#Aria x Alex

[giflxndia]

[cabeswaterdrowned]

For the ship game: Aria/Alison and Aria/Alex Drake

Aria x Alison

Whether I ship it or not: I obviously do a lot! They’re one of my favorite pll pairings/dynamics. I’d say they’re my favorite Aria ship rn (sometimes Sparia ties with it depending on my mood) and in my top 2 Alison ships (with Monison).

Why I ship it or not: They’re just a very intriguing relationship, I love anytime pll creates a sort of homoerotic mirroring effect between the girls so things like Aria wearing the red coat, parallels between their home lives (their being groomed by Ezra, their home lives where one of their parents was unfaithful but even though that was Byron for the Montgomery’s and Jessica for the Dilaurentis’ the gendered dynamics in the marriage are similar imo, and both girls are kind of regarded as More Adult (the correlation between that and them being groomed Spencer is also a comparison there rather than Hanna and Emily who have comparatively more stable/supportive guardians but this isn’t about Sparia or Spalison I just had to mention it), and being kind of the vortex of controversy and attention (although those aren’t really positive) while their brothers are kind of sidelined. So in terms of that theirs a lot going on to dig into, and then Alison’s treatment of Aria in the flashbacks is very interesting because she treats her so much more like an equal than the other girls, I mean she does see Spencer as an equal in a way but that’s based on their rivalry and with an understanding that Alison wants the upper hand. With Aria she just seems like she wants her to be there in a way that’s .. simpler isn’t the right word. But I think Alison likes being reflected in Aria vs her conflicted feelings about being reflected in Spencer or Hanna and that’s interesting to me. I also think I enjoy when Aria’s forgiving nature and open mindedness is brought out in her dynamics with morally ambiguous women which I think is why aside from Spencer most of my ships I feel strongly about for her are with more morally duplicitous female chars, Alison Mona Jenna Alex in descending order tbh. (I also find Aria’s sharp edge / parts of her char that conflict with her “sweet/nice” image very interesting and those are also emphasized in these and by her finding Alison so compelling by). And all the liars visions of Alison are very interesting and more than a little gay, but Aria’s “you know why I picked you right” scene is especially ripe for analysis imo.

My opinion on their canon potential (chemistry, canon interactions, etc): Oh I think there’s quite a lot of canon basis for especially Alison’s side of it between the photographs she secretly took while Aria was sleeping, which when we think Jason took them were meant to assume is out of a warped sense of romance and then his words about Alison’s tendencies to hide things really sound like they’re about internalized biphobia and being in the closet, the cosplaying as an Aria look alike and then taking on aspects of an Aria persona with Ezra, a lot of her treatment of Aria being a lot more.. seeing her as an equal rather than a subject or rival. On Ali’s side it’s very easy to make the argument imo. On Aria’s side the relationship is super intriguing and I can read stuff romantically but in the way you can kind of read all the liars as at least a bit in love with Alison / they all kind of talk about her and imagine her in hallucinations in that way. In terms of chemistry I think theirs is good, it’s maybe not the most chemistry in any pairing between the girls like I think if you compared Sasha’s scenes with Janel or Troian with her scenes with Lucy she probably has a higher level of chemistry with the former two (but also that’s a bit unfair because Janel and Troian just have copious amounts of chemistry with like. Everyone (except Keenan in Troian’s case)). But there are plenty of scenes especially in the flashbacks (the first secret is crazy in this regard) where I’m like. Girlfriend behavior, maybe accompanied by close face watch (the scene where they wreck Byron’s office especially + all of the first secret especially).

My opinion on fanon interpretations/fandom around it (Favorite widespread hcs, pet-peeves, etc): Mostly that it’s massively underrated? Attribute that partially to I think a lot of fans are disdainful of Aria and don’t really think of her as a char Alison would be fascinated by or give a lot of thought to that, and Alison’s really polarizing as well, plus the fact the writers didn’t do much with the dynamic after Alison came back with the exception of 7.04. But I don’t remember a take about them I thought was *wrong* I just think they’re underrated/underexplored.

Aria x Alex

Whether I ship it or not: I ship it, not majorly because Alex as a concept isn’t super developed, but the things I like most about her are related to her fixation with Aria and the choices she made regarding her in 7b.

Why I ship it or not: I enjoy Aria’s whole 7b plot a lot and Alex is a contributing factor to it, and also like I said the Aria obsession piece made Alex more interesting to me and the Sparia compare/contrast is fun.

My opinion on their canon potential (chemistry, canon interactions, etc): well they don’t interact on screen a ton but Troian essentially plays Alex like Spencer but very British and more explicitly sapphic, “I’m so evil and skanky and I think I’m kind of gay”, so yeah I think they’re good on the chemistry front. And Alex Drake’s actions really only make sense if she was into Aria because why else would she kidnap Ezra of all people? Rather than idk, Peter Hastings? Too funny

My opinion on fanon interpretations/fandom around it (Favorite widespread hcs, pet-peeves, etc): n / a I haven’t seen that much and what I did see I mostly agreed with.

thank you!

(Send me a ship and I’ll answer these questions about them)

[unknownbard]

Honestly, Supercorp not happening annoys me a tiny bit less than Agent Reign (Alex x Sam) never being a thing. At least, Alex was established as someone who dated women in canon, yeah?

The writers really went all in, having Alex go through a heart-wrenching breakup because Maggie didn’t want kids. Then, during that time, they introduced a SINGLE MOTHER AND HER CHILD!!!!!

Alex and Sam, and by prox the actresses, have immediate chemistry.

Aaaaaaand it never happens.

