#rojascorp rights

[kj-yikes]

Hi hello! I’m several days late but I wish you would write a rojascorp fic of some kind? If it sparks joy!

It does spark joy! (It just took me a second because I haven’t written anything in forever).

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It's certainly occurred to Lena that she might be gay, but that feeling has never made itself so apparent until now, as Andrea reaches for the hem of her sweatshirt and begins pulling it over her head.

Lena watches, mesmerized by the inches of honeyed skin revealed as the sweatshirt moves up, up, up Andrea's torso. Her eyes skim across the dip of Andrea's trim waist, down the curve of her hips where her jeans are slung low across the hint of jutting hipbone Lena can make out in the dark. Lena feels something in her lower belly clench, but not unpleasantly. Her heart hammers as she drinks in the sight of her friend undressing.

Lena hadn't been sure when she accepted Andrea's invitation to come with her to her family's beach house in Argentina over the school holiday. They've only been friends a few months, and two full weeks in another country is a lot on its own.

But Andrea fascinates her.

She moves through life with a natural grace and confidence that Lena has never possessed, and she makes it look so effortless. Andrea knows what she wants, and she's fierce and relentless in the pursuit of it.

That's not the most fascinating thing, though. The fascinating thing is that it makes Lena want to be better, but it also infuriates her. Scares her. Lena's not sure if she should stay in Andrea's orbit because how could she ever surpass her?

But Andrea's gravitational pull is so strong, Lena can't help but surrender to it.

Suddenly, she realizes she's staring, and her eyes widen. Privacy. That's what a normal, straight girl would do in this situation, right? Turn her back to undress? That's the polite thing to do.

Lena turns around and takes a deep breath. With trembling fingers, she unbuttons her shirt and shrugs it off. Her jeans go next, joining the pile of clothes on the beach in front of the Rojas' beachfront house. A cool evening breeze blows across the beach, blowing her long hair around her shoulders.

Lena shivers. She can feel her nipples against the fabric of her bra, and she hesitates.

Andrea must notice, because her voice boldly rings out from behind Lena. "Don't be a prude, Lena," Andrea chastises. "Skinny dipping is a rite of passage. My friends and I do this all the time."

Do their eyes wander like mine, though? Lena thinks as she shakily reaches behind her back to unclip her bra. The Rojas' house is on a sizable amount of property and the beach is deserted — it's not likely that anyone can see them.

But if Lena's being honest with herself, she's more nervous about seeing Andrea fully undressed than anyone accidentally seeing them.

And also Andrea seeing her naked. Lena's stomach twists nervously as she slides her underwear off and tosses them on top of the pile. Her arms raise to cross over her chest to cover herself as she turns, but at the last minute, she drops them.

Lena expects Andrea to make a comment — some snark about her too-flat ass or her too-small breasts or the way her stomach rounds out at the bottom of her torso.

But Andrea just smiles, a soft twinkle in her eye as they flick down momentarily to Lena's breasts and back up to her face.

"You did it," she says simply. Her gaze lingers around Lena's collarbone, as if forcing herself not to glance lower again, and it makes Lena feel a little brave.

"Not yet, actually," she smirks, raising an eyebrow, and then she takes off running towards the water's edge. She can hear Andrea laugh and scamper to catch up.

The water hits Lena's feet and lower shins and she shrieks. Even in December, the summer in the southern hemisphere, the water is crisp and icy. She charges forward though, until her entire body is submerged in the frigid water.

It feels like pins and needles, but Lena is high on the bravery coursing through her veins. It's like this with Andrea: somehow, the brunette manages to pull Lena from the safe cocoon of success and achievement into the unknown.

But it makes her feel alive, like there's more she could demand from her life than the shadows of her family's expectations. Like she's worth something, just as she is now.

Andrea comes splashing up behind her and Lena sends a wave of water towards her. It hits Andrea's smooth torso and she gasps.

"Lena! We're going to get hypothermia!" she says through chattering teeth.

Lena's brow furrows. "Don't you do this all the time?"

"Yeah, but we just run in and run back out. You're crazy!" Andrea laughs. Lena's face begins to slacken into a frown, but Andrea continues. "Maybe you will give me a run for my money."

Lena throws her head back and laughs, sending a last splash Andrea's way before they slosh their way back to the shore to where they've left the white fluffy towels Lena insisted they bring.

