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mj0702 · 4 months ago

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You walked with your girlfriend and Magda around the field after the Lioness vs. Sweden game talking to Magda when G stopped taking some pictures with fans and signing some stuff. You and Magda stopped about three steps away from Georgia when you heard something you couldn't quite place. So you went over to the area Magda right behind you as Georgia looked absolutely lost

“What's the matter?” you asked trying to act like a normal staff member since no one knew you and G were in a relationship “Everything okay?”

“Yeah... good... we just... bench” your girlfriend said stressed already pushing you back a little

“G... what's going on” you mumbled as she pushed you in front of her

“MAGDA!!!” Georgia yelled signalling the swede to follow “Give me a minute”

Your girlfriend pushed you quickly into the tunnel where she waited for Magda to catch up

“I need a phone... or a tablet or something connected to the Wi-Fi” your girlfriend looked around quickly and you saw how distressed she was

“Benji... tablet” you quickly said as one of the tactical staff members passed.

He quickly handed over his tablet to you and you passed it on to Georgia who immediately tried to unlock it just to hand it back to you groaning

“Babe please” your girlfriend groaned getting more and more squirmy

“Here” you handed the unlocked piece of electronic back to her looking confused when she quickly pulled up one of the other teams game

“Mind telling us what got you so freaked out??” you asked raising your eyebrows

“One of the fans I took a picture with... she said she's sorry about what happened to Lena and she hopes that she's okay” Georgia mumbled pulling up the live ticker to look when what exactly happened

“Obi?” you asked “Didn't they play... who was it? Italy?”

“Austria... still playing... 68'...” your girlfriend mumbled concentrated “And yes... Lena”

“Why am I here?” Magda asked now confused looking onto the tablet her head coming out between yours and Georgias

“Fuck me!” Georgia suddenly exclaimed her hand quickly covering her mouth

“Jesus” Magda exclaimed shocked

“What?” you asked looking back down on the screen as you were quickly distracted by one of the Swedes passing the trio of you.

But in that second you saw Lena on the ground clutching her knee before the replay was played. You saw how Lena went in for the block and how her right leg was planted into the field. You saw how she moved her upper body to the left and then it happened – you immediately saw how the patella quickly plopped back into place and how Lena collapsed to the ground

“Lucy!!” you yelled running back out onto the field scanning it quickly before you spotted your sister down at the corner flag smiling up at some fans signing Jerseys and stuff

“LUCY!!!” you yelled again already taking off in her direction when your sister head snapped towards your voice

“What's wrong Bubs?” Lucy came running meeting you just short of the middle line

“I need a flight to... wherever Germany played today... somewhere in Germanys” you panted

“What?” your sister asked confused

“I need a flight to Germany... long story short... I need your Credit card” you breaths coming out laboured

“What are you talking about?” your sister asked firmly

“Lena Oberdorf... she got injured today... I need a flight to Germany” you quickly explained

“And why exactly...” your sister started to question you curiously

“... I know Bayern... they'll want her back in Munich...where she has basically no one” you interrupted Lucy quickly

“Come on Bubs... you can't just fuck off because of... I don't know... a sprained ankle” Lucy rolled her eyes

“It's not the ankle Luce... it's the knee” you said quietly looking your sister straight into the eyes

“The knee??” your sister looked confused until she got your hint “Fuck... the KNEE??”

“Yeah... she has no one there you know...” you nodded grateful your sister got the point

“Talk to Sarina... I'll book you the first flight out tomorrow morning...” Lucy said “... and before you argue... you can't do anything tonight anyway... you know it yourself – they put her on drugs and ship her out tomorrow”

“Yeah I know...” you sighed defeated accepting the open arms and sank into your sisters embrace “... thanks Luce”

“Always Bubs....” your sister smiled pressing a soft kiss to your temple “... you got a heart of gold you know that?”

“I just know how it feels...” you mumbled against her shoulder “... not the being alone part but the ground getting ripped away from under your feet... I can't imagen how it must feel knowing that no one will be there waiting for you when you get the diagnosis or waking up alone”

“Go talk to Sarina Bubs...” Lucy said softly “... you know she'll let you go but you can't just piss off okay”

“Yeah...” you said quietly “... need to talk to G too”

“Bubs.. you need to calm down....” your sister said tiredly next morning when you entered London Heathrow airport “... it's too early... I can't deal with your nervous freak out at the crack ass of dawn”

“Keira offered to take me...” you grumbled still being tired yourself “... you said you wanted to take me... Keira would have me calm by now”

“That's why I came separately” Keira suddenly said behind you holding two coffee cups pushing one of them into your hands

“Where is my coffee??” Lucy asked upset

“Still in the coffee machine at Starbucks...” Keira deadpanned while you thanked every coffee god in this universe for Keira Walsh

“You're so mean...” your sister grumbled at her ex “... that Austrian changed you”

“Just like that spaniard changed you... never heard you complain so much about the english weather – you grew up here” the blonde shot back making you snort

“Yeah well... the warmer weather is better for me old bones” Lucy tried to defend herself pouting

“Mhm...” Keira just smirked taking a sip from her coffee

“Leave me alone...” your sister grumbled as she just took Keiras coffee out of her hand “... it's too early”

“Can you two get divorced later... I have a flight to catch” you said immediately getting nervous again

“You'll do good Bitsy... you're a pro now” Keira said softly guiding you to the security check “... it's the same routine every time... security... find your gate... get on plane... get off plane... don't get lost in city you got off plane okay?”

“G wrote me down the way to the Bayern trainings centre...” you said confident

“I'll get you the number from someone who's there... I'll arrange a pick up” Keira said knowing how well Georgia works with directions and navigations – not well at all. Georgia and navigating someone normally ended up in a disaster

“Thank you” you smiled tiredly “... I didn't have the heart to tell her since it took her half the night”

“No problem...” the blonde smiled back

“You need to go Bubs...” Lucy gently nudged you forward and you recutlanty took a step forward

“Go on Bits... you're a regular flyer by now...” Keira smiled encouraging “... we seriously need to think about getting you into the mileage program”

“Yeah well...” you mumbled “... I already ticked the mile high club box”

“EXCUSE ME?” Lucy spit out her mouth full of coffee looking at you shocked while Keira bursted out laughing

“I need to go now...” you quickly said speed walking into the security area

“BUBS!!! COME BACK HERE!!!” your sister yelled after you “IMMEDIATLEY!!!”

You turned your phone on the second the plane came to a halt at the big Munich airport. The flight was surprisingly relaxing and you have to give it to Keira – she was right. You kinda got the flying thing down now. As soon as your phone connected with the Airport Wi-Fi your phone exploded with messages from Lucy, Keira, Georgia, Magda and surprisingly Pernille who asked you to keep her up to date considering Lena. You answered Pernille first since she had send the calmest message from all. Next was Keira who just wanted to know if you landed and if the flight was okay or if you had an anxiety attack again. After Keira you texted Magda who just asked you if you could water her cactus and you just answered with a middle finger emoji. Then you texted your girlfriend that everything was fine and you were about to leave the plane. Lucy came last since she send about 20 texts in the 85 minutes you were in the air. You just copy pasted the text you sent your girlfriend politely ignoring her questioning about the mile high comment.

As you exit the plane Keira texted you back that she organized Franzi Kett to pick you up and attached the forwards number. You tried your best to text in the little german your girlfriend taught you just for Franzi to answer in english. She told you exactly which way to go and where you two would meet up and by god – so much better than Georgias directions

“Hey Franzi” you said quietly when trying to not attract any attention

“Hey y/n” the young blonde smiled back friendly “You had a good flight?”

“G already briefed you?” you chuckled

“That too yeah...” the blonde chuckled “... but also I thought you might want to have small talk?”

“How's Lena?” you asked as you followed the blonde to the parking lot

“I don't know... I honestly don't know” Franzi said shrugging her shoulders apologetic

“Do you have any kind of information?” you asked hopefully getting into the black sleek Audi

“I know she'll be flown in today... I don't know when tho...” the blonde said as she quickly exit the car park “... where should I let you out? Gs apartment?”

“Mind driving me to the academy?” you asked trying not to flinch as Franzi got on the motorway speeding up quickly

“No problem... Alex should be around viewing some of the second team” Franzi smiled as she quickly cut to the right lane taking the next exit

“Girl I swear you drive like a lunatic” you panted out as the car slowed down stopping at a red light

“Why? I drove good?” the blonde looked at you confused

“So fast and so unapologetic” you huffed

“It was just 160...” Franzi shook her head

“You seriously are mentally not stable” you said but then squeaked when the car shot forward as the lights turn green

You quickly talked to Alex getting all the information you needed before recuting Franzi as your taxi driver again. The young player was happy to chauffeur driving safely through the Munich traffic driving you to a better looking neighbourhood parking the car

“What are we doing here?” you asked confused as you got out of the car

“There... that's the clinic you told me to go to” Franzi pointed at a bigger building behind you

“THAT'S a clinic?? You Germans don't have normal hospitals?” you exclaimed shocked

“We do” the blonde deadpanned “... that's a private clinic... very expensive... very exclusive”

“Damn girl...” you looked around when you entered the building “... it's like exploring a different world”

“Nice isn't it?” Franzi asked

“Sí” you mumbled not even noticing you switched to spanish

“Hi... wir sind hier wegen Lena Oberdorf” Franzi smiled nicely at the receptionist

“Entschuldigung aber ich kann Ihnen keine Auskunft über Patienten geben” the young lad answered and your head started to hurt already having to listen to them speaking german

“Wir wollen keine informationen...” the blonde said her voice still friendly “... aber wenn Sie vielleicht organisieren könnten dass sie weiß das wir hier sind... Franzi Kett und Y/n Bronze”