[elysian-chaos]

do i wanna know? - suguru getō

summary: suguru might want you just a little too much word count: 2k(ish) contents: suguru x gn!reader, pre-relationship, no curses au, both are in their early-ish 20's, pining, yearning, flirting, there's one (1) kiss scene, pet names (included but not limited to: gorgeous, baby, angel, i think i threw in sweetheart a couple times), drinking (there's a scener where they do shots), smoking (shoko only), satoru and shoko, mentions of shoko flirting with women, being drunk, some food, this is essentially a song fic, suguru is pathetic for reader, if you want things to make sense this is literally not the place, sugu with his hair tied, soft soft soft, too many commas, maybe kinda cringe ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (english is not my first language but my perfectionist ass tried my hardest okay😭) author's notes: thank you @storiesoflilies for the delicious brain worm that led to this and for listening to my ideas about it. and to @ohimsummer for beta-reading this (everyone "say thank you summer!!" because without summer this would be kinda stiff and awkward). i love the both of you 🥹💛 this is a part of a series (hopefully the motivation to write doesn't leave me) so keep your eyes peeled for the rest. also reblogs are highly appreciated👉👈

“you can put it on my tab.”

you hear a voice behind you as you finish ordering your drink at the bar of the club, a refuge from the bright colourful lights of the dance floor, turning your head slightly to look at the newly familiar face as he stands behind you.

(have you got colour in your cheeks? he wonders.)

“suguru,” you chastise softly, the corners of your lips twitching up at the feel his hands coming to rest at your waist. “i can pay for my own drinks, you know?”

“i know,” you can feel his lips curve against your ear as he leans forward, warm fingers grasping at your chin to look at you properly, “can’t i buy a drink for you, gorgeous? see that beautiful beautiful face flush, hm?”

suguru’s heart preens at the sight of your cheeks gaining colour, you pressing the side of your face into your shoulder with a smile.

“fine. i’ll let you buy the drink for me. i’m still not happy about it though.”

he chuckles, picking up the drink from the bar as the bartender places it, grabbing your hand gently to guide you in front of him, “come on, everyone’s waiting for us.”

“i never even told you i was going out tonight,” you comment, looking at him with curiosity, trusting him to save you from stumbling or running into anything or anyone.

“didn’t have to, gorgeous. just guessed.”

“because you know me so well?”

“didn’t say that either,” he chuckled, carefully piloting you through the crowds of drunks and servers to one of the corner booths from where you could already hear satoru’s loud laughter and see the smoke flowing from shoko’s lips.

“sho!” you exclaim, escaping suguru’s orbit, a rogue plane, for practically skipping to your new centre of gravity, slipping into the booth on the same side as the brunette to hug her.

shoko chuckles as she drapes her arm around your shoulder, keeping the cigarette in her other hand away from you and nuzzling her nose against your temple, “hey.”

you smile harder. “i missed you! you were supposed to call me,” you complain as you pull away before turning to satoru and high-fiving the man with teasing on the tip of his tongue, ready to unravel.

suguru watches with a fond smile as you interact with his best friends, sitting down beside satoru and placing your drink in front of you.

the conversation flows easy, the four of you talk and laugh and drink before satoru whisks shoko away to the dance floor, leaving you and geto alone.

you scoot further in the booth, creating space for him to sit beside you as you watch his friends dance, taking sips of your drink. you lean your head against suguru’s shoulder, an arm looping with his.

“he’s so easy to be around.”

suguru notes the hint of envy wrapped in admiration in your voice, honeyed eyes captivated by your face rather than the sight of his friends goofing off, voice soft, “don’t tell me you’re jealous of him of all people?”

“it’s not—“ you pause, trying to word the sentence in your brain before you speak, not wanting to stumble as you try to explain yourself, black hair tickling parts of your face and neck, “— jealousy jealousy. i just wish i could be like that too. easy to be around, easy going and i don’t know, just not so awkward.”

“you aren’t that awkward, angel,” he wonders what is obvious in his gaze, the glittering hearts or the tinge of green at your enamourment of his best friend’s personality.

you turn your head to look up at him, only a few inches between you, always so eager to escape your feelings, not here, not now, “if you say so. do you wanna do shots?”

by your fourth shot, you’ve both found yourself at the bar stools, technically him on the stool and you in his lap. you’re close. so close that you can’t tell anymore if the tequila you smell is on his breath or yours, close enough that you can see the specks of black in his amber eyes, bees frozen in resin; letting him hold his glass at your lips and yours to his as you lick the salt off the rims before your arms tangle and you down your own shots, pushing your lemon wedges into each other to stabalise them in the air, biting to release the sour juice and feel your noses nuzzle.

“do you think you have the guts to ask now?” you giggle, throwing away your juice-less lemon wedge into the metal bowl with the rest.

he nods and you rest your hand on his chest, right over his sternum a he leans even closer. “well, sweetheart,” his voice is heavier, words slurring, breath hitching; your hand trailing up to stroke the contours of his collarbone, “i’ve been wonderin’ if that heart of your is still open. an’ if so, i wanna know what time it shuts.”

“for you or d’ya wanna set me up with one of your pretty friends?” you tease drunkenly, pretend biting his cheek, letting your nose nuzzle against his ear.

(i’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new.)

you can feel him about to sigh and before you know it you’ve picked up another shot to down, searching for respite from his disappointment in the inhibition.

half an hour later you’re both delightfully drunk, snuggled together in a different booth, food in front of you as you giggle. shoko is by the bar, flirting with a woman while satoru is curled up in your old booth, covered up in her jacket. the ambiance has changed as the number of people decreased, softer music with softer lighting, a far cry from the shitty pop songs and the colourful disco lights only thirty minutes ago.

“tell me a secret,” you demand, carefully picking out the cheesiest nachos from the plate in front of you to eat.

(how many secrets can you keep?)

“a secret?” he confirms, swallowing the bite of corn dog in his mouth, adam’s apple moving. as his jaw clenches momentarily. “why?”

“just ‘cause. can’t i want to get to know you better?”

“fine,” he murmurs, a huff escaping his lips as he sits up and leans closer, pressing his lips against your helix. “i...” he exhales softly, “had a dream about you like once.”

(i’ve dreamt about you nearly every night this week.)

suguru feels a touch of worry when your eyes widen, “really?”

