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At least I got you in my head (5)
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Summary: Abby is straight. And then you move in with her.
Tags: modern au, fem!reader, straight!abby (she is doing some comphet bullshit), pining, idiot in love and it's abby, reader is gay and tired.
Notes: sexual themes (not with Abby), Vi from Arcane is here to make you feel better. You and Abby make decisions that rub the wrong way. Mention of reader having a complicated skin care routine that Abby doesn't understand. Also, the girl in the end is Kara Danvers from supergirl; she is never described/mentioned.
Taglist: @abbyily @lillysbigwilly @gravygranules @blairfox04 @frogtits1 @ccinnamongrl @ninazenuk @urmomsgirlfriend1 @sunkissedbibi @couchgarbage @nil-eena @inlovewithelliewilliams @st4rluvrr @mai5mai @machetegirl109 @azelmawrites (if you want me to tag/untag you for the whole series dm me please)
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Yoon Jiwoo was a little scary, but you liked how reserved she was: she didn't ask you for anything, didn't try to get to know you deeply, just polite small talk and a few jokes. Instead of coffee she asked you to come and help her with dinner, and you agreed, fully understanding the implications.Â
The implication number one: your chin covered in her slick while she mewled above you and tugged on your hair.Â
The implication number two: you sprawled out on her bed, shaking after the second orgasm.Â
She was teasing you a lot, which wasn't something you necessarily liked in bed, but it suited her so you rolled with it (not like you had a choice, pinned under her).Â
Jiwoo kissed you goodbye and you went home at 1 am on Sunday, feeling a little better.
Like your world wasn't spinning around Abby, like you could start moving on and be happy while living with the best roommate you could wish for. There were other girls, available girls, and you didn't have to suffer. Were you available though? Well, not yet. But eventually your feelings would go away, you were sure of it.Â
When you came home you expected Abby to be asleep already - you told her you'd be late - but she was in the living room, playing Doom, frowning in concentration as she eviscerated her enemies. She looked good like this, in her grey sweats and muscle tee, her braid resting on her shoulder. Fuck, why were you like that? You just fucked someone, weren't you supposed to fantasise about Jiwoo right now and not drool over your roommate? Jiwoo had great arms too, and she was hot too, and she was the one to fuck you.
God you really were too deep in it if Abby in muscle tee was more exciting than literal orgasms.
You took a breath to calm yourself down and knocked on the door frame, careful not to scare Abby with your presence. She looked up and paused the game, taking her headphones off. She looked a little tired and you knew she wasn't supposed to be up this late.Â
"Hey. Why are you not in bed yet?" You sat next to her on the couch, your knee touching her thigh.Â
"Was waiting for you." Abby murmured and rubbed her neck. "I wanted to make sure you'd come home safe."
Fuck you and how caring you are, you thought desperately. Jiwoo also told you to text her when you'd be home, why weren't you thinking of this? Why weren't you texting her right now?Â
"Well, I am." You smiled a little. "You should go to sleep, Abby. You'll be grumpy in the morning."
"Yeah. Are you hungry? I made pasta."
"You can't do this to me, seriously." You said dramatically and let Abby guide you to the kitchen.
She heated up the food for you and made herself tea after you gave her shit for wanting to drink coffee at 1am.Â
"How was it?" Abby asked politely and you tensed.Â
"Great."Â
"Just great?" Abby laughed kindly.Â
"Yeah, well. Stress relief is stress relief." You chuckled, not really understanding why Abby was curious about your sex life.Â
It hurt a little, that while you hooked up with Jiwoo to get Abby out of your system, she was now trying to make small talk about it.Â
Abby must've noticed your reluctance, because her teasing grin fell.
"Sorry, I'm so used to Ellie waxing poetry about her hookups so for some reason I expected you to do that too." Abby smiled sheepishly.Â
"Oh, don't worry. I just don't kiss and tell, you know. Unless you want a crush course in lesbian sex." You winked, curious if you'd make her shy, and yeah, Abby's cheeks were just slightly pink.
"I mean, Ellie talks so much about girls I feel like I could give you a crush course."
You laughed: bantering with Abby was easy and familiar and you felt a bit better, and not in love at all. Just two gals being pals.Â
You were lying in your bed and you couldn't fall asleep as you were going back to this weekend. You felt like the whole hookup with Jiwoo was just some kind of revenge, a knee jerk reaction to Abby breaking your little air castles where you two were in love and happy together. You told Cait you wouldn't use other people to get over Abby, but even though the thing with Jiwoo was mutually beneficial, it didn't make you feel any better. Especially since it only gave you relief that lasted until you came home.Â
It was a bad idea to begin with and now you regretted it a little. The sex was great, and you had a lot of fun, but the motivation behind it made you question your choice. You had to deal with your hurt before you tried to weave other people into it.Â
It was Monday and you decided it was time for plan B: get distracted by getting another student. Work was good, work meant mind exercises and money. Usually you'd get recommended by your previous students, but sometimes your professors would ask you to help someone out, and today was the day when you got lucky.Â
Your professor caught you in the corridor while you were walking to your next class and you got scared at first - did you miss an assignment and were losing your points?
"I gave your number to one of my students, she is smart but she had to miss a lot of classes. She needs to pass the test at the end of November, can you help her?"
"Yeah, of course." You nodded politely.
"Thanks." Your professor patted you on the shoulder and hurried to her next class. God, she was always running like a headless chicken and you adored that chaotic energy in her. She was a very talented teacher, she asked for a lot, but she always gave second chances, so if this girl got her to let her improve her grade, then you'd do your best to help her.Â
Also, you thought as you watched the hottest fucking person walk through the doors of the library on Wednesday afternoon, you'd have to do your best and keep it in your pants.Â
She was built very similar to Abby, the same defined arms and wide shoulders, and she had tattoos. Her nose was pierced and even the bright pink hair looked organic.Â
Even the way she walked was hot - Abby was always commanding, and your new student (she was bee lining to your table) walked confidently, like she didn't fucking care and like she knew she was hot.Â
Oh this one wasn't straight. No straight girl had the same energy as her. No, this kind of confidence came from wanting to attract a different kind of attention, the attention straight girls didn't seek and didn't need.Â
You sat more straight in your seat as the girl came closer, and for some reason you expected her to be cocky, but she smiled at you and you melted.Â
"Hi. You are (y/n)?" You nodded and the girl sat next to you. "I'm Vi."
"Nice to meet you." You said, trying to play it cool. Not only she was hot as fuck, she also seemed sweet? "Prof said you need to pass the test?"
"Yeah. I need at least B on this, and I don't understand a thing." Vi chuckled. "I read at home, but it all sounds fucking insane."
You laughed.
"Which part? I bet it's Kant."
"More like cunt if you ask me." Vi mumbled and you laughed again.Â
"Okay. Let's start from the beginning and then Kant will make more sense later on. Are you going to have only western philosophy on your test or do we need to cover everything?"
"I think it's only western."Â
You put your professional face on and tried to ignore how hot Vi was as best as you could, but judging by her little knowing smirk she was fully aware of her affect on you - though you didn't really mind. She was hot and sweet and made you feel something else except fucking sadness and desperation.Â
Maybe you could get both distractions this time, you thought as Vi smiled at you and looked a little lower than what would be considered friendly.Â
This week Abby spent way too invested in talking to Owen. They texted regularly and Abby found herself checking her phone every five minutes. He excited her: Abby liked his attention and his jokes, and it didn't happen often to her. Boys were more annoying than enjoyable, so when she'd meet a guy who was actually cool she tried not to pass the opportunity.Â
And now when she was spending so much time on Owen she didn't get her weird panics around you anymore. Abby still enjoyed cuddling with you and talking to you, but now she felt safe to do that, when she had an outlet to deal with her loneliness. She could cuddle you and then go to Owen to get her healthy fix of sex and intimacy.Â
Not that Abby planned to, but knowing she had an escape made her feel more confident, as if she separated her affectionate side from her lonely horny side.Â
from: (y/n)
r u home?
can you meet me downstairs?
I need help
Abby locked her phone and went to the hallway to put her doc martens and a coat - the third week of October wasn't really warm. She quickly made her way downstairs, a little worried about what you needed help with.��
You were standing in front of the stairs with two big plastic bags and Abby just stared at you.
"You okay?" She asked with doubt. Why did you buy two full bags of groceries? Why did you even go without her when it was her job to do all the heavy lifting in the house? "You should've called me."
"I didn't plan to go grocery shopping, I just wanted to buy the cookies, but I spiralled." You shrugged. "Can you help me carry them?"
Abby took all the bags, not letting you touch them at all even when you protested ("equal labour, come on" "you're hunched in your chair 24/7 you have the back of a grandma, chill"). You made light small talk while you went upstairs, Abby told you about her classes and how annoyed she was with some of them: she liked to bitch about stuff with you because you bitched right back without trying to cheer her up. You just understood Abby's need to vent.
Abby took her shoes off and went to the kitchen so she could start unloading the bags. You were still shuffling in the hallway when she opened the bag and stared into the inside.
"What the fuck?" Abby mumbled as she looked over the whole bag filled with her favourite protein bars.Â
By that point you came to the kitchen and had the audacity to look like you didn't understand why Abby was shocked.
"Oh, yeah. They were on sale."Â
Abby stared at you.Â
"So you bought the whole aisle?"
"You burn through them like they're made of oxygen, come on." You said, embarrassed, and Abby laughed.Â
"You're insane." Abby chuckled and came closer, holding your face in her warm hands so she could pepper your face with small kisses.
"Thanks." Kiss. "You're ridiculous." Kiss. "I l-"Â
Abby's words got stuck in her throat: she couldn't finish this sentence. She didn't know why, but it felt like she meant something way different from what it was supposed to mean between friends. It didn't seem like you've noticed, so Abby kissed your forehead and moved away, making herself pay attention to your pleased face instead of wallowing in her anxiety.Â
"Did you really get the whole aisle?"
"I took every pack they had, yes. It was on sale, pretty good deal if you ask me."Â
"Whatever you say mathematician." Abby chuckled and helped you put other groceries in their place.Â
She couldn't stop herself from smiling: you cared. You remembered small things about her the same way she remembered small things about you (she made sure to buy you your favourite cookies every time she was shopping), and it was so warming. She felt her heart grow with l-Â
Why couldn't she use this word for you? God, she thought she was over her stupid panic. It was okay to love her friends. It was okay.Â
Maybe she should hook up with Owen again.Â
Vi asked you to come to her place for your fourth lesson - she had training before and she would have been late for the lesson if she had to go to the library from there. You didn't mind so you put your books into your bag and went over to her place.Â
Vi told you she lived with her younger sister, and you saw the pictures around the apartment: it seemed like bright hair was a theme here.Â
Vi's room was a little bigger than yours, and was surprisingly aesthetic with decor. There were a lot of drawings ("my sister drew them") and her table was kinda cluttered, but she quickly freed some space so you could put your books somewhere.Â
Being in Vi's room made you tingle. It was obvious to both of you how attractive you found each other, and you couldn't shake the thought she invited you for a different reason with the amount of tension between the two of you.
You were sitting pretty close, her strong jean-clad thigh pressed against yours, but you tried to not pay attention to it and focus on the lesson. So far Vi's been an excellent student, not shy to ask you the same question as many times as she needed, getting to the bottom of it no matter what. Sometimes you had to change your usual explanation so Vi would understand, and putting your brains to work made you feel good.
"Okay, okay, I've got it. Fucking mental gymnastics." Vi sighed as she wrote her answer on a test sample. "Check."
You read her answer and smiled: it was perfect.Â
"Good job." Viâs eyes lit up.
"I want a reward." Vi said and you chuckled before picking up your pen and writing a good job with a star on her paper.Â
"Good enough?" Vi chuckled at this and moved closer to you, putting her elbow on the table to support herself. "Something else?" You were teasing her, you knew, but you were so curious how itâd play out.
"Yeah, I have a better idea." She murmured as she moved her face closer to yours, waiting for you to give her green light. You smiled and moved closer, enjoying her wide eyes and a pleased smirk.Â
Vi kissed you and you lost your breath for a moment, shocked by how gentle and tentative she was. She was sweet, god she was sweet. If it wasn't for one stupid straight blonde in your life you could have fallen in love with Vi just from the way she kissed.Â
You moved away, feeling guilty: you didn't really know what Vi wanted from you, and she didn't deserve to be fucked over because you were an idiot who was in love with their roommate.
"Hey-hey. Wait a second."
"Did I misread the situation?" Vi asked, worried, searching your face for an answer.Â
"No. But I'd like to know what you want from this, so we could be on the same page."
"I just think you're hot."
"Nothing serious?"
"No?" Vi looked like she was scared she'd hurt your feelings with her words, but you only sighed in relief.
"Good. Because I think you're hot too." Vi smirked at this and kissed you again, holding your neck with her palm as she stroked your jaw with her thumb. "Is this why you asked me to come here today?"
"No." Vi laughed as she squeezed your hips and moved you to her lap, pressing you closer. God she was strong. "But now I think past me was a genius."
You chuckled and kissed her again, burying your fingers in her soft hair as she pushed her hands under your shirt. Vi sighed into your mouth and you smiled while your hips started to live their own life, grinding against Vi. You were stupidly turned on by how strong and sweet she was, so careful with how she touched you, as if you were not a one night stand but the love of her life.Â
"You're gentle." You commented when Vi carefully placed you on the bed.
"I get that a lot." Vi grinned and you rolled your eyes playfully. "Tell me what you want."Â
You smiled at that and tugged her shirt off, staring hungrily at her abs and tattoos. She looked like she could destroy you and put you back together and your stomach burned while your eyes went dark with desire.Â
"Fuck me.â
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âYou sure you donât want to come?â You asked and Abby snapped out of watching you get ready in front of the mirror. Abby came to chill out in your room as you went through your wardrobe to find something thatâd work for a Halloween party.Â
âIâm not feeling it.â What Abby actually meant: Owen was getting a little too aggressive with his attempts to ask her out and she didnât want to run into him.
âWell, you know how they say, you just need to come and the mood will come too.â
âNo, really, I just want to stay home today. But you have fun, youâve been working the whole week, you need it.â
Youâve been coming home late the past few days, having more lessons than usual, and Abby felt bad for you. At least you seemed to be in a good mood most of the time, more relaxed and happy than the previous week, and Abby was glad the amount of work wasnât taking a toll on you.
âThanks, Abby.â You smiled in the mirror and Abby smiled back. She couldnât look away from you, a little fascinated by your little rituals with all the skin care products you were using. Sometimes she asked you questions about especially weird things she saw in your hands, but otherwise she stayed quiet and just watched you.Â
Abby never really was a girly girl, with no desire to learn how to apply makeup or to wear skirts, and when she was a teenager a lot of people liked to tell her if she didnât get more feminine sheâd never find a boy, because boys liked everything she didnât. And listen, she tried. She even learned how to use eye liner, but when she looked at herself in the mirror she felt like a clown, and she decided the potential boy in her life wasnât worth trying to become someone she wasnât. But even if Abby herself didnât care about doing girly things, she liked watching other girls do their magic: how Ellie painted her nails black, how Nora did her hair, how you applied god knows how many creams/essences on your face. It was calming to her.Â
âSo, what are you going for?â Abby nodded at the bunch of clothes on your bed.
âThe laziest vampire on earth.â You sighed. âYou know, all black, some sunglasses to look like an asshole. We still have cranberry juice, right? Iâll pretend itâs blood.â
âWow, thatâs bad.â Abby laughed.
âWell I canât come in my usual clothes, that would be even worse. Iâll try to look like the lack of effort was a choice and you know what? Iâll look hot doing it.â
âYou definitely will.â Not that Abby understood anything in womenâs hotness, but hey. She met girls who made her head turn, so.. Listen, she didnât know where she was going with this thought. All girls were pretty, okay. It was the universal truth, what was the point of thinking she didnât know when women were hot, she wasnât a blind idiot.Â
Abby walked you out of the door with a promise youâd call her if anything happens and a kiss on the forehead.Â
from: Owen
Are you out tonight?
Fuck, Abby thought. Fuck-fuck-fuck. If sheâd say she was home heâd definitely ask to come over, and lying was pointless. Abby stared at her phone once more. But what if sheâd want to hook up with him later? Fuck. This shit shouldnât have been so complicated.Â
Well. She could lie in a different way.
to: Owen
sorry, Iâve got a fever so I stayed home
That was so stupid and hardly believable, but Abby didnât want to deal with Owen right now. Or ever.Â
Thankfully he left her on read and Abby sighed in relief before going to the living room to finish the next level in Doom. It took her a few hours after she fell down to death a bunch of times, missing the right moment to jump from one stupid pillar to another. And the boss at the end of the level was pretty hard, so when she finally beat him it was close to 2:30 am.Â
Abby tidied the living room and then took a shower, her eyes hurt a little after staring at the screen for so long. She came back to her room and cautiously checked her notifications in fear Owenâd drunk-text her, but instead there was a text from you.
from: (y/n)
Im w a girlÂ
Abby stilled as she read your text, her heart squeezing in pain that she didnât understand. Was she jealous? But she just turned Owen down, so it couldn't be right. Abby shook her head as if itâd shake the thoughts out of her head and quickly got ready for bed - she hoped to fall asleep before youâd come home with a girl.
