#taylor writes for supercorp she told me herself

[luthordamnvers]

And nothin' we say is gonna save us from the fallout And we know it's never simple, never easy Never a clean break, no one here to save me

You are the only thing I know like the back of my hand, and I can't breathe without you...

[mooosicaldreamz]

Have you listened to folklore yet?? Can you do commentary on all the songs??

it’s time.

THE 1

This song has a funny vibe in comparison with “I Forgot that You Existed” - it really sets a tone of calm, quiet vibes in comparison to the more bombastic stuff on Lover. Also this song is kind of a banger. It has a very gentle rhythm, like I’m in the sun in the woods and I’m in my hammock. I have a hammock now and I’m considering moving into it. “It would’ve been fun / if you would’ve been the one.” Also I love the “I had this dream you’re doing cool shit” - so fun, so sweet. Taylor said a curse word.

CARDIGAN

This song is proof to me that this album was produced by a Dessner because it has the same repetitive piano that I would say is a hallmark of National songs - it sounds a lot like “Light Years” to me. That song is, by the way, an absolute banger. This song? Fun! It’s an interesting metaphor, and an interesting way of saying the point of the song. And I think it’s much more grounded than some more old school Taylor metaphors of like fairytale stuff. “Tried to change ending / Peter losing Wendy.”

THE LAST GREAT AMERICAN DYNASTY

As we ALL KNOW, this song is about Taylor’s wonderful little house wherein the great Fourth of July celebration took place all over Instagram in the Red era. I googled it and it’s semi-biographical! I think it’s clear that Taylor is making commentary on her life on the Cape just as much as she is telling the story of this person, Rebekah Harkness. It’s an interesting piece of self-awareness to compare herself to an oil heiress who caused quite the stir in a segment of the world that is full of big stirrers (ie the Kennedys who I’m pretty sure she was neighbors with somewhere down the beach). I’m intrigued. She is having fun.

EXILE (FEAT BON IVER)

This will sound like absurd hyperbole but between Bon Iver and Taylor Swift, I’d be hard pressed to name two artists who have fucked up my life more. Getting to hear his beautiful baritone without layers of distress like he’s been rolling with lately is a gift. Thank you to Taylor Swift. “I can see you staring, honey / like he’s just your understudy / like you’d get your knuckles bloody / for me.” VIBEZ???? ARE WE VIBING????? I AM VIBGIN!!!!!! “Those eyes add insult to injury????”” BANGER!!! IT’S A BANGER.  THAT BREAKDOWNN!!!! LET’S ROLL!!!! LET’S GET FUCKED UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m PUTTING THIS ON SO MANY PLAYLISTS!!!!!!!!!!

MY TEARS RICOCHET

LET’S GET EMO !!!!!!!! You know, just recently I was discussing with Lynne (or myself? I talk to myself about Taylor a lot) about how she’s gonna go on her like farewell tour when she’s 50-60 or whatever and it’s gonna be all these low-down sexy baller mixes, like when Cyndi Lauper did her greatest hits cover release (it’s a banger!). This album is just an excuse for her to sing in her low register. God, I’d die for her. I love how sad this is. I have too many favorite lines. “I didn’t have it in myself to go with grace / ‘cause when I’d fight, you used to tell me I was brave / And if I’m dead to you why are you at the wake?” ALSO “And you can aim for my heart, go for blood / But you would still miss me in your bones.” OKAY HONEY!!!!!!! This is a clear Supercorp song. Since I know this is why you are asking. Start here for fic titles.

MIRRORBALL

Oh, okay, Taylor went to the woods and listened to Ryan Adams, Bon Iver, and just fucked around and made shoe gaze pop? What kind of talent!!!! Her last album was premium pop. Why is she like this. This song is very interesting. It’s very sweet. The phrasing on “tallest tiptoes / highest heels” oh my God. I love this song. I might cry.