“really, angel. cause recently i’ve found this song that reminds me of you somehow and i play it on repeat, until i fall asleep. so how can i not dream of you when you’re all i can think of before i sleep?”

(and spill the drinks on my settee.)

“i mean, it makes sense—” that’s when he cuts himself off, realising that the emotion in your eyes isn’t shock, but wonder. wonder as you call his name, wonder as you tell him to shut up, and that wonder is mirrored in his own eyes as he hears your next words.

“i’m sorry to interrupt, i am, i just want to kiss you so bad. can i?”

and suguru wonders if this is a dream, resists the urge to slap himself in front of of you as he gulps and nods, a pathetic little ‘please’ tumbling out his lips.

he lets you maneuver his face to your liking, eyes fluttering shut at the tender hold your cold fingertips establish on his face, pulling him down as you reach up to press your lips to his. there isn’t much to the kiss, just your lips moving against his. but if he tilts his head closer, he can feel your eyelashes brush against his the skin under his eyes, the side of your nose bumping against his and he feels like his head could explode. a part of him, the same part that gently grasps your chin, desperately hopes that you feel the same. that your heart feels like it’s been flash frozen and then blasted with fire, like your brain has short circuited like his, each thought singing of you, you, you.

he lets the kiss go on your terms, willing to lose his oxygen, his life, to the feel of your lips. the electrons of your body vibrating in phase with his and it’s as if thought you can feel him and you hit the same note, reach the perfect harmony, against the chaotic hum of the universe. like twin stars orbiting each other, bound to deplete the other of their layers before exploding into supernovae.

you pull away with a soft gasp, eyes fluttering open as your fingers move of their own volition to tuck a lock of hair behind his ear.

“why do you always act like this at nights and never during the day?”

(he can’t find it in his heart to say, now i’ve thought it through, i’ll always be crawling back to you.)

you tilt your head at his sudden question; lips parted as you lick at them for the taste of him and salt and lemon juice, as you whisper in response, “because we’re different people at night, baby.”

(darling, we both know, that the nights are mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day.)

you make sure shoko and satoru are securely situated in the cab, seat belts fastened and loudly discussing how shoko has shared her location with the both of you as satoru sleeps with his head against her shoulder. you bid her goodbye and shut the door, watching the taxi drive off and you’re once again left alone with suguru.

you let him wrap his arm around your shoulders, his soft, black hair tied in a ponytail flowing over his other shoulder as he walks you home.

(do i wanna know?)

he watches the streetlight shine on your face, shadows of wild hair dancing to your drunk shenanigans, letting you use him as your centre of gravity to stop you from falling. he’d let you use him however you wanted, he thinks, he only needed the word. but he smiles, watching you dance and skip around as he walked you home.

(if this feeling flows both ways.)

“do you, suguru geto, ever get a fear that you can’t let go of?”

(that you can’t shift, the type that sticks around like something in your teeth.)

“not that i can think of... why?”

(are there some aces up your sleeve?)

“no reason,” you shrug with feigned nonchalance.

(i’ve no idea that i’m in deep.)

he walks you the entire way to your apartment building, drunk rambling, flirting, yearning.

“do you ever think of callin’ me?” he asks, draping his jacket over your shoulders from his arm as he watches you shiver.

you give him a confused look which turns into a soft, breathy chuckle, breaths turning white as they condense from the cold air, “i call you almost everyday, silly.”

“no. when you’ve had a few.”

(cause i always do.)

“i don’t drink by myself, handsome. you always find your way to me when i’m drinking. i think you listen to my brain calls. so maybe?”

his lips form a little ‘o’ in realisation, cheeks turning pink. he rubs his cheek against your head like a cat scenting you but you pay no mind in your drunken state as you come to a stop at the entrance of your building.

he hates the sadness in your eyes as you look at him, the both of you separating as you move to stand facing him.

“it’s always sad to see you go,” you murmur softly, squeezing his fingers that are intertwined with yours, eyes weighed down by well earned sleep.

(i’m always hoping you can stay.)

“you can come see me or call me to see you whenever you want, baby,” he reminds lightly, a step closer, hands resting on your shoulders to fix the jacket on your frame.

“promise?”

you extend your little finger towards him and suguru smiles, a feeling of familiarity as he links his pinky with yours and presses a kiss to your head, “i promise, angel.”

(i don’t know if you feel the same as i do. but we could be together, if you wanted to.)

[meazalykov]

benched and broken

lynn wilms x reader series

last chapter - next chapter

chapter six

this morning you woke up with a heavy weight on your chest, a tightness that had settled there overnight, suffocating and unrelenting. 

sunlight crept through the cracks in the curtains, but it only served to make everything feel worse. it was too bright, too loud, too much.  

your phone sat on the nightstand, screen dimmed, waiting for you to reach for it. when you finally did, you regretted it almost instantly. the first thing that flashed across your screen once you clicked on instagram was a picture posted by katie. your old arsenal teammate katie. 

it is a photo of your old arsenal teammates gathered together, smiling, arms draped around each other at the training ground. at first, it was just the usual pang of nostalgia, but then your eyes caught the caption.  

“new era, new beginnings. we are glad to have you here officially, renee!”  

your chest tightened. renee, your old assistant coach, the one person who had always stepped in to shield you from jonas' constant berating. she was the assistant coach who would pull you aside after those brutal sessions and tell you that you were good enough, that jonas didn’t see the full picture.  

now she is the head coach at arsenal.  

you blinked hard, trying to stop the spiraling thoughts, but they were already there, clawing their way to the surface.  

what if jonas had left months ago? 

would you still be at arsenal? would you still have viv nearby, your closest friend, within walking distance whenever you needed someone to talk to? the familiar ache of missing her twisted in your stomach.  

you let the phone drop onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. the memories came flooding back … sitting on the arsenal bench game after game, never given the chance you deserved, feeling like dead weight. jonas’ voice still echoed in your head, sharp and cold.  

