#supergirl drabbles

[olailamajnoon]

Kara Zor-El was sneezing out into a clump of tissues what sounded like heavy glutinous nasal discharge.

Clark was looking at her without much sympathy. The rest of the Justice League were looking at Kara with fascinated revulsion.

"You have a cold," Bruce observed.

"You are the world's greatest detective!" Kara replied, awed.

"How," said Bruce. "How did this happen."

"She was exposing herself to Kryptonite," said Clark, turning to Kara with a look that said she deserved every bit of what she was going through.

"To build my resistance!" said Kara." I'm not going to be vulnerable to and at the mercy of a puny green element!" She sneezed again for a long time into the napkin, and by the time she was done the entire Justice League looked faintly like they were about to throw up their breakfasts.

"So your compromised immune system got infected by an Earth virus," said Bruce calmly.

"He's a brilliant man," said Kara, turning to Clark. "I can see why you keep him around."

"If you die," said Clark, "don't you dare come haunt me. Let the record show that I tried to dissuade you from hurting yourself."

"Ghosts don't do rules. I will come haunt both of you," said Kara, pointing at Bruce and Clark. "Just for shits and giggles, and because I can."

Bruce was giving her a Look.

"Hey, don't you dare look at me like that!" said Kara. "It's not my fault I don't feel safe around you, Mr. Contingency Plans Consisting Mostly of Kryptonite."

Bruce was still staring at her, saying nothing.

"He's still giving me the Look," Kara said, pointing and turning to Clark. Clark opened his mouth and closed it.

Kara sneezed again, noisily and moistly.

"Take your disgusting mucus-filled sinuses elsewhere," Bruce snapped.

"Don't tell me you're a germaphobe." Kara smiled serenely.

"I'm an idiot-phobe," said Bruce.

Kara sighed. "I just want to be a better fighter. A better...whatever it is I do. If I get taken down everytime by a green glowy rock, it just...sucks."

Bruce steepled his fingers and leaned forward, and began talking earnestly. "When you joined the League, you signed a few papers, making your health and well-being a League monopoly. You do not own your person anymore. Your body is a Justice League asset, and what that means is, you cannot hurt yourself—for any reason—without permission from the team. You do not so much as stub your toe without our say-so."

"That sounds deeply disturbing," said Kara.

"If you find it deeply disturbing, you are free to leave." Bruce's mouth was firm. Kara turned to look at Clark. Clark was looking at the table.

"Clark?"

"It's one of the by-laws," Clark said finally. "Technically the Justice League can hold you responsible for any self-harm. That's why I told you to read the papers before you signed them."

"What?!"

"Now the JLA can sue you for damages to League property."

"I don't—I don't even have a legal presence, oh my god!"

"So, Kara," said Bruce, frowning. "What's it going to be? The door or the rules?"

"I wanna punch you both so bad right now!"

"Understandable," Bruce said. "But ultimately your health is a priority. You're not to do this again."

"I have to second that, Kara," said Diana softly. "If you had mental health issues that would be one thing. But you did this not to escape from any pain, but simply to...I don't know, prove yourself?"

Kara's face was white. "You people," she said finally, "are the world's biggest arseholes."

Hal Jordan huffed a laugh. "We can sue you though. So knock it off."

"I guess I have no choice?" Kara said hesitantly.

"None whatsoever," said Bruce. "The next incident of you injecting Kryptonite into your body, you will be suspended."

"Indefinitely," said Diana. "We are not a group of friends who hang out in silly costumes. We are a team, with definite goals and objectives. The fate of humanity very often lies in our hands. Being vulnerable isn’t a weakness, not trusting your team is."

Kara felt guilty and relieved at the same time. The Kryptonite was humming in her blood. Weakness. "Fine," she said, sulkily. It wasn't worth it, getting kicked from the League just to be a cold-ridden Kryptonite-laden corpse.

"You'll have to do better than fine," said Hal gently. "Give us your word. No more idiotic experiments."

"I give you my word, dipshits," said Kara bitterly, and looked at Clark.

Clark looked relieved. "You'll be fine, Kara. It's okay to feel...like you've got to carry the whole world's weight on your shoulders. But sometimes you gotta let go, kid."

"Letting go is the story of my fucking life!" Kara snarled. She got up and tottered out of the room, slamming the door in her wake. The sound echoed silently for a while.

"So," said Hal once she was gone. "Whose brilliant idea was it to come up with that bullshit? About that clause in those documents?"

"She was hurting herself," Clark said dimly.