SEVEN

Another absolute National-style production, God, we are living in my dream world on this album. “I’ve been meaning to tell you / I think your house is haunted / Your dad is always mad and that must be why / And I think you should come live with me / and we can be pirates.” WHAT A JOKE. WHAT A JOKE!!!!!!! What a beautiful portrait of childhood. There’s a scene in Spring Awakening (the musical, I can only assume now that Taylor is a big fan), where they talk about playing pirates when they were younger and now everything is tragic. “Are there still beautiful things?” It shouldn’t be that easy bro.

AUGUST

This, like “Seven” is an Antonoff production, which is just vibes. The dreaminess. We are vibing. As much as I am inclined to hate the line, “August slipped away like a bottle of wine” it is phrased so well and delicately that it comes across more dreamy than wine mom memey. I also just want to say that I bought the OG vinyl and the “meet me behind the mall” vinyl and after hearing the song that it comes from it’s a vibe. This is obviously a teenage romp song, which is really great because obviously Taylor wrote about being a teenager in love when she was a teenager and wrote about like, the classic world-ending Romeo and Juliet style fairytale. But this is….”meet me behind the mall.” Which is such an adult perspective on what being a teenager is. It’s so wonderful to see that artistic depth in an artist we’ve literally watched grow.

THIS IS ME TRYING

I feel like this is the depression song that should have been on Reputation but was so out of step with the rest of the album between it’s thunderous anger / thunderous oh-shit-I’m-into-this-dude that they couldn’t work it in. And it doesn’t quite vibe with Lover either…this whole song is GREAT. It’s very depression 101. It makes me cry also. “They told me all of my cages were mental / so I got wasted like all my potential / and my words shoot to kill when I’m mad / I have a lot of regrets about that.” I LOVE the way she sings “I have a lot of regrets about that.” Also “and it’s hard to be at a party / when I feel like an open wound.” Absolute banger.

ILLICIT AFFAIRS

I feel we should give this song the true banger status because Taylor wrote a song about a girl who is the other woman and it’s empathetic. God, we love progress. This song also does a good job of being about the other woman, but also has a little more universal appeal. I know when I heard this I was like, “oof, okay, I don’t miss being 16.”  The word mercurial is used in this song.

INVISIBLE STRING

Not to get too emo about it, but this song is adorable and it’s messed up that she wrote it. The idea behind it that I think must be fairly common for people who are in love, that their lives have unique crossover moments, and there’s this hope/want to believe that you were always going to end up in this place because of all those connections? That’s kind of a complex thing (imo) to express. And she WROTE IT!!!! God. If I were Joe Alwyn I would cry every day.

MAD WOMAN

The fact that Taylor would ever attempt to make me believe this is not about Scooter Braun is insane. I love this song. Proof of concept that you don’t need to yell to show how mad you are.

EPIPHANY

This song is sad. But very interesting. I don’t think I’ve ever heard her write anything like this. I think the back half of this album is a little more experimental.

BETTY

I’m not sure what I’m expected to say here. I know that this song is not actually gay. But I don’t care. It’s country twang from a boy’s perspective and you know what? We’re taking it. We are taking it for ourselves. But also, I love that she chose to write this weird “teenage love triangle” set of songs and that she chose to write none of them from like, her perspective? Right? “August” is James cheating on Betty, “Illicit Affairs” is the other woman, and this is James…when Taylor was 17 she would have written this song from Betty’s perspective. And that’s what we would have got. There’s real growth in storytelling here, and a real interest in expanding the canon of what she’s writing about. It’s really great to see an artist do that. Also the way she sings “The worst thing that I ever did / was what / I did to you.” This whole song is a masterpiece. I hate her.

PEACE

I just learned that Joe Alwyn is a Pisces. I am A PISCES. TAYLOR!!!! WE COULD BE TOGETHER.

I love the “I talk shit with my friends / It’s like I’m wasting your honor.” This song is so adult. She’s in like. Real love bro. BRO. I AM HAPPY FOR HER. BRO!!!!!!