Later that night, warm in between the sheets of Andrea's bed, Lena's almost asleep when she hears Andrea's whisper.

"I do think we make quite the team."

She smiles, sinking deeper into the soft mattress. It smells like Andrea. It makes her heart ache. It's so comfortable.

"You jump, I jump," Lena whispers back.

[sssammich]

(upends all the -corps on your desk)

agent, guardian, reign, rojas, super, freespace for any i forgot?

god you're a bitch (affectionate)

im so sorry it's so long so please have a read more

also i give you 2 freespace -corps as a treat (to literally me and like 3 other people idk if anybody else cares about this)

agentcorp - NO

for all the potential they could have based on how i feel about their relationship to their respective siblings, i just don't care. im not vibing. just ready to nuke her? idk pass i guess. (did kara lie a gazillion times? yeah for sure. but also like she doesn't want lena dead dead so)

guardiancorp - (if you're referring to kelly, then YES; if james, then NO)

the potential for james guardiancorp could have been interesting but it's literally the same as agentcorp in that i end up not caring about it? no nuking tho and i think if it wasn't idk rammed into our eyeballs without friendship (that is the literal ticket to lena's heart, it's friendship so idk why they're not giving it to her), i might be more cool with it. but as it stands *shrugs* just not vibing lmao

the potential for kelly guardiancorp is that there is so much healing involved. not because she's idk a therapist or whatever and it's her job, i think kelly (for all the characterization she did get) i think it can pair as unlikely friends who click on well but turn into something more. it's slow but it doesn't burn, necessarily. i think their respective demons and skeletons in the closet are gonna come out and not necessarily war with one another, but come out at inopportune times. i think kelly might even last longer than jack, all things considered, because she knows about that pain or tension or darkness that lena needs. i think it could work. also i maintain that gun range headcanon

reigncorp - YES

sam is a also giver but i think because she's not silver spoon-grown the way the rest of lena's posse are, there's a grit to her that makes her different. at least to the likes of jack and andrea. there's history there, shared companionship, compatibility. literally a quality friends to lovers fic. the child complicates it, but lena is so starved for love just as she hungers for giving love. i think that sam (and ruby, as a result) are good people for that. i think of all the relationships to work out long term, this might be it, actually. especially if we're talking long term restorative healing journies. controversial take since i have never written anything to signify this, but *shrugs* they would be good for each other. i think this is like accidental eventual happy ending in the way that they've since stayed together through everything, it almost is a surprise when lena leans forward and sam closes the distance. but then when they kiss, it isn't. so, yeah.

rojascorp - YES

similar to how sam and lena have history, companionship, and compatibility, i'd like to think andrea was the blueprint for that. and then she betrayed lena and got into some bullshit and wrecked her life a bit before getting it slightly together. rojascorp is like redemption!arc endgame that i think would happen in light of a permanent supercorp rift. their dynamic would also serve to highlight just how vastly different their station in life is in comparison to the others. where the superfriends are decidedly middle class, lena and andrea literally are in the .05% of society. they live particular lives, have particular expectations thrust upon them, navigate the world so differently. lena is open to hang with the plebes people but staying around andrea keeps her up in the social circles of her family, despite their absence. aside from that, i think that andrea will fight for and with lena. i think she's the right type of pain and struggle that lena needs in her life. in some ways i also see this working out, but i can also see this couple getting as close to the Best and they get in each other's way by getting in the way of themselves. old wounds that have scabbed over might reopen at a moment of weakness, even with the progress they make, so that would be interesting on how can they survive again. if nothing else, that's how they define love with each other.

supercorp - YES

i mean (see my ao3 tag pls)

if you want a real answer, i think they have been set up so perfectly together that whatever it is that the show can't do, i know that i can do for myself (and the fandom as well). i'm also thinking about the emotional beats of their upbringing and complicated relationships they have with both male and female family members and what that entails, and also that they serve to complement and parallel each other in different ways. two women born out of circumstance and trauma, enduring of so many things, what's not to like. suffice it to say, other women on this list also share this with lena, so it's not like kara is unique, but i do think that the ways in which the two of them have stationed themselves where kara is the sun and lena orbits her (both canonically and fanonically, for literal better or worse) is fascinating in a way that i literally just can't get enough of. granted, that could be that kara is the titular character so we just see her more. but i've shipped pairs from nothing but the power of my imagination, so i don't think that's it, necessarily. i think that there is a bit of a serendipitous approach to their relationship's rise and fall. i think redemption!arc endgame, when done right between them, reassesses how they can be better than they were, this time with each other in mind. but it's a lot of work and i think they will have to really, really work at it - especially kara, to make it so that they never hurt each other in the way that they have in the past. kara has committed a thousand paper cuts on lena and i think she addresses that in her second chance with lena. and i think that's enough of that grounding pain that lena seeks, whether she realizes it or not. it's not all the way healthy, i'll admit, but they are also not all the way healthy, so.

