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[sssammich]

💘fake relationship / mutual pining / dared to kiss

What if you did a fake dating where Kara fake dates Andrea to make Lena jealous or heck even Lena and Kara fake date to make Andrea jealous. I love your work!!

hello hello!

got a chance to write this up this little brainchild. hope you enjoy it! it's kinda not even really the prompt but this is the story that came out so, sorry 2 u but i hope it's still entertaining!

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"do you think it'll work?"

andrea rolls her eyes, wonders why she's even bothering to help this little blonde idiot. but she promised sam that she's turning over a new leaf this year and trying to stick to an actual new year's resolution for at least longer than a week. new year's resolutions are for punks anyway, but she doesn't back down from a dare.

"have i ever led you astray?"

kara turns her whole body towards her and throws her a pointed look. "you literally gave me the wrong directions to dinner last night."

she smirks at that. "you've lived in this city for five years, learn to listen to your google maps properly. now do you want my help or not?"

kara grumbles. "fine. but if i end up making a fool of myself in front of her, i'm not helping you move out of your apartment this weekend."

andrea frowns, didn't realize that kara had a chip she could use to lord over her. it's fine, kara wouldn't use it. for all her bluster, she's actually too much of a puppy not to help.

"your threats don't have any effects on me. you'll still help because you're a little bitch like that."

she spots a figure walking up to them and realizes it's showtime. so she clears her throat, takes a deep breath and remembers to project her voice.

"god, kara. just admit it!"

kara's eyes widen in shock, mouth hanging open in confusion. meanwhile she spies her target behind kara stopping with a stunned expression.

"just admit that you never really loved me."

she glares kara into submission who coughs and stares at her. "i...never really loved you."

"and why is that, kara?"

"uh--"

she inwardly rolls her eyes reminding herself that she's such a good friend for even going through with this at all and that kara will have to thank her most generously when all of this blows over.

"is it because you're in love with someone else? is that it?"

the gasp she hears behind kara is enough to clue kara in that their intended audience is with them. kara, because andrea just knows how predictable she is, turns to look at the sound and finds lena standing there, mouth open.

"lena, i--"

"it's all so clear now," she practically yells, walking up to kara's face and digging a finger into kara's chest. "i hope you two make each other very happy then."

for good measure, andrea slaps kara in the face and she triumphs when lena pushes forward and places herself between the two of them. these two are so dumb and so predictable andrea just outright laughs.

"wait, andrea. this isn't--we never--"

"no? so you don't look at her like the sun doesn't shine from her ass?"

kara steps forward and puts her body in front of lena's. just as andrea expects. "hey, don't talk to her like that."

"why not? it's her, though, isn't it?"

kara glares at her so andrea pushes forward until they're practically nose to nose.

"say it. say it and i'll forget this whole thing."

kara, with a flash of fear in her eyes but also a mixture of undetermined gratitude, swallows before, "yeah."

"kara..."

"i'm leaving. don't follow me."

with that she stalks off past the two of them, slowing her pace just enough to turn around and catch lena hugging kara while kara looks at her.

she waves at her friend before plucking her sunglasses from her bag and putting them on and walking away. after she's reached her car, her phone rings with a buzz of a short thanks from kara before an incoming call takes over her screen.

"danvers get the girl yet?" veronica asks from the other end of the phone.

she laughs. "of course. i'm a consummate professional."

"you're literally neither of those things. but since you're done, come by. sam and i have got just the thing to make you feel better after your 'breakup' with blondie."

she responds by pressing down on the gas and cutting the time to get there in half to accept her generous consolation prize.

[incorrect-supercorp]

kara: this is my girlfriend lena and this is lena's girlfriend, andrea

[an indefinite period of time later]

kara: these are my girlfriends, lena and andrea

[fyonahmacnally]

Christmas Chaos

Here's a little Supercorp 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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“You’ve got to be kidding me! No, no, no, no. This can’t be happening.” Lena says as she stares at her now dark phone in her gloved hand. Her heart is galloping inside her chest and she’s sure everyone around her can hear it. “Godamnit! Of course this happens the first year I have the chance to organize the event. Shit, shit, shit.”

She paces back and forth in front of the National City Convention Center, her eyes bouncing from the currently cloak-covered tree to the workers hanging the wreaths, lights, and bows across the front of the building. The giant “Christmas Carols in the Park” sign ripples in the slight breeze. Her mind is racing, indexing names and favors she can call in, calculating her next move. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she decides her first course of action is to start making phone calls.

Two hours later, she’s still no closer to solving her problem. Artie Anderson can kiss her ass. Secretly, she hopes that he never gets a headlining singing gig again. So what if he’s one of the up and coming stars of tomorrow, she doesn’t care how good or popular he is. He can still kiss her ass. Honestly, she hopes his pants fall down at his next show or he shits himself on stage. So what if she’s being petty. Sue her. 

Who fucking does that?! She thinks. Cancels a headlining show the day of?! That’s just bad PR, Artie whatever-the-fuck. Choke on your microphone.

Lena sighs. Now she has to call her trusty assistant. It’s the last thing she wants to do, but well, she’s run out of options. She lifts her phone up and presses send.

