#Lena ew

[lynniezdoodles]

Movie Night!

Some Eddsworld Ocs! Only Elena and Lynn are mine- the others belong to

@just-a-lil-otter

@purple-striped-shirt

@lisadoduwuwow

@margarita-the-pizzeria-worker

[bedforddanes75]

hello who wants filth. maybe nobody but its here anyway. IM SCARED

[god-has-entered-my-body]

what’s it like dating Me wrong answers only

i got porn under this

[morallygreykoifsh]

Tfw you realize chronologically kara was around 33yrs old when lena was 9/10trs old...

(If my calculations are correct kara was born around 1968)

Sooooooo...*Law & Order theme plays in background*

[napstabl00k]

gross. good morning fuckheads

[lemon-el]

supercorp ep.3 ★ ❝REVIVAL❞

kara: (laying on the street, unconscious after a fight)

alex, panicking: she’s not breathing!

mon-el: i’ll give her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation!

kara (opening one eye): ew, no. let lena do it. (closes eye)

mon-el:

james:

alex:

winn:

j’onn:

lena: GET OUT OF THE WAY, IMBECILES!!

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Thinking about that episode in My Adventures with Superman S2 where they had Metropolis' most eligible singles interviewed, and in my mind Lena would clearly be one of them (would she be older than Lex in this verse? Compelling...). But when all the dudes try to hit her up, she's just like "ew, no"

Until Kara shows up.

[once-upon-a-thigh]

HER

Summary: You’ve been at college for 3 years. Now it’s time to return home to old friends, and old(er) lovers. PERFECT LITTLE SECRET P3 18+

Pairings: Fem! Reader x Milf! Wanda Maximoff, Fem! Reader x Carol Danvers (brief), Reader x Yelena x Kate (platonic).

Warnings: Angst, fluff, smut, fingering, clothed sex, masturbation, large age gap, swearing, lords name in vain?? Couldn’t find my laptop charger so shitty phone format.

Lips crashed against each other as your bodies desperately ground against the other, aimlessly searching around for any bit of friction among the bedsheets in your dorm that will settle the pulsing of your core.

The hot frenzy was interrupted by the blaring of your ringtone. Ignoring it, you flipped the blonde over with all your strength, grinding down on the crotch of her jeans. The shrill ring didn’t seize however, so pushing yourself up and blowing the hair out of your face with an exasperated sigh, you picked up the device and put it to your ear, shushing the blonde that grabbed at your ass with a frustrated grunt.

“Bout time you picked up.” Drawled the Russian.

Your annoyance almost disappeared at the sound of Yelena’s voice, your friend from high school. You didn’t get to see her often, seeing as you had attended different universities for the last 3 years.

“Well I’m a little preoccupied.” You quirked, breathe still heavy.

“You better not be hooking up with Danvers again.”

You glanced down at the athlete you’re straddling, relieved that she can’t hear the disapproving voice down the line. “So what if I was?” You said through gritted teeth.

“Oh come on Y/N/N!” She exasperated, “she ruined your life!”

The guilt returns as it always did. Did she ruin your life? You still haven’t made up your mind. For a long time you thought so, but with every ignored text and voicemail message to Wanda, you started to convince yourself that maybe the older woman wasn’t the love of your life, that just maybe, Carol did the right thing by telling your parents that day. Still, you can’t help but hold some resentment towards her, hence why despite the fuck-buddy situation you have going on with her, you still refuse to have a full on relationship with the blonde no matter how much she asks.

Yelena took your silence as a sign to change the subject. “Anyway, I’ve called to invite you to a wedding.”

“It’s not yours and Kate’s is it?” You chuckled.

“Ew, as if.” She scoffed. “It’s Nat’s, she’s finally popped the question to Maria.”

“I don’t know Lena, I’m kinda disappointed that your sister’s off the market.” You teased, shuffling when you felt Carol tense under you.

“Fuck off.” You can practically hear her eyes rolling through the phone. “It’s this weekend.”

“This weekend? Christ, they hardly have given me any time to think about it.”

“What can I say? Lesbians.”

You shrugged at her short explanation. To be fair, it’s completely Natasha’s style to plan such an important event with such little time to prepare.

“Listen,” she continues, “I know you don’t like coming back home after everything that happened with your folks, but I miss you, or whatever.”

You rolled your eyes, but smiled anyway. “I’ll be there.”

If you knew that the invite Yelena presented you with would lead you to having a breakdown in your parents’ drive-way… well actually, you’re not all that surprised. Sure, the long drive to your home town had sent plenty of stressful thoughts and scenarios through your head, but the sight of the red Buick you knew all too well parked in the drive across the road confirmed them all. She was still here. She exists, she’s alive, and she still lives here.

You’re not sure how long you sat in your car just watching, waiting for any sign of movement behind the drawn curtains of the house. Her house.

You weren’t sure really how to feel. Wanda Maximoff dropped you the minute your parents threatened her that fateful night.

She didn’t answer the door no matter how much you knocked, and she didn’t answer the phone no matter how much you called. Still, she never blocked you, and your sent messages still remain on “read.” It sickens you how much hope that word fuelled you with, reminding you of the days you just sat there waiting for her to send a response, a response devoting herself to you and confessing her love all over again.

Stop it. You force your gaze to leave the car as you finally make the move to enter your childhood home. You’re over her.. Right?

The sound of silverware scraping dinner plates was the only sound breaking the thick tension of the dining room. Your parents are happy that you’re back, sure, and you were happy to see them. Still, your relationship with them hasn’t been the same since the exposure of your endeavours with Wanda. You fought hard with them for a while before you eventually up and moved for college, leaving a strained relationship with them behind.

Your time away from home (and a heck load of time in therapy) gave you enough time to process everything that happened, and even gave you the strength to forgive your parents. At the end of the day they were only doing what they believed was right in order to protect you, and you couldn’t help but love them for it now that you’ve matured.

Buzz, buzz

You glanced at your phone. Carol.

Buzz, buzz

“Those your college friends honey?” Your father spoke through a mouthful of potato.

“It’s just Carol” you muttered, turning it on do not disturb for an hour.

“Oh Carol!” Your mother tuned in. “I’m glad you’re still seeing her sweetheart, she’s a lovely girl.”

“Yeah.” You stated through gritted teeth.

“Why aren’t you bringing her to the wedding?”

You wiped your mouth with a napkin, stalling an answer to your mum’s nosiness. “I don’t have a plus one, I’m just going with Lena and Kate.”

“Oh,” you can see her cringe physically cringe, “those two.”

The doorbell rang. Speak of the devils.

“Gotta go!” The chair scraped as you got up from the table hastily, silverware clashing with plates as your knees bumped the table on your way up.

“Y/n!” You ignored the scolding as you sprinted to the door, flinging it open and throwing yourself at the two awaiting bodies.

The three of you clung on to each other, giggling when you caught your elbow on Kate’s chin. And just like that things felt normal, the three of you were just hanging out after school, and you hadn’t met Wanda yet.

“Dude! I just saw your ex milf peering through the window. She’s still hot.” Kate laughed, and silence followed.

“Kate, what the fuck?” Yelena looked at her dumbly, luckily not catching your eyes flickering to the quiet house across the street.

“Shit, sorry Y/n/n.” The tall girl pursed her lips.

“It’s alright.” You let out a half real/half fake chuckle, reaching up to throw an arm over her shoulder and steering her inside, the blonde closely following.

The girls ignored your parents, as they have been doing for the past three years, and followed you straight up to your room. For the next hour you laze around on your bed, gossiping, catching up and discussing Nat’s big day tomorrow.

“And she didn’t invite me to her hen night? Can you believe that?” Yelena is mid-rant about her sister (again) when your phone comes off do not disturb.

Buzz buzz

“I mean I’m so fun! Right? You agree with that right? I’m so fun?”

“You’re so fun!” Kate chimes in, sipping on the bottle of rum you had been passing around.

Buzz buzz

“Jesus, who the fuck is that y/n? I’m trying to be pathetic in peace here.” Yelena paused her rant, picking up your phone before you could grab it yourself.

“Oh, my, god.”

“Yelena-“ she pulls the phone away from you, standing up before you can grab it back and begins reading out the messages whilst pacing back and forth.

“I miss tasting you!” She reads, walking around the room as you follow her, making attempts at getting your phone back.

“Woah!” Kate exclaims, looking at you with a dropped jaw. Her mouth hangs open more little by little as Yelena continues to read the messages coming through.

“Why didn’t you invite me to the wedding, I mean I was right there”

“Y/n, pick up the phone.”

“I miss you.”

“You’re with her again aren’t you?”

“I love you, you know I do.”

“-For fucks sake Y/n, she’s mental!” Yelena is exclaims, concern painting her brow as she looks through the messages.

“Who’s this?” Kate leans over the bed, peering over Yelena’s shoulder to get a look at the phone. “Ugh, ‘Captain’? I thought you were done with her.”

“I’m trying to be!” You exasperate, star-fish collapsing on your bed. “It’s just hard, despite everything I know she’s at least going to be there when I need her, you know?”

“Yeah, cause she left you no other choice.” Yelena scoffed. “She’s getting weird babe, it’s time you drop her. For real.”

“Alright.” You roll your eyes. She was getting pretty needy to be fair.

Buzz

“Oh here we go- oh, fuck.” Sitting up, you see the pair looking at each other in shock.

“What is it?” You take your phone back, but not before Yelena gets a final swipe in. Looking at the screen, you see nothing but needy messages from Carol.

“Nothing,” Lena shrugs, shooting Kate a suspicious look. “Just Danvers being a freak.”

Soon the girls left, leaving you alone in your room. It had gone dark outside now, the moon illuminating the parts of your childhood bedroom that the dim bedside lamp could not reach. Your parents had long gone to bed, and there you stood, standing in front of the window and finally letting yourself take in reality. The curtains of her window were closed, but you could see a smidge of light seeping out of the slight gap in the curtain. It was too far away to see in the gap, but the light was enough. You knew she was there, and just the thought left you absolutely soaked.

It seemed like just yesterday your breath was fogging up that very window, chest pressed against the glass, heaving with every pump of her hips. Suddenly you were hot, so very hot. It had been a while since you thought of her like this- actually, that’s a lie. You thought of her like this a lot. What you hadn’t done in a while, is touched yourself whilst thinking of her like this. You usually had distractions, you had Carol. But this time you were alone, and so with the curtains wide open, you began to strip. You took your clothes off slow and sultry, like you used to knowing she was looking. You closed your eyes and pretended, you pretended it was three years ago and the woman you pine for is watching from the window across the street and you show her what’s hers.

Goosebumps followed every brush of your hands as you shred the clothes from your body, breath getting heavier, pussy getting wetter. Before you knew it you were throwing yourself on to your bed, reaching over for the vibrator that had been long forgotten in your bedside table. You let out a sigh of relief as it came to life with a click of the button, the batteries still work. You teased it over the hard peaks of your nipples as you lowered it to your aching core, gasping when it was finally pressed against your pulsing clit.

Fantasies and memories alike flood through your mind as you rubbed the vibrator against your aching bud with one hand, two fingers from the other entering your hole. There was always one common factor with these thoughts, Wanda. You fucked yourself vigorously as you thought of her, of what she might do to you if she was here. Fuck, you missed her. You came with her name slipping past your lips, and with that you knew you weren’t over her, you never could be.

Feeling relief, and some slight self-judgement over what you had just done, you switched the light off before turning over to sleep. Had you been facing the window, maybe you would have seen the slight twitch of her curtains, and her light switching off soon after yours.

Pulling your pencil knee length dress down as you stood, you clapped as the beautiful newlyweds began to make their way down the aisle “I can’t believe they pulled it off,” you muttered to the sobbing brunette beside you.

“T-that was so beautiful.” Kate managed to comment through sobs.

“Oh for god’s sake Bishop keep it together” Yelena elbowed her on her other side.

Nat and Maria’s ceremony was beautiful. Despite it being planned so last minute, it was well put together. They managed to host the wedding at their friend’s hotel. It was quiet and small, only close family and friends attended the ceremony. Now, more people were slowly migrating through the doors as the reception went full swing.

You were just getting in to the ABBA song playing over the speakers, politely sipping on your martini when you were aggressively turned around by your friends that had been acting weird all evening.

“Hey! Heyyy Y/n” Kate grinned weirdly at you.