freespace: rojaslettecorp (aka andrea, veronica, lena) - YES

it's a throuple of boarding school bitches with A Past, all rich and somewhat shady in various and compelling ways. what's not to love i guess. i headcanon that they are all soft (even veronica, but not all the way, just enough for the other two not to give up on her) and broken mostly through family trauma and expectations that they don't meet

but also think about the fact that they could very well come together as versions of their youthful selves, a little battered, a little broken, a little bit more criminal (they are rich, they literally already exist outside of the law for the most part) and there's a certain kind of recognition in that. the way it'll play though is that andrea and veronica will 100000% antagonize each other and lena will for sure play the straight man who just keeps the peace together long enough until it's time for her to pick a winning side, temporary that side may be.

freespace: imralucylena (what the fuck kind of corp are they?) - WHY NOT

a) i believe in myself so im vibing and can make this happen so jot that down

b) "in service of the greater good, even at the expense of one's personal good" is what i would sum this all up to be

[fyonahmacnally]

A Wicked Game

Here's a little RojasCorp drabble as part of the Mods' collection of example fics for the Supergirl May-hem Event. Read it HERE on AO3.

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There is something about their relationship that has always been a bit toxic. A small, tiny little fact that never seems to matter to either of them. It seems the two of them are drawn to each other like magnets. Regardless of how much betrayal is shared between them, no matter how many lies are told, they find their way into each other’s orbit. Every time, without fail. 

Lena is beginning to understand that it is inevitable. She’s tried to resist it for years, but it’s futile. It’s a cycle that has been repeating itself since she was a teenager. An exasperated sigh slips from her lips as she brings the crystal tumbler up, drinking the last of her Macallan Red. She briefly considers whether to pour another, but her hands are already tilting the bottle before she consciously decides. A quiet chuckle fills the air around her as she sits the bottle back down, eyeing the one sitting next to it on her liquor cabinet. Her taste in scotch has naturally shifted over the years, drifting closer to her Irish roots. Andrea was the one who introduced her to the whiskey back in their boarding school days. Van Horne. It’s the name on the bottle glaring back at her from the shelf in front of her. 

She throws her head back and blows out a huff of frustration. Her overactive mind always does this to her after an encounter with her childhood friend. Their lives have been intermingled in the most intricate ways for most of her life. By design or by fate, she’s never been sure. Either way, the woman infuriates her in ways no one else can. 

Fucking Andrea.

Making her way to her bedroom, she strips off the suit she’s been wearing for far longer than she wanted and changes into her softest leggings, warmest fuzzy socks, and her favorite sweater. When she agreed to the tech investment dinner, she knew there was a chance Andrea would be there. They work in the same industry and have always been part of the same social groups so running into the Latina is something she is accustomed to. What she didn’t expect was for Andrea to show up with her. The obnoxious little parasite that has been nipping at Andrea’s heels for years. She can’t even remember her name, but she’s made the rounds through all of the eligible, rich women in their circle. She and Andrea broke off their…arrangement (?) six months ago, but it was still a bit of a shock to see her ex-something with someone else. 

Their relationship was never exactly exclusive. Their lives and jobs have never allowed them to be in the same place at the same time for very long so they’ve always just agreed to being together when they can and taking other bed partners if and when they had an itch to scratch. For the most part, it’s always worked out. Andrea had moved to National City not too long after Lena’s arrival and they’d spent a lot more time together, definitely a lot more time in each other’s beds. Their most recent split was over a business disagreement that swiftly escalated into one of their nastiest fights since right after college. The Russell Incident, as Lena often refers to it in her head. That fight led to them not speaking for four years. Now she wonders if it will be the same this time. 

