#a hungry kara is a grumpy kara

[whatwouldsylwrite]

At least I got you in my head (5)

(4)

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. 

The implication number one: your chin covered in her slick while she mewled above you and tugged on your hair. 

The implication number two: you sprawled out on her bed, shaking after the second orgasm. 

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). 

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. 

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. 

"Hey. Why are you not in bed yet?" You sat next to her on the couch, your knee touching her thigh. 

"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? 

"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. 

"How was it?" Abby asked politely and you tensed. 

"Great." 

"Just great?" Abby laughed kindly. 

"Yeah, well. Stress relief is stress relief." You chuckled, not really understanding why Abby was curious about your sex life. 

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. 

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. 

"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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

"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. 

"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." 

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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

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." 

Abby stared at you. 

"So you bought the whole aisle?"

"You burn through them like they're made of oxygen, come on." You said, embarrassed, and Abby laughed. 

"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-" 

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. 

"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." 

"Whatever you say mathematician." Abby chuckled and helped you put other groceries in their place. 

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- 

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. 

Maybe she should hook up with Owen again. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

"Good job." Vi’s 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. 

"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 it’d 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. 

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. 

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. 

"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. 

"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." 

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. 

"Fuck me.”

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“You sure you don’t want to come?” 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 that’d work for a Halloween party. 

“I’m not feeling it.” What Abby actually meant: Owen was getting a little too aggressive with his attempts to ask her out and she didn’t want to run into him.

“Well, you know how they say, you just need to come and the mood will come too.”

“No, really, I just want to stay home today. But you have fun, you’ve been working the whole week, you need it.”

You’ve 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 wasn’t taking a toll on you.

“Thanks, Abby.” You smiled in the mirror and Abby smiled back. She couldn’t 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. 

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 didn’t get more feminine she’d never find a boy, because boys liked everything she didn’t. 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 wasn’t worth trying to become someone she wasn’t. But even if Abby herself didn’t 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. 

“So, what are you going for?” Abby nodded at the bunch of clothes on your bed.

“The laziest vampire on earth.” You sighed. “You know, all black, some sunglasses to look like an asshole. We still have cranberry juice, right? I’ll pretend it’s blood.”

“Wow, that’s bad.” Abby laughed.

“Well I can’t come in my usual clothes, that would be even worse. I’ll try to look like the lack of effort was a choice and you know what? I’ll look hot doing it.”

“You definitely will.” Not that Abby understood anything in women’s hotness, but hey. She met girls who made her head turn, so.. Listen, she didn’t 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 didn’t know when women were hot, she wasn’t a blind idiot. 

Abby walked you out of the door with a promise you’d call her if anything happens and a kiss on the forehead. 

from: Owen

Are you out tonight?

Fuck, Abby thought. Fuck-fuck-fuck. If she’d say she was home he’d definitely ask to come over, and lying was pointless. Abby stared at her phone once more. But what if she’d want to hook up with him later? Fuck. This shit shouldn’t have been so complicated. 

Well. She could lie in a different way.

to: Owen

sorry, I’ve got a fever so I stayed home

That was so stupid and hardly believable, but Abby didn’t want to deal with Owen right now. Or ever. 

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. 

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 Owen’d drunk-text her, but instead there was a text from you.

from: (y/n)

Im w a girl 

Abby stilled as she read your text, her heart squeezing in pain that she didn’t understand. Was she jealous? But she just turned Owen down, so it couldn't be right. Abby shook her head as if it’d shake the thoughts out of her head and quickly got ready for bed - she hoped to fall asleep before you’d 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 wouldn’t hear you coming home, the front door clicked open. 

Abby shut her eyes and tried not to listen to any sounds: to be fair, she didn’t hear anything until your bedroom’s door was shut. She didn’t want to think about what was happening in your bedroom, but then she heard it. 

You were clearly trying to be quiet, but one of your whimpers was too loud. Abby’s 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. 

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 didn’t 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. 

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?

[quillkiller]

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. I’ve been neglecting them for years and now you’ve awoken an age old beast that’s 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 we’re watching the other two this week 🤍 so here’s some of mine and kara’s 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. it’s canon that grindelwald regretted everything, and it’s canon that albus tells harry that he’s 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 we’re 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 we’re talking hc’s. 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 doesn’t 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, doesn’t fight back just because his plan was revealed ? stupid. he wanted albus to save him. ’i was never your enemy, not then not now’

also. ’who will love you now, dumbledore?’ 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 isn’t 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 can’t 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 isn’t 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 it’s canon that he tells harry he’s not good and shouldnt be trusted in a position of power ? we are blatantly ignoring that as ’canon’ . 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 .

[danversxluthor]

The Super Blues (Pt 1)

Lori was over it. She was over school and her friends and her family and her moms’ secrets and even herself. For over a month now, even before the beach trip, Lori had been slowly pulling away from life. She wasn’t angry or sad, just numb. 

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 couldn’t 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. 

Kara and Lena, who were already so busy with work and superheroing and El’s developing powers, chalked it up to Lori being a moody teen. El on the other hand noticed her sister’s changing disposition. When El saw that Lori wasn’t 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, El’s 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 didn’t seem like Lori wanted to be disturbed so El quietly crept back into the gym not knowing what to do next. 

On the car ride home, El handed Lori a small, folded note – Is everything ok? It was a benign thing to ask, but it made Lori’s eyes sting as she did her best to hold back tears she didn’t know were in her. 

“Yeah,” 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, “I’m just tired.” Lori didn’t know what else she could say even if she wanted to. She simply didn’t have the words to explain how numb and empty and pointless everything seemed. 

—

“Kara, please hurry up! We’re going to be late to the parent teacher conference.” Lena calls up the stairs. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Kara says as she makes her way down the stairs and over to the kitchen island where El is finishing up her homework. 

“Alright kiddo, if you get hungry, we have pizza and chicken tenders in the freezer.” 

“And salad in the refrigerator.” Lena pipes in.

Kara rolls her eyes and kisses El on the head. “Please don’t burn down the house, and Lori… where’s Lori?” 

El points up.

“El.” Lena lifts an eyebrow to which El rolls her eyes. “We’ve talked about this. You won’t improve if you don’t practice.” 

“H-up,” El relents, feeling the words awkwardly leave her mouth, “star-s.” Lena gives her an approving smile. It's been difficult getting the young teen to use her voice instead of writing or motioning.

—-

On the drive to the school, Kara continually sighs and seems increasingly annoyed. 

“Want to share or are you going to continue to be grumpy?” Lena looks over.

“Do we have to go to the entire thing? I mean the girls are little geniuses. They’ve never had a disciplinary problem. Can we just split up, you take El and I’ll take Lori and we can get out of there sooner and get potstickers?” Kara begged. 

“The parent teacher conference is as much about making a good impression on the teachers about the girls’ home life as it is about hearing updates on their schooling. Not to mention, they’re in their teen years and you know…” Lena trailed off.

“Know what?” Kara said absentmindedly, knowing she lost the battle. 

“I was a… well a challenging teenager. I got involved with things and people I probably shouldn’t have and, as much as I hate to admit it, Lillian stepping in with some tough love likely saved me from myself.” 

“I’m sorry Lee. You’re right.” Kara squeezed her wife’s hand in support. “But for the record, our girls aren't going to make the same mistakes as us. They’ll make their own, hopefully less dangerous, mistakes.”

—

“Like 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.” Mrs. Bennet passes the two parents a sample of Lori’s 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. 

“That's great to hear!” Kara beams. 

“Thank you so much Mrs. Bennet for all you do. English is Lori’s favorite class and I can see why.” Lena says as she and Kara begin packing up their things to leave. 