“Geben Sie mir eine Minute” the lad smiled grabbing the phone

“What the hell??” you mumbled

“What?” Franzi looked at you a little concerned

“Since when do you speak fluent german?” you asked forgetting that Franzi was German

“I was born here... I lived in lower Bavaria my whole...” the blonde looked at you like you're having a stroke

“Oooooh riiiiiight...” you slapped your forehead “... I always forget that”

“Ehrm... Tschuldigung??” the receptionist perked up “... Ich hab oben bescheid gegeben und wenn ihr versprecht kein Blödsinn zu machen lass ich euch hoch in den Wartebereich”

“Oh vielen Dank...” Franzi sighed out and you figured it was good news when she turned to you “Come on... we're allowed to wait upstairs”

“Did you see that??!!” you whisper yelled as you exit the elevator and Franzi laughed quietly “... they had a whole ass Fanta machine... different flavours”

“Yes I saw....” the blonde laughed as quietly as she could

“I need one of those” you said seriously

“You won't be able to pay for them” Franzi laughed as she sat down on one of the comfortable looking chairs in the waiting... lounge

“Beanbags??? They have beanbags in their waiting area???” you exclaimed bewildered “I'm gonna move in here... or steal one.. two... G needs one too”

“Just sit down.... this will take a while” the young blonde rolled her eyes as she snatched one of the magazines laying around

“I'm going to get a Fanta” you said already turning around

“No” Franzi jumped up quickly blocking the exit “... I have strict orders to not leave you out of my sight... and honestly... I'm scared of Pernille”

“Ugh... fun sucker all of you” you rolled your eyes falling back into the beanbag

“Seid ihr hier für Lena?” a nice looking nurse asked a while later

“Ja... ich bin Franzi... eine Teamkollegin...” Franzi jumped up smiling

“Again with that German... worse than all them spaniards” you mumbled

“Okay... so only one of us is allowed in her room... so I told Nadine over here you'll go... if you need me to pick you up text me okay” the blonde said

“But you...” you started confused but Franzi immediately shook her head

“No... I have a feeling you'll be more use here”

“Thank you” you smiled but it was a sad one before you followed the nurse down the hallway

You carefully entered the hospital room – not a normal room. The colours where friendly – a light green and yellow with accents in light blue. The interior was in a light wood. All in all it was just light and airy and beautiful and calm.

“Hey Walmart for poor” you said quietly as you slowly approached the bed wincing slightly as you saw the big cast covering Lenas leg

“What do you want?” the new Bayern player said coldly

“Just was in the neighbourhood and thought I stop by” you shrugged your shoulders pulling a chair over as the brown haired woman turned her head looking away from you

“I don't know why you're even here... I don't have anything to tell you... they're still looking over the pictures” Lena mumbled

“Lesbi-honest here... both of us don't need any confirmation or pictures...” you sighed deeply “... I know it and you know it too”

“Maybe it's just twisted very badly” Lena said quickly but you heard her voice break a little at the end

“Lena...” you said softly grabbing her hand

“You don't know how...” the dark haired snapped at you making you snort

“I'm probably the only one who knows..” you snorted

“How could you understand?” Lena said and you knew her leashing out at you was a normal reaction

“I had three... that's why I'm not playing... that's why I'll never stand in Wembley at a Euros final with the three lions on my chest or representing my country at a world cup... I can walk... I can kick around a little bit but my knees won't be able to hold the pressure of a professional career” you said blankly “... so I understand how you feel”

“I didn't...” the brown haired woman looked at you shocked

“Not many people know... but that's not why I'm here...” you said seriously “... I'm here because you'll need a support system... You have your family yes... but you'll need people around you who know what you're going through... you're going to struggle... big time I promise you that... and I don't even mean the physical struggle... I mean the mental one... you'll have days and nights where suddenly thoughts pop up that scare you – they make you being scared of yourself. But you need to trust someone and talk to them. Also... rehab is going to be a bitch – but I promise I'll be there... and with me you have all the top players behind you... and if you even THINK about giving up I'll tell on you at Alexias and believe me... she has way to much fun at kicking asses to let this opportunity go to waste”

“Are you sure?” Lena asked and you knew what she asked

“99.9%... the way your patella snapped back... the angle your foot was planted into the pitch versus where your upper body was and the movement you made...” you looked straight at her and suddenly she turned your head away from you her free arm came up to cover her eyes and you heard that chocked up sob

You didn't talk or trying to make a joke. You just held her hand letting her cry all the bottled up emotion out. It took a while but she suddenly grabbed your hand harder and you squeezed back in a silent understanding and support. A little bit after that there was a low knock on the door and Lena called out breaching herself for the “news”

“So we're going to take a part of your hamstring and replace the ripped ligament with it...” the Surgeon explained and you snorted what make Lena look at you questioning

“That might work for the Anterior work but what about the knee ligament....” you questioned the Doctor

“We use a artificial tendon” the surgeon looked at you a little grumpily

“And how do you want to fix it in there... you need to screw the prosthesis for the artificial to the bone and theoretically the inner would run straight over it... but if you put an artificial in her body could either reject it or it rubs over the prosthesis and rips again as soon as she's ready to start playing again OR you already plan on a second surgery in about 6 weeks what would throw her recovery back... so you go back out there find an acceptable solution and THEN you come back and present it to me... otherwise I have no problem to get my own surgeon here so I'm sure she gets the best possible treatment and I'll also make sure the high dogs in the Club will hear about it” you went all out on him knowing what he tried to sell to Lena was absolute bullshit

“Ehrm” the surgeon looked at you shocked as you pointed towards the door

“Door is there... if you don't come up with up a solution by tonight I'll get my surgeon here... she knows what she's doing... fixed me three times... so... what to you Germans always say? Zack zack” you said coldly and the middle aged man stumbled outside

“Wow... what...” Lena looked at you shocked as you pulled your mobile out holding your finger up

“Teddy... you have plans tomorrow??” you said as soon as the call connected “Yeah... hi... nice to speak to you... I'm fine... you too? Great.. so... plans tomorrow..... day off? Perfect... I have a present for you” you grinned at the german player

“I'm scared” Lena looked up at you her bed right in front of the OR

“I know...” you said smiling a little grabbing the hand that she reached out to you “But I promise you... Teddy is the best out there... I mean she had a lot of practise with me”

“You're horrible” Lena snorted

“Thank you.... normally people call me a bitch” you grinned back

“I call you Christmas present” a female voice behind you said and you looked up to look into your surgeons smirking face “Every time I open you up there's something new to explore”

“You better not fuck this up or I'll find someone new to scrap me ligaments” you threatened her smirking back

“Pff... as if anyone would take your broken body on their chart” the dark blonde waved off before entering the OR “Last minute”

“I'll be here when you wake up okay...” you promised Lena when the OR nurses came to push her inside “... and I'll take a lot of embarrassing videos of you being high as fuck and blackmail you with them later”

“You wouldn't dare” Lena said shocked

“It's family tradition” you smiled as the young player got rolled into the OR and as you were about to leave Teddy stuck her head through the door

“You want to watch from the other room?” the surgeon asked you “It's gonna take around three hours...”

“I trust you Teds... her and G are friends... and that makes her my friend too....” you said seriously “.. I'll be at that Fanta machine if someone looks at you”

#woso image #lena oberdorf #lucy bronze x reader #keira walsh x reader #georgia stanway x reader

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kj-yikes · 2 months ago

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8. Poet

(on ao3 here) (note: this got out of control AND barely fits the prompt. Oops?)

"Oh! I forgot!" Kara says as she spins around from the door to Lena's office and digs through her bag. "I made you a mix CD!" She produces the CD and hands it to Lena. It's in a clear plastic case with a slip of paper in the cover, listing out the tracks in blue pen.

"A mix CD?" Lena asks curiously, turning it over in her hands.

Kara nods vigorously, a slight blush on her face. "Yeah! I used to make them all the time when I first got to Earth. All the kids at school would make them, and it was a way for me to learn Earth culture. You know, through music," Kara's voice breaks a little, like it does when she talks about her early years on Earth. "It kind of became a way to express myself. Alex and I would make each other mix CDs all the time. And, in case you don't have a CD player anymore, ta da!" Kara digs around in her bag and produces a blue portable CD player with what look like 20 year old headphones. "It still works, I tested it yesterday. Though, you might want to use different headphones. Those were the ones I used as a kid, and I blew out the left speaker," Kara rambles as she passes the CD player over.

Kara is always an odd one, but Lena absolutely adores that about her. She can always count on Kara to liven up an afternoon with a funny story, a silly joke, or a random surprise like this one.

"Thanks, Kara. That's really sweet of you," Lena says, smiling. Kara grasps the straps of her bag and shifts her feet.

"It was nothing. Just something that made me think of you. Of—of us." Lena's heart skips a beat. "Let me know what you think of it," Kara says with a wink before opening the door and waving goodbye.

Kara has to get back to Catco for an editorial meeting, but Lena doesn't have any other meetings for the rest of the afternoon, so she crosses to her desk and rummages around in a drawer for a new set of headphones. She plugs them in and inserts the CD, putting the headphones over her ears.

It starts out pop-y with some of their mutual favorite throwbacks, but then it shifts tone gradually to sweet, sincere ballads mixed in. It's a good CD, she thinks as she listens to it while skimming reports and budgets that afternoon. Lena gets lost in her work as the music plays.

It's not until the end of the second listen through that she really starts paying attention more closely than just the catchy beats.

Is Kara trying to say something with this CD?

She ponders this on her drive home, listening to the back half of the CD again in the backseat and in the elevator up to her penthouse.

Unlocking the door, she kicks off her shoes and throws her bag on the counter. She goes through her evening routine, changing into comfier clothing and settling on the couch with the headphones still over her head.

Lena feels her phone buzz and she flips it over.

Kara: So what do you think about the CD? Did you listen yet?