Lena doesn’t get a chance to explore that train of thought. Just as she leaves her bedroom padding towards her liquor cabinet and her Macallan Red, a harsh buzzing echoes through her penthouse. There’s only one person it can be and she’s not drunk enough to deal with what she knows is going to be a heated confrontation. She slams back what’s left of her third glass of scotch, debates on refilling it again, and stomps her way to the front door instead. 

Glancing at the video monitor beside the door, she rolls her eyes. Andrea is standing there with her typical feigned look of nonchalance. She knows the woman too well and can see the nervous vulnerability hiding beneath the facade. Tonight, she certainly doesn’t want to deal with it. She’s too pissed and hurt to want to subject herself to Andrea’s usual wicked little games, but it seems she is being forced to. So, she takes a deep breath, steels herself, and erects the Luthor armor before yanking the door open.

“What do you want, Drea?” Lena hisses, pure venom dripping from her words. She checks her watch. It’s just after midnight. “Hmmm, I figured you’d already be back at your apartment fucking what’s her name by now. Bored of her already? Such a shame.” She stands in her doorway, blocking entrance to the brunette with a hand on the doorframe and a raised brow. 

Andrea sighs, her hands twisting in front of her in a way Lena hasn’t seen since they were in their teens. “Come on, Querida (darling). Please let me in so we can talk.” She reaches up like she is going to put a hand on Lena’s, but pulls back at the last minute. “Lena, mi corazón (my heart), I’m begging you, let me explain. It’s not what you think. I promise.”

The CEO scoffs, her emerald eyes a fiery spear piercing the Latina’s soul. “Your promises are empty so save it. First of all, you have absolutely no right calling me any of your little pet names, Drea. Not anymore. You lost that privilege. Second of all, why in the hell should I let you into my home, my safe space after the shit you have put me through most of our lives?” Her voice drops low, pure anger radiates from her skin and body like electricity. “I’m done with your emotional games, Andrea. I’m not that scared little girl you toyed with when we were kids. Gods, I should have put an end to your wicked bullshit years ago.”

She groans and steps back, opening the door to let the seemingly forlorn woman into her home. Closing the door, she presses a hand to Andrea’s chest and steps in front of her, preventing her from moving further into the apartment. Once she has the woman trapped between herself and the door, she crosses her arms just below her breasts, narrows her eyes, and raises her signature brow again. She knows what it does to her ex. It’s always been something that sends shivers down Andrea’s spine and Lena plans to use it to her advantage.

“You have exactly five minutes to explain before I kick you out of here and out of my life, Drea.” She extends her arm to look at her watch for emphasis and resumes her crossed arm pose, extending to her full height with her shoulders back. “I suggest you use it wisely.”

“Right. Okay.” Andrea shifts from one foot to the other, feeling decidedly uncomfortable and unfortunately turned on. Lena has always had this effect on her when she gets mad. What? So sue her, Lena’s fucking hot when she’s mad. She does her best to shake that thought from her head and clears her throat. “Riley was there as a favor to her father. That’s all it was, I swear. Well, I mean, I also wanted to make you jealous.” Andrea grins, that little sparkle in her eyes that always appears when she’s trying to get what she wants. 

A molten hot wave of rage boils up from Lena’s gut, crawling up her chest, and sitting heavy on her tongue. She sees the moment Andrea realizes she fucked up and relishes watching those ocean blue eyes widen. “This. Is. Exactly. What. I. Mean.” Lena hisses each word, low and dangerous, she steps closer to the Latina as Andrea shuffles backward until her back lands harshly against the front door. The startling thud makes her swallow audibly. “I’m done with your fucking games, Drea. I’m too old for this shit. Go play your tricks on someone else.”

Lena takes a few more steps into Andrea’s personal space, their height difference barely noticeable. She leans forward, close enough that Andrea can feel her warm breath on her plump lips. “Mmm, it’s too bad, too. We both know there’s nobody else that fucks you like I do.” She smirks. Andrea’s chest heaves from their proximity and releases a quiet moan. She softly nuzzles her nose on the brunette's cheek before licking her lips close enough to graze the woman’s bottom lip.  “See, you have always assumed I will just be around whenever you want. Not anymore.”

She pushes herself back and away from her former lover, glancing over her shoulder once more before she walks away. “See yourself out, Drea. I’m done with you.”