"this is why you don’t start. mistakes like that.”  

"you’re lucky i am not throwing you to the B team right now." 

the worst part? you believed him.  

it wasn’t just the past dragging you down. last night’s champions league match against roma was still fresh in your mind. wolfsburg had won, yes, but all you could focus on was that one mistake… the one that kept the clean sheet from happening.  

it was the 83rd minute. jule had passed you the ball under pressure and you miscontrolled it, letting it slip past you. roma capitalized instantly, scoring a meaningless goal, but it didn’t feel meaningless to you. 

you’d been mortified, your face flushed as you jogged back to your position, trying to act like it didn’t matter.  

it did.  

now, as you sat on your bed, the weight of that error combined with the arsenal memories felt unbearable.  

the notification for the starting lineup against lyon for the next group stage game came through just after breakfast. you hesitated before opening it, but deep down, you already knew.  

your name wasn’t there. you were benched.  

your chest caved in.  

is that mistake against roma going to cost me here like it would’ve at arsenal?  

the thoughts spiraled. am i even a good player?  

you arrived at the stadium quiet, head down, hoodie pulled up to avoid eye contact. the locker room was filled with positive energy unlike your negative ones. all of your teammates are talking , laughing, hyping each other up. you barely registered any of it. you sat at your spot, tying your cleats with trembling fingers, hyper-aware that you weren’t starting.  

ari sat down next to you, her hand brushing your arm gently.  

“hey,” she said, her spanish accented voice soft, “you okay?”  

you forced a smile, trying to sound casual. 

“yeah, i’m fine.”  

ari didn’t look convinced. her brows furrowed, but she didn’t push. 

“okay. just… if you need anything, you know any of us are here.”  

“thank you,” you murmured, but your voice was hollow.  

the match kicked off, and you watched from the bench as wolfsburg battled lyon… your heart heavy as you saw sofia and lindsey out there, your national teammates now playing against you.  

lynn was on the pitch, of course, playing the full 90. the both of you played the same position. she was everywhere, her speed noticeable. you couldn’t help but watch her, your chest tightening further. 

you wanted to be out there too, contributing and actually changing your own mind about your stance as a player, not sitting useless on the sidelines.  

the final whistle blew, a hard-fought draw, and you hadn’t played a single minute.  

after the game, as you walked onto the field to see your teammates, sofia caught your eye.  

“hey,” she called, jogging over with lindsey in tow.  

“hey,” you said, forcing a smile that didn’t reach your eyes.  

“you okay?” lindsey asked, glancing at you with concern. 

both of the lyon players looked with concern. 

“yeah, just… tough game,” you lied.  

both of them looked at you for a moment longer, as if they wanted to say more, but they didn’t push. they just gave you tight hugs before heading back to their team.  

you trudged into the locker room, feeling like a ghost.  

before you could sit down, sveindís was there, wrapping her arms around you tightly.  

“i know why you’re upset,” she whispered against your shoulder, “but you know you’re still one of us. you do belong here.”  

you felt your throat tighten, but you just hugged her back, eyes burning.  

the rest of the team was talking, some laughing, some talking about post-game plans, but you sat there, staring at your cleats, feeling like the world was caving in.  

when the locker room had emptied out a bit, you felt someone sit beside you. lynn.  

“y/n,” she said gently, placing a hand on your back. “what’s going on?”  

you shook your head, swallowing hard. 

“nothing. i’m fine.”  

she didn’t buy it.  

the dutch woman’s hand slid up, resting softly on your upper back, and she leaned in, her voice low. 

“please don’t lie to me.”  

your defenses crumbled at her touch, her closeness. the warmth of her hand grounded you, and the tears you’d been holding back finally started to sting.  

“it’s just…” you started, your voice cracking, “i made one mistake. just one. and now i’m benched again. it feels like arsenal all over again. this is so ridiculous because i know i cannot start every time but i start to feel like… like i’m not good enough.”  

lynn’s brows furrowed, and she shifted closer, her arm now wrapping around your shoulders.  

“arsenal?” she asked softly.  

you exhaled shakily, wiping your face with the sleeve of your hoodie. 

“yeah. i… i never really told anyone, but jonas… he was horrible to me. i was benched all the time. even for tiny mistakes. and he made me feel like i was useless. like i’d never be good enough. he would always make sure i knew that too…”  

lynn’s arm tightened around you.  

“you’re nothing like that here,” she said firmly, her dutch accent stronger. 

“you belong here. and no one, i mean no one, is judging you for that mistake against. not even close. all of us have done worse.”  

you felt someone else sit down on your other side, poppi. sveindís stood nearby, watching you with soft eyes.  

“we’ve got your back and we do love you here already,” alex said, her voice strong but kind. 

“this isn’t arsenal. we and even the coaches don’t tear each other down here.”  

sveindís knelt in front of you, grabbing your hands. 

“you’re at wolfsburg now, y/n. mistakes happen. we all make them but we grow from them together and move on.”  

tears slipped down your cheeks, but you didn’t feel as alone anymore.  

lynn, still holding you close, pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, the same spot she had just days ago.  

“you’ll never go through that alone again,” she whispered.  

you closed your eyes, the warmth of lynn’s touch seeping into you, grounding you.  

you felt lynn’s arms still wrapped around you, her hands resting above your hips as if anchoring you there. the woman’s coconut scent filled your senses, calming you in a way you hadn’t expected.  

“thank you,” you whispered, your voice still shaky but full of gratitude.  

lynn held you tighter. 

“always.”  

next part here

[captm29]

Kara: | have feelings for you.

Lena: Why? What's wrong with you? Are you sure you're okay? Do I need to call Alex? You know what I’m calling Alex

Jess in the background already messaging Sam and Alex: oh my fucking god she is so dumb Alex come get kara Sam come talk some sense into this woman

[thelittleastronautinspace]

LET KARA SPEAK KRYPTONIAN DAMN IT

I need a fic where Kara in the presence of friends who knows she's supergirl, Kara just doesn't care and just casual slips kryptonian into her sentences, like come on guys, it's her first language and we have the kryptonian info page, like let's use it guys.