“Before you go,” Mrs. Bennet interrupts, “there is one thing I wanted to discuss with you.” Kara and Lena still, their previous relief at getting through yet another parent teacher conference issue free dissipating as concern creeps in. 

“Lori has been… not quite herself the past month or so now. She isn’t acting out or in trouble in any way. She’s usually so outgoing and social, but lately she’s been quiet and withdrawn.” Kara and Lena stay staring at Mrs. Bennet, not sure how to respond. 

“I hate to ask, but is there anything going on at home that might be causing this?” Kara immediately goes to the beach house and her Supergirl admission. Lena, sensing this, reaches out and squeezes her wife’s hand, shaking her head no subtly. 

“You said this has been going on for over a month?” Lena asks, pulling her hand away from Kara to take notes. 

“Yes, at the start of the semester.” Mrs. Bennet confirms.

“And is she socializing with students outside of class?” Lena follows up.

“Well 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 don’t know where she goes.”

“Is there anything else we should be aware of? Any bullying or other concerning behaviors?” 

“Like I said, Lori is an excellent student. Whatever is going on with her hasn't affected her schoolwork yet. I’ll continue to keep an eye out.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Bennet.” Lena packs up her notes. “And please do reach out if you notice anything else.” 

—-

Kara and Lena drive home in silence, each reflecting on Mrs. Bennet’s report and running the last month through their minds trying to find any warnings signs they might have missed. 

“I’m so sorry Lee, this is all my fault. If we had only told them about Supergirl sooner…” 

“No darling” Lena interrupts, “this is not your fault at all. Didn’t you hear Mrs. Bennet, this has been going on for over a month.” Kara does the math in her head.

“Weeks 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?” Kara rubs her forehead.

“This is on both of us. We should have been more attentive, but with everything being so busy…” Lena trails off.

“What do we do next? Do we talk to her? Call Kelly? See a therapist?” Kara started listing out options. 

“Let’s talk with Lori first, see what she has to say and then we can go from there.” They both agree as they park and try to brighten their moods before heading into the house.

“Hey kiddos, we’re home.” 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. 

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. 

“Hey Ellie,” Kara says softly, “thanks for cleaning up. Is Lori still up?” El shrugs.

“Words sweetheart.” Lena gently reminds El.

“I don-t know.” Lena and Kara give each other a quick look.

“Well has she come down for dinner?” Lena asks.

“No.” El confirms. 

“Thanks kiddo. Why don’t you go up and get ready for bed.” Kara kisses El on the head and sends her on her way.

“Now she’s skipping meals…” Lena runs her hand through her dark hair. 

“I know babe, I’m worried too. Let's finish up here and then we’ll talk to her.” 

—

Knock knock

“Lori, can we come in?” No answer. 

Knock knock 

“Kar, I hate to do this, but could you?” Lena looks guilty just for asking after they both agreed years ago never to be the parents to invade their children’s 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 teen’s golden blond hair out of her face to kiss her goodnight.  

TO BE CONTINUED….

[fyonahmacnally]

Supercorptober 2023

Day 12 & 19: Desk/Hazy

Lena ended up falling asleep too. With her body wrapped around Kara’s warmth and her senses engulfed in the citrus and sandalwood smell of the hero’s hair, there was no resisting the pull of slumber. It isn’t 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 isn’t 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. It’s unlike anything she’s 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 hasn’t deciphered what the racket was that disturbed the very pleasant dream she was having. It’s obvious from the light in the room that it isn’t the weather, but there isn’t 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. 

“I’m sorry if my stomach woke you. We slept well past lunch time so the monster is grumpy.” Kara pouts, her plump bottom lip jutting out toward Lena as if reaching for her own. “You were so cute laying there all warm and cuddly so I didn’t want to wake you up. Now that you are awake though, I reeeaaalllly have to pee and I’m hungry.” She grins, an adorably crooked half-grin that Lena loves so much, before slowly detangling their limbs. 

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 she’s always looking, but before they were together she tried her best to keep it concealed. At least as much as she consciously could. 

She must drift deeper into her thoughts than she realizes because Kara’s 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. “Everything okay? You were definitely off in another world when I came back.” 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. “Care to share what was going on in that beautiful brain of yours?”

Lena laughs and tucks her head under the blonde’s chin. “Why don’t we worry about lunch first? I promise, it was nothing.” She can feel her cheeks and ears heating, a dead giveaway that her thoughts weren’t of the PG rated variety. Kara knows her too well at this point not to notice. “Do you want to eat some soup for lunch and cook a decent dinner later?”

Kara pauses and watches the raven haired witch for a moment. Taking in the blush spreading from her girlfriend’s ears and cheeks down to her neck and chest. A devilish smirk appears as her hands slide underneath Lena’s shirt onto her bare back. “It was nothing, huh? Is that why you’re blushing? Because it was nothing?” She leans forward to whisper into Lena’s ear, “Maybe you can tell me more about it at bedtime? Sounds like excellent pillowtalk.”

“And soup sounds good, my love.” She places a soft kiss to a still red cheek before winking at the shorter woman and heading to the kitchen. “Do you want to warm up the soup we made earlier this week?” Opening the refrigerator and looking for the big bowl of leftover soup, she pops her head back up when Lena doesn’t respond. 

A muffled laugh slips out of Kara’s 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. Lena’s eyebrow raises and a downright devilish smirk spreads across her face. It’s one of those that stops Kara’s laughter in its tracks and makes a warm heat settle into her belly. She knows exactly what that look means and she’s 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.

“I’ll do you one better than pillowtalk, Darling.” Lena breathily says. With one hand resting on each side of Kara’s head, her tongue darts out to lick her lips and lightly grazes the blonde’s bottom lip. “I’ll show you. That seems like far more fun. Don’t you think so?” 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. “Still okay with the soup for lunch, Darling?” She smiles, biting her bottom lip as she places the bowl next to the stove. When she doesn’t get an answer, she continues on with her task.

“Y-yes.” Kara clears her throat. “Yes, soup is good for lunch. I guess I deserved that. I’m looking forward to bedtime.” 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. 

“Hey.” Kara says, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend. “I can see the panic on your face. It’s okay. We’re both fine. Take some deep breaths, we’ll figure this out.” She gently rubs circles on Lena’s back, trying to calm her so they can try to decipher what happened. 

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. She’s been feeling it since they got here and knows she’s 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. 

“I’m okay. That was bound to happen.” She sighs and rubs her hands together, still feeling the remnants of her magic sparking just under her skin. “I’ve 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.” 

“Why don’t you let me clean up down here and you head up there to figure out what’s causing this?” Kara says, again rubbing circles on Lena’s back. “If you want, I can come up and sit with you while you go through the desk to see if you can find the source.” Concerned blue eyes scan flawless pale skin before she leans forward and presses a kiss to Lena’s 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. “Okay, yeah. I just…I’m not sure why I am so hesitant about opening those drawers and exploring the desk.” She huffs in frustration at herself, unsure how to express what she’s feeling. 

She turns to look at the reporter, her stomach already tying itself in knots. “Will you sit up there with me? I’m a little anxious and probably a bit scared too.” Her hands drop into her lap and her fingers start wringing themselves around each other. A habit she’s had since she was a child. “Kara, that room is teeming with magical energy. It’s almost like…I don’t 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?.”

Kara reaches out to take Lena’s nervous hands into her own, bringing them to her lips and pressing soft kisses to her knuckles. “I think we should do whatever you feel is best. If talking to Liam first is what you need, then that is what we’ll do. No matter what, I will be right beside you every step.” She smiles. Lena’s shoulders relax a little. “Let me clean up here and you call Liam or head upstairs. I’ll be there as soon as I am done.”