The sun beams into the bedroom, stirring Lena from her slumber. Blinking away the grogginess of sleep, she feels soft lips and warm hands skimming across her bare skin. She sighs and rolls her eyes.

“Good morning, Querida.” Andrea says, a sleepy smile and adoring eyes trained on Lena. “I’ll make breakfast. Stay in bed.” She says, pressing a soft kiss to the porcelain skin of her forehead and bounces out of bed. She grabs Lena’s robe as she exits the room just like she’s done a thousand times before.

Lena groans. The cycle begins again.

Oh the wicked games they play. 

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

I ship rojascorp and I’ll always be disappointed there is practically no longer fic for them without Kara as a OT3 but I also love platonic rojascorp and I hated that canon didn’t bother to show them being friends again. It’s just so nice to imagine Lena having a close friend of her own and I also like the idea of Lena just doing some crazy fun super rich stuff sometimes with someone with the same background who wouldn’t even blink about it and not just doing the same things with the superfriends.

I've said this before and I'll say it again. Lena reconciling with Andrea would have been an excellent parallel for reconciling with Kara. They could have even made it a dry run for her. Because if she can forgive Andrea, she can forgive anything, right? To tackle a betrayal of years, as deep as the fractured friendship was... it would have shown considerable growth in Lena's character, and would have demonstrated how *hard* it would be to work through it all.

It would have also been need to contrast the two healing journeys. Andrea's is hard, Kara's looks easy. Idk. It's a half baked idea, but yes. 100% agree.

[yourlocalegotisticalqueerishere]

9 19 29? :D

Hiii! Thanks for the ask!!

This is the ao3 ask game, feel free to send one in!!

9. Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

Idk, either Jemily or Rojascorp. Rojascorp has been really interesting to explore, but it was nice to sink my teeth into Jemily

19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

Oh I'm not sure. I sometimes look at my old Proposition spin off that stars Zarlie, and I think really hard about Agathario, and I have that Zari/Lena fic sitting in my drafts because of you

Maybe I'll be annoying and say Rojascorp or Jemily though, because those two pairings really make me think

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

I'm sticking with uploaded fic, because my laptops turned off right now lmao

"JJ’s shirt is riding up, and Emily Prentiss has short sleeves, so as JJ shifts, their bare skin brushes, and it feels like that moment before a storm, when there’s static in the air." - from 'You Made a Choice'

And because I only uploaded two fics this year, here's my favourite passage from 'One Breath In, One Breath Out':

"“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Lena’s voice is shaking, but her arms are firm around Andrea, her hand rubbing up and down her back, and her voice in her ear. Andrea can’t remember the last time she felt this safe, even with the threat of Leviathan still looming, here, in Lena’s arms, she feels like nothing can go wrong."

[mergmitch22]

A short RojasCorp prompt.

『𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 p̷a̷i̷n̷ 』

‘𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒎𝒑 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒎𝒑, 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕?’

Those words always held entirely too much meaning for the Luthor to ever mutter since— her (𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫) best friends betrayal. It’s been years and yet, it bleeds like a fresh wound. No matter how much whisky she drinks. No matter the times she drowns herself endlessly in her endeavor to clear her family name. To make the Luthor legacy something more than the torrential downpour of hate it’s become.

Those words haunt her each and every day. Awake and asleep. The women’s face painted so freshly in the forefront of the raven haired CEO’s mind.

‘𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒎𝒑 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒎𝒑, 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕?’

That’s when the women’s face appeared clear as day on her screen. Her heart instantly raced and dropped simultaneously at the same time. How was she able to still do this even after all of these years. There was a gentle shake of her head. Digits lazily grasping her glass of scotch. Van Horne, just like those many years ago.

Lena wasn’t one to really move on to forgive. To let the one women she 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 more than anything—anyone on the face of this earth go. Years, and she still hadn’t found a cure for the disease that was Andrea Rojas.

Bringing the glass up to her lips, taking a long subtle sip. Her features seemingly un phased by her former lovers face. Digits gently slipping upon her intercom system to communicate to her assistant.

“Jess, set up a meeting with the CEO of Obsedian North at her earliest convenience please.”

“Of course Miss Luthor right away.”