It seemed like the universe hated her that night, because when she felt she was finally falling asleep, relieved she wouldnât hear you coming home, the front door clicked open.Â
Abby shut her eyes and tried not to listen to any sounds: to be fair, she didnât hear anything until your bedroomâs door was shut. She didnât want to think about what was happening in your bedroom, but then she heard it.Â
You were clearly trying to be quiet, but one of your whimpers was too loud. Abbyâs ears rang and her heart started beating faster from anxiety. Despite herself her head got filled with pictures of some random girl touching you. Abby wanted to barf, wanted this girl out of your bedroom, wanted to fucking rip her arms off for making you sound like that.Â
Abby took a deep breath and sat on the bed, her ears tuned to your bedroom - it seemed like you noticed your mistake and got quieter, but Abby didnât need you to make any more sounds to feel absolutely sick, her brain conveniently showing her how you were being fucked right now.
Abby huffed in disgust and stilled suddenly, noticing her emotions. She was disgusted? Fucking hell she was.Â
You were having sex next door and Abby was so disgusted and angry she wanted to break something. She felt guilty, because you didn't deserve this, you didn't do anything bad, but Abby couldn't shake her feelings and her unbearable fantasies off.
Abby took another deep breath and grabbed her headphones, determined to force herself into sleep, even if she couldn't breathe properly from her awful feelings.
And Abby would have to be nice in the morning, wouldn't she?
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broooo thank GOD your talking about grindledore. Like they were the one who got me into the Marauders (and fandom in general!). They were everything to 12 yo me. Iâve been neglecting them for years and now youâve awoken an age old beast thatâs just filled to the brim with grindledore and shitty amvs.
anyways this is just a long winded way of saying I really love that your into them and would love to know your head cannons on them <3. (I am kicking my feet and giggling)
GRINDELDORES UNITE !!!!!!!
me and kara have been going crazy over them .. we watched dumbledores secrets the other day and weâre watching the other two this week đ¤ so hereâs some of mine and karaâs yapping in neat little bullet points !!
neither one of them is good and neither one of them is bad. they both become leader figures for the oppossing sides (good and evil) out of pure spite and pride, refusing to back down. itâs canon that grindelwald regretted everything, and itâs canon that albus tells harry that heâs not a good man/and is power hungry. THEY COULDVE MET IN THE MIDDLE !!!!!! INSTEAD OF FEELING BETRAYED !!!! but they were so young and so ambitious and passionate and they were going to change the WORLD
i think that. if they had met in the middle / if weâre talking a canon divergence. they wouldve just continued to be a little morally fucked up, albus would become a professor but not headmaster, gellert wouldve been his creepy mysterious husband, and they wouldve just continue to experiment with dark arts on the weekends behind closed doors (<- and also. for sexual reasons)
since weâre talking hcâs. aint no way albus didnt use the blood pact trying to strangle him if he even so much as thought of hurting grindelwald while wanking. so jot that down
i also think they wouldve been a better support system for harry together ⌠albus is too reckless and doesnât communicate or talks in fucking infuriating riddles and i think gellert is the only one who can sort of see through him and properly understand him. i think albus often wishes gellert were there whenever he had to make difficult decisions. gellert is canonically his equal, and albus misses him like a lung and can never tell anyone because gellert is the one he has to defeat.
i believe gellert wanted albus to save him during their last battle. he gives up so easily, doesnât fight back just because his plan was revealed ? stupid. he wanted albus to save him. âi was never your enemy, not then not nowâ
also. âwho will love you now, dumbledore?â lots of people will. lots of people love and respect albus but NO ONE KNOWS HIMMMMM. the only two people who actually really know him is his brother who can barely stand to look at him and his first love whose locked up in nurmengard. and if i said albus is a lily evans variant . what then. never actually being seen . always cursed to be the saviour while harbouring so many complicated and dark urges .
we also talked about ^ the canon divergence and how gellert would be such an exasparated husband. everyone loves albus. gellert isnât capable of being pleasant in the same way albus is pleasant. albus is able to blend in and make people like him, gellert was expelled from durmstrang and is a downright cunt who wont put in an effort to be liked by people he doesnt care about
i also believe they wouldve been in a secret relationship. like they meet in 1899 and even if it IS the wizarding world, i dont think they were that open-minded about same sex couples back then. so it would drive gellert INSANE !!! he canât even put a possessive arm around albus at the #function to mark his territory . albus would tease him for how grumpy he is. as if albus isnât listing dark spells in his head whenever someone flirts with gellert and whispers them in his ear while they fuck in some gala closet or whatever
also. me and kara fully and completely ignore the fucking quillin or deer or whatever kneeling for albus. like what the fuck was that. albus being pure of heart and having good intentions ? when itâs canon that he tells harry heâs not good and shouldnt be trusted in a position of power ? we are blatantly ignoring that as âcanonâ . like, the heartbreaking thing about them is that neither of them are bad and neither of them are good and they couldve met in the middle. but didnt . and the result is a two month summer fling haunting you for the rest of your lives until both of you die in your own towers. THEY COULDVE HAD IT ALLLLLLLL . THE ONLY ONE WHO KNOWS YOU IS THE PERSON YOU HAVE TO DEFEAT !!!!!!!!!!! sick and twisted .
#they could be sooooo hannigram codedâŚ.#they genuinely make me insane#theyre both filled and fuled by guilt and regret and spite and pride until their last breaths#and i think they both realise that. it wasnt worth it#it quite genuinely couldve been different#they couldve acted differently. it would have been so easy.#and they couldve had it All..#so much devestation couldve been spared if they had just. compromised#and ariana wouldve lived.#its like a snowball effect#what couldve been a small disagreement turned into them becoming enemies and leader figures for good and evil#while both of them are neither and both .#grindeldore#asks
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The Super Blues (Pt 1)
Lori was over it. She was over school and her friends and her family and her momsâ secrets and even herself. For over a month now, even before the beach trip, Lori had been slowly pulling away from life. She wasnât angry or sad, just numb.Â
She still went to school and kept up with her homework easily enough, despite not being a genius like her mom or sister, but she couldnât stand being around her friends or the other students. The once socially active, bubbly teen was now the loner hanging out in the library or out behind the gym at lunch where no one could see her.
There was no rhyme or reason to it, and Lori tried the first few weeks to fake being happy and bubbly hoping she actually would become happy and bubbly again but it was too draining on the teen. She just wanted to disappear.Â
Kara and Lena, who were already so busy with work and superheroing and Elâs developing powers, chalked it up to Lori being a moody teen. El on the other hand noticed her sisterâs changing disposition. When El saw that Lori wasnât at her usual lunch table with the other volleyball players, she thought Lori must be catching up on a project for class, but when it happened every day for several weeks in a row, Elâs curiosity got the better of her and she followed Lori only to find Lori curled up leaning against the back wall of the gym picking at her sandwich and staring blankly up at the sky. It didnât seem like Lori wanted to be disturbed so El quietly crept back into the gym not knowing what to do next.Â
On the car ride home, El handed Lori a small, folded note â Is everything ok? It was a benign thing to ask, but it made Loriâs eyes sting as she did her best to hold back tears she didnât know were in her.Â
âYeah,â Lori softly said, willing her voice not to crack. She waited a bit longer with her keys in the ignition before giving a half truth, âIâm just tired.â Lori didnât know what else she could say even if she wanted to. She simply didnât have the words to explain how numb and empty and pointless everything seemed.Â
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âKara, please hurry up! Weâre going to be late to the parent teacher conference.â Lena calls up the stairs.Â
âIâm coming, Iâm coming.â Kara says as she makes her way down the stairs and over to the kitchen island where El is finishing up her homework.Â
âAlright kiddo, if you get hungry, we have pizza and chicken tenders in the freezer.âÂ
âAnd salad in the refrigerator.â Lena pipes in.
Kara rolls her eyes and kisses El on the head. âPlease donât burn down the house, and Lori⌠whereâs Lori?âÂ
El points up.
âEl.â Lena lifts an eyebrow to which El rolls her eyes. âWeâve talked about this. You wonât improve if you donât practice.âÂ
âH-up,â El relents, feeling the words awkwardly leave her mouth, âstar-s.â Lena gives her an approving smile. It's been difficult getting the young teen to use her voice instead of writing or motioning.
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On the drive to the school, Kara continually sighs and seems increasingly annoyed.Â
âWant to share or are you going to continue to be grumpy?â Lena looks over.
âDo we have to go to the entire thing? I mean the girls are little geniuses. Theyâve never had a disciplinary problem. Can we just split up, you take El and Iâll take Lori and we can get out of there sooner and get potstickers?â Kara begged.Â
âThe parent teacher conference is as much about making a good impression on the teachers about the girlsâ home life as it is about hearing updates on their schooling. Not to mention, theyâre in their teen years and you knowâŚâ Lena trailed off.
âKnow what?â Kara said absentmindedly, knowing she lost the battle.Â
âI was a⌠well a challenging teenager. I got involved with things and people I probably shouldnât have and, as much as I hate to admit it, Lillian stepping in with some tough love likely saved me from myself.âÂ
âIâm sorry Lee. Youâre right.â Kara squeezed her wifeâs hand in support. âBut for the record, our girls aren't going to make the same mistakes as us. Theyâll make their own, hopefully less dangerous, mistakes.â
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âLike I said before, Lori is an exceptional student. Her writing skills in particular go above and beyond the high school level and likely surpass many college freshmen as well.â Mrs. Bennet passes the two parents a sample of Loriâs writing for reference. As the last stop on their conference schedule, Kara and Lena are in no way surprised by the glowing statements about their daughter.Â
âThat's great to hear!â Kara beams.Â
âThank you so much Mrs. Bennet for all you do. English is Loriâs favorite class and I can see why.â Lena says as she and Kara begin packing up their things to leave.Â
âBefore you go,â Mrs. Bennet interrupts, âthere is one thing I wanted to discuss with you.â Kara and Lena still, their previous relief at getting through yet another parent teacher conference issue free dissipating as concern creeps in.Â
âLori has been⌠not quite herself the past month or so now. She isnât acting out or in trouble in any way. Sheâs usually so outgoing and social, but lately sheâs been quiet and withdrawn.â Kara and Lena stay staring at Mrs. Bennet, not sure how to respond.Â
âI hate to ask, but is there anything going on at home that might be causing this?â Kara immediately goes to the beach house and her Supergirl admission. Lena, sensing this, reaches out and squeezes her wifeâs hand, shaking her head no subtly.Â
âYou said this has been going on for over a month?â Lena asks, pulling her hand away from Kara to take notes.Â
âYes, at the start of the semester.â Mrs. Bennet confirms.
âAnd is she socializing with students outside of class?â Lena follows up.
âWell from what I have seen, no, not really. I have lunchroom duty on Tuesdays and Thursdays and usually Lori sits with the other volleyball girls, but lately I donât know where she goes.â
âIs there anything else we should be aware of? Any bullying or other concerning behaviors?âÂ
âLike I said, Lori is an excellent student. Whatever is going on with her hasn't affected her schoolwork yet. Iâll continue to keep an eye out.â
âThank you, Mrs. Bennet.â Lena packs up her notes. âAnd please do reach out if you notice anything else.âÂ
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Kara and Lena drive home in silence, each reflecting on Mrs. Bennetâs report and running the last month through their minds trying to find any warnings signs they might have missed.Â
âIâm so sorry Lee, this is all my fault. If we had only told them about Supergirl soonerâŚâÂ
âNo darlingâ Lena interrupts, âthis is not your fault at all. Didnât you hear Mrs. Bennet, this has been going on for over a month.â Kara does the math in her head.
âWeeks before the beach house⌠gosh, then what is it? I mean I just thought she was being a moody teen. How did we miss this?â Kara rubs her forehead.
âThis is on both of us. We should have been more attentive, but with everything being so busyâŚâ Lena trails off.
âWhat do we do next? Do we talk to her? Call Kelly? See a therapist?â Kara started listing out options.Â
âLetâs talk with Lori first, see what she has to say and then we can go from there.â They both agree as they park and try to brighten their moods before heading into the house.
âHey kiddos, weâre home.â Kara says as she closes the door behind Lena. Getting no response, the pair walks into the kitchen to see a few slices of uneaten pizza left on the counter along with a bottle of honey mustard sauce and an empty bag of chicken fingers.Â
Kara offers Lena a slice. To no surprise Lena reaches for the untouched salad instead. El walks in with an empty plate, gives a small wave and starts cleaning up the kitchen.Â
âHey Ellie,â Kara says softly, âthanks for cleaning up. Is Lori still up?â El shrugs.
âWords sweetheart.â Lena gently reminds El.
âI don-t know.â Lena and Kara give each other a quick look.
âWell has she come down for dinner?â Lena asks.
âNo.â El confirms.Â
âThanks kiddo. Why donât you go up and get ready for bed.â Kara kisses El on the head and sends her on her way.
âNow sheâs skipping mealsâŚâ Lena runs her hand through her dark hair.Â
âI know babe, Iâm worried too. Let's finish up here and then weâll talk to her.âÂ
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Knock knock
âLori, can we come in?â No answer.Â
Knock knockÂ
âKar, I hate to do this, but could you?â Lena looks guilty just for asking after they both agreed years ago never to be the parents to invade their childrenâs privacy. However, given the special circumstances, Kara was more than happy to lower her glasses and look through the room. To her relief she spots a breathing teen laying on her bed. Kara slowly opens the door a crack so Lena can also see their daughter fast asleep on her bed with homework strewn about. Lena goes in and clears the homework from the bed and covers Lori in a soft blanket before moving some of the teenâs golden blond hair out of her face to kiss her goodnight. Â
TO BE CONTINUEDâŚ.
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Supercorptober 2023
Day 12 & 19: Desk/Hazy
Lena ended up falling asleep too. With her body wrapped around Karaâs warmth and her senses engulfed in the citrus and sandalwood smell of the heroâs hair, there was no resisting the pull of slumber. It isnât until there is a sudden rumbling sound that she is pulled from the delicious darkness of sleep. At first, her mind seems to relate it to thunder, but it isnât robust enough for that. Her confusion drags her further into the waking world. Green eyes open to blue orbs caressing her face with their adoring gaze. It simultaneously makes her blush and let out a raspy laugh, her voice still rough from sleep. Kara has this way of looking at her. Itâs unlike anything sheâs experienced with anyone else. The looks she receives from her girlfriend are filled with a genuine, earnestness and so sickeningly sweet it melts her into a puddle every single time.
Her sleep-addled brain still hasnât deciphered what the racket was that disturbed the very pleasant dream she was having. Itâs obvious from the light in the room that it isnât the weather, but there isnât an apparent culprit. The confusion must still be hanging on her brows because Kara lightly brushes her fingers across the pale skin to smooth the furrow resting there.Â
âIâm sorry if my stomach woke you. We slept well past lunch time so the monster is grumpy.â Kara pouts, her plump bottom lip jutting out toward Lena as if reaching for her own. âYou were so cute laying there all warm and cuddly so I didnât want to wake you up. Now that you are awake though, I reeeaaalllly have to pee and Iâm hungry.â She grins, an adorably crooked half-grin that Lena loves so much, before slowly detangling their limbs.Â
The tall, lean frame of the Kryptonian bounces up from the couch just as clumsily as always making the CEO bite her lip to keep from laughing. Once she regains her footing and heads toward the bathroom, Lena tilts her head to the side and simply watches. She is unashamedly enjoying the fact that she can stare at that fantastic ass without feeling an ounce of guilt as Kara struts away from her. Of course sheâs always looking, but before they were together she tried her best to keep it concealed. At least as much as she consciously could.Â
She must drift deeper into her thoughts than she realizes because Karaâs handsome face appears in front of her to drag her out of her decidedly impure thoughts. A curious grin sits on pink lips as Kara tilts her head in question. âEverything okay? You were definitely off in another world when I came back.â A strong, calloused hand stretches out to pull Lena from the couch. Pulling her girlfriend up, she wraps her arms around her waist and places a soft kiss on the end of her nose. âCare to share what was going on in that beautiful brain of yours?â
Lena laughs and tucks her head under the blondeâs chin. âWhy donât we worry about lunch first? I promise, it was nothing.â She can feel her cheeks and ears heating, a dead giveaway that her thoughts werenât of the PG rated variety. Kara knows her too well at this point not to notice. âDo you want to eat some soup for lunch and cook a decent dinner later?â
Kara pauses and watches the raven haired witch for a moment. Taking in the blush spreading from her girlfriendâs ears and cheeks down to her neck and chest. A devilish smirk appears as her hands slide underneath Lenaâs shirt onto her bare back. âIt was nothing, huh? Is that why youâre blushing? Because it was nothing?â She leans forward to whisper into Lenaâs ear, âMaybe you can tell me more about it at bedtime? Sounds like excellent pillowtalk.â
âAnd soup sounds good, my love.â She places a soft kiss to a still red cheek before winking at the shorter woman and heading to the kitchen. âDo you want to warm up the soup we made earlier this week?â Opening the refrigerator and looking for the big bowl of leftover soup, she pops her head back up when Lena doesnât respond.Â
A muffled laugh slips out of Karaâs mouth when she sees her girlfriend standing in the same spot blinking with a furrowed brow. It turns into a full blown cackle when Lena seems to suddenly come back to herself and their eyes meet across the room. Lenaâs eyebrow raises and a downright devilish smirk spreads across her face. Itâs one of those that stops Karaâs laughter in its tracks and makes a warm heat settle into her belly. She knows exactly what that look means and sheâs in big trouble.