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 can’t seem to temper the buzz of her magic running through her body. This pushes her to call Liam. They haven’t 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. 

“Liam said that the desk is where her grandmother kept quite a few of their family heirlooms.” She glances over at Kara, then back over at the desk. “He 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 that’s likely what I am feeling and why my magic keeps surging and buzzing.”

She reaches out and takes Kara’s hand in hers, squeezing a bit harder than she intends to, but she’s 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. It’s a responsibility she isn’t even sure she wants. With Luthor blood flowing through her veins on top of this newfound magic, she’s afraid of what she might do with power like that. After all, she has proven that she has a dark side and it isn’t exactly something to trifle with. 

Kara’s handsome face suddenly appears in her field of vision, blocking the view of the dreaded sentinel in the corner. “It’s okay, my love. I’m right here and will be the whole time. We can tackle everything together.” 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. “Take a deep breath. Close your eyes and lean into me. We’ll walk over there once you feel more in control of yourself. If it gets to be too much, we can step away. Okay?”

Soft lips press against her temple while she presses her face under Kara’s chin. She breathes in her favorite scent, citrus and sandalwood mixed with something that is just inherently Kara. It’s 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 girlfriend’s arms. 

“Okay. I…think I’m ready.” 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 Kara’s and they both slowly creep closer. “The amount of power I can feel in this room is incredibly unnerving, Kara. It almost feels like my magic is its own entity. I’m not sure how I feel about this.”

Kara carefully watches Lena as they come to stand behind the desk, the chair slightly askew next to Lena’s hip. She can see how uncomfortable the CEO is and even she can feel the energy radiating from her girlfriend’s 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.

“What can I do to help, love? How can I make this easier for you?” She feels somewhat helpless. Lena’s 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 Lena’s lower back and a kiss on her temple. “I’m right here. Just let me know what you need.”

Lena leans into the touch and basks in Kara’s presence. If she’s being honest with herself, she doesn’t 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 doesn’t 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. She’s 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 can’t 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. 

“Hey. There you are.” Kara says, her voice tinged with worry and laced with fear. “What happened?” She places her hands on top of Lena’s thighs, taking the woman’s 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. “Um, I’m…uh, 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.” She furrows her brow, desperately trying to decipher the scenes playing across her mind's eye like an old movie she’s never seen. Or at least not one you remember? Her brain unhelpfully supplies. 

“There were three women in a field. Possibly here at the cottage. I don’t know. One of the women must have been my mother. She looks vaguely like I remember her. I’m sure the older woman was my Mhamó. My grandmother. I…I don’t know who the other woman was, but I’m certain she was related.” Moss-colored eyes meet ocean blue briefly before darting down to focus on their joined hands. “All three of them had the same deep brown hair with red tones and green eyes. The woman I don’t know…she was saying something that I couldn’t understand, she seemed incredibly angry.”

Kara looks on, listening emphatically, but still feeling helpless. She rubs her thumbs across the soft skin of her girlfriend’s hands, giving her a smile she hopes is comforting. “Do you have any idea what it might mean? Obviously, there is some significance to it if that is what vision you saw.”

“Hmmm, for sure.” Lena mumbled, her eyes and thoughts still a bit hazy from the surge of power and the vision. “Everything is still a little fuzzy. I still don’t feel like I am completely back in my body yet. Almost like there is a film or haze over my eyes.” She sighs and squeezes the blonde’s hands before turning to look at the desk in front of her.

“There is something inside this thing that is causing these pulses of power and I’m pretty sure the vision as well.” Green eyes narrow at the piece of furniture, half expecting it to glare back. “Honestly, I am a little afraid to touch it again, but I certainly don’t want you touching it. Not until I can make sure it won’t harm you.”

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 hadn’t realized she’d 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. It’s relieving and annoying at the same time. Now just six more drawers to go. Her brain once more unhelpfully provides. 

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.

“Hey, Kara.” She looks over at the hero sitting in one of the armchairs they’d dragged over. Smiling at the woman who holds her heart in her palms, she asks, “Would 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. It’s definitely not in any of the obvious drawers so there isn’t another explanation.”

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. 

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. “Why don’t we take them over there and get comfortable? Or, we can take them downstairs and sit by the fire. Whatever you want.” She runs her hands through Lena’s dark locks and tucks them behind her ear. “I just think you need to be comfortable for this next part.”

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. It’s where she feels closest to her mother. With the newly discovered loot in one hand, she reaches out to grab Kara’s arm with the other and they slowly make their way to the comfortable couch. 

“I’m absurdly nervous about this. It doesn’t make sense, but that is how I feel.” 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. She’s surprised that she’s only now noticed since she’s 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. It’s 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 weren’t addressed to her. Now, she gets to read words from her mother written specifically for her. There’s no stopping the tears that stream down her face. 

Kara’s 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 mother’s words. 

My Sweet Lena, Mo Stór,

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 stór. 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. 

I’m 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 stór. 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. 

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 Lena’s tears finally subside. 

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. 

As I wrap this up, mo stór, 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. 

Siúl sa solas (walk in the light). I love you, mo stór.

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. It’s 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. It’s 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. 

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. 

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 Lena’s 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 Kara’s 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. 

[the-queen-of-the-light]

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 doesn’t get enough to eat, Oh BOY 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 ... 

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!!) 

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 Hanger™!!! And everyone is like ??!!?!!??! 

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. She’s just thrilled to be receiving a constant flow of treats.

[herpronuonsarefemslash]

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.

=====

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."

=====

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."

[kumeko]

A/N: For the Summer Lovin’ 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.

 “What’s the matter?” Stephanie asked, an impish smile on her face as she poked his cheek. “Bored?”

 “Of course not.” He swatted her hand away but that only made her laugh. “We shouldn’t be here.”

 “Why?” From the driver’s seat, Tim glanced at him in the rear-view mirror. If Stephanie’s smile was teasing, his smirk was downright malicious. “Scared you’ll have fun?”

 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 that—what did he see in most of his proteges? Stephanie didn’t take anything seriously, Tim didn’t 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. “We should be training, Drake,” Damian replied, irritation leaking into his voice.

“An important part of training is taking breaks.” Stephanie poked his cheek again. He was going to break her finger one day. “It’s summer, school’s out, and Bruce and Dick have Gotham covered. We can have a little vacation, the world’s not going to destroy itself without us.”

 “Without you, maybe,” Damian sneered. The effect was ruined as she pulled his cheek.

 “Without us,” she repeated, still sporting that insufferable smile. “If it’s serious, they’ll call us. It’s not like the League doesn’t know where the Kent farmhouse is.”

 Damian wasn’t 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 wouldn’t be that long before someone stumbled upon this badly kept secret.

 “You’re wasting your breath, Steph.” Tim shrugged, his eyes on the road. “He doesn’t know what a break is.”

 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 wasn’t a blabbermouth like the others. “A break can help your body recover,” she offered.

 At least that was practical advice for once. Damian leaned back in his seat. “I suppose.”

 “You’re such a softie to her and Dick.” Stephanie leaned back into her seat, finally leaving him alone.

 “It’s too bad Dick couldn’t come,” Tim sighed. “He could have muzzled the brat.”

 “Well, while we’re meeting our favourite aliens, he’s got his own alien to meet.” Stephanie waggled her brows before she and Tim burst into a fit of laughter. Leaning forward, she rested a hand on Cass’s shoulders. “Don’t worry, I’ll share mine with you.”

 “Okay?” Looking confused, Cassandra nodded.