There’s a gentle click of her tongue. Ankles gently crossing. As she places the glass upon her desk. Betrayal was something the youngest Luthor knew too much of. Forgiveness though? That was foreign territory, though there was a pain deep within her heart that ached to forgive her. To let her in once again.

‘𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒎𝒑 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒎𝒑, 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕?’

Again those words played in her mind. For days and weeks as the women seemed to be on board for their new business partnership. What seemed to be a smart move, financially for the Luthor was quickly becoming more and more complicated. Each and every meeting with her seemed to resurface old feelings.

‘𝗕𝗼𝘅𝗲𝘀, 𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆, 𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝘅𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻. 𝗡𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗼𝘂𝘁.’

She had to remind herself each and everyday. Every time Andrea showed up uninvited to mend there very 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 r̷e̷l̷a̷t̷i̷o̷n̷s̷h̷i̷p̷—friendship. Though the Luthor was the one whom held all the power. When would she accept the olive branch? When would she truly forgive the women who had utterly 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 her so long ago.

[lena-luthor]

you jump, i jump

[edge-of-the-end]

Lena Luthor with every woman she has interacted with.

[dirextorsharpe]

you jump, i jump, right?

[from-a-reckless-writer]

1 + 20 + 33 for Rojascorp?

The darkness spits her out in the middle of Lena's office. The lights are off, just like they've talked about. Andrea makes her way to the desk, there's a post-it stuck on the black screen of Lena's open laptop.

Rooftop xoxo.

There's a gasp of black smoke, and then she's standing in Lena's shadows. An elegant shape of a shadow against the setting sun. The only darkness on the open rooftop. The gravel crunches under her sudden weight. Lena doesn't even flinch at her arrival. She just leans back into Andrea's arms.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Lena murmurs. The city is bathed in gold, laid out all for them.

"It is," Andrea hums, grazing the shell of Lena's ear. Lena tilts her head, bares her neck. Andrea takes her up on the open invitation, tightening her hold, full lips tracing pale skin.

Together they watch the gold turn hues, the buildings all around them lighting up, lines of cars blinking below.

Lena turns then, shifting in her arms. She raises a hand to Andrea's face, thumb dabbing at her right cheek. It comes away tinted with red. Oops. Guess she missed a spot.

"And with Supergirl out of the way," Lena breathes, placing her palm against her cheek again. Andrea brings up her hand, pressing Lena's in place, tilting her head to kiss her open palm.

"National City is all ours," she finishes for her.

Lena smiles, eyes flashing dangerously.

Over her shoulder, Andrea watches the sun disappear. Darkness finally descends, wrapping National City in black. Lena places a hand on the medallion at the hollow of Andrea's throat. Entwined, they disappear and melt into the night.

[clarketomylexa]

the four (4) things i took away from this episode are: give kara a god damn hug for Christ’s sake; my rojascorp rights; lena + dark eyeliner makes brain go brrrrr; and finally the writers don’t give a fuck about anything anymore and are actively being petty and mean

[sssammich]

hello quizno’s! :D

👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

😈 Is there anything you enjoy doing that you think your readers hate?

👩‍🏭 If one of your fics was going to get you arrested, which one and why?

💋 so about this rojascorp you mentioned…….

:D

lmao thank you sidetwang

thanks for copying and pasting for my benefit

👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?

hmm idk actually; they're mostly probably wips from fandoms that i have since left or just never knew what to do with. that's kinda boring, but there really aren't, like, secret wips. i try to finish my wips even if it takes weeks/months/years. for example, there's a grief fic i wanna write about for revue starlight that's been sitting in the lazy susan since 2022 and i think i'm only now ready to write it.

but there are also some wips that i think have just passed its time and that i probably won't touch again (but never say never!)

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

oh very well this is actually for my rosebird (summer rose/raven branwen from rwby) divorce AU that i was thinking about; was able to write out like 2k of it this past weekend. i'll post the snippets after the cut because i am sometimes considerate. and also i just decided to make it a little baby love triangle with vernal because i am so nice

and also because you probably do not give a shit about that, i added a snippet for a supercorp romcom i am thinking about!