Like I need her to go

"oh, yeah, I need to go get my article ready before snapper fahtul gehd, I'll see you guys later, ehrosh :bem!"

Or just forgets the English word to something and just uses kryptonian

"For Rao's what's the English word for frig, it's like confused but not, ugh, shisir ghao!

I need fics of her just slipping into kryptonian, I beg! I don't see it enough in fics

[behind--these--walls]

In another lifeee

[itsarandomblog]

Lena: Kara, I'm sad. Kara: *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay. Alex: Sam, I'm sad. Sam, nodding: mood.

[sapph-mik]

Guys i miss supercorp so bad i’ve resulted back in my fanfic days. was listening to the twisters album and this idea sparked to life. i grew up riding so ofc i had to write a ‘western’ 

basically kara is still hot and stupid and lena is still hot and smart

[cabeswaterdrowned]

(Spencer poll is still up for a couple hours if you want to get votes in https://www.tumblr.com/morocorra/755421496778866688?source=share )

tagging: @sergeantpixie @nocakesformissedith @snixx @whodoesnataliehave @thechosenthree

[trashlord2020]

If you enjoy your Kara x Lena with a thought out story and a medieval fantasy twist, this fic has you covered!

Originally in Spanish I've been helping to translate it into English, I myself can't wait for future chapters! Several of the tags are more of a safety net, it's not so heavy in anything other than slowburn and all topics are handled tastefully.

While Kara and Lena are indeed the main couple, this fic follows the story of other characters and pairings too. Alex x Kelly and Alex x Sam for example.

[cardcaptorsakura96]

A Christmas Miracle-Chapter 4

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers, Ruby Arias, Santa Claus, Streaky the cat, Lillian Luthor, Alex Danvers, Cupid

Summary: After her last two breakups, Lena doesn't think there is love out there for her. However, will Ruby's wish to Santa make Lena a believer in miracles?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Kara and Lena stared at each other like deer caught in headlights in complete silence for several minutes. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Kara felt a great deal of emotions. She was excited to see Lena. She had been thinking of the raven-haired beauty all day. However, she was scared out of her mind. 

What do I say to her? It was so messed up the way we left things last time with the shoot-out.

However, a more mortifying thought came to Kara as she slowly looked down at the keys in her hand. 

I have her keys in my hands. How do I explain that? I could tell her that Santa wanted me to find her after the mugging to make sure she got this. Yeah, that sounds good….or does it? What if she doesn’t believe Santa sent me? What if she thinks I have ill intention….

As Kara spiraled, Streaky looked up at his owner with mild amusement. He looked over to Lena who was in a similar state. Streaky shook his head and wiggled out of Kara’s arm, jotted over to Lena, started to purr loudly, and rubbed against her leg. 

Suddenly, both women were shaken out of their inner turmoil and noticed their surroundings. 

“Streaky, don’t do that!” shrilled Kara as she started to jog over to Lena and the cat. 

Lena chuckled as she picked up Streaky and started to cuddle with him. Lena looked up at Kara with a smile which caused Kara to stop dead in her tracks and blush. 

She looks so pretty when she smiles. 

Lena blushed as she looked down at Streaky and said, “Don’t be mad at Streaky. He is just what I need after the day I had.”

Kara frowned and asked. “Are you okay?”

Lena tried to chuckle, quickly wiped a tear from her face, and said, “Nothing that a bottle of scotch couldn’t cure.”

Kara came closer and pressed her hand on Lena’s shoulder which caused her to blush. 

“I know I am not scotch, but I would be happy to lend an ear to listen.”

Lena looked at Kara conflicted and asked, “Are you sure? I don’t want to derail any plans you have.”

Kara chuckled and said, “Streaky and I don’t have any set plans.”

Streaky looked up at Kara with narrow eyes, ears flattened downward, and purred loudly.

Kara rolled her eyes and said sarcastically, “Food will be included in whatever we do Streaky.”

Streaky purred happily as he pounced back into Kara’s arm.

Lena chuckled and said, “If you guys are sure, I would enjoy the company.” 

Kara beamed and said, “If you like, we can go to my apartment, and I can brew us some coffee.”

Lena smiled and said, “That sounds perfect. I can drive us.” Lena smirked at Kara and said, “As long as you can hand back the keys, which I am curious about how you ended up with by the way.”

Kara chuckled hesitantly and said, “It’s a long story. The short version is that Santa sent me in your direction.”

Lena looked at Kara baffled.

Kara looked at Lena mortified and exclaimed, “I know how it sounds, but it’s true! I was over at the park and….”

Lena stared at her hesitantly for a moment.

It can’t be the same Santa, can it?

Lena quickly shook her head, slightly smiled, and said, “No, it just sounds really eventful, and I would love to hear more about it on the way back to your place. Let’s head out.”

Kara smiled brightly and said, “I would love that.”

Streaky purred loudly and rubbed up against Kara’s face. 

Lena chuckled and said, “It looks like Streaky agrees too.”

Kara chuckled and said, “Streaky is just happy that he is about to be fed.”

Streaky nodded in agreement. 

Lena cackled as she, Kara, and Streaky got in the car and drove off.

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This summer I have more free time than I thought I would.

I’m working on philosophy research, but the professor that I’m working with is strict about me having a life.

If you have any prompts, music I should listen to, books I should read, shows/movies I should watch or just want to tell me about your days, I’m all ears. My ask box is open but dms work too

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okay im currently getting back into Supergirl and it is my unpopular opinion that Maggie Sawyer was not good for Alex at all. she literally lied so much about her past and especially lied about CHEATING to make her ex seem like the bad guy. and i also love Kelly but i will forever be a Sam x Alex stan🙏

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Old Friends

Paring: Alex Danvers/Kelly Olsen, Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Samantha Arias/Andrea Rojas, mentioned Alex Danvers/Samantha Arias

Words count: 3,748

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It has been a long time since Alex last saw Samantha Arias.