Swiping her phone to unlock it, Lena pulls up her contacts and dials. It rings for a few moments, until she hears the call connect.

"Lena? Hey!"

"I need your help."

Sam laughs. "Yes, nice to talk to you too, Sam. I'm so glad your day was great!"

Lena winces. "Sorry, Sam, I'm distracted. How are you?"

"I'm just teasing. I'm good. Ruby and I were just making brownies," Sam says. Lena can hear dishes clanking in the background.

"Oh, I didn't mean to disturb! I can call back later." Lena feels a pang of guilt. She knows Sam has been busy with the Metropolis office and probably hasn't had much free time to spend with Ruby.

"No no, it's no problem honey. What do you need?"

Lena sighs, burying her face in her hands. "Ugh, I don't know, I think I'm reading too much into it."

"Reading into what?"

"Okay, so, today Kara gave me a mix CD that she made. For me."

There's brief silence on the other end of the line. "A mix CD? For you?" Sam asks, her voice remaining neutral.

"Yeah. I don't know. She said it made her think of us and she used to make them as a kid," Lena elaborates.

"What's on it?"

"Some throwbacks, and some… love songs? I don't know, some of them are songs I've never heard before." Though Lena appreciates all kinds of music, her tastes tend towards moody classics like Joni Mitchell and Tracy Chapman.

"And what do you think of the CD?" Sam asks.

Lena hesitates. Her relationship with Kara had always been…different, but not in a bad way. Closer than any friend she's ever had, dancing the line between friendship and something more. But Lena had always attributed that to Kara just being Kara — sweet, kind, fiercely loyal, affectionate.

Plus Kara's never mentioned being anything but straight, even if sometimes Lena catches her staring. And, sure, Kara makes certain that some part of her is touching Lena at all times when they're sitting on the couch for movie night and kisses Lena on the cheek when she says something silly about the endless musicals. But that's just how Kara is.

"Some of these songs are kind of…romantic?" It comes out more like a question, which is uncharacteristic for Lena. "I feel like I'm reading too much into it, but… is Kara trying to tell me she likes me?"

"What's the problem with that?" Sam asks. "You've been in love with her for years."

"Sam!" Lena whisper-yells into the phone.

Sam lets out a huff. "Oh, are we not talking about Lena 'I spent millions of dollars to buy a company for my best friend slash love of my life' Luthor, who couldn't stop making heart eyes at one Kara Danvers for the better part of the year I was in National City? So sorry," Sam teases sarcastically.

"Kara's straight," Lena says quietly. "We've been over this."

"Says you. But okay. We can figure this out." Sam shifts into problem solving mode. "Do you have the track list? I have a teenager. She'll know the recent stuff if I don't already know it."

"Yeah, hold on." Lena snaps a picture of the track list on the cover of the CD and texts it to Sam. She hears the chime of Sam's phone over the line and waits for Sam to take a look. After a few moments, Lena asks, "Well?"

"Lena, she put girl in red on this album. I don't think there's any question here," Sam is fighting back a laugh.

"I don't understand," Lena says slowly.

"Saying you listen to girl in red is like, code for 'I'm a lesbian,'" Lena hears Ruby's voice a little quieter over the phone, as if she's talking from across the room. Her eyes widen as Sam exclaims Ruby's name.

"Ruby, I'm trying to talk to Lena, babe." Lena hears a rustle as Sam picks up the phone. "Sorry, Lena, you're on speakerphone."

Lena closes her eyes and buries her face in a hand, propped up on the couch arm by her elbow. She lets out a quiet laugh. "So you're saying," she begins, "that not only is Kara gay, she also likes me."

"Sweetie, Kara is in love with you," Sam says gently, as if she's trying to break hard news. "She always has been, as long as I've known her."

"All this time?" Lena practically shouts in alarm. "Why didn't she ever say anything? I thought she was straight!"

Sam mutters something that sounds like "useless gays" and sighs. "Maybe she has, and you never realized. Or maybe she's just now saying something, with this CD. Either way, you need to decide what you're going to do about it."

They wrap up the conversation, with the promise to Ruby that Lena will share any updates as soon as she can (the teenager seems all too invested in Lena's love life). Lena hangs up and opens her text messages with Kara. Typing quickly, she sends a short, "I love it! Thank you ❤️" to buy some time.

Lena grabs the CD player and puts the headphones back on befor stretching out on the couch with her sweatshirt-clad arm over her eyes and a small smile on her face. She listens carefully to each song, looking up lyrics for ones she's unfamiliar with. She learns new artists — girl in red, Chappell Roan, Kehlani — and hears new tracks from some familiar favorites like Taylor Swift. She analyzes the lyrics like poetry, reading between the lines and the notes to extrapolate meaning and apply it to her relationship with Kara.

By the end of the second listen, Lena has decided three things: one, she really should talk music more with Kara, as they have pretty similar tastes. Or at the very least, Kara is excellent at making recommendations that Lena would like.

Two: this CD was definitely trying to say something, and,

Three: Lena really wants to say something back, and soon.

Lena opens Spotify on her phone, and an hour later, she has a respectable playlist created. Not wanting to overthink her decision, she names the playlist "Kara ❤️," changes the playlist photo to a photo of Kara eating ice cream that she took over the summer (it's also her phone lockscreen), and sends it to Kara.

Lena rubs her eyes tiredly. She didn't realize it was almost 1 am. With a contented sigh, she rolls off the couch and gets ready for bed.

Lena is just about to side into her bed and sink into her mattress when she hears a knock. Brow furrowed, she flips on the light in the living room and walks to the balcony.

"Kara? Is everything alright?" Lena asks, concerned, as she slides the door open. Kara steps in, looking breathless, clad in her pajama shorts and an old t-shirt. Lena closes the sliding glass door and turns around, and that's when she feels solid arms wrap around her and the absolute softest lips pressing against hers.

Kara is kissing her. Kara is kissing her. And Lena is kissing back, bringing her hands up to cup Kara's cheeks. She stands on her tiptoes, desperate to get closer.

They don't break away until long moments later, Kara slowly pulling back and resting her forehead against Lena's and looking absolutely devastating. Lena smiles slowly.

"Listened to my playlist, huh?"

Kara laughs, a melodic sound that makes Lena's heart swell with affection. "To be completely honest, I never made it past track five. There were two songs in the first four called 'Kiss Me.' I think I got the hint."

"Guess I wasn't subtle, then," Lena says slyly, taking Kara's hand and leading her to the couch. She pushes down on Kara's shoulders until Kara is seated, then she climbs into Kara's lap.

"Not exactly, but then again, neither was I," Kara gets lost in kissing Lena slowly for a moment before she pulls away. "Or at least, I didn't think I was, but then you didn't say anything and I worried I upset you and—"

Lena cuts her off with a kiss.

#one thing you need to know about me is that I am dumb and cheesy #and this fic is very dumb and cheesy #sometimes that’s just what we need #also I do plan on sharing a playlist with this but I cannot tonight!#supercorp #supercorptober #supercorptober2024 #supercorp fic #my fics

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lena-in-a-red-dress · 4 months ago

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Entrapment (post Crisis Supercorp angst)

The last place Kara expects to see Lena is in the CatCo elevator. It breaks her heart to feel it lift at the sight of Lena’s breathless smile, only to come crashing down when that smile disappears as Lena sees who it is who held the doors for her.

But Lena doesn’t withdraw. She squares her shoulders to a professional set as she turns back to face the closing doors. As the car lifts, the silence is so heavy that Kara has to break it before it crutches her alive.

“Visiting Andrea?”

A noncommittal hum comes too swiftly to be construed as anything but perfunctory. With a lump rising in her throat, Kara swallows painfully, but nods to herself, resolute. Fine. If Lena won’t even try to be civil, then neither will she–

A loud metallic clank lurches through the elevator, making the walls rattle. They stop moving abruptly, staggering slightly to keep their feet through the jostle. The lights then dim, as through to drive the point home. They were stuck.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Lena mutters darkly, jabbing her finger against the help button. To Kara’s surprise, a tinny voice answers, promising that a team was on the way.

“And how long will it be before we’re moving again?” The barest hint of an edge creeps into Lena’s voice, cutting deep in Kara’s ears.

“I couldn’t say, ma’am,” the voice returns, professional but unbothered. “We’ll keep you apprised of any developments.”

The quiet that follows the disconnecting click of the speaker lingers for a long moment before Lena snaps.

“Fuck!” she hisses sharply. Kara tries her best to pretend her frustration is at being trapped and not that she’s trapped there with Kara. She doesn’t quite succeed.

She bows her head to hide the tears that prick at her eyes. Neither of them speak again for a good ten minutes before Kara dares to try again.

“How have you been?” She tries to say it casually, but she knows she’s not fooling anyone, let alone Lena.

“How do you think,” Lena mutters a growl.

“I wouldn’t know,” Kara snaps back. “That’s why I asked.”

It comes out sharper than she means to, and she can tell it takes Lena back a bit. Good. Let her see how angry Kara is, how frustrating her rebuffs are, when all Kara wants is to check in. But Lena’s surprise soon shifts to an expression that Kara recognizes as Lena digging her heels in. In that moment, Kara realizes that she’s spoken the language Lena is most fluent in– contempt.

Kara sighs. “Lena��”

“Don’t bother,” Lena drawls, folding her arms over her chest. With a scowl, Kara slumps one shoulder against the elevator wall.

“Fine.”

—

As the first hour bleeds into a second, Kara’s anger ebbs to a simmer. In its absence, the urge to reach out again overwhelms her.

“I’m sorry,” she says softly.

“I don’t care.”

And just like that Kara’s temper flares once more. “You could at least pretend to be civil.”

“What on earth makes you think you’ve earned that from me?”

“I don’t know– how about four years of friendship?!”

