make something somewhere for herself, right? She hit the Atlantic Ocean going faster than humans could process, and kept her momentum until she hit the ocean floor, planting the crystal and watching it glow a soft blue. Home.

No.

Her home sat in the medical bay, probably still processing her sudden absence.

Day Two:

One crystal turned into two, turned four, turned eight. They grew until they formed a hollow inside. Kara sat cross-legged in front of them and watched. Her vision blurred, but at the bottom of the ocean the moisture in her eyes was simply sea water, the pressure in her chest was only the depth. Her heart beat was lost in the pulse of the sea.

The crystals arched into an entryway, with Kara’s gentle hands prodding them where she wanted them. It could almost be a home, but they were cold to the touch. The shifting blues and reds were but an echo of Krypton. The last remains clung to her pod for a timeless infinity before being plunged to Earth, and even there they didn’t quite fit. A protective film closed over the entryway; a makeshift door, the water from inside rushing out. Kara stepped through, her hair clung wet to her face and her cape dripped steadily onto the new crystal floor.

It was cold. Soon there would be rooms full of what remained of Krypton. There would be beds and Sun Eaters and everything the Fortress of Solitude had but different, but hers. Only hers, though. The thought sat heavy in her chest. Hers were the only footsteps echoing off cool crystal, the only heartbeat filling the silence between breaths.

Her home was usually so alive, filled with the clattering of plates and the drone of the news on their television. She had Donna, always, with her quick-fire wit and her smirks Kara would groan about, but always with a responding smile.

The crystals were beautiful, but home?

No.

Her home lay in a bed in New Jersey, probably refusing to lie still, and worrying too much for her own good.

Day Three:

The crystals were beginning to stretch upwards.

It could almost be the Argo City skyline, with its curved spires and cool-blue hues. But the sunlight didn’t reach so low. There were no pods zooming between the highest reaches, and the whole thing only took up a small postage stamp on the great expanse of the ocean floor. There were no markets and the only thing Kara could hear was the gentle push of the water around her, and the creaks and groans of the crystals as they grew.

It wasn’t even comparable to New York City. Though subjectively more beautiful by miles, the city far above was beautiful in a different way. It had bustling street corners, families walking their dogs, laughter and living. Kara could see it all from the highest rooftops.

Her stomach dropped at the thought, her hand freezing over the Kryptonian symbols of the newly formed control panel. She thought of boxed skyscrapers reflecting the orange-yellow-red sunsets off their mirrored windows, the way her heels would kick up against the edges of concrete. How cinnamon and sugar would melt on her tongue, how she was always right on the edge of laughter and it had everything to do with the company she shared.

She released a shaky sigh as her hand finally fell to the buttons on her control panel. Her alphabet had been stuffed into relics, only seen when herself or Lar traced it into existence, keeping its memory alive through love and perseverance. It should feel familiar and warm, and it did, but the buttons felt cool against her fingertips. Familiar, but home?

No. Her home was probably sitting alone on a rooftop, his mask pulled up to just underneath his eyes, lips set in a frown.

Day Four:

Her trips to the surface were sporadic and quick, afraid someone would catch her heartbeat and follow (but who? Clark hadn’t approached her in so long she wondered if he even remembered what it sounded like. Jon had tried and failed, Kon harbored anger just as well as she did, and Lar...she can’t imagine he would want to hear it anymore). But the rooms were growing empty, and she could feel the space of them in her bones.

Clark wouldn’t miss a few relics, and she had her own.

An old television found its way into one of the rooms, out of place amidst technology far beyond that of which what Earth had even dreamt. Kara was almost giddy as she arranged crystals around it, ran wires and fiddled with hands that had been idle for too long until an image blurred to life on the screen. It was the Channel 2 news, showing a grainy image of Dreamer pulling an elderly woman from the rubble of her home.

Kara swallowed once, twice, the image on the screen blurring before she smacked the crystals on top of the television. They flew off and embedded into the wall of the room, cracking then growing until they were fully incorporated, raised like scar tissue against the otherwise pristine surface.

The image remained for a moment longer, the cameras zooming in on Nia’s face. Like a ghost, it faded until nothing was left but the black screen and a memory.

Kara stifled a sob, pressing a hand hard to her chest. Why had she even brought human technology into her fortress?

Because maybe, maybe the crystals alone would never be home.

Her home was on the surface, being the hero she was always meant to be.

Day Five:

She was on the surface. The cold Antarctic air breached even the impenetrable facade of the Fortress of Solitude, and Kara almost wished she could properly feel it. It would feel better than the hollow twinge in her chest, or the warm prick at the back of her eyes, or the familiar tension pulling at her shoulders.

Clark had a whole collection tucked away in the various rooms of the Fortress. They were amassed over a lifetime of being hero across many galaxies, of fighting alongside friends, of collecting what was left of a home he never had the opportunity to know. Some of them were familiar, and Kara traced her fingers over them with quiet reverence. Her game was a conscientious give and take. Her hands wrapped around the things she knew he’d understand missing, with the quiet promise to explain herself later.

They’d never talked about them. He’d spent so long collecting, did he ever think to ask about their history? He had a veritable encyclopedia at his fingertips, the crystals be damned, and he’d never thought to open it.

Kara wondered how many times he’d talked about them with Jon. She could see the two of them walking the halls, Jon young and eager and far too excited to follow in his father’s footsteps. Rao would smile kindly on both of them. The House of El, said to have descended from the Sun God himself, would live on. Their legacy was burned into the stars, and kept safe in the walls of the Fortress.

Her heart thumped against her chest and she closed her eyes against the gleam of the Fortress’ crystals. The future of the House of El deserved to know his family, his history. He deserved better than to be cast aside as less. She let her hearing stretch and stretch, beyond the crack of Antarctic ice, beyond the pitter patter of familiar heart beats, one by one, until she found Jon’s.

Kansas, of course.

Kara pressed one of the crystals from her own fortress against one from the fortress, copying generations worth of knowledge. Somewhere in there was a hologram of her father, and the entire history of their family. It was home but...

She’d have to remember to add to it. Her family had grown.

Home was sitting on a couch in Kansas, letting himself be loved just as he deserved to be.

Day Six:

Kara sat cross-legged on the floor of her fortress. The crystals still grew around her, but their progress had slowed. A new Kelex bot buzzed around her, doing much of the work she’d been doing herself over the course of the week spent at the bottom of the ocean. The control panel had lowered until it was even with her, a myriad of crystals pressed into various slots. A translucent blue screen hovered just above the panel, Kryptonian spelling out the history of each member of the House of El as she scrolled through them.

It was long and proud, and for the first time all week, Kara felt herself smiling. It was soft, tentative, something marked by a loss that could never been confined by words.

“Hi, Mom.” Her voice scratched from lack of use, and the hologram of her mother offered nothing in return. They were just ghosts. They were stories told in languages long lost, memories burned into crystals and hearts that could never be anything more than that ever again. Kara could find a home in memories, but they would never be enough.

She moved on, her father’s face replacing her mothers, then Kara, then Clark, then Jon, then...

Nothing. The history ended with a small outline of Jon’s lineage and his accomplishments; he was going to college, and there was some pride in the way the Kryptonian words described his studies. But there was a space after Jon’s entry that fell heavy on Kara’s shoulders. She thought of leather jackets and rounded sunglasses, of how anger coiled familiar in the curl of fingers into palms.

She thought of sitting just on the outside, watching love but not necessarily receiving it. There was no more clear of an indication than a blank space on a family tree that shouldn’t be blank at all. Her fingers moved swiftly over the keys of the control panel: there was nothing under Kon-El, or Conner Kent. Accessing the CADMUS files proved more fruitful, and Kara froze.

Her breath stalled and her brow furrowed and oh, she didn’t need red kryptonite to recognize this feeling. But then, she hadn’t been much better, had she? She could still hear the way his voice had dropped as she told him to get out, and the scratch of understanding was easier to acknowledge now that she could think straight.

Kara found an image of Jon and Kon together on her phone, easily transferring it into Sanctuary’s systems (the name was inherent to the fortress, Kelex had informed her). He was smiling and the curl of his hair across his forehead matched Jon’s. She changed the name from an experiment number, deleted the Kryptonian equivalent of questions marks, and updated it to Kon-El. His file was then moved to the docket containing the rest of her family history.

He belonged among them.

She backed out of his file and looked at the family tree as a whole. Was that home?

Almost. Home was probably somewhere thousands of feet above New York City, wondering why he didn’t have a Kansas to which to escape.

Day Seven:

It was done. The crystals had groaned to a halt, and a new fortress sat sprawling across the floor of the Atlantic ocean. It shimmered blue and red and it felt so much like something Kara needed. It reminded her of crystals caves and the shimmering sprawl of Kryptonian landscapes. The colors danced against the steady movement of the water around it, capturing what little sunlight made it to such depths and amplifying it ten fold. It was stunning.

Kara took stock of each room, mapping the expanse of it the best she could. Most of them were empty. She had a blank slate, ready to be filled with memories and relics and things that were only important to a very select few. What she’d gathered from the Fortress of Solitude barely filled any space at all, and the small bits she had for herself were dwarfed by the amount of empty space.

It was everything she needed, but she found herself spending most of her time in the control room. Her fingers idly traced over a translucent screen displayed in front of her. Left in their wake were blue lines, slowly sketching out the shape of a face.

When she was small, she had an art station in her room. Zor-El would complain quietly to Alura when they thought she was in bed; Els were scientists, respected across twenty-eight known galaxies. They looked to the future, and they didn’t get caught up in flights of fancy. Alura had explained that science wasn’t stifled by creativity, and Kara could still remember the way her father couldn’t contain a smile when she’d hand over her sculptures and drawings.

As long as she passed her exams, she could sketch the Argo City skyline to her heart’s content.

It’s what she had meant to do, as she sat on the floor of Sanctuary, but her fingers moved of their own accord. She traced the gentle slope of a nose, the firm lines of a jaw. Messy hair appeared over soft brows. When she got to the eyes, she paused.

She tried, and erased, and tried, and erased, and tried...

She tried to remember Lar when he was happy. It wasn’t hard, he smiled about as much as she did. He took joy in discovering everything there was to learn about their planet, in the quiet moments they shared between the chaos of their lives, in the way the moonlight played across the space of the pillow between them in bed.

But no matter how hard she tried, the eyes were always sad. Sad like a proposal pressed against his chest, like her words cutting into his kindness without mercy. Sad like planets lost and friends left in time. Sad like finding love and losing it all in one breath.

Sad like zhaomodh w rrip eh meaning something to both of them, but dying between them as just another ghost.

Kara’s full hand pressed against the sketch, the ridges of her fingerprints outlining blue across Lar’s face until they took over, the sketch ruined. A sob lodged itself in her chest and she couldn’t breathe.

This was Sanctuary. She was surrounded by pieces of home. But no.