 “And Damian’s got Jon,” 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-

 “Damian!”

 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. “Kent.”

 “Kent,” Tim and Steph said at the same time and he didn’t have to see them to know they were wearing identical smiles.

 “Damian!” Pushing himself off the ground, Jon shot him a grumpy look.

 Quietly, Damian muttered, “Fine, Jon.”

 The idiot duo cackled behind him and he wasn’t sure if Jon’s bright smile was worth it. Picking himself off the ground, Damian didn’t bother to dust off his clothes before hauling Jon up. “Where’s my room?” he asked, dragging Jon along as he headed to the main house. “And please tell me those two are sleeping in the barn.”

 “Nah, they’ll be rooming with Conner and Kara, just like you’ll be with me.” Jon wrapped an arm around his back, almost skipping as they headed in. “It’ll be fun!”

 Fun. That wasn’t the word he’d 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 he’d 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. Child’s play, really.

 As though to cut into his preening, Jon applauded behind him. “Wow,” he cheered, his voice deadpan. “That was amazing.” Sarcasm dripped from his words as he hovered over the ground, giving Damian the most bored look possible.

 “There’s nothing else here to use,” 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. “That’s, what, ten in a row? All in the same spot, somehow?” The scorn disappeared from his tone and Jon gave him a thumbs up. “That’s actually really cool.”

 Cool was again not a word Damian would use but he accepted the compliment. “If I couldn’t do that much, I’d hang up my cape.”

 “Right, right.” Jon landed on the ground next to him, clapping him on the back. “And you’re doing ten more of these?”

 “I need to keep up the practice,” Damian muttered, distracted by the tingling in his back. It had been happening recently, at Jon’s point of contact, and he wondered if it was some uncontrolled Kyptonian strength running through his flesh. “Even if the practice is subpar.”

 “Of course.” There was a mischievous twinkle in Jon’s eyes. “But you’re just going to get the same result. And it’s boring.”

 Rankled, Damian pulled away. “Practice is not—”

 “There’s more fun ways to practice instead.” Jon pounced, tackling him to the ground. “Let’s fight.”

 Well, that was certainly something Damian could get behind. Flipping them over, he smirked. “You’re on.”

 -x-

 “So, Damian, was it?” 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. “I heard a lot about you.”

 Damian stared at her. The dining room was empty save for them—the others hadn’t yet come back from whatever wasteful endeavours they had planned and Jon was feeding Krypto. While he had begrudgingly accepted the fact that he’d 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 wasn’t possible right now. When Ma Kent smiled at him, he reluctantly replied, “I see.”

 “Ahaha, got a way with words, I see.” 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. “I know what you’re thinking. I used to use my good china whenever someone came, but after two dinner attacks and one food fight, I’ve learned my lesson. If the powers are out, my plates stay in.”

 “I see.” Not that he had asked for clarifications. Not that he was curious in any way, shape, or form about it.

 “You really do have only one mode.” Laughing, she returned to the kitchen. “Like father, like son. Glad the rest of your lot didn’t turn out like this; don’t think I could have handled that much grumpiness at my table.”

 “I’m not grumpy,” he muttered under his breath.

 “Man, Krypto was hungry tonight!” Jon tumbled in through the window, ecstatic. Catching Damian’s expression, he cocked his head. “What, did I miss anything?”

 Resisting the urge to cross his arms (because he wasn’t grumpy, he was stoic), Damian gave him a surly look. “Nothing.”

 Ma Kent chuckled again. “Nothing, hun. Now make sure to wash those hands.”

-x-

 The stars were bright here. Sprawled on the roof, Damian leaned back and studied the night sky above him. Without Gotham’s 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 mother’s watchful eye.

 An almost silent presence approached him and Damian discretely reached into his pocket for a dagger. The stranger’s hand touched his, stilling it, and he looked up to find Cassandra Cain. She offered him a smile. “It is silent here,” she murmured, sitting down beside him.

 “I suppose.” 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.

 “It is,” she corrected, hugging her knees. She closed her eyes, listening. “It is…not bad to relax.”

 Not bad, perhaps, but not good either. Not when there were lives at stake in Gotham. Damian wouldn’t call himself a hero, not by any stretch of the word, but Gotham was Batman’s. Gotham was his and he was loathe to let its citizens die when they under his protection. “Isn’t it?”

 “No.” Cassandra closed her eyes. Words were hard for her, action easier—perhaps one of the things he respected so much about her. When she spoke, her words meant something, they were considered and honest. “Relaxing…you can recover. Recharge. See things differently.” Opening her eyes now, she smiled at him, a waxing moon. “See what you are protecting.”

 Damian stared. He was too late; Cassandra had been infected by the others. “I don’t need to see—”

 “Damian!” 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. “What’re you doing up here alone?”

 “Alone?” Damian looked at his left once more. Empty. Cassandra was gone. Even if her brain had rotted, her skills remained, and he didn’t know whether to be impressed or irritated at himself. Turning back to Jon, he shrugged. “Reflecting.”

 “Reflecting on what?” Jon raised a brow before asking. “Wait, 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?”

 Speechless, Damian gaped, his jaw hanging loose. Of all the things he expected to hear, that wasn’t one of them. That wasn’t even on his least likely list.

 “I mean, I can’t picture Steph sulking, but maybe she wasn’t Robin long enough to get the broods.” Jon sat down next to him, bumping shoulders. “Or maybe you took all of them?”

 “I’m not sulking,” Damian growled, resisting the urge to hurl Jon off the roof. Not that it would do any good, he’d just fly back and be twice as mocking about it. What was it with the Kents and their presumptions?

 “Then what?” Jon’s eyes lit up and he hit his fist on his empty palm, as though he’d solved a case. “Stargazing?”

 It was as good an explanation as any. Better, actually, than his own, considering he had none. “Sure.”

 “Prepare to be amazed!” Jon pointed up, a wide smile on his face. “A city boy like you, you haven’t seen half of these stars before.”

 “City boy?” Damian scoffed. “You’re not much better.”

 “I’ve been in the country plenty of times,” Jon retorted, his mood still bright. It was like sitting next to the sun. “Besides, I can fly. Dad’s takes me up all the time to see the stars.”

 A very frivolous waste of power. No wonder Bruce worried about this family.

 “Anyways, see that star over there?” Jon leaned closer, wrapping an arm around Damian’s back to bring him closer. “So that’s part of the big dipper.”

 Of all the stars to start with, the big dipper? Really? Damian didn’t know if he should be insulted or not. It wasn’t like he was much of a ‘city boy’ 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 didn’t always have to prove he was the smartest person in the room.

 -x-

 “So, any bets?” 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.

 “On what?” 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 couldn’t 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?

 “The next Super. Like, it’s obvious that Cass is the next Batman, but I dunno about them.” Ignoring Damian’s glare, she finally strolled into the shade. She leaned against the barn door and crossed her arms. “It’s between Conner and Jon.”

 “So Kara’s not interested?” Tim stroked his chin thoughtfully. After humming for a few minutes, he turned to Cassandra and asked, “Who’d you rather work with?”

 Unable to handle the indignancy anymore, Damian barked, “I’m the next Batman.”

 “Sure.” Stephanie rested a hand on her hip, giving him a pitying look. “Whatever makes you feel better.”

 “Go easy on him, it’s not easy to find out that he’ll be Robin forever.” Tim shook his head sadly. “All of that time, all of mommy’s promises that’d he’d get the job, it must be crushing.”

 “What?” he squawked.

 “He couldn’t even accept that Cass is Bruce’s favourite.” Coming over, Stephanie squeezed his shoulder. “And then there’s Dick—you’re maybe third? Maybe?”