“Uh, hi Kate?” You looked between the two of them, getting weirded out by how they were smiling awkwardly and constantly glancing over your shoulder. You turned to see what they were looking at, but was immediately pulled back by Yelena’s hand on your face.

“Y/n we have to tell you something!” Kate suddenly screeched.

“No we don’t!” Lena glared at her.

“Oh come on Yel! We can’t avoid her all night.” She groaned, loosening her purple tie.

The blonde ran her fingers through her hair in frustration. “Fine! Y/n, Kate has to tell you something.”

“Oh fuck off Yelena!” Rebutted the brunette.

“Fine! I have to tell you something..”

You began to get nervous. “Uh, okay?”

“Last night, when I was looking at Carol’s messages.. another one came through..”

“Okay? And?” You tried to catch her gaze, but her eyes kept darting between you and whatever it was that was happening behind you.

“It was Wanda.” She winced.

…

“What?”

“She wanted to let you know she was coming to the wedding..”

“What?”

“I had no idea she knew Nat or Maria I swear!”

“Why didn’t I see the message?” You questionably muttered, your brain feeling completely frazzled.

“I deleted it.” She physically winced.

“What? Why?” You yelled over the music.

“Because I knew you’d freak out!”

“And THIS is better? Oh my god! I’ve got to go! I’ve gotta get out, KATE HELP ME GET OUT!” You shook the brunette by her shoulders.

“It’s too late Y/n!” She pointed behind you.

Finally you turned around, and your heart skipped a beat when your eyes met the green of hers.

Her name dusted your lips on instinct, a name you found yourself missing saying, missing moaning. She looked different, not bad different, just different. Her hair was longer and brighter, combating the dullness in her orbs. Her jaw and cheekbones are more strongly defined than the supple skin you used to kiss. She was slimmer, she almost looked taller. But she was still Wanda. Your Wanda.

Once you came to you finally realised the two of you had just been stood staring at each other from across the room, both taking the other in. You knew you looked different too, and you found yourself hoping she still saw the girl she once loved in you.

“I should, um..” You didn’t even finish whatever your excuse was going to be before your feet were carrying you towards her. She stayed rooted in place, but didn’t break her stare once.

The walk towards her felt like it was forever, though it was only maybe ten seconds. Ten seconds that you spend trying to come up with something to say. Though when you stop just a foot in front of her, you’ve got nothing.

You stood with your mouth open like a fish out of water before you managed to slip out a shy “Hi-”

“-You are so beautiful.” She said at the same time as your pathetic greeting with a sweet delicacy.

“Oh..” Was all you could get your stupid mouth to say.

She looked at you with the same gentleness she usually did, with soft eyes and a tender smile. “How is it possible for you to be even more beautiful than you were then?”

“Well I guess I grew up.” Finally your brain remembered to form sentences.

“I guess you did.” She glanced at the floor, breaking the stare off you didn’t even realise you were having. “Y/n,” your breath hitched hearing her say your name, “will you walk with me?”

You looked at the hand she was offering to you, unsure one what your next move should be.

“I completely understand if you want to go back to your friends and pretend I was never here,” she said strongly, “but I would really like the opportunity to explain myself to you.”

You’re not sure if this explanation was going to make or break you, but god you know you wanted to hear it. So for the first time in 3 years, you took her hand, and followed.

She led you out the doors and through the busy end of the garden until you came across a still, lonely pond. Forgetting about your nice dress that you did not intend to get dirty tonight, you plonked yourself onto the grass, freezing up when she sat next to you.

You broke the silence. “What are you even doing here?”

Wanda thought for a few seconds before she answered. “When what happened, happened.. I guess your friend told Natasha about everything. A week later Maria shows up at my door, and I’m thinking your parents have actually done it, you know? Told everyone? But she sat me down and she just.. let me talk about you, and she supported me. She helped me through everything and if it wasn’t for her I.. I don’t know. She became my friend when I really needed one. Anyway of course she invited me to her wedding and she was kind enough to warn me you were going to be here. I figured I should probably reach out..”

“Yeah I didn’t exactly get that message.” You laughed, “Yelena panicked and deleted it before I could see it.”

She chuckled, “those friends of yours, I always liked them.”

“I thought they annoyed you.” I teased.

“They were slightly annoying,” she laughed, nodding her head. “But they care for you, and they’ve been good friends to you.”

Bitterness swelled when you recalled one of the main reasons as to why you needed their care in the first place. “Yeah well, god knows I needed it.”

She swallowed, slowly nodding. “I’m sorry.”

You scoffed.

“I am Y/n, you have no idea how much.” She faced you, grabbing your hands in hers. You couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. Any measly contact from her sends you in to a secret euphoria. “I swear you have no idea how much I wanted to reach out to you, how many times I picked up the phone without pressing accept, how many times I stood on the other side of the door without opening it-“

“And that’s supposed to make me feel better?” You ripped your hands away from here, but she immediately grabbed them back.

“No! I’m just-“ her lip quivered, you could see her eyes getting watery just as yours were. “I’m just trying to tell you that what I said that day, after your parents caught us, I meant it. I have never wanted anyone like I have wanted you, which is why it was so hard to let you go.”

“So why did you?” You asked calmly.

“Because as real as we were your parents were kind of right too. I’m old, Y/n, and you were, are, so young. I have two kids, an ex-husband, I spend my Friday nights baking and my Saturdays at book club! What business did someone like me have being with someone like you?” She cried.

“Because you loved me! You love me.” Salty tears rolled over the corners of your lips, swollen from how much you had been biting them without even realising.

“I did,” she nodded “I do.”

Your wet doe eyes dropped to her red lips as she drew nearer, tilting back at her eyes again which had gone darker in just a second. They were harrowing and loving, as she wondered what the hell she had been doing those years without you.

“Three years without you was everything and nothing all at once.” She spat out passionately before quickly pressing her lips against yours. You immediately kissed back, the thought of pushing her way not even gracing your mind for a millisecond. Subconsciously, you had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

“I never stopped thinking about you.” She whispered between desperate kisses. Oh, how you missed this.

“Me neither.” You replied, grasping at her suit jacket with selfish hands, falling back on to the grass and pulling her half on top of you. You quivered as her ringed fingers explored your matured curves, slowly moving on from soft grazes to rough grips of the flesh of your thighs and ass.

“I fucking love you detka, you’re never leaving me again. You belong with me, understand?” She spoke in to your neck after she kissed her way down your jaw. You whimpered at the pet name, this being the first time you’ve heard it in so long. You could feel your lace getting uncomfortably wet as you soaked in her possessive talk.

She pinched your thigh when you didn’t respond. “Understand?”

“Yes mommy I understand!” You squealed.

She moaned against your mouth at the term, she missed hearing you whimper it, moan it, scream it.

It has been quite some time since you said it too, and just like that you were snapped back in to the space you once were, forever and always hers.

“Touch me, please mommy, touch my pussy.” You begged through a whisper, looping your fingers in the belt loops by her hips, pulling her in to you until you could feel the gyrating of her hips against your thigh.

She groaned, dropping her head to leave open, wet kisses on your exposed cleavage as she got lost in the feeling of her heat grinding against the muscle of your thigh. She slipped a warm hand up the skirt of your dress, not wasting a second before she was pushing your panties aside and gathering your wetness among her fingers.

She withdrew her hand and traced her slick fingers over your bottom lip. “Can anyone other than mommy make you this wet?”

You shook your head rigorously, tongue reaching out to taste yourself. You didn’t get the chance as she was already sticking them in her own mouth, moaning at the taste. “Mm I’ve missed your taste baby, but I can take my time with that later. For now, you need your cute little cunt fucked don’t you?”

You barely had time to respond before you were throwing your head back, moaning out her name as she plunged two long fingers in to you, curling them in a come hither motion with every thrust. You could only imagine the grass stains your dress would be covered in after this, your back rubbed and wriggled against the green blades with every thrust of her wrist. She put all her body in to fucking you, getting herself off on your thigh at the same time.

You grabbed and scratched at every part of the older woman that you could reach as your body grew rigid as it reached its release.

Wanda chuckled darkly against your sweat-shined skin. “Already detka? It’s a good thing we’ve got all night.”

You came hard on her fingers, harder than you have in the last three years. She was right, no one else could possibly make you feel like this. She ground her hips in to you harder, moaning lowly as the friction against her clit brought her to her climax not long after your own. She collapsed on your still body, breathing heavily as she rolled on to her back, pulling you in to her side.

You still couldn’t believe this was real, who knew this is where you’d end up upon returning home. Part of you wished you had come back sooner. A quiet whisper slipped past your lips, but she heard it. “I missed you.”

Pulling you closer, she pressed her puffy lips to your forehead in a firm kiss. “I missed you too darling.” She brushed her nose against yours, gazing in to your eyes. “I was serious you know, I’m not letting you go.”

“I know,” you smiled, “I’m not going anywhere.”

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I finally did it! Aaaah! Thank you to whoever stuck around long enough to read the third instalment of Perfect Little Secret, I hope you liked it.

I proof read this in between reps at the gym so you can only imagine how that was, sorry if there’s any mistakes.

Meg 😘

[wellfell]

 akina mori has always been more of a tornado than a woman , and it was awfully beautiful to be a woman . because women knew when to stop , women were wise , and tornadoes were mindless pieces of nature that didn't see where they were destroying as long as they were freely dancing around . akina was a tornado because sometimes she couldn't see beyond her and her lover's eyes , couldn't decide if she'd save the world or let it burn just so karube daikichi doesn't get cold again ; he wears ridiculously thin clothes , it's not fun having his hands feel like ice around her waist as the weather gets colder and it's incredibly difficult not to mother him . something flawlessly opposite of what she truly was and wanted to be .

 so a tornado doesn't understand games , it just gets what it wants even if it means leaving desolations behind .

 doesn't understand the tenderness of the little peck on her forehead because she was expecting to be devoured for looking that good with her sharp eyeliner on . she can't fathom why he keeps her untouched and smiles down at her like a lost deer . she likes keeping him on his toes , that's for sure but her oracle reading yesterday told her it'd be wiser to stop playing around and settle down — ‘ i'm not a wise girl , sorry ‘ i'm a mindless tornado . she watches him stretch , with eyes of a startled doe . lets him loosen his muscles before sitting up . only to crawl to him and harshly pin him to the bed .

 the action might suggest something inappropriate but she looks a little angry more than anything . the curve of her hips jut out slightly when she straddles his stomach and tightens her grip on his shirt with a glare . ❛ kiss me properly . ❜  the tip of her finger touches her own lips , taps on the plump lip with an expectant stare . but she doesn't want to let him do all the job , she's leaning forward to peck the corner of his lips . betrays her own request by teasing him , not quite kissing him . palms of her warm hands settle on his chest , toys with the soft cotton of his shirt while she enjoys her little game .

 of course she likes being dolled up , and she uses it against the men with smaller brains and bigger eyes . karube has never been one of them , he does have greedy and big eyes but he also thinks of the consequences of his greed if he gives in to it . she's tempted to remind him just how greedy his eyes ( and hands and tongue and mouth - ) was last night , but instead she pulls away from him . changed her mind , kissing her properly ; it might and it will lead to worse things that'll confuse the friends who are trying to reach them . her phone buzzes and she crawls to the sheets , off of him , weight lifting from his stomach . a feminine voice comes from the other line , familiar , making her gaze fix on karube as she speaks up softly ;

 ❛ emi . . . how are you ? i'm - ❜  she feels disgusting , she doesn't look like she does , but it's making her skin crawl . ❛ no . i don't know where he is . ❜

@wellfell | continued

Karube Daikichi, turns out, possesses no common sense.

All he's ever done for most of his relatively short life is pretend he does. And sometimes he doesn't even have to lie to throw it on, like a worn t-shirt he only pulls out to do the dirty work for someone else.

Being sensible, rational, responsible, he's not the oldest of his friend group - he's not even the oldest in this room right now, and their society demands some sort of s o m e t h i n g from their age difference, but Karube sits back and Akina growls and who could possible deter them from being whatever they are, right here, right now - but he sure acts like it sometimes, perennial older brother, perennial babysitter, perennial boyfriend.

Cigarette in hand, sharp wit hidden under his tongue, and a tight grip on someone's metaphorical shoulders when they need him to give again.

He acts mature.

He is, maybe.

But turns out, he has no common sense.