“Friendship is a funny way to pronounce ‘deception and fraud’,” Lena scoffs dismissively.

Kara’s hands curl into fists, and it takes all of her self control not to grip the side rail and crumple it into a mangled mess of metal. “That’s not what it was–”

“You don’t get to decide that,” Lena counters swiftly. Her gaze spears Kara in place, the bright glint of her anger as cold as ice. “

“Actually I do. Your perception isn’t reality, Lena.”

“Oh, I’ve learned that lesson, don’t worry.”

The rebuttal kicks Kara straight in the gut, nearly driving the air from her lungs. Her jaw snaps shut with an audible click, swallowing any retort with the need to keep her tears at bay. Lena senses her moment of weakness, and closes in for the kill.

“And don’t pretend this overture isn’t for any purpose aside from your need to assuage your guilt. If you’re looking for absolution, you won’t be getting it from me. So why don’t you just. move. on.”

—

“You’re wrong, you know.”

By hour four Kara has found a home on the floor of the elevator, her seat padded by her coat. Lena stubbornly remains standing, though Kara can tell by the shifting of her stance that the discomfort of her Louboutins grows by the minute. Lena’s eyes roll towards her in exasperation.

“Well, you’re partly right. But mostly wrong.”

Lena huffs. “Do tell.”

“I do feel guilty,” Kara admits. She picks at the skin of her cuticle, seeking any ounce of solace from the distraction. “But I’m not looking for absolution. I will always carry the guilt of how I treated you. Even if you told me right now that you understood every decision I made that hurt you, I would still feel guilty. Because you deserve better. You’ve always deserved better.”

“Then why the pretense?”

“I miss you, Lena.” Kara lets her hands fall still, and she lifts her chin to meet Lena’s gaze. She shrugs. “It’s not a pretense, just the truth. I just… miss you.”

Lena doesn’t have anything to say to that. Silence returns, and Kara dares to hope it might mean more than it did before.

—

“You think I’ll just move past it?”

Lena finally sits, prying her shoes off and setting them to one side. A wiggle of her toes elicits a cascade of crackles as abused joints settle back into their proper place. Kara gazes at her calmly, feeling better now that she’s gotten at least some of the weight off her chest. She considers Lena’s question– if she’s not expecting forgiveness, yet still yearning to repair their friendship, then what avenue could possibly get them there but the idea that Lena might one day come to peace with what happened?

“I guess… I guess I hoped so.” The admission feels heavy, distorting the air around Kara until Lena’s sharp reproach slams her back to reality.

“You really thought me capable of that?” Lena smirks, leaning back against the wall. “That’s adorable.”

“Is it?” Kara counters. “All the time I’ve known you, you have demonstrated over and over again that you are a compassionate, kind person– one who believes in second chances.” She lifts one shoulder in a shrug, but doesn’t break eye contact. “Is it really so hard to believe I’d hope that might extend to me?”

Dark eyes narrow, even as blood-red lips curl into a smirk. “You think you’ve cornered the market on being selfish?”

Kara eyes her. “I know you, Lena.”

Lena scoffs. “You still don’t get it. Kind, compassionate, good Lena…” She straightens, shaking her head. “You only knew the person I wanted to be.”

“You’re still those things.” When Lena doesn’t respond, Kara hears her silence as clearly as any response. “But you don’t want to be.”

“Why would I, when it’s only ever brought me heartache?”

—

They get a third update of no update thirty minutes later. The temperature has risen slightly, not enough to affect Kara in her sweater, but bringing a flush to Lena’s cheeks and a sheen of sweat to her upper lip.

“I don’t suppose it’s been long enough for your… friend, to make an appearance?” Lena asks, one eyebrow cocked.

Kara shakes her head. “You saw the fight on the news two days ago? I sort of, um… Supergirl’s still recovering.”

Lena rolls her eyes. “Wonderful.”

An apology lifts to Kara’s tongue, but she dismisses it before it can emerge. Solar flaring is one of the few things she doesn’t have to apologize for. Instead, she watches Lena, and in the minutes that follow, she can see exhaustion slowly claim her. She’s an old hand at recognizing it by now, after all– it just kills her that she’s now one of its causes.

“How have you been, Lena. Really.”

Lena sighs, the sound sharp and bitter. “I don’t know Kara. My brother has been resurrected, and someone let him create whole fucking reality with himself at the center of it. How would you be?”

Kara fights the urge to grimace. She may not have let Lex do anything– she didn’t even think bending an entire reality by sheer will was possible. If she had, maybe she could have– no, she stops herself. What Lex had done had been a shortcut. A cheat code, of sorts. By the grace of Mxy she’s seen what cheating the system could do. None of it had felt right– none of it would have been fair to Lena.

If she has a chance of repairing what she broke, she’ll do it the right way. She’ll finally give Lena the agency she deserved all along– even if it’s to tell her to kick bricks. Before she can say as much, Lena exhales, and in the sound Kara hears the fight leaving.

“A brand new reality,” Lena breathes, “where anyone can have a second chance.”

Hope lifts hot and bright in Kara’s chest.

“And all I can think is that I wish he’d just left me out of it.”

Lena’s voice is as heavy as her words. Kara absorbs it, in a way only a person who understands could.

“I’m sorry you feel that way. You’re in a tougher spot than most.” Being positioned as Lex’s right hand, answering to him from the rank and file of the same company she’d resuscitated with her own blood, sweat, and tears…

“You don’t have to work with him, Lena.”

“Save the inspiring soliloquy for someone who needs it, Supergirl.”

“You flourished without him! Why shove yourself back into that box? You saw his diaries, you know how he thinks of you. You’re better than that.”

This time when Lena meets her gaze, it’s without the malice that has predominated the duration of their entrapment thus far. The combativeness has left her, and in its place is an apathy Kara has only glimpsed once before– the night after Jack Spheer’s death, sitting with Lena on her office couch.

“At one point, I almost believed that,” Lena murmurs.

This, at least, is a sentiment that Kara has known for all the time she’s known Lena, and she knows just what to say.

“Then I’ll believe it for you,” she says firmly. “And I’ll remind you until you start believing it again.”

“We’re not friends anymore, Kara. There’s no need to pretend you care.”

Kara shakes her head. “I can’t control whether you see me as a friend or not. But you will always be mine.” She holds Lena’s gaze. “Always.”

—

Just as the clock on Kara’s phone ticks past 3pm, Lena breaks the silence for the first time.

“For what it’s worth,” she says, her voice low and solemn, “I’ve missed you too.”

—

Twenty minutes later, the elevator car jolts upwards. It shakes them from their wait-induced torpor, and they rise to their feet together just as the doors peel open to reveal a ledge about chest height with a firefighter kneeling down to study them with an appraising eye.

“You two all right in there?”

“Fine,” Kara and Lena say simultaneously. They shoot each other a wry glance.

The firefighter nods, reaching in with a long arm. “Time to get you ladies some fresh air.”

Lena goes first, allowing Kara to give her the slightest boost as their rescuer hauls her up. The exit is about as graceful as it could possibly be, and by the time Kara meets her on the other side, Lena is on her feet and tidying her skirt.

Kara stares at her, savoring the chance to drink in the sight of her one last time. Lena feels her gaze, and looks up to meet it, eyes inscrutable as the murmur of the gathered onlookers wash over them.

“It was good to see you,” she offers softly. “Despite the circumstances.”

Lena doesn’t respond. Kara decides to press her luck, just one more time.

“Please, think about what I said. About Lex. You are worth so much more than what he’s offered you.”

Than what I’ve offered you, Kara almost adds. She doesn’t.

After a long moment, Lena gives a single nod, before merging into the crowd in the direction of Andrea’s office. Kara watches her go, then turns the opposite direction towards the stairwell. As she makes her way down the steps, thoughts of Lena occupy every corner of her mind. The odds of their relationship changing even an inch towards how they used to be are slim to none, Kara knows. But maybe, just maybe, Lena still might take what she said about Lex to heart.

Replaying Lena’s final nod over and over in her mind’s eye, Kara emerges onto the street outside, greedily inhaling the musty city air. After a moment, she sighs, tipping her head back to bask in the pale winter sun.

Odds or no, she can’t help but hope.

#entrapment #supercorp #canon adjacent #angst #trapped in an elevator #bc it would have been an easy episode and we still didnt get it #i wanted a bottle episode so bad you guys

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sssammich · 6 months ago

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🧡 for supercorp

🧡 kissing in bed / lazy kiss / cuddling

you got it, boss.

ask meme

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she wakes to a faint glow.

twilight peeking through the curtains, the very curtains that kara has finally installed in her apartment. she knows before she knows for sure that her alarm won't ring for another ten minutes. maybe fifteen. so she burrows deeper into the pillow and the covers.

she smiles against the pillow case when a warm hand runs the length of her back before it settles protectively on the side of her rib, easily pulling her closer. she turns to her side, her smile widening when the hand on her rib travels to cover her abdomen and her back is pressed into a solid figure. she is encased in warmth and heat and safety and comfort.

she angles her neck to give way when soft lips press into her shoulder before ambling down to the juncture of her shoulder and neck, eventually making their way up the column of her neck. all the while, she holds onto the hand on her abdomen, keeping it steady there, keeping it in place.

"you're ruining my beauty sleep," she mumbles, even as she turns her head so those traveling lips reach their final destination. she doesn't yet open her eyes when kara's face hovers over her, kara's faint exhale grazing her skin.

"there's no such thing," kara says, before closing the distance between them. their mouths come together in the holy union of marked simplicity, of earned domesticity.

she grumbles—because she can—and she fully twists so that they're now facing each other. kara's arms wind themselves around her shoulder and her back before she nestles herself inside safety incarnate, pressing her own lips against kara's collarbone.