“LKL Event Planning, where we bring your ideas to life. This is Jess speaking. How can I help you?” 

Rolling her eyes, Lena chuckles. “Jess, you knew it was me. You didn’t have to give the whole spiel.” She huffs as she starts descending the stairs of the convention center toward Noonan’s and a cup of her favorite peppermint hot chocolate.

“Oh come on, Miss Luthor, you know how much I love to share our company greeting with everyone that calls.” Jess laughs, the amusement evident in her tone. “What can I help you with this morning?”

“Unfortunately, I have bad news. ‘Christmas Carols in the Park’ is currently looking like it’s going to be ‘Christmas Chaos in the Park’. Our headliner canceled on us a couple of hours ago. I’ve called all my other connections and, as expected, everyone is booked. I have no idea what I’m going to do. This is going to be a disaster.” Her left hand comes up to massage her temples as she opens the door to enter the warm, wonderful smelling atmosphere of Noonan’s. “We can move Macy Lynn to the headlining spot and find a lesser known singer to fill her slot, but that still doesn’t solve the current problem.”

She sighs, trying her best not to panic, but it’s not looking good. “Jess, if the event goes South, it won’t be good for future bookings. We could lose clients over this!” She takes a deep breath, pressing her hand against her chest, desperately trying to calm her racing heart. “This tree lighting ceremony is second only to the lighting of the tree at Rockefeller Center! We have to figure this out! I didn’t spend years building this business for some little snot-nosed, spoiled brat to ruin it by canceling at the last minute!” 

Realizing that she had gotten a little louder than she thought, Lena sheepishly ducks her head and clears her throat. The line is moving slowly, but she knows she needs to wrap up her phone call soon. Years of Luthor etiquette training forcing her to be mindful of disturbing those around her. 

“Why don’t you let me call Macy’s manager and get that taken care of while you take a minute to collect yourself? Hmmm?” Jess says, a smile evident in her tone. “I’ll call you back when everything is confirmed. Maybe by then you’ll have a solution in mind.”

“What would I do without you?” Lena smiles, resigning herself to a long day of groveling. “Thanks, Jess. I’ll talk to you later.”

Stuffing her phone in her coat pocket, she blankly stares at the menu board above the counter. She’s deeply lost in her own thoughts and doesn’t notice the blonde woman standing in front of her, eyeing her curiously. As the line inches forward, Lena’s mind is still drifting through her list of possible singers or group acts to fill the empty slot in the schedule. She’s so preoccupied that she walks right into the back of the person in front of her.

“Oh no, I am so sorry.” Lena laments, her eyes practically glued to her feet in embarrassment. “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going and I…” Her words fade as her eyes land on the black-framed startling blue eyes of the stranger in front of her. They’re the bluest, warmest, most kind eyes she’s ever seen and for a moment, the world around her seems to stop. 

The blonde smiles at her, subtly adjusting her glasses and Lena has to bite her bottom lip to keep from gasping at the beauty before her. This woman is stunning. Infinite hues of sky blue eyes dancing above a bright shimmering smile. She’s several inches taller than Lena and from what she can tell, incredibly well-built. Before she can rein her wandering eyes back in, she realizes she’s been caught and feels the heat climb up the back of her neck, across her ears, and land firmly on her cheeks. 

An adorable giggle bubbles up the handsome stranger's throat and through her perfectly pink lips. Lena can’t help but smile and tilt her head in amusement even as her own embarrassment camps out on her face. 

“It’s okay. You didn’t hurt me and it sounds like you’re having a rough day.” Attractive stranger says as she extends her hand toward Lena. “I’m Kara. Kara Danvers. And I might be able to help you with your little dilemma.”

Intrigued, Lena raises an eyebrow in question at the gorgeous stranger. Kara, she reminds herself. “Lena Luthor. Nice to meet you.” She eyes the woman up and down briefly before settling hers back onto the pools of blue eyeing her with amusement. “Do tell how you can assist with my dilemma, Miss Danvers.”

Kara grins, an adorably lop-sided grin as she offers her elbow to Lena and drags her to stand next to her in line. “How about you let me buy you your drink of choice and we find a table to chat? It sounds like you could use a little break.” She leans over to whisper conspiratorially into Lena’s ear. “Word on the street is this place has the best sticky buns in the state. I should know, I eat one several times a week.”

Without her permission and certainly for the first time in a long time, Lena can feel herself smile. Genuinely smile. Kara winks at her as they turn back toward the cashier and step up to order their drinks along with whatever monstrosity Kara has ordered. The young person working the register smiles, blushing as Kara calls them by name, and they move to the end of the long counter to wait for their names to be called. 

Kara grabs the tray and guides them through the sea of customers to a little table tucked toward the back of the cafe. Several of the staff speak to her on their way to their seats. They settle into the chairs, the noise of the place seems more hushed in this little nook. 

“You must come here a lot. Everyone on staff seems to know you.” Lena smiles as she takes a long, savored sip of her hot chocolate. “I think every single waiter we passed called you by name.” A boisterous, belly laugh floats across the table and graces Lena’s ears. It is such a lovely sound and she absolutely wants to hear it again.