A man with common sense would have shied away from Akina's mewling as much as her hissing should have scared him off, the gentle tease of her claws and the tender feeling of her fingerpads. Soft and rough around the edges, Akina always played both sides of her own coin masterfully well, he could never guess if he was the lion or the lion tamer.

Meet her when she's not out to be nice and her smiles are about as pretty as a poisonous flower - just as enticing for the bug he is, as well.

Meet her like this, and suddenly she's as soft as her skin when he'd stopped to marvel at it, when his calloused fingertips had met it with the kind of tenderness he hides behind his sideways smiles and vulgar utterances of philosophies people smarter than him don't buy because smarter usually means better at winning in a world such as theirs.

The stupid kids are usually the ones who know it better, but only perhaps because Karube wrongly counts himself among them, the way too many abandoned by their world do.

He doesn't even wince, not really. The press of her nail in his thigh is more grounding than it is bothersome, enough to work as intended and drag his gaze off the emptiness of the air, refocus it on the world of Akina that breathes in it.

She's already perfectly dolled up. Karube should note down asking, perhaps one day, if she likes it or if she uses it only. He wonders if 'both' is what he'll get.

He watches the red of her lips and wants to chew it off.

Karube sighs. He grabs Akina's hand, moves it off his thigh to give himself enough space to shift and slip until he's seated next to her. It's a good angle to potentially find something, anything she'd use to wipe her face to kill the glow of his cigarette in. It's an even better angle to lean back, mimic her, put his weight into the elbow he shoves into the mattress - keep the glowing fingers far away from her face - and lean down.

He steals a kiss.

Slow, warning, just enough space, enough room to be pushed away.

A kiss to her forehead. Because Karube plays mean by being the opposite of what people expect him to be.

When he pulls back, it's to grin down at her.

"I like to keep you on your toes," he straightens his back with a strained sigh, half a stretch, even. "Don't deny you like to do the same."

[pippytmi]

If you are possibly still doing song promts, not sure if you're into country music however, "Unforgettable" by Thomas Rhett is a very cute, romantic song that I believe will suit Supercorp very well, thank you.

It is a warm, sticky summer night, and the stars have never been clearer.

Kara watches them, wistful and maybe a little buzzed, stretched out in the back of her pickup while Alex flicks bottle caps below at the guys. James and Winn don’t even notice; they’re still arguing over whether they should take whiskey shots or shotgun beers, both staunchly on opposite sides of this dilemma.

“Hey,” a thought occurs to Kara suddenly, “where did Sam go?”

“To find Lena, I think,” Alex says, squinting at her next target with halfhearted commitment as she leans over the side of the truck. When she throws the next cap, it misses Winn entirely. “Damn. Open another beer, Kara, I need another shot.”

“Who’s Lena?” The name is somewhat familiar, but Kara can’t place it immediately.

“The Luthor girl. Sam’s friend, you know her.” Alex leans back to root through their cooler, and comes up with two more beers. “She’s the one who flaked when Sam tried to set up that double-date, remember?”

“Right, and I had to third-wheel you guys all night.” Kara sits up in order to scan the crowd curiously, one question at the forefront of her mind: “Is she related to Lex Luthor?”

“Yes, that’s why I said the Luthor girl,” Alex says like one might say keep up. “She’s his half-sister or something, I don’t know.” She uses the bottle opener on her keys to pop open one of the beers, handing it over to Kara and immediately moving on to her own.

Kara takes a distracted swig as she continues to look out into the crowd. The lights strung through the trees offer very little in terms of visibility, and it’s hard to make out faces. “I didn't know he had a sister,” she says.

“It's not something he exactly advertises.” Alex takes a re-do of her earlier shot now that she has a fresh bottle cap, and this time it nails Winn right on the side of the head. “Hey, losers! Quit fighting and come get a drink!”

“Not unless you have some beer cans we can shotgun!” Winn shouts back.

“No, no, he means we need some Jack Daniel’s,” James interjects, and they’re off again, shoving playfully at each other’s shoulders as if they are going to push each other into the bonfire.

Alex rolls her eyes. “Boys,” she says derisively. “Let’s get Nia instead, she deserves a drink far more than they do.” She reaches over to bang at the truck’s backseat window. “Wake up, sleeping beauty!”

“Whoa, watch it!” Kara almost spills her drink in her haste to bat Alex’s hand away. “Take it easy. I just got her all fixed up.”

“Oh sure, when Siobhan takes a baseball bat to the glass it’s all fine and dandy, but I can’t even give it a tap?”

Kara crinkles her nose. “She thought it was her ex’s car in the dark, come on. You can’t blame her for that.”

“You are also her ex,” Alex says impatiently.

“But not the ex she was trying to get revenge on,” Kara points out. “She even apologized to Brittney. I think you should, too.”

Alex gives her a dirty look. “For the last time, I will not call your car that.”

“Don’t be a hater, Alex.”

“Don’t be a fucking weirdo, then—”

Before Kara can even enact her own revenge for that comment, she is briefly blinded by one of two flashlights aimed at her face. Beside her, Alex yelps and covers her eyes.

“There you guys are,” Sam exclaims. “I got lost trying to remember where we were. Why did you park so far away?”

“To keep our drinks from the masses, mostly,” Alex says, and she hops up over the side of the truck to pull Sam into her arms. “And for privacy.”

“Ew,” Kara says, and Alex glares at her over her shoulder.

“For Nia, who is sleeping.”

“Still?” Sam grins, momentarily distracted, when Alex presses a kiss to her cheek. “I wanted to introduce her to Lena.”

Just like her name, Lena Luthor has something about her face that strikes Kara as vaguely familiar. Something in the shine of her eyes in the moonlight, in the way she bites on her bottom lip, in the slope of her nose and the cut of her jaw and the hint of a dimple in her cheek. Kara has never laid eyes on Lena Luthor before, but she finds herself unable to look away.

The only reason Kara even realizes she's been staring at Lena too long is when she hears her name:

“And this is Kara, she's Alex’s sister. She drove us here.”

Now it's Kara's turn to be stared at—or more accurately, scrutinized. “While drunk?” Lena says.

Kara snaps back to reality. “I'm not drunk,” she hastily denies, lest that somehow affect her chances with impressing Lena (coincidentally, something she had not been concerned with until this very second). “I've only had two beers, I'm practically sober.”

But when anyone else might be skeptical, Lena merely tilts her head curiously. “Okay, if you say so,” she says in a manner that’s almost…amused. Kara counts it as a win, either way.

“So are beers all we have around here?” Sam asks. “Clearly, Lena and I need to catch up to everyone.”

“We also have whiskey,” James chimes in, while Winn makes a show of gagging.

“Yeah, just beer and whiskey,” Alex affirms. “Kara did the shopping, so….”

Kara bends down to lift up their cooler as if it’s a treasure chest. “We also have Mang-O-Ritas,” she says magnanimously, passing it down to James to pop open.

“Just a regular beer for me, then,” Sam says. “Lena will have the Mang-O-Rita.”

“I’ve never had one before,” Lena says, crossing her arms and leaning against the side of the truck as Sam procures her drink. “Are they any good?”

Kara jumps off the truck in order to fully join their circle (and, okay, closer to Lena. Maybe). “They’re awesome. Don’t listen to whatever Alex tells you, she will 100% drink three of these in one sitting.” 

“Only when there’s no other option,” Alex protests.

Lena cracks open her can and takes a cautious sip. “Hm,” she says. “That’s…vile.”

“Poor little rich girl,” Sam coos. “Always such a snob about your liquor.”

“Excuse me for preferring a glass of red over this,” Lena says, but she takes a longer drink immediately afterwards, and Kara falls a little bit in love.

It's always been like that, really—Kara falls in love like breathing air. Eliza used to call her a hopeful romantic because she never liked the term hopeless romantic. (“There is nothing hopeless about finding beauty in everything,” Eliza would promise as she kissed Kara's head. Alex would always be nearby gagging, of course).

Eventually, as the fire begins to die down, they break out the whiskey bottle for shots. Lena, Kara can't help but notice, grimaces at the taste in a way that shouldn't be as cute as it is.

“I need a palate cleanser,” Winn gasps afterwards, ever the drama queen. “Stat.”

“I’ve got one right here for you, it's called Bud Light,” Alex quips.

“Blegh.”

And while Alex and Winn playfully tussle, Kara’s gaze drifts past them and back to Lena. Lena, surprisingly, is looking right back.

“You have grass stains on your jeans,” Lena tells her, and quickly looks away.

Kara glances down. “Oh,” she says, “yeah, it’s the hazard of working on a farm.” She actually got the stains from kneeling down to pet a puppy on the way here, but the farm thing sounds better. “So what do you—” 

She never manages to get the question out, because two cars down, someone screams bloody murder and Kara reflexively whips out the pocket knife in her boot. Everyone else is equally alert, until:

“It’s just fucking Mike Matthews again, falling off that eyesore he calls a truck,” Alex scoffs. 

“Again? They need to impound that thing,” James says.

Kara is about to chime in with her own horror story about Mike’s truck when she feels a tap at her shoulder; Lena waits until Kara whirls around, befuddled, before she asks,

“Can you pour me another shot?”

Kara blinks. Then blinks again. “Yeah,” she says, even though Winn is the one holding the whiskey bottle. “Yeah, of course.”

Winn gladly relinquishes the bottle when Kara asks, and he and James walk down to Mike’s group to “see if they can help” (i.e. gossip). Sam and Alex take advantage of the chaos to sneak away together (probably to make out somewhere). And Kara is left, terrifyingly enough, alone with Lena Luthor.

Lena coughs after downing the second shot, frowning down at her cup like it’s wronged her. “That is still…not good.”

Kara tries to hide her smile as she looks down, nudges an empty beer bottle away. “Why drink it, then?”

“I don’t know.” Lena pauses to chase the taste away with her Mang-O-Rita before musing, “To get out of my comfort zone, maybe. But then again, pretty much everything here is out of my comfort zone.”

“Oh, I get it,” Kara says. “Rich girl pretending to be normal. It’s very Maid in Manhattan. Or…whatever the opposite of that is.”

“You are…definitely drunk,” Lena says with the tone of someone two seconds from laughter.

Kara vehemently shakes her head. “Nope, no, absolutely not.”

“Mm, you kind of seem like you are,” Lena says.

“I am not, and I can prove it to you.” Kara cradles the whiskey bottle to her chest and prepares herself: “I can do the running man.”

“And that proves you’re not drunk how?”

“Because it's going to be the most flawless dance you've ever seen,” Kara says, immediately kicking her leg out in a shaky attempt, and Lena’s laughter explodes until she is actually hunched over with the force of it.

“Oh, God, please do that again.”

“I'm not sure I like your reaction,” Kara sniffs, taking a mock-defensive step back. “I don't want to do it now.”

“No, come on, I loved it. Really,” Lena says. Her Mang-O-Rita has spilled into the grass, and she has to stoop down to pick up the can, ruefully shaking it when she notices it's empty. “Maybe I need to slow down. Is there somewhere we can sit?”

“Yeah,” Kara says, waving the whiskey bottle to beckon Lena to follow, and she guides her to the back of the pickup. She shrugs off her jacket, laying it out for Lena to sit, and Lena gives her a small smile when she does; it feels like they’re in their own world, kept company only by the stars and the occasional crackle of the dying bonfire.

“So you work on a farm?” Lena has to lean slightly against Kara to get comfortable, and Kara holds her breath to keep from jumping.

“Yup, my parents’ farm,” Kara barely remembers to answer. “Nothing glamorous like you and your brother, I'm sure.”

“I didn't know you knew about…that,” Lena says.

Kara shrugs, feels her shoulder directly move against Lena’s. “Kind of hard not to,” she says apologetically. “I mean, the Luthor name is on just about every business in town.” She twists the whiskey bottle between her hands, listens to it slosh. “If it helps…none of us care about that.”

“Really,” Lena says, disbelievingly but still light enough to invite a follow-up, which Kara wastes zero time in grasping.

“One hundred percent,” Kara promises. “We never judge a book by its cover. Not even,” she pauses to whisper this next part, “people who stand up their dates on a dreaded double-date with their sister.”

Lena gasps. “That was not you.”

“It was,” Kara laughs, just self-conscious enough to slick her hair out of her eyes. “Didn’t Sam tell you?”

“No—all she said was you were fun,” Lena says. “And she promised to try and set me up again, another time.” She shifts, now fully shoulder-to-shoulder against Kara. “Oh my God. Is that what tonight is?”