"i have fifteen more minutes before my alarm, you know."

the vibration of kara's laughter seeps into her bones, her marrow replaced with joy and mirth. she is now a woman made of love and happiness, every inch of them touched with kara's fingerprints.

"you absolutely do not have that kind of time. five minutes, at most."

"and yet here you are bothering all five of them."

kara laughs again before placing a chaste kiss on her temple. "world renowned lena luthor, a petulant baby. who would have thought?"

she whines, to prove a point, all while basking in the ease of this morning ritual. a blessed one of many. "nobody if you know what's good for you."

it is then that kara kisses her squarely on the mouth, a proper introduction to the morning and their upcoming day ahead. "come on, sleepyhead. it's your turn to make breakfast."

she grumbles amidst kara's cackle, so out of place yet welcomed first thing in the morning. "but the alarm—"

she wakes to a faint glow.

the television rolls through the looping landing page of the last streaming service she remembers clicking on.

she's tangled in some blankets as her neck rests uncomfortably on the arm of the couch. as her eyes adjust to the darkness, she realizes where she is: kara's couch. but with no sign of kara.

she stretches to her full height, her outstretched feet touching the edge of the other side of the couch, the blanket loosening from around her waist and falling down on the rug. she groans when she reaches towards the coffee table and palms for her phone. her eyes squint at the unexpected brightness of her phone signaling to her that she has a slew of messages and emails to respond to that she's choosing to ignore and instead focuses on the glare of 1:13AM shining back at her.

she sighs, slow to push her body up to a sitting position. she cards her fingers through her hair before gathering them all together and twisting it into a makeshift bun. she then picks up the blanket she let drop on the floor, folding it before placing it at the center of the couch. she shuts the t.v. off using the remote on the coffee table. she plucks up the now empty cup of tea and brings the both of them to the kitchen sink.

she collects herself, shrugging her cardigan on and shouldering her purse. she glances back at the dark and empty apartment before shutting the door behind her with a quiet click.

it's closer to two in the morning when she gets acclimated in her own bed. by the time she gets home, cleans up, and settles herself, she's awake again, so she needs to wind herself back down to get some sleep. this only happens, nowadays at least, by playing kara's message back to her. the one that she's memorized by heart. the one that she has cried about, has sobbed against, has yelled at.

the one that lulls her to sleep because she at least can hear kara's voice, can hear the love lacing the pain and the anguish, the regret.

in time, she falls asleep. she hopes she does not dream.

yet she hopes even more that she dreams, if only to see kara once more, at least until she returns and is back with them again. back with her again.

she wakes to a faint glow.

a call from alex danvers appearing on her phone screen.

"get to the tower as soon as you can. we think we might have found where kara is."

#casualkoalatea #replies #supercorp #samficlet #just giving the girlies what they want #i gave all three #but at what cost #fic ask meme #WHY ARE THERE TYPOS SMH

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tortillamastersblog · 4 months ago

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♕ No Matter What - Part 16 | Lena Luthor ♕

Pairing: Lena Luthor x reader

Warnings: mentions of injuries and slight angst

Summary: Lena is still a no-show. . .

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“Good, you’re doing great. Just one more step,” Dr. Mike encourages, holding my left hand as I walk on unstable legs.

My right hand is wrapped so tightly around the bar mounted to the wall that my knuckles have turned white.

I take the last step before lowering myself into the waiting wheelchair. My hands are shaking and I’m breathing heavily as Doctor Mike crouches down by my side with a beaming smile.

“That was amazing, Y/N,” he says. “If you keep working hard and doing your exercises you’ll be almost as good as new in no time.”

I try my best to smile, but even without the pitiful look on Doctor Mike’s face that follows it I know it wasn’t very convincing.

Ever since we dialed back my pain meds my entire left leg has been tingling and is weak. Sometimes it feels like an electric shock runs through it, all the way from my hip and down to my toes, and Doctor Mike says that even though the weakness will get better, the nerve pain will never truly go away.

Yes, it will also get better, but I won’t ever have physiological sensibility and mobility again.

“Why don’t we get you back to your room, you look tired,” he states rather than asks when I don’t comment on anything that he’s said.

I mumble please and hang my head low when he begins pushing me out of the pt room and back to my own room.

It’s been almost three weeks since what happened and I’ve honestly never felt this empty.

Don’t get me wrong, I was absolutely crushed and numb after Noah was killed, but now there’s just so many things weighing me down that I don’t know if I’ll ever come out on the other side of things again.

To start things off, I’m constantly having nightmares about what happened with Lex. They’re mostly about what actually happened but sometimes they’re also about Lena, Sam, or Ruby getting shot.

Then there’s the whole situation with my dad. He hasn’t visited me since that one time where he tried to apologize, and I’ve been racking my brain ever since if I have it in my heart to forgive him.

There’s also the nerve damage on my lower spine which turned out to be worse than expected. I’m not paralyzed — something I apparently came very close to— but my left leg is basically useless at the moment and the constant physical therapy is painful and exhausting.

And to top it all off, Lena hasn’t visited me even once since I got here. I also can’t get ahold of her on my phone because Lex destroyed it and I have yet to get a new one.

No one’s heard from her. The news outlets are dying for a comment from her about Lex’s and all her friends — Sam obviously included— can’t reach her either.

She’s not at home, apparently, which worries me, but it’s not like I can just walk out of this hospital and go look for her myself.

The only thing that gives me a little peace of mind is the fact that she texted Sam the day I was shot that she had to deal with some stuff and that she wouldn’t be available for some time.

When I first heard about it I was very worried because I know she blames herself for what happened, but then as time went on, I started to hate her for abandoning me.

Now, though, I’m just sad and dejected.

Do I really mean that little to her? I mean, even if she does blame herself, I thought her worry would outweigh her guilt eventually and she’d visit me, but apparently not. . .

Doctor Mike drops me off in my room, making sure I’m comfortable in the bed before leaving with an encouraging smile.

I sigh and close my eyes, only to open them again a couple minutes later when Sam and Ruby stop by.

They’ve been visiting me every day and even though I’m absolutely miserable and can’t wait to get out of here, they’ve been a reliable support system and always managed to cheer me up, even if it’s just a tiny bit.

Sam kisses my cheek in greeting and Ruby hugs me before pulling a deck of UNO cards out of her mom’s purse.

“Can we play?” she asks with a hopeful grin and I pat the space on the bed next to me with a nod.

We’ve been playing this game for a week now and at first ai thought I’d get tired of it, but that has yet to happen. I love playing with the two of them, especially when Ruby giggles after putting down a draw four card.

“Of course, c’mere.”

Sam takes a seat on the chair next to the bed while Ruby settles in next to me. She shuffles the cards and hands them out as Sam tells me about her day at the office.

“. . . and then Marcus has the nerve to burst right into my office,” Sam concludes once Ruby has passed out enough cards. “Can you believe that?!”

I chuckle and shake my head, sorting my cards and fanning them out in my left hand. “I honestly don’t know why you haven’t fired him yet.”

Sam huffs and puts down the first card, a red four. “Yeah, me neither.”

We play a couple of rounds, chatting about God knows what until Ruby decides she’s had enough and that she wants a hot chocolate from the hospital’s cafeteria.

Sam hands her some cash and we both watch her leave before Sam turns back to me with a serious expression.

“Okay, out with it,” she says, moving her chair closer to the bed. “You’ve been awfully quiet lately and I know it’s not just because of Lena.”

Immediately my eyes start stinging with tears and I gulp, trying to force them away. When Sam grabs my hand and squeezes it however, there’s no stopping them anymore and within seconds my cheeks are wet and my chin is wobbling.

“I just— I can’t anymore, Sam,” I admit with a hiccup. “I’m exhausted and-and everything around me reminds me of everything bad that’s ever happened to me.”

I use my free hand to wipe away my tears, but it’s of no use because they just keep coming and there’s nothing I can do about it as everything I’ve been holding back for almost three weeks now bubbles out of me.

“I can’t stand walking past Noah’s favorite coffee shop every morning. I hate seeing my dad’s favorite local beer in bars and I hate all the reporters outside the hospital just waiting for me to talk about Lex,” I whisper, not daring to look at Sam. “It’s too much. . .”

It’s silent for a moment until Sam’s soft touch on my cheek makes my breath hitch. She uses her free hand to wipe away some more of my tears and when I look up to meet her eyes all I can see is sympathy and understanding.

“It’s okay, Y/N,” she says quietly. “I understand what you mean and I think it’s high time you got away from all of this for a while.”

I take a shuddering breath and squeeze her hand. “You’re saying I should leave?”

She nods. “Yes. You could travel and explore the world, or you could just move somewhere else for a couple of years, you know?”

I don’t want to travel. I’ve seen enough of the world for now, having been stationed in a couple of countries while I was in the Army.

The thought of moving, however, makes me pause and think for a second.

It would be a great opportunity to start over, start on a blank slate, and if I ever get homesick I can always just move back to National City.

“But what about you and Ruby?“ I ask. I’ve always been there for them and they’ve always been there for me, too. I can’t just leave them behind and start a new life somewhere.

“We’ll be fine,” Sam assures me with a watery smile. “We’ll always stay in touch, but it’s time for you to start living again, Y/N, rather than just existing.”

“Sammy. . .” I trail off, not exactly knowing what to say. I’m overwhelmed by her understanding and her support, but I’m also sad at the prospect of being away from her and Ruby.

“It’s okay,” she says. “You’ll be okay, and Ruby and I will be okay, too.”

I squeeze her hand again and close my eyes for a second, letting what happened just now sink in.

“I love you, Sammy,” I whisper when I open my eyes again.

Sam sniffles and blinks away some of her own tears. “I love you, too.”

I chuckle and press a kiss to her knuckles right as Ruby returns from the cafeteria. She doesn’t notice our tear stained faces and wordlessly joins me on the bed again, sipping hot chocolate from her paper cup.