“Well, I really am in here a lot.” Kara says with a warm smile, her skin creasing next to her mesmerizing eyes. “I’m a writer. I work from home most of the time, but a change of scenery is needed on those days I get stuck. So, I spend a good bit of time right here with my laptop, a warm drink, and sticky buns.” She points to the tray on the table and pulls a sticky bun off to settle in front of her.

Lena eyes her curiously. She’s inarguably never met anyone like Kara Danvers. They’ve known each other for less than thirty minutes and Lena already feels comfortable around her. This alone should scare the absolute shit out of her, yet she feels much calmer than she did when she walked inside earlier.

“So, Miss Danvers…how is it that you think you can help me?” Lena grins, raising her signature brow in question. She glances down at her watch and winces. “As much as I am enjoying your company, I have roughly six hours to find a replacement for my event tonight.”

“Well, what if I told you that I know a singer that is available tonight. She has a pretty decent voice and doesn't need any musicians or music. She usually performs acapella and will gladly help you out.” Kara gives her a bright, wide smile before taking a sip of her large monstrous drink and biting into her second sticky bun. 

Lena tilts her head at the blonde, curious about this singer and what the catch is…there’s always a catch, right? “Well, this sounds promising. I’m willing to hear you out.” She leans forward, her forearms resting on the table and hands clasped. “However, in my experience, there’s always a catch. So, what’s the catch Miss Danvers?”

Kara smiles. She pushes her now empty plate to the side and leans forward, mirroring Lena’s position. “Please call me Kara, Miss Luthor. Every time you say Ms. Danvers, it makes me think of my adoptive mom.” She winks at the porcelain skinned woman across from her, taking another sip of her almost empty cup. “What makes you think there is a catch? Why can’t it just be a trade and not a catch?”

An unrestrained laugh springs from Lena’s chest. It’s so surprising, she nearly falls out of her chair. Once she regains her composure, she clears her throat and leans back in her seat. “Well, if I am calling you Kara, then please, call me Lena. Ms. Luthor also, unfortunately, reminds me of my adoptive mother as well. And, that’s just something I’d rather not think about.” She returns Kara’s wink. “If not a catch to your proposal, then a trade. What is your requested compensation in return for solving my dilemma?”

“Ok, hear me out.” Kara beams at Lena. “Not only am I a writer, but also a pretty decent singer. I can fill the spot you need tonight, free of charge.” She pauses, nervously adjusting her glasses and twisting her hands on the table. “If you’ll, um, goonadatewithme.” Her eyes drop to her fingers and she bites her bottom lip.

Lena’s not 100% sure she heard Kara correctly, but she does notice the adorable pink blush dusting the apples of her cheeks and it not only makes her smile, but releases a sea of butterflies into her stomach and chest. She bites her own lip, then looks up at the blonde. “I’m sorry, Kara, but I didn’t quite catch the last part of what you said. Can you repeat that for me? Maybe a little slower this time?”

Kara huffs, squirming in her seat as her face turns a darker rosy shade of pink. “I can fill the spot for your event tonight, if you’ll, um, go on a date with me.” She says with a little more confidence than she actually feels. 

On the other side of the table, Lena is slightly stunned. Sure, she thought about asking the woman out before they parted ways or at least getting her phone number, but never imagined this is how their impromptu meeting would end. She smiles at the adorable fidgeting blonde. There’s no doubt in her mind she’s going to say yes, but she can’t give in right away. Where’s the fun in that?

“And what if I am already seeing someone?” She says with a smirk on her face. Watching as blue eyes widen. “How will I be able to meet the terms of your proposal in those circumstances?”

Kara drops her head onto the table and groans. It takes a minute before she lifts her head back up, red-faced and apologetic. “Oh no, Lena. I am so sorry. I should have known someone as stunning as you would be taken. I’m such an idiot. I’ll help you out and you don’t have to worry about payment or dates or anything like that. I can’t believe I didn’t think to ask you that first. I just…”

“Kara!” Lena chuckles and reaches out to stop the ongoing ramble. “Hey. I was only kidding! I’m very single and would actually be amenable to going on a date with you.”

“Really?” Kara’s blinding, toothy smile shines back at Lena from across the table. “Are you sure?” She asks, timidly.

“Yes, Kara. I’m sure. I was sure the minute I laid eyes on you.” Lena smiles, unsure how she managed to land a date with the most attractive and adorable woman she’s ever seen. 

True to her word, Kara fills the slot at the ceremony that evening and ends up being the best performance of the night. They go on their promised date right after and end the night at Kara’s loft watching cheesy Christmas movies. The two of them share their first kiss surrounded by the twinkling glow of Christmas lights before they fall asleep on Kara’s comfortable couch. Their date is the most magical evening Lena’s had in all of her adult life. 

Until the next year when Kara proposes at the tree lighting ceremony. 

Christmas Chaos, indeed.

[occidentaltourist]

Kara tries spooning Andrea after they have sex for the first time. Andrea asks her what the hell she’s doing. Kara just says “you’re the one who wanted me by your side at all times” and she’s grinning like an idiot about it. Andrea thinks “how am I attracted to you?” before she lets herself be the little spoon and then she feels Kara’s arms around and thinks “oh…that’s how.”