"And I knew," says Bruce, "that she wouldn't listen to reason. She needed a compelling...threat."

"You fucking a-hole control freak," Hal muttered.

"But Bruce, what if she goes searching the contracts for those by-laws?" asked Barry timidly.

"It's a long afternoon for me," said Bruce, holding up a sheaf of papers, "of retroactively editing signed documents."

"You mean forgery," said Diana.

Bruce smiled grimly. "Potato po-tah-to."

"So, I'm guessing," said Hal, "that I can sue you for that time you forced me to take my League salary on pain of expulsion."

"You’d lose," said Bruce casually, getting up. "I have better lawyers."

[grtmnick]

Lena Luthor had never taken a snapshot so quickly or candidly as she'd just done while hustling off the stage after announcing her spontaneous decision to move the newly rebranded L-Corp's headquarters to National City.

Her fingers sped through her phone's menus and in an instant she found herself adding the picture to a newly created contact. Without even intending to, she entered the name, "boyfriend material," and within the phone number field she'd input the word, "imminent."

With the draft contact card saved, she cursed herself under her breath for a relapse of chronic useless bisexuality.

[harleychick91]

Merry Christmas to all the SuperCorp fans who celebrate! Finish reading these cute ficlets on AO3

[stayevildarling]

halloween/autumn with lena luthor ❤️🍁

lena is too busy really to care about the commercial aspect of halloween. when she finds out that you adore it however, she makes sure to spoil you in her way. will buy you roses regardless of that not being very autumny and more suitable for valentines day. will take you to the movies and hold your hand for the scary parts. will buy you a lot of candy and try her best to recreate some halloween recipes to spoil you. makes sure your place together is decorated and smells like apples and cinnamon. lena does everything for her little pumpkin, yet still in her own style

[fazedlight]

Mercy (character study)

Kal said he knew what it was like.

He didn’t. How could he?

Kara had choked down her anguish, hearing him describe his skirmish with a black mercy, as he tried to commiserate with her encounter. He had dreamt up this entire incredible world - just from his own mind, from fragments of knowledge learned in the Fortress, from the plant embedded in his chest - fantastical and new. On Krypton, he had a robo-dog named Brainiac, a beautiful wife, a son who loved pancakes.

Krypton never had pancakes.

Kara gave a sympathetic smile, pushing away the words she wished she could say. About how the black mercy had let her listen to her father’s voice say inah for the first time in decades. About how the black mercy had shown her the mother who had taught her how to pray to Rao. About how the black mercy had offered her the beautiful lands out her childhood window - all burnt to ash, long before Kal had ever formed his first memory. 

She didn’t lose a fantasy. She had lost her whole world.

And she hoped Kal would never understand that.

[mae-kent]

thinking a little about mae and her relationship to earth. so i made a little drabble. it’s not long enough to justify posting on ao3 and i’m not very good at lengthening stuff.

Smallville is.. almost similar to home. Everything else got destroyed before the end. There’s no protective dome or lab under the house, but the town itself is close.

She’s sitting on Ma and Pa’s roof, her spot already worn from repeated use by the other flight-capable past residents. She’d never done anything like this, before Superman took her here. Superboy and his parents were long dead by the time she was created, and there were no heroes to save her, not until Superman.

Sometimes she wonders if Clark keeps an ear out for her, if he’s monitoring her like Lex was. At least Clark has a reason. She’s proven herself to be dangerous to him. She never did anything to Lex.

There she goes about Lex again. The roof feels rough under her as she shifts sitting positions. She could make it smooth, probably. She tries not to think too much about how her powers work.

[dudewotheck]

writing prompt - kara and lenas first date goes wrong on so many levels.

@catwoman33100 thank u for this prompt, this was hilarious to visualize, hope u like

After finally, finally mustering up the courage to ask Lena out, and receiving a shy but vehement yes in return, Kara had settled on what she feels is a good and balanced plan for their first date - after she insisted that she’d take care of setting it up.

A picnic. Simple and intimate. Not at the local park downtown, no, at the regional one with a lot less foot traffic a little outside of the city. It’s scenic, with creeks and trees scattered all over - she’s actually been meaning to go check it out again after she chased down a bad guy through its landscape a couple months back. Not to mention, Kara sees the opportunity to finally showcase her food-making abilities (which are way better than her baking ones) remembering Lena saying something about how much she loves a good pasta salad. She just so happens to have a go-to recipe for that, amongst other things.

