#she’s been in severe pain for hrs & my d*d has refused to take her & said she is making it up & a bunch of other bs he makes up in his head

[lesbianlenas]

everyone who says i complain abt my d*d too much look away rn 🤪

[queercapwriting]

Supercorp First Kiss (ft. coming out, apologizing, & gossipy CatCo)

“That ending scene of Kara and Lena but instead of a hug they kiss” prompt from a wonderful anon and “can you do a Supercorp one where kara actually fcking tells lena the truth and why she left bc she's supergirl. because I thought that was going to happen when kara came to apologize” from @cicinicole-14 and “also can we have a supergirl coming out to lena scene like its about time” from @thebiwisebrownkid and “A scene where Kara and Lena don't center around animosity and/or M*n-El? Thank you if you get around to it!” from @mara-miles

“You don’t have to hide from me, Kara,” Lena tells her, and all Kara wants to do is run.

More specifically, fly.

Because she has been lying to her.

And it’s like Lena said -- she grew up in a house with the most deceptive people in the world -- and her heart is so big and her spirit is so kind -- somehow, somehow -- and it’s because of that that Kara refuses to break her.

Refuses to tell her that her best friend -- her only friend -- has built their entire relationship, fundamentally, on a lie.

And she’s been pushing Lena away -- she’s been pushing everyone away -- but Lena still says she misses her. Over and over. Lena still... wants her.

No, not like... not like that.

That would be too much to hope for.

But Lena still seems to care about her, and if she doesn’t keep... hiding from her... she’ll tear all that away from Lena. From them both. 

And if she seems broken now... losing Lena will just...

She can’t imagine it.

She refuses to.

So Lena tells her she doesn’t have to hide from her, but Rao, yes she does.

So she snaps. She tosses her pen down and she stands and she snaps, because snapping once is better than breaking Lena -- breaking them -- entirely.

And she hates herself for it.

For the way Lena’s eyes shutter closed. For the way her throat constricts and her voice hardens. 

The way she stops leaning on her desk and the oh-so-composed way she holds herself, given away only by the tears in her eyes, her arms crossed across her chest.

With her mask firmly in place.

And it’s only fair, Kara supposes; her mask may be glasses-thin, but it’s light-years deep. It’s only fair, isn’t it, that Lena gets to put her guard up, her CEO, friendless, spectacular mode firmly in place.

Kara deserves it, and Lena deserves to be protected.

From her.

She still hates herself for it, for every curt word that comes out of Lena’s mouth, for every soft but efficient syllable and every breath she takes that her lips aren’t...

Kara forces herself to stop thinking about it. About Lena.

To stop thinking, period.

She doesn’t realize she’s wrong -- to push Lena away, to think she’s better off without Kara, to think she herself is better off without the people she cares about, the people she... -- until Alex.

Until she lets Alex hold her and soothe her and remind her that maybe, just maybe, she’s worthy of being loved.

So she lets her heart race wildly, and she fidgets. She fidgets because this is a conversation about Lena’s source at the bank, but it’s also a conversation about so much more.

So she fidgets, but not with her glasses -- because her glasses, right now, might just give her another panic attack -- and she stumbles over her words, and she looks away, because she can’t bear to see any pain in Lena’s eyes for one more moment.

She has to tell her. To explain. 

Because Lena deserves her truth. Lena deserves her trust. 

She doesn’t deserve to continue to be surrounded by people who claim to care for her, claim to... to love her... but who, really, are the most deceptive people on the planet.

Kara won’t deceive her anymore.

Lena doesn’t deserve it.

So she fidgets and she tries to breathe and she reminds herself that Lena, like Alex, has called her -- Kara, not Supergirl -- her favorite.

She lets the thought buoy her, and she tries to speak.

“Um... I need to apologize about my behavior... earlier. You’re right.” Her voice cracks and Lena’s arms are still folded across her chest and every moment Kara isn’t holding her is killing her, but she doesn’t deserve to hold her.

Not yet, not yet.

Possibly not ever.

“I... have a lot more baggage with... everything that’s been going on... than I previously... thought.”

She hears Lena’s heart racing and she wishes she couldn’t.

But her own heart races when Lena starts to smile, when she tells her that she was a good friend and a great boss. 

“But Lena, the reason... the reason all this baggage has been weighing on me so heavily... you don’t deserve to be deceived, not anymore. And I’m sorry I haven’t told you for this long, but I... Lena, I...”

She looks up at her, finally, and she hears Lena’s heart skip a beat. Several beats. She gulps.

She looks around at the mostly empty office and she holds her breath and she takes off her glasses.

“Being a reporter... isn’t my only job,” she says so softly she’s worried Lena won’t hear it, that she’ll have to say it again.

But Lena hears every word.

And to Kara’s surprise, she laughs.

“Oh, Kara, you... you think I didn’t know? How could I not? I’m on the phone with you, and suddenly I’m falling off my balcony, and suddenly you’re there to catch me? Darling, as fast as you can fly, a phone call from Kara Danvers to a completely different person couldn’t possibly have gone through that quickly.”

Kara stammers and she stumbles and she can’t think of any words, in either English or Kryptonian. 

Except one.

“D...darling?” she asks, and she hopes Lena doesn’t hear how her voice squeaks.

But the way she bites her lip and steps slightly closer tells her that she did hear it. And that she liked it.

Her eyes are shining with tears again, but they’re hopeful, not hurt, this time.

“Honestly I’d like to kiss you right now, but I’m afraid it would show... favoritism,” she tells her conspiratorially, nervously. Adorably.

Kara gulps and still can’t remember how to speak.

So she lets her body do the talking for her.

She takes Lena’s face between her hands, and gently, gently, gently, she brings their lips together.

They inhale each other’s breath and Lena’s body swoons into Kara’s.

Lena parts her lips and Kara brushes her tongue against Lena’s bottom lip.

“Ms. Luthor?” 

“Ms. Teschmacher!” Lena startles away from kissing Kara, but stays in her arms.

“I’m... I’m sorry to... interrupt,” Eve stammers, eyes wide like she just won the latest office pool.

Because she did.

“It’s just... Samantha Arias is here for you.”

“Of course,” Lena pulls away from Kara reluctantly, pushing Kara’s glasses tenderly back onto her face before she turns around, regarding her with raw adoration in her eyes. “Sam, I’m so glad you made it. Kara, I’ve wanted to introduce you two.”

Sam grins somewhat dazedly at the bright red tinge of Kara’s face, at the irrepressible smile on Lena’s face.

“Oh, and Ms. Teschmacher, Ms. Danvers and I will be needing an appointment with Jim in HR in the morning,” Lena calls before Eve even finishes her text to the entire office that it’s finally happened, and she saw it with her own eyes.

They don’t speak on their way out of the building, because their hands do the talking for them, their fingers interlaced as Kara starts to float.