 Picking a pebble out of his hand, Cassandra flicked it at the bushes. A bird shot out of it, startled. “Either of them…are fine,” she answered slowly. “Conner, then Jon?”

 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.

 “Ah, Conner takes it on for a little before giving it to Jon.” Stephanie nodded sagely. “True, that’s also in the running.” Her hair fell in front of her as a flyby occurred and she quickly pushed back her golden locks. “You know Jon actually hangs out with them?” Wrapping an arm around Damian’s shoulder, she bemoaned, “Why can’t our baby be so friendly?”

 “It would be…weird,” Cassandra pointed out, getting up now. She patted him on the back. “He is…different.”

 “Who is?” Kara landed on the ground, her hair looking like a wild nest. It seemed being Kryptonian didn’t protect them entirely from physics.

 “Damian, but you already knew that.” Stephanie retreated before he could attack her. “What’s up?”

 Kara glared at him before smiling at Stephanie. “A race! We’ll each pick one of you up and see who can fly the fastest. So, Steph or Cass?”

 “Cass!” Stephanie volunteered, leaning against Cassandra. “I’ve had plenty of flights. It’s a sacrifice, but someone has to do it.”

 “Sacrifice.” Tim rolled his eyes. “You just don’t want to mess your hair.”

 “Both things can be true.” She stuck her tongue out.

 By now, Jon and Conner had landed as well, standing next to Damian and Tim respectively. Conner smirked cockily. “We’ve got this in the bag.”

 “Yeah, we did this every day in the Teen Titans.” Tim high-fived Conner. “It’ll be too easy.”

 “Oh, just you wait and see!” Kara stood next to Cassandra, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “I’ve practiced.”

 “We’ll win!” Jon declared, grabbing Damian’s hand. Leaning closer, he whispered, “And no matter what, you’re my Batman.”

 “Huh?” 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 he’d expected.  

 -x-

 At nine pm, it was dark. Dark in a different way than Gotham got—for 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 Jon’s 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 he’d been in the desert, since he’d left the city behind.

 “I’m glad you came.” Even without looking, he knew Jon was smiling. He was always smiling, always moving, always something, like his face didn’t know how not express his emotions, like his body would combust if he stayed still.

 Damian didn’t 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 didn’t 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 Damian’s, threading their fingers together. It was an oddly intimate sensation. Damian didn’t mind it for some reason. “It’s a lot more fun when you’re around. I wish you didn’t have to leave tomorrow.”

 This time, Jon’s stare was expectant. Damian glanced at him, then back at the fireflies. “It wasn’t a complete waste,” he muttered, a half-truth. Perhaps there was something to vacations, but he loathed to admit it.

 Jon laughed, seeing through him. “Knew you’d like it here.”

 Feeling a little prickly, Damian glared at him. “Don’t act like you know—”

 “But I’m right, aren’t I?” When Damian didn’t say anything, Jon leaned closer. “I know you.”

 Before Damian could react, Jon’s 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.

 “If I knew that’d shut you up, I’d have done it ages ago.” Jon smirked, looking playful.

 “Jon!” Pa Kent yelled. “We’re making smores.”

 “Save me some chocolate!”

 And just like that, Jon leaped to his feet, dashing away, and Damian still didn’t know what to say.

 -x-

 The roof was empty when he sat on it. Cassandra wasn’t there to give advice. Jon wasn’t 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 hadn’t, and he tried to meditate. Crossing his legs, he emptied his mind. Jon’s lips had been soft. He emptied his mind. His hand was rough. He emptied his mind. Jon—

 And maybe he had been wrong before; it was too late for himself. He’d 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, love—

 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-

 “So.” 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 didn’t know where to look. Judging by the bags under his eyes, he probably hadn’t slept.

 Good. He deserved a little suffering for leaving like that, for forcing Damian to think about his feelings. “So?” he drawled out, relishing in the little flinch Jon gave.

 They were standing in front of the Kent’s house, in the cool morning air. For the first time in two weeks, the sun wasn’t beating down on him and Damian couldn’t 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 didn’t say anything.

 “See you later?” Jon managed weakly.

 Sighing, Damian tossed him a bone. “Even a stopped clock is right twice. This vacation wasn’t terrible, I’m not adverse to doing it again. However, we are making this up with double the amount of work when we get back.”

 Jon blinked. “You still want to be partners?”

 Damian nodded. “Yes, I thought you had superhearing?”

 “And the other thing?” Jon asked, stepping closer.

 It took all of Damian’s 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. “That…that was fine too.”

 “Really?” Jon’s voice was filled with an earnest hope and Damian’s stomach flip-flopped.

 “Don’t make me repeat it,” Damian growled, feeling uncharacteristically flustered.

 “Damian!” That was the only warning he got before Jon’s 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 his—Damian didn’t know what to call Jon anymore. Friend didn’t feel appropriate. Whatever it was, he’d figure it out later, when they were alone and they didn’t 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. “Did you have to do it in front of them?”

 “That’s your first response?” Jon grinned, leaning close to kiss him on the nose. Reluctantly letting go, Jon stepped back. “See you in a week.”

 “Like I’m letting you off the hook that easily,” 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 Stephanie’s 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, “Damian and Jon, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.”

 Damian had never been more tempted to kill.

[onegayastronaut]

Worry (Carol Danvers x Kara Danvers x Reader)

Requested by @chonisbestmistake : 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 both💞💞💞

Words:1302

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 it’s 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 you’re 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 wasn’t 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 couldn’t 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 couldn’t 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 “no news was good news”, but that was the part that infuriated you the most. You wanted to know if Kara and Carol were okay, but you didn’t 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.

-----

It had been three weeks since your girlfriends had each gone on their respective missions, but to you, it seemed like they’ve 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.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Look what we got you!” 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.

“Hey, guys. Come in before someone sees you.”

“What’s wrong?” Kara’s 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.

“I don’t want to talk about it. And I’m tired. Can we go to sleep?”

“Babe, what’s wrong?” 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.

“Where were you? And where were you?” You now turned to Carol. “I don’t 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 I’ve been since you’ve been gone? I’m only a human, so it’s not like I can help either of you if something happened. All I get to do is sit here and wait! I’m sick and tired of not hearing from either of you for weeks just for one or both of you to waltz in like you’ve never been gone. ” You were surprised as to how loud you’ve gotten as you talked, and stopped before you got any further.

“I was at the Avengers base coordinating a joint mission with Peter and Thor. I was on Asgard most of the time, and I wasn’t in any danger with the team having my back.” Carol came up and hugged you from behind. “I’m sorry I didn’t call and made you worried. I’ll see if Tony can give me something to communicate with you when I’m in another galaxy.”

“And 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. I’m also sorry for making you worry about me.” Kara ended the sentence with a mumble, and you immediately felt bad for your outburst.

“You’re not any less powerful just because you’re human, you know.” Carol picked you up and sat beside Kara.

“Yeah. I’m still sort of scared of Alex, and she’s human just like you.” Kara put her head on your lap and closed her eyes. “Just because you’re human doesn’t mean you can’t intimidate superheroes.”

“I think the secret is to not worry so much about us.” Carol put a finger on your mouth before you could protest. “I know it’s hard, and I think it’s adorable that you’re worried about me and Kara. You’re the main reason why I keep going. All I want you to know is that not only am I the most powerful Avenger, but I’ll also always find my way back to you, no matter how far away I am.

“Same for me here.” Kara lifted her head from your lap and kissed you on the cheek. “I promise to never leave you hanging for so long again.”

“Okay.” 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 Kara’s stomach growling. 