SCREAM this so perfect!

Andrea playing it cool the next morning at work like -

[scribbling-punk]

Principal Danvers

The heavy oak door creaks as Andrea pushes it open to reveal a dimly lit office. It smells like old books and wood polish, the large wooden door glistening in the lamplight as Andrea stares at the imposing figure settled behind it. She sucks in a deep breath and allows herself an extra moment to slip into the character she has been desperate to play; the naughty schoolgirl summoned here to be disciplined for her latest prank.

Principal Danvers is not one to let naughty behavior go unpunished and, as blue eyes glare in her direction, Andrea struggles to believe that this is still her golden retriever girlfriend.

“Come in and close the door, girl,” Kara stands from behind the desk, her tall, muscular frame casting an intimidating shadow across the office. Her hair is pulled back into a bun almost as severe as her gaze, her piercing blue eyes focusing on Andrea with such an intensity that she can’t stop the shiver that trickles down her spine.

The thought of being at her mercy, even as the well tailored suit hides Kara’s defined arms, leaves her drenched with excitement.

“No, no,” Kara tsks as Andrea pulls out the chair opposite, “I don’t believe I asked you to sit down.”

Andrea blushes and swallows thickly, her hands trembling as she pushes the chair back into place. She clasps them together in front of her waist, attempting to be demure as the faux headmistress stares her down.

“I assume you know why you are here, Miss Rojas.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Andrea croaks, her tongue threatening to stick to the roof of her suddenly dry mouth. “I was caught sneaking out of the dormitory last night after lights out.”

“Do you understand how much trouble you have caused?” Kara asks, her voice deep and raspy as she walks around the desk to close the gap between them. “It is my duty to ensure you are safe whilst in my care, and it is I who would have been held responsible if something had happened to you.”

Her lips curl into a cruel smirk, “which means it is also I who must decide the repercussions for such foolish behavior.”

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[obliviouskara]

Kara: I think I'm in love with Andrea Kara: Thoughts? Alex: And prayers, girl. Jesus

[light-miracles]

(7/8)

Kara thought, not for the first time, that she and Andrea really shouldn't work together. They were way too different. Kara lived for her ideals and what she could offer others. Andrea was more practical, less likely to believe in the goodness of people than Kara, and her nature was more to reject emotions and ideals for common sense and realism. Kara supposed that in some ways it had been her selfishness what had attracted her at the beginning. Andrea wasn't shy or felt guilty about having desires and ambitions, unlike Kara. With her, Kara felt like she was allowed to want things for herself, and in return she hoped that her presence in Andrea's life would offer her another point of view beyond her natural pragmatism.

Light and Shadows mixing into thousands of colors

[fyonahmacnally]

Yes!! Let's use the upcoming @supergirlmayhem event to add some more AgentCorp and other WLW fics to the fandom. 🥰

Reading some Agentcorp smut and it's making me wanna write something with them two. Maybe something canon adjacent? Lemme think....

[sssammich]

collateral ch8

hello here's a surprise update from me as in i was surprised i updated

chapter 8 on ao3

samfic: collateral tag on tumblr

ok thx love u

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By the mercy of some higher god or deity, Kara made it through the following week without absolutely failing Andrea's instructions. She responded to every text and phone call that came from Lena, but she did not initiate a single one.

Her hands itched to hold her phone, her fingers hovering over their text thread. She had so many thoughts throughout the day that she directly filtered into conversations with Lena that she hadn't realized how much of her life had revolved around her best friend. She brought up what food she wanted to eat that day, what research she was struggling to do at work, what social media posts and internet memes she wanted to immediately share upon learning about them, what writing ideas she wanted to delve into, what nonsense happened during her commute, what she'd felt on any given day. Her every day, distilled in snapshots of texts shared between them, each one a bid for attention.

What had been a bustling and overflowing thread of constant communication shrank bit by bit. If Lena noticed anything throughout the week, she hadn't said a word, hadn't brought up anything with her. She dreaded texts from Lena, wondering if the new notification that appeared on her screen would be the one that asked Is everything alright? Did something happen?

Are you mad at me?

Did I do something wrong?

Kara knew that it was only a matter of time.

—

She slumped down on the black velvet couch in Andrea's office with a huff. Andrea only looked up from her desk, her typing never once losing its speed on her computer.

Kara sat on that couch and stared out of the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked downtown National City. It was an unfamiliar view, one that overlooked a different part of town than what Kara was accustomed to. As the minutes ticked on and Andrea continued working, Kara could only compare the stark differences in her hangouts with Lena when she stopped by her best friend's office.

Lena would pause what she was doing, walk over to the couch, and greet Kara with a hug and a smile. Kara would bring her something to eat or a snack on her way from an interview or doing canvassing research. They would sit on the white leather sofa that overlooked National City with a view of the main city park amidst all the glass and steel buildings. They would spend as little as five minutes to hours on that couch depending on their schedules, focused on simply being present together.

So it was with a frown that she looked over her shoulder and glared at Andrea who remained steadfast in pretending she wasn't in the room. Until she eventually glanced Kara's way, but never once stopped what she was doing.

Glumly, this was why Kara thought that Lena was her favorite.