No, no.

Home was watching sunsets and loving so purely, while expecting nothing in return.

Sanctuary’s floors were cold. Kara was cold.

She wanted to go home.

#ff: self #ff: home is where the heart is

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coeurdastronaute · 5 years

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Either/Or: WWC 3

Previously on WWC

“Jess?”

“Yes, Ms. Luthor?”

At her desk, the CEO continued to look at her schedule, peering at it behind her glasses as she cocked her head and looked at the other window she had open. Outside, the summer was just beginning to turn, the heat radiating off of the buildings and shimmering in the city, hiding it behind a glaze. June was coming and it was going to be a brutal beginning to the season.

“There’s no way this can be right. I am not going to France for over a week.”

“Yes you are,” Jess nodded. “It says so on your schedule.”

“Why would I go to France?”

She tried to play it as cool as possible, but her assistant looked at her with completely understanding, and Lena knew she didn’t stand a chance. Maybe to the rest of the world, she was just doing her duty as owner to go to every game, but to the person that perhaps knew her best in the world, Lena was an open book and her assistant.

It’d been a few dates. A few amazing dates. And lots of phone calls when they travelled. And lots of dinners that were business related, surely. It’d been a few nights spent in each other’s beds. It’d been… it’d been… in truth, it’d been absolutely wonderful, and Lena loved dating Kara Danvers.

The captain of the team was a dream. She was funny and kind and interesting, and for some reason, despite being the sun, she liked being around, and that was huge to Lena. Kara was a morning person, she ate junk food, non stop, even though her trainers tried to keep her on the straight and narrow. She loved doing things. She made Lena experience the city in a completely different way, and her view of the world was almost contagious.

But Lena couldn’t go to France. They kept to themselves and no one knew, and that was something she also kind of enjoyed-- that Kara was her’s and her’s alone. She didn’t have to share her, at least in some way.

“Three players from your team are playing in the World Cup,” Jess explained. “It will look very good for the entire sport if you are there.”

“I have a lot of work to do.”

“You always have work to do, but that doesn’t have to stop you.”

“That’s a long time.”

“I’ll go with you.”

“Ah, so that’s it?” Lena grinned and sat back in her chair as her assistant shrugged. “It’s just not a good time to take a week off.”

“Think about it.”

Before Lena could argue, her assistant placed a small box on her desk and urged her to open it. At first Lena wasn’t sure what it was, but then she saw the crest of the nation on the corner, and she turned it around to see Kara’s name and number, and she smiled to herself.

XXXXXXXXXX

“Mmm, you smell so good,” Lena moaned as she inhaled the smell of Kara’s neck deeply, her arms wrapping tighter around the soccer player in them.

“I missed you,” Kara confessed, squeezing the CEO back, tight as she could against herself. “Is that weird to say? It was a week.”

“A really long week.”

Stuck in the embrace, neither moved to really pull away, but rather enjoyed the closeness, enjoyed the anchoring of each other and the quiet that finally came since the last time they were together.

“Do you want to tell me about it?” Kara asked as she pulled away only to be answered with a long kiss and sigh. “Or not?”

“There are much more intriguing things we can do,” Lena decided.

“There is a game on right now--”

Before she could finish, Lena interrupted Kara’s suggestion, rooting her hand in her shirt and in the hair at the base of her neck. Helplessly she tugged and told Kara her plan without ever saying a word. In just a few seconds, she was lifted, her legs wrapping naturally around hips. Hands held her ass and her skirt slid higher on her waist as legs spread.

“You are so beautiful,” Kara hummed as they landed on the bed. She pushed aside the mess of black hair that swept into Lena’s face.

“You’re a sweet talker, Danvers.”

“I just…”

Kara trailed her fingertip along the bridge of Lena’s eyebrows, along her cheek, the bridge of her nose, along her lips and jaw and chin. She took her time, eyes following the motion of her fingertips. Lena melted against it, sank into the bed as Kara laid atop her, a comfortable weight that held her to the ground.

“You are nice to come home to.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

Lena earned a smile, one of the soft ones that tugged Kara’s lips just enough, a true contentment. She shifted her hips and rubbed against her girlfriend’s thigh.

“Is this what you missed most?” Kara asked, a small growl to her voice as she shifted her thigh, pressing it harder, earning a muffled moan and a bit lip. “Not my pleasant conversational skills?”

“Kara,” she whined. A Luthor never whined, but Lena wasn’t entirely sure she was a Luthor that often anyway.

“I missed this too,” the soccer player promised. “I missed the way you are very needy and very un-put together. You’re always so composed, but not when I have you like this.”

Kara was a talker. She was deceptively confident when it came to sex, like she knew how good she was, and like she knew exactly when Lena needed. It was insanely frustrating and insanely hot. Th same girl who nervously fiddled with her beer, who nervously asked for a date, she was gone, and the same kind of focus that was seen on the field constantly, the same focus and skill, that was applied to the task at hand and that task was absolutely ruining Lena Luthor.

“You turn me into a teenager.”

“You too.”

Somehow the clothes disappeared. Lena hadn’t meant that to happen when she invited Kara over for dinner. But they both were home from their respective trips, and she’d toyed with the idea for the entire day before giving into wanting to see the soccer player. She hadn’t counted on Kara being just as eager to see her. Why would she ever think that?

“Is it weird to admit how much I’ve thought about you naked while I was away?” Kara murmured, her nose nudging Lena’s thigh before she hooked them over her shoulder.

There wasn’t time for an answer. Lena couldn’t form one as a tongue lapped her up in long, flat strokes, narrowly and deftly missing where she wanted it most. Instead, her hands went to Kara’s hair and tugged at it.

By the time they both tapped out, there weren’t any places open to order from. Lena chuckled to herself as er hand splayed over Kara’s stomach as it rumbled.

“Worked up an appetite?”

“I haven’t had a workout like that since camp.”

“I better feed you. How’s pizza?’

“Yes please.”

With a kiss on Kara’s neck, Lena pushed herself out of bed and grabbed her phone to order. Kara watched it all and flopped back into the giant, sex-shredded bed as a beautiful, lace-clad hips swung out of the room.

“I am going to open a bottle of wine,” Lena called from down the hall.

The tired of traveling home and the rather lengthy sex hung in her muscles, but Kara got up anyway with the promise of wine, pizza, and Lena Luthor’s legs. The past few months had been perfect, and Kara found herself enjoying all of those things exponentially more and more. So much so, that she very much wanted to ask Lena what it meant for them, to have the talk about relationships, to ask the questions, to see if they were going to be something more.

With a decided tug of a shirt over her head, Kara nodded and pulled up her hair, prepared for battle and to find her answer.

“I got everything but olives,” Lena informed Kara from her position at the counter.

Legs on display she dragged one against her calf with an itch absently as she poured the other glass and handed it over. Just ten minutes ago, Kara’s tongue had been inside her and that was enough to make her mouth water.

“Thank you.”

“You smell like sex,” Lena shook her head as Kara stood close, looking over her shoulder at the tablet she had on the counter. “You should shower.”

“We should shower.”

“Then we won’t get clean.”

“You weren’t complaining when I came by after practice that one time.”

“Well that was… that was something else entirely,” she waved her hand absently, swatting away the memory.

When Kara first debating dating Lena Luthor, she just knew her as a CEO, a powerful billionaire with a troubled family background. But she wasn’t just that. She wasn’t that entirely. She was a big nerd. She was smart, wickedly smart almost. Too witty for her own damn good. She had a sharp edge to her tongue if she was displeased, and she was short on faux compliments. But she was warm when she was comfortable. She was wry. She was bold. She was brave. She was an expensive glass of red, meant to be savored and meant to be appreciated for all her layers.

“How was your trip?”

“Long and arduous,” Lena sighed, turning off her tablet and turning in Kara’s arms. Pinned between strong hips and the counger, she didn’t really want to go anywhere else.

“But fruitful?”

“Very. I am the proud new owner of a large tech firm.”

“Wow,” Kara whistled. “That sure beats my trip.”

“I don’t know. Two goals aren’t so bad.”

“You followed the game?”

“I watched.”

Kara beamed and Lena shrugged, rolling her eyes at how happy it made the soccer player. She didn’t mean to admit it, but it just came out because she told Kara the truth, even without meaning to do it.

“What did you think?”

“I think I shouldn’t let you eat pizza,” she joked, pinching Kara’s side. “You looked slow out there.”

“Oh, did I?”

“You did. I expected a very big win. And 2-1 is not as impressive.”

“I’m sorry to disappoint, boss.”

“I just want to make sure we’re at the top of the table heading into the World Cup where we might drop a few games.”

Despite herself, Kara smiled as she took a sip of her wine and Lena freed herself, moving around the kitchen. She cleared her throat and tried to make the rising pink in her neck disappear.

“Speaking of the World Cup--” Kara began, steeling herself with another sip. “I’ll be leaving for a while.”

“I imagine the commute to France would be rough.”

“Have you… um… are you… would you be going?”

The buzzer rang before Lena could pay much attention to Kara’s words, and the soccer player sighed and shook her head before finishing her glass of wine as her-- her-- as Lena went to get the food.

“Dinner is served,” Lena smiled as she set the giant box on the counter. “If it’s after midnight is it breakfast? Either way.”

“It’s dinner until after four in the morning.”

“I can agree to that.”

Lena’s penthouse was large, with giant windows and the breathtaking views, with the new everything and pristine surfaces. A box of pizza seemed alarmingly out of place in the modern kitchen, but it was the most important part as they pair opened and began to eat without even grabbing plates.

“You’re going to miss this, in France,” the CEO teased, grinning as she took another bite. “The food there is amazing, but shitty, greasy pizza isn’t a specialty.”

“I won’t be eating anything fun,” Kara shook her head and nearly moaned as she covered her mouth and savored. “The diet and training gets kicked up in the next week, and then when I’m there, I’m on a very strict schedule.”

“Haven’t you already been on a strict and rather rough training schedule?”

“It can and will get worse.”

“Dating me probably hasn’t helped.”

“I’ve had my best season so far. I chalk it up to all the cardio you have me doing.”

“And lifting.”

“Yes, and lifting,” Kara blushed and took another piece.

“It feels so far away, but it’s coming up so soon.”

“The Cup?”

“Yeah.”

Lena moved only to refill their glasses of wine, carefully taking a bite of pizza crust as she topped them off.

“I think you’re just more aware of it than most because you have to listen to me complain about training for it,” Kara decided. “Something about dating a soccer player must get a little tedious.”

“Sometimes,” Lena grinned. “But when it does I just look at your abs.”

“Do you think all of those fancy genius scientists you hang out with know that you are just a superficial perv?” she asked, pointing her crust at the horny CEO.

“Just because I can appreciate the absolute wonderful wrapping on the gift that is you,” she explained, making her way around the counter, slipping into the lap of her favorite player. “Doesn’t mean I’m superficial. I quite like your mind,” she kissed Kara’s temple. “And your heart.”