“You hungry?” Kara nodded as she looked at the stack of food that she and Carol had brought in.

“I’m hungry too.” Carol stood up to get the food, but Kara beat her to it. “Don’t even think about it, Danvers!”

“Danvers yourself, hand me those potstickers!”

“I ordered three boxes so that me and Carol could have some too!”

“Not if I have anything to say about that.”

“Ew, Carol! Chew with your mouth closed, you’re spraying food everywhere!” 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 80’s 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 didn’t 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.

[wlw-in-space]

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 isn’t 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. It’s 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 it’s been so long since she’s really limited her diet, L!L gets lethargic and cranky. One day, while she’s hanging out with Lena at work, L!L, lacking nutrition, passes out. She’s taken to the hospital where the doctors tell Lena based on her blood work she has several nutritional deficiencies, a sign that she hasn’t been eating. Lena talks to L!L about it when she wakes, she won’t 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 there’s 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.

“Y/n/nnnn,” Kara whined.

“I’m just teasing, Kara,” giggling, you handed Kara the untouched cupcake so she could have it.

Kara took it with a toothy grin and chuckled, “Thanks, you’ve been stealing all the sweets tonight, kiddo, you’ve gotta leave some for me.”

“Oh, um - sorry, if you want i can take the frosting off and you can have the rest of my cupcake,” You said almost immediately, suddenly, you didn’t want the cupcake anymore.

“You’re all good, Y/n/n,” Kara smiled and winked at you, taking a big bite of her cupcake.

“No, I’m serious I actually don’t want it anymore, I think the sugar is giving me a stomach ache,” You shook your head and held the cupcake out for Kara to take.

“Okay,” She said hesitantly, taking your cupcake, “Thanks for the cupcakes, squirt.”

“Sure thing, Kara,” You nodded and sighed when she turned around to go back to the couch.

—

The next morning you opted out on eating breakfast, not wanting to worry Lena, you just told her that you weren’t in the mood and that you would just have a big lunch.

After a few weeks you’d gotten into a habit of not having breakfast at all.

The first week was just two days, but soon you’d 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 doesn’t sound like much, but she has this way of making it taste so good). She didn’t 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 wasn’t 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 she’d be talking about and wouldn’t 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, “Hey, Y/n/n, you haven’t been eating that much lately, what’s that about?”

“It’s nothing, I guess I just haven’t been that hungry,” You shrugged and got up, “I’ll go make some popcorn.” That seemed to be the easiest way to end the conversation and get rid of Lena’s concern for the moment, as long as you just ate a little of the popcorn.

—

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.

“Y/n, you look a little pale sweetheart, are you okay?” Lena asked, getting up from her desk to sit beside you.

“I’m fine, just tired,” 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, “Can you grab us waters from the mini fridge, please?”

“Yeah,” 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.

“Y/n?” Lena went wide eyed when you collapsed and hurried to your side.

—

You woke up in the hospital a few blocks away from L-Corp. You could feel Lena’s 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, “Thank god, Y/n, you scared me so bad.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, looking away from her face to avoid feeling guiltier.

“No, don’t be sorry honey, just - why hadn’t you been eating?” Lena asked softly, like she was nervous to hear your answer.

“It wasn’t really anything, Lena, I’ll eat more,” You squeezed Lena’s hand gently, looking up for a moment and feeling another wave of guilt when you saw her expression.

“I know living with Lillian was really hard, Y/n/n. She is undoubtedly the worst mother there is to have. I didn’t know it when I was living with her, but a little while after I moved out of the Luthor manor, I’d realized that because of Lillian I developed an eating disorder,” Lena sighed softly and looked up at you, chewing on the inside of her lip. “It lasted a really long time, I’ll 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 you’re feeling now, I promise to help you for as long as you need me to.”

You looked at Lena gratefully, “Thank you, that means a lot to me.”

Lena smiled and nodded a bit, “You ready to go home?”

“Oh yeah, I wanna get out of here,” You chuckled.

—

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 Lena’s side the whole movie.

[jamies-overalls]

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. 

Most evenings, they’d talk it over during dinner and Kelly would magically break Alex’s walls down in a way that no one else could. She’d get to the source of Alex’s 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. 

But one particular evening, Alex was more moody than usual. And try as she might, Kelly couldn’t figure out what the hell was bothering her. 

“Are you sure you don’t want any dinner? You barely ate any of your lunch when I came to see you...” She sighed when Alex just stared at the plate of food in front of her. 

“I’m just... not hungry.” Alex muttered. 

Kelly watched her, trying to read her body language. She didn’t seem angry or annoyed. Her mouth wasn’t turned down into a complete frown, it was more of a straight line. Her eyebrows weren’t creased together, and her head rested on her chin instead of her arms being crossed in front of her. From what Kelly gathered, she wasn’t feeling any discernible emotions and she wasn’t putting up defensive.

“Did... something happen at work? When I saw Kara earlier, she said it was a slow day for you guys.” 

Alex glanced up at her words, unsure of how to respond. 

“Mm. Yeah, it was slow today. So, no, nothing happened.” She shrugged. 

“Then what’s got you in this mood?” Kelly asked gently. “I know you well enough by now, I know when something’s not right.” 

“Can I have some water?” Alex asked after a moment, as if she hadn’t really heard what Kelly had said. It wasn’t like her to be totally zoned out. 

“Of course. I’ll be right back.” Kelly stood up to go to the kitchen. She paused to kiss Alex’s cheek on the way over. She pulled back, looking concerned.

“What?” Alex asked, slowly turning her head to glance at her. 

“Babe, you’re burning up...” 

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. 

“Am I? Not possible. It’s freezing in here.” Alex said, a look of confusion on her face while Kelly nodded knowingly.

“I may not be the medical doctor in the room, but I think I know what’s going on. Go put on some pajamas and lie down. I’ll get you some water and a cool cloth.” She instructed.

Alex nodded and started stand, but gripped the edge of the table for a moment. 

“Can you...? I’m feeling a little dizzy...” Alex murmured. Kelly immediately came to her side and helped her to bed. 

“Okay, no pajamas. Let’s just get you out of your uniform and into a t-shirt...” 

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. 

“I hate this...” Alex murmured, a little more lucid now that she had drank the entire glass of water Kelly had given her. 

“I know. But you overwork yourself, it was bound to happen eventually.” Kelly told her, being blunt but gentle at the same time. 

“Yeah, yeah...” Alex rolled her eyes. Kelly changed into some pajamas and climbed into bed next to her. “I don’t wanna get you sick. Are you sure you wanna be here right now?” 

“I want to be where I can be to get you better. And I know you like cuddles when you’re sick, so cuddles you shall have.” 

“You’re the best.” Alex murmured, her eyes already closing a little as she relaxed into Kelly’s arms. 

“Sleep well, Alex...” Kelly murmured, kissing her forehead gently. She knew she’d probably get sick as well, but it was worth it.

[sillyfeathers]

Speedster

Speedster

Show: Supergirl Summary: You’re the youngest of the Danvers sisters, and, as of one month ago, Supergirl’s 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: 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.

“I’m fine,” you grumbled, shaking their hands off of you. “I just need some rest – away from fluorescent lights. I heal fast – speedster now, remember?” “Oh, we remember, Y/N, we watched you launch yourself off a building and then burst into flames in midair. You’re staying here until you’re fixed.” Alex sounded angry, and you didn’t really blame her. You knew what you’d 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 shouldn’t have done was give her the finger.