Kara gives her a time to be a ready, and a dress code (comfy-outsidey, in verbatim) revealing nothing else for the sake of a lovely, heartfelt surprise. She throws on her nicest pair of khaki shorts and a tank top/button up combo, gently arranges all the food stuffs into a cooler, checks the time and flies off to Lena’s balcony, goods in hand.

She’s already standing outside waiting for her when she lands, smiling so blindingly bright at her as she touches down. Lena’s got on similar shorts to hers, but her top is a light colored blouse that perfectly contrasts her own dark button up. The only thought that goes through her head is that Lena looks so pretty. That being said-

“You look so pretty.” Kara states wistfully, completely bypassing a proper greeting.

Lena chuckles, graciously taking the flowers. “Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself, handsome.” She says quietly. They stand there blushing and bashful for a few moments before Lena decides to do some questioning, eyes falling on the cooler. “So, what do you have in store for me, miss Zor-el?”

Kara fawns at the use of her Kryptonian name, opening her arm that’s not carrying the cooler. “Grab on and you’ll find out.” With a raised eyebrow, Lena walks forward and wraps her arms around broad shoulders, Kara’s arm closing in around her. They’ve flown together like this a few times already to get to whatever destinations, and despite Lena’s distaste for heights, it’s a lot different for her when she’s flush against a warm, toned body. Kara takes off grinning to herself. Hopefully Lena’s impressed with this.

The first blunder happens 2 1/2 minutes into their 3 minute long flight, when they hit a patch of icy air that causes Lena to dig her nails into Kara’s back. The sensation startles her just enough to lose grip of the cooler, sending it spiraling to the ground below. The drinks, the pasta salad made with love, gone in an instant. There was even a hidden bouquet of sunflowers in there that she was gonna give to her.

“Kara, it’s okay. I’m actually glad it was the cooler and not me.” Lena tries to console her while they’re in line at her favorite sandwich place.

“But Lena, I made it for you - and, and there were flowers-“

The second blunder happens after they’ve taken their newly bought food to the park, finding a cool and secluded picnic table under a tree to set up at. Right as Lena is about to take her first bite, guess what happens? A bird. And its excrement. Perfectly placed on her sandwich.

It takes Kara a solid 5 minutes to convince her to take hers. She had a big breakfast anyway- ( a lie, she hadn’t eaten a bite of anything the whole day).

The third blunder happens when they’re walking alongside one of the creeks, and Kara spots a frog on her secret quest for wildflowers. “Oh! Oh wow! Lena, look-“ She takes a few steps toward it. “It’s a fr-“ And promptly trips over a rock and tumbles directly into the muddy stream of water before she can consciously do anything about it. So much for superpowers.

The fourth blunder comes seconds after, when Kara remembers herself and flings her body out of the water with haste, wiping mud off of her face as she accidentally bumps into a nearby tree. There’s a thud, and a buzzing sound, and then - oh. It’s a beehive.

There’s already screaming as she registers everything.

Wait, did Lena say that one time that she’s allergic?

A couple minutes later, at the DEO due to Lena’s insistence of ‘not wanting to be photographed like this’, Alex is being frantically greeted by a muddy, disheveled sister and a blotchy Luthor with still forming hives. “What the fuck happened you guys oh my god-“

“Bees. Lots of them. Antihistamines. Now.” Kara sounds like she’s hyperventilating.

“It’s a mild allergy darling, please relax.” Lena says, completely unconcerned with her own situation. “I’m going to be fine.” She pats Kara on her damp back as she heaves panicked breaths. “I didn’t think I’d need an epi-pen today-“ She adds on in a whisper.

Alex is back with the medicine within a minute and Kara is still working on her breathing. “What the hell were you guys doing to end up like this - hunting down Sasquatch?”

Kara and Lena speak at the same time. “First date.”

…

“WHAT-“

[likeaspeedingarrow]

Day 1: Salt

The salt air teases your hair, my fingers trapped in its embrace. My eyes catch yours, the golden sand reflects back at me, teeth like pearls nibbling on the corner of the mouth that encases them and freckles dot your flushed cheeks at random intervals. The birds call out our song even as my lips find the tip of your nose, a gasp escapes you. Your hand finds the back of my neck teasing the bun my hair is swept up into. Everything feels so right. You call me your wonder woman, but my dear you have always been my Supergirl, together we stand. Frozen in time.

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Thanks for reading and thank you for the prompt @bluewonderer <3

[laysean87]

Supergirl needs help. She has an addiction to chocolate that's bad. Very, very bad. So on the way to a rescue mission, she goes to Green Lantern for his personal advice.