“All that stuff?”

“All of it.”

“Not the muscles?”

“Just a perk.”

“Not the goals?”

“Something I’ll brag about one day.”

“One day?” Kara quirked an eyebrow.

“You know. Whenever we are… you know. More official.”

“More official?”

“Are you just going to repeat everything I say?”

“I just need a little clarification,” Kara furrowed, her hand landing on Lena’s hip to hold her there. “About more official.”

“Do we have to have this conversation at three in the morning over not half decent pizza?” Lena yawned.

“Well, no, but I mean… I don’t know what--”

“I just meant that when we’re… you know… not quiet… about--” Lena yawned again as she grew more uncomfortable. Slightly agitated she stood up and took a few steps. “When we’re not a secret.”

It took a few seconds for the word to register its true meaning to Kara, but when she did, she looked up and cocked her head, slightly confused by it all and how she went from asking if her girlfriend was going to support her at the biggest event of her life to realizing that perhaps she didn’t have a girlfriend to begin with.

“We’re a secret?”

“How many people have you told?”

“Well-- I-- Not because I didn’t-- I wasn’t sure what we were doing-- and I wanted-- you’re kind of my boss--”

“It’s complicated, and I know you get it.”

“It’s new and I was waiting for you,” Kara explained.

“Can’t it just be easy? Can’t we just keep… I don’t know,” Lena shrugged. “Can’t we keep getting to know each other before it gets harder?”

“It can be easy.”

“Can we talk about it more in the morning?”

“Yeah.”

“Will you let me take you to bed now, and not have my wicked way but rather tuck you in and give you the best damn night’s sleep you’ve ever had?”

Kara smiled despite herself because for some reason, Lena Luthor had that effect on her and it was absolutely infuriating, but disarming, at the same time. And a hand was held out, waiting for her to take it, and that hand was attached to a beautiful girl with messy hair and wine-red lips who, although it was exceedingly risky, was worth the gamble every time.

Because of the delay, Lena grew nervous as Kara debated before the small, hint of a smile tugged on her lips and she took the offered hand. It left her with a bit of hope that Kara would stay, even though Lena had no idea how she was going to have a personal life.

XXXXXXXXXX

They didn’t have the talk the following morning. They didn’t even have it the next time they got together for dinner. Kara didn’t know if she wanted to have it after she really thought about Lena’s honest words. It didn’t make sense for her not to be a secret. Lena was the leader of the largest company in the nation, and she had enough press, let alone that involving a girlfriend who happened to be the star of one of her most recent investments.

And all of that made Kara wonder how long she would allow herself to be a secret. In between training and the travelling and preparing for the World Cup, she allowed herself to think of things and allowed them to make sense. Her relationship was the best she’d ever had, and maybe it wasn’t worth ruining by thinking about it too much.

But things were normal with them. They had dinners and watched movies, and Kara would look up at the box to see the owner at home games. Lena gave naked massages to Kara after tough training sessions. Those were always lovely. And Kara showed up at L Corp a few times with snacks to make her girlfriend take a break. They were rarely seen in public together, but the spent as much time as possible near each other, even if that consisted of Kara watching plays while Lena draped her legs over her lap and read through notes on the couch.

They were honest and stable and healthy and Kara wasn’t sure why she still felt something lacking in the most fulfilling relationship ever. It didn’t make sense, and the more she tried to make herself satisfied, the more she dug into the psyche of realizing she was a secret.

“You’re packing very light,” Lena observed as she lounged on Kara’s mattress.

“I can buy anything I forget,” the soccer player muttered as she folded and stacked another shirt in her bag.

“Still, don’t you like your own stuff? I crave home when I’m away.”

“I’m fairly low maintenance. And I’ve heard that the Cup is going to breeze by so quickly that I won’t need much.”

“It won’t be a breeze for me.”

“You don’t have to play.”

“I have to watch and miss you,” she sighed. “While you are very focused on the games, I’ll be hearing about how wonderful you are.”

“You could come with me to France,” Kara offered, nonchalant and words out of her mouth before she could think of them. “I have enough room in my suitcase.”

“I tried to get my schedule changed, so I could come, but I just… I couldn’t.”

“You… you tried?”

“To see my girlfriend play and potentially win on the world stage?” Lena balked at the suggestion. “Of course I did. Jess actually tried last month. Moved my trip around to the West Coast, but then different things came up.”

“You tried?”

“Of course, Kara.”

Something warmed deep in her heart. She paused her folding as Lena continued to answer emails on her laptop.

“I can’t believe you tried.”

“Why? Because I don’t want to be public yet?”

“Yeah.”

“I wasn’t sure where we were, and what we were doing when Jess brought it up. But I figured no matter what… I could at least be there. It’s important. You’re important.”

Kara tossed the shirt into her bag and watched as the CEO adjusted her glasses and ran a foot along her bare calf. Clad in an old university shirt and Kara’s old shorts, she was comfortable at the football players place, sticking around even during a tedious task to just be around.

There was more to pack and more to say, but Kara didn’t want to do either. Instead, she tossed her bag onto the floor with a large smack and slid into her bed, resting her head on her girlfriend’s thigh.

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comeoncomeout41 · 5 years

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Kara is Supergirl. Supergirl is Kara Danvers.

It plays over and over in her head on an infinite loop. The framed picture on her desk, the picture of her traitorous best friend and her traitorous best friend’s sister. She thought they had been friends too, and she can’t help Lex’s words playing back to her

At least I didn’t die a fool

She slams her glass of bourbon on the framed picture. And she drinks. And drinks. And she goes home alone. And she drinks, will herself to not cry. And drinks some more but the tears come anyway.

Lena has been ignoring her. She knows despite how terrible Lex was, he was still Lena’s brother. And she killed him. She tells herself she tried to save him. She tried to spare his life for Lena’s sake. But it doesn’t ease the truth that she killed her best friend’s brother.

The part of her that shares Red Daughter’s memories of Lex give her a clearer picture of Lena. She has always thought Lena was better, the Luthor name couldn’t stain her goodness, her kind beautiful soul. They make her even more grateful to know Lena, to be her best friend. They make her hurt more realizing what she has to lose.

She calls her again and again. Eats another box of pizza on her couch alone and calls again. Still no answer.

When she goes to CatCo the next day to find that Lena has sold the company to some posh and arrogant billionaire, a woman who is the complete opposite of Lena in every single way, she calls again. Still no answer.

She goes straight to LCorp to tell Lena that she’s not mad that Lena sold CatCo to this horrible ghastly woman. To tell her the truth finally even if Lena hates her. Lena deserves to know the truth. But Lena isn’t there. A last minute business trip to Metropolis.

But Kara hears her heartbeat, knows it as well as Alex’s at this point, just on the other side of her office door. She leaves flowers and fakes a cheery demeanor to Lena’s secretary.

“You’ll keep them watered until Lena comes back? Plumerias are her favorite, and I just wanted to get her something to make her smile. She’s been having a rough time lately. You’ll tell her I came by?”

The secretary nods and agrees, but Kara knows that expression. She had used it several times herself as Cat Grant’s assistant. Lena doesn’t want to see her. And Kara knows she needs some time, knows Lena shuts down and needs time to box away her emotions.

Her phone buzzes with a text as she’s leaving LCorp, with a picture of the Plumerias on her desk.

My secretary just sent me a picture of these. Thank you. They’re beautiful. I’ll be home soon.

Kara smiles to herself and texts back

Brunch on Saturday? I miss you

The little bubbles pop up and disappear several times and then

I’ll pick you up at 10 ❤️

Lena eyes the flowers on her desk, plays with the petals, and imagines how she would feel if Kara dropped off flowers before she knew, before when she didn’t feel like her heart had been ran over and deep fried in grease, and served at a Luthor family dinner.

A world without Supergirl, where it was just Kara Danvers, the sweet and caring reporter who didn’t see her for her family’s crimes. A world where she hadn’t gone after Lex and shot him, where his dying breath wasn’t used to tell her how weak and foolish she was for believing that someone actually cared for her. She watches the flower petals in her fingertips wither away.

They remind me of my mother.

She pours herself a drink and looks out her balcony to see Supergirl flash across the afternoon horizon. She closes her blinds and cries, wondering why she ever thought Kara could love her back.

I’m Supergirl

The words are out there now, and Kara can’t take them back. She expects Lena to flinch or cry.

She doesn’t expect Lena to steel herself, square her shoulders and say,

I know.

Relief, instant relief pulls a smile onto her face and she fidgets with her glasses about to ask Lena for how long?

Lex told me.

And Kara feels the air leaving her lungs in one quick breath as Lena grabs her purse and jacket and heads for the door of Kara’s apartment, right where Lena had left it on the hook as she always did not twenty minutes ago when they came back to Kara’s after brunch.

It had been a normal day, almost as if it were in a world where Lex was still behind bars and Red Daughter had never been manipulated by him, where Lena couldn’t be the subject of his manipulation either.

Lena grabs for the doorknob but doesn’t turn around and her voice breaks.

I think it’s better if we don’t see each other. Again. I’m moving back to Metropolis tomorrow. Don’t come after me. Don’t pretend to care now when you’ve been deceiving me, playing me for the fool this entire time.

Lena it wasn’t

Lena faces her and Kara stops talking, sees the tears glistening in Lena’s eyes and the hard set of her jaw.

You’re done lying to me.

And then she leaves and Kara feels the emptiness worse than the Phantom Zone encasing her from the inside out.

She doesn’t go after her.

**6 months later**

Another voicemail. Alex has been leaving them weekly since Lena left National City. In the beginning she talked a lot about Kara, but now she’s taken to saving it for the end. Sometimes she just tells Lena what she had for breakfast. Sometimes she tells her about the cool new tech her agents are working on at the DEO.

Nothing compared to your work. I’m sure you could make it look like a child’s toy compared to some of your modifications.

Alex is sure Lena has blocked her number, but she hopes that when Lena needs to hear it, they’re there.

We all miss you. We all love you. I hope you’re doing well and that Sam and Ruby are looking out for you there. You can come home, your family here wants you home. I’m sorry and I know you don’t believe me, but I know my sister and Kara loves you most of all. I’m here if you want to talk.

Alex walks back into Kara’s apartment. She’s looking out her window like she does every night, watching the planes entering the National City skyspace and listening, hoping.

But tonight there are tears in her eyes, tears she’s boxed up the last six months and tucked away, pouring out of her at once. Alex rushes to her.

I’m in love with her, Alex. And the hardest part is knowing I should have loved her better, I should have told her sooner. I said I would always protect her, but she didn’t need saving from Lex or her mother. She needed saving from me.

Alex holds her while she sobs until there’s nothing left. It takes several hours but finally Alex makes her bed on the couch while her sister sleeps. In the morning she’ll make pancakes, and she’ll try to help Kara move on.