That any of the Super Friends - she already told Kara this was a stupid name - saw her, really.

Right after Sam moved to Metropolis, Alex and her would still talk, send texts to check on each other, until they naturally subsided to the point where they were now. They hadn’t talked for years, although Alex liked Sam’s Instagram posts when she saw them. In all honesty, Alex talked more with Ruby than with her mother because the girl posted funny things in her stories and Alex replied to them often. She also congratulated Ruby every time the teenager posted about her soccer games, but that was it.

That’s why Alex was sitting at the kitchen table looking over at the envelope in her hands with a frown clear on her face. And that’s how Kelly found her when she walked out of their room wearing her gym clothes and aiming for the fridge so she could grab her water bottle. She took a second glance at her fiancée, though, and changed her path.

Kelly stopped behind Alex and gently put her hands on her shoulders, soothing her hands down to her elbows and back up again. Alex sighed at the touch and raised her fingers to touch the back of one of Kelly’s hands, smiling gladly to herself when her skin alight with the simple touch. Kelly smiled too when she felt the older woman relaxing against the chair, then she kissed the top of Alex’s head and asked quietly: “Will you tell me about her?”

Alex threw her head back to look up at Kelly, her eyes wide and mouth slightly agape in surprise, but she was only met with soft eyes and a soft smile. “What?”

“Her,” Kelly pointed at the envelope in Alex’s hand and the other woman followed her finger, reading the name written there for the hundredth time since she sat there to start sending their wedding invitations. Samantha Arias and family, written in the fancy cursive they had chosen. “You’ve been changing your mind about inviting her. I got curious, I’m not going to lie.” Alex bit her bottom lip, unsure how she was supposed to answer that, but Kelly kept touching her and then rested her chin on Alex’s head. “Our guest list was in a shared document, you know? I saw her name appear and disappear a couple of times,” she explained.

“I don’t think there’s much to say,” Alex ended up mumbling after thinking about it for a second. “I don’t know if I should invite her. I don’t even know if she would attend it.”

“Well, that’s why it’s called an invitation,” Kelly teased her lightly. “We sent them the invitation and they tell us if they can attend our wedding or not.”

“Wait, what? No way,” Alex joked along, pretending to be shocked at the revelation. “I kinda told everyone Viola Davis would attend our wedding.”

Kelly laughed and jokingly slapped the redhead's arm before taking a step back to pull the chair beside Alex to sit down. “Come on, tell me.”

“Weren’t you supposed to be somewhere else?” Alex arched one eyebrow at her fiancée, looking her outfit up and down to make her meaning clear.

The woman waved a hand to dismiss the comment, but replied anyway: “I said Nia I would meet her at the gym for a workout before the pilates class, but she won’t mind.”

“Is Lena attending the pilates class as well? She keeps saying she doesn’t do exercises, but I don’t believe that.”

“Hey,” Kelly pointed her index finger at Alex, “I won’t share any juice if you don’t do it first,” she teased.

Alex laughed lowly and shook her head in that lovingly way she did to her family. She put the envelope down and crossed her arms when she turned her chair a bit to face Kelly completely, taking some precious seconds to decide if she should tell the whole story or not. It was Kelly, though, her fiancée, future wife, the mother of her children, and she trusted Kelly without an ounce of doubt - and maybe she should apologize to Kara one day for being so exasperated every time her sister said they could trust Lena.

“Sam is an old friend,” she started, choosing the easiest path to start with. “She’s a friend of Lena, actually. She moved to National City a few years ago and she was working with Lena, so we all met her. I had just broken up with Maggie when we met and Sam had a lot on her plate at the time. She has a daughter that was a pre-teen then, and there were some other weird things also that I wish I could tell you more about, but it’s not actually my story to tell.”

Kelly nodded along her explanation, understanding more and more why Samantha Arias’ name kept coming up on her wedding guest list and disappearing again. She also understood why Alex didn’t want to tell her what the “weird things” were and respected her fiancée for her loyalty to her friends. It did make her a bit more sure that she was doing the right thing when she asked Alex to marry her.

“Okay, so you two were that couple that could’ve been if you two weren’t in a strange place?” She asked just to be sure, although she was pretty certain that she read it right. Especially when Alex’s face turned a deep shade of red that made her bit her lip to hold back a laugh.

“Maybe?” Alex replied, but it sounded more like a question than an answer. She noticed it and sighed. “I suppose. I mean, we never talked about it, but we were really close before she moved back to Metropolis, and I really liked her daughter.”

“Is that the girl that commented on one of our photos?” Kelly wondered, thinking back to a time when Alex posted a photo of both of them early when they started dating - and before her fiancée decided to disappear from social media. “Something about ‘you go, Alex’?”

The redhead groaned and hid her face behind her palms for a second, but she was smiling widely when she looked back at Kelly. “Yeah, that’s Ruby.”

Kelly laughed then. “Well, I like her already,” she declared simply. “So, why are you debating with yourself if you should or should not invite them to the wedding?”

Alex gulped, definitely avoiding her eyes when she spoke again. “I thought it might be a bit weird?”

“Weird?” The psychologist repeated the word, raising her brows.

“I thought so,” Alex said almost in a defensive tone. “I thought you might be upset.”

“And instead of asking me if it was okay, you debated it with yourself for weeks, basically making yourself miserable and anxious for nothing?”

“Hey,” Alex joked, pointing a finger at the woman, “don’t analyze me.”

Kelly rolled her eyes fondly as she got up from her chair. “If they’re important to you, they should be invited to the wedding. Of course, I wouldn’t mind.” She leaned down to give Alex a quick peck on the lips.

“We haven’t spoken in a while,” Alex clarified. “But I think I would like to see them there.”

“Then sent the invitation, silly,” Kelly gently spoke, then she gave Alex another quick kiss. “I have to go now or Nia will ditch me saying I took too long to show up.”