Ten long minutes passed by before Andrea's typing stopped and the faint roll of an office chair against hardwood floors could be heard. Kara didn't bother to look over her shoulder, instead waiting for Andrea to walk over to her.

When Andrea's frame shadowed over her, Kara finally turned her head to squint up at her friend slash fuck buddy slash current confidante.

"Do you make all of your visitors wait this long?"

Andrea simply raised a brow. "Do you have an appointment?"

Kara groaned and exhaled audibly, slumping even further into the sofa. Andrea leaned against the arm of the sofa, the fabric of her skirt grazing Kara's hand.

"I did what you told me," she said aloud.

"Be more specific."

"I only respond, I never initiate." When Andrea didn't say anything, Kara continued, her gaze returning to the view outside the window. "It's been hell."

Andrea laughed. "What did you expect?"

"I don't know. Not this."

"Really?" Andrea scoffed, giving Kara a pointed look. "Your smart brain didn't anticipate this?"

"I just…" she started, releasing a small huff. "Getting texts from her makes me antsy now because I just keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. Like one of these days, she's gonna confront me and say I've been a shitty friend and have been ignoring her."

"Well…"

"I know! You don't have to say it." She looked up at a pair of blue eyes scrutinizing her.

"So what do you want me to say?"

"God, I don't know. That I'm doing the right thing. That this will blow over and I'll be better for it in the long run. Literally anything would be nice right about now."

Andrea finally stood from her perched spot on the arm of the couch and took the free space beside Kara. She then rested her elbow on her thigh before turning to meet Kara's eyes. "You've dug a hole years in the making, querida. I don't think there's anything I can say that will help assuage your guilt enough to get through this. And frankly, I wouldn't want to do that anyway. Not really my style."

Kara's bottom lip jutted out into a petulant pout, but she didn't dare look at Andrea.

"What's the worst thing that can happen if you confessed?"

Kara looked aghast. Andrea simply rolled her eyes.

"Just answer the question."

"I lose her for good because she hates me, thinks I'm ruining her life. And then I proceed to ruin the best friendship I've ever had."

"So you're just, what? Masochistically edging yourself by losing her a little bit each time? You've been carrying this secret for so long, it's practically your identity. Doesn't that sound insane to you?"

Kara looked away. "It's pathetic."

"Very."

"So, what? I should just tell her? Hey, been in love with you the whole time. Sorry I was too chicken shit to not say anything until now, when you're happily married to a man with an accent and a full head of hair."

Andrea chuckled before granting Kara a gentle squeeze of her shoulder. "Well, do you even want to tell her?"

"I did, once. When she got back from a conference, we were gonna have our regular hang out. But then she came back with her 'old friend' Jack who ended up staying in town. Lost my nerve. Never got it back again."

"Well, not like you've done anything to get it back, in fairness."

"You have a really shitty way of making me feel better."

The other woman simply shrugged. "My therapist and I agree that consoling others isn't one of my strengths."

"You go to therapy?"

Andrea tilted her head. "I think the fact that that's what you got out of all of that shows you aren't paying attention."

Kara focused her eyes on her fingers picking at the knee of her slacks.

"Alright," Andrea began. "So what's the best case scenario?"

"What?"

"The best case scenario. You tell her and then what?"

Kara shut her eyes for a second, the images of her dreams and fantasies clear as day in her mind, many that have ran through her thoughts for years that they play like old tapes, well-worn and well-loved. When she opened her eyes, Andrea was looking at her intently. "She feels the same way I do. She wants to be with me. We get married. We live happily ever after. We keep the apartment in the city but then buy a house on the coast. Adopt three dogs."

"You can have that with anybody else, you know."

"Yeah, I know." She opened her eyes. "But I want it with her."

Andrea stared at her before taking a deep breath, an audible exhale before she rose to her feet with a shake of her head. Yeah, definitely pathetic.

—

She huffed in calculated breaths, sweat soaking her sports bra and tank top while she shadowboxed her reflection in the mirror in front of her. Her fists curled tightly as she jabbed an invisible opponent, avoiding equally invisible punches her way. Her feet danced in place as she exhaled her counting: one-two, one-two.

Despite the precision of her external movements, her mind was in deep chaos—thoughts warring with each other and anxieties flaring up as she valiantly tried to make sense of her feelings. She hated herself for letting her feelings and emotions for Lena go this far for this long. She punched the air harder at each of her regrets, the tension in her muscles as she contracted and expanded them. She could have nipped her feelings in the bud, cut her losses and moved on with someone else. She even thought about how maybe it wasn't the worst thing in the world if she confessed, if things were truly out in the open. But she was also so deathly afraid of the look that Lena would give her if and when she found out. Kara simply was not ready to face that inevitability.

Pushing her body to failure, Kara dropped her arms to her sides and gasped for breath, her lungs and her muscles on fire at having exhausted herself to the limits. She caught sight of her reflection: her chest red and heaving, baby hairs plastered against her forehead, her body glistening with sweat.

Kara fell on one knee and then on all fours, her lungs burning as she tried to get her breathing under control. She plopped down onto the ground, turning at the last minute so she laid on her back and stared at the nondescript ceiling. She'd made a mess of things for herself, she knew, and if she didn't sort out herself soon, it was only going to get worse.