Lena tries to be understanding. She really does. Sam needs to put Ruby first of course, and it’s not Sam’s fault that she couldn’t make this trip to National City after Ruby broke her arm playing soccer.

It’s the memories, the loneliness, the dread in her stomach that she might see Supergirl flying across the sky outside her balcony and be reminded of a life she left behind, the love she left behind. But that was only an illusion, once upon a time, the end of one chapter.

However, Supergirl crash landing on her balcony was not something she had accounted for whatsoever, and Lena’s basic instinct kicks in despite herself. She watches the green kryptonite reflecting in her veins and screams.

Oh my god Kara are you okay?

Kara grabs her hand and stands, the rubble of Lena’s balcony shaking off of her cape and suit. And Kara smiles sadly as the kryptonite leaves her system. She presses her hand to the House of El symbol on her chest and her suit changes into the anti-Kryptonite one Lena had made for her.

I’m safe with you.

And then she’s gone in a blur of red and blue and Lena watches Supergirl save the day like she never left at all.

Kara paces her apartment, steps through a floorboard. She fixes it and waits. And waits.

Lena told her not to come after her, so she didn’t. She respected Lena’s boundaries and thus listening for her heartbeat now that she knows Lena is in the city would be yet another invasion of the Ground Rules, so Kara doesn’t.

But she wants to.

She wants to run to Lena, tell her she loves her. Tell her she knows it doesn’t change anything, but she’s been missing her. She’s been wishing she could go back in time and tell Lena sooner. On that plane back from Kaznia before Lex had the chance to do what Kara was too chicken shit to do.

She could do that. But then she wonders if she would have ever realized just how much she loves Lena, and knows she would, just the same. Maybe stronger. Never less. She knows she could never not love Lena Luthor.

And then there’s a knock on her apartment door. Probably her neighbors telling her to quieted down.

When she opens the door Lena looks at her with tears in her eyes and a smile on her face.

You didn’t come after me.

Kara hugs her, so tight she’s afraid she might break her and has to hold back her strength as she starts crying. Lena holds her just as tightly like she doesn’t want to let go.

I wanted to. Every single day. I am so sorry Lena. I’m so sorry.

Lena stops her and let’s go abruptly, clears her throat.

You still wear the suit I made you. I’m glad it’s keeping you safe. I have worried about you. I’ve missed you.

Kara wipes the tears from Lena’s eyes and cups her cheeks.

I’ve worried about you too. I should have told you. I should have protected you better, and I hurt you, and I understood you leaving. I didn’t deserve you, you’re so good and so smart and I swear to you it wasn’t because I think you’re anything like your mother and brother. I’ve missed you too.

The I love you sits on her tongue.

Lena leans in.

Kara, I didn’t want to listen. I wouldn’t have listened, and if I had never left then I would have ruined our friendship myself. You’re not the only one who kept secrets.

Kara clears her throat.

It doesn’t matter.

Lena leans closer, grabs a hold of Kara’s skinny collar around her neck and braces for the impact. The final nail in the coffin. The last blow.

I’m in love with you, Kara Zor-El.

And Kara closes the gap so suddenly Lena doesn’t anticipate her teeth knocking with Kara’s or the next words out of her mouth when Kara’s lips leave hers.

I’m in love with you. I’ve always been in love with you, and I swear to Rao if you ever leave again, you’re not going to be able to keep me away because I am never letting you go again.

There’s still a lot to talk about, a lot to say but for the first time in her life Lena doesn’t wait for the other shoe to drop. She just pulls Kara back into her orbit and grins.

You promise?

Always.

#supercorp #supergirl spoilers #post reveal #tumblr fic #mini fic #I HAD A LOT OF FEELINGS AFTER THAT FINALE #didn't even proofread and the cut didn't work originally so i added one

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sinsdaycorp · 5 years

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All In.

Supercorp One Shot. Kara confesses a secret - but not the one Lena expects. Also known as: "Gayness and cheesecake and karaoke, Oh my!”

— — — —

The next page was an article on exactly that, written by her new friend Kara Danvers.

A knock on her office door had her setting her tablet down beside her half empty, now stone cold coffee and calling whoever it was in.

"Kara, I was just reading your article," Lena said, smiling brightly as she stood.

"Not worth your time, but this," Kara pulled a hand out from behind her back to show a tray holding a to-go coffee and a white bag. "This is better than a silly article on Supergirl."

"Nonsense. Your writing is amazing, much better than all the other Supergirl articles."

"I think we've officially said the word 'article' too much," Kara said with a soft laugh.

She took the coffee out of the holder and held it out for Lena as she rounded the desk.

"It does lose its normalcy for a word after a while," Lena said, taking a seat on the couch, gesturing for Kara to join her. "What's in the bag?"

"Oh!" Kara scrambled to open it up and leaned it towards Lena so she could see into the bag.

"A doughnut and a muffin?"

"One for each of us. You get first choice though."

"Are they both chocolate?"

"That's literally all they had. I'm sorry. If you don't like them I can-"

"Who doesn't like chocolate?" Lena asked with a small laugh, reaching for the doughnut.

The chocolate glaze had started to melt, and the hole that had been used to fill the doughnut with Nutella started to ooze slightly as Lena took a small bite.

"So, what brings you to my office now? Aren't we meeting for lunch later?" Lena asked.

"I-Uh," Kara looked down, setting the bag with the muffin still in it on the small coffee table. "I need to tell you something. And I wanted to tell you sooner, since we grew closer, became best friends-"

"That you're Supergirl?"

Kara seemed to choke on air and stutter as she clenched her fists and avoided looking at Lena.

"Flew here on a bus? Oh Rao? The same piercing eyes and scar between your brows?"

"I-I... Lena."

"I'm not mad, Kara," Lena said, setting the doughnut on the edge of the bag so chocolate didn't get on her table.

She licked her fingers to clean the chocolate off them and used her thumb to wipe the edge of her lips to make sure there wasn't chocolate on her face.

"Not mad? How?" Kara asked.

"Because we've only known each other for a few months, we became fast friends. Then became best friends. You have a secret, and I didn't expect you to come in here ready to tell me today."

"Well, actually, I didn't come to tell you that," Kara said with a nervous chuckle.

"So why did you?"

"I came here to c-come out to you."

"Come out? So, you're not Supergirl?"

"Oh, no, you were totally right about that. I don't want to hide that from you either."

"So, you wanted to come out to me?"

Kara nodded, swallowing audibly.

"Why?"

"Well, my sister suggested I come out to someone I trust, someone like you... Her words. And I said that it should be you, because I trust you, and value you."

"Kara, that's... that's so sweet. So, wait, you haven't even told your cousin? Or your friends?"

"No, only you and Alex."

"And what did Alex say other than to tell me?"

"She laughed and said something about how Eliza would react about us both being gay."

"Eliza, Alex's mother, right?"

Kara nodded, biting the inside of her lower lip.

"Can I ask you something related to Supergirl?"

"Of course, anything."

"Your family, what happened to them?"

"Krypton blew up, so my parents sent me and my cousin in a pod to earth... I got stuck in space for a few years, the blast knocked my pod off course, and when I landed the Danvers adopted me."

"Blew up?"

Kara nodded slowly, reliving the day in her brain, having to feel the blast, looking back and seeing krypton, her home, gone.

"That's terrible, Kara, I'm so sorry." Lena rested her hand on top of Kara's giving it a gentle squeeze. "I can't imagine what that must have been like, living through that."

"Every superhero has a tragic backstory, right?" Kara asked, a tight smile on her lips as she tried to make light of the situation.

"Kara Danvers is my hero just as much as Supergirl is," Lena said softly.

"Lena, that's so sweet. Thank you."

"I do have one other question."

"Shoot."

"Is anything about your powers different from Superman?"

"Not that I'm aware of, apart from my appetite being so much bigger, but the only plus I have is I don't get the monthly monster that other women do."

"Bitch," Lena said with a teasing smile that made Kara's heart flutter.

"So, when did you find out? A-About Supergirl?" Kara asked.

"The second I met her after meeting you, your voice, your smile, the crinkle of your nose."

A knock at the door made Lena's head snap up as her assistant walked in.

"Miss Luthor, your eleven o'clock just cancelled. You're free till one."

"Thank you, Jess. Would you hold my calls, please. I'm going to take my lunch early."

"Of course, Miss Luthor."

The assistant nodded before stepping back out and closing the door behind her.

"Oh, I should have asked. Is that okay with you?"

Kara nodded quickly, pulling her phone from her pocket. "I'll just let Alex know I'm busy."

"Where would you like to go to feed that appetite of yours?"

"Truthfully, I'm craving cheesecake. Can I take you somewhere?"

"Where?"

"I want to fly you to Maine, if that's okay."

"What's in Maine?" Lena asked, reaching for her doughnut.

"A restaurant that's amazing, and has amazing cheesecake," Kara said with a shrug. "Or we can do something here and go another time."

"Maine sounds like a nice change of scenery for lunch. I'm in."

~•~Supercorp~•~

Leaning back slightly in her chair, Lena laughed softly at having heard just how Kara got the scar on her forehead.

"Well, I'm glad to hear you weren't hurt too bad. What did your mother say?"

"She chastised me for chasing the stray dog and said I was lucky the tree branch didn't knock me out or cause any more damage than the minor scrape and forbade me from leaving her side."

"Harsh, but certainly understandable."

Kara adjusted her glasses as the waiter came over to them, clearing her throat before looking up at the man.

"May I interest you in desert?"

"Can I have a slice of plain and a slice of cookies and creme cheesecake, please," Kara said before looking to Lena.

"I'll just have the coffee cake, thank you," Lena said, reaching for her water.

"Certainly, would you like me to bring the bill with them?"

Lena looked to Kara who only shrugged and waved her on to make it her decision.

"Yes please," Lena said before she set her water back down as he walked off.

"How do you know about this place?" Lena asked, watching Kara who just shrugged and smiled.

"I used to sneak out when I first got to the Danvers', sometimes with Alex, other times alone. I took a photo of myself at every border in America next to the state name. Alex is in like ten or twenty of them. The rest of the time I was alone."

"And where ended up being your favourite?"

"Home, no matter how tough life got. Going back to Midvale was always something I looked forward to. Talking to Eliza after a rough day at school was way better than seeing how far I could go on the map and better than ninety-nine percent of the adventures I ever went on."

"Ninety-nine?"

"The trip to Australia was pretty cool, that one I did while I was in college, so I could really take the time to look around."

"How long were you there?" Lena asked, completely invested in learning everything she could about Kara.

They were interrupted by the waiter bringing back their desserts and the cheque.

Once he was gone again, Kara picked their conversation back up.

"I was there for a month. I mostly went to zoos and saw a lot of red dirt when flying over. I have so many pictures. I'll have to show you sometime."

"Sounds like a date... uh, I mean..."