“Okay. I will start dinner while you’re out.” Her fiancée was already halfway through the door when Alex called her again. “So, does Lena attend the pilates class or not?”

Kelly laughed when she saw the mischievous look on Alex’s face. “Yes, she does.”

“Knew it.” The other woman snapped her fingers once in front of her face before turning back her attention to the envelopes she still needed to send.

“She says she needs to work on her flexibility and stamina to keep up with Kara,” Kelly added as an afterthought while walking through the door with a loud laugh when she heard Alex groaning.

“I didn’t need to know that!” The agent shouted to her back, but Kelly was walking away already and Alex was left alone shaking her head.

[...]

“Hey, kiddo!” Alex greeted when she saw Ruby approaching her.

The girl was wearing a beautiful dress and sneakers instead of heels, but the outfit suited her so well that Alex could only smile at that. When she got closer, Alex noticed that she was also taller than she remembered the girl being and it was easy to see she got her mother’s genetics on that. She also looked older, definitely a teenager now, but her dimpled smile was still the same and Alex felt her chest warmer with the sight of her.

“Wow, there, kiddo,” Alex said when she pulled the girl into a hug. “Who told you you could outgrow me?” She joked.

Ruby laughed, but it wasn’t her who answered. “I already forbid her to get any taller than that or she will officially be taller than me and we can’t have that.”

Alex pulled away from Ruby to see that Sam had walked over behind her daughter with one of her signature soft smiles. Ruby took a step to the side to give them some space to hug as well and Alex couldn’t help but feel she did the right choice by inviting them for her wedding. She had missed them, and having them there was helping her remember how much that small little family meant to her. Even if Sam and her never got any further than a thought, she still cared about them and she was glad they could both be present at the most important day of her life.

“Is she listening to you, though?” Alex asked when she pulled away.

Mother and daughter stood side by side after that and it was shocking to see that Sam didn’t have to look down at Ruby anymore. The teen actually laughed again when she shrugged and Sam glanced at Alex again. “Oh, you try to make a teenage girl listen to you,” she replied with humor.

“Oh, don’t tell me,” Alex groaned, jumping into the joke as if they had just seen each other a week ago. “I’m trying not to get worried about it already.”

“Told you to wait a few more years to start freaking out over this.”

Alex’s entire body lighted when she felt Kelly’s hand on her small back, joining their conversation with her bright smile that never failed to make Alex a bit weak on the knees. The redhead's response was to roll her eyes good-naturedly and wrap her arm around her wife’s waist. “Kelly, those are Sam and Ruby,” she introduced them, not shocked at all when Kelly’s smile widened. “This is Kelly, who turns out became my wife like half and hour ago,” the agent joked.

They all shared a laugh while Sam reached out her hand to shake Kelly’s, all politely as a good CEO always was. “It’s nice to meet you, Kelly.”

“Same goes to you. Alex said great things about you and your daughter.”

Ruby chose to only wave at Kelly’s direction, not wanting to be as formal as her mother but also not wanting to step over by hugging the woman. “Did she tell you I’m the most amazing soccer player she ever saw?”

Alex groaned while Kelly and Sam laughed. “Okay, kiddo, I see you don’t have that teenage low self-esteem going on.”

Ruby shrugged all while smiling at them, but she suddenly turned her head and gasped when she saw something. “Mom, I see aunt Lena!”

“Go talk to her then,” Sam pointed in the direction she saw her old friend walking by talking with a girl she didn’t know. “Sorry, we got here this afternoon and didn’t have time to catch up with Lena before,” she explained as her daughter wandered off.

“That’s fine,” Alex assured her. “No one takes space in her heart like aunt Lena does.”

Sam nodded in agreement, looking back at them, but her eyes quickly glanced down when she saw a little girl running at them. She only stopped after hugging Alex’s leg and the woman’s hand immediately found its way to the girl’s golden locks as she smiled down at her.

“Esme, honey, say hi to Sam,” Kelly asked gently, earning a confused look from the girl before she understood who her mother was talking about.

“Hi,” she whispered when she noticed Sam for the first time, quickly hiding behind Alex’s legs after that, and Sam was suddenly reminded of a much younger Ruby doing the same thing with her.

Sam crouched down in front of her after picking up the body of her dress with one hand. “Hello there, sweetie. It’s nice to meet you.” Esme seemed less ashamed when the tall woman in front of her became more eyed level with her, although she still kept a safe distance that Sam respected without question. “She’s a sweet girl,” she commented while raising herself from the floor, a smile always in place.

“She is,” Alex agreed easily with that motherly smile that Sam had seen on herself many times before.

“Why don’t you two catch up a little bit while I take this little bean to dance, huh?” Kelly asked, already bending down to pick Esme up in her arms. “I will see you around,” Kelly said as a departure towards Sam before she walked away with Esme hugging her neck happily.

After she left, Alex still watched both of them for a while, until a small chuckle left her lips. “She makes it really impossible for me not to think I’m the luckiest woman alive.”

Sam noticed the loving smile, the glint in her eyes, the way the redhead seemed to shine brightly with happiness, and was instantly glad to see that Alex had achieved her dreams. She knew Alex, though, and she knew that the woman wouldn’t keep that romantic façade for long, even on her wedding day, because Alex wasn’t one to use her emotions on her sleeve. “Think I heard something similar from Lena a few weeks ago,” she joked then.

Alex scoffed and turned her head to look back at Samantha with a knowing look that made the taller woman laugh. “Seriously, I was about to lock them inside a room and throw the key away. Would have, if Kara wouldn’t easily open it.” She rolled her eyes. “Your friend took long enough to grow a pair and tell my sister how she feels.”

“I could advocate for Lena here and say that Kara could also have done that, but I’m not a lawyer, so who cares?” Sam joked with a shrug. “They’re together now, we should take that as a win.”