“Alex didn’t tell me anything,” Kara wonders, “but it would make sense…”

Lena scoffs. “This would be a horrible date,” she says, almost to herself. Then, hurriedly, “Not because of you, but because of everything else. The drinks, the place, the…lack of indoor plumbing…” 

“So you’re too good for whiskey, tailgate parties, and porta potties,” Kara lists off. “Hm. I don’t know, Lena. This date is off to a rough start.”

“Oh, shut up.” Lena reaches across their bodies for the whiskey bottle, and her fingers tangle with Kara’s as she takes it. Lena uncaps it and takes a swig, coughing as soon as she lowers the bottle, and Kara smiles even if Lena can’t see it.

“What happened to slowing down?”

“That was before I realized this was a date,” Lena says without a lick of shame. “Sue me—I’m nervous.”

“You don’t have to be,” Kara says softly, and she shuts her eyes, inhales the smoke of the fire and the sweet, floral scent of Lena’s perfume. “We can just be friends, too. No pressure.”

“And you’d be okay with that?” Lena asks, her voice quiet but undoubtedly curious. “Am I not the kind of girl you want to date?”

Kara immediately straightens up. “Are you kidding? I would marry you, probably, if I could. In a good way,” she hastens to explain. “In a…general, you-seem-like-the-kind-of-nice-to-marry. Hypothetically.”

Lena exhales, and there’s a hint of a smile in her own voice when she says, “You’re coming on awful strong for a first date, Kara Danvers.”

“Sorry.” Kara slumps against the floor, sighing as the whiskey finally starts catching up to her, leaving her slightly dizzy and uncoordinated as she stares up at the night sky.

But then Lena is moving, twisting until she is half-hovering over Kara, beautifully framed by moonlight and the haze from the fire beside them. “I can’t promise marriage yet,” she says, “but I think I can do a second date.”

Kara blinks, slowly, and her grin forms before she can even try to hide it. “Really?”

“Only if I can choose the place,” Lena says. “And if you never make me drink that awful margarita again.”

“Deal,” Kara says, making room for Lena to squeeze in beside her, light-headed for a whole new reason as Lena rests her head on Kara’s arm. “But I really think you should give the Mang-O-Rita another try. Just, for the record.”

“Shhh, don’t ruin this,” Lena says, tapping Kara’s mouth with her finger, and Kara keeps on smiling.

(And later, when they’ve sobered up, Kara will kiss Lena goodnight; later still, Lena will deny that she tasted of that damned Mang-O-Rita, but only Kara will know the truth).

[lynniezdoodles]

<some updated designs for everyone>

And personally how I see her (Lynn) interacting with others:

Lena (@lisadoduwuwow)

They’re pretty chill, probably good friends admittedly, she likes to tell Lena what’s up with Jon and stuff and they probably like to go to hot topic together or Box lunch

Coda (@purple-striped-shirt)

Pretty good friends, like to talk about the supernatural together. Probably summon it a couple of times, the more ‘mature’ ones of the group. Like to watch horror movies together and gossip about shit every now and shit

Marxin (@merwynsartblog)

Tired ass work buddies, probably like to talk about music or something and play video games together. Both will protect Jon with their lives while at work- but at home they’re both probably chilling and gossiping and talking about their hopeless love lives

River (@just-a-lil-otter)

Basically siblings from other parents. They’re the only ones who have basically been dragged into the adventures and give zero shots at the most wild stuff, mostly. Both are kinda the moms of the group but Lynn can get into her own hijinks

[shallow-seas-we-sail]

Lena presses her hip into the side of the sink and crosses her arms. The bathroom is sticky and humid; her hair is beginning to curl outwards and she has been listening to Sam ramble on about her date for nearly twenty minutes as she wastes all of her hot water.

“So, what's her name?” Lena asks as she turns and raises her hand, drawing little hearts into the foggy glass over the bathroom sink, “You’ve told me every other sordid detail. Things I won't be able to erase from my mind without some advancement in technology or a bullet.”

She can hear Sam hum from behind the frosted glass of the stall, “Alex,” she says stretching the two syllables of her name. It sounds disgustingly like she is waking up in the warm, early light of morning, easing herself out of a beautiful dream.

Gross.

“We didn’t even make it past drinks,” Sam says, “It’s like we both just felt this pull. And the next thing I know I’m on the back of her motorcycle, and we are heading back to her place.”

Lena shifts her weight when she hears the water turn off, and reaches for the towel hanging on the hook behind the door as Sam cracks open the shower door and sticks out a wet hand. She hands her friend the towel and leans back against the bathroom sink.

“It was..” Sam starts as she pushes open the shower door and steps out, towel wrapped securely around her, “I’ve never felt that kind of connection with someone. It was just...” she trails off as she comes up beside Lena and swipes her hand through the condensation on the mirror and breaks a few dozen little hearts, “amazing.”

Lena turns and catches her friend's gaze in the mirror reflecting back at her, and Sam looks absolutely smitten; kind of dumbstruck and glowing and not a thought behind those dark eyes beyond Alex.

Lena can’t help but to roll her eyes a little.

“I’m happy you got laid.”

Sam shakes her head as she reaches for her toothbrush, “It wasn’t just that. We made love.”

Lena can barely hold back the snort in the back of her throat at that and Sam bumps her shoulder into hers, “I’m serious. It felt like she was touching my soul. Jesus, is this what it feels like to be you?”

Lena picks up her toothbrush and actually scoffs at that, “I’ve seen you come back from multiple one night stands, giddy from the dopamine rush of multiple orgasms and ready to peel the paint  off the walls from the lack of them.”

Sam squirts a glob of toothpaste onto her own toothbrush and turns on the water, “Yeah, and this wasn’t that. I mean, the orgasms were. They were...” Sam shakes her head as she sticks her toothbrush into her mouth, “earth shattering. I feel bad for her neighbors.”

Okay, Lena gets that. She still can’t look the Saturday night cleaning crew in the eye a week later after her first encounter with Kara.

“Can you get off the fact that I’m some soggy, touch-starved bottom looking for love from any girl that passes her on the street? Because I’m not,” Lena states, shoving her own toothbrush into her mouth.

“Can you get off any other way? Because you can’t,” Sam shoots back.

“Just because I want a connection and affirmation in my relationships doesn’t mea-”

“Affirmations? Is that what we’re calling it now?” Sam says out of the side of her mouth before dipping her head and spitting, “A praise kink by any other name...” she trails off.

“Be a good girl and step out so I can change,” Sam purrs into the bristly head of her toothbrush and Lena’s face screws up into a sour expression.

“Ugh, ew. Shut up.”

continue on ao3 or

Sam smirks and Lena finishes brushing her teeth in silence, and only reluctantly lets her friend join her in her bedroom for a sleepover when Sam returns from changing, hovering in the bathroom doorway with a pouting lip, arms outstretched, making grabby hands and spouting apologies.

“I know family is an icky word to you, but you’re like a sister. I only give you a hard time because I love you,” Sam says, throwing back a corner of the blankets as she settles into the bed beside Lena. She pushes into her side, and loops her arm through Lena’s as she rests her head on her shoulder.

“I have a date tomorrow, but I want you to third wheel it with me and meet Alex.”

Lena rolls her eyes, “That is going to make it so weird.”

Sam shakes her head, “I want my sister to meet my future wife.”

“Oh my god,” Lena groans as she reaches out and shuts off the light on her bedside table, “Your future wife?”

“Mhm,” Sam hums sleepily in the dark, “and you’re going to be my maid of honor and I’m going to have her babies and Ruby is going to be a big sister. I planned it all out on my Uber ride here.”

Lena smiles at that; the idea of a beaming Sam at the altar, beautiful in white with big, shiny eyes staring at her wife. She doesn’t expect the little pinch of jealousy in her chest as Sam sinks down in the bed, pulling Lena along with her as she stretches out.

“It’s an art gallery thingy tomorrow, so wear that green dress. It makes your ass look great,” Sam says quietly, and as if reading Lena’s mind adds, “maybe you’ll meet your future wife. Then we can double date and double marry and have babies and raise our tiny humans together.”

Lena closes her eyes and tries not to hope.

Obsidian North.

Lena swears she’s seen it before. Perhaps in one of the hundred grant proposals that cross her desk every quarter, but she honestly doesn’t know, or frankly, care. This is decidedly not an art gallery thing, and Lena fights back the urge to grind her teeth at the audacious asshole gallery that she has walked into instead. Sam is a ball of anxious energy beside her, tugging Lena none so gently across the room, in between throngs of  celebrity faces and tech moguls. She catches a glimpse of Elon out of the corner of her eye talking to a very uninterested Dwayne Johnson and Lena vaguely wonders if the steep drop of Tesla stock over the past few days is the cause for his neck brace rather than the CatCo fiasco the previous week.

Whatever the case is, Lena is happy to buy up all the tickets to this asshole’s downfall and is content to sit back and watch him burn through forty-four billion dollars for a bird app that won’t stop crashing while his trash lithium battery empire goes up in flames like one of his Model 3’s.

But then Sam comes to an abrupt stop, which sends Lena nearly crashing into her side.

“There she is,” Sam says in that stupid, dreamy tone from the night before, and Lena scans the room before her eyes settle on a redhead at the bar.

And, shit, Lena may not know the name of the company she walked into, but she does at least remember the stoic redhead that crashed the CatCo dinner last weekend and spent ten minutes arguing with a flustered Cat Grant in the center of an active crime scene.

Lena clears her throat and nods her head towards the bar, “Then go get your girl.”

Sam smiles at that and glances in Lena’s direction, “That’s my girl,” she says with a bubble of excitement, “Okay, yeah,” Sam dips her head and flattens her hands down her dress, ironing out imaginary winkles.

“How do I look?”

“Disgustingly in love.” Lena quips, and pushes her friend playfully in the shoulder, “Go. I’ll order a drink down at the bar and then casually meet you in five minu-..” but Sam is already gone, slipping into the crowd towards the bar when Lena hears her name float up from behind her.

“Lena?”  

A breath constricts in the center of her chest, and Lena tries to convince herself that maybe she is just hearing things in between the drone of conversations happening around her, but then she feels a hand on her shoulder and hears her name again, a little more confident sounding this time and with an accent she hasn’t heard hang on to it in years.

“Lena, oh my god. That is you!”

And then suddenly Lena is spinning on her heels against her will towards a voice and Andrea is there, eyes wide and smile beaming like she didn’t drag Lena and her heart over a trail of open coals years ago. No, she’s looking at Lena in some sort of soft adoration that settles under her skin in all the wrong ways.

Lena opens her mouth and blinks dumbly a few times and somewhere in the foggy shock of her mind she is vaguely aware she is gawking.

“I know,” Andrea says casually, flipping her hands, “it’s been years. Goddamn, you look amazing,” her eyes flickering up and down Lena’s body, “was that Sam I saw with you?”

Finally, Lena’s brain jump starts and she nods dumbly, “Uh, yea-” she chuckles incredulously, “I’m sorry, what are you doing here?”

Andrea narrows her eyes before glancing over her shoulder towards the gold plated words in the lobby.

“This is my company. Tonight is the unveiling of our new VR product. I sent you an invite a few months ago, didn’t you get it?”

(She did; she had just given Jess strict instructions to forward any Rojas mail directly to National City landfill.)

Lena arches an eyebrow and enunciates the word as slowly as she can, “No.”

Andrea gives a stiff nod at the answer and glances down. “Of course. I should have expected as much. But you’re here now, so that’s something. I’d love to talk to you about Obsidian North Platniu-”

Lena raises her hand, effectively stopping the woman in front of her, “Andrea, frankly I don’t care. Had I known what this was, or who was holding it, I can assure you I would not have come. Don’t mistake this as an olive branch, because it isn’t.”

Yes. Lena inwardly gives herself a celebratory high five. She’s not falling for deep, brown honey eyes and a sexy accent. No, not this time.

Andrea swallows hard, “Right. I understand. It’s just-” she trails off, “Looking at you, I’m reminded of all the horrible things I’ve done. But the years have been kind, let me make it up to you.”

“Funny,” Lena says, snagging a wine glass from a server's tray as they pass by, “every time I look at you all I remember is pain.”

“We had good times,” Andrea says sweetly, dropping her voice as she takes a step into Lena’s space, causing her to roll her eyes as she takes a sip of lukewarm Chardonnay, “Come to dinner with me.”