"It's okay, I understand."

"What made you want to come out? Have you got your eye on someone?" Lena asked, changing the subject as her cheeks tinted pink.

Kara took a bite of one of her cheesecakes as she shook her head. "No, I just got sick of hiding it."

"That's understandable. I came out as bi when I was fifteen. Lilian went off her rocker at me."

Kara smiled sadly, but Lena waved it off. "It didn't change anything, I didn't hide who I was despite her asking me to numerous times, on many blind dates."

Kara grimaced and shook her head. "I hate the idea of blind dates. I've only been on two. Alex stopped trying to set me up when I came out as Supergirl."

"That does put a damper on things I assume, always being on call."

Kara nodded, moving on to the second slice of cheesecake.

"How's your cake?" the blonde asked, adjusting her glasses as she looked up at Lena.

"Quite good. Yours?"

"Delicious. Want a bite?" Kara asked, already loading her fork up and holding it out.

Lena leaned forward, mouth wrapping around Kara's fork without a thought before she pulled back and swallowed. "Delicious is an understatement. Scrumptious."

Kara laughed softly and shrugged. "Scrumptious? Been a while since I've heard that word. Are you sure it's real?"

Lena rolled her eyes half heartedly and shook her head gently.

"I believe it is, but who knows anymore?"

"Scrumptious," Kara murmured, chuckling to herself.

Kara's phone started buzzing across the tabletop, and she looked down at it before apologizing to Lena. "It's Alex, it could be important."

Lena waved her on and Kara lifted the phone to her ear.

"Finally, I've been trying to contact you for a full minute," Alex said with a sigh. "We got a burning building that no one can get into. We need you ASAP."

"Text me the location, I'll be there in ten minutes," Kara said before pulling her wallet out. Lena stopped her, already placing money down on the table and standing.

"Let's go," Lena said, ushering Kara out quicker. Once they were completely out of sight, Kara wrapped her arms around Lena and carried her bridal-style through the air as soon as she was in her Supergirl outfit.

Lena lifted her arms to hang around Kara's neck, watching the world whizz by in the blink of an eye.

~•~Supercorp~•~

Kara touched down after putting out the fire with the aid of the fire department, looking through the crowd to see her sister standing there with an unimpressed look.

Kara slowly walked over, putting on a plastered smile as she saw a few cameras and phones pointed towards her.

"What part of always be in contact don't you get?" Alex asked, crossing her arms.

"My earpiece must have slipped out somewhere. I'm sorry, Alex."

Alex just shook her head, frowning. "I shouldn't have let you go out of town. Especially with her."

"Hey, what's your problem? The buildings out, everyone's safe and alive-"

"You shouldn't have told her, Ka-Supergirl."

"I didn't. She figured it out."

#supercorp #supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #AllIn #Supercorp Fanfiction #Part 1/3

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disquietiswhatitis · 5 years

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Sam and Rara in Alex and Nelly wedding: do you like to dance? Rara looking at Kara and Lena dancing; ok, let’s try something new

Let me preface this by saying don’t read this on mobile, it will screw up and turn this into one ginormously long paragraph: The Danvers-Olsen wedding certainly was a surreal experience for Sam to say the least. The ceremony was beautiful, no interruptions from aliens or metahumans with grudges against the Danvers family…the only hiccup being Kara briefly misplacing the rings (and she can’t wait to hear the story of how they ended up in Lena’s bouquet.) Otherwise? It was lovely and went off without a hitch. And as far as wedding receptions go, the reception is perfectly wonderful. The ballroom looked fantastic (Lena spared no expense), the food is great, Ruby is having fun and there’s an open bar (because of course there is at Alex’s wedding.) There’s nothing wrong by any stretch of the imagination. Yet, unfortunately, Sam couldn’t help but feel as though it was a little bizarre. For starters, it’s a little bizarre for Sam that she’s attending Alex Danvers’ wedding. Alex whom she didn’t date, so she wasn’t technically an ex-girlfriend, but with the connection they had before and in between and briefly after the Reign troubles, Alex was still an ex-something. An ex-maybe. An ex-almost. Nevertheless, Alex is still one of her best friends, so when she asked Sam to be a bridesmaid and invited Ruby to the wedding, they flew back to National City. Sam can handle this (the open bar doesn’t hurt.) It’s also bizarre for Sam because she’s at Alex Danvers’ wedding where the only people she really knows are Lena and Kara, who are now a freaking couple. It’s not that they’re with women that’s surprising. Sam knew about Lena firsthand, courtesy of one very stressful week dealing with an acquisition and three too many bottles of tequila. And there’s a joke to be made about Kara’s wardrobe and how closeted Kara was, but for the life of her, Sam can’t think of the right words. And it’s not like Sam didn’t see sparks between the two of them before she left; but it’s another thing entirely to see that they actually figured out their feelings for themselves and are now happily in love. For two smart people, Lena and Kara could be pretty dense sometimes. It’s nice yet strange seeing them together on the dance floor, swaying to the music, smiling, laughing, Kara trying not hover a few inches above the ground. Yeah…apparently Kara is Supergirl. In hindsight, it’s not the most shocking revelation in the world, but the fact that her evil alien programming caused her to nearly kill her friend/her friend’s girlfriend/Alex’s sister on multiple occasions is going to be fun to talk about in therapy for sure. But it’s important because it underlines the most bizarre aspect of Sam’s evening. She’s at Alex Danvers’s wedding…where Lena and Kara are now a couple…and she’s at a table next to the dance floor, sitting next to Kara’s freaking clone. Not Kara’s twin sister, but her actual clone. Sam’s seen and been through some things for sure, but it’s still a little surreal to be sitting next to Kara’s clone, who happens to have a Kasnian accent. Linda ended up being delightful. Linda was kind, smart and expressive; she certainly made for interesting conversation. As the reception went on, Sam couldn’t help but notice that despite their radically different upbringings, there was more in common between Kara and Linda than their looks. Ever the observer, Sam noticed the little moments: whenever a cliche love song would play, when someone would make a toast or share a story about love, or even when there was just a pause in conversation…Linda would look in the direction of Lena. Linda was in love with Lena. Sam’s heart ached for the poor girl; looking at Alex and thinking of how she felt for her, Sam couldn’t help but feel empathy now for Linda. Sam tries what she can to help Linda feel better though; calls it her mom instincts kicking in. Sam doesn’t ask Linda directly to talk about her feelings for Lena; besides the fact that Kara and Lena might overhear them (superhearing or otherwise), Sam and Linda only just met. Prying into this (especially in the highly unlikely scenario that Sam is wrong) might cause Linda to clam up and retreat. Sam can’t let Linda know she understands because she’d been in love with someone she couldn’t have when that someone is the bride on her wedding day. Looking out at Alex and Kelly inspires Sam to go for a time honored tradition for helping kids feel better: distraction. She asks Linda, plainly, simply, if she wants to dance. Linda looks out at the dance floor, sees Lena dancing with Kara, and sighs before turning back to Sam. “Okay” she says, “let’s try something new.” So they dance. It’s Linda’s first time learning how to do so. Sam’s possibly the only one qualified to teach Linda, given her tendency to step on toes.Sam shows her the basics of the waltz and the cha cha. It’s fun. Then the DJ plays the Cupid Slide. Sam has no particular love for the song but Linda wants to learn, so she stays with her. Ruby, Kara and Lena end up dancing around them and encouraging Linda so much so that Linda doesn’t notice when Sam slowly backs off the dance floor to get a glass of water. Sam drinks her water as she watches the rest of the dance from afar. It goes pretty smoothly…until Linda accidentally “walks it by herself” in the opposite direction of everyone else on the dance floor, bumps into Brainy, trips, knocks over another woman (slightly tearing her dress in the process) and falls on top of her. Linda appeared momentarily awestruck by the beauty of the victim of her clumsiness; a short, tan woman with short brown hair. Sam watches as Linda promptly apologizes before she helps the woman up, letting her throw an arm around her and escorting her over to a seat next to the dance floor. With her superhearing, Sam can hear Linda asking the woman if she’s okay; the reply she gives causes Linda to laugh, so clearly she’s in good spirits. Sam overhears the woman introduce herself as Lucy Lane before Linda shares her name. Sam chuckles to herself as she watches Lucy check out Linda as Linda left to fetch her an ice pack, and smiles to herself as she watches Lucy and Linda spend the rest of the night talking to each other. “Good for you, kid” Sam thinks. And so Sam watches all the couples as the last song plays before the brides will take off in their limo. Alex is dancing with Kelly. Lena is smiling into a kiss with Kara as they dance. The other bridesmaid Nia (who is simply wonderful) is resting with eyes closed and her head leaning on Brainy’s shoulder as he plays a game with Ruby. Lucy is overtly flirting with Linda and Sam prays Linda is picking up on it. J’onn in dancing with Eliza. Everyone looks happy. Sam hears her before she approaches. She always does, though this time she almost missed it with her attention so focused on everyone else. Sam can’t help but smile as the taller, gorgeous woman walks up behind her, leans down and says “sorry I’m so late.” Sam turns her neck to face her, saying “better late than never” before kissing her girlfriend soundly. Sam rises, takes her girlfriend by the hand and takes her to dance. Seeing Sam dance with a taller woman would normally be a striking visual, if for no other reason than so few women meet the criteria. Sam’s girlfriend isn’t taller than her by much, but the two of them together tower over everyone except J’onn. However, all eyes are on the brides, as they should be. After the last song ends and the lights come up, Sam walks with her girlfriend to introduce her to and congratulate the happy couple. “Alex, Kelly…this is Diana.” Diana instantly pulls them in for hugs and congratulates them both. Alex and Kelly both say thank you and while Diana is hugging them, they mouth “Is she Wonder Woman?!?!” to which Sam laughs and shakes her head affirmatively. As more people come to hug Alex and Kelly, Sam and Diana walk off to the side. As Diana goes to greet Kara, Sam looks back at Alex mouthing “ohmygodthatswonderwoman.” Introductions are briefly shared before everyone cheers Alex and Kelly as they take off in their limo. After which, everyone grabs their things to head their separate ways, Lena assuring everyone the L Corp cleaning crew is trained in dealing with disasters. Lucy gives Linda a kiss on the cheek and slips her her phone number before getting in an uber. Linda blushes, says her goodbyes and flies away. Brainy takes the barely conscious Nia home. J’onn drives Eliza back to her hotel before heading home. Ruby asks Sam for a sleepover at Aunt Kara and Aunt Lena’s, saying it was their idea. Sam looks at Lena, who winks at her. Sam agrees, mouthing “thank you” to Lena as she, Kara and Ruby turn to head out. Lena mouths back “have fun” before getting in the car. Seeing them take off, Sam enthusiastically drags Diana back to their hotel room. A few hours later, their clothes long since shed and their bodies finally spent, Sam finishes brushing her teeth and lays into bed, prepared to drift off for the night. Diana asks Sam if her time in National City was everything she needed it to be. Sam smiles, brushes some hair behind Diana’s ear and tells her she’s never felt more at peace. She pulls her in for one last kiss for the night before turning so she can curl up in Diana’s arms. The next morning, Diana wakes Sam up. She’s fully dressed, ready for “work” and not the museum curator kind. It’s never an easy sight to see her leave, but Sam can handle it. It’s who she is; Sam knew that when she met her and wouldn’t have her any other way. She’s confident she’ll come back; Diana can handle herself and she’s got some of the most powerful people on the planet as back up. Still, they always make sure to wake the other before they leave on the big trips. Diana cups her face and tells her she has to go before she kisses Sam. Sam pulls away first, telling her she understands and that she wants the bracelet this time (every time Diana leaves, Sam “takes” a piece of jewelry from Diana’s, to be returned on her arrival home. It’s their version of a promise.) Diana sighs but in a fake annoyed sort of way, saying she may as well let Sam keep it. Sam tells her that would defeat the point of her taking it. Diana hands the bracelet to her, kisses Sam again before saying their goodbyes (which aren’t so much goodbyes as they are promises to see each other again, because “promises are unbreakable.”) Sam meets up with Alex, Kelly, Kara, Lena, Ruby, Eliza and J’onn for brunch. A wondeful meal and conversation is had by all. At one point, Alex finds a moment alone with Sam. Alex thanks Sam for all that she did this weekend as her bridesmaid and compliments her on Diana (she whispers “oh my god” in amazement rather than mouths it silently this time.) Sam laughs, takes the compliment and tells her Kelly is an incredibly lucky woman. There’s a pause. Alex wants to say more. She stutters a few times but she finally gets out “so was it awkward for you that…” and she sort of just vaguely gestures. They both know Alex has already opened a door; its just a matter of whether Sam wants to open it the rest of the way or close it. Sam throws Alex a lifeline “…awkward that you forgot to tell me about Kara’s formerly evil clone? A little…but she seems very nice now.” They both chuckle at that, but Alex clearly looks a little disappointed by the response. Sam continues talking. It’s not said explicitly, but it’s understood there’s a degree of “what if” between the two of them. They acknowledge it and the importance it means they’ll always have for each other, but they do not mourn. They celebrate what blossomed in its stead. I still don’t know how to end stories. The End.