She watches as Lena makes her way across the space between them like a panther on the prowl. Those voluptuous hips swaying like a pendulum hypnotizing the blonde in seconds. Her mind is telling her that she is in danger, but her body has other ideas. Before she can referee the battle between mind and body, the predator has made her move and Kara is pressed against the front of the fridge. Their lips, just shy of touching.
âIâll do you one better than pillowtalk, Darling.â Lena breathily says. With one hand resting on each side of Karaâs head, her tongue darts out to lick her lips and lightly grazes the blondeâs bottom lip. âIâll show you. That seems like far more fun. Donât you think so?â She presses her body against the hero and then pulls back pulling them both forward to open the refrigerator.
With a wink and a smirk, Lena slips around the blonde and reaches inside to pull out the leftover parsnip soup she made a couple of days before. She glances over at Kara and chuckles to herself as she watches the woman reboot. âStill okay with the soup for lunch, Darling?â She smiles, biting her bottom lip as she places the bowl next to the stove. When she doesnât get an answer, she continues on with her task.
âY-yes.â Kara clears her throat. âYes, soup is good for lunch. I guess I deserved that. Iâm looking forward to bedtime.â She giggles and steps toward the cabinets to grab bowls and spoons while Lena heats the soup.
They manage to get through lunch without any more incidents or delays. Both of them steal glances and make idle conversation. Just as they are wrapping up their meal, Lena feels a surge in her magic causing her to send her bowl sailing across the island. Kara manages to catch it with her super speed, but it gives them both a pretty serious scare.Â
âHey.â Kara says, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend. âI can see the panic on your face. Itâs okay. Weâre both fine. Take some deep breaths, weâll figure this out.â She gently rubs circles on Lenaâs back, trying to calm her so they can try to decipher what happened.Â
Lena turns her gaze up toward the loft and the library. There is no doubt in her mind that is where the energy came from. Sheâs been feeling it since they got here and knows sheâs going to have to make sense of the strange pull she has been feeling from that room. Green eyes drop back down to find her favorite blue.Â
âIâm okay. That was bound to happen.â She sighs and rubs her hands together, still feeling the remnants of her magic sparking just under her skin. âIâve been feeling the buzz of my magic since we got here and that library, more specifically, that desk, has been pulling me since the day I stepped in there.âÂ
âWhy donât you let me clean up down here and you head up there to figure out whatâs causing this?â Kara says, again rubbing circles on Lenaâs back. âIf you want, I can come up and sit with you while you go through the desk to see if you can find the source.â Concerned blue eyes scan flawless pale skin before she leans forward and presses a kiss to Lenaâs forehead.
Once more, Lena glances at the stairs leading to the library. She swears she can see the outline of a figure just beyond the railing, but chalks it up to a play of shadows. âOkay, yeah. I justâŚIâm not sure why I am so hesitant about opening those drawers and exploring the desk.â She huffs in frustration at herself, unsure how to express what sheâs feeling.Â
She turns to look at the reporter, her stomach already tying itself in knots. âWill you sit up there with me? Iâm a little anxious and probably a bit scared too.â Her hands drop into her lap and her fingers start wringing themselves around each other. A habit sheâs had since she was a child. âKara, that room is teeming with magical energy. Itâs almost likeâŚI donât know. Like the key to my power is buried somewhere in that room. Maybe I should call Liam? Talk to him first, before going through everything up there. What do you think?.â
Kara reaches out to take Lenaâs nervous hands into her own, bringing them to her lips and pressing soft kisses to her knuckles. âI think we should do whatever you feel is best. If talking to Liam first is what you need, then that is what weâll do. No matter what, I will be right beside you every step.â She smiles. Lenaâs shoulders relax a little. âLet me clean up here and you call Liam or head upstairs. Iâll be there as soon as I am done.â
They part ways. Lena decides to head into the bathroom to freshen up and throw some water on her face. The magic surge really rattled her and she canât seem to temper the buzz of her magic running through her body. This pushes her to call Liam. They havenât specifically spoken about the family bloodline, but she knows what he was alluding to when they first arrived at the cottage. She also knows that she needs to take him up on the dinner invitation to meet some more members of the Walsh family. She dries her hands and heads out into the den to make the phone call.
By the time she hangs up from her phone call with Liam, Kara is sitting at the bottom of the stairs leading to the loft waiting on her. They smile at each other and fall into another embrace before taking the narrow stairs together. Once again, Lena can feel the magic radiating from the room and the steady pull reaching from the corner where the desk sits. They stop and stare at the piece of furniture in the corner of the room.Â
âLiam said that the desk is where her grandmother kept quite a few of their family heirlooms.â She glances over at Kara, then back over at the desk. âHe said there is an amulet specifically that should be in there. Apparently it was passed from my grandmother to my mother and should have passed on to me when I turned 25. Liam said thatâs likely what I am feeling and why my magic keeps surging and buzzing.â
She reaches out and takes Karaâs hand in hers, squeezing a bit harder than she intends to, but sheâs slightly terrified of what she might find or accidentally do. Florence taught her a few things when they were together, but she has no idea how to control the amount of power she can feel flowing through her body. Itâs a responsibility she isnât even sure she wants. With Luthor blood flowing through her veins on top of this newfound magic, sheâs afraid of what she might do with power like that. After all, she has proven that she has a dark side and it isnât exactly something to trifle with.Â
Karaâs handsome face suddenly appears in her field of vision, blocking the view of the dreaded sentinel in the corner. âItâs okay, my love. Iâm right here and will be the whole time. We can tackle everything together.â Warm, calloused hands settle on pale cheeks. Affectionate blue eyes bounce between terrified green as she notices a faint ring of glittering gold lining her outside of favorite orbs. âTake a deep breath. Close your eyes and lean into me. Weâll walk over there once you feel more in control of yourself. If it gets to be too much, we can step away. Okay?â
Soft lips press against her temple while she presses her face under Karaâs chin. She breathes in her favorite scent, citrus and sandalwood mixed with something that is just inherently Kara. Itâs a soothing mixture that always seems to calm her inner turmoil in mere seconds. This time is no different. After a few deep breaths, breathing in the calming energy of her favorite person, she nods her head and steps out of the warmth of her girlfriendâs arms.Â
âOkay. IâŚthink Iâm ready.â She pushes out a shaky exhale and takes a step further into the room toward the desk. The surging of her magic prickling under her skin seems to be a tether to whatever is concealed in the depths of the dark wood of the desk. Her hand reaches for Karaâs and they both slowly creep closer. âThe amount of power I can feel in this room is incredibly unnerving, Kara. It almost feels like my magic is its own entity. Iâm not sure how I feel about this.â
Kara carefully watches Lena as they come to stand behind the desk, the chair slightly askew next to Lenaâs hip. She can see how uncomfortable the CEO is and even she can feel the energy radiating from her girlfriendâs body. Deep down, she has always known Lena was a powerful woman, but to see and feel the amount of power is quite beguiling to behold.
âWhat can I do to help, love? How can I make this easier for you?â She feels somewhat helpless. Lenaâs body is tense and coiled tightly. Nothing like the relaxed and content woman she has seen since their arrival at the cottage. She places a hand on Lenaâs lower back and a kiss on her temple. âIâm right here. Just let me know what you need.â
Lena leans into the touch and basks in Karaâs presence. If sheâs being honest with herself, she doesnât really know what she needs or where to start with this endeavor. All she knows at the moment is that her magic is making her skin feel like it is crawling off her body. Another deep breath. Slowly and methodically, she places her palms on the deep mahogany wood of the desk. The moment her skin comes in contact with it, she feels a jolt of energy pulse through her hands, up her arms and into the core of her being. Others would likely call it her soul, but she doesnât believe in that kind of thing.
What happens next is a bit of a blur. Visions swiftly play before her eyes as if she is a bystander watching them. Sheâs not really sure if she lost consciousness or it was a lucid dream of sorts. Maybe even a magical trance? Everything is a bit hazy so she canât say for certain. Regardless, the next time she is truly aware of her surroundings, she is sitting in the desk chair and Kara is kneeling in front of her.Â
âHey. There you are.â Kara says, her voice tinged with worry and laced with fear. âWhat happened?â She places her hands on top of Lenaâs thighs, taking the womanâs cold, shaking hands into her own as she watches green eyes scanning the room around them.
Lena clears her throat and shakes her head trying to clear the influx of images from her mind. âUm, IâmâŚuh, not sure, really. The second my skin touched the wood of the desk, a rush of energy shot up my arms and into my body. It, uh, flooded my mind with images.â She furrows her brow, desperately trying to decipher the scenes playing across her mind's eye like an old movie sheâs never seen. Or at least not one you remember? Her brain unhelpfully supplies.Â
âThere were three women in a field. Possibly here at the cottage. I donât know. One of the women must have been my mother. She looks vaguely like I remember her. Iâm sure the older woman was my MhamĂł. My grandmother. IâŚI donât know who the other woman was, but Iâm certain she was related.â Moss-colored eyes meet ocean blue briefly before darting down to focus on their joined hands. âAll three of them had the same deep brown hair with red tones and green eyes. The woman I donât knowâŚshe was saying something that I couldnât understand, she seemed incredibly angry.â
Kara looks on, listening emphatically, but still feeling helpless. She rubs her thumbs across the soft skin of her girlfriendâs hands, giving her a smile she hopes is comforting. âDo you have any idea what it might mean? Obviously, there is some significance to it if that is what vision you saw.â
âHmmm, for sure.â Lena mumbled, her eyes and thoughts still a bit hazy from the surge of power and the vision. âEverything is still a little fuzzy. I still donât feel like I am completely back in my body yet. Almost like there is a film or haze over my eyes.â She sighs and squeezes the blondeâs hands before turning to look at the desk in front of her.
âThere is something inside this thing that is causing these pulses of power and Iâm pretty sure the vision as well.â Green eyes narrow at the piece of furniture, half expecting it to glare back. âHonestly, I am a little afraid to touch it again, but I certainly donât want you touching it. Not until I can make sure it wonât harm you.â
Lena sucks in a deep breath and reaches out to pull the center drawer open, fully anticipating another shock of magic or onslaught of vivid images. When nothing happened, she opened her eyes that she hadnât realized sheâd closed and peered down to a collection of pens, pencils and paper clips. Nothing else that she could see. Just ordinary, regular things anyone would keep in a desk drawer. Itâs relieving and annoying at the same time. Now just six more drawers to go. Her brain once more unhelpfully provides.Â
It takes them another 45 minutes to get through all the drawers in the desk. There was nothing in any of them that would explain what happened when Lena touched the piece of furniture. She stood from her place in the chair and looked all around the surface of the desk to see if there was anything that stood out to her. Frustrated at not seeing anything, she plops herself back into the leather chair and huffs in irritation. Giving the desk another once-over, she gets an idea.
âHey, Kara.â She looks over at the hero sitting in one of the armchairs theyâd dragged over. Smiling at the woman who holds her heart in her palms, she asks, âWould you mind using your x-ray vision to see if you can see any hidden compartments? Liam said the amulet was in the desk. It has to be hidden. Itâs definitely not in any of the obvious drawers so there isnât another explanation.â
The blonde smiles and squints her eyes, the tell-tale sign that she is utilizing her powers of sight. She nods her head, hops up from the chair, and gently pushes Lena back away from the desk. After dropping to her knees, she slides under the desk and presses a button. She can hear Lena gasp as two hidden compartments reveal themselves.Â
On each side of the desk where Kara is sitting, small ornate carvings prove to be concealed hideaways. Each of them contains something. Lena reaches into the one on the left and pulls out a medium sized box and an envelope. She sits them on the desk and reaches into the compartment on the right to pull out a worn leather book. Sitting it next to the other items, she helps her girlfriend up off the floor and simply stares at their finds.
After a few minutes, Kara softly presses a kiss to her cheek and points to the three objects, then to the couch. âWhy donât we take them over there and get comfortable? Or, we can take them downstairs and sit by the fire. Whatever you want.â She runs her hands through Lenaâs dark locks and tucks them behind her ear. âI just think you need to be comfortable for this next part.â
Lena nods. She picks up the book, sits the envelope on top of it, and caps it off with the box. Pausing for a moment, she decides that she wants to do this up here in the loft. Itâs where she feels closest to her mother. With the newly discovered loot in one hand, she reaches out to grab Karaâs arm with the other and they slowly make their way to the comfortable couch.Â
âIâm absurdly nervous about this. It doesnât make sense, but that is how I feel.â Lena sighs, her hands shake as she sits the box and the book on the coffee table. The simple envelope weighs heavily in her hands, suddenly feeling as if it contains the entirety of her life inside its flaps. Much to her amazement, her name is written on the front. Sheâs surprised that sheâs only now noticed since sheâs sure she checked when pulling it out earlier. It makes her wonder if it was actually there before or appeared when she touched it. She quickly shakes that thought away and gently pries the envelope open.
 What she finds completely shifts her entire world off its axis.
There in black and white at the top of the page is her name. Itâs written in an elegant script that is familiar to her even now. She is holding a letter from her mother in her hands. While she found letters in the cabin in Maine, they werenât addressed to her. Now, she gets to read words from her mother written specifically for her. Thereâs no stopping the tears that stream down her face.Â
Karaâs strong, warm arm drapes over her shoulder and she settles into the solid comfort of her girlfriend. Wiping the tears from her face, she smoothes out the pages and begins to read her motherâs words.Â
My Sweet Lena, Mo StĂłr,
If this letter is what you are reading then my vision came to light and I am no longer with you. My greatest wish is that you have lived a good life, a life filled with all the things our world has to offer. Your light deserves to shine brightly, mo stĂłr. There are so many things I wish to tell you, so much knowledge I want to pass to you. Unfortunately, there is no time for me to teach you all the things my mother taught me. Just know that you are loved so very much. You were and always will be the light of my world.Â
Iâm not sure where to begin, my sweet girl, but I will start with the cosaint amulet and the bharda talisman. The amulet is endowed with a protective ward that has been passed down to the first born female in our family for many generations. It was given to me by my mother when I was 25 and now it is time for me to pass it on to you. Your magic is strong, mo stĂłr. It was evident when you were but a babe. I hope it has served you well. The talisman, the stone you should receive with the amulet, has also been in our family for generations. Please keep it on the land with the cottage. It will create a protective ward around the land to keep any unwanted energy away and protect it from darkness. You must keep it safe. In the wrong hands, it can be detrimental to our family.Â
Lena pauses, a torrent of fresh tears traveling down her face. She shifts the letter away to keep it dry, the fear of ruining her mothers words ever present. Kara pulls her closer, presses a kiss to the top of her head, and lets her settle against her side. They sit there in silence for a while, until Lenaâs tears finally subside.Â
Kara quietly holds her close as she reads through the remaining pages of the letter. Lena learns so much about how much her mother loved her and wanted to be a part of her life. She reads about all the things they did together and all the things her mother wanted to teach her. Finally, on the last page, she has a better understanding of who her mother was and how very much she loved her daughter.Â
As I wrap this up, mo stĂłr, I want you to know that I will always be with you. My presence will be a part of yours for all of your days. Use this book to master and understand your gifts. You are one of the most powerful women to come from our bloodline, Lena. My life was cut short in order for our line to live on. My light lives on in you, sweet daughter.Â
SiĂşl sa solas (walk in the light). I love you, mo stĂłr.
Your Mam
The two of them sit peacefully, leaning against one another in quiet contemplation until Lena pushes forward to carefully place the letter back into the envelope and pull the box forward. Itâs a polished wooden box with an etched silver latch on the front. She delicately slides the latch open and cautiously opens the box to reveal the amulet and the stone seated side by side on a bed of purple velvet.
The amulet is unlike anything either of them have ever seen. Itâs a smoothly polished rainbow moonstone formed into a domed oval shape and set in what appears to be some sort of symbol made from silver. It has an almost ethereal glow to it, as if there is a light that emanates from it. Seated next to it is a raw moonstone talisman. The stone seems to radiate the same ethereal glow. The sight of the two pieces next to one another in the box is breathtaking. Lena is quite simply at a loss for words to describe them.Â
A shaking pale hand reaches forward to pull the amulet from its bed of velvet. The moment her hand touches the necklace, a feeling of warmth, safety, and pure love washes over her. Her eyes close, her body relaxes, and she can feel the love of her mother surrounding her like a blanket. It reminds her of the feeling she remembers before she went to live with the Luthors, back when her life was filled with love and joy.Â
When she opens her eyes and looks around the room, it no longer gives her a sense of foreboding or dread. There is safety and peace about the energy in the air. She smiles, lifts the necklace, and offers it to Kara while she moves her hair out of the way. The blonde takes it from her and delicately fastens it around Lenaâs neck. She places a soft kiss to the skin above the clasp. They share another smile and both stand from the couch.