Lena drops the glass from her lips as Andrea takes another step closer; dangerously close, and brings her hand up, lightly gripping Lena’s elbow, “Just dinner.”

( Oh , the audacity of this woman after trying to siphon tens of millions out of Lena all while under the guise of a whirlwind romance. Fuck her and her fucking fuckton of nerve.)

Goosebumps prick up along Lena’s arm (decidedly not the good kind), and she takes a step back, nearly colliding with a solid form that has suddenly appeared behind her. The glass in her hand jostles, but a warm, steady presence is there, cradling her arm in one hand and resting a hand on her hip with the other.

“Hey, babe. There you are,” Kara says sweetly, dipping her head and pressing a kiss to Lena’s cheek, “ Play along,” she whispers discreetly as she pulls away.

Right. Yeah. Lena can play along because what else is she going to do? This is absolutely her life right now.

The sly smirk pulling at Andrea’s lips suddenly falters before anchoring down in a straight line, “ Oh,”

Lena turns her head and is met with a confident smile from Kara, who looks not only pleased with herself for the sudden interruption, but whose eyes are unabashedly focused on Lena as though she is the only person in the room, and Lena feels like she might fall into those pools of dark blue and be devoured.

And god, what a way to go.

“I was just at the bar getting our drinks,” Kara says before turning her focus to Andrea and extending her hand, “I’m Kara, the girlfriend.”

(Those goosebumps are back, and are decidedly the good kind this time around.)

“Andrea Rojas,” she says, taking Kara’s hand in a weak shake that somehow only involves the tips of her fingers.

(Lena is impressed at the cordial display of only minimal bitchiness on Andrea’s behalf.)

“ The woman of the hour,” Kara quips, “I’d love to get an exclusive if you have some time. I work with CatCo and Ms. Grant loves a good story with a woman in charge,” Kara says, dropping her hand from Lena’s arm and slipping it into her pants pocket, “I’ve got a business card here if you just gimme a seco-”

Andrea waves off Kara’s effort, “That won’t be necessary,” she says, suddenly becoming interested in the watch on her wrist, “Right now I have a speech to make, so if you’ll excuse me.”

Kara keeps her hand snuggly in her pocket, and slips her arm a little more securely around Lena’s waist, pulling her close, “Right, of course.”

Lena doesn’t think she’s ever seen Andrea retreat so quickly (or her ego bruised so badly.) She slinks her way through the crowd, bumping into bodies before finally getting pushed up against an eager Elon who is balancing three small plates of appetizers in his hands. He mumbles something through a mouthful of cocktail shrimp before Andrea lets go of a frustrated yowl, smacking the plates out of his hand and causing the room to grow quiet as a sea of celebrity heads turn.

Andrea storms off, and Elon just stands there, stunned, confused and forever stupid. Benign chatter starts back up and Lena can’t help but laugh. She turns into Kara’s side, resting her head momentarily against her shoulder before looking up. Kara’s eyes are crinkled at the corners behind dark frames as she laughs along with Lena, and god, she loves this woman.

(And it’s just that fucking simple , isn’t it? And so what if it’s only been a week? Time constraints be damned. Kara has bloomed in the walls of Lena's heart and she honestly couldn’t root her out if she tried.)

“Where did you come from?” Lena asks and Kara hums.

“Super hearing,” she says, bringing her hand up and tapping her ear, “and it sounded like you were having a terrible time.”

Understatement of the year.

“I’m having a much better time now, so thank you.” Lena says so dumbly that she can't believe those cheesy words somehow tumble out of her mouth.

“Yeah?” Kara asks, turning fully towards Lena and dips her head, bringing her lips dangerously close to Lena’s, “so am I.”

Kiss me, kiss me skips and repeats in Lena’s head and she can feel the warm puffs of air against her lips and Lena is damn near ready to plead because she really really deserves this after being dragged by her best friend to what is most likely some grift job by her ex-girlfriend and Lena just wants to maybe be held in strong, warm arms and watch Is It Cake? with a possibly, maybe future girlfriend who somehow keeps showing up at the most opportune times in her life.

(So, please god, if you’re listening, Lena Luthor deserves a kiss.)

“But really, where did you come from?” Lena breathes out as Kara’s nose brushes against her own softly, “Or are you eavesdropping on me for any awkward interactions with my exes?”

Kara chuckles at that before pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Lena’s mouth, “Once upon a time from beyond the stars, but now I’m from here and there,” Kara says, turning her head and motioning towards the bar, “I was getting a drink and overheard you. I hope I didn’t impose, unless-”

Kara’s expression suddenly shifts, serious and concerned, “You wanted to go to dinner with your very evil ex-girlfriend?”

Lena snorts and rolls her eyes and pushes a hand playfully into the blonde's shoulder, “You’re insufferable,” she huffs, “and no, I would rather not. But with you, I’d consider it.”

She doesn’t mean to bring up the idea of a date; it just sorta slips out and Lena fears she has made a grave miscalculation. What if this is just a fling? What if this is just a bit of fun for Kara and-

“I’d love that.” Kara cuts right through Lena’s self sabotaging brain, bringing it to a merciful, sputtering stop.

“You promise your phone will be charged if I give you a call to make plans or-” Kara starts in with a bright smile.

“Oh, ha ha ,” Lena deadpans, “literal genius can’t keep her phone charged.”

Kara shrugs and takes a step back as she offers her hand to Lena, “It’s like, the number one rule of phone sex,”

Lena tsks and rolls her eyes playfully as Kara begins to lead them back towards the bar. Jeff Bezos gives a weak wave before slinking away into the crowd behind a stiff talking Zuckerberg. When they pull up beside the bar, Lena can see Sam’s head thrown back in laughter a few people down.

“Scotch neat,” Kara says, raising a finger towards the bartender as she leans against the edge of the bar, and honestly, Lena isn’t sure how she looks this good in a simple checkered navy button up and forest green slacks. Maybe it’s because the fabric strains just enough against her arms, accentuating the muscles there, or because one button is undone just right, leaving just enough of the strong line of her neck exposed, but Lena is a little flushed and it isn’t from the glass of wine that nearly fell out of her hands. Her body is a traitor along with her heart.

“Do you really work for Cat Grant?” Lena asks as the bartender slides a glass of amber liquid in front of her.

Kara hums and nods her head, “Yeah. I used to be her assistant, but now she is throwing me some writing job crumbs here and there in between fetching her lattes.”

Lena brings the glass to her lips, sipping in the smooth, peaty drink, “And Obsidian North is one of those crumbs?”

Kara dips her head and chuckles before straightening and turning towards Lena, “Yeah, but I’m not sure I’m going to score that interview now.”

“I can put in a good word for you,” Lena offers sweetly.

“Even if it means going to dinner with your evil ex?” Kara counters, a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth.

Lena stalls, narrowing her eyes in faux consideration, “Yes, even if it means going to dinner with my evil ex, but how about I do you one better? I’ll give you an exclusive,”

Kara’s look suddenly shifts, taken aback and unsure, “I couldn’t ask you for that.”

“You’re not asking, I’m offering.” Lena replies with a soft smile, one that Kara reflects back at her.

“You’re too good to me,” Kara says, her voice dropping as she takes a step closer, “How can I repay you?”

And oh , that warm feeling; it’s kicked up and simmering just under Lena’s skin now, so she may as well lay it all out on the line.

“You could start by finding us a quiet place for that exclusive,” Lena says, tilting her head with a sly smile, eyes flickering across the blonde's face.

“Mhm, and then?” Kara asks as she raises her hand and trails the tips of her fingers up Lena’s forearm and honestly, Lena is determined to give this woman anything she asks for; an exclusive, her soul, her first born child, their initials etched in the center of a heart on the surface of the moon with a precision laser.

Whatever, all she needs to do is ask.

“Lena! There you are!” Sam shouts, her arms raised with one hand firmly clasped in the hand of the woman she is pulling beside her through the crowd. She bumps into Kara as she comes to a stop and gives her a quick once over before mouthing “she’s hot” in Lena’s direction.

“This is Alex. Alex, this is my best friend, Lena,” she says in a rushed breath.

Alex extends her hand, which Lena takes in a stiff handshake. The red head's face is unreadable and an icy feeling begins to take root in Lena’s stomach as she finally motions towards Kara, “I see you’ve met my sister.”

Lena’s eyes widen at that, “I have, yes,” she says, turning her head towards Kara who is suddenly interested in adjusting her glasses, her own eyes wide behind them.

An uneasy heaviness settles in the air, and Sam’s eyes dart between Lena and Kara and then cut towards Alex.

“Wait. What is happening here?” Sam finally breaks the silence.

“I think Alex may already know who I am,” Lena wagers, “which means that you probably already know that I know who Kara is.”

“Also,” Kara cuts in, “you ditched me on sister night.”

(Lena isn’t sure how that is relevant, but yeah, rude.)

Alex rolls her eyes as Sam throws her hands up, “Hold on. How does Alex know you? Who is Kara? Do I even know anyone in this situation?”

“Kara is my sister, and she is here for work,” Alex flips an annoyed hand between her sister and then towards Lena “and she’s a Luthor, how could I not know who she is? Caused a bit of a fiasco at the CatCo dinner,” she finally says with a resentful tone, and okay that’s fair, but Lena isn’t Lillian and she sure as hell isn’t Lex. She’s not playing special forces with Cadmus or running a literal Legion of Doom.

“In all fairness, her mother caused a ‘ bit of a fiasco at the CatCo dinner .’ You have the wrong Luthor in your crosshairs,” Sam cuts in with a firm tone.

“Do I?” Alex says, narrowing her eyes with a tilt of her head.

“Lena isn’t her brother,” Kara says with an edge of steel to her voice, “I’m a pretty good judge of character, and she is nothing like him. Or her mother. She isn’t cold or dangerous. She is too good and too smart to follow their path. Have you seen the things she has done for this city? Hell, the world? She is a hero in her own right.”

Lena turns her head slowly to find Kara staring down her sister, and god , who is this knight in a plaid shirt who thinks a pair of glasses is an adequate disguise? She is literally swooning and wants to kiss this idiotic beautiful beefcake.

And Sam, sweet, beautiful, befuddled Sam moves around from beside her date and pushes into Lena’s side, “What is happening?” she whispers, her eyes darting between the blonde and redhead who have entered into a deadly stare down, “because if she keeps this up, she might be my future ex-wife,”

Lena bites her lip and shrugs, rooted in her spot by the icy realization that things may get very ugly, very quickly.

And fuck, why can’t Lena’s life just be normal?

“God, you do this all the time, Kara,” Alex finally erupts in a petulant tone.

Kara huffs and rolls her eyes, “I do not.”

“Okay, fine,” Alex says, setting her hands on her hips and tapping a foot, “Lucy.”

“She was already working with the DEO an-”

“Mon-El.”

“Okay, he was an alien too an-”

“James.”

“Clark had already told him!” Kara exclaims, throwing her hands up.

Lena blinks, doing some quick math in her head, because she only knows one Clark, and if Kara is a reporter, and Clark is a reporter and, “I’m sorry, Clark? As in Clark Kent?”

Somehow both sisters snap yes and no in unison at each other and Lena’s world flips a hundred and eighty degrees when Kara adds, “He’s my cousin.”

OH.

Alex’s hands shoot up to her face, her fingernails leaving angry, red marks and she drags her fingers down, pulling at her cheeks and exposing the whites of her eyes as she lets out a frustrated whine.

Sam’s eyes light up, a suddenly epiphany washing over her as she turns towards Lena, “ Oh , she’s National City’s sweetheart that you fucked in your office.”

“How fucking astute,” Lena grits between her teeth.

“How are you such an idiot?” Alex mumbles under her breath and Kara’s mouth drops open in offense.

“I was in the science guild. I am a genius.”

“Yeah, but on this planet you are a pimple of the ass of stupidity,” Alex snaps as she brings her head down and focuses on her sister with a deathly glare. “Come here,” she says curtly and grabs Kara by the elbow, attempting to lead her out of the room and towards the hallway, but Kara pulls away abruptly.

“No, I’m here for work,” she says glancing towards Lena, “and right now I have an exclusive with Miss Luthor,”

And gulp , hearing her name drip with the formality from Kara’s lips does something to Lena, causing the feeling to settle low in her hips with a distinctive throb of want.