“Are you serious, Y/N?” Real mature,” Alex scoffed. You could see Kara’s face scrunch up, internally cursing you as she stepped between you and Alex. “Alright, calm down. Y/N, Alex is just trying to help. We were really scared that you weren’t going to make it.” 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, “I’m sorry. But can we please get this over and done with?”

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 couldn’t get out of there fast enough, using the remaining powers you had to get back to Kara’s apartment as fast as possible. You didn’t remember falling asleep, but at about 6pm you were woken by Kara knocking on your door. “Time to get up, Y/N.” You groaned, throwing a pillow at your sister – missing her by a mile – and rolling over. “I’m tired.” You heard Kara chuckle, then felt the mattress shift as she sat down on the end of the bed. “I know. Being a superhero has that effect.” “I don’t like it. I wanna go back.” “1 month in and you already wanna go back? Oh, dear.” You rolled your eyes, finally sitting up and looking your sister in the eyes. “I didn’t mean it. It’s fun. Don’t bench me.” Kara mirrored your eye roll, taking your hands and pulling you to your feet. “How about you don’t get killed?”

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. “Alex, I’m –” 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. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again, you hear me?” Alex said, her voice muffled. You just nodded. You broke apart, leaning back into the cushions.

After a moment’s silence, you heard Alex speak. “Were you about to apologise to me before, Y/N?” You held back a grin, and shook your head firmly. “Nope.” “I could’ve sworn you said, ‘Alex, I’m’ before I hugged you.” Alex was smirking slightly. “I was gonna say hungry. Alex, I’m hungry.” The oldest sister grinned, turning and making eye contact with Kara over your head. “Nah, I don’t believe you.” 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. “No! Don’t even think about it!”

“We haven’t been able to do this in a while, Alex,” Kara mused, running her index finger up your side, grinning as you flinched and obviously tried to hold back a smile. “I know, right? The little speedster keeps slipping away,” Alex replied, lightly spidering her fingers over your hip. You spluttered, trying to cover it up with a cough as you pushed against your sisters’ grip – but right now, you’re far weaker than they are, and had no chance. “I guess we gotta make the most of it,” 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. “Just – just get it over with,” 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 would’ve liked, much to your sisters’ amusement. “Jesus, I think she’s even more ticklish since she became a speedster,” 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 Kara’s 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.

“You – you guys suck!” you managed to get out, squealing as Alex found your ribs. “A mouth like that, and you’re bound to get into some trouble, Y/N. What would you do if a bad guy found out about this little weakness?” Alex teased. “Quite the situation,” 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. “Stohohop! I’m gonna die!” 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. “Say you’re sorry,” 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. “Never!” “I’m sorry, Alex. I’ll never do it again, Alex.” “Shuhuhut up!”

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. “Alex, the hips were very good for you before, right?” “Very good.” “No – Kara!”

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. “Say it, Y/N,” Alex cooed. “I – I cahahan’t!” 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.

“I’m – I’m sorry, Alex.” 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. “Why so sad? Need us to cheer you up?” 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.

“I love you,” you said quietly. “We love you too, Y/N,” 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.

[helloalycia]

detention // kara danvers

summary: "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' 

warning/s: 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, I–"

         "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't– 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..."

[cardiaceyes]

Send a ship: Supercorp? ^^

Who would throw the other in the pool: Neither, Kara can’t swim (or doesn’t 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 she’s 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 don’t think they’d 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 she’s a hungry Kryptonian okay

Who would build the blanket fort in the living room: KARA WOULD AND SHE’D MAKE LENA JOIN HER it’d 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 other’s stuff to make room for their own: I would say Lena but I feel like Kara one day just  opens one of Lena’s drawers and is like “where can I move this?” and Lena is confused but Kara is like “Listen i need some place to stash my clothes so where do you want me to put this stuff?” it’s one of Lena’s favorite moments 

[matsu-canons-and-headcanons]

I can't get enough of the age au,maybe some headcanons for that?

Play it cool, Mod Kara

Don’t pour your heart and soul into your writing just yet

Osomatsu (22 yr)  - 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 he’s 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 don’t 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 doesn’t like Karamatsu very much but can’t sleep without him, might I mention that Karamatsu is like his personal teddybear btw, very clingy, chubby and soft, chases cats alot and ‘attempts’ 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 af 

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 Karamatsu’s at school heh~), Loves to steal toys from from his older brothers and bites Karamatsu’s guitar picks, lots of :3c, Pats Karamatsu alot ;00

[the-queen-of-the-light]

The Mysterious Case of the Missing Dumplings

Happy Birthday to the amazing, delightful and adorable @poppyssupergirl !!! I hope you’ve 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: Kara’s potstickers go missing. Danvers fluff, with a side order of a smol guilty detective

“Where are they?”

“Hmm? Where are what?” Alex asks, glancing up from the drinks she was grabbing to see her sister standing stock-still, holding an empty take-out container.

“I left them right here! Where are they?!” Kara tosses the box onto the counter and turns to glare at the group of friends gathered on the couches. “They were in this box when I left, and now they’re gone. One of you … you traitors obviously stole them!”

Alex places a placating hand on her shoulder, trying to calm the waves of grumpiness rolling off the Kryptonian. “Stole what, Kar? We don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“My potstickers!”

“Didn’t you finish those before flying off to put out that fire?” 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.

“No, I left three right here as a reward for when I got back!” Kara’s lower lip pouts forward as she crossed her arms. “But someone,” Kara spins to face the row of suspects, examining each of their faces for guilt, “ruined that reward by being a … a thief!”

“Hey!” Winn pipes up, from his spot on the loveseat next to James. “Why are you looking at us? It could have been Alex.”

The two Danvers women straighten up into identical poses—hands on hips—while shooting Winn glares that have him flinching back in his seat. “Alex is my sister. She’d never betray me like that.” Alex nods smugly, holding up her fist, and Kara bumps it with her own.

“B-but she’s the one who was in the kitchen!” He says, waving his hand toward the scene of the crime. “Doesn’t that seem kinda suspicious to you?”

Kara tilts her head in contemplation, but Alex just snorts. “Okay, one: this is my kitchen in my apartment,” she states dryly. “There’s nothing ‘suspicious’ about any of that—”

“So you say,” Winn cuts in, only to receive another hard glare from Alex.

“And two,” Alex pauses, taking a few steps towards Winn as she seems to slip slightly into DEO interrogation mode. “You’re being pretty quick to accuse right now, Winn ... How do we know you’re not trying to take the blame off yourself because you’re the real culprit?”

“Yeah, Winn.” Kara starts to puff up like an angry peacock, all ruffled and ready to fight.

As much as Alex finds the situation amusing—seeing Winn try to hide himself against James’ side to escape Kara’s grumpiness—she shakes it off, knowing that she’s going to have to be the voice of reason here. “Wait, no, Kar, come on,” Alex sighs, reaching out a hand to reign her sister in. “We’re not gonna play this game. It’s just a couple potstickers.”

Kara turns to her sister with a look of utter disbelief, managing to sputter out, “a co- wha- only? Only a couple potstickers?! Alex! They’re potstickers, and more importantly, they were my potstickers!” When Alex doesn’t seem to be swayed by that absolutely compelling argument, she huffs out, “Fine. Since you won’t help me sniff out the criminal, I’ll do it myself.”

“The hunt is on,” Vasquez teases from the armchair in the corner, and Lucy—who is comfortably seated on her lap—had been trying to contain herself, trying to keep them out of the line of fire. But the situation was just too entertaining. She couldn’t help but laugh, trying to hide it in Vasquez’s 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. “You two seem pretty content,” she states, suspiciously.

Vasquez just smiles, wrapping her arms around Lucy’s waist as she says, “Kinda hard not to be when I have my beautiful girlfriend on my lap.”