—

Kara missed Lena. After three weeks of the most restrained and tense conversations via texts that they have had in years, Kara broke. She realized that this whole charade had only made her antsy, jumpy, and altogether moody. This was one solution, but it wasn't the solution and she knew that she needed to rein everything back in and figure out a different way to get over her best friend.

So with shaking fingers and a heartbeat running a mile a minute, she opened the text thread with Lena and asked if Lena wanted burgers or sushi for their Friday lunch coming up the next day.

The fifteen minutes of waiting just about drove Kara crazy, but when she found the three dots appearing at the bottom of the screen, she could only hold her breath.

Lena: Surprise me

Kara: You got it! I'll order our usuals and even put in an order for Jess.

Lena: That's sweet, she'll appreciate that.

Kara: Alright, I'm gonna get some sleep now but I'll see you tomorrow!

Lena: Goodnight, Kara

Kara: Night

Kara carried the bags of takeout in hand and made her way with great ease to Lena's office before making herself at home. She knocked and peeked her head in with a small smile, holding out the bag for Lena to see. Lena who remained seated at her desk holding the phone by her ear, giving Kara a wide grin and pointing at the seating area.

Dutiful, Kara quietly made her way towards the familiar white leather sofa and slowly unpacked their lunches, careful of the parchment and paper bag from crinkling too much. She knew that the sound probably wouldn't have disturbed Lena, but Kara was nervous. She'd kept herself at bay from her best friend knowing she could never reveal her own issues to the very person it pertained to, but that had put her in such an uncomfortable place that she knew she had to do something different.

She'd just taken her burger out of her own bag when Lena approached.

"Hi, darling, so happy to see you." Kara smiled brightly even as guilt lurched inside.

"Hey," she said, beginning to stand, but Lena simply waved her off. "Got you your favorite."

Lena beamed as she sat beside Kara, a familiar close but not touching distance between them. Enough for Kara to feel the warmth emanating from Lena beside her. "Thank you. I would have taken the sushi, but with the morning I've had, I'm kind of glad that you got Big Belly today."

"Lucky thing, then," she said, her burger held up in mid-air as she watched her best friend unwrap her own burger, hands expertly holding the wrapper so as to avoid any of the mess dripping on her. When Lena returned her gaze, Kara smiled. "Bon appetit."

They quietly ate, remarking on their food and making small talk. Kara updated Lena of some projects she was working on and some gossip around her office, and Lena mentioned some initiatives L-Corp wanted to take on, updating her about Lillian and Lionel's upcoming trip overseas for vacation, and Jack's ongoing business deals.

"He's been going back and forth between here and London, courting backers for his company's launch. I think I've seen him a total of a week or so just this past month."

"Oh, I hadn't realized he'd been away so much."

"Yeah," Lena sighed, rubbing at her temples. "It's fine, though. I understand courting backers and investors all too well."

"Right. Well, that's cool. Sorry you've been missing him," she said, meaning it.

"Thank you, Kara. Like I said, I understand the hustle required to get investors. Even after inheriting an existing company, investors are a fickle, greedy bunch."

She laughed along as Lena steered the conversation to other topics, Kara getting the impression that Lena most likely hadn't wanted to talk about her husband. Eventually, their lunch hour neared its end and Kara began making her way towards the door when Lena placed a hand on her forearm—the touch as if burning her skin.

"I'm so glad we were able to make lunch happen," Lena said.

"Yeah, I—me too. I know I had to bail on the last couple ones." She ducked, not quite meeting her best friend's eyes.

"I had wondered what was going on."

Kara's lips tugged down into a frown, her brows scrunching in concern. "What do you mean?"

Lena bit her lip and shook her head. "I'm not sure what's going on, but I've missed you, Kara. I know our schedules can get hectic, so I wanted to give you your space these last few weeks. I just wanted to make sure that you're okay. That we're okay."

Kara's heart wanted to escape her chest, and she hoped that the hand still on her forearm couldn't detect the speed of her beating heart. She ached inside at putting Lena through this whole ordeal, now a charade she must perform just to keep up appearances.

"I'm sorry, Lena. I didn't mean to worry you. We're okay. More than."

"Promise?"

She nodded, using her free hand to gesture a cross over her heart before she gave Lena her best smile. "Cross my heart. I'm sorry that I've made you doubt that. I've just kinda been busy with work and some personal stuff."

"Personal stuff?"

"Yeah, but I'm dealing with it."

That response didn't seem adequate for Lena whose brows remained scrunched up. "Anything I can help with?"

Kara opted for some honesty, this time, and shook her head. "No, I'm afraid not. It's just something from my past I should've dealt with a long time ago. But thank you for offering. This is just…this is something I have to handle on my own. All I need from you is to keep being the best friend I know and love. Cool?"

Lena didn't say anything at first, her teeth digging into her bottom lip as if she wanted to say something more, though the relief in her eyes were apparent. Instead, she nodded her head and gave Kara a shy smile. "Alright. If you're sure."

"I am."

The smile on Lena's face was brighter and more assured, so Kara mirrored it as best as she could. It was the least she could do.