Alex laughed at the lame joke and shook her head. “Yeah, you say that because they didn’t kiss for the first time in front of you.”

“She doesn’t mean it,” Kara’s voice sounded right behind Alex before she stopped beside her sister with a large grin. “But I would like to argue that I had every right to do that after everything that happened.” Sam was still chuckling when the tall blonde pulled her for a hug. “Hi, Sam! Long time no see.”

“Yes, life has been keeping me busy down at Metropolis,” Sam agreed with a smile as she pulled away. “You survived the first weeks dating Lena, so I will assume you’re okay.”

Kara laughed happily at that. “More than okay, actually. But I did hear you confirmed a plus one on the invitation,” she prodded, earning an eye roll from her sister.

“Really, Kara? Be a little more subtle the next time.”

“What?” The blonde asked in an attempt to defend herself. “It was just a comment!”

Sam smiled at them both. “That’s okay. I did bring someone with me, but she saw the bar and I’m pretty sure I lost her for the night,” she laughed while looking around as if she was searching for someone.

“You have to introduce us later,” Kara said. “I’m going to find Lena, excuse me.”

“I should also try to find Lena, actually. It’s been a while since we last saw each other,” Sam declared gently. “And I don’t want to hold you here when you have so many guests to talk to.”

“I will find you and Ruby again later on,” Alex promised. “I missed the sweetest teenager I ever saw.”

Sam smiled proud of her own daughter and nodded. They parted ways shortly after, with Alex moving on to talk to another of her guests while Sam started looking into the crowd to find her daughter and friend. It didn’t take that long to do so as she saw Ruby first, then Lena standing in front of her with Kara by her side, an arm around her waist, and the same woman Sam had seen before. They were all close to the bar and she started approaching the small group with no hurry at all. She was just a few feet from them when she saw that there was someone basically hidden by Ruby’s height that she hadn’t seen before, but it made her smile widely.

“Whatever Lena tells you, do not believe what she says about the summer in junior year,” Sam made her presence known as she got close enough to be heard over the music playing in the background, making all heads turn towards her.

Her long-time friend rolled her eyes and huffed, pretending to fix her tie. “Samantha also lies about that, don’t rely on her narrative either.”

The teasing between the two made some laughs echo around the group and they shared a smile before pulling each other into a tight hug. It took them a few seconds to pull away from each other, but they did eventually and Sam found a spot beside Ruby to stand. She saw, with a knowing smirk, when Kara curled her arm around Lena again and the way her friend leaned against the blonde’s side without hesitating. She was happy Lena finally found her place.

“Sam, this is Nia,” her friend introduced the other brunette that Sam didn’t know. “Nia, this is Samantha Arias.”

“So formal,” Sam grumbled as she shook the girl’s hand. “Don’t mind her. Please, call me Sam.” After she let go of Nia’s hand, Sam placed her hand on the back of the shorter woman’s shoulders by her side. The gesture took the attention of everyone else, of course, but only Kara seemed surprised by that. “It didn’t take too long for me to introduce you two,” Sam said as she winked at Kara, who looked like a fish out of water for a moment.

“I, uh,” she stuttered as she blinked in surprise. “I know her. She’s… She’s my boss.”

Andrea scoffed from where she was sitting on the bar stool, quietly drinking her wine, and Sam looked down at her with a small smile that made her angry reply die on her lips. She rolled her eyes, mostly to herself, and looked down at her glass to keep herself from doing her usual jab, which made Sam chuckle softly at her. “Yes, I had a feeling that you two already knew each other. I mean, with CatCo and all.”

“Yeah,” Kara murmured. “And… all.”

Lena gently nudged the blonde’s side with her elbow, although she was the one that made a grimace since it felt like poking a brick wall. “I knew I was forgetting to tell you something.”

“You knew?” Kara asked.

Lena rolled her eyes lovingly at her, one of her hands raising to rest on Kara’s chest as she leaned on her side. “We can gossip later,” she teased, kissing the corner of Kara’s mouth and they all saw the hero’s entire body relax with the gesture.

“I wish that worked on you,” Sam commented in a light tone as she turned her head to look at Andrea, who just glared at her for long enough to make her laugh. She used both hands to run down the lapel of Andrea’s dark red suit and winked at her girlfriend. “But you bark and bite.”

“Oh, I don’t know, Sam,” Lena quickly joined the teasing against her longest-time friend. “She looked pretty tamed right now.”

“Shut up,” Andrea grumbled.

“She bought mom flowers once,” Ruby declared, earning a gasp from Andrea, that looked at her like she was just betrayed by the teen. “And she does travel to see mom, like, every week.”

“Okay, are you done putting your knife in my back?” Andrea scoffed.

Sam laughed at their antics and leaned down to kiss the side of Andrea’s head, before doing the same with Ruby. Andrea’s face turned a deep shade of red, which made Nia and Kara exchange a very, very, surprised look, but no one said a thing. After the initial shock, Nia cleared her throat.

“Well, Ruby, why don’t you come with me so these drunk ladies can drink alone? Alex and Kelly put a trampoline outside for Esme, but I know they were also thinking of me when they made that decision.”

Ruby giggled at the girl she met minutes ago and quickly looked at her mom to confirm it was fine to walk away. With Sam’s nod, Ruby let Nia grab her hand and easily followed her around the other guests.

“She did say we could drink now,” Lena commented with a smile before turning around to the bar to make their order.

“Drink?” They all turned in time to see Alex approaching them. “I got here at the right time, then.”

“So did I,” Kelly said as she walked over them just a second after her wife. “I need to keep an eye on you when you and Lena are drinking together, it’s a good thing Nia took Esme to the trampoline” she declared before hugging Alex’s side with a fake angry expression.

“So…” Lena called from the bar. “Wine, Kelly?”

“Of course,” the woman answered immediately, earning some laughs.

Soon the small group of women was toasting their drinks as the party around them kept going, clearly with every intention to celebrate Alex and Kelly’s love until the sun would rise again on the horizon.