Based on an old picture that I have on here somewhere on Tumblr. If you've seen it before, then you know what picture I'm talking about.

Let me know what you think of this story.

[unamedica]

SUPERGIRL AU --

‘Lane. The name followed Vi everywhere she went, every story she uncovered, every lead she investigated—Violet Lane had quite the shoes to fill. But she was not her cousin: Lois. Vi was a PI, not a reporter… and she may have unintentionally discovered a secret the world would kill to know.’

~~~

It all began on a Thursday evening. 

Vi was punching her way through stubborn henchmen refusing to drop a name. Taking on more than she could. They wore ski masks with spray painted question marks on them: Riddler’s men. 

More like fanboys waiting to be noticed. 

Vi had one in a headlock. Her right gloved right hand was sore, but she could keep doing this all night if she had to. Young children’s lives were at risk. She investigated the wrong (or right) firm and fell into a hole of inhumanity.

But all of this had a head to run it all.

“All I need is a hint of a name. And I’ll find him.”

A man on the ground was laughing maniacally. Before Vi could turn around and react her head exploded in pain. Her vision blurred. 

Vi grunted when another blow came down. And another—and another. “Argh!”

“Who’s the bitch now?” A man asked, sounding overly confident.

Vi spit out a mouth of blood before rolling onto her back, keeping her arms raised to block her face. “You are!"

The group of men began kicking her. One even grabbed her by the throat and hauled her up—hoping to get cheap shots to her face. Vi squeezed her eyes shut and braced herself for the blows—but they never came.

She heard distant sounds of struggling and rope swinging through the air. “You know,” A feminine voice called out from the alley. “...for someone who swears they’re only walking the streets of Gotham at night for a lead… you sure know how to get your hands dirty.”

You, Vi thought.

A sudden gust of wind blew on Vi and she slowly lowered her guard—opening her eyes. Supergirl was leaning against the opposite building. The men were tied up to the posts next to her.

Vi smirked, or she tried to, “Yeah, well—these assholes deserved it.” 

“I don’t doubt that.” Supergirl slowly approached Vi then hesitated. “Are you hurt?”

Vi winced when she tried to stand up straight. She shook her head. “Nothing a bag of frozen peas can’t solve.”

Supergirl held out her hand. “Let me take you to the hospital. There’s one close by,”

Vi grunted and began walking in the opposite direction. “I doubt my insurance covers this.”

Supergirl was floating close by. “Then let me take you home, Ms Lane.”

Vi gritted her teeth, hating that Supergirl knows where she lives… where she hides from authorities (dirty police officers and corrupt Commissioners.)

“I can walk.”

“It's a 15 mile walk."

"I need the fresh air."

"Gotham is heavily polluted." Supergirl smirked. She held out her hand for Vi to take. "It will be much quicker if you let take you home. Give me your hand."

“I hate flying.” Vi whispered. She hated the sympathetic look on the hero’s face. 

Supergirl slowly lowered herself until she was on even ground alongside Vi. “I’ll walk with you then. I’m not leaving you here alone.”

So fucking perfect, aren’t you? Vi refrained from an eye roll and took another step before feeling her legs give up—but she never fell. 

Supergirl had the most gentle and secure hold around her. Vi hated how much she missed it.

‘Are you alright?’ the most beautiful voice asked, ‘Ms Lane, can you hear me?’ Supergirl asked again, but Vi’s mind was drifting in and out of consciousness.

“I think I hit my head.” Vi heard herself whisper before she fell forward once again.

Her body felt weightless and the air was suddenly much colder on Vi’s face. Instinctively she reached out to hold onto something and found a strong arm.

‘Are you awake?’ The voice asked again. Fingers gently brushing the hair out of Vi’s face.

All Vi remembers seeing was the great expanse of the sky without the pollution hiding its brilliant sight. Followed by long blue hair (always perfect it seems), but it was those eyes that held Vi still.

“I love your eyes.” Vi heard herself once again. Though it felt dream-like.

She wasn’t sure why, but Vi felt like she'd seen those eyes before.

[lestisticpsycho]

Supercorptober Day 1: Wild

It's the little things in life that bring the most joy. Kara knew that. She loved the way the sunlight drifted through her curtains in the morning. The way her fuzzy blanket cocooned her in a lazy warmth. The smell of coffee floating in from the kitchen as the machine whirred to life. The sounds of the city waking up on a Sunday morning.

Kara loved it all. But the little thing she loved most was the way Lena's normally perfect hair looked so wild as she slept, snuggled into Kara's side.

[grtmnick]

Lena’s core quivered under the intensity of the super’s irate gaze.

Subconsciously, hungry emerald eyes followed the curvature of the blonde’s left shoulder until they landed squarely on bulging bicep.

The ravenette inwardly cursed her persistent useless bisexuality.

[harleychick91]