—

She'd agreed to go antiquing with Lena later that same weekend, a call from Lena inviting her on Sunday morning. The 'no' was on the tip of her tongue, but with how Friday had gone, she hadn't wanted to disappoint Lena or make her friend worry further. Naturally, Lena had noticed that she had become distant and even went so far as to consider owning up to blame she didn't deserve. Kara knew that she had fix that immediately because this was her problem to contend with.

So here she stood in another antique store, trailing after Lena whose eyes critically scanned the room for furniture items that she may have wanted to furnish the apartment she shared with her husband. It should be him there with Lena, but he'd been called to a meeting last minute that he apparently couldn't get out of.

Kara hadn't wanted to think of his loss as her gain, but she couldn't deny that she loved all of the one-on-one time that she and Lena spent together. She liked Jack, he was the best kind of guy that Kara would have chosen for Lena herself if her own foolish heart hadn't gotten in the way. So she knew that Lena would be well taken care of. But it made her giddy to spend the time with Lena that she hadn't been able to due to her own dumb decisions.

It did make her wonder though that he'd been absent more and more, no doubt trying to build a business from the ground up—a sacrifice that she understood he had to make to help ensure a future with Lena. Still, an itching worry scratched at the back of her mind that she couldn't shake off. She didn't even know what her worry was about or where it stemmed from, simply chalking up her anxieties at her own treacherous heart for having abandoned Lena over the passing weeks.

When Kara texted Andrea about what she was doing that Sunday after getting a brunch invite just after Lena asked her to hang out, she picked up the call from Andrea after the first ring.

"You really think this is a good idea?"

"She's my best friend. Lena was looking forward to going antiquing or whatever and Jack bailed because of some, I don't know, work stuff. I can't leave her hanging."

Kara could only imagine the eyeroll that she knew Andrea was giving her from the other end of the line.

"You know, for someone so cowardly in their risk-taking, you sure lack a sense of self-preservation."  Then Andrea hung up and left Kara staring at her phone.

"What do you think about this?" Lena's voice broke through her reverie from across a dining showroom. She was pointing at a rattan buffet sideboard beside her.

Kara scrunched her face and gave Lena two thumbs down. Lena simply laughed and shook her head before walking away, the sound and image of Lena's happiness lingering in Kara's eyes as she rushed to follow after her.

She found a low and wide bright orange sofa and plopped down onto it, her body practically melting as she laid on the comfortable cushions.

"Huh? Whaddaya think?" she asked, her head lolling against the sofa's back.

Lena rolled her eyes. "Kara, that's atrocious."

"Okay, so it looks like I fell into a massive vat of orange soda, but come lay on it. It's softer than it looks."

When her best friend didn't budge, Kara simply patted the seat beside her. "Come on. It's even in your price range." For good measure, she waggled her eyebrows as if to prove a point despite knowing that purchasing every single item in this store would barely make a dent in her best friend's fortunes.

Lena giggled then and slowly made her way to the empty spot beside Kara. She mirrored Kara, her head resting on the back and the two of them staring at one another amidst giggles.

"I think my eyes hurt even more when it's so up close."

Kara giggled and stared at Lena's eyes, the two of them sitting cozily beside one another.

"Just use this for all your naps. Your eyes don't have to be open for that."

"You're ridiculous. I'm not getting this couch."

"I am ridiculous, but I at least need you to accept the fact that it's very comfortable."

"Fine, I will concede that it's nice to sit on."

"It'll go great in that study of yours. Perfect for those naps you pretend to not take."

"Kara…this couch is ugly as sin."

"And sinfully comfortable."

The laughter that poured out of Lena was one of the many things she loved about the other woman, and she would do anything to be the cause of that, to keep making sure that Lena had joy and happiness in her life. Even if Kara couldn't express herself in the way that she wanted.

"I'm not getting this couch."

She hummed, getting up and extending a hand that Lena took with a gentle smile. "The day is young, Lena Luthor."

They perused the rest of the store and spent another forty-five minutes trying out different couches and chairs, but in the end, the ugly bright orange couch won out. With a triumphant smile, she beamed when Lena relented and told the employee that she'd be taking the abysmal couch before filling out delivery information.

When they walked out, Lena was still shaking her head even as Kara laughed and laughed.

"Oh, don't be so smug."

"I can and I will. You just bought the ugliest couch in there."

Lena gasped and pinched Kara's side, but Kara was more than happy to accept her punishment if it meant that she could see Lena happy and carefree like this. No matter what emotions spurred inside of her, she knew she couldn't give up seeing Lena at her happiest.

—

When they got back into the city, they stopped by Noonan's for a quick coffee pickup, the two of them sitting outside on the patio. After they got situated in their seats and passively watched the people passing by, Lena invited her to the apartment, but Kara simply declined.

"Oh? Hot date?" Lena asked.

"Uh, definitely not. It's just Andrea. We're, uh, hanging out later."

Lena donned a contemplative frown. "Kara, forgive me for prying, but are you sure that you two aren't, you know, dating?"

She scoffed. "No, no. We're definitely not dating."