Kara’s expression momentarily melts at her friends’ 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. “Hmm … maybe … or maybe it has something to do with my stolen potstickers!” She stares intently, waiting for their confessions.

Instead, she receives a snort of laughter from the pair.

“You think this is a laughing matter?” Kara huffs exasperatedly.

“I mean, I kinda do,” Lucy teases, smirking, but seeing the pink rising on Kara’s cheeks, Vasquez cuts Lucy off with a playful poke to her side.

“Hush, you. What she means is that we know better than to mess with ‘Kara food.’”

“Oh, really?”

“Kara.” Lucy deadpans. “One time, I seriously thought you were going to take my whole hand off because I tried to sneak a fry off your plate.”

“Oh.” Kara blushes. “I, well …”

“Plus, there was that one time with Susan,” Lucy adds.

“Yeah,” Vasquez laughs, rolling her eyes at the memory. “I swear you were going to melt me with your laser eyes over a granola bar.”

“I was hungry! It was after a late-night mission, and the DEO cafe was already closed!” Kara defends.

“It wasn’t even your granola bar!”

“Seriously, Kara?” Alex asks in disbelief, with a palm to her forehead. “What have I told you about intimidating my agents out of their food?”

Kara shuffles uncomfortably, but the moment is interrupted by Maggie coming in the front door with a large bag.

“Hey, babe.” She smiles softly at Alex, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I picked up more ice like you asked.” She goes about fitting it into the freezer before noticing how unusually silent game night seems to be. “Uhhh … what’s going on? What’d I miss?”

Kara practically jumps across the room at her. “Maggie! You’re a detective, so you’ll help me, right? Unlike some people,” she says, shooting a look at her sister. “There’s been a crime.”

“Crime?”

“One 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.” Kara bounces on the balls of her feet, holding one of Maggie’s hands in both of hers as she waits expectantly. “Alex is currently too busy disrespecting the sanctity of our sisterhood and of potstickers to help, but you will, right?”

“Your uh … your potstickers, huh?” Maggie gnaws at her bottom lip and runs a hand through her hair. “Well I could—”

“Wait a minute,” Kara interrupts, leaning closer to Maggie and sniffing. Maggie jerks back looking between her and Alex with wide eyes.

“What are you—”

“Steamed vegetables. Garlic. Cabbage. Green onions. Pork! Oh my Rao!” Kara rips her hands away, gasping. “It was you! You ate my potstickers!”

Maggie puts her hands up in front of her body, trying to mollify the disgruntled alien. “Kara, I—”

“No, I can smell them on your breath! You— you’re … Alex!” She turns to her sister, gripping her shoulders as she adamantly says, “Alex, you have to break up with Maggie.”

“What?!” Alex and Maggie squawk together.

“She’s a traitor, Alex. She ate my potstickers. She obviously can’t be trusted.” Her tone is serious, and her face is remorseful. Kara’s sorry, but really, it’s the only way.

“Oh my god, Kara,” Alex shouts in exasperation, pushing Kara’s hands away. “Maggie is my wife, and I’m not breaking up with her over a couple of potstickers.”

“But Alex—” 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.

“Why is the delivery man here?” Kara asks.

“I figured,” Maggie says softly, nudging Kara with her shoulder, “that after putting out that fire you’d be pretty hungry, so I called in to have more food delivered.”

Looking through the door at the logo of her favorite Chinese restaurant plastered on all the bags, Kara practically squeals. “Potstickers?”

Maggie chuckles. “Three orders, all for you.”

Alex wraps her arm around Maggie’s waist, pulling her into her side as Kara almost rips the door off its hinges in her excitement.

“You’re the best,” Alex whispers, pressing a kiss to the side of Maggie’s head.

With a small laugh, Maggie whispers back, “I try.”

She turns her head to place a kiss on her wife’s lips when Kara’s food-garbled voice cuts in, “I’b dedided dat -ou ca- keeb -er.”

“Was gonna keep her whether you liked it or not, Kara,” Alex sing-songs at her sister who is clutching the boxes of takeout to her chest while shoveling potstickers into her mouth.

“Glad to hear it, babe,” Maggie says with a proud smile. “And glad to hear I have your approval again,” she adds with a wink to Kara.

Kara just grins around food-puffed cheeks before stuffing another dumpling into her mouth.

“Come on Miss Hangry, let’s go set up a board game.”

Later that night after the games have been abandoned and a movie has been put in, Kara can hear whispers between Lucy and Vasquez.

“I still can’t believe she literally sniffed out the thief!”

“She’s like a bloodhound.”

Kara would protest, but with her head on Alex’s lap, her legs on Maggie’s and her potstickers in her belly, she is much too content to care.

Over on AO3

[magnificent-dragons]

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. J’onn 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 J’onn 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 J’onn if she told Lena, and she needed all the help  she could get. Despite J’onn’s soft spot for the Danvers girls he still followed the rules and protocol it was his job.

“We need to convince him Alex, I am not risking him wiping her mind of me. I could not live with it if he did.” Kara’s voice dripped with worry.

“It’s gonna be ok, I am going to see if we can get M’gann 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.” 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 Kara’s 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 Kara’s 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. Kara’s 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.

“Lena, how was your day, that meeting with what's his name?” Kara said, as she helped Lena out of the car.

“He 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?” Lena had her arm linkedin Kara’s 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.

“I have to go Lena, snapper I am so sorry.” 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 M’gann to listen to Alex’s argument to try and get J’onn on their side. It was going to be easier than they had thought to get M’gann 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 Kara’s anger or grief.

“Alex, 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.” M’gann stated, she was trying to figure out how she would have to approach the subject with J’onn.

“ I know how he is,  and I have used all of my leeway with J’onn but to no avail so you are currently our only hope. So please do the best that you can, for Kara’s happiness.” Alex sat across from M’gann at the table practically begging for M’gann to help them.

“ Ok I can’t guarantee that he will lift the rule or what will happen but I will do everything i can.”

It took two whole hours to get any news of what had happened when M’gann 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 Kara’s nerves the kryptonian looked as if she was about to explode anyways. Although exploding was not one of Kara’s powers, being able to break everything in Alex’s 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 sister’s stress levels.

Her phone began to ring, Kara’s 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.

“Hello, J’onn.” Alex did her best to keep the nerves out of her voice, this was the moment that Kara was waiting for.

“ I need to speak with you, I will drop by your apartment I don’t want this to be done inside the deo.”  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.

“Ok, we will be waiting,” She said, before saying her goodbyes and hanging up.

“Ok, so what do we do, do  we wait can i go flying what do I do Alex I can’t be patient for much longer.” Kara was near frantic as she paced.

“It is gonna be ok, Kara just sit down for a minute, I can’t afford a new floor, nor can I explain why I would need one to my landlord.” Alex said, pushing Kara back into the couch and getting her to sit and wait.

It took twenty minutes for J’onn 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 J’onn 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.

“You can tell her,” as soon as the words left J’onn’s mouth Kara turned and was about to fly out the window to go and tell Lena, but J’onn grabbed her shoulder gently stopping her. “But 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.”

“As long as I can tell her and someone keeps her updated,” Kara said, a small smile on her face knowing that she had triumphed.

“We will, now I believe you have something you need to tell your girlfriend,” J’onn 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 Lena’s 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.

“Supergirl? What can I do for you,” Lena opened the balcony door and crossed her arms to protect herself from the slight chill of the night air.

“I should have told you along time ago, and I wanted to rao I have wanted to tell you Lee, but I am supergirl,” 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 Lena’s waist and pulled her closer.