A Good Nightmare (rated G)

Summary: Lena and Kara have finally made up. After months and months of fighting, Lex, and then the Phantom Zone, Kara and Lena were in a good place. Unfortunately a poor decision will spark a nightmare that they cannot fathom.

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[wheremollyat]

She's sitting alone in her room on her 16th birthday waiting for the words to show up. She knows they usually show up on your arm somewhere, but that's not always the case. She is standing naked in front of her mirror just waiting.

She feels silly. Do most people wait like this? With anticipation burning in every inch of their body? They must right? It's a soulmate for god's sake. People probably wait for their marks with bated breath.

A soulmate.

What a concept. A person destined to love you no matter what. After the childhood she's had, Lena could use some love like that.

"Ah," the breath hisses through her teeth when she feels the burning start. She grabs her left arm with her right hand and turns it to see the inside of her bicep.

Words are burning into her skin. Dark against her pale complexion. She squeezes her right hand tightly around her elbow trying to ease some of the pain. And just as suddenly as it started, it stops.

"Rao, what a klutz."

Lena's brow furrows. "Rao?" she questions out loud. "What the hell does that mean?"

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Lena is standing alone in her office. She's had a busy morning, but cleared herself some time to panic before the reporter from CatCo is supposed to get here. She isn't sure she is ready for her first big interview.

She keeps fiddling with the sleeves of her blazer. She hasn't been this nervous in a while. She's 23 and heading up one of the largest tech companies in the country. She knows she is bound to get some detractors. Being a Luthor already has her at a disadvantage and now she is going to be one of the youngest CEOs in history. Let alone a woman.

She's spiraling.

She closes her eyes, drops her hands to her sides and takes a deep breath.

"Why did I agree to do this again?" she whispers to herself. She flicks her hands a few times shaking out the nerves. "She is going to be here for a few days," she mumbles. "You just have to get her to like you. She needs to like you."

Lena knows it's a good plan. CatCo is a well-respected media company. If she can get this reporter to write a favorable article people might give her a chance. They might believe her when she says all she wants to do is right the wrongs of her family.

"Miss Luthor?" The intercom on her desk crackles to life. "A Miss Kara Danvers from CatCo is here for you."

She takes a final deep breath as her heart takes off into a gallop.

"Bring her in, Jess," she says into the intercom. Her voice sounds steadier than she expected.

She walks out from behind her desk closer to the large double doors of her office. She's ready to receive her visitor with a warm smile and firm handshake.

One of the doors opens revealing Jess her assistant. She holds the door for someone walking behind her. Before Lena can get a look at her, the young woman stumbles over the threshold and almost takes Jess out.

"Rao, what a klutz."

Lena's heart stops. She feels frozen to the spot. Ice pours into her veins, flooding down her spine and locking her up like a statue.

The young blonde woman looks up with stunning blue eyes and an adorably soft deprecating smile. Her glasses have slipped down her nose slightly, but she reaches up to adjust them on instinct before extending a hand toward Lena. She closes the distance between them and Lena has yet to move.

"Sorry about that. Hi, I'm Kara Danvers from CatCo," she introduces herself and her smile broadens across her face. It's like looking at the sun.

Lena's heart clenches in her chest as if she's been struck by lightning. She's staring at this beautiful woman and can't quite believe what's happening. Her mind is racing. She's about to say something when the reality of what is happening descends on her like a dark cloud.

She doesn't have time for this.

She's 23.

She's just taken over a huge tech company.

She's just moved to a new city.

She's just dumped her boyfriend a few months ago.

She's fighting to repair the image of a family that's mostly in jail right now.

She has to convince the world that she is a good person with good intentions for this massive company.

She can't do all that and deal with meeting her soulmate.

She doesn't have time for this.

The words she was going to say die on her tongue. She turns and briskly walks back behind her desk. She hears Kara exhale roughly and sees her extended hand drop back to her side. Lena looks at her one last time before she resolves not to say a word to this woman for the next four days.

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Kara cannot believe this is happening. An entire day and all she has is a notebook page full of observations and not one single quote. Miss Luthor didn't speak a single word to her.

She is racking her brain trying to figure out how she messed this up so badly. She even flagged down Miss Luthor's assistant at one point and asked if the young CEO is always like this.