Lena quickly places the box with the talisman back into its secret compartment, making sure it is closed and sealed before grabbing the letter and book. She shifts up onto her tiptoes to place a chaste kiss onto Karaâs lips and drags her toward the stairs. They spend the rest of the evening snuggled together in front of the fire while they flip through the book. A book that seems to have been in her family for a very long time.
She pauses, looks around, and smiles, simply taking in the moment. For the first time since she was 4 years old and lost the only parent that ever genuinely loved her, she feels truly at peace.Â
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Kara Gets Hangry
Courtesy of my chats with @poppyssupergirl
Kara is a literal legend to be both revered and feared when it comes to food. We are talking eating out the entire DEO commissary and CatCo Cafe. And when she doesnât get enough to eat, Oh BOYÂ does she get hangry!
Imagine, after her first few weeks of working with Cat, everyone loves her. She's super sweet and helpful, she manages to mellow Cat, and best of all, the office has never been so chill!! It's super nice!! ... Until one day ...Â
She woke up late and missed breakfast ... and then Cat dragged her to a meeting and she missed lunch, and it has just been too long since the poor thing with the ungodly metabolism has eaten! The Hanger⢠starts setting in and ohhh does Kara get grumpy and snippy and just overall unpleasant! (There might be general fear ... Were her eyes glowing?? I think her eyes were glowing?!? Oh god, she just crushed a stapler!!! Did she just fucking growl?!?!? Oh no, run!!) People are more disconcerted than when Cat gets pissed because that's to be expected, but Kara?? The literal embodiment of sunshine??? No, this is very unusual. (Cat is thrilled though, because honestly, it's thoroughly entertaining to see people getting burned left right and center by Sunny Danvers! And she's got a perfect view of it from right at her desk no less!!)Â
Of course, the anger ends when Alex stops by with some food after receiving some moody texts from Kara that tell her all she needs to know. After all, she's seen The Hanger⢠first hand and knows all the tricks to handle it. So the whole office witness the ritual offering of food being made by the scary stranger that sometimes visits Kara at work and then suddenly ... all better!! Happy, chirpy, helpful Kara Danvers has returned from the grasps of The Hangerâ˘!!! And everyone is like ??!!?!!??!Â
And so it becomes a ritual in the office. No one approaches Kara Danvers, especially when asking for help or a favor, without first bringing a food offering. Kara doesn't even realize what's happening, for a very long time. Sheâs just thrilled to be receiving a constant flow of treats.
#chats with poppy#headcanons#a hungry kara is a grumpy kara#kara danvers#supergirl#her metabolism has no chill guys#like seriously this poor thing must always feel like she's starving#so the hanger is p justifiable#Kara's cute but she's also a little feared tbh#but only when food is around#then you might lose a hand#just be aware#excerpts from my ridiculous brain
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TEASER - Bioweapons and Beef Stew - Chapter 2
Kara's pod goes into the wrong wormhole and she ends up in the Mass Effect universe. SEE MORE HERE: https://www.patreon.com/alephthirteen/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=Bioweapons%20and%20Beef%20Stew
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Shepard anchors her fingers around Liara's hipbones and pushes herself away. Tendrils twitch and try exposing Liara's hungry sex to cool air.
Her yelp of protest is not far from what she's heard humans call hiccups.
She's also kept her walls up. Somehow. Somehow a human, with no innate defenses against the meld--bar perhaps, her own stubbornness--has kept Liara at the edges of her mind. Pleasure has built and built and built, but she hasn't been allowed the meld, so she can't come. Not really. She's asari. She needs more than a muscular twitch, a burst of neurotransmitters and a gush of slick to release the pressure.
Crude but effective stasis fields pin her feet to the carpet while muscular arms are more than enough to pin her hands. At her request, they turned the lights off so that Liara's self-consciousness about her appearance wouldn't stop them. In her defense, she had expected to be drowning in the sparkling void of meldspace seconds after Shepard touched her, where there is no universe but each other and where any doubt she might have about whether Shepard is pleased with what she's seeing would be solved instantly because she would just know.
Shepard is just exploring rather than doing anything and it's driving her mad.
Fingertips walk along the skin because humans can't see in full darkness. Tiny, quiet huffs to draw Liara's scent, followed by a tilt of the head that makes hair tickle across the asari's skin and a pause. What she's noting in those contemplative moments, Liara shudders to imagine. Lazy drags of tongue at the crease of her thighs, from mound up to her breast and returning down the plane of her belly almost to her azure and then damnably retreating, at the inside of her wrists, one lashing lick against each of her ribs, a fierce suck under her chin that must have left a mark. Shepard's mouth is everywhere except the places--azure, tender spots on her back, the neck folds, her crests--everywhere except the places that might make her come or make her do what this damnable human thinks is coming.
Liara feels like she's a platter of food at a restaurant in the Presidium, nibbled and sampled and reviewed but not actually enjoyed to the fullest.
It's been hours, she thinks. Days. Weeks. Athame's mercy. She might have been lying here long enough for a galactic extinction cycle while Shepard explores.
Surely human soldiers are taught not to torture prisoners?
She tickles the hand holding hers fast and Shepard releases her. She pulls hard enough to bring her arm up and lay it out across her belly, and pokes at her lover's omnitool until she can get the lights on.
"Let..." she huffs.
"Yes?" Shepard asks, looking up from where she'd rested her chin on Liara's lap and fluttering her lashes oh-so-innocently. "Let you what?"
"Let me come."
"I need to meld, Shepard. I'm not sure if you're familiar with asari reprod-FUCK!"
The professor in her started lecturing. She was distracted too long and Shepard took the opportunity to turn her face down, climb over her and push her cheek to the sheets with one rough shove.
Shepard's tongue is laving across the jewel at the back of the skull, where all of Liara folds and crests meet. It's too good. It's too much. It's too much by light-years.
"Keep talking," Shepard snarls. "I love that you're smart."
She tries to explain about the layers of pleasure her body needs from a mate and about Tevura's Three Blades, about the sacred threes that echo throughout her culture. Maiden, Matron and Matriarch. Plaything, Lover, and Bondmate. Touching, Sampling and Blending. Tries to explain the way biotics, sexual pleasure, the meld and motherhood aren't separate aspects of being asari but that taken together, they are being asari, and all else are little tricks they use to experience those gifts.
Every time she catches her breath enough to speak, Shepard's teeth or tongue latch on to a neckfold, or dance through a crevice between, or a nip at crest-tip or her lips curl around the jewel where crests and folds meet and suck with building ferocity that makes Liara sag and moan into the bedsheets.
Finally, Shepard retreats.
"A good start?"
Liara calls on her biotics, flings Shepard into the air and then pulls her back to the bed, pinning her with as many points of stasis field as her pleasure-melted brain can concoct. She climbs on top and straddles Shepard's hips with her own. Surely now her tormentor understands. She must be able to feel Liara's azure weeping slick onto her...what did she say humans called it?
Shepard's grin--her damnable grin--is so wide it splits her face.
"I want you to make me come. You're a terrible lover, Shepard. Goddess knows how many times you've brought me halfway and refused to do more."
Shepard chuckles.
"Then as a matriarch's daughter, I think you should take what you are owed, princess."
Was it that easy? The entire time? Goddess. I did admit that I was a virgin. She was waiting for me to
take the lead...
"Let me in, Shepard. Now."
With little more than a nudge, Shepard's psyche yields and Liara's spilling into her mind, their mind, this space where two are one. Memory rushes and crashes like floodwater through a desert canyon.
Smoke and fire and blood and screams. Burning cities. Little children clinging to her exhausted, dirty body while she shushes them. Face after face sneering before Shepard's pistol or her biotics ends them.
She's a killer and a protector. She uses warpfire to melt a batarian slaver's skull down slowly, like a candle under a heatlamp while she takes his victim and pulls the crying turian child into her side to hide the violence, gritting her teeth as his spiny head scratches narrow wounds into her arm.
Pleasure blooms like a supernova behind Liara's eyes. It's as if all the half-ruined orgasms Shepard gave her collided and tangled and collapsed to a pinprick and exploded into something far more.
Meldspace thins as she can't maintain it against the trembling waves reaching down every nerve and then rippling back. She can feel and see her surroundings again and she sees Shepard's panting and spent, smearing a palmful of Liara's own slick over her belly. Her knees are damp from the soaked sheets.
"You're a messy one, Liara T'Soni. Good thing you look so sweet when yo-"
Liara leans down and covers her human's mouth with a kiss before she can say another stupid thing, swallowing whatever jibe or joke or tease while thanking Athame that the meld helps her know she's not wasting a proclamation of love.
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Oh.
She's messed up because she's hard and because the cause of it is painting wet breath across her wrist. Liara is using her right arm as a pillow and she's probably never getting it back. She's shifting in her sleep, dragging the firm curve of her ass against Shepard's throbbing, weeping cock while her hand holds firm around her back, fitting Shepard's body close and preventing any possibility of a gentlewoman's retreat.
Sex dreams spill from her bedmate's brain into her own and Liara murmurs half-words in Serraci, including her name.
If this is what morning wood is like, she's going to give Alenko thirty percent less shit when he shows up grumpy at a ninety-second wakeup evac drill.
"Please," Liara groans, voice sleep-scratchy and thick. "I need to feel you. Right there, Shepard. You feel so good inside me."
She tries to shake the sleeping temptress, and all she gets out of it is a catlike state that makes lifting her off about as likely as juggling a droplet of water.
"Lee."
She mumbles something else, something filthier and in English borrowed from her brain and shifts back, pressing as much of Shepard's skin against her scales as she can.
Her little Bluejay's brain bombards Shepard with images of exactly what she's imagining and some miraculous asari reflex guides Liara's hand across her skin, like she'll sleep better if the other body in the meld feels pleasure.
Liara wakes with a moan. Shepard is on top of her, pinning her with her weight alone. Her knees are inside Liara's, keeping her spread. Fingers are dancing through her crown, evading the hungry pulsations of the tendrils and fingers are on her crest-tip, squeezing hard as Shepard dares. She's sucking her jewel again and she sobs and moans and smears pleasure across her pillow from drool-slicked lips.
"Shepard..."
The lips abandon her jewel, but Shepard doesn't retreat, her breath ghosting across the tortured nerves. "Easy, baby. I could feel you dreaming. I'm sorry," she pants. "I had to have you."
"That's why we have the dreams, siame. To lure. When I do, wake me like this, please," Liara manages to croak out between her pants. "Always wake me like this." Then she feels it pressed against her ass.
Hard and hot and veiny, Shepard's pulse counted out in drumbeats. It must feel alien to Shepard too, this new organ, but she hides it well, jogging her own hips slightly and smearing something slick from the trembling tip.
"Can..." Shepard gulps.
"I want you inside, Shepard."
"Meld, so I don't hurt you."
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The intercom crackles.
"Update for you, commander."
"Joker," Shepard snarls. "I swear to god, if you were listening, I will have you Cat-6'ed for your porn collection. If you're lucky."
"No, ma'am. But congratulations to you and the doc. Got an unidentified object off our bow. Lifepod, we think but doesn't match any known models. Came in for a close pass. One aboard. Looks like a human female, twenty or a bit younger. Systems are powered and it looks like she's in cryo."
Shepard raises her hand to her omni and mutes the channel.
"Feel like solving a mystery, Bluejay?"
Liara turns her head to steal a kiss before Shepard dismounts her. Seed and her own slick pour out like a tide.
"I would love nothing more, Commander."
"Careful," Shepard teases, landing a teasing slap on her ass. "I might get jealous of the abstract concept of knowledge."
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A/N: For the Summer Lovinâ zine, where I wanted to do a light, fluffy, summer romance. With bonus Steph and Tim teasing Damian (as is their right) and Cassandra helping out where she could.
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Endless fields of unripe wheat. A cloudless blue sky stretching as far as the eye can see. The occasional house poking out of an otherwise flat terrain. Damian stared outside the car window and clicked his tongue. No wonder his father had declined to come; there were no shadows here to hide in, only light.
 âWhatâs the matter?â Stephanie asked, an impish smile on her face as she poked his cheek. âBored?â
 âOf course not.â He swatted her hand away but that only made her laugh. âWe shouldnât be here.â
 âWhy?â From the driverâs seat, Tim glanced at him in the rear-view mirror. If Stephanieâs smile was teasing, his smirk was downright malicious. âScared youâll have fun?â
 Damian crossed his arms. He would never for the life of him understand what his father saw in that fake Robin. No, it went deeper than thatâwhat did he see in most of his proteges? Stephanie didnât take anything seriously, Tim didnât have the skills, Dick was too fun-loving, and Jason had no control. The only not disappointing one in the bunch was Cassandra, and Damian feared that one day the others would infect her as well. He should have gotten rid of them while he had the chance. âWe should be training, Drake,â Damian replied, irritation leaking into his voice.
âAn important part of training is taking breaks.â Stephanie poked his cheek again. He was going to break her finger one day. âItâs summer, schoolâs out, and Bruce and Dick have Gotham covered. We can have a little vacation, the worldâs not going to destroy itself without us.â
 âWithout you, maybe,â Damian sneered. The effect was ruined as she pulled his cheek.
 âWithout us,â she repeated, still sporting that insufferable smile. âIf itâs serious, theyâll call us. Itâs not like the League doesnât know where the Kent farmhouse is.â
 Damian wasnât sure if that was a good thing. Surely the most dangerous man in the planet should have his parents hidden somewhere secure, instead of having their name on file. Villains broke into the JLA all the time as it was; it wouldnât be that long before someone stumbled upon this badly kept secret.
 âYouâre wasting your breath, Steph.â Tim shrugged, his eyes on the road. âHe doesnât know what a break is.â
 From the front passenger seat, Cassandra gave Damian a sympathetic smile. She had been silent till now, more than content to just listen. Which was probably why he preferred her to the others; she wasnât a blabbermouth like the others. âA break can help your body recover,â she offered.
 At least that was practical advice for once. Damian leaned back in his seat. âI suppose.â
 âYouâre such a softie to her and Dick.â Stephanie leaned back into her seat, finally leaving him alone.
 âItâs too bad Dick couldnât come,â Tim sighed. âHe could have muzzled the brat.â
 âWell, while weâre meeting our favourite aliens, heâs got his own alien to meet.â Stephanie waggled her brows before she and Tim burst into a fit of laughter. Leaning forward, she rested a hand on Cassâs shoulders. âDonât worry, Iâll share mine with you.â
 âOkay?â Looking confused, Cassandra nodded.
 âAnd Damianâs got Jon,â Tim chimed in, exchanging a look with Steph.
 Wisely, Damian kept his mouth shut. With these two, almost any response he gave would only be ammo.
 -x-
 âDamian!â
 He barely had time to turn around before Jon barreled into him, knocking him over. Landing flat on his back, Damian grunted as his breath rushed out of him. Jon had little restraint in the best of times, and almost none when he was emotional. Frowning at the mop of dark hair on his chest, he rolled his friend off. âKent.â
 âKent,â Tim and Steph said at the same time and he didnât have to see them to know they were wearing identical smiles.
 âDamian!â Pushing himself off the ground, Jon shot him a grumpy look.
 Quietly, Damian muttered, âFine, Jon.â
 The idiot duo cackled behind him and he wasnât sure if Jonâs bright smile was worth it. Picking himself off the ground, Damian didnât bother to dust off his clothes before hauling Jon up. âWhereâs my room?â he asked, dragging Jon along as he headed to the main house. âAnd please tell me those two are sleeping in the barn.â
 âNah, theyâll be rooming with Conner and Kara, just like youâll be with me.â Jon wrapped an arm around his back, almost skipping as they headed in. âItâll be fun!â
 Fun. That wasnât the word heâd use for it. Perhaps he could at least sabotage their beds after this.
 -x-
 Balancing a dagger between his two fingers, Damian studied the target. It was perhaps one of the simplest targets heâd practiced with, a static bale of hay only 50 yards down. A single red x made of cardboard sat on the bale. There was no challenge in this. Still, some practice was better than none. Raising his hand behind him, Damian whipped his arm forward and tossed the dagger.
 With a solid thwack, the dagger hit the target dead center.
 As expected. Childâs play, really.
 As though to cut into his preening, Jon applauded behind him. âWow,â he cheered, his voice deadpan. âThat was amazing.â Sarcasm dripped from his words as he hovered over the ground, giving Damian the most bored look possible.