HOAX

I am interested in why this is the last song on the non-deluxe version of the album. I don’t have a lot to say about this but that it reminds me of Wuthering Heights. Also if you wanted to get emo this is probably a good SC song.

[16th-cornelia-street]

just a jumbled mess of stream of consciousness thoughts while listening to folklore: (alos heads up i don’t know any of the song names so i’m just going mostly with the lyrics that stood out to me. but it is mostly in order of the songs as they play out.)

I remember when first listening ot lover thinking how melancholy all th songs were. i don’t feel it as much anymore, it just must have been my state of mind at the time. but listening to the first two songs of folklore i’m getting that feeling again and i don’t feel its going to go away. haven’t listened to rest of this ,but hte wishing and longing for htings to go back to how they were seems like its going to be the theme of this album

song after american dynasty gave me chills. that guys voice: beautiful.

same song gives me vibe of this is last time on red, which is a good song, couple having conversation about not listening to each othe rand feeling like neithe is being heard and thngs are falling apart. its my sisters favorite song on that album wonder how she’ll feel about this one.

mirror ball song makes me think of that dress she wore to award show for lover. and remember when joe and taylor posted that wine photo i wonder if thats the day they were working together on the song peopel theorize he worked with her on.

because i like to crazy theorize what if the three love sotry is about forbidden love stories both taylor and the cowriter had not together but with other people. i’m just in writing mode so creating all kinds of wild theories.

mirror ball also gives vibes of miss americana how she just wnats to be liked and shows various aspects of herself ot be accepted and the ball showing the viewer various aspects of themselves reminds me of how the fans talk about seeing themselves in her writing, parts they didn’t know aobut or parts tehy don’t show others. how they see thsemlves in her songs so in a way she is a mirorball to her fans not just her lovers.

folksong song sounds like a first love childhood before the singer learned to what was proper and accepted how to act like a “lady” back when her love was wild adn free pacing up her dolls and swaeter (cardigan) so they could run away together and be free in teh way they wanted to be. 

sometimes its easier to talk about aspects of ourslves by putting on othe people on othe stories slipping in fiction with truth so no one knows what was real or imagined (august)

august gives me back to december vibes.

man taylors vocals this album just i’m so speeechless so many ways she’s never sung before, a new side of her and her vocals so haunting nad beaitiful and breathy its enchanting. i don’t know how to describe it.

it doesn’t have ot be an affair to feel this way to feel like the perosn you’ve broken up with is someone you’ll never find agan never feel that way agin with who created worlds with you and then tears them all apart hwne they leave you.

invisible string i take it this is from male perspective talking about a girl and not realizing at time tehy liked you back and finding connnection years later. that yes they did like you.

gold string and dive bars gives me reputation feels.

really liking all the instrumentals in teh scong calm and soothing of course becauase thats the theme but i like that taylor changes up her sound each album not alwaysa rocky or poop or coutnry, its nice ot get the narrative beauty that is taylor but have the story told in different genres, if you will

when i saw that hte album was explicit i was like taylor is going to say the f word and when she id i was not ready for it espcialy with teh full sentence i think she said of mouth-f so ya that was boht unexpected and jarring and...wow, taylor. when you decide to use that word you go all in. good for you.

madwoman seems like sequal to the man. the man’s “crazy” sister

does he beat kind of pick up at the end of madwoman, either i was getting anxiety or the beat picks up when its just the insturmentals to give it a kind fo manic feeling

ther is a lot of mention fo dead nd peopel wishing someone was dead and funeral.s are you okay taylor. i just need to chck in with you.

the song about the soldier is giving me soon you’ll get better and will probably end up being the song i skip the most like all taylors songs about her mom becuause i can’t always handle those  feels.

betty’s garden. james girl drives up in car talk abou summer i was thinking august the whole tiem that maybe this song is tied to august song liek she said three songs tie togtehr in love triangle so that confirms it so is the third song the one about running away togetehr with suitcase of dolls and sweaters?