"Like what?" she asked Kara.

Kara searched for the right word. She didn't want to be mean. "Quiet?" she finally landed on.

Jess, Kara remembered her name, looked confused. "Quiet?" she asked.

"Yeah, she hasn't said one word to me," Kara explained.

Jess's brow furrowed even more. "I mean, no. She's not usually quiet. She's usually..." she trailed off. She looked like she was studying Kara for a moment. "She's usually very nice. Warm even," she added.

"Great," Kara mumbled. "Thanks."

What did she do to this woman? Why couldn't she get Miss Luthor to answer one simple question? This isn't good. Cat is going to kill her if she screws up her first real assignment as a reporter.

She is determined though. She has four more days with Miss Luthor. She isn't going to let this opportunity pass her by. She is going to get Miss Luthor to talk to her if it's the last thing she does.

She goes to Luthor Corp the next day with a single-minded focus of getting Lena Luthor to speak to her.

She fails.

Despite seeing Miss Luthor interact with several of her employees directly, Kara can't seem to get one word from her. She's starting to wonder if she developed a new invisibility power overnight.

On her fourth day with Miss Luthor she has given up all together. She faces the fact that she isn't going to get a quote from the young CEO. She is going to have to go back to CatCo with her tail between her legs and admit that maybe she isn't ready for this promotion after all.

She resigns herself to following quietly behind Miss Luthor as the CEO goes about her day. She can tell by the way the brunette speaks to her employees that she is a fantastic boss. She's caring and complimentary when she needs to be and stern when the situation calls for it. But she is never cruel. She cares about her people and her company. Kara takes copious notes and tries her best to outline an article without asking Miss Luthor a single interview question.

She doesn't ask the subject of her article a single question on the fourth day. She simply watches and waits for the day to pass. She asks a few of Miss Luthor's employees questions and they answer her happily. It's clear they like their boss and their jobs.

It makes her wonder again what she could have done to make the CEO ignore her.

She makes her way back up to Miss Luthor's office after making her rounds of the downstairs employees. Jess is gone from her desk so Kara knocks on the office door herself.

"Miss Luthor?" she calls into the wood grain. She waits, but doesn't hear a response. She almost face palms when she remembers that the young brunette hasn't spoken to her yet and why would she start now.

Kara opens the door slightly. "Miss Luthor, I'm done for the day," she calls into the open space. She sees the empty white desk across the room and decides to step further into the office. Only she stumbles over the threshold just like she did that first morning.

"Shoot," she grumbles as she drops her notebook and pen. She scurries to pick them up, glad that no one saw it this time.

Only she isn't so lucky. She hears soft chuckles coming from the seating area in front of her.

"Dammit, why'd you have to be so cute?" she hears Miss Luthor's soft voice. Her heart stops in her chest as she looks up to meet beautiful green eyes. She is still crouched on the ground having just grabbed her notebook and pen.

She feels her soulmate mark buzzing pleasantly on the inside of her right thigh. She stares dumbfounded for an elongated period as the implications of this pour over her.

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Lena feels her arm buzzing warmly. She reaches for it subconsciously. She squeezes her bicep, but resists the urge to look at the mark. She knows what happens next, everyone does. Now that they have both said their piece, the marks will glow white before fading into obscurity. Somewhere in her mind she wishes she could see Kara's before it fades. She quickly shuts that thought down. She doesn't have time to care for this adorable geek that has quite literally stumbled into her life.

She looks up at the blonde still kneeling in front of her. Kara stares at her unspeaking for nearly a minute before she decides to take pity on her.

"I'm sorry about not talking to you," she says in nearly a whisper. Kara doesn't move. "You can imagine my surprise when you fell into my office on Monday morning and said the words that have been imprinted on my arm for 7 years."

"Probably about as surprised as I am right now," Kara finally finds her voice. She doesn't move though.

Lena thinks about the words Kara said that very first day. "What does Rao mean?" Kara's eyebrows climb onto her forehead. "I've tried to look it up in all kinds of books, but always came up empty."

"It's from my religion," Kara answers seemingly on auto-pilot. A moment later it's like the spell is broken. Her brow furrows and she finally rises to standing again.

"What religion is that?" Lena asks, but Kara ignores her question.

"So you were just going to try not to talk to me the whole week so that I wouldn't know we were soulmates?" She doesn't sound mad, just perplexed. Lena is thankful for that. She doesn't want to hurt Kara's feelings. She just has no time to even eat these days let alone fall in love.