 âThereâs nothing else here to use,â Damian sniped back, not appreciating the reaction. It figured this was the place the Supers called home, this land of sunlight. The Kents owned few weapons, if one could call them that. A shotgun, several farming tools, and an oddly sharp kitchen knife were their defenses of choice. Miraculously, no supervillains had dared to take over this quaint town, and he could only chalk it up to luck. Probably the same luck that allowed all the Supers to fly without a single neighbour to report them.
 Not finished, Jon leaned forward, shielding his eyes with a hand. Fake squinting, he studied the target. âThatâs, what, ten in a row? All in the same spot, somehow?â The scorn disappeared from his tone and Jon gave him a thumbs up. âThatâs actually really cool.â
 Cool was again not a word Damian would use but he accepted the compliment. âIf I couldnât do that much, Iâd hang up my cape.â
 âRight, right.â Jon landed on the ground next to him, clapping him on the back. âAnd youâre doing ten more of these?â
 âI need to keep up the practice,â Damian muttered, distracted by the tingling in his back. It had been happening recently, at Jonâs point of contact, and he wondered if it was some uncontrolled Kyptonian strength running through his flesh. âEven if the practice is subpar.â
 âOf course.â There was a mischievous twinkle in Jonâs eyes. âBut youâre just going to get the same result. And itâs boring.â
 Rankled, Damian pulled away. âPractice is notââ
 âThereâs more fun ways to practice instead.â Jon pounced, tackling him to the ground. âLetâs fight.â
 Well, that was certainly something Damian could get behind. Flipping them over, he smirked. âYouâre on.â
 -x-
 âSo, Damian, was it?â Ma Kent smiled at him kindly as she exited the kitchen. The smell of cooked chicken wafted through the air, filling the dining room. In her hands was a bright, flowery plastic bowl filled with Brussel sprouts. âI heard a lot about you.â
 Damian stared at her. The dining room was empty save for themâthe others hadnât yet come back from whatever wasteful endeavours they had planned and Jon was feeding Krypto. While he had begrudgingly accepted the fact that heâd have to eat dinner with everyone, there had better not be any expectations of conversation. He had planned to let Jon do all the talking, to cover up his silence, but that wasnât possible right now. When Ma Kent smiled at him, he reluctantly replied, âI see.â
 âAhaha, got a way with words, I see.â Chuckling, she set down the bowl. A bowl that did not match any of plates. Actually, now that he was paying attention, none of the big serving bowls matched, all of them hideous plastic monstrosities. Noticing his scornful expression, she rubbed her neck sheepishly. âI know what youâre thinking. I used to use my good china whenever someone came, but after two dinner attacks and one food fight, Iâve learned my lesson. If the powers are out, my plates stay in.â
 âI see.â Not that he had asked for clarifications. Not that he was curious in any way, shape, or form about it.
 âYou really do have only one mode.â Laughing, she returned to the kitchen. âLike father, like son. Glad the rest of your lot didnât turn out like this; donât think I could have handled that much grumpiness at my table.â
 âIâm not grumpy,â he muttered under his breath.
 âMan, Krypto was hungry tonight!â Jon tumbled in through the window, ecstatic. Catching Damianâs expression, he cocked his head. âWhat, did I miss anything?â
 Resisting the urge to cross his arms (because he wasnât grumpy, he was stoic), Damian gave him a surly look. âNothing.â
 Ma Kent chuckled again. âNothing, hun. Now make sure to wash those hands.â
-x-
 The stars were bright here. Sprawled on the roof, Damian leaned back and studied the night sky above him. Without Gothamâs pollution, the milky way was visible for once. Stars glittered above him, taking advantage of the moonless night. He had almost forgotten what the night sky could look like, what it had those nights long ago when he lived in the desert, training under his motherâs watchful eye.
 An almost silent presence approached him and Damian discretely reached into his pocket for a dagger. The strangerâs hand touched his, stilling it, and he looked up to find Cassandra Cain. She offered him a smile. âIt is silent here,â she murmured, sitting down beside him.
 âI suppose.â Damian glanced at her, then at the fields below. It looked like a dark sea, threatening to swallow them whole. An owl hooted, crickets chirped, and all in all, it was far quieter here than it was in the city. Just when had he gotten used to the never-ending honking? Even the smell here was different. The farm felt clean.
 âIt is,â she corrected, hugging her knees. She closed her eyes, listening. âIt isâŚnot bad to relax.â
 Not bad, perhaps, but not good either. Not when there were lives at stake in Gotham. Damian wouldnât call himself a hero, not by any stretch of the word, but Gotham was Batmanâs. Gotham was his and he was loathe to let its citizens die when they under his protection. âIsnât it?â
 âNo.â Cassandra closed her eyes. Words were hard for her, action easierâperhaps one of the things he respected so much about her. When she spoke, her words meant something, they were considered and honest. âRelaxingâŚyou can recover. Recharge. See things differently.â Opening her eyes now, she smiled at him, a waxing moon. âSee what you are protecting.â
 Damian stared. He was too late; Cassandra had been infected by the others. âI donât need to seeââ
 âDamian!â Before he could finish his sentence, Jon floated down beside him. Dressed in bright blue pjs his mother had to have bought for him, Jon landed on his right. âWhatâre you doing up here alone?â
 âAlone?â Damian looked at his left once more. Empty. Cassandra was gone. Even if her brain had rotted, her skills remained, and he didnât know whether to be impressed or irritated at himself. Turning back to Jon, he shrugged. âReflecting.â
 âReflecting on what?â Jon raised a brow before asking. âWait, is this one of those bat-broods Dad was talking about? How you guys all go to a corner at some point or another and just sulk?â
 Speechless, Damian gaped, his jaw hanging loose. Of all the things he expected to hear, that wasnât one of them. That wasnât even on his least likely list.
 âI mean, I canât picture Steph sulking, but maybe she wasnât Robin long enough to get the broods.â Jon sat down next to him, bumping shoulders. âOr maybe you took all of them?â
 âIâm not sulking,â Damian growled, resisting the urge to hurl Jon off the roof. Not that it would do any good, heâd just fly back and be twice as mocking about it. What was it with the Kents and their presumptions?
 âThen what?â Jonâs eyes lit up and he hit his fist on his empty palm, as though heâd solved a case. âStargazing?â
 It was as good an explanation as any. Better, actually, than his own, considering he had none. âSure.â
 âPrepare to be amazed!â Jon pointed up, a wide smile on his face. âA city boy like you, you havenât seen half of these stars before.â
 âCity boy?â Damian scoffed. âYouâre not much better.â
 âIâve been in the country plenty of times,â Jon retorted, his mood still bright. It was like sitting next to the sun. âBesides, I can fly. Dadâs takes me up all the time to see the stars.â
 A very frivolous waste of power. No wonder Bruce worried about this family.
 âAnyways, see that star over there?â Jon leaned closer, wrapping an arm around Damianâs back to bring him closer. âSo thatâs part of the big dipper.â
 Of all the stars to start with, the big dipper? Really? Damian didnât know if he should be insulted or not. It wasnât like he was much of a âcity boyâ himself; growing up in the desert, his mother made sure he could navigate just as easily at night as he did the day.
 He could say he had the best tutors, that he knew every constellation by heart.
 He could say that Jon was pointing at the wrong dipper, he meant the one slightly below it.
 Damian could say any or all of those things, but for once in his life he kept quiet. Jon was smiling and he didnât always have to prove he was the smartest person in the room.
 -x-
 âSo, any bets?â Steph asked, shielding her eyes as she leaned back and squinted at the sky. Despite the intense July heat, she stood away from the shade. Above them, small specks in the bright sky, were Conner, Kara, and Jon. They raced through the air, sometimes coming low enough to hear their laughter, other times they were barely visible.
 âOn what?â Tim asked. Like her, he was staring up at the sky. Unlike her, he was smart enough to stay next to the barn and the meager relief it provided. Perhaps he did have a modicum of intelligence after all.
 Not that Damian would applaud him. Using a handful of pebbles, Damian started flicking them at distant targets, smirking when they hit with a satisfying thwink. Perhaps Jon could hide his training dummies and Tim could hide his weapons, but they couldnât force him to be idle the entire time he was here. Glancing at Cassandra, who was sitting nonchalantly on the ground next to him, a pleased smile on her face, Damian was perplexed. How could she handle this?
 âThe next Super. Like, itâs obvious that Cass is the next Batman, but I dunno about them.â Ignoring Damianâs glare, she finally strolled into the shade. She leaned against the barn door and crossed her arms. âItâs between Conner and Jon.â
 âSo Karaâs not interested?â Tim stroked his chin thoughtfully. After humming for a few minutes, he turned to Cassandra and asked, âWhoâd you rather work with?â
 Unable to handle the indignancy anymore, Damian barked, âIâm the next Batman.â
 âSure.â Stephanie rested a hand on her hip, giving him a pitying look. âWhatever makes you feel better.â
 âGo easy on him, itâs not easy to find out that heâll be Robin forever.â Tim shook his head sadly. âAll of that time, all of mommyâs promises thatâd heâd get the job, it must be crushing.â
 âWhat?â he squawked.
 âHe couldnât even accept that Cass is Bruceâs favourite.â Coming over, Stephanie squeezed his shoulder. âAnd then thereâs Dickâyouâre maybe third? Maybe?â
 Picking a pebble out of his hand, Cassandra flicked it at the bushes. A bird shot out of it, startled. âEither of themâŚare fine,â she answered slowly. âConner, then Jon?â
 Et tu, Brutus? Damian turned to Cassandra as she tossed yet another pebble with pinpoint accuracy. He should have realized earlier that they were all after his job, that there was no one here he could trust.
 âAh, Conner takes it on for a little before giving it to Jon.â Stephanie nodded sagely. âTrue, thatâs also in the running.â Her hair fell in front of her as a flyby occurred and she quickly pushed back her golden locks. âYou know Jon actually hangs out with them?â Wrapping an arm around Damianâs shoulder, she bemoaned, âWhy canât our baby be so friendly?â
 âIt would beâŚweird,â Cassandra pointed out, getting up now. She patted him on the back. âHe isâŚdifferent.â
 âWho is?â Kara landed on the ground, her hair looking like a wild nest. It seemed being Kryptonian didnât protect them entirely from physics.
 âDamian, but you already knew that.â Stephanie retreated before he could attack her. âWhatâs up?â
 Kara glared at him before smiling at Stephanie. âA race! Weâll each pick one of you up and see who can fly the fastest. So, Steph or Cass?â
 âCass!â Stephanie volunteered, leaning against Cassandra. âIâve had plenty of flights. Itâs a sacrifice, but someone has to do it.â
 âSacrifice.â Tim rolled his eyes. âYou just donât want to mess your hair.â
 âBoth things can be true.â She stuck her tongue out.
 By now, Jon and Conner had landed as well, standing next to Damian and Tim respectively. Conner smirked cockily. âWeâve got this in the bag.â
 âYeah, we did this every day in the Teen Titans.â Tim high-fived Conner. âItâll be too easy.â
 âOh, just you wait and see!â Kara stood next to Cassandra, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. âIâve practiced.â
 âWeâll win!â Jon declared, grabbing Damianâs hand. Leaning closer, he whispered, âAnd no matter what, youâre my Batman.â
 âHuh?â Damian tried to look at Jon but before he could, he was already in the air and the race had started.
 On that day, Damian discovered that his stomach was both stronger and weaker than heâd expected. Â
 -x-
 At nine pm, it was dark. Dark in a different way than Gotham gotâfor all the narrow alleys and forgotten warehouses, it was never truly devoid of light. Whether it was a flickering streetlamp or the semi-blocked lights of an office, there was light somewhere.
 Here, though, in the middle of nowhere, it was pitch dark. Damian could just make out Jonâs figure sitting next to him. The others, still sitting near the barbeque a short distance away, were impossible to see. The only thing visible were the stars above, as disgustingly bright as ever. Somehow, the sky never turned truly dark, a thing he had forgotten. It had been too long since heâd been in the desert, since heâd left the city behind.
 âIâm glad you came.â Even without looking, he knew Jon was smiling. He was always smiling, always moving, always something, like his face didnât know how not express his emotions, like his body would combust if he stayed still.
 Damian didnât bother to reply. Leaning forward on the dock edge, he skimmed his shoe against the still waters, watching the dark ripples warp the galaxy below. The only thing rivalling the stars were the fireflies drifting lazily nearby, yellow spots against the black.
 Unfazed (and Damian didnât want to think about when that happened, about when Jon stopped getting angry at his silence and just accepted it), Jon rested his hand on Damianâs, threading their fingers together. It was an oddly intimate sensation. Damian didnât mind it for some reason. âItâs a lot more fun when youâre around. I wish you didnât have to leave tomorrow.â
 This time, Jonâs stare was expectant. Damian glanced at him, then back at the fireflies. âIt wasnât a complete waste,â he muttered, a half-truth. Perhaps there was something to vacations, but he loathed to admit it.
 Jon laughed, seeing through him. âKnew youâd like it here.â
 Feeling a little prickly, Damian glared at him. âDonât act like you knowââ
 âBut Iâm right, arenât I?â When Damian didnât say anything, Jon leaned closer. âI know you.â
 Before Damian could react, Jonâs lips were on his cheek, a warm pressure that was all too temporarily. His jaw fell slack. His skin burned. For once, his words failed him and he felt like a simpleton.
 âIf I knew thatâd shut you up, Iâd have done it ages ago.â Jon smirked, looking playful.
 âJon!â Pa Kent yelled. âWeâre making smores.â
 âSave me some chocolate!â
 And just like that, Jon leaped to his feet, dashing away, and Damian still didnât know what to say.
 -x-
 The roof was empty when he sat on it. Cassandra wasnât there to give advice. Jon wasnât there, laughing as he strung together stars like they were the pearls, creating tapestries on the sky above. There was just complete and utter silence, just as Damian preferred.
 While his skin had cooled down, his heart hadnât, and he tried to meditate. Crossing his legs, he emptied his mind. Jonâs lips had been soft. He emptied his mind. His hand was rough. He emptied his mind. Jonâ
 And maybe he had been wrong before; it was too late for himself. Heâd been infected by all these damnable people around him, to the point he had actually considered asking Tim Drake of all people for advice. Friendship, family, loveâ
 It was too late. He had all of them and as loathe as he was to let them in, he was even worse about letting them go.
 -x-
 âSo.â The confident Jon of yesterday was gone, leaving a more nervous boy in its wake. He was constantly fidgeting, his eyes darting all over like he didnât know where to look. Judging by the bags under his eyes, he probably hadnât slept.
 Good. He deserved a little suffering for leaving like that, for forcing Damian to think about his feelings. âSo?â he drawled out, relishing in the little flinch Jon gave.
 They were standing in front of the Kentâs house, in the cool morning air. For the first time in two weeks, the sun wasnât beating down on him and Damian couldnât wait to return to the air conditioning of the Wayne manor. Already, the others were packing up the car, leaving only him and Jon to say their goodbyes.
 Or, well, whatever it was that Jon was trying to say. Damian tapped his foot on the ground, raising a brow when Jon didnât say anything.
 âSee you later?â Jon managed weakly.
 Sighing, Damian tossed him a bone. âEven a stopped clock is right twice. This vacation wasnât terrible, Iâm not adverse to doing it again. However, we are making this up with double the amount of work when we get back.â
 Jon blinked. âYou still want to be partners?â
 Damian nodded. âYes, I thought you had superhearing?â
 âAnd the other thing?â Jon asked, stepping closer.
 It took all of Damianâs willpower to not step back, not even when Jon was close enough to touch, to kiss. Feeling a familiar flush on the back of his neck, he coughed and looked away. âThatâŚthat was fine too.â
 âReally?â Jonâs voice was filled with an earnest hope and Damianâs stomach flip-flopped.
 âDonât make me repeat it,â Damian growled, feeling uncharacteristically flustered.
 âDamian!â That was the only warning he got before Jonâs arms were around him once more, his lips pressed against his own. Behind him, he heard a bag drop and of all the people to bear witness to this, it had to be the morons in his family.
 It was hard to pay attention to both them and Jon, to the pure joy that radiated off hisâDamian didnât know what to call Jon anymore. Friend didnât feel appropriate. Whatever it was, heâd figure it out later, when they were alone and they didnât have the peanut gallery around. Gingerly, he wrapped an arm around Jon, pulling him closer. When they finally parted to take a breath, he glared at Jon. âDid you have to do it in front of them?â
 âThatâs your first response?â Jon grinned, leaning close to kiss him on the nose. Reluctantly letting go, Jon stepped back. âSee you in a week.â
 âLike Iâm letting you off the hook that easily,â Damian grumbled, pretty sure his entire face was red now. While he took after his mother, his brown skin could only hide so much, and unfortunately his carmates eyes were sharper than most.
 Ignoring the stares, he marched to the car and plunked himself into the front passenger seat. He was not going to deal with Stephanieâs teasing a second time around, not when she had more ammo. At least Drake would have to keep his eyes on the road.
 -x-
 The entire car ride back was filled with Tim and Stephanie singing, âDamian and Jon, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.â
 Damian had never been more tempted to kill.