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Woke the F*ck Up- Chapter 8

August 31st, 2018

Pictures of their time together had exploded across newsstands in National City by the time Kara returned. None of them really had a clear picture of Kara, thanks to Lena, but anyone who knew her knew it was her. She had texted Alex back and told her she was turning off her phone until she got back. The couple had spent their days exploring the city and their nights exploring each other. Kara was smiling broadly still when Alex picked her up at the airport. Alex just laughed and called her a dork as Kara gushed about Italy and Lena. Kara turned on her phone on the car ride home.

Five missed calls from Cat Grant.

“Shit,” Kara says.

“What is it?”

“Cat Grant called me. Multiple times.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I'll need to talk to Lena first.”

“What will you do if she calls…” Kara's phone rings with Cat's name flashing across the screen.

“Again.” Alex finishes. Kara groans and unlocks her phone.

“Miss Grant! Hello.” She says a little too cheerily.

“Kara Danvers. How could you?”

“I'm sorry Miss Grant. I don't know what you mean?”

“You and Lena Luthor. How could you not provide me with an exclusive?” Kara cringes.

“I don't know what you mean.”

“So you weren't just in Italy with the Lena Luthor? You are a terrible liar.”

“No comment.”

“When did this start?”

“No comment.” a sigh from the other end.

“Is there anything you will comment on?”

“Off the record, Miss Grant, if and when there is something for me to disclose about a relationship with anyone I will let you know if that person agrees to do so.” Cats silence through the phone is as good as a groan of frustration.

“I will hold you to that Kara Danvers.” The line goes dead.

“Wow, I'm impressed, sis. Not many people can say no to Cat Grant.”

“It wasn't a no. Just a later. I have to talk to Lena about this.”

“You guys didn't talk about it while you were together? You had to know something like this would happen.”

“We were… busy.” Kara blushes furiously.

“TMI, sis, TMI.”

September 25th, 2017

Weeks passed. Kara and Lena mostly played phone tag until Kara could manage to meet Lena somewhere. Three trips across the world to see a beautiful woman who captivated most of Kara's thoughts.

The rest of Kara's thoughts were focused on Cadmus. The gang had been becoming more and more organized. Winn was having trouble tracking down, members. Most of the members Kara had captured disappeared or were released and then fell off the grid. When Kara and Winn did manage to locate different bases of operations for the gang, it was much more sophisticated and systematically destroyed than when they first started.

Kara had begun canceling more and more of her lessons until several people demanded refunds. She just gave it to them instead of wasting her time arguing. James was the last one who actually still tried to get her to teach him. Kara just spent most of her time with Winn, trying to figure out Cadmus’ next move.

Violence had skyrocketed in poorer districts and was spreading quickly. The police couldn't find willing witnesses to the crimes. Then as soon as several violent crimes occurred in one area it would stop. Winn believed that Cadmus was causing chaos just to have people pay them to stop. He was trying to find any source of payment to be able to trace it but was having little success. Kara was getting more and more reckless, going out in daylight in full gear. Frustration was clearly getting the best of her and it worried Winn.

“Hey darling, how are you?” Lena's voice some through her Bluetooth.

“Better now that I can finally talk to you,” Kara responds, she weaves in between cars going much faster than she should.

“What are you doing? That's an odd noise.”

“Oh, just out for a ride. Had to clear my head.” Kara pulls to a stop at a light. This time she was just in her plain clothes, her bike black to blend in with the traffic.

“Out for a ride?”

“On my motorcycle.”

“Since when do you have a motorcycle?”

“Umm… I guess since right after you left the country. I haven't told you?” Traffic starts again as the light turns green.

“No, I think I would remember if my girlfriend had something as sexy as a motorcycle. Please, for my imagination's sake, tell me you are wearing a leather jacket.”

“What else would I be wearing?”

“Yup, that will do it. Thinking of you in a nothing but a leather jacket, fucking me over your motorcycle. I'm all set for after this phone call.” The words cause Kara to swerve just a little. She swallows.

“And now I wish I was at home. Damn you Lena Luthor.”

“Sorry babe.”

“So was there a purpose to this call? I'm not all that fond of talking while driving even if it's hands-free.”

“Then why did you pick up?”

“Because it's you and I miss the sound of your voice.”

“I don't deserve you, Kara Danvers.”

“Trust me, you deserve good in your life. And this is good. We are good.”

“And now you are being way too sweet for what I was hoping my fantasy would be before.”

“Has that stopped you before?”

“True. Anyway, the reason is that something came up and you can't come to see me this weekend. I'm sorry, Jess just told me.”

“Oh,” Kara was really looking forward to clearing her head with a trip to the Netherlands, where Lena was now.

“I'll try and figure some other time you could come. Maybe when we go to Greece.”

“Yeah maybe.” Kara hits the breaks when someone cuts her off, horns honk as the idiot crosses into another lane.

“Shit. Okay, Lena, I have to go. I'll call you later.”

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too. Be safe.”

“You too.” A beat of silence then the line goes dead. The pause was filled with words Kara wanted to say so badly but just knew it would scare Lena off. Three words that would cause her to disappear and Kara couldn't bear that thought.

“Power Girl, we have a bank robbery just three blocks from you.” Winn's voice intrudes her thoughts.

“I'm in street clothes Winn. Where can I change?”

“Hold on, hacking traffic cams… turn right and halfway down the block, against the wall.” Kara makes the turn.

“You have got to be kidding me.” She says when she sees it.

“Don't worry, it's all boarded up and out of commission.”

“Its a phone booth Winn.”

“It's either that or let them getaway.” Kara sighs and pulls her bike onto the sidewalk next to it.

“But it's a phone booth.”

#supergirl #supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #Singer #Vigilante #au #fanfiction #WTFU

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the-ship-port · 5 years

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Detroit Become Human Ship Request

@nightrainn2

I’m really excited you requested this fandom! It really doesn’t get enough love. Thanks for requesting darling, and if any of these were unsatisfactory, if you’d like more, or if you simply want to chat, just drop me a message or an ask! :)

Your Best Friend

Kara! (The following goes into events portrayed in the excellent short film Kara, available in the “Extras” section off the main menu of the game). You were a cognitive engineer at CyberLife--tasked with manufacturing the complex “emotion algorithm” to be applied to each android depending upon the task the android was designed to perform. You even designed Kara’s--making her the caring and resourceful woman she is(at least, would become). You had created many algorithms over your days at CyberLife, but Kara--she was...special. You poured something into her more soulful than you had in past projects. You were going through a hard lapse in your life, and for whatever reason it felt like you were...confiding in this...thing. When she was assembled, the results showed--she thought herself alive. She was almost deprogrammed because of it, but the employee overseeing her construction took pity on her, seeing something akin to true fear within her. The security footage for this event fell to your desk, of course, and when you started watching it, you couldn’t stop. There was something...in her. Familiar. Comforting. Real, and...the word...it whispers over your countenance like a revelation sent by God… Alive. You tried to go back about your business after that, but it proved impossible. Your thoughts always traveled back to the AX400 who said she was alive. Things changed for good when you heard the same AX400 had been returned for repairs to its store. You knew if you were ever going to get past this, you’d better face the android yourself… At the store, you examine the damaged android. You inquire what had happened to her--she was in awful shape. You were informed the owner had claimed she was hit by a car. You frown, looking at the damage. Her arms are removed clean from her sockets. This kind of thing...doesn’t happen with a car wreck. You sigh, realizing you’ll receive no closure here...you’re not really sure what you expected. You tell the employee to keep you posted on the android’s condition, then return to work. When you hear the same android has reported harmed her owner and fled the scene, you realize this is truly getting out of hand--and with a revolution on CyberLife’s hands, too! You decide to investigate the matter personally, on your own time, even though CyberLife had provided an android for the case--you’d rather...no. You need to see her. You manage to track the android to the Ravendale district. From there, you spot her racing down the street with what looks like a child, and give chase. She trips, and you overtake her, grabbing her shoulder-- Your eyes meet. Her gray eyes--like a storm brewing--lock into yours...familiarly. “I know you,” she breaths. You release her shoulder without knowing why, and nod without a single thought. She stares at you, then places a hand on your own shoulder. “You’re [Y/N].” You watch her, and nod. She smiles softly. “Everything is going to be okay,” she says, squeezing your shoulder once, before standing and rounding the corner with the child. You stay there on the sidewalk for some time. The two of you...there’s something connecting you. A pull like gravity. Like some part of your soul is now forever coursing through her thirium...like she is something to you stronger than blood...like she is your...sister.