idk why as soon as i saw taylor message about love triangles i didn’t think the usual he loves her but she loves him, i was thinking he loves her and she loves her and she loves him. like a circle but it guess th twoudln’t amek ti a triangle then. but was totally thinking forbiddne and secret love and not realizing that she actaully liked you while you wer in love with her best friend. idk. i’m a mess.

sometimes i when i listen to taylor i think her voice hasn’t changed i listen to old songs and they basically sound the same but this album you really get to see her range and a new side of her voclas and tones and its nice ot hear the old and new together working togteher to make this album. 

okay this song cardigen is giving me vibes but then thers is the laughter at the end that pervades the cardigan song so betty garden seems tied to that.

bety garden is like book when he arrived at party at end its like ia rrived at your paryt i ws like what what di she say how did she react.i need to know.

 idk i just rally like this album i know its different in a good way and its really i really like the storyteller in me is squeeling.

brittle heart seems like a mess of phrases when first impresion but listening closer but its like youre trying searhcing for he word prhase thing syou need to say finding the right words finding the right combinaton of words either your own or someone else’s to get them to listen to hear you to accept you and let you be a part of their life.

hoax started and i knew it was the last song and it jsut felt like thigs wre getting starrted and alreayd its over. i’m not ready for it to be over. play it again sam.

edit; like this wasn’t long enough, here are more jumbled notes from the second listen.

unrequited love. missed opportunities. young love. mistakes taht could never be fixed.

what happesn when you take out all the prhases that seem out of place, like kissed two girls and lost the one. later in teh story you find out about james and him doing that and it seems like a hint taht he lost betty.

be a friend to all be afriend to none also seems out of palce seesm like taylor speaking from hr own experience

i can’t tell how much of this is narrative insertion? is that the word. and how much of it is just the narrative.

cardigan really feels lke this is betty’s song when he left for the summer and ruined everything.

he did come back to her but i don’t know feels like it might have been too late but maybe not. mixed readings on this one.

dynasty is a bop and i have many thoughts on it like that i love rebecca she is my life goals.

also get black widow vibes from her when couple dynasty with mad woman and teh idea that waht happend to the dog might have happened to her husband.

do you tay, you do you. ruin everything ebcause evertyhing is already ruined and its time they realized that and that its not really your fault.

not really any woman’s fault. 

some of the songs seem like they are about othe poeple but then likewith  lemony snicket it feels liek teh narrator is telling his own story in his own words or through the characters.

the couple fight song gives me miss americana nad heartbreak proince both as a romance and the current state of our country

ricochet what is that jumbled instrumental jazz mess that happeesn after the first mention fo her tears

sweet tea does it mention braids idk it just keeps giving me vibes of two girls in love but that could be because i’ve been on a supercorp writing stint.

the insturmentals just take you to another plane of existence

mentions a girl and talks about guys she gives their babies present (strign song) don’t know what to make of this song. gives me many feelings and so much to unpack

where is centenial parrk and do they ahve a yogurt stand there where someone worked. it makes me wonder if songs about not realizing how many times your paths crossed with someone utnil the moment you finally collide and have your first official encounter

mad woman almost seems like its tied to american dynasty hinting at the reasons she went mad after her husband died

when i heard mouth f*ck in madwoman i had teh same reaction as i did when i heard taylor sing “only bought this dress so you could take it off” in dress. adn i am reminded yet again, our girl is growing up. is grown up. she says fu and everything.

betty’s gardne mentions being 17 and not knowing anything and in cardigent we were young and they said we don’t know anything like she was calling BS on his excuse. you knew exactly what you were doing

btrittle heart maybe its like snatches of conversations memoires of meoments togteher things that were said that wer promised that weren’t said things you wanted to say

hoax mentions number one bringing it all back to the first song

[theragingthespian]

Hi! I love your stories. So much. And I was just thinking, if you find the inspiration and when you have time, maybe you could write more Drunk!Kara? Because is so precious and adorable and hilarious and also sweet. Maybe it could be that some alien's defense mechanism works like a sort of drug on her and the effects are a lot like she's drunk? Extra points if it Supercorp but feat. Alex, Maggie, and whomever you'd like :) oh, Cat! Cat too. Pretty please

i send you the sun 

“And what did you say was wrong with her?”