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Worry (Carol Danvers x Kara Danvers x Reader)
Requested by @chonisbestmistake :Â Okay, but what about Carol Danvers x fam!reader x Kara Danvers? Y/N constantly worrying her ass out because of them being in danger and thinking she's not enough cuz she's just a human. She never tells anything but she cant have this feelings locked up inside her anymore and so she blows up. The girls are shook but make sure she feels loved and safe again. I know its different universes but i so wanna date them bothđđđ
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Getting out of bed for the last few months have been a struggle, but you would be the last person to complain. Every morning had a similar routine: wriggling out of bed as inconspicuously as possible and making coffee before one of your girlfriends speeds down the stairs and picks you up to get back into bed again. Most of the time itâs Kara doing the picking up because Carol is usually too grumpy to get out of bed in the morning. However, you know exactly how Carol likes her coffee so youâre the only person who can bug Carol to get out of bed without facing any consequences.
Most of your mornings were spent with finding Kara sleeping in her super-suit with an arm over you. However, that wasnât always the case. Carol was often gone with the Avengers whereas Kara barely got any sleep juggling her job at Catco and her work as Supergirl. You loved the fact that both of your girlfriends were superheroes, but you couldnât lie: it was frustrating being the only human in the relationship. Both of your girlfriends can be seen flying around the world, if not other galaxies, saving lives and you were stuck at home worrying about their safety. The worst part was that you couldnât do anything about it except turn on the news and hope for the best.
Kara has been gone for the past week on what seemed to be the yearly crisis, and Carol was at the Avengers base about to head out to another mission in some faraway galaxy. Loneliness was a part of life whenever they were both gone, but the bigger issue was the knot of worry in your stomach whenever you returned home from work and turned on the TV. People always said that âno news was good newsâ, but that was the part that infuriated you the most. You wanted to know if Kara and Carol were okay, but you didnât have clearance from either SHIELD or the DEO to see if they were even alive or not. All you could do was send them a text and hope that Netflix could distract you from your worries.
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It had been three weeks since your girlfriends had each gone on their respective missions, but to you, it seemed like theyâve been gone forever. You had just gotten into bed when you saw a bright light from outside your window. Knowing that the light could only be from Carol, you went to open the window. What you did not expect to see was both Kara and Carol floating outside your window with your favorite food in their hands.
âHey, (Y/N)! Look what we got you!â The smiles on their faces would usually be enough to send a shot of warmth throughout your body, but for some reason, tonight you felt different. Instead of feeling happy, you were angry at both of them.
âHey, guys. Come in before someone sees you.â
âWhatâs wrong?â Karaâs face was creased in a frown as she noticed the change in your tone. You were usually happy to see them come home, but tonight you barely even looked at either of them as they came in through the window. Carol set the bags of food quietly behind you and waited for you to talk.
âI donât want to talk about it. And Iâm tired. Can we go to sleep?â
âBabe, whatâs wrong?â Kara used her superspeed to pick you up and put you on her lap on the couch. Her frown deepened when you moved irritably off her lap.
âWhere were you? And where were you?â You now turned to Carol. âI donât hear anything for weeks and now the two of you are suddenly back, acting as if nothing happened. Does either of you know how worried Iâve been since youâve been gone? Iâm only a human, so itâs not like I can help either of you if something happened. All I get to do is sit here and wait! Iâm sick and tired of not hearing from either of you for weeks just for one or both of you to waltz in like youâve never been gone. â You were surprised as to how loud youâve gotten as you talked, and stopped before you got any further.
âI was at the Avengers base coordinating a joint mission with Peter and Thor. I was on Asgard most of the time, and I wasnât in any danger with the team having my back.â Carol came up and hugged you from behind. âIâm sorry I didnât call and made you worried. Iâll see if Tony can give me something to communicate with you when Iâm in another galaxy.â
âAnd I was on the new planet my mom is helping build. It was nice seeing my mom, but not so nice considering there was a rival planet sending their military to surround the planet. Iâm also sorry for making you worry about me.â Kara ended the sentence with a mumble, and you immediately felt bad for your outburst.
âYouâre not any less powerful just because youâre human, you know.â Carol picked you up and sat beside Kara.
âYeah. Iâm still sort of scared of Alex, and sheâs human just like you.â Kara put her head on your lap and closed her eyes. âJust because youâre human doesnât mean you canât intimidate superheroes.â
âI think the secret is to not worry so much about us.â Carol put a finger on your mouth before you could protest. âI know itâs hard, and I think itâs adorable that youâre worried about me and Kara. Youâre the main reason why I keep going. All I want you to know is that not only am I the most powerful Avenger, but Iâll also always find my way back to you, no matter how far away I am.
âSame for me here.â Kara lifted her head from your lap and kissed you on the cheek. âI promise to never leave you hanging for so long again.â
âOkay.â It was your turn to mumble. You felt bad for exploding at your girlfriends earlier on in the night, but that feeling went away as soon as you heard Karaâs stomach growling.Â
âYou hungry?â Kara nodded as she looked at the stack of food that she and Carol had brought in.
âIâm hungry too.â Carol stood up to get the food, but Kara beat her to it. âDonât even think about it, Danvers!â
âDanvers yourself, hand me those potstickers!â
âI ordered three boxes so that me and Carol could have some too!â
âNot if I have anything to say about that.â
âEw, Carol! Chew with your mouth closed, youâre spraying food everywhere!â You managed to catch a sushi roll thrown by Carol in your mouth and threw a potsticker back in her direction. Kara, never wanting to be left out of a food fight, threw two potstickers at both of you and made away with the box before either of you could stop her.
Alex had wanted to come over to your apartment and spend the night watching 80âs movies until you fell asleep. You had given her a key to your place in case something happened, and over the months the two of you developed such a close friendship she had permission to stop by whenever she wanted. She had headphones on so she didnât hear the squeals of laughter come from your room and opened the door before knocking. A piece of sushi nearly hit Alex on her way in, and she quickly closed the door and turned to walk out. She was glad that her sister was back, but nothing was worth getting into a food fight with that one. Movie night was going to have to wait until later.
#Carol Danvers#carol danvers x reader#carol danvers imagine#Captain Marvel#captain marvel x reader#captain marvel imagine#kara danvers#kara danvers x reader#kara danvers imagine#supergirl#supergirl x reader#supergirl imagine
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Little!Luthor Reader
One where L!L struggles with an eating disorder, but it had gotten somewhat better after moving in with Lena because Lillian isnât there to always make fun of her weight. Everything is fine, until someone in game night makes an off handed joke about L!L always eating sweets. It triggers her, and she starts skipping some meals. Itâs not so often at first, but then she starts going three days without really eating. Lena gets suspicious, and asks about it, but L!L just brushes it off. Since itâs been so long since sheâs really limited her diet, L!L gets lethargic and cranky. One day, while sheâs hanging out with Lena at work, L!L, lacking nutrition, passes out. Sheâs taken to the hospital where the doctors tell Lena based on her blood work she has several nutritional deficiencies, a sign that she hasnât been eating. Lena talks to L!L about it when she wakes, she wonât talk about it. Lena, trying to make her feel safe, admits she also had an eating problem because of Lillian, which she only got over with the help of friends. L!L finally opens up that point. Lena promises to help L!L through her issue and the night ends in cuddles with Lena getting L!L to enjoy a little ice cream, but also understanding thereâs a long road ahead
- requested by @qualitytrashtho
TW for eating disorders
The food at the latest game night was running low, and there were only two cupcakes left. You looked up from them and saw Kara eyeing them from across from you.
You smirked and grabbed them both, licking the frosting off of the first one.
âY/n/nnnn,â Kara whined.
âIâm just teasing, Kara,â giggling, you handed Kara the untouched cupcake so she could have it.
Kara took it with a toothy grin and chuckled, âThanks, youâve been stealing all the sweets tonight, kiddo, youâve gotta leave some for me.â
âOh, um - sorry, if you want i can take the frosting off and you can have the rest of my cupcake,â You said almost immediately, suddenly, you didnât want the cupcake anymore.
âYouâre all good, Y/n/n,â Kara smiled and winked at you, taking a big bite of her cupcake.
âNo, Iâm serious I actually donât want it anymore, I think the sugar is giving me a stomach ache,â You shook your head and held the cupcake out for Kara to take.
âOkay,â She said hesitantly, taking your cupcake, âThanks for the cupcakes, squirt.â
âSure thing, Kara,â You nodded and sighed when she turned around to go back to the couch.
â
The next morning you opted out on eating breakfast, not wanting to worry Lena, you just told her that you werenât in the mood and that you would just have a big lunch.
After a few weeks youâd gotten into a habit of not having breakfast at all.
The first week was just two days, but soon youâd cut out breakfast altogether.
Lena was pretty surprised and kind of confused because you loved breakfast, especially when she made you her infamous toast (it doesnât sound like much, but she has this way of making it taste so good). She didnât want to nag or bother you, so she just let it go, still offering to make you something, or even just give you a granola bar to snack on at least.
It wasnât hard to start limiting the amount you ate during lunches and dinners, Lena was always focused on work, and when you did eat lunch together, you always finished last anyway, Lena would get caught up in whatever sheâd be talking about and wouldnât even notice how little you ate.
After a few days of eating just a few small snacks throughout the day, Lena decided to ask you about it. Her concern had grown a lot since you stopped eating breakfast. She took the chance to try talking to you while the two of you were watching TV and a commercial came on, âHey, Y/n/n, you havenât been eating that much lately, whatâs that about?â
âItâs nothing, I guess I just havenât been that hungry,â You shrugged and got up, âIâll go make some popcorn.â That seemed to be the easiest way to end the conversation and get rid of Lenaâs concern for the moment, as long as you just ate a little of the popcorn.
â
The next day you ate lunch with Lena at work, taking a break from your homework to do so. When Lena looked up from her work, she saw you sitting on the couch quietly, playing with the sleeve of your sweater.
âY/n, you look a little pale sweetheart, are you okay?â Lena asked, getting up from her desk to sit beside you.
âIâm fine, just tired,â You said, trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible.
Lena just looked at you for a second before nodding and standing up to get the food, âCan you grab us waters from the mini fridge, please?â
âYeah,â You rolled your eyes, feeling grumpy as hell, but got up anyway and opened the fridge to get two bottles of water, kneeling down to see what you were grabbing.
You felt lightheaded as it was, but it got worse when you stood up from the fridge.
Your legs gave out and you fell to the ground, dropping the waters.
âY/n?â Lena went wide eyed when you collapsed and hurried to your side.
â
You woke up in the hospital a few blocks away from L-Corp. You could feel Lenaâs head resting in your lap and her hand in your own. It only took a few moments for you to become aware of the uncomfortable IV in one of your arms, making you groan softly.
Lena lifted her head when she heard you and she seemed to relax when she saw you awake, âThank god, Y/n, you scared me so bad.â
âIâm sorry,â you said, looking away from her face to avoid feeling guiltier.
âNo, donât be sorry honey, just - why hadnât you been eating?â Lena asked softly, like she was nervous to hear your answer.
âIt wasnât really anything, Lena, Iâll eat more,â You squeezed Lenaâs hand gently, looking up for a moment and feeling another wave of guilt when you saw her expression.
âI know living with Lillian was really hard, Y/n/n. She is undoubtedly the worst mother there is to have. I didnât know it when I was living with her, but a little while after I moved out of the Luthor manor, Iâd realized that because of Lillian I developed an eating disorder,â Lena sighed softly and looked up at you, chewing on the inside of her lip. âIt lasted a really long time, Iâll be honest, but I was able to get over it with the help of our friends. And I think if this sounds somewhat like what youâre feeling now, I promise to help you for as long as you need me to.â
You looked at Lena gratefully, âThank you, that means a lot to me.â
Lena smiled and nodded a bit, âYou ready to go home?â
âOh yeah, I wanna get out of here,â You chuckled.
â
By the end of the night you and Lena were in her bed watching Guardians of the Galaxy (she let you pick the movie) and eating ice cream. You guys were using the fluffiest blanket in the apartment and you were tucked into Lenaâs side the whole movie.
#supergirl#supergirl au#katie mcgrath#lena luthor#lena luthor imagine#lena luthor x reader#lena luthor x little!luthor#lena luthor x little!luthor reader#little!luthor reader#little! luthor#melissa benoist#kara danvers#kara danvers imagine#kara danvers x reader
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Could we get a Dansen one shot added to "Love of My Life" where Alex comes home grumpy per usual, but extra grumpy? Kelly does her magic to get to the bottom of it, and it turns out Alex is getting sick. Fluff and cuddles ensue for the grumpy, under-the-weather agent.
This is literally the cutest prompt ever. I love it. Grumpy Alex is my favorite thing to write, especially when she has someone as wonderful as Kelly to help her. Thank you for the prompt!
It was normal for Alex to be grumpy when she got home from work. Whether it was the annoying new recruits, a difficult case, or a ton of paperwork, there was usually a reason for her to be irritable when she got home.Â
Most evenings, theyâd talk it over during dinner and Kelly would magically break Alexâs walls down in a way that no one else could. Sheâd get to the source of Alexâs discomfort quickly and work her through it. By the time they settled down to watch a movie before bed, Alex would be calm, relaxed, and more at peace.Â
But one particular evening, Alex was more moody than usual. And try as she might, Kelly couldnât figure out what the hell was bothering her.Â
âAre you sure you donât want any dinner? You barely ate any of your lunch when I came to see you...â She sighed when Alex just stared at the plate of food in front of her.Â
âIâm just... not hungry.â Alex muttered.Â
Kelly watched her, trying to read her body language. She didnât seem angry or annoyed. Her mouth wasnât turned down into a complete frown, it was more of a straight line. Her eyebrows werenât creased together, and her head rested on her chin instead of her arms being crossed in front of her. From what Kelly gathered, she wasnât feeling any discernible emotions and she wasnât putting up defensive.
âDid... something happen at work? When I saw Kara earlier, she said it was a slow day for you guys.âÂ
Alex glanced up at her words, unsure of how to respond.Â
âMm. Yeah, it was slow today. So, no, nothing happened.â She shrugged.Â
âThen whatâs got you in this mood?â Kelly asked gently. âI know you well enough by now, I know when somethingâs not right.âÂ
âCan I have some water?â Alex asked after a moment, as if she hadnât really heard what Kelly had said. It wasnât like her to be totally zoned out.Â
âOf course. Iâll be right back.â Kelly stood up to go to the kitchen. She paused to kiss Alexâs cheek on the way over. She pulled back, looking concerned.
âWhat?â Alex asked, slowly turning her head to glance at her.Â
âBabe, youâre burning up...âÂ
Suddenly, it made sense. The lack of emotion, the disinterest in food, the inability to listen, and even her sluggish movements that Kelly had just started to notice.Â
âAm I? Not possible. Itâs freezing in here.â Alex said, a look of confusion on her face while Kelly nodded knowingly.
âI may not be the medical doctor in the room, but I think I know whatâs going on. Go put on some pajamas and lie down. Iâll get you some water and a cool cloth.â She instructed.
Alex nodded and started stand, but gripped the edge of the table for a moment.Â
âCan you...? Iâm feeling a little dizzy...â Alex murmured. Kelly immediately came to her side and helped her to bed.Â
âOkay, no pajamas. Letâs just get you out of your uniform and into a t-shirt...âÂ
It took several minutes and a lot of effort since Alex was basically dead weight, but they managed to get Alex under a light blanket with just underwear and a t-shirt on.Â
âI hate this...â Alex murmured, a little more lucid now that she had drank the entire glass of water Kelly had given her.Â
âI know. But you overwork yourself, it was bound to happen eventually.â Kelly told her, being blunt but gentle at the same time.Â
âYeah, yeah...â Alex rolled her eyes. Kelly changed into some pajamas and climbed into bed next to her. âI donât wanna get you sick. Are you sure you wanna be here right now?âÂ
âI want to be where I can be to get you better. And I know you like cuddles when youâre sick, so cuddles you shall have.âÂ
âYouâre the best.â Alex murmured, her eyes already closing a little as she relaxed into Kellyâs arms.Â
âSleep well, Alex...â Kelly murmured, kissing her forehead gently. She knew sheâd probably get sick as well, but it was worth it.
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Speedster
Speedster
Show:Â Supergirl Summary:Â Youâre the youngest of the Danvers sisters, and, as of one month ago, Supergirlâs partner; a speedster. You got into an accident, and it ended in a lot of things being said and done, but it all works itself out in the end, right? Warnings:Â None :)
AN: This is my first fic! I adore the Danvers sisters and feel like they would absolutely be the kind of siblings to do this. I hope you enjoy it!
Words: 1396
Ouch.
You groaned as you rolled onto your side, blinking against the harsh light of the DEO med lab. You tried to sit up, but were immediately met by four hands pushing on your shoulders until you were lying back down, scowling up at the concerned faces of your sisters.