😈 Is there anything you enjoy doing that you think your readers hate?

god uh idk what do my readers hate? please tell me anonymous is turned on

thinking about this though i guess maybe i enjoy using 'says' or 'said' 98% of the time and maybe my readers hate that honestly im not sure just tell me it's fine yall can be honest

👩‍🏭 If one of your fics was going to get you arrested, which one and why?

lol what does this even mean!!

uh i mean i would say dickfic has some potentially incriminating mail tampering crimes and maybe dolores is not so wholly innocent so who knows

(am i an idiot? please tell me if i did this bit wrong)

💋 so about this rojascorp you mentioned…….

which one? the sad one or the happy one?

sad one: it's based off of a sad song and i am very excited about that. it's a breakup fic, im just gonna be upfront about that

happy one: it's a reunion and a coming back together.

they're modern AUs i think because im incapable of writing any real AUs

oh maybe that's something my readers hate, that i can't write AUs lol but i enjoy them

ANYWAY thanks for sendimg me these questions

fanfic ask game

fic snippets below the cut

rosebird snippet:

She's not immune to cabin fever, so she leaves the wreckage of her house and drives her truck downtown, parking it right in front of one of the three competing bars they have on Main Street.

When she pushes the glass door forward, the bell above it rings. She glances up, looks at the patina of the metal before meeting the bartender's eye.

Without a single word, Raven walks up to the corner of the bar just as the bartender approaches with a rag thrown over her shoulder.

"What're you having?"

"Just a beer for now."

"What kind?"

"Whatever's available."

The bartender studies her, but Raven just scans the room before taking a seat on the empty stool. She watches as the bartender takes a glass and flips it right side up before placing it under the draft spigot, tilted to the side until only a sliver of foam sits at the very top.

"Tab?" the bartender asks just as she places the glass in front of Raven.

Raven nods just before taking a sip of her beer.

The bartender leaves her alone, especially when a gaggle of girls walk in for some type of girls' night out. Her red eyes trail after the giggling movements of the six women sitting around one of the big tables towards the center of the open room. The regulars pay them no mind, even as their volume increases.

She scowls when a group of young guys filter through the bar and multiply the volume when they meet with the young women already there. So much so that she downs her scotch and orders for another.

The bartender quietly places another glass in front of hers, smirking at her, like they're sharing a secret. She just nods, pushes the empty glass from her hands in exchange.

"You new around here?" the bartender asks, leaning forward on her left side, her sleeve tattoo in full display. She's a bit on the younger side for Raven's tastes, but her short pixie cut and pale blue eyes have caught her attention.

"Depends."

"Haven't seen you around here before. I'd notice."

She lets out a small amused chuckle, wonders how much this woman believes this line she's giving Raven. "New enough."

"Where do you live?"

"That's at least a four drink question, and we're only on two."

The bartender plucks two shot glasses from underneath the counter and pours rum into both of them. She then slides one by Raven's hand, nodding towards it when she grabs hold of the one in front of her.

She plays along and grabs the shot glass, holds it up where the bartender clinks it and keeps her eyes steady when they both shoot, their hands dropping at the same time onto the counter.

"Now that's four," the bartender states.

Raven shakes her head at this woman's audacity all while the heat of the rum courses down her stomach. "You don't need to worry about where I live."

The bartender laughs at having been bested. She's just about to say something to Raven when someone calls for her, the name Vernal coming out from one of the regulars at the opposite end of the bar.

"Duty calls," Vernal says before retrieving the shot glasses and placing them in some bin under the counter. Raven doesn't say anything, just watches the woman leave to take care of the other patrons.

For the next ten minutes, she watches Vernal walk the length of the bar to create and serve so many drinks at once. It's impressive, all told. Every now and again, she catches Vernal turning towards her, like making sure she hasn't left yet. She doesn't, not right away, happy to nurse her beer. At one point, Vernal throws her a wink when she sees Raven's eyes dip down to her ass only to come back when their eyes meet. She's only a little bit ashamed, but she doesn't react, just takes a sip of the last dregs of her drink.

When the last drop of her beer passes through her lips, she quietly places her glass on the counter. Slowly, she slips her hand to the pocket of her jeans and pulls out a few folded bills. It's not until she sees Vernal preoccupied with some new customers that she decides to slink away from the bar, tucking her payment and generous tip under her empty glass.

She slips out right behind a couple definitely on a date walks in.

supercorp romcom snippet:

When Lena finds a stack of mail on her desk first thing Monday morning, she doesn’t expect a wedding invitation. Glancing at the K. Danvers at the top corner of the envelope, she frowns when nothing comes to mind with that name. She thinks perhaps it’s one of her employees that she’s just not familiar with. With a smooth swipe of her gold albatross-designed letter opener, she opens the envelope and tugs at the card inside.