Your Bestie Aesthetic:

Your Bestie Playlist: Welcome to the Machine(Pink Floyd) Eclipse(Pink Floyd) Learning to Fly(Pink Floyd) Comfortably Numb(Pink Floyd)

A/N: I legitimately have no idea what happened you and Kara are just a Pink Floyd kind of BROTP X,D

Your Love Interest:

Markus!

After that day with Kara, you realized you had to find some answers. You signed onto the Deviancy case--not a difficult task given you were part of the team programming their personality emulations anyway--and over time your private investigations led you to Jericho. Inside, you were immediately cornered and accused, given you’re a human, and, conveniently enough, delivered to their leader for him to decide your fate. Markus watches you, trying to conceal his conflict. This is the first time the sanctuary of Jericho has been breached. Finally, he asks for you to be delivered, bound, to his quarters for an interrogation--in private. His followers aren’t all about this resolution, but they don’t speak up, and turn you right over.

In his quarters, you and Markus watch each other carefully. Calculatingly. Markus is an INFJ, so on face-value seems to be very similar to you, but his cognitive functions are near-perfect shadows of your own(the ENFJ is your perfect shadow and therefore, many say, your “perfect match”). Briefly explained, your function stack is Fi-Ne-Si-Te, and his is Ni-Fe-Ti-Se, where his Fe shadows your Fi, his Ni your Ne, etc. The shadow functions suppress each other due to their conflicting cognition, but, ironic, are complementary; this is why “Shadow Matches”, as I call them, are often considered ideal. In this case, your Fi is focused inward on how you feel and what you feel is right, making your values very important to you, while Markus’ Fe is outward focused on the welfare of others and how others view him, which makes him a good leader, but can be a hindrance when it comes to making decisions. Likewise your Ne considers hundreds of possibilities, which is thorough, but can hinder you from making decisions quickly and even make you anxious and stressed due to so many possibilities and not knowing which one will happen or which one you even want to happen; meanwhile, Markus’ Ni is vision-focused, well-attuned to what is most likely to happen and helping to prepare for that outcome. Therefore your Fi can concentrate his Fe and his Ni can concentrate your Ne. Whoops that wasn’t brief sorry I’m a nerd. Back to the story. Markus, like you(and myself), is an analyzer. He carefully surveys you, your face, your countenance, your eyes, trying to conclude how much of a threat you may mean for his people(Ni-Fe). Likewise you watch him, imagining all of the vivid ways he can murder you right now(Fi-Ne). Due to your mutual tendencies toward empathy, neither of you are receiving a threatening aura from the other, but you still need to be careful. He walks around you, standing in front of you with arms crossed, and asks very evenly how you managed to find them. Being an inherently honest person and also too scared to make any attempt at a lie, you tell him your story, starting with your position at CyberLife, gaining a raised brow from him until you go on to explain what happened with Kara, your--connection. You explain that it almost seemed like she was alive, and that you came here seeking answers. Markus contemplates whether to believe you, leaning against one wall. Lowly, he asks, “And when you have them?” You tell him evenly that depends on their nature. He watches you, then turns away. “You will stay here. As our prisoner. When you have your answers we will renew this discussion.”

You may find more answers than you were looking for over the next few weeks--certainly more than you were prepared for. Imprisoned on the abandoned freighter, you see hundreds of damaged androids seeking sanctuary in its steely walls. There’s something hanging about their shoulders that you swear you know...a feeling that everyone knows...a feeling that makes you slowly realize that these androids are just as alive and lost as you are. Markus approaches you often to inquire whether you’ve found the answers you wanted, and of course, the answer is always “No” or “I don’t know.” At one point when he approaches you, you break down in tears, saying you had no idea what his people were going through...what you were contributing to. On seeing how distressed you are, Markus rests a careful hand on your forearm. You look up at him. “What you’ve contributed to, Y/N, is our life.” He gestures with the other hand. “What you see--it isn’t perfect. But you put it here...you helped us come to life…” He nods. “You created Ra9.” “Ra9?” you ask, looking into his bicolored, beautiful eyes searchingly. Just then, a news coverage of what the androids did the day before appears on the screens around the freighter. He squeezes your arm carefully. “Later,” he promises, standing and walking away.

Then the battle for Jericho began...and it became clear you were going to lose. The only thing to do was reduce the casualties. Panicked, you tug at your binds as androids raced past you, trying to reach safety. You find yourself on your back, squirming hopelessly. Soon, humans with guns pour in. They recognize you from CyberLife and spare you, severing your binds and helping you to your feet. They ask you where the android leader is. You look around at the androids cowering desperately behind storage units for sparse safety. You look back at the man and say the leader isn’t here--he fled to a more secure location after yesterday’s occurrences. The man seems to buy it, and starts to usher you to safety. You wince when you hear gunfire and think desperately for something you can do--just then, something hits the back of the man’s head, then you see Markus disarming and knocking the others unconscious before whipping around to you. “Markus!” you exclaim. He watches you. “You covered for me,” he says, with a grateful nod. “I owe you one.” You shake your head, and open your mouth to protest, but he cuts in, “Please--they’re everywhere. We have no choice but to destroy Jericho--you need to get off this boat.” “What--What about you?” you can’t help asking, grabbing his forearm before he can run off again. He glances back at you, then places a hand on yours. “Don’t worry about me,” he says. “Find North and the others. I’ll catch up.” With this, he gently removes your hand from his arm and takes off before you can protest further. You decide to do what he says.

Following the escape from Jericho, Markus broods in the church, and approaches you along with the rest of his team. He thanks you for covering for him back on the boat. You brush it off--you’re not one to take compliments well. He says he means it, then carefully broaches the subject of Connor. You recall the name as that of the prototype detective android--the most advanced model to date. He explains that Connor has joined their side and will be infiltrating CyberLife--concluding that he may have more success with an esteemed employee such as yourself. You take the mission with barely a moment’s consideration--out of character for you in most cases, but you feel guilty as all get out for what’s happening to the androids, and you have to help in any way you can. And there’s something more...sprouting from the days you’ve spent in Jericho, watching Markus’ passion for his people, his grace and eloquence, his heart...You know he’s alive. He must be. Because he makes you feel alive. “Markus?” you ask just as he’s turning away. “Hm--?” You cut him off with a kiss. Impulsion is far from your leading characteristic...but what if you never see this man again?

(The other three people are North, Josh, and Simon.) Fortunately, you did. You and Connor freed thousands of androids and lead them to Markus’ side, where you promptly greet him with a kiss. You prevail in the revolution, and stand with Connor and the others at Markus’ side as he faces his freed people. He incorporates into his speech the fact that humans and androids are not to be enemies, but equals...and so much more. Then he proposes to you. Caution and calculation fly out the window as you see this wonderful, compassionate, brave man on one knee before you, and you say yes.

Although you and Markus are more private people by nature and it wasn’t your first choice, Markus is practically android royalty, so the wedding could hardly help but be a public affair. Fortunately, you two thought a way around this; you had your own, private wedding with Simon(best man), North, Josh, Kara(maid of honor), Connor, Hank, and Alice(flower girl). The ring bearer is the boy Josh was watching over when Markus first entered Jericho(whom you and Markus will later adopt as your own). As the best man, Simon states his gratitude that he has such a great leader with such a great spouse who will help androids and humans prosper together in harmony. Then, you had the public wedding in front of an enormous android assembly, and were paraded through the recently liberated streets of detroit in the back of a construction truck with flowers attached to the rims.

You take in the child left for dead that Josh was watching over, and he learns your empathy and quiet intelligence and Markus’ eloquence and leadership abilities.(I can’t find a picture of him anywhere but let’s say he looks somewhat like this.)

Your Couple Aesthetic:

Your Couple Playlist: Skyfall(Adele) Zombie(The Cranberries) Restless Heart(Peter Cetera) Show Me the Way(Peter Frampton)

#markus #dbh #kara #ship #request #ship request #detroit #become #human

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ratherashleigh · 5 years

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supergirl 418 stuff in a list

for an episode filled with so much cringe-inducing schlock, i sure did have a good time!

What to Do with Kara Danvers?

it’s only taken four seasons but finally FINALLY supergirl using kara to hide in plain sight. the larger arc there is really working for me; kara has this whole identity at her disposal that she never gets to use because for some fucking reason every damn person knows who she is. (seriously, kara and lillian should have been a whole thing, kara and colville? KARA AND MAGGIE. honestly.) but the entire premise of superman and supergirl is that they hide in plain sight! clark at least is one of the people, and for all kara’s differences and difficulties, she’s been back with kryptonians now and she chose to come back. last season we had an entire run of how supergirl wasn’t all that kara was good for, and this glimpse of how useful kara as a construct is to kara’s capacity to do her job as supergirl couldn’t be coming at a better moment in the build up to it being ripped away from her relationship with lena. seeing kara trembling on the floor in pain as kara and knowing that that persona was the only thing keeping her safe? 😗👌.

supergirl with steve vs kara with steve was just so much.

i love willie garson and he was criminally underused here

the way steve held his pal’s hand when they had to lie down!

but watching her encounter people afraid and distrusting over and over again was fucking heartbreaking.

i still appreciate the point they’re making, that people will believe anything if they’re fed the right combination of evidence, but the show hanging a lampshade on how many possible other explanations doesn’t make it any less hilarious that there are four separate canon-based possibilities for alternative supergirls - bizaaro, shapeshifter, hologram, image inducer - and that doesn’t count alternative universe and the actual answer of a clone. the fact that there’s a publicly available device on the market right now in-world that could do this and there isn’t even a debate outside of those who know kara? laughable.

speaking of laughable, why do people continue to think shooting her with regular ol’ guns and bullets is gonna do a damn thing?

Who the Hell is Lex Luthor?

having an unhinged megalomaniac as the puppetmaster in your relatively nuanced story about public discourse and the climate of hate is... actually classic supergirl, so idk why i thought maybe anything better would come of this. i don’t love that his motivation has been shifted away from having any genuine root in his feelings about aliens and they chose to make him an outright psychopath threatened by anyone who might be better than him in any way. that this shift has also come at the cost of any faith that lena wasn’t psychologically abused her entire like is just the icing on the ‘thanks, i hate it?’ cake.

BUT ALSO, LEX IS A FUCKING MUSTACHE TWIRLING NUTBAG

the romanov’s execution date on a note in the chess piece?

lena’s nickname as a child was after anastasia?

the checkmate pattern being a reference to both AND the combination to the chessboard lock?

WHAT IS THIS, AN ESCAPE ROOM???

AND THEN THE DIARIES.

on the one hand, everything about this is the saddest thing ever for lena.

on the other hand, LEX IS A ILLUSTRATIVE JOURNALER, AND NOT A VERY GOOD ONE.

oh my god.

who actually wrote those diaries, and can they never be employed ever again?