âIâm fine,â you grumbled, shaking their hands off of you. âI just need some rest â away from fluorescent lights. I heal fast â speedster now, remember?â âOh, we remember, Y/N, we watched you launch yourself off a building and then burst into flames in midair. Youâre staying here until youâre fixed.â Alex sounded angry, and you didnât really blame her. You knew what youâd done was stupid, but right now you were tired, and in pain, and not in the mood to fight with your eldest sister.
So what you probably shouldnât have done was give her the finger.
âAre you serious, Y/N?â Real mature,â Alex scoffed. You could see Karaâs face scrunch up, internally cursing you as she stepped between you and Alex. âAlright, calm down. Y/N, Alex is just trying to help. We were really scared that you werenât going to make it.â Kara spoke softly, and as your eyes adjusted to the light, you could see the tension and fear in her expression. You paused, then, reluctantly, said, âIâm sorry. But can we please get this over and done with?â
You hated the med lab.
Alex nodded curtly, not saying anything as she stepped away from Kara and around to your other side. She busied herself with needles and vials as Kara took your hand, squeezing it gently. No one said anything as Alex ran her tests, double checked your vitals, and then finally cleared you.
You couldnât get out of there fast enough, using the remaining powers you had to get back to Karaâs apartment as fast as possible. You didnât remember falling asleep, but at about 6pm you were woken by Kara knocking on your door. âTime to get up, Y/N.â You groaned, throwing a pillow at your sister â missing her by a mile â and rolling over. âIâm tired.â You heard Kara chuckle, then felt the mattress shift as she sat down on the end of the bed. âI know. Being a superhero has that effect.â âI donât like it. I wanna go back.â â1 month in and you already wanna go back? Oh, dear.â You rolled your eyes, finally sitting up and looking your sister in the eyes. âI didnât mean it. Itâs fun. Donât bench me.â Kara mirrored your eye roll, taking your hands and pulling you to your feet. âHow about you donât get killed?â
You walked into the living room with her, yawning, but you slowed when you saw Alex sitting on the couch, unsure of where they stood. Upon seeing you, Alex sighed, patting the cushions next to her. You sat down tentatively, Kara on your other side. âAlex, Iâm ââ Before you could get anymore out, your eldest sister pulled you into a tight hug, one arms around your waist and the other pulling your head to her shoulder. You tensed for a moment, then relaxed, closing your eyes as you leaned into Alex, relieved that your fight was in the past. âDonât you ever scare me like that again, you hear me?â Alex said, her voice muffled. You just nodded. You broke apart, leaning back into the cushions.
After a momentâs silence, you heard Alex speak. âWere you about to apologise to me before, Y/N?â You held back a grin, and shook your head firmly. âNope.â âI couldâve sworn you said, âAlex, Iâmâ before I hugged you.â Alex was smirking slightly. âI was gonna say hungry. Alex, Iâm hungry.â The oldest sister grinned, turning and making eye contact with Kara over your head. âNah, I donât believe you.â Before you could say anything else, both sisters had your arms pinned out against the couch, one hand across your wrists and the other posed over each side. You immediately yelled out, struggling against them. âNo! Donât even think about it!â
âWe havenât been able to do this in a while, Alex,â Kara mused, running her index finger up your side, grinning as you flinched and obviously tried to hold back a smile. âI know, right? The little speedster keeps slipping away,â Alex replied, lightly spidering her fingers over your hip. You spluttered, trying to cover it up with a cough as you pushed against your sistersâ grip â but right now, youâre far weaker than they are, and had no chance. âI guess we gotta make the most of it,â Kara said, an evil look in her eye as she slowly crept her fingers up your side. You squeaked, knowing it was pointless to try and hide your smile anymore. âJust â just get it over with,â you mumbled, and your sisters grinned, wasting no time.
Even though you knew it was coming, you still felt caught off-guard when you felt Alex kneading your hips and Kara squeezing your sides. You fell into laughter much quicker than you wouldâve liked, much to your sistersâ amusement. âJesus, I think sheâs even more ticklish since she became a speedster,â Alex chuckled, letting go off your wrist so she can properly tickle you. You tried to bat her away, but your attempts were weakening as Alex sat on your legs, forcing you to lie back into Karaâs lap as the eldest began to dance her fingers across your stomach, smirking as you yelped. Kara had easy access to your sides from behind, and she trailed her fingers along them at a quickening pace. You dissolved into giggles, squirming under their touches.
âYou â you guys suck!â you managed to get out, squealing as Alex found your ribs. âA mouth like that, and youâre bound to get into some trouble, Y/N. What would you do if a bad guy found out about this little weakness?â Alex teased. âQuite the situation,â Kara added, as she began to flutter her fingers around your ears and neck, making you squirm madly, a small cry escaping your lips as Alex began to pinch your sides again. âStohohop! Iâm gonna die!â you yelped, twisting sharply to the side in an attempt to get away from the exploring fingers of your sisters. However, Kara just took full advantage, easily spinning you so you were on your stomach. âSay youâre sorry,â Alex said, crawling her fingers from your hips up to your sides, the element of surprise sending ticklish shocks through your body and making it ten times worse. âNever!â âIâm sorry, Alex. Iâll never do it again, Alex.â âShuhuhut up!â
The speed of her fingers increased, and you were reduced to a squealing mess in a matter of moments. Kara slipped off the couch and kneeled down by your waist, unable to stop herself from giggling as she watched Alex work her hands under your stomach, her trapped hands tickling ruthlessly as she smirked. âAlex, the hips were very good for you before, right?â âVery good.â âNo â Kara!â
Your laughter jumped a pitch when Kara began to drill into your hips, entirely helpless as your sisters tickled you half to death. Alex was now using one hand to tickle your stomach while the other trailed across your neck and arms, sending you into a fit of giggles. âSay it, Y/N,â Alex cooed. âI â I cahahanât!â Your sisters slowed their assault, flipping you back onto your back. Alex lightly traced your collarbones while Kara fluttered her fingers up and down your sides.
âIâm â Iâm sorry, Alex.â They finally stopped, leaving you to curl up into a giggling ball in the middle of the couch. Kara pulled herself back up to her old position beside you as you sat up, trying (and failing) to look grumpy. âWhy so sad? Need us to cheer you up?â Kara teased, wiggling her fingers. You shook your head madly, pushing yourself closer to Alex. The eldest wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and soon Kara joined two, the three sisters pulled together in a messy hug.
âI love you,â you said quietly. âWe love you too, Y/N,â Kara said, messing with your hair as Alex pressed a kiss to your temple. The three ended up falling asleep, entangled, mere minutes later, faint smiles gracing all their lips.
#tickle fic#ticklish#tickle#tickle community#ticklee#tickler#ticklish!reader#ticklish reader#reader insert#tickle talk#supergirl tickle#kara danvers tickle#alex danvers tickle#supergirl x reader#sillyfeathers supergirl#nova writes
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detention // kara danvers
summary:Â "You complimented me and I thought you were being sarcastic, and I was already having a shitty day so I started loudly having a full on rant at you. Now we're in detention for our 'disruptive behaviour' and it turns out you were actually being sincere and now I feel really really bad. Whoops." Credit for this writing prompt goes to 'shittyaus'Â
warning/s:Â none.
Y/BF/N = your best friend's name
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     I couldn't be bothered today. Not one bit.
     In the space of four hours, my day had gone from mediocre to absolutely shitty. My alarm clock had been set to PM instead of AM, meaning I woke up half an hour late; my car ran out of petrol, so I was even more late for school; I forgot my lunch and any dinner money, which reminded me I'd forgotten to eat breakfast, which reminded my stomach it was bloody hungry, so it began to rumble ever so loudly through first period, or what was left of it since I was late; when my best friend offered to buy me a coffee and doughnut from the canteen at break, a dumb ass from my science class bumped into me and made me spill my coffee on my jeans. Not only did I lose out on precious coffee, but also had to change into my gym shorts and look like an absolute idiot.
     So, yeah, it was the worst day ever. And it wasn't even the start of lunch.
     I was only lucky that Y/BF/N lent me some lunch money, knowing how hungry I was. That's where I found myself, at the sandwich bar, scanning the shelves for something to fulfil my starving needs. Someone shoved me forward slightly, mumbling a half-assed apology, and I turned around to see it was some other random students, acting like five year olds in the canteen. Obviously still grumpy, I rolled my eyes and cursed inwardly. People were bloody annoying.
     I returned to looking for some lunch and breathed out slowly. Back to the sandwiches at last. Or at least I thought.
     "Hey, Y/N, I just wanted to say that I really like your outfit today."
     You have got to be kidding me right now!
     I felt my fists clench by my side, absolutely done with everyone's shit. I did not need some asshole to feed me sarcastic compliments, not when I was already grumpy and pissed at the existence of high school students in general.
     "You know what?!" I turned to see who had come to bother me, seeing it was Kara Danvers. Innocent, kind-looking Kara Danvers. She wore a smile on her lips that only managed to piss me off further. "I don't need this right now, Danvers! I've had an absolutely shitty morning and for fuck's sake, I don't need your fucking sarky comments to piss me off anymore!"
     Kara's smile turned into a frown and she was obviously taken aback by my burst of anger. She opened her mouth to respond, but I cut her off, feeling good letting this off my chest.
     "You think you can walk up to me with your innocent little smile and 'compliment' my outfit? Fuck you, Danvers! I know I look like a fucking idiot! Ooh, check out Y/N, wearing her dumbass gym shorts because she dropped her dumbass coffee on her jeans because some dumbass student bumped into her! Ha fuckin' ha, right?!"
     "Y/N, Iâ"
     "Well, guess what, Danvers?! I've had it up to bloody here with people's shittyness today! And your sarcasm is just fucking icing on the fucking cake!"
     I felt a load better when I got all of that off my chest. I barely noticed the slightly horrified expression on Kara's face or the groups of students watching us both with cheeky grins on their lips and their phones out.
     "If you're finished, Miss Y/L/N and Miss Danvers, please follow me to detention."
     I clenched my jaw as I turned around to see the headteacher, Mrs. Jefferson, watching the two of us with a heavily judgemental expression.
     I sighed and followed her, knowing Kara was right behind me.
***
     Detention. As if this day couldn't get any worse.
     We'd been given detention for 'disruptive behaviour'. As if? I couldn't be bothered arguing anymore though, so I reluctantly accepted, along with Kara, and that's where the two of us were now sat in silence. I was more upset at the fact that I never got my sandwich, to be honest. I was still super hungry.
     It was silent in here, seeing as we weren't allowed to speak to one another. I almost fell asleep, until the teacher watching us left  to get food and Kara spoke.
     "I wasn't being sarcastic, y'know..." she mumbled from the desk beside mine.
     I sighed and looked to the blonde. "What?"
     Kara met my eyes with nervous, flittering blue ones and repeated herself. "I wasn't being sarcastic when I complimented you. It was sincere. I thought you looked... well... cute... y'know, in your gym shorts and shirt..."
     Her eyes darted back to the front as her face grew red. I raised my eyebrows as I watched the blonde push her glasses up her nose with shaky hands. Well, shit. She was being sincere. And I was being a little bitch. Wow.
     "Shit, Kara, I'm sorry," I apologised almost immediately. "I didn'tâ I'm sorry, I was so rude to you! I've had a bad day, if you couldn't tell already, and I guess I just thought you were being sarcastic which pushed me over the edge. I was being a bitch, I'm so sorry."
     Kara merely smiled my way before looking down at her hands, which were playing with each other on the desktop. I realised it was also my fault she was stuck in here with me and shit, I felt terrible.
     "Erm, thanks by the way," was all I could say before looking forward.
     "What for?" she mumbled, her face still red with embarrassment.
     I bit my lip as I too played with my hands nervously. "For the, erm, compliment..."
#kara danvers x reader#kara danvers imagine#kara danvers#supergirl imagine#supergirl x reader#supergirl#melissa benoist
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Send a ship: Supercorp? ^^
Who would throw the other in the pool: Neither, Kara canât swim (or doesnât like to swim FIGHT ME) and Lena is like a cat when it comes to pools: NAH
Who is the better carer when the other is sick: Lena because sheâs more experienced with being sick. Kara does her best but panics and asks Eliza what to do or if she can fly her up to take care of Lena who is grumpy and curled beneath five blankets
Who would force the other to do extreme sports with them: I donât think theyâd force either of them to do it, Kara loves the thrill of it but the most she can get Lena to play with her via sports is Volley Ball, Soccer, maybe some basketball.
Who would cook the better romantic dinner: Kara, the girl eats too much NOT to know how to cook like a pro. She just chooses not to because that takes time and sheâs a hungry Kryptonian okay
Who would build the blanket fort in the living room: KARA WOULD AND SHEâD MAKE LENA JOIN HER itâd be either goofy or romantic
Who would have the best holiday ideas: Lena probably because Kara is indecisive about where she wants to go or what she wants to do because there are so many options and they all sound so fun
Who would need to clean out the otherâs stuff to make room for their own: I would say Lena but I feel like Kara one day just  opens one of Lenaâs drawers and is like âwhere can I move this?â and Lena is confused but Kara is like âListen i need some place to stash my clothes so where do you want me to put this stuff?â itâs one of Lenaâs favorite momentsÂ
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I can't get enough of the age au,maybe some headcanons for that?
Play it cool, Mod Kara
Donât pour your heart and soul into your writing just yet
Osomatsu (22 yr) Â - A very placid but fun big brother, stronk big brother and gives piggybacks, could probably carry Karamatsu, still gets drunk, sleeps with his little brothers when they have a nightmare, He likes to buy matching clothing for all of his brothers bc heâs a cool dadmatsu, has tum tum bc I love body headcanons alot, the younger trio love to sleep on his pudge bc it v comfy :0
Karamatsu (17 yr) - Motherly like brother, adores his brothers more then anyone every, would sacrifice himself for his younger brothers, cooks and pays for them most of the time (Sometimes shares with big bro Oso), piggybacks 24/7, very bara, chub leggies, very comfy to lie on if your smol, in the drama club, sings for his little brothers :0 I honestly could go on??
Choromatsu (15 yr) - Gets along with Karamatsu alot, rlly smart, very blushy and smol, helps his little brothers out with math homework (even if they donât listen lol), has a little vegetable garden in the backyard ;w; , not v strong and can barely carry his backpack, wears glasses :0, stumbles alot, reads to his younger brothers before bed, lanky :0
Ichimatsu (6 yr) - Grumpy little boy, quiet and doesnât like Karamatsu very much but canât sleep without him, might I mention that Karamatsu is like his personal teddybear btw, very clingy, chubby and soft, chases cats alot and âattemptsâ to help sick animals w/ nature, hungry 24/7, sits with Jyushi at lunchtime
Jyushimatsu (6 yr) - Gets teased for being so happy (But Ichimatsu sticks up for him!), laughs really loudly, very excitable, runs off alot, prone to physical hurtings like bruises, falling over etc, cries sometimes (But Kara and Ichi are always there to cheer him up!), plays baseball for the junior team, loves to sing with Karamatsu nii-san!, broke his arm one too many times, fit afÂ
Todomatsu (3 yr) - The true satan reformed into a toddler, everyone loves to squish his little hands and feet bc so small and chubby!, Squeals v loudly lmao, loves to be held by Osomatsu the most (Bc Karamatsuâs at school heh~), Loves to steal toys from from his older brothers and bites Karamatsuâs guitar picks, lots of :3c, Pats Karamatsu alot ;00
#⨠: Mod Kara : â¨#Osomatsu san#osomatsu#Karamatsu#Choromatsu#Ichimatsu#Jyushimatsu#Todomatsu#Age AU
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The Mysterious Case of the Missing Dumplings
Happy Birthday to the amazing, delightful and adorable @poppyssupergirl !!! I hope youâve had an excellent b-day, my boo!! You requested this back in October and I have finally climbed out of my trashcan to deliver! Hope you like it!!
Prompt: Karaâs potstickers go missing. Danvers fluff, with a side order of a smol guilty detective
âWhere are they?â
âHmm? Where are what?â Alex asks, glancing up from the drinks she was grabbing to see her sister standing stock-still, holding an empty take-out container.
âI left them right here! Where are they?!â Kara tosses the box onto the counter and turns to glare at the group of friends gathered on the couches. âThey were in this box when I left, and now theyâre gone. One of you ⌠you traitors obviously stole them!â
Alex places a placating hand on her shoulder, trying to calm the waves of grumpiness rolling off the Kryptonian. âStole what, Kar? We donât know what youâre talking about.â
âMy potstickers!â
âDidnât you finish those before flying off to put out that fire?â Alex asks, remembering a fully-garbed Supergirl shoving a handful of potstickers into her mouth and flying out the window with puffed chipmunk-cheeks less than half an hour ago.
âNo, I left three right here as a reward for when I got back!â Karaâs lower lip pouts forward as she crossed her arms. âBut someone,â Kara spins to face the row of suspects, examining each of their faces for guilt, âruined that reward by being a ⌠a thief!â
âHey!â Winn pipes up, from his spot on the loveseat next to James. âWhy are you looking at us? It could have been Alex.â
The two Danvers women straighten up into identical posesâhands on hipsâwhile shooting Winn glares that have him flinching back in his seat. âAlex is my sister. Sheâd never betray me like that.â Alex nods smugly, holding up her fist, and Kara bumps it with her own.