So when Kara pushes away from the bar, and sends her shoulder defiantly into her sister’s as walks by, Lena follows like a thread, reaching out blindly for Kara’s hand as they exit into a side hall, free from the judging looks from Alex (and complete bewilderment from Sam) where they are alone.

“I’m sorry about that,” Kara starts as she turns towards Lena, “she can be an assho-” but Lena won’t, hell , can’t let her finish, because she is already surging forward, lips crashing into Kara’s as she backs her into the far wall of the dim hallway. And okay, yes, Sam was right; call it what you want: affirmation, praise, whatever. This woman has come to Lena’s defense more than most people have in her lifetime in the span of a week, and Lena has melted under the warm, ever-radiating light that is simply Kara.

Lena’s tongue pushes past Kara’s lips and whatever disorientation she may have had by Lena’s bold move is quickly righted when Kara snakes her arm around her waist as her other hand slides roughly over her hip and squeezes her ass.

“Take me somewhere,” Lena husks as she breaks off the kiss, turning slightly in Kara’s arms and pressing her forehead to Kara’s temple. Kara nods as she raises her hand and pulls her glasses down the bridge of nose, surveying their surroundings quickly before jutting her chin down the corridor.

“There’s an empty conference room at the end of the hall,” Kara says in a breathy rush as she turns her head in towards Lena and brushes her nose along her own.

“Then take me,” Lena demands quietly, her hands turning into the fabric of Kara’s collar as she tugs the blonde along after her down the hall, and it is Kara’s turn to follow, dark eyes focused on Lena as she walks backwards towards the door, a hungry smile spreading across her lips. Lena can feel the cool, heavy wood against her back, and she looks over Kara’s shoulder as the blonde reaches out, pressing down the handle to see Sam peeking her head into the hall and giving two very enthusiastic thumbs up as they stumble through the threshold. Kara kicks the door behind them and it shuts with a thunderclap. Her hands are everywhere; on Lena’s hips, in her hair and cupping her face in a fevered kiss that is all lips, tongue and teeth as she backs her into the edge of the conference table in the center of the room.

“I know you said you like slow,” Lena says between kisses, her voice jumping up an octave when Kara’s hands move over her ass and underneath her thighs, hoisting her on to the edge of the table, “but-”

“I can do fast.”

That is the only reply that Lena needs as she wraps her legs around Kara’s lithe waist, her pointed heels digging into the back of strong thighs as she lowers her hands to Kara’s belt buckle. Kara’s mouth drops from her own, focusing instead on the underside of her jaw and Lena can feel the moan that reverberates against her throat when she tugs roughly, sending Kara’s hips forward between her own legs, giving the briefest moment of delicious friction as her hands move to the button and zipper of Kara’s slacks.

And for a moment Lena’s higher brain function returns from between her legs and she raises her hands, gently cupping Kara’s face and leveling her gaze with her own, and she looks as wrecked as Lena’s feels, and maybe now of all times isn’t the time to bring it up, but

“I’m sorry if I made you cross a line earlier with your sister,” Lena confesses quietly, “that wasn’t my intention.”

But Kara is already shaking her head, “ God , no. Not at all. She is a colossal pain in my ass, but I meant what I said and honestly,” Kara drops her head minutely, pressing their foreheads together, keeping her eyes locked with Lena’s and she lets go of a shaky breath, “I don’t think there is a line I wouldn’t cross for you,” she confesses quietly.

It sounds a little bit dangerous, and a lot like love, and Lena’s doesn’t have any words left, so she raises her head, bringing her lips to Kara’s in a soft kiss that grows, open mouthed, wet and hot as she drops her hands, pulling Kara’s shirt free from her slacks and sneaks her hands underneath. She runs blunt fingernails over the muscular plane of the blonde's stomach, swallowing the beautiful sounds that Kara makes in her mouth.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” Kara whispers, raising her hand and capturing Lena’s wrist lightly and guiding her hand slowly down, “how wet you make me,” and Lena readjusts, turning her hand downward as Kara pushes them past the waistband of her underwear together and she feels Kara for the first time.

And fuck, she feels good; slick and warm and Lena becomes singularly focused on making this woman feel as good as she can. Kara’s hand leaves hers and comes up, tangling into her hair, tugging lightly as Lena’s presses finger to her clit and circles before dipping lower and pressing into her entrance, causing Kara’s hips to twitch forward and sending her lips crashing back into her own. Lena drags her finger up slowly before adding another, focusing on tight circles around Kara’s clit. The hand in her hair tightens, and somewhere through the heady fog in Lena’s mind, she swears she hears the sound of fingernails digging into the table, splintering the wood as Kara presses the flats of her teeth against Lena’s lips, her breathing quick and uneven and altogether unraveling under Lena’s touch.

God, it’s intoxicating.

The hand Lena has underneath the blonde’s shirt wanders, brushing the underside of her bra-clad breast before palming it completely. She rolls a stiff nipple between her thumb and finger over the fabric, causing Kara’s hips to buck as she presses her hand more firmly into the table (and yep , that is a twenty thousand mahogany conference table splintering beneath them and Lena could absolutely not care less.)

Kara’s hips begin to roll in tandem with each pass of Lena’s fingers, and she can tell she is close. She slips her hand from underneath Kara’s shirt and over her shoulder, her fingers pressing into the back of her neck as she pulls her close, her lips ghosting over Kara’s, mingling their warm breaths.

“Come for me,” Lena requests gently, and Kara’s head jerks back for a moment and she can see the unabashed bliss on her face as her eyes screw shut and she drops her head to Lena’s shoulder.

“ “ŕħåņ jû şħēđ,” Kara breaths in, turning her head and pressing her lips the side of Lena’s neck, breath hot and ragged as her body stiffens,“ čhåṽɨẳ ớṣh řŕıp”

And Lena can almost feel the words race under her skin as Kara comes hard against her fingers, her hips jerking unevenly with her release as her hand slides from her hair and down her back and around her waist, fingers digging in her hip enough to bruise.

( Jesus fuck , this woman could crack her back like a glowstick and Lena would honestly probably thank her.)

Lena begins to slow her mistrations, easing Kara through the aftershocks of her orgasm and feels the blonde release a shuddering breath against her neck, causing goosebumps to prick up along Lena’s skin. Languid kisses move from her neck to underneath her ear, across the high curve of her cheekbone, to the corner of her mouth and then her lips. Kara lets go of a dreamy sigh, and the hand at her hip slips around her waist, pulling Lena somehow impossibly closer and not close enough.

“Was that my exclusive?” Kara asks a little dazedly, “because if so, I have no notes. Ten’s across the board.”

Lena chuckles, extracting her hand and bringing it up between them and over Kara’s shoulder, interlocking slick fingers as her hands hang loosely just behind her head. Kara presses a chaste kiss to her lips and leans back just enough, and Lena decides that this is her favorite sight so far; Kara, dreamy and soft around the edges with a smile that Lena feels is reserved just for her.

It makes her heart ache in her chest just a little in the best way and Lena doesn’t mind the beat of silence that follows. She doesn’t mind how Kara’s eyes watch her or how she feels completely unguarded.

She doesn’t mind at all because it is the best she has felt.

The most loved she has felt and all the self sabotaging and self deprecating thoughts swirling in her head have fallen uncharacteristically quiet, because maybe, maybe, Kara feels the same.

“Can I ask you a question?” and Kara hums her assent as Lena twirls an errant curl around her finger that has loosened from her ponytail.

“Anything,”

“What did you say? It’s Kryptonian, I assume. But you said the same thing the other night on the phone, and I was just wondering-” Lena trails off before her nerves get the better of her and she starts on a tangent that she can’t stop (and will likely end in a love confession word salad on her end, and yikes, reel in in, Luthor .)

“Oh,” Kara breathes out as she straightens in Lena’s arms, “yeah, it’s a Kryptonian saying, but kinda gets lost in translation. I guess the easiest way to say it would be-”

Then there’s a knock at the door. Because of fucking course there is.

“Kara, open the door,” Alex’s muffled voice comes from the other side, “we have, uh, there’s a problem,”

Kara squeezes her eyes shut as she steps back from Lena’s embrace. Her hands move to her slacks as she unceremoniously begins tucking her shirt back in. Lena slides gracefully from the table and offers some reprieve, hoping to quell Kara’s embarrassment as she helps slip her belt back through her buckle.

“Yeah, gimme a second. Just finishing up.”

“Ugh, gross,” is Alex's only response.

Kara flashes a quick smile as she adjusts her glasses before pressing a quick kiss to Lena’s lips, “One second. I promise,”

“Go,” Lena says with a chuckle, pushing a hand into Kara’s shoulder, “it’s fine,”

Kara turns on her heels and is across the room in a few steps, “Yeah, here I am,” she says as she opens the door to a disapproving frown from her sister.

“I don’t want to know,” Alex relents, raising a hand as her eyes focus on Lena for a brief moment over her sister’s shoulder, “just come here,” she says, grabbing Kara by the wrist and pulling her into the hallway.

She can overhear the sisters arguing; expletives and insults are being thrown, along with what Lena can only assume is Kryptonian.

“What the actual fuck, Kara? You can’t just go around outing yourself as Supergirl at anyone who bats their eyes and flashes a pretty smile at you,” Alex hisses.

“Rao, not this again. I can tell whoever I want! Plus, when do you suddenly care so much about my love life!?”

“When you are literally sleeping with the enemy.”

“Don’t do that,” Kara counters.

“She’s a Luthor.”

“And? She’s not our enemy. Lex is. Lillian is. Lena isn’t. She has never done anything to show me otherwise. I know that disillusioned feeling that comes from your family and the long shadow it can cast. Please believe when I tell you that she isn’t bad. She isn’t the villain you’re trying to make her out to be.”

“ ăøę, you are not that naive,” Alex says in a hushed, petulant tone.

“You’re right. I’m not.”

“So how can you not see how bad of an ide-?”

“Because ķħặħp žhẫớ žħěđ , Alex!”

The beat of silence that follows feels downright sinister, and suddenly that clawing, icy fear that has been lying dormant breaks loose, wedging itselfs in between Lena’s ribs. She wrings her hands together nervously, the room suddenly feeling much smaller than it was; no longer a haven for sweet kisses and quiet confessions. Lena feels trapped.

“Right, well, I hope that all works out for you. But right now I need both of you to come with me,”

“God, you’re such a pain in my ass,” Kara says in some composed, hushed shriek.

“Yeah, it’s what sisters do,” Alex counters, and then, “Andrea is requesting you for an IT consultation, Luthor,”

That piques Lena’s attention and she moves towards the door, pulling it open, “What?”

“Some code error with the VR launch. I don’t know,” Alex huffs, waving her hands down the hall in some feeble attempt to usher Lena along, “can you just-”

“Say please,” Kara cuts in and Lena swears Alex’s eyes could slice through the fabric of space and time itself the way she cuts them towards her sister.

Kara crosses her arms and looks at her sister expectantly and it takes every ounce of Lena’s self control to repress the smug smile itching at her lips.

“ Please,” Alex offers as sweetly as she can through a smile that is all teeth and subdued anger.

Lena composes herself, standing a little taller and dips her head, “Happy to help,” she says just chipper enough to see the redhead’s fist ball up as she walks by. She can hear quick footsteps come up behind her as Kara slips her hand into her own.

“You’re amazing, you know that right?” Kara whispers, pressing a quick kiss to her shoulder as they round the corner, back into the bar, “and your ass looks great in this dress.”

“Thank you, darling,” Lena says, glancing at Kara out of the corner of her eye. A smile breaks across her lips as she comes up beside Sam, shooting her a satisfied wink as she pulls the tablet she is fiddling with away.

“Oh, thank god,” Sam sighs in relief before shifting her attention to Kara, “you look happy,”

Kara rocks up on the balls of her feet and pulls her bottom lip between her teeth before pointing at the bar, “I’m going to get us drinks.”

“I have no idea what I am looking at,” Sam brings her attention back to Lena, “Andrea shoved this thing in my hand and disappeared. Probably off having an aneurysm somewhere.”

Lena swipes through a few lines of angry, red scrolling code before typing in a command causing an error message to appear, “There are two lines of the same code running simultaneously. One is trying to override the other. I’m not sure-”

But that’s when she notices it: three little words that suddenly brings Andrea’s venture into focus just as a server comes by with a tray of what appears to be contact lens cases.