She starts babbling about her day at school which makes me smile softly. Every so often Sam’s gaze meets mine and the unrelenting understanding in her eyes puts my mind at ease.

I’m going to be okay, I think, but the question of Lena’s whereabouts and what she’s up to still gnaws at the back of my mind.

It’s been a week since I decided to move and an old friend of Sam’s told her about an apartment he’s just finished remodeling in Metropolis that I can move into at any time.

It’s a big step, moving to the other end of the country, but it will give me the space I so desperately need.

I was released from the hospital two days ago and have since been packing most of my stuff and getting my affairs in order.

I have to take it easy because I’m still recovering, which is why I’m only packing light things like clothes. The rest will be taken care of by a moving company that I’ve hired to start tomorrow.

My left leg is still weak and tingles, but the shooting pains have stopped and all my other injuries have healed nicely.

I have to use a crutch for the time being because I’m still a little unstable on my feet, but Doctor Mike told me that I won’t be needing it soon enough if I continue to do the exercises the physical therapist showed me.

So far the only people who know that I’m moving are Sam and Harper. The latter found out because she was there when Sam called me about the apartment, but she swore not to tell my parents about it.

We’re almost back to where we were before Noah’s death since she, not unlike Sam and Ruby, also visited me in the hospital daily, but it will still take some time for our friendship to be fully restored.

Now, as for my parents, I’ve decided not to tell them about moving until I’m already settled in Metropolis. If I told them now they’d try to stop me from going because they’re both trying to make things right with me, but I can’t start healing if I don’t get some space.

I’ve come to the conclusion that I will never be able to forgive either of them for what they did to me, especially not my dad, but I can see myself being civil with them in time.

A knock on the door makes me pause and drop the stack of clothes I was just about to put into a box onto the bed.

It’s almost dinner time and Sam was planning on coming over with some pizza, so I think nothing of it when I open the door with a lazy smile, but then I freeze when my eyes land on the one person I’ve been yearning to see for almost a month now.

“Lena,” I whisper, taking in her red nose and the snowflakes in her dark hair.

“Hi.” Her voice is just as quiet as mine, if not even quieter, and when her green eyes meet mine in silent question, I step aside and let her into the apartment.

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I’m sorry it’s a bit short, but the next part (probably the final part) will definitely be longer.

*Not proofread yet

Tag list: @nerethos @orange15quote @nuianced-tck-enby @autorasexy @unexpected-character @nothisismax @wandatasha @likeornella @rosea-reginae @aca-biitch @jujuu23

#x reader #dc universe #lena luthor #lena luthor x reader #supergirl cw #dcu

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theendorisit · 5 months ago

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magnus protocol season 1 part 1 praise and credits

all right my lovelies, we are at our Magnus protocol hiatus and you know what that means?

Credit where credit is due, we do not get wonderful stories without wonderful storytellers, and storytellers don’t get to tell stories without the people working tirelessly to bring the story to the audience. So thanks to everyone at Rusty Quill who makes these stories possible! I also want to shout praises to our part 1 guest writers: Graeme Patrick, Cole Weavers, Jamie Petronis, Shaun Pellington. Stellar work everyone!

All credits and my thoughts on each episode are below, so SPOILERSSSSSSSSS, you have been warned.

The Magnus Protocol Episode 1 – First Shift

CAT1RBC5257-12052022-09012024 Reanimation (Partial) -/- Regret [Email] CAT23RAB2155-10042022-09012024 Transformation (eyes) -/- Trespass [chat log]

Written by Jonathan Sims and Alexander J Newall

Script Editing by Alexander J Newall and Jonathan Sims 

Thoughts: stunner of a first episode, juggling meeting literally everyone and setting up the huge diversity of case styles we will be seeing. Also shout out to Alex for making sure we got such a banger of a line: ‘Canaries should stay above ground’.

The Magnus Protocol Episode 2 – Making Adjustments

CAT3RBC1567-23092022-18012024 Transformation (full) -/- dysmorphic [video call]

Written by Alexander J Newall

Script Editing by Jonathan Sims 

Thoughts: Like walking down a stone spiral staircase, you never know what the next thing is going to be (but you know it'll be dark and make your stomach drop a little). Enjoying the twist on accurate CS terminology (yes, contractors ARE called Externals).

The Magnus Protocol Episode 3 – Putting Down Roots

CAT2C8175-03042009-22012024 Infection (full body) -/- arboreal [journal entry]

Written by Graeme Patrick (for more of his work visit https://www.aintslayednobody.com)

Script Editing with Additional Materials by Jonathan Sims and Alexander J Newall

Thoughts: absolutely now a fan favourite, compelling gruesome body horror, with an intriguing backstory. The slow unravelling of a mind. Brings to mind horrors like Kafka's The Metamorphosis and the film The Ruins (not because they are similar stories necessarily, but, well, vibes). Definitely need more Graeme Patrick in my life!

The Magnus Protocol Episode 4 – Taking Notes

CAT3C7494-19111831-29012024 Collection (blood) -/- musical [letter]

Written by Cole Weavers (for more of his work visit https://www.thetownwhispers.com)

Script Editing with Additional Materials by Jonathan Sims and Alexander J Newall

Thoughts: A curious tale, that gets more curious in the re-hearing. Sure, an instrument plays the player. But how was the teacher driven wild BEFORE the pupil got the special violin? Maybe the chaos was from him, and the violin was a conduit? Got to hear more Cole stories! Dear grandpa Augustus does always tell such lovely stories, if Tim Fearon can narrate my life, that would be great thx. Also - need a promotion? get your windows NT to tattle on your boss! Lena giving Gertrude vibes with the killing-my-assistants theme.

The Magnus Protocol Episode 5 – Personal Screening

CAT2RB2377-10012023-05022024 Disappearance (undetermined) -/- Invitation [internet blog]

Written by Alexander J Newall and Jamie Petronis (for more of his work visit https://www.thecellarletters.com/)

Script Editing with Additional Materials by Jonathan Sims and Alexander J Newall.

Thoughts: I really love this one, it is such a brilliant thrilling story that genuinely has me shouting 'WHAT? WHAT HAPPENED? I need more details!!' - which is a hallmark of all good mysteries honestly. Will be on the hunt for more Jamie stories.

The Magnus Protocol Episode 6– Introductions

CAT1RB4824-09022024-12022024 Injury (needles) -/- intimidation [999 call]

Written by Jonathan Sims

Script Editing with Additional Materials by Alexander J Newall

Thoughts: Needles is a lame tryhard. I love him. Also Alice referring to Lena as 'Big Bird' is hilarious. Also, yay, Celia!

The Magnus Protocol Episode 7 – Give and Take

CAT2RC3338-03022016-12022024 Agglomeration (miscellany) -/- congregation [email]

Written by Alexander J Newall

Script Editing with Additional Materials by Jonathan Sims

Thoughts: I really hope that Mr Clayton turns up again. As the remains of a crime scene. Also, worldbuilding: hello Oxford. hello people in what is essentially an antique shop repeating the same phrases. Getting déjà vu. And Gwen, you know the Civil Service is really easy to move around, right? You can get a secondment, a loan, a transfer, there's internal job adverts... are you sure you want a promotion?

The Magnus Protocol Episode 8 – Running on Empty

CAT2RBC3366-12072023-28022024 Architecture (liminal) -/-hunger [coursework]

Written by Alexander J Newall

Script Editing with Additional Materials by Jonathan Sims

Thoughts: I feel like I just experienced a TMA/Backrooms crossover and I can dig it. Interesting repetition of ... repetition as a theme ('people' repeating phrases over and over). I like this one a lot, I feel that it communicates a great deal about the way this universe (or at least, its spooky experiences) works. Also, I really really hope Gee Gee is a villain in this story, just so Sue Sims can be the tiny cackling witch she was destined to be.

Interestingly, the official transcript has the name Hostile Workplace - an early title perhaps?

The Magnus Protocol Episode 9 – Rolling With It

CAT3RB3354-14101998-08032024 Dice (bone) -/- fate [Magnus Statement]

Written by Jonathan Sims and Alexander J Newall

Thoughts: This is a fun one, and does put an interesting twist on the idea of owning an artefact, that one could compel others to take the negative consequences. Can't decide if the ending (oh one last time) is too predictable - but definitely immensely satisfying. Also, I'm not sure if the truck/diner death is a direct reference to a final destination movie ending, but I noticed some similarities.

The Magnus Protocol Episode 10 – Saturday Night

CAT1RB2275-06082021-09032024 Mascot (kids) -/- murder [TV interview]

Written by Jonathan Sims

Script Edited with additional material by Alexander J Newall

Thoughts: appropriately named! The sound design for this episode gives me intensely-visual mental images of the TV interview, and I really want a YouTube video unpacking the Bonzo Butcher and his crimes, timelines, arrest, everything.

The Magnus Protocol Episode 11 – Marked

CAT23RC5246-06012020-11032024 Tattoo (corpse) -/- compulsion [email exchange]

Written by Jonathan Sims

Script Edited with additional material by Alexander J Newall  

Thoughts: Shirley Jackson Susan Hill called, she wants to know when she can have her haunted typewriter back.

The Magnus Protocol Episode 12 – Getting Off

CAT1RB4728-09032024-13032024 Mascot (kids) -/- frenzy [insurance claim]

Written by Alexander J Newall 

Script Edited with additional material by Jonathan Sims  

Thoughts: Possibly my favourite so far. Alex is bringing the gory horror and it's perfect. Excellent descriptive storytelling - opening a guy's head like a book is a visual I did not know I needed.