"Pretty much," Lena sums up with a shrug.

Kara laughs. Her smile is brilliant and Lena's breath catches. Kara's blonde head tilts back exposing her neck and collarbones. Lena wishes she wasn't so attracted to the reporter, but she supposes that would defeat the whole purpose of soulmates.

"You had to know that wasn't going to work," Kara finally says after her laughter stops. "That isn't how destiny works."

"Destiny?"

"Yes, Miss Luthor, destiny."

Lena quirks a brow at the older woman. "I'm not sure I believe in such a thing."

"Oh I do," Kara says sagely. She moves minutely closer to the white couch where Lena is perched. "Do you know how many things had to go perfectly right for me to end up in this office on Monday morning? For us to even exist together in this moment at the same time?"

"Enlighten me," Lena challenges.

Kara laughs, but it isn't bitter. She sounds delighted. Lena can't believe this ray of sunshine is her soulmate. She's like an embodiment of a golden retriever. The silver lining to Lena's dark cloud.

"Oh, I will. But not today." Kara smiles sweetly. Lena's heartrate takes off. Dammit.

"I'm gonna go," Kara says evenly and points a thumb over her shoulder at the door. Lena tries not to deflate. "I'll be back first thing in the morning and we are going to get this interview and article wrapped up. Now that we know what we are to each other, we can just have a normal conversation."

"You're taking this in stride," Lena compliments.

"Why wouldn't I? I just found my soulmate," she says excitedly. She starts to back away slowly from the couch.

"I don't have time for a soulmate right now," Lena rushes to say. She doesn't want Kara to get her hopes up.

"Okay," Kara answers plainly. She's still backing up to the door of Lena's office.

"Why are you still smiling?" Lena questions.

"Do you have time for a friend?"

"Not really."

Kara stops walking. "Lena," she says softly. Lena feels like she might melt into the couch. Her name has never sounded so good. "Let me be your friend."

She's so earnest it's unsettling. Lena doesn't know what to do. She isn't sure it's a good idea to have Kara around all the time. She has to focus. She had a plan. Move to National City. Share her home with a super. Prove to the world that a Luthor can be a force for good alongside Supergirl instead of against her.

She had a plan.

And yet...

"Please," Kara murmurs. "Let's just be friends for now and we can sort out the soulmate thing later."

"Fine," she agrees quietly. "Friends."

"Friends." The smile that takes over Kara's face is radiant. It fills Lena's chest with warmth. She fights the urge to smile back and loses. She's in trouble.

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A month later, when Kara kisses her for the first time, she's glad that she finally decided to talk to the blonde woman after all. It's a kiss that makes her breath catch, her mind go numb, and her heart race. She definitely isn't just friends with Kara after that.

A month after they officially start dating she finally learns what Rao means. She is more than a little surprised, but weirdly a part of her knew. No one is that sunshiny all the time.

Then a year later she quite literally shares her home with a super. Maybe destiny is real and it has a very clever sense of humor.

Also have another “first words spoken to you are on your skin” soulmate AU idea where Kara is a journalist assigned to shadow the controversial CEO of L-Corp for the day. It’s a big deal for her to get this assignment, so of course she trips the second she’s near the other woman and tries awkwardly to redeem herself.

The CEO stares at her almost in shock, and then says nothing. At all. Ever, for the entire day.

Kara spends hours following Lena Luthor around trying to fill the silence, but no amount of questions get her to talk. Lena almost seems to be running away at some points - like she’s trying to lose her? - and the few times she’s managed to catch her actually talking to someone she goes silent the second she sees Kara.

She asks around if Miss Luthor is usually like this and everyone looks at her like she’s crazy. Apparently she’s the only one who gets the silent treatment. By the end of her first day shadowing she’s walking away with half a page of observations and not a single quote. Miss Grant is going to kill her.

But that’s okay. It’s fine, this isn’t over. She has four days of shadowing ahead of her and she’ll be damned if she doesn’t finish this with a quote from the woman herself. It’s only a matter of time.

[dudewotheck]

Ever see those videos of people being goofy and they get their fingers stuck in a cart or basket in a store and need the fire department or employees’ help? Kara gets her fingers stuck, Lena can’t science Kara’s fingers out, and it becomes a big spectacle to free Kara’s fingers but Lena stills loves her

hope this makes u chuckle friend. omg. thank u for the prompt