“Friends, innovators,” Andrea’s voice floats from the speakers, “please take this time to get your complementary Obsidian North Platinum lenses. Once you have yours, please insert them with a simple swipe of your thumb and finger over the case and then to your eyes. I assure you there will be no discomfort. Our launch will begin momentarily,”

The lights overhead begin to dim and Lena glances up from the tablet to see Sam reaching out for the silver case and quickly smacks her friend’s hand, “Don’t put those in.”

Sam juts out her bottom lip and drops the case back onto the server's tray just as Kara returns, precariously balancing three drinks, “You look like a wine kinda girl, so a red for you,” she says, offering Sam a wine glass, “nothing for you,” she says cheerfully, moving over her sister as she returns to Sam’s side, causing a sour look to screw up on Alex’s face.

“An apple martini for me and a scotch neat for you,” she says, dropping a kiss to Lena’s cheek, but when she doesn’t move to retrieve her drink, Kara’s voice grows concerned, “Hey,” Kara says quietly, coming up beside Lena and observing the lines of code on the tablet, “what’s going on?”

“Somethings wrong. Look at this,” Lena says, her finger ghosting over one line of code in particular, “my brother is a lot of things; a megalomaniac, an evil genius, but he’s also predictable. See this line of code here? It’s identical to the launch code sequence for Obsidian’s, only this has a nasty malware worm attached to it.”

“ I love Lexi dot exe ,” Kara says, “he’s an alliterative evil genius, I’ll give him that,”

“What’s going on?” Alex interjects, squeezing into Kara’s side, all three of their faces lit up by the tablet.

“Lex is about to hack into Obsidian’s VR and turn every influential celebrity and tech innovator's brain in perpetuity, basically turning them into his human puppets.” Lena answers.

Alex takes a step back, prying the rocks glass from Kara’s hand and throwing her head back, taking the drink in a whole shot. “I think we might be too late,” she says, her hand reaching out as she pushes Sam behind her and taking on a protective stance. Kara and Lena’s heads raise up in unison from the tablet, and shit, this is bad.

Waitstaff, celebrities, rich white men who somehow continue to fail upwards, dozens of pairs of sickly green eyes focus in their direction. The screens above the bar and in each corner of the room flicker, changing over to static for a brief moment before Lex’s face appears.

And honestly, Lena couldn’t care less about what he is droning on about; world domination, his god complex, whatever. They need to get somewhere safe. She lolls her head to the side, motioning towards Kara to the service station beside the bar, a quick escape that puts some distance between themselves and a room full of Lex marionette puppets. Kara nods and ducks down, her hand pressed firmly into Lena’s back as she leads them towards the bar and under the hinged section of the service area with Alex and Sam following closely behind.

“Okay, now what?” Sam hisses, her wine glass jostling in her hand and Lena is half tempted to pull a bottle of Macallan down from the bar and drink away the thought of her potential sororicide at the hands of a Lex-controlled Logan Paul.

God, what an embarrassment.

“Where is he?” Kara questions, “Metropolis? National City?”

Lena raises herself up, peeking over the edge of the bar, her eyes focusing on the TV at the far end of the room.

“No, Metropolis is too predictable, and he’s not stupid enough to be at ground zero in National City.” Lena muses, “Luthor Manor, perhaps?” but that’s when she notices the jagged formation of rocks over her brother’s shoulder.

“He’s in Canada,” Lena deducts, “Mount Norquay. He has a bunker there.”

“Great, so I’ll just-” Kara starts, “No, wait,” Lena cuts in as she ducks back down, “it is a literal fortress in the center of a mountain encased in two feet of lead. It is specifically made to prevent you or your cousin from getting anywhere near him. If it detects any Krypotnian DNA anywhere around it, kryptonite canons drop out of the side of it,”

“Oh great, kryptonite canons,” Alex mocks as she digs her teeth into a bourbon cork, twisting the bottle in her hand and spitting it out, “so you’re ready to risk life and limb for her.”

“That’s it!” Sam erupts, snatching the bottle out of redhead’s hand and taking a long pull from it, “Listen babe, usually I’m all for dumping on Lena, it’s kind of my whole deal as her best friend, but this whole one woman Luthor crusade you’ve got going on,” Sam motions with her hand in Alex’s face, “has got to go. Either get on board with the Luthor and Super thing, or get out of the way, because you’re outnumbered three to one here.”

“I’m not Supergir-” Kara stammers and Sam raises her hand.

“We’re way past that, and those glasses aren’t the disguise you think they are,” Sam says, pointing at Kare before looking back at sheepish Alex, “are you done being an asshole?”

Alex nods and Lena could honestly kiss Sam on the mouth right now. She is a great wingwoman, sure, but she’s even a better friend.

“Right,” Kara redirects her attention back to Lena, “so canons all around the mountain...” she pauses, chewing at her lip for a moment, “I’ll go in from the top,” Kara states casually.

“You just can’t go from the to-” but Lena’s words stutter to a halt, because actually, yeah, she can.

“Holy shit, you can just go from the top,” Lena breathes out, “that is the simplest way.”

“Occam's razor, baby,” Kara says with a smile and a wink that is entirely out of place given the sorta life or death circumstances, even more so with the quick kiss she presses to Lena’s cheek.

“What a stupid fucking design flaw,” Sam quips, cheering her glass to the neck of Alex’s bottle with a sharp clink.

“While I’m after Lex, you need to do whatever you can to disable his code,” Kara says, pulling her hair free from her ponytail, “these people’s lives depend on it.”

Lena purses her lips into a thin line because really does everyone’s life in this room depend on it?

(Maybe a few less billionaires wouldn’t be so bad, present company notwithstanding.)

“Lena,” Kara calls out again as she stands and removes her glasses, causing her suit to materialize down her body; a flurry of navy blues and reds coalescing together (with pants!) until Supergirl stands before her.

And wow, Lena rationally knew that Kara and Supergirl were one and the same, but seeing the transformation firsthand, there is a subtle change in Kara’s demeanor. It reminds Lena of early morning car rides along quiet city streets and abandoned pavement. The way night bleeds into the twilight hours, leaving her with the distinct feeling that despite the roads being the same, they were also somehow different. She can see the change in Kara; the way she stands a little taller, an air of stoicism around her that feels impenetrable. It is truly a sight to behold, and Lena feels as though she has been privy to something private in Kara’s life.

(Also, she’s like really fucking hot , so there’s that.)

Lena clears her throat and stands up alongside Kara, “I should be able to wipe out the code in a few minutes barring any distractions.”

“That might be a little difficult,” Kara states, watching as a sea of sickly green eyes refocus their attention from a babbling, bald Lex on the screens overhead back down to the bar. “Alex can you-”

“Already got it covered,” Alex announces triumphantly as she finishes shoving a dinner napkin into a bottle of Bacardi 151.

"No fires," Kara admonishes and the excited (and tiny bit deranged) look in her sister's eyes diminishes, "especially molotov's."

"Whatever," Alex grumbles and Kara brow deepens into a disapproving line for a fleeting moment before she returns her attention back to Lena. “Three minutes, can you do it in that?”

Lena swipes through a few more lines of code, “I think so, yeah,” she says, glancing up at Kara, who is watching her with a soft look, her eyes crinkling at the corners as though she wants to laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all.

(And Lena kind of wants to, too because why can’t anything just be normal?)

“I know you can,” and Lena, honest to god, believes it as Kara wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her flush against her chest in a quick motion. A strong hand buries into her hair and Lena legitimately tries not to swoon when she feels Kara’s thumb brush just behind the shell of her ear as her lips press against hers in a sure kiss.

“Ew, gross,” Alex bemoans from behind them, somewhere on the sticky bar floor before she is shushed by Sam.

“I’ll be back soon,” Kara says in a hushed voice as she pulls back from their kiss, her arm loosening from around Lena.

“Don’t die,” Alex says as she pops up from the floor.

“Never,” Kara says quietly, eyes set and focused on Lena.

(Lena swears that those nevers are sounding a lot more like forevers , and honestly the feeling coils warmly inside of her in the best way.)

And then Kara is gone with only an accompanying gust of wind left in her place, so Lena gets to work, swiping through line after line of code, deleting some sections, re-writing other sections that she can.

And then a few things begin to happen:

Firstly, the Lex zombies start moving towards the bar, which is a big fucking problem because how is she supposed to get anything done if she’s getting pummeled by Dwayne ‘basically-a-human-wall ’ Johnson?

Secondly, Alex seems to have a solution to this problem, which involves chucking the stocked liquor bottles lining the wall behind them (with luckily a lot less fire) into a very singularly focused, mind controlled crowd.

A few bottles hit their targets; dead center in the chest of a spacesuit-wearing Richard Branson (ugh, get over yourself), a spinning low blow takes out a stiffly shuffling Zuckerburg at the knees (who is looking much less mind controlled and much more ‘walking dead’, something Sam points out and she hurls a handle-sized bottle of Tito’s, almost buzzing the side of Lena’s head with it.)

“My bad!” Sam yells, her hands shooting up in a placating gesture before reaching out and grabbing another bottle quickly, “Think I can nail Elon right between the eyes?” she says, flipping up a bottle of rail gin behind her back and over her shoulder, catching gracefully by the neck.

Lena’s eyes the room before they land on the aforementioned bumbling idiot, “Do it, and you’ve got an all expenses paid trip waiting for you and Alex to wherever you want.”

“You can do it, babe!” Alex yells from somewhere down the bar as she sends a bottle into the face of some NFT monkey tech bro before cracking a beer bottle over the top of a feral looking Ellen DeGerenes’s head.

And Sam, D1 first basemen and two time All Star MVP Samantha Arias of Boston College cocks her arm back and with deadly accuracy sends a bottle directly into the forehead of Elon, sending him stumbling back into the broad chest of a green eyed, seething Dwayne Johnson.

Things happen a little in slow motion after that, because Lena watches as Elon wobbles unsteadily on his feet, tapping the heel of his palm into the side of his head (in some feeble attempt to jump start his brain, yeah right ) where one of the contacts has fallen out, leaving only one of his eyes Luthor Green™ . He struggles with himself, one half of his body reaching out towards Lena as he spits aggressive, nonsensical words out of the side of his Lex-controlled mouth while the other half of his body flails, clearly setting on the flight aspect of his consciousness rather than the fight.

Lena also wiped out Lex’s virus twenty-six seconds ago, and with Alex and Sam clearly having things under control (and maybe the time of their lives taking out billionaires like they are playing carnival games), she can bide her time for a moment or two until Kara returns and leans casually against the bar.

Her finger twitches over the blinking command button on the tablet as she watches Elon get hoisted up, his pale arm thrown over the jacked shoulder summit of a mountain of a man and immediately Rock Bottomed ™  through hors d'oeuvres table.

Lena finally sends the command after that, wiping out the virus and shutting down the Obsidian platform just as Kara returns, Lex clinging to her like a bald, half frozen koala bear.

“Oh, Clark is going to be so pissed,” Alex chortles as she comes around the bar's corner and stands in front of her sister.

“So pissed,” Kara says, peeling a wide eyed and terrified Lex Luthor off her side, “he may have taken a quick tour through the stratosphere and experienced some turbulence.”

“Y-o-ouu d-d-rroo-pped m-meee tw-wenn-ty thoou-saaand f-e-e-e-e-t,” Lex chatters through his teeth and Kara rolls her eyes as she shoves him down into a chair.

“You’re fine. Stay there,” she says poignantly, shifting her attention to Lena. “Care for a lift home?”

“Oh, is this another ‘ night-cap-at-the-office’ kind of lift home?” Sam cuts in, air quoting her way through the sentence with a wry smile on her face.

Kara takes a step closer and brings her hand up, pushing a few strands of hair behind her ear, and yes, please, Lena would absolutely like a lift home. Home to where she can pull Kara into bed; where she can spend time worshiping every available inch of naked flesh and fall asleep in strong arms, and with the smile Kara is giving her, it is clear she is sharing the same thought.

“No,” Alex barks. “No night caps, no lifts home. None of that,” Alex motions in a flurry with her hands, “Do you know how much paperwork we need to do,” she says, motioning towards Kara and then over the bar at Sam and Lena.

Oh, the collective we, and Lena cringes a little.

“Care for a lift to the DEO then?” Kara amends, looking a little crestfallen and Lena kind of wants to kiss the pout off her lips.