The Magnus Protocol Episode 13 – Futures

CAT3RB4622-17092023-14032024 Gambling (application) -/- murder [voicemail]

Written by Alexander J Newall

Script Edited with additional material by Jonathan Sims

Thoughts: Can someone get Alex in as a writer for Black Mirror? The series might actually get good as a result. Also can someone start a series tally for died in a hospital bed due to wickedly cool sound design? Thanks. Death by personal adjustment is giving TMA season 5 Mortal Garden vibes.

The Magnus Protocol Episode 14 – Pet Project

CAT1RB4426-01081995-15032024 Transformation (snake) -/-horde

Written by Shaun Pellington (https://www.imdb.com/name/nm14461505/)

Script Edited with additional material by Alexander J Newall and Jonathan Sims

Thoughts: Sometimes well-written characters come and punch you in the gut. Character writing isn't always prioritised in horror, as the characters can just be the vehicle through which horror happens. But the transition from report to last message to dad really hit hard, and the story was creepy af. Shaun writes podcasts and voice acts, so check out his stuff.

The Magnus Protocol Episode 15 – Well Run

CAT1RB-6451-22062023-22032024 Hunt (aristocratic) -/- compulsion

Written by Alexander J Newall

Script Edited with additional material by Jonathan Sims

 Thoughts: the real horror is being forced to be the monster. Yet you had a choice, you chose the monster, before anyone else could. I will always praise the sound team, though it is amazing how a shot through a window also kinda sounds like a brick wall falling down. I enjoyed Alice's run-in with the drowned woman, great writing, sound design and authentically chaotic. Also, let us all simp for Lady Mowbray, purely because it disgusts Jonny.

The official transcript also has an alternate name Good Show

I know exactly what Jonny means about disgust for the aristocracy, but his reaction is too funny to not do it.

PSA - nellie the elephant was dropped as a CPR technique bc you need to depress a chest by 2 inches to pump someone's heart, and compressions were too shallow when people used that song. Another One Bites The Dust and Stayin' Alive are better rhythms to use.

 The Magnus Protocol Episode 16 – Anti-social

CAT1RB1565-30102023-25032024 Tattoo(influencer)-/- Cardiac

Written by Alexander J Newall

Script Edited with additional material by Jonathan Sims

Thoughts: I genuinely really like this case and the character. Sure, cringy, but she's young, overexcited, and wants attention, like every other human being on the planet. I think she's quite a compelling character to follow, as she trips headlong into abject misery. Spectacular sound design on the death scene.

Also, a lot of people were complaining about the slang, but given the load of cringy slang that the fandom made the cast read out: this episode was 100% deserved. You want them to call their characters dummy thicc? You made your cringy slang bed, now lie in it (I say with love, affection, and sarcasm).

I am aware part of the complaints were that non-AAVE characters were using AAVE - but unfortunately, that is how real life, and real slang use, works. For example, the word 'cool' meaning good, has been around since the 1930's, and originated from Black Americans in the Jazz scene. Now, everyone uses it. I can't comment on whether this is good or right (and I don't think the show does either), only that the show's use/misuse of slang is accurate to real life.

The Magnus Protocol Episode 17 – Saved Copy

CAT2RC1147-30111997-04042024 Doppleganger (interdimensional) -/- murder

Written by Alexander J Newall

Script Edited with additional material by Jonathan Sims

Thoughts: Alex and Jonny are very good at twisting existing formats. Evil Twin/Doppleganger? Oh he'll want to kill you, replace you, drain your life, steal your existen- oh he wants a friend to play in his murder dungeon? That's new! Also, the receptionist and orchid-pervert - stop being a tease Alex!

The Magnus Protocol Episode 18 – Solo Work

CAT1RC2374-20032024-10042024 Memory (derelict) -/- compulsion

Written by Jonathan Sims

Script Edited with additional material by Jonathan Sims

Thoughts: How can a body speak without lungs? Autopsy reports are some of my favourite horror (see The Mortuary Assistant game and the autopsy of Jane Doe film). A house full of fog and forgotten poems.

Also, I got the credit details from the official transcript, so I'm not sure if Jonny writing and editing his own script is an error or deliberate, but it is kind of funny on an episode called 'Solo Work'.

Everyone complains about the AQA Anthology (2004) we had to read for English GCSE, but I loved it intensely.

The Magnus Protocol Episode 19 – Hard Reset

CAT13RBC1137-21031684-11042024 Transformation (canine) -/- growth (Crystalline)

Written by Alexander J Newall

Script Edited with additional material by Jonathan Sims

Thoughts: Alex writes the word 'Christendom' in a story and is immensely happy about it. I get the deep suspicion that Alex and Jonny have 'Edward-Kun'-ed the boys into a horrific electronic chimera a la Full Metal Alchemist. Excellent world-building. Wonder if the 'Protocol' is going to be 'yeah, we find people acting sus, and we teach them what the second part of 'fuck around and find out' actually entails'. Also COLIN ISN'T DEAD YET. YAYYYYY.

The Magnus Protocol Episode 20 – Social Stigma

CAT1RAB2534-12042024-12042024 Transformation (tattoo) -/- Social Media (influencer)

Written by Jonathan Sims

Script Edited with additional material by Alexander J Newall

Thoughts: Talking to a supernatural person... in person. I love it. Interesting dialogue on parasocial relationships and Gwen trying and failing to be an authority figure is hilarious (I am very similar!). Gwen's playlist is just RESPECT covered by Aretha Franklin on repeat. She can't get no respect ever.

Created by Jonathan Sims (@jonnywaistcoat)  and Alexander J Newall (@rqbossman) Directed by Alexander J Newall  Executive Producers April Sumner, Alexander J Newall, Jonathan Sims, Dani McDonough, Linn Ci, and Samantha F.G. Hamilton Associate Producers Jordan L. Hawk, Taylor Michaels, Nicole Perlman, Cetius d’Raven, and Megan Nice Produced by April Sumner    Featuring (in order of appearance) Billie Hindle as Alice Dyer

Kazeem Tosin Amore as Teddy Vaughn Anusia Battersby as Gwendolyn Bouchard (@anouchard) Shahan Hamza as Samama Khalid Sarah Lambie as Lena Kelley Alexander J Newall as Norris Jonathan Sims as Chester Kate Sketchley as Daria Jenny Haufek as Therapist

Tim Fearon as Augustus Paul Schmidt as Klaus

Hattie Quinlan as Operator 1 Harry Roebuck as Needles Tom Park as Operator 2 Joe Bence as Police Operator Lowri Ann Davies as Celia Ripley

Jon Gracey as Gerry Keay Sue Sims as Gertrude Robinson

Catherine Luff as Geraldine Hardy Steve Newman as Nigel Dickerson

Uncredited as Mr. Bonzo Beth Eyre as [Error]

Zena Carswell as Answerphone Euan Shedden as DarrienEp

Jesse Hawke as Voicemail Danny Scarre as Caterer Ellie Dickens as Lady Mowbray Yanick Ghanty as Luke Dyer Lara Sawalha as Drowning Victim

Vera Chok as Ink5oul Ki Griffin as Madam E

Sasha Sienna as Georgie Barker (@sashasienna)

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Dialogue Editor – Lowri Ann Davies Sound Designers – Tessa Vroom, Katharine Seaton, Meg McKellar, Mastering Editor - Catherine Rinella

Music by Sam Jones (orchestral mixes by Jake Jackson) Art by April Sumner    Fabulous work everyone! Can't wait for the next part!

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professionalranter31 · 6 months ago

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I have a special set of headcannons regarding some of the Overwatch heroes and how they do in bar fights, the last one is the one that is most dangerous

Cole is the only who tries to calm everyone down during the fight, until he gets hit by someone and then he loses all composure, then he just starts punching at everyone, he usually doesn’t end it but he doles out a lot of black eyes and bruises

Ashe won’t get involved unless one of her people is involved, she gets hit, or she started it and there is no in between. She will end it most of the time, so long as she is very very drunk, otherwise it’s a toss up if she wins or not because she’s trying to be strategic during the fight if she’s even somewhat sober and there is no strategy in a bar fight

If Mauga is in a bar and he’s not on business hours then he is the one who either causes the start of the fight or is the one who just starts it and he is terrifying to fight in a bar fight purely because with two hearts he has a way higher alcohol tolerance and that means he either has drunk way more alcohol than everyone who drunk way stronger stuff than everyone, usually both. If he’s on business hours then he ensures no fights start and he will immediately break them up if they start because he doesn’t like it when something gets in the way of his fun. If he’s working as a bartender for a mission then unless the bar fight would benefit his mission then he won’t let any start

Reinhardt in a bar fight is like trying to imitate David going against Goliath but without any weapon, a dumb way to die. Because when Reinhardt starts drinking he really starts drinking and then the next thing you know several tables are broken one of the windows is shattered and the door is hanging on by one hinge

Brigitte started drinking to imitate Rein but then it turned into her loving to drink people under the table and winning bets for it. If she starts fighting pray she doesn’t have any tools nearby because when Brig is drunk she starts making the weirdest things from scratch (that would fit right in among the junkers seriously why don’t Brig and Torb have Junker skins?) and not even she knows what they do and by the end of several people are in what they assume are supposed to be nets and other got a rope tied around one leg but it never pulled them down and one guy somehow got his prosthetic eye upgraded and it now shoots lasers

Mercy and Moira both have similar styles in a bar fight. While they do drink they rarely go to a bar as they don’t like being far from their work, but when they do and a fight breaks out they will use their expertise the anatomy to incapacitate everyone who comes at them, they will always be some of the last few standing, then they’ll start healing people up while giving them sass

Torbjorn will go for the shins and the drunks keep missing him because of his height until he hits them in the shin or the crotch, he will fight dirty and all will fear the drunk dwarf, I cannot explain this any better, the others have some sort of code when in a bar fight, Torbjorn doesn’t he will just fight like a possessed Chihuahua, in one bar fight he actually bit Rein’s crotch he has no limits when in one