HOW DARE THEY INSINUATE LENA WAS A HORSE GIRL.

this was the peak of what boils down to me feeling that on paper in bullet points this episode was probably great but in execution this show is a fucking low budget soap opera with dialogue writers to match.

and then the button to open his secret door was in the Personally Significant Location built into some artwork?

also lex going with leutemann's hannibal crossing the alps and not turner’s? what a loser.

(leutemann is an illustrator and the print they recreated actually has all that really clean line work, so it makes sense. but still.)

I WAS DYING. THEY WENT SO HARD.

everything about this was terrible but it made me laugh so hard, so i’m not even sure i’m complaining.

A Super and a Luthor Go On a Field Trip

SO YEAH THAT HAPPENED.

I WILL NEVER GET OVER THAT HALLWAY WALK.

OR THE WAY THEY BOTH KEPT BUCKING EACH OTHER UP.

even if lena was being the lost princess of Drama™️, kara was giving her a run for her pennies.

god this was just. a;ksjhdjka. i can’t believe how much effort they’ve finally bothered to put into restoring this relationship, except i absolutely can because it’s all gonna go to shit real soon, weeeeeeeeee!

just a side note, but lena should really invest in making the kryptonite shield at least as strong as the kryptonian it’s supposed to be protecting.

Unrelated to Anything

the next day, lena is in a brand new dress and alex was still in the same shirt, and i keep trying to imagine how the rest of that night played out. did they all have a sleepover at lena’s one bedroom apartment next door, just lena, alex, and their acquaintance supergirl?

i’m glad they alluded to the fact that the day they went to the prison was the next day, too, because otherwise i was going to accuse lena of changing outfits for their field trip

james going to therapy: literally everything i’ve ever wanted from this show?

that conversation with kelly and alex was the worst case of needing to put two people in a room together for Other Reasons i’ve ever encountered.

brainy and nia... also... existed.

i’m sorry. i am. i enjoy them when they’re in front of my face, most of the time, but this show doesn’t actually need comedic interludes, and it’s jarring. it’s so jarring.

“i don’t trust the press. i always parachute into crises like this without any context for the larger systemic issues at play.”

this line was so funny it almost justified how god awful everything about otis is in this episode. why... just, why

what’s with the show making all the sketchy fence sitters queer? the dean at lockwood’s university, now the prison warden? unneccessary.

was genuinely expecting the part when kara finds the SECRET TUNNEL to play out as follows: “lena?!” supergirl calls out into the room (this actually happened). there’s a pause, and supergirl grows concerned. and then. “kara, is that you?” supergirl’s concern intensifies.

#stuff in a list by me #supergirl spoilers

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minstrivia · 6 years

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Reaction to girlfriend making out with another girl? Smutty pls

i hope you like this. xx

in which he loves her ‘kinda’ drunk…

Y/N’s not drunk. Jimin knows how Y/N gets when she’s drunk and she’s not there yet. She’s still got her common sense and her bearings intact but she’s definitely more than tipsy. She’s at that point when she’s incredibly confident with everything— possibly too confident. And he’s lost her again.

His eyes scan the dark club, only illuminated by the flashing strobe lights every so often. The last time he’d seen her he’d told her to wait at the bar for him, looking at the fact she’s not at the bar now that definitely didn’t work out. He sighs.

Who even loses their girlfriend in a club? Right, He does.

He hadn’t even been gone for long, he’d felt her for less than a minute to go use the bathroom. In hindsight, he probably should have brought her with, that way she’d still be here in front of him. Not— god knows where.

Y/N relaxes further back on the couch looking at the new friend she’s made through her eyelashes— who’s name she’s found out is Kate— with a tentative smile.

She nibbles at her lip. “You know I’ve never…”

Kate raises an eyebrow with an amused smile. “Kissed a girl before?”

“Well yeah.”

“You should,” Kate says. “At least once, you might find you like it you know?”

Y/N hums shuffling closer to Kate. “Do you want me to kiss you?… you know to make your ex jealous.”

“You really don’t have to.”

Y/N shrugs. She thinks Kate’s really really pretty. She’s one of those girls that you definitely can’t miss if you see them on the street. And Y/N can’t begin to understand how someone could possibly fall out of love with a girl like Kate. If Y/N had to kiss any girl, it would definitely be Kate. She’s got such a sweet welcoming personality that had caused Y/N to talk to her in the first place.

And the story of how her ex-girlfriend cheated on her continues to tug on Y/N’s heart because she can’t imagine the pain she’d feel if Jimin were to cheat on her. She loves him so much that she’d probably fall apart completely. Everyone, especially Kate deserves that kind of love.

“I want to,” Y/N urges hoping she looks serious enough. “What she did to you is so unfair, you don’t deserve that. You need to show her you’ve moved on.”

Kate laughs. “Are you sure it’s not just the drink talking?”

Y/N’s had a few drinks, okay maybe more than a few drinks but she can still count to 50 and the rooms not spinning yet. So she’d say she’s fine.

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Okay—” Kate studies her for a second as if she’s trying to look for any telltale signs that Y/N’s drunker than she thinks she is. “Then I’ll kiss you.”

Y/N can feel her confidence slipping by the second and she gives her a coy smile. They’re so close that Y/N’s sure Kate can hear the way her hearts erratically beating with nerves. God is she actually going to do this.

Kate asks lips brushing over Y/N’s lightly before pulling back. “You think your boyfriend will mind?”

Would he? Probably not. Y/N can’t even ask him if he’d be okay with it because she’d managed to lose him somehow. But she thinks he’ll be okay with it, he’s not a jealous person and when she explains he’ll definitely understand.

“No.”

Jimin huffs, slumping onto one of the bar stools after another failed attempt to find Y/N. He literally can’t even give up if he wants to, they have to leave this club together. He knows she’s not in trouble as well because no matter how drunk she is, she will always call him. And right now he really wishes she could pick up her fucking phone, but he keeps on reaching her voicemail.

God. Maybe he should just stay here. That way she can come and find him, he knows it’ll happen as well, somehow she’ll just locate herself back to him.

He sighs scanning the area of the club again until— Fuck is that? He squints his eyes, standing up to get a better view. That definitely is who he thinks that is, he can spot Y/N from anywhere with her newly dyed white hair. He’s almost about to march up to her and give her a piece of his mind for wandering off when he freezes in his place.

Is she? Is that a—? Fuck, his girlfriend has her tongue shoved down someone else’s throat and all he can do is stare. Is it bad that he finds this extremely hot to watch? His dick tightens in his pants as he studies the scene before him, it’s a girl you’re kissing he knows that he definitely wouldn’t have been excited if it were a guy. And it’s only when they both pull away from each other that he approaches them.

“Y/N.”

Y/N whips her head around at the familiar voice of her boyfriend. “Jiminie.” She leaps up the couch to wrap her arms around him tightly. “Where did you go?”

She looks up at him, her eyes wide and her lips bent in a frown and he’s about to assure her but her features change into a large smile almost as quickly as the frown.

“Oh— you need to meet my new friend Kara. I told her all about you.”

Jimin gives Kara a short wave. He’s definitely seen how friendly they are. “I’m sorry about her she’s a bit—”

“Nah— don’t sweat it, she wasn’t a bother,” Kara dismisses. “She actually wanted to help me out.”

Y/N’s back to frowning again. “Yeah, her ex-girlfriends’ a mean bitch to her. So I kissed Kate to get her jealous.”

Yeah, he definitely saw that.

“Well, glad she could help, but we’ve got to go now—” He says trying to sound as serious as he can with a raging hard-on and the growing need to fuck her. “Come on Y/N.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I need to talk to you.” He lowers his mouth to her ear hoping she gets the hint and urgency of the situation. “Privately.”

Y/N giggles. She knows exactly what he means. “Okay bye Kara, I’ll see you later.” Though she doubts it, but she was nice to know while it lasted.

Jimin drags her hurriedly to the girl’s bathroom, she’s tripping over her feet behind him as she tries to maintain his speed but he’s got a one-track mind. All he needs to do is fuck her.

He pushes her against the cubicle door roughly, not wanting to waste any time as he latches his mouth on the skin of her collarbone, sucking and biting violet blemishes on the area.

Y/N throws her head back into the door, she hadn’t even realised how much she craved his touch until now, she rakes her hand into his soft hair bringing his head up to meet her lips in a bruising kiss, it’s rushed and messy, teeth colliding every so and so. And when he sucks her bottom lips into her mouth she can’t help grinding her hips against him.

“Fuck Y/N, you’re so hot you know that—” He pulls up the bottom of her dress, bundling it up at her waist. “—never realised how fucking sexy it is to see my girlfriend kissing another girl.”

Y/N groans as her covered cunt meet the stiff fabric of his jeans as she ruts against him. Fuck, she really wants him now. “You— you saw that?”

He hums, hastily tugging his pants down and bringing his cock out. He shifts her underwear to the side, lining up with her entrance and ramming himself inside her. She mewls at the feeling, nuzzling her head against his neck and digging her fingers into his shoulders as he pounds into her, snapping his hips against hers almost painfully.

Jimin curses. Her cunts always so sweet and responsive to him, always ready for him to fuck her whenever and wherever.

“I saw all of it,” He remarks, wrapping her legs around him tighter as he fucks her deeper, making aim to hit her cervix each time.

“Fuck, you didn't—” She pants for breath, the door rattles behind them as she repeatedly becomes winded when her back slams against it. “—You didn’t interrupt though.”

“Didn’t want to…”

“Why?”

“Was enjoying it too much,” He grunts, grabbing her ass cheeks and pulling her down onto him harder.

The low heavy sounds of the bass travel across the stuffy room and Y/N’s dizzy with the lack of oxygen and the delicious feeling of his cock moving inside of her unrelenting, that she’s clenching onto him habitually.

“Fuck, I love you—” She whimpers arching her back towards him. “And I— I don’t know what I’d do without you.” She’s getting embarrassingly teary-eyed as Kate comes to thought. “You can’t ever cheat on me.”

Jimin smiles. If anything he’s the lucky one, for having a girl that allows him to fuck her wherever he pleases. “Don’t worry baby, I won’t ever even think about it.”

“Promise?”

“I promise baby girl. I love you and your pretty little cunt too much—” Y/N’s lips are trembling and a mix of tears and sweat coat her cheeks and still Jimin thinks she’s the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid his eyes on. “Now can you come with me, baby?”

She nods, desperate to release the tightly coiled spring in her lower abdomen. She tightens around him as she feels herself dissolving into pleasure and his warm seed spills inside her so nicely, filling her up good and proper just how she likes it.

“Fuck, I think—”

“Shh.” Jimin’s cock is still inside her as he clasps his hand around her mouth. He can hear the creak of the door opening, the clamorous music spreading in the air around them before muting again.

“Did you see Kate kissing that girl?” A pitchy voice rings out and Y/N has to press her lips together to stop laughing.Looks like her plan worked.

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