Lex looks between Supergirl and Lena, and Lena barely has time to roll her eyes before her brother opens his mouth, all chattering enamel and a snarl.

“Yoo-ou’re f-f-fuucking the a-llllien?”

By the time Lena is touching back down on the patio of her penthouse, the first rays of sunlight are starting to creep and glimmer over the horizon; fading away the midnight blues and purples into a soft pink.

(Also, how does she get those covert government lawyers? Sure, her hand is almost gnarled from the stack of papers she had to sign and her mascara may be running to the point she looks like a racoon, but she is about to dump her retainer of overpaid attorneys because those NDA’s were so ironclad, Lena won’t be breaking them in her next three lifetimes.)    

“We really need to stop having our evenings end like this,” Lena says, and Kara chuckles.

“I agree, but I can’t say I don’t enjoy the company.”

Lena smiles at that, because hell, no complaints here, and glances down to her hands, pulling at her fingers as an idea suddenly pops into her head.

Because things have moved at lightspeed this far, and maybe they have done this all backwards, but Lena can see where this thing between them is headed.

So, she may as well keep her foot on the gas.

“Are you free on the last Friday of this month?” Lena asks, finally summoning the courage to lift her gaze back to Kara. “It’s the annual LCorp gala, and I’d love for you to come.”

There, she asked Supergirl out on a proper date. An official date.

“Oh,” Kara breathes out, and her mouth moves like maybe she wants to speak, but ends up gawking for a moment, “yeah. Totally. Do you want me to talk with your head of security, do a perimeter check an-”

Lena shakes her head, laughing to herself, “No, Kara. I don’t want the Cat Grant special. I want you to go with me. As my date. Officially.” “Oh,” Kara’s eyes grow wide as she moves, scooping Lena up in a solid, warm hug. “OH! Rao, yes. Of course. Duh . Absolutely.”

Lena could honestly float away, and when her feet land back on the ground, she believes she may have for a moment.

“So, uh,” Kara wavers quietly, pulling back, but keeping her arms loosely around Lena’s midsection, “officially, huh? I like the sound of that.”

Lena tucks her head underneath Kara’s chin, nuzzling against her collarbone and the warm fabric of her suit. “Me too.”

“I really want to stay,” Kara says, a hitch of disappointment in her voice, “but I have to get back. Still need to prep Lex for transport. Still need to fill out more paperwork.”

“Still need to gloat to Clark,” Lena adds, her arms snaking around Kara’s waist and squeezing a little tighter.

“God, so much gloating,” Kara says, stepping back from Lena’s embrace. Her feet leave the ground, and she rises slowly, beautiful and backlit by the rising sun.

“Kara, wait,” Lena says quickly, capturing Kara's hand before she can leave and drift off into the early morning; before Lena loses the nerve to string together this half baked love struck thought in her MENSA certified genius brain.

"You, uh-, never told me what you said. What it meant, I mean. The translation of.. what.. you said."

( Oh , there she goes with those words again, all idiotic and tricky and somehow sticking to the roof of her mouth.)

Kara smiles gently down at her and nods, and without so much as a twitch of Lena's fingers, floats slowly and effortlessly back to her, like she is tethered to Lena by some invisible string. The tips of her boots touch down and she comes to a graceful stop just in front of Lena, and honestly who can blame her for reaching out and ghosting her fingers over the edge of the crest Kara wears proudly. Her hair is a cascade of golden hues and ultraviolet with her back to the sun, and Lena is having a difficult time understanding how one person can look this stunning after thwarting one of her brother’s exhausting attempts at world domination and capturing him, because Lena is pretty sure her makeup is half scrubbed off and her hair is flying out in about seventy million different directions and she just overall looks like a mess (and kind of feels like one too.)

“On Krypton it was an oath usually reserved for a union between houses, sometimes through an alliance, but usually through marriage,” Kara says, slipping her hand into Lena’s before quickly amending, “not that I’m asking you to marry me, because that would be, like, fast. Like, really fast, and I haven’t even taken you out to dinner yet, and then adds with a wink, “I mean, we just became official.”

“It’s usually customary on this planet to take someone out to dinner before a marriage proposal,” Lena agrees, running her thumb over the back of Kara’s knuckles. “But with all things considered, I’d really like to see where this goes.”

“Yeah, me too,” Kara smiles, and then adds, “But, yeah, ŕħåņ jû şħēđ čhåṽɨẳ ớṣh řŕıp, I guess the easiest translation would be something like above all others, only for you.”

Lena blinks, her mind coming to a halt; the gears grinding, emergency stop kind of halt.

“For me?” Lena says with a hushed awe, like the words are too fragile to fit her mouth around. Because who has ever wanted to keep Lena like an oath? Certainly not her family. Hell, barely even the public. But this woman; this woman from the stars wants to and Lena can barely contain the warmth taking up residence in her chest and it may honestly consume her, this white hot love.

“Yeah, you,” Kara says quietly, surely, like it is the most obvious thing in the world, “just you.”

Tears prick at Lena’s eyes and she has never felt so dismantled by quiet words and so whole in a breath.

And that’s enough; just her.

[god-has-entered-my-body]

aloe vera and sage xx

sage - what ‘medium’ of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is?

music definitely, the reason why is a bit stupid but i'm going deaf slowly and i just want to appreciate the amount of time i have left where i can listen to everything and anything a truly experience the sound and lyrics and production without more aid than i already need. i've accepted it but it still stings a tiny bit

aloe vera - what is something (mundane) in life you want to experience?

buy things without frantically checking my bank account to see if i have enough. just have money not really be an issue for me, be able to get food without, essentially, saving up for it

[rxmqnova]

Romanoff's baby sister

Y/N: 6 years old Nat: 32 years old Story: Nat and Yelena have a little sister… ——————————————————

NATASHA'S POV If you told me a few months ago I'll be taking care of a child, I wouldn't believe you. Are you asking how did I get into this situation?

Well… after taking down the Red Room and going through all the Red Room files, one little girl caught my attention. Y/N Romanoff, Natasha Romanoff's biological sister. Since my biological mother was killed by Dreykov, I guess she must be from my biological father's side. However, it doesn't change the fact that I have a little sister.

Yelena, Y/N and I have been staying in a safe house for a few days to explain Y/N everything. But we're taking her to the compound for the first time today. I haven't told the others about having a little sister, except my girlfriend of course. Y/N knows everything about everyone though, Yelena just spilled her everything.

"Excited to go home?" I ask the little demon, helping her to get dressed.

"Yes! I can't wait to meet the spider-boy. I saw him on TV the other day! He's so cool!" Y/N squeals excitedly which makes me chuckle.

"You're about to meet all the superheroes and you're excited about that annoying kid?" Yelena asks, rolling her eyes.

"Yes! And I'm excited to meet Natty's wife" Y/N says with a huge smile.

"Wife? When did I get married?" I playfully ask, raising an eyebrow. "Lena said you had a wife" Y/N says, pointing at Yelena.

"Oh Lena said… Honey, I'm not married. Wanda's my girlfriend, we are dating" I quickly explain, booping her nose before sitting the kid on my hip. "Ready, детка?" I ask, receiving a nod, so all three of us head to the compound. (baby)

Y/N's POV I'm so happy that Natty and Lena are my sisters! They are so cool! Especially Natty when she does that cool superhero pose. Lena keeps making fun of it, but I think it's pretty cool!

"That's huge!" I gasp, looking at the huge building in front of us.

"It is, so you gotta stay with me or you might get lost, got it?" Natty gives me a stern look. I nod before burying my head into the crock of her neck. I play with her ear piercings while she's walking towards that huge building. When I get older, I'll definitely get some too, it's so cool!

"You're here" Some woman says. I look up to see a brunette woman, walking towards us. That must be Natty's wife? Or girlfriend? I don't know what they are.

Either way she gives my sister a kiss which I don't like at all. I've never seen anyone kiss before.

"Ew. Natty, no" I tell my sister, making her and the brunette laugh.

"Y/N/N, this is my girlfriend Wanda. Wands, this is my baby sister Y/N" Natty says.

"Natty, I'm not a baby" I tell her with a pout, crossing my arms. I'm 6 years old, not a baby!

"Oh. Sorry, big girl" Natasha chuckles.

"I'm so happy to meet you, Y/N/N" Wanda smiles.

"I'm happy to meet you too!" I give her a smile back. I can't wait to see her doing the cool magic Lena told me about.

"How about some food now, hm? That little tummy of yours must be hungry" Natasha says, tickling my tummy which makes me laugh.

"Can we have mac&cheese? Lena said it's really good" I ask. I also want to try ice-cream and so many other stuff.

"Sweetheart, I-" Wanda starts, but Yelena cuts her off.

"No, no. Baby sister said she wants mac&cheese, so we're having that. Come on" Lena takes me from Natasha and all of us walk to a room that seems to be the kitchen.

Yelena sits me on the counter, already searching through all the drawers.

"Yelena, I already cooked spaghetti and meatballs for Y/N. How about having mac&cheese for tomorrow's lunch?" Wanda asks.

"Yay! I want spaghetti and meatballs!" I cheer. I also heard that's good and Natty told me that Wanda is the best cook!

"Traitor" Lena mumurs and walks away.

"But Wanda said we could have mac&cheese tomorrow, Lena" I remind my sister.

"Don't mind her, детка. She'll be fine" Natty says, lifting me up again. (baby)

"Did you and Wanda adopt a child?" Someone asks.

"That's my sister, Tony" Natty says to someone from the crowd of people that are watching us.

"Sister? You never mentioned other sister than Yelena" Another man says.

"It's all kinda new. But Y/N's my biological little sister" Natty says.

"Which one of you is the spider-boy?" I ask impatiently.

"Me… but it's… it's Spiderman" A boy says.

"You are not ugly… I though you're wearing the mask because you're ugly" I say, tilting my head in confusion and making the others laugh. "But I saw you on TV yesterday and you're so cool!"

"Yup. That's definitely a little Romanoff" Another man says.

"Can I get food now please? I'm hungry" I ask nicely.

"Of course, honey. I'm on it" Wanda says, giving me a smile.

Natty tells me everyone's name meanwhile, because even though I knew everything about them, I didn't know how they look.

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"So? What do you think?" Natty asks as she puts one of her shirts on me. She made me to take a bath before bed.

"It looks funny" I laugh, looking at myself in the mirror.

"We didn't think that through with the clothes, did we?" She chuckles. "I guess we gotta go shopping tomorrow"

"Will Wanda come with us?" I ask with a smile. I really like her.

"Sure. We gotta ask her first, but I think she'll be happy to" Natty smiles. "But now it's really late, you should go to sleep"

"But I want to say goodnight to Lena and Wanda" I pull out my puppy eyes.

"Alright" She sighs, but smiles.

Natty lifts me up, carrying me out of the room. I rest my head on her shoulder while she's walking to find Lena and Wanda.

Once I say goodnight to both and get my forehead kisses, Natty takes me back to her bedroom. She lays me down on the bed and lays down next to me, so I cuddle up to her immediately.

"Sweet dreams, детка" Natty whispers, kissing my forehead. (baby)

"Night night, Natty" I mumble, almost asleep already.

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Don't know how this came to my mind…

Part 2

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WIFEY. | EPISODE SEVEN (7.2)

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[LENA PULLS UP, MAX GETS IN THE CAR]

(MAX): …Thanks.

(LENA): Don’t worry about it.

(MAX): Okay…I just. I feel weird and I realised that you’re the only person I know who would probably be free? Also you didn't have to drive? I'm glad you did but-

(LENA): I said it’s fine Max. I don’t do public transport anyway.

(MAX): That’s the worst thing you’ve ever said to me.

(LENA): I don’t think that’s true.

(MAX): …Can I play some music?

(LENA): Connect your phone to my bluetooth. No Charli XCX or any of that computer pop shit.

(MAX): If you hate me then say that.

(LENA): My car, my rules.

(MAX): Ew.

[rachelsfav-queer]

Never gonna forget the time a Lena anti came into my replies, thinking it’d be a safe space for them to have an opinion lmaooooo

LENA THEY COULD NEVER MAKE ME HATE YOU!!!

To make it even funnier, they were shipping Kara and Mon-El like WHAT?!? Mon-Ew was all the bad shit you think about Lena, and worse, without the years of trauma and abuse to explain why he acted that way. Guy was walking-talking white male privilege and you genuinely think he was a better choice for Kara, be so serious rn oh my gods