But who among the roster is the most dangerous in a bar fight? Who causes the most damage and has absolutely no limits when fighting? It’s Tracer, no look Lena loves bar fights and she fights dirtier than anyone could possibly think and that’s before the Slipstream Incident. Before she went off to join Overwatch she was known as Earbiter because she was known to bite people’s ears, sometimes if she was drunk enough she’d almost rip them off. She won’t start one but she will be the only one left standing when it’s done. But what makes her so dangerous in a bar fight is the fact that unlike the others, she can escalate it to something bigger. If she gets into a bar fight then other bars start fighting and before anyone realizes the city is in one giant brawl. A good example of how much she can escalate is if Doomfist had been in London instead of Singapore when he was captured then Lena would’ve gotten thrown into a bar, taken someone’s shot while having lost her guns somewhere, and then things just go from there and suddenly there is fire everywhere and someone ripped the gauntlet off of Doomfist and someone else used it against him and he keeps getting attacked by everywhere and he can’t predict it and then people realize that Earbiter is back and suddenly even more people are joining the brawl and Doomfist is embedded in a wall somehow by a big guy with a scar on his ear and the Prime Minister just broke a chair on Doomfist trying to hit Lena cursing her out for a bar fight they had several years ago and suddenly all of London has gone brawl happy. By the end of it Lena is the only one left standing and she’s dragging Doomfist’s battered body over to the drop ship and no one knows if she was the one who knocked him out she was blinking everywhere. Essentially, the people of London don’t know Tracer as Lena Oxton the plucky pilot, they know her as Lena Oxton the Earbiter, alongside a few more colorful names

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch hcs #overwatch headcanons #cole cassidy #overwatch ashe #overwatch mauga #reinhardt #brigitte lindholm #torbjorn #mercy overwatch #angela ziegler #moira o'deorain #overwatch tracer #lena oxton

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writershapeholeonthedoor · 1 year ago

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My favorite ships ranked!

There's a huge chance this list will change once every two days at the very least, but let's do it!

1. SUPERCORP

Literally my favorite ship ever. They're just perfect for each other in every possible way. Their love languages complement each other perfectly, they can rely on each other, and they work together like the best team in the world. Lena needs love and Kara knows how to offer it without asking for anything in exchange. She will take whatever Lena is willing to give her and be happy about it. But Kara still needs someone that will look at her and see who she really is, no judgment, and someone who she will be comfortable being herself - Kara Zor El - with.

Speaking of fanfic, I think it’s safe to say these fandom has some very talented authors who gave us very well written works. They can also work in every possible scenario, so that's a huge bonus.

Favorite scene: "Supergirl might have saved the city, but, Kara Danvers, you're my hero."

2. SHOOT

Shoot is THAT couple that should have ended up together, but didn’t. I don't hold a grudge on it, though, because Root's death made sense to the show's ongoing plot. I can't say they would be perfect like Supercorp because Shaw has some emotional problems and Root is just also in love with a artificial intelligence or whatever, but they would work. Shaw would try - for Root - and Root would love every part that Shaw allows her to see.

Favorite scene: "You can't live with me and I can't live without you."

3. WAYHAUGHT

Do I even have to say anything? Our most perfect CANON couple. They were perfect from start to finish. The way Nicole absolutely adored Waverly, almost like a worship even, but wasn’t afraid to stand tall on her ideas and opinions. The way Waverly acted like Nicole hung the moon and stars in the sky just for her, and how we know she would be able to do anything to keep Nicole happy. They're that couple that make everyone's teeth rotten with how sweet they are.

Favorite scene: "You guys make The Notebook look bleak."

4. CABENSON

One of my favorite gay ships, so it has a special place in my heart. In the early seasons, it's pretty clear, at least for me, that Alex and Olivia could have something going on. I believe they were both shoving it away because none of them was ready to get seriously involved with anyone and they knew that whatever they decided to have would be too special to be treated lightly. Unfortunately, time was cut short for them when Alex got pulled away for WitSec.

I do think they will forever be each other's "almost", or "what if", but they're long past that now. They changed too much and they did it separately. If they were together, they would have changed around each other and, possibly, be able to work those differences to stay together. But now I don't think they would be able to keep a relationship. It's a bit sad, but it's also a very good portrait of reality.

Favorite scene: "You like being back on court, don't you?"

5. BISHOVA

I'm new to this ship, but I already love it. They remind me a lot of Shoot, actually. We just know that Yelena needs to find someone who would love her with no restrictions and that she deserves to find love. And Kate needs someone able to ground her, but also someone who allows her to be as silly as she wants, someone that will always have her back, doesn't matter how insane her plans might be. They have chemistry too. Also, I can see them getting together with no drama at all, or maybe something they can easily solve, and then being together for the rest of their lives to the point that they can't even remember a time they didn’t know each other. We didn’t get to see them that much, sadly, but I keep my hopes up for more scenes of them in the future.

Favorite scene: "You have one fork?"

6. FLEURMIONE

Okay, two intelligent and beautiful women together? Sign me in! I've been in Harry Potter's fandom for many, many, years now and, after giving it too much thought, I can safely say that Fleur would be the perfect match for Hermione. She would challenge Hermione, they would have endless discussions about any and every subject, they would have enough books together to fill up a library, and they would make each other want to be better every day. I also see Fleur being a bit sarcastic and Hermione keeps rolling her eyes at her at least fifteen times a day.

Fleur is constantly curious about the muggle world, always eager to learn anything Hermione is willing to show her. She would have a great relationship with Hermione's parents, mostly because she thinks they're one of the most genius people on the planet because they know how to fix people's teeth. Meanwhile, Gabrielle would loooove to talk with Hermione, especially when they get together to embarrass Fleur.

Favorite scene: You know, the totally canon one when Fleur asked Hermione to the Yule Ball.

7. LOU MILLER X DEBBIE OCEAN

Heist wives? Yes, please.

We don't even need to pretend. These two were totally banging throughout the whole movie. The headcanon is that they used to date, then Debbie made some stupid decisions, met the wrong people, they broke up for a while and then Debbie got locked up. I believe Lou was so angry with her for both being stupid and for ruining what they had because she wanted to get more money than they actually needed, that she didn’t even visit Debbie in prison.

While there, Debbie had enough time to realize how much of an idiot she had been, so it's up to her to win Lou back. Meanwhile, Lou knows that she's screwed the second she sees Debbies smile again. She just can't help but orbit around her.

Also, they're the Moms, no doubt about that.

Favorite scene: "Baby, I don’t have a diamond yet."

8. DANSEN

The only reason they’re all the way down here is because I hate CW, but I actually love them more than half of my family. They’re married, they’re moms, they’re in love, they’re perfect. Someone as caring as Kelly needed someone to make her go crazy like Alex, while Alex deserved someone that would understand her no matter what. Honestly, I just love them.

Favorite scene: THE PROPOSAL

9. CAROLNAT

Is there any chance this could happen? No.

Do I still dream about it? Constantly.

It's just one of those couples where things would just work. My biggest headcanon for them is that they would be constantly laughing and having fun. Always joking and playing around with each other. Natasha would crave physical touch and Carol would be happy just to be around her at all. Carol would finally find a reason to stay on Earth without feeling guilty about it and Natasha would one thousand percent make a retirement party for her.

Also, they would protect each other so fiercely that no one would even dare to warm any of them.

Favorite scene: The one where Natasha ends up on top of Carol in the training room. Totally canon, trust me.

10. GLORBIA

Might sounds crazy, but hear me out.

Barbie is literally Gloria's dream Barbie, and Gloria is the reason Barbie is alive. Once Barbie becomes human, I can totally see Gloria falling for her without even noticing it, while Barbie takes a while to realize what are those things she's feeling. I do believe Sasha would have a strong part in bringing them together. She would be the one to explain to Barbie what a crush is and what being in love should feel like, and then she would have to give her mom a gentle push to acknowledge her own feelings.

After that, fluff all the way. Gloria would be the most patient person in the world while she sees Barbie navigating human life, just happy to have whatever Barbie is comfortable giving her. Meanwhile, Barbie keeps getting surprised by how strong her feelings can be every time she even looks at Gloria.

Favorite scene: Not a scene per se. Instead, I'm bringing that Tumblr post that says "Ken only has a great day when Barbie looks at him. Gloria always has a great day when she looks at Barbie."

Bonus

11. GAY BELLA

Quite literally, any lesbian ship from Twilight. My favorite one is Rosella, but Bella x Tanya is a close second. Bellice is also a very strong candidate, not to mention Bella x Kate. And, oh, did I hear someone say Bella x Irina or was it Bella x Leah? Honestly, just give me lesbian Bella and I will be happy.

12. ROJARIAS

One of the hottest couples that exist.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

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shallow-seas-we-sail · 2 years ago

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

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

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

Gross.

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m happy you got laid.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ugh, ew. Shut up.”

continue on ao3 or

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lena closes her eyes and tries not to hope.

Obsidian North.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How do I look?”

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

“Lena?”

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

“Lena, oh my god. That is you!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And god, what a way to go.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Understatement of the year.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Whatever, all she needs to do is ask.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She was already working with the DEO an-”

“Mon-El.”

“Okay, he was an alien too an-”

“James.”

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

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

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

OH.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can do fast.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God, it’s intoxicating.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anything,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“When you are literally sleeping with the enemy.”

“Don’t do that,” Kara counters.

“She’s a Luthor.”

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

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

“You’re right. I’m not.”

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

“Because ķħặħp žhẫớ žħěđ , Alex!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God, what an embarrassment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then a few things begin to happen:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And that’s enough; just her.

#supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #these two are back at it ; flirting in front alex - sinning on any available surface - thwarting an evil lex luthor plan #agentreign lives!#my writing

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