She’s surprised to find the invitation reaching her desk, since Jess normally screens these letters for her

Her eyes furrow in confusion when she reads the card.

You are cordially invited to the wedding between Kara Zor-El Danvers and Future Spouse

That gives Lena pause. Future spouse?

She skims through the rest of the wedding details. She then presses the intercom button for her secretary.

“Jess?”

“Yes, Miss Luthor?”

She rolls her eyes at her secretary’s adamant insistence of referring to her by her last name despite her efforts to have Jess call her Lena.

“Can you run the name Kara Danvers through our employee roster?”

“Yes, Miss Luthor. I’ll send it right away.”

When she hangs up, she turns to the smaller card insert with the RSVP request. Her first inclination is to decline, if not altogether just hand the entire thing to Jess to take care of. Yet it’s the term Future Spouse that has her pausing, her curiosity quite piqued at the thought of a mystery spouse. Does this Kara Danvers not really know?

With a thoughtful tap of the card against her chin, she decides there’s no reason to expend energy thinking about it now. She’ll find out soon enough when Jess gets back to her.

[handlewithkara]

Just saying, from a Rojascorp pov the second call is clearly the superior one. Yeah, Lena smiles in the first one and we learn Andrea loaned her a jet, but the second one demonstrates on an interpersonal level:

- Andrea got working on Lena's request right away and it almost looks like she did it personally

- Demonstrates that she knows and understands Lena's psyche ("This has been a gap in your life for so long, and this is your chance to fill in the blanks.")

- She encourages Lena when Lena wants to give up, Lena actually goes along with the advice and Andrea is correct, continuing with the quest is the right thing to do

- She drops some blabla on truth and secrets that sounds like it could be right up Lena's alley

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Any chance of a continuation for the Rojascorp snippet? Super curious to see what Kara’s reaction would be!

Not right now. Still got one or two other prompts I need to get through, and then gotta focus on some original stuff before I open back up for more prompts.

[yourlocalegotisticalqueerishere]

rojascorp 1/9/20? :D

Hiiiiiii!!! Thanks for the ask!!!! (Questions for this ask game are here, feel free to send one in)

Send me a ship and I will tell you...

1. About my absolute favourite of their scenes and why I love it so much

So my favourite scene of theirs is when Andrea goes to kill Kara but Lena stands in between them and is like "don't do this" because it shows the level of trust she has that Andrea won't do it. She says, in that moment, "I know who you are and I know you won't do this" and she's right (also yes I wrote a fic about the aftermath of this, and I will shamelessly plug it here)

9. What my ideal endgame for them is

Honestly, the two of them figuring their shit out in any form. But to answer the question, both of them throwing out what's expected of them and following their passions together, wherever it may lead

20. How and when they should get/should have gotten together

End of season 5 confession, slow burn through season 6

[wildestschemmentis]

some people were no joking when they said the cw would rather destroy supergirl as the show it once was than give us supercorp. last night's episode is the epitome of what the show is without supercorp scenes. its a big, giant mess where the protagonist (kara) doesnt have a plot anymore and her counterpart (lena) does have a storyline, but some elements in said storyline are forced on whorever is watching (yes, im talking about andrea, no matter how much yall like her, rojascorp is forced on the viewers as much as william/kara were forced on the viewers) and then you have 45 minutes of the most inorganic tvshow on television rn. no one has a good plot besides kelly (who doesnt appear in all the episodes, god knows why) and now lena (who had to vanish from the superfriends side of the show for 2 episode for this to happen) because the ppl in charge are a bunch of homophobic weirdos who dont want to allow 2 best friends to simply talk cuz they know its hard to beat the gay allegations when they have scenes (the kara leaned in gate proved it)

andrea brooks said it once: supergirl as a show is only at its best when kara and lena are treated like the main characters and nothing between them (manhell, james, willy, sam, andrea, bad storylines are all no homos) and she was right.

its sad to see that this is gonna be supergirl's legacy. what those cowards are doing to kara's history is absurd. but i do sleep in peace knowing that supercorp is such a beautiful thing, such a beautiful story and their love for each other is so beautiful to watch that they will always be bigger than the boycott upon them.