âB-but sheâs the one who was in the kitchen!â He says, waving his hand toward the scene of the crime. âDoesnât that seem kinda suspicious to you?â
Kara tilts her head in contemplation, but Alex just snorts. âOkay, one: this is my kitchen in my apartment,â she states dryly. âThereâs nothing âsuspiciousâ about any of thatââ
âSo you say,â Winn cuts in, only to receive another hard glare from Alex.
âAnd two,â Alex pauses, taking a few steps towards Winn as she seems to slip slightly into DEO interrogation mode. âYouâre being pretty quick to accuse right now, Winn ... How do we know youâre not trying to take the blame off yourself because youâre the real culprit?â
âYeah, Winn.â Kara starts to puff up like an angry peacock, all ruffled and ready to fight.
As much as Alex finds the situation amusingâseeing Winn try to hide himself against Jamesâ side to escape Karaâs grumpinessâshe shakes it off, knowing that sheâs going to have to be the voice of reason here. âWait, no, Kar, come on,â Alex sighs, reaching out a hand to reign her sister in. âWeâre not gonna play this game. Itâs just a couple potstickers.â
Kara turns to her sister with a look of utter disbelief, managing to sputter out, âa co- wha- only? Only a couple potstickers?! Alex! Theyâre potstickers, and more importantly, they were my potstickers!â When Alex doesnât seem to be swayed by that absolutely compelling argument, she huffs out, âFine. Since you wonât help me sniff out the criminal, Iâll do it myself.â
âThe hunt is on,â Vasquez teases from the armchair in the corner, and Lucyâwho is comfortably seated on her lapâhad been trying to contain herself, trying to keep them out of the line of fire. But the situation was just too entertaining. She couldnât help but laugh, trying to hide it in Vasquezâs shoulder.
Kara, though, with all her super senses, hears them easily. With a supernatural breeze, Kara is in front of them in seconds, towering above in what she likes to imagine is a thoroughly intimidating manner. âYou two seem pretty content,â she states, suspiciously.
Vasquez just smiles, wrapping her arms around Lucyâs waist as she says, âKinda hard not to be when I have my beautiful girlfriend on my lap.â
Karaâs expression momentarily melts at her friendsâ cuteness, before she remembers the pressing matter at hand and narrows her eyes at them again. This is obviously a distraction ploy, and she has to keep her head in the investigation. âHmm ⌠maybe ⌠or maybe it has something to do with my stolen potstickers!â She stares intently, waiting for their confessions.
Instead, she receives a snort of laughter from the pair.
âYou think this is a laughing matter?â Kara huffs exasperatedly.
âI mean, I kinda do,â Lucy teases, smirking, but seeing the pink rising on Karaâs cheeks, Vasquez cuts Lucy off with a playful poke to her side.
âHush, you. What she means is that we know better than to mess with âKara food.ââ
âOh, really?â
âKara.â Lucy deadpans. âOne time, I seriously thought you were going to take my whole hand off because I tried to sneak a fry off your plate.â
âOh.â Kara blushes. âI, well âŚâ
âPlus, there was that one time with Susan,â Lucy adds.
âYeah,â Vasquez laughs, rolling her eyes at the memory. âI swear you were going to melt me with your laser eyes over a granola bar.â
âI was hungry! It was after a late-night mission, and the DEO cafe was already closed!â Kara defends.
âIt wasnât even your granola bar!â
âSeriously, Kara?â Alex asks in disbelief, with a palm to her forehead. âWhat have I told you about intimidating my agents out of their food?â
Kara shuffles uncomfortably, but the moment is interrupted by Maggie coming in the front door with a large bag.
âHey, babe.â She smiles softly at Alex, pressing a kiss to her cheek. âI picked up more ice like you asked.â She goes about fitting it into the freezer before noticing how unusually silent game night seems to be. âUhhh ⌠whatâs going on? Whatâd I miss?â
Kara practically jumps across the room at her. âMaggie! Youâre a detective, so youâll help me, right? Unlike some people,â she says, shooting a look at her sister. âThereâs been a crime.â
âCrime?â
âOne of these ⌠these heathens stole my poor unsuspecting potstickers and ate them. I need you to use your detecting powers to figure out who I have to throw into space.â Kara bounces on the balls of her feet, holding one of Maggieâs hands in both of hers as she waits expectantly. âAlex is currently too busy disrespecting the sanctity of our sisterhood and of potstickers to help, but you will, right?â
âYour uh ⌠your potstickers, huh?â Maggie gnaws at her bottom lip and runs a hand through her hair. âWell I couldââ
âWait a minute,â Kara interrupts, leaning closer to Maggie and sniffing. Maggie jerks back looking between her and Alex with wide eyes.
âWhat are youââ
âSteamed vegetables. Garlic. Cabbage. Green onions. Pork! Oh my Rao!â Kara rips her hands away, gasping. âIt was you! You ate my potstickers!â
Maggie puts her hands up in front of her body, trying to mollify the disgruntled alien. âKara, Iââ
âNo, I can smell them on your breath! Youâ youâre ⌠Alex!â She turns to her sister, gripping her shoulders as she adamantly says, âAlex, you have to break up with Maggie.â
âWhat?!â Alex and Maggie squawk together.
âSheâs a traitor, Alex. She ate my potstickers. She obviously canât be trusted.â Her tone is serious, and her face is remorseful. Karaâs sorry, but really, itâs the only way.
âOh my god, Kara,â Alex shouts in exasperation, pushing Karaâs hands away. âMaggie is my wife, and Iâm not breaking up with her over a couple of potstickers.â
âBut Alexââ Kara starts to whine, but the front door interrupts for the second time that evening. A knock sounds through the apartment, and Kara flicks her glasses down to look through the door. A man holding several bags stands on the other side, fist raised and ready to knock again.
âWhy is the delivery man here?â Kara asks.
âI figured,â Maggie says softly, nudging Kara with her shoulder, âthat after putting out that fire youâd be pretty hungry, so I called in to have more food delivered.â
Looking through the door at the logo of her favorite Chinese restaurant plastered on all the bags, Kara practically squeals. âPotstickers?â
Maggie chuckles. âThree orders, all for you.â
Alex wraps her arm around Maggieâs waist, pulling her into her side as Kara almost rips the door off its hinges in her excitement.
âYouâre the best,â Alex whispers, pressing a kiss to the side of Maggieâs head.
With a small laugh, Maggie whispers back, âI try.â
She turns her head to place a kiss on her wifeâs lips when Karaâs food-garbled voice cuts in, âIâb dedided dat -ou ca- keeb -er.â
âWas gonna keep her whether you liked it or not, Kara,â Alex sing-songs at her sister who is clutching the boxes of takeout to her chest while shoveling potstickers into her mouth.
âGlad to hear it, babe,â Maggie says with a proud smile. âAnd glad to hear I have your approval again,â she adds with a wink to Kara.
Kara just grins around food-puffed cheeks before stuffing another dumpling into her mouth.
âCome on Miss Hangry, letâs go set up a board game.â
Later that night after the games have been abandoned and a movie has been put in, Kara can hear whispers between Lucy and Vasquez.
âI still canât believe she literally sniffed out the thief!â
âSheâs like a bloodhound.â
Kara would protest, but with her head on Alexâs lap, her legs on Maggieâs and her potstickers in her belly, she is much too content to care.
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#boo you the best#and i am so unbelievably glad to have met you almost a year ago#you're my fave and I hope this little fic lives up to your expectations#love your adorable face bunches <3 <3 <3#HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!#Sanvers#Danvers Sisters#Kara is a hangry mess#Lucy/Vasquez
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supercorp week day 3
Revelations
Each time she saved Lena she wanted to spill, to tell her who she was, to tell her that she was trusted that she was going to be safe. It was those times she hated that she worked for the government, and she hated whoever had demanded that she was never to tell any celebrity her true identity, it was a dumb rule. Supergirl was a celebrity did that mean that she should not tell herself her own identity. Jâonn made sure to check and ensure that Kara had not told Lena he said that if she did then he would have to wipe her memory of Kara.
What kind of person makes that rule, she was grumpy because of it, and she had even gotten mad at Jâonn who was only doing his job and trying to protect her identity, but Lena was trustworthy. She hated lying to Lena about it, maybe Lena already knew and thought that Kara simply did not trust her enough to tell her. She trusted Lena with everything she was and everything that was to come but this, this was not her call and she hated it. The whole situation only hurt her relationship, and she feared that there was a possibility of it causing her and Lena to break up. A world where Lena hated her was not a world that Kara wanted to be part of, she never wanted to make Lena feel untrusted or uncared for.
Alex was with her on telling Lena, although originally she had not trusted Lena, after Lena saved her life and helped save the city if not the world, Alex trusted her. The two had gotten close even, they would have coffee together whenever their schedules allowed it and Kara could not have been happier that her sister approved of her girlfriend. Having Alex on her side meant that she would have some help dealing with Jâonn if she told Lena, and she needed all the help  she could get. Despite Jâonnâs soft spot for the Danvers girls he still followed the rules and protocol it was his job.
âWe need to convince him Alex, I am not risking him wiping her mind of me. I could not live with it if he did.â Karaâs voice dripped with worry.
âItâs gonna be ok, I am going to see if we can get Mâgann to talk to him about it, she may be able to give him a good argument. You just go to dinner  your girlfriend is waiting on you.â Alex offered Kara a smile, as she attempted to usher the kryptonian out of the building.
Lena was across town in her office getting ready, she had an extra supply of clothes in there mostly so that when she got to caught up with work and nearly missed an event she would not have to waste time driving back home. She probably should have taken off about half an hour ago to get ready for her and Karaâs date, but she had put it off and now was only left with twenty minutes to prepare. Honestly Kara would not care what she wore, but still Lena always enjoyed seeing how Karaâs jaw dropped each time she wore a new outfit.
The low cut ones always ensured that Kara would not be able to maintain eye contact, apparently supergirl was a boob girl. Supergirl, at first it had bugged Lena that Kara had not told her, but something had clicked in the way Kara looked each time she ran off. Kara looked sad like she was not able to tell Lena what it was, she was not allowed to tell Lena her identity. It was a likelihood after all supergirl did work with a government agency that was not secret. She could not be mad at Kara for doing what she had to do, she understood, hated it most days but understood.
She finished getting ready and headed out waving to Jess as she left, Harold would be taking over for the weekend giving Jess some time off. She had decided that even though having multiple assistants made it at times difficult, it allowed them to have a life outside of work. Just because she spent most of her time at L-corp she was not going to subject her assistants to doing the same. Although since the whole Alana situation had gone down she was much stricter with how she vetted them. If she messed up a second time with her selection she could end up dead.
Her driver dropped her off outside the newest restaurant in town, she had finally convinced Kara that humans could not live when they eat potstickers on every date. Karaâs appetite never bothered her but one can only eat so much chinese food before they have to swear off of it for a while. Lena stepped out of the car to see Kara waiting outside the restaurant for her.
âLena, how was your day, that meeting with what's his name?â Kara said, as she helped Lena out of the car.
âHe who shall not be named gave me crap and spent a good portion of the meeting looking at my chest, did your day fair any better?â Lena had her arm linkedin Karaâs as they entered the restaurant.
Dinner was easy talking back and forth, Kara occasionally almost spilling food on herself, she did tend to get over eager when she was hungry. It was one of the adorable things about Kara that never failed to make Lena smile. It was easy and simple, and amazing, then Kara got a call the tell tale supergirl call that tended to interrupt them all to often.
âI have to go Lena, snapper I am so sorry.â she gave Lena a peck on the lips before rushing off.
She had to remind herself that this was for the greater good, Kara was helping people, and she loved how good Kara was. How amazing she was as supergirl, that did not make her stop wishing that she could have just a bit more time during their dates. It was selfish she knew, and she would never ask Kara to stop being supergirl she loved it, and Lena would never make Kara stop doing something she loved. Supergirl was not who she was, it was part of her though and every part of Kara was important.
She found herself quickly finishing up her meal, not caring much for the food without the company, the food was fine, just nothing was as good as it was with Kara. The reporter made things better to live with, she looked at everything with a brightness that no one else could hope to match. She was probably being bias but then again it was true Kara was a walking ray of sunshine nothing could match that.
She left soon after, she was already thinking about working she had a project to finish after all. Her driver came up to the curb ready to take her home or wherever she pleased.
Maggie stopped by the bar and convinced Mâgann to listen to Alexâs argument to try and get Jâonn on their side. It was going to be easier than they had thought to get Mâgann to understand, after all she knew that hiding something like that from someone you loved was difficult and strained a relationship not to mention the fact that it would end in heartbreak if it continued. Supergirl heart broken could be bad not only for the deo, but for any unfortunate person to be on the receiving side of Karaâs anger or grief.
âAlex, it is not going to be easy to convince him, you know he is a strict person who follows orders and he is protecting the deo in his mind.â Mâgann stated, she was trying to figure out how she would have to approach the subject with Jâonn.
â I know how he is, Â and I have used all of my leeway with Jâonn but to no avail so you are currently our only hope. So please do the best that you can, for Karaâs happiness.â Alex sat across from Mâgann at the table practically begging for Mâgann to help them.
â Ok I canât guarantee that he will lift the rule or what will happen but I will do everything i can.â
It took two whole hours to get any news of what had happened when Mâgann had brought it up, two hours of sitting around or pacing till it seemed as if Kara was about to ware through the floor again. After having to cancel yet another date with Lena under a false pretence the guilt was gnawing away at Kara. Alex hated to see her sister like this, her face scrunched up in worry and guilt hidden in her eyes. Lena made Kara happy, and she had proven herself multiple times to be worthy of trust, and to be on their side yet Lena was not trusted enough to have this secret.
Alex continued to check her phone every few minutes, while still trying to be discrete with it, seeing her check would not help Karaâs nerves the kryptonian looked as if she was about to explode anyways. Although exploding was not one of Karaâs powers, being able to break everything in Alexâs apartment was. The deo may pay for a good bit of the things that they would break, but there was a limit and she certainly could not afford a whole new apartment because of her sisterâs stress levels.
Her phone began to ring, Karaâs head snapped over towards the sound, and Alex scrambled on the couch to reach the phone as it continued to ring. It was quite the sight to see the normally composed Alex Danvers scrambling on a couch in order to reach her phone as if she was a fish out of water.
âHello, Jâonn.â Alex did her best to keep the nerves out of her voice, this was the moment that Kara was waiting for.
â I need to speak with you, I will drop by your apartment I donât want this to be done inside the deo.â Â Alex could not tell by his tone if this was a good or a bad thing, she and Kara were both holding on for some good news not a complete shut down.
âOk, we will be waiting,â She said, before saying her goodbyes and hanging up.
âOk, so what do we do, do  we wait can i go flying what do I do Alex I canât be patient for much longer.â Kara was near frantic as she paced.
âIt is gonna be ok, Kara just sit down for a minute, I canât afford a new floor, nor can I explain why I would need one to my landlord.â Alex said, pushing Kara back into the couch and getting her to sit and wait.
It took twenty minutes for Jâonn to arrive, twenty minutes of Kara tapping her foot in frustration. Dealing with impatient kryptonians was not exactly easy it usually ended up in property damage always accidental but damage nonetheless. When Jâonn came in his face gave away part of his emotions, he had  the same look he did when he had asked her to keep secrets from Kara.
âYou can tell her,â as soon as the words left Jâonnâs mouth Kara turned and was about to fly out the window to go and tell Lena, but Jâonn grabbed her shoulder gently stopping her. âBut no one in the deo or in any office is to know that she is aware of your identity, or I may be forced to wipe her mind. She can never come into the deo when you are injured.â
âAs long as I can tell her and someone keeps her updated,â Kara said, a small smile on her face knowing that she had triumphed.
âWe will, now I believe you have something you need to tell your girlfriend,â Jâonn gave his adoptive daughter a smile and was met with a bone crushing hug.
Kara changed into her suit using superspeed before taking off, glasses in hand, ready to tell Lena, Kara had her suspicions that Lena may already know. Lena was a genius after all and she could have figured it out if she put her mind to it. Kara pushed off those thoughts though as she saw the light on in Lenaâs bed room, she was headed to the balcony. She landed with a soft thud, it was enough to alert Lena that she was there. Lena was sitting in her bed with a book in hand, her head automatically turned to face Kara. DEspite Lena being in her oversized pajama shirt and shorts Kara could swear there was never a more beautiful sight.
âSupergirl? What can I do for you,â Lena opened the balcony door and crossed her arms to protect herself from the slight chill of the night air.
âI should have told you along time ago, and I wanted to rao I have wanted to tell you Lee, but I am supergirl,â With that she slipped on her glasses.
Lena did not say a word just smiled like she had known all along and rushed up to Kara kissing her swiftly, Kara wrapped her arms around Lenaâs waist and pulled her closer.
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