"I just feel like you've been spending an awful lot of time with her. Which is great, Andrea is a friend, but I'll understand if that's why you haven't been around as much. You know you can tell me anything." Lena leaned forward, elbows on the table.

"We hook up sometimes," she mumbled, the words coming out of their own volition.

"Oh."

"Yeah, is that—sorry, is that weird? I know she's your friend and there's some vague history she never expanded on back in the day…"

"That's not weird, Kara. Whatever youthful experimentations she and I had are long behind us."

"Right."

"Since when?" Lena asked, her fingers tapping the side of her cup.

Kara made a face. "Uh, the wedding."

"The wedding. My wedding? You two had sex at my wedding?"

"Um, kinda?"

Lena offered her a smile, but Kara noticed how tight-lipped it appeared. "And you two—since then?"

She nodded after sipping her coffee just to wet the dryness of her mouth.

"That's been months, Kara."

She scratched the side of her head. "Yeah, it just kinda happened."

With pursed lips, Lena studied her for a second before taking a sip of her own coffee, her fingers never once stopping against the side of her cup. "I didn't think you were one for casual hookups like that."

"I'm not. But…" What could Kara say here without revealing her hand, without confessing her feelings that she'd only done it to fill the void of what that wedding had done to her heart, to her psyche. That she sought the solace of a woman who knew her innermost secret and flayed it open on display and offered her a distraction. That she made a woman cum with the strength and skill of her hands and tongue and wished it had been the woman sitting in front of her now instead.

She trailed off and Lena chuckled, erroneously filling in Kara's silence with her own assumptions. "I get it, Kara. It's fine. You two are very attractive and very single people. It's understandable."

"You think I'm attractive?"

Lena gave her a playful glare. "Don't push your luck. She's clearly the better looking of the two of you."

"What?! You're ranking me second behind that meanie?"

"Did you just call her a…meanie?"

"Yeah, she's kind of a bully, actually. She teases me a lot." Teases me about you, she thought. "Calls me Pulitzer and stuff. She's actually a brat. But the sex is good, at least."

Lena observed her for a second before taking another sip of her drink. "At least."

Just then, her phone chimed again.

"Sorry, Lena. I gotta get going. She wants to go to this swanky bar downtown and I should probably get ready."

Despite how the last few weeks had gone between them with Kara never initiating their conversations, it was she who initiated the hug between them, her arms wrapping around Lena's waist as Lena's arms locked around her neck.

"I'll talk to you soon?" she asked when they parted, Lena's hands sliding down her arms and giving her biceps a gentle squeeze.

Lena nodded. "Of course."

She walked away and offered her best friend the most genuine smile as they parted by their table. She brought the phone to her ear when the phone chimed a text from Andrea.

"You're such a freakin' bitch," she muttered on the phone only to hear Andrea's amused laughter on the other end of the line.

Consumed in her phone call with Andrea, she hadn't seen Lena's scrutinizing gaze linger on her from where she sat.

[incorrect-supercorp]

Lena, trying to ask Andrea out: Would you like to stay for dinner?

Kara: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?

[dancedance-resolution]

joining in on this ask game i saw @localspacelesbian do :)

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

i originally started listing all wips, even long abandoned ones, but reached number 53 (sob) before i decided to have mercy on us all and only list the ones that are either active or only loosely abandoned :) here we go:

beards to lovers hellstar fic

zava hair braiding fic

zava hysterical literature au

Morning show fic

Slow burn kasey musgraves fic

CHFTL FIC

andante - supercorp dwts au

slutty fic

connect the dots tiddy freckles

kara's name fic

lena pant allergy. pwp but minimal plot.

pwp jingled your bells

superrojas ring devil doorbell

no-pressure tagging @c-nan, @appropriatelystupid, @flyingpotstickers, @autisticlenaluthor, @unsung-mangoes, and anyone else who wants to do this !! :)

[obliviouskara]

im back in my superrojas hyperfixation again can a really creative and super talented author/fic writer also hyperfixate on superrojas or andrea/kara and start making like fics of them again? bc i really really really really need it SO bad

[fyonahmacnally]

Thank you, @fazedlight! We appreciate you sharing the information. :)

Our Discord server for the @supergirlmayhem event will open sometime around December 15th. The participants will receive their invitation link to the server with their welcome email. It will definitely be the place to meet rarepair shippers alongside the bigger ships. Watch our socials for sign-up dates, they're coming soon!

Hi! I saw you linking a supercorp discord and that’s so awesome I will join asap but since I’m a multishipper I have to ask, do you know any other discord that’s welcoming to other supergirl ships? Especially for any other Lena ships what can I say I’m very weak for Katie and all the ladies 😂

Hey! I don't know of Supergirl discords that aren't supercorp-focused (though in my experience they're also friendly to other ships). Posting here in case any of my followers know.

Have you heard of @supergirlmayhem? They're a big bang event for all Supergirl wlw ships, and soon signups will open for writers/artists/betas. I think they plan to create a discord server for participants, that might be a good place to meet some other folks if you are interested in being a writer/artist/beta for some rarepairs!

Weakness for Katie is always valid 😌🥺❤️

[light-miracles]

In recent news, I'm finally writing the last chapter of that SuperRojas wip I started 4 years ago. Better late that never I guess