It’s a thursday night, and they’re strolling along the waterfront hand-in-hand, enjoying the crisp air and each other’s company. Soon enough they’ve reached the statue that Lena had unveiled years ago, moonlight glittering off of it as they walk up to the base.

“I still can’t believe this exists. Gosh, it’s just, ginormous - “ Kara exclaims, gazing up at the giant metal likeness of her.

“Hm. Doesn’t come close to capturing your beauty, though.” Lena replies, squeezing her hand extra tight.

Kara shies away, smile on her face, observing how the moonlight passes through the holes at the base, scattering little circles of across the ground. Strange, did it always have those? Kara runs her hand over it. Sticks her pointer finger impulsively into one of the holes. Swiss cheese statue. Nice.

“C’mon, we should head back.” She hears Lena say, which is true, it’s getting late and-

Huh. Her finger isn’t budging. She yanks at it a couple times before she feels Lena pull at the hand she’s holding. “Babe? Are you - oh.”

She keeps yanking as she turns with an expression of confusion to Lena. “It’s not - my finger, it’s stuck, how is it stuck -“ With the force that she’s using, the metal should have already bent by now, freeing her. And yet, here she is, still yanking her hand with increasing desperation.

“It’s Nth metal, Kara. Why the hell did you stick your finger in-“

Her blood runs cold for a second, and pauses her attempts to free herself. “It’s what?! Oh no, oh crap, oh rao -“ She doesn’t like being stuck. Any time that it’s happened, it’s usually paired with her life being endangered. Not a good feeling.

“Hold on, it’s okay, hold on.” Lena releases her hand, walking away a few steps and taking a deep, steadying breath. “Okay. I can’t - I haven’t worked with it personally all that much, I’m not aware of how it-“

Lena’s voice starts to fade away as she attempts to ground herself and not completely freak out. She sees a couple of people walking in the distance, and oh, crap, what if someone recognizes her while she’s stuck in her own stupid statue because she was stupid enough to stick her finger in it and-

“- freeze breath. Kara?” She snaps her gaze back to her wife. “Did you hear me? I know it has a lot of weird properties, but cold usually makes metal contract. Try that maybe?”

Okay. Freeze breath, good idea. Kara nods, bending down and stealthily puffing out cold air over the general area. She yanks. Nothing.

She’s this close to pulling it straight out of the ground.

Lena sighs. “Figures.” There’s a different group of people walking their way now, and one if them is looking directly at her. Oh, rao.

After about a half an hour, Kara’s taken about a dozen pictures involving herself casually perched up against the statue, hiding her predicament with success so far, and Lena is making a defeated phone call to Alex.

“Hey, can you come down to the Kara statue with the most industrial lube you can - Alex, I’m being serious - Yes, lube. Industrial - Please hurry. You’ll understand when you get here.”

20 minutes and a few more pictures later, Alex shows up, and upon taking in the scene, along with Lena’s exasperation and Kara’s puppy-dog face of embarrassment, laughs harder than she has in months.

Kara is freed within the next minute.

Later that night, Lena can’t help but tease. “Y’know, I could just imagine the headlines, Supergirl Fingers Herself -“ A pillow hits her straight in the face.

“Lena!”

[justmoreocs-writing]

It felt as though they were standing on the very edge of the world. Anton could see the city sprawling out below them from the vantage point of the roof; could see the life buzzing around it as people hurried to their homes or whatever destination was their next. He let out a long breath of smoke, his attention narrowing in on his brother, who was standing closer to the door, looking terrified but determined. Forever hoping that he could be the good one, the one that didn’t follow the path of their father. The path that would bring them so much glory!

‘Anton,’ Winn said, his voice shaking ever so slightly; it seemed to almost get lost in the wind of the evening, of the height. ‘You don’t have to do this. Just… tell me how to stop the dolls. You can come back and -’

Anton cut him off with a scoff of disbelief. ‘I can’t come back,’ he told him simply. ‘After everything we’ve seen, you think going back to all that rubbish is a possibility? Think about it Winslow, we could be gods.’

Winn was shaking his head, but there was something more to the gesture than simple disagreement. He was searching the sky. Searching for his little hero.

Anton sighed before putting his cigarette out on the face of his father’s watch - the one he’d stolen from Winn’s apartment the first time he was there.

‘The option’s always there for greatness, Winn,’ he said, before giving a shrill whistle.

‘Anton!’ Winn yelled, rushing forwards too late.

Anton had felt the comforting hands of one of his robots before he heard the thrusters of their flight mechanism. He saluted sarcastically to his older brother as his creation lifted him into the air, as the physical distance between him and Winn grew to mirror the metaphorical one; the one that he hoped to one day close completely, if only so their father might give him some time as well.