Kara frowns. Leans forward and tries to wiggle her shoulders between the two seats. The seats groan and then there’s a hand pushing her back, “ease up Kara. She’s older.”

Well, that’s stupid. “It’s a car.”

Alex chances a quick look back at her, warm brown eyes worried. “The alien released chemicals that are-”

“They make her drunk?” Maggie interrupts bluntly.

“Toxic,” Alex finishes, eyeing Maggie before dipping her head and, “but yeah. That works.”

Which is ridiculous. She’s not- she scratches at her arm, looks out the window and the nice sky and bright stars and lights and- what was she? She’s not drunk.

“Yeah, sure Kara.” Maggie tosses a bag at her. It slaps her in the chest, falls down to her lap. They both stare at it for a long minute which feels way longer than a minute should, and she’s still not sure if humans have a name for those minutes that feel like two minutes.

She stops.

Besides just saying two minutes.

“Okay, thought you were going to catch that but-”

“You know what’s toxic,” she starts, ignoring Alex’s groan as she squeezes the bag, watching slowly as it burst and squints down at the crumbs in her hand. “What was this?”

“What do you,” Maggie stops as she turns around in her seat. “It was a muffin.”

“Oh.” She’ll mourn it later, but the crumbs are fair game. She scoops a few into her hand, and yeah, okay, that didn’t taste like anything. “Toxic!” Alex curses and grips the wheel tightly at her shout. “Toxic is toxic, y’know?”

“Um.”

Maggie is giving her a confused look and Alex keeps looking in her rearview mirror and shaking her head which obviously means to continue. “Give me the- the music um.” She waves her hands, thinks of the crystals on Krypton that held pictures and music and plans. Pictures of-

She stops that thought, finds it all too easy with the way her thoughts are floating around. Slipping out of her grip. “The um,” she shuts her eyes tight, can picture it but oh, there’s so many different names for it and-

Alex reaches back to press the iPod in her hands, fingers tapping at the back of her hand. “You there?”

“Yes. Thank you. This- I needed. Now,” she says, scrolling through Alex’s music, “Toxic is toxic.”

Maggie snorts as soon as Britney Spears’ voice begins to sound from the speakers. “Is this your ipod?”

“No,” Alex cuts.

“Yeah it is.” Alex shushes her, but it is Alex’s ipod. Maybe she just forgot. Kara sits up proudly, “It’s hers.”

She’s a great sister. The best. A good sister wouldn’t let her sister lie to her girlfriend by an accident. Alex’s heartbeat sounds skittery, almost nervous when she listens closely.

“It is.” Maggie laughs, loud and full and it’s nice. The smile on Alex’s face says she thinks so too. That’s nice. “What else you hiding Danvers?”

“Nothing!”

“She has Taylor Swift too.”

“Kara.” Alex hisses it out, and alright, she doesn’t sound too happy, but that’s dumb really. She’s in the car and Maggie is in the car, and that’s like, Alex’s top three favorite people right there.

Wait.

She holds up her fingers, shaking them when they’re blurry, but oh, that makes it worse.

She hunches forward, pressing against the console. The cold leather feels nice against her cheek.

Fingers settle at her temple and then slip through her hair. Alex, she thinks, but Alex’s hands are on the wheel.

She runs through her memory, tries to figure out when Alex got three arms or if it’s always been there. Did she just not notice? Do her clothes have an extra sleeve? If they don’t, they should. It would be uncomfortable without it.

She would make extra sleeves for Alex and her somewhat new but maybe always there additional arm.

“God, she’s rocked isn’t she?” Maggie. It’s Maggie’s fingers working their way through her hair, tapping at the back of her neck as she carries out the motions. A sigh builds up in her chest at something to focus on past the buzzing in her ears, on her skin.

She leans her head further into Maggie’s hand. “Thank you.” When she peers up, Maggie’s smiling softly down at her, and oh, the warmth in her chest stretches, expands, because Maggie’s smiling at her, and Alex is smiling at both of them and she loves them.

She would give them both hugs right now, but Alex had already gotten on her for manhandling the driver and I love you too but wait until we’re home, okay?

“No problem.” Maggie shifts her arm, hand gripping lightly at Alex’s elbow. “Lena said to call her when you have a minute.”

She loses track of Alex’s reply.

Somewhere between Lena and- yeah no, she froze at that.

“A date!” She throws herself back, hand dragging down her face, because oh gosh, did she- what time is it? “I had a date. Did I stand Lena up? But I can’t stand her up if I’m not even there. I never even sat down. Who’s standing? Not me.”

“What is she saying?”

Kara groans and bites down on her fist. They turn down the familiar street near her apartment, but Lena is probably sitting at a cold dinner waiting for her and-

L-Corp stands in the distance. Right where Lena would go if she was upset if someone- an awful someone, no good someone, a terrible, absolutely- left her alone at dinner.

“Kara, it’s fine. I called-”

She bolts out of the car.

(Later, Alex will get a very stern call from Eliza- not that she told or anything- and where did you even learn words like that?)

She runs into a stop sign once.

She keeps going though, because those are only for cars, right? She can’t get- get pulled or something just as stupid for running into one even if, now, it’s as mangled as it would be if a car ran into it but still.

She tries to inconspicuously run past the next officer she sees.

The guards at L-Corp all buck up when she sprints past, and she’s not sure if it’s because they know they can’t catch her or that they recognize her, but they settle back down almost immediately.

Jess merely offers her a small wave in comparison to hers as she darts past and shoves open Lena’s doors.

Lena’s heartbeat skyrockets as the doors slap against the walls and maybe, maybe that wasn’t the best entrance. “Sorry. I’m sorry.” She pauses, realigning the doors. “Well about that and,” she clasps her hands together and turns fully to Lena, “and for missing our date. I’m so, so-”

“Kara,” and she doesn’t sound angry- well, Lena never really sounds that way to her, maybe tired or upset or heartbroken which is just the worst of the worst but- right now, there’s a little amused smile playing on her face. “Alex told me you wouldn’t be able to make it hours before our reservation.”

“Oh.” She could hug Alex. Her and every single one of her arms. Twice. “I love Alex.”

“I know.” Lena tugs at her hand. Her mind may be fuzzy, but that’s Lena’s tell- it’s not a tell Kara- when she wants a hug or contact and Kara’s more than ready to scoop her up. So she does. Wraps her arms tight- not too tight, lightens her grip when Lena shifts- and snuggles closer. “What happened?”

“Oh it, the alien, um,” she tilts her head, tries to think back to Alex explaining it to her. Alex said she did it three times but she’s pretty sure that’s an exaggeration. She can’t remember. “It smelled funny.”

“It,” Lena scrunches up her face and oh, she can’t help but press closer to her at that, feels her chest tighten pleasantly at the sight. “Okay,” she says slowly, “You were supposed to be going home to rest. Alex let you come here?”

“Not exactly.” Now that she thinks about it, Alex’s heartbeat is a thunder in her ears which usually means Alex is scared or unhappy, and you know what? Probably both. “I think I’m in trouble.” Lena’s eyes widen at that. “Wait, not. Not alien trouble. Or trouble with aliens? Because I’m an alien. So alien trouble could still just be trouble for me, but not, not Supergirl trouble. I mean trouble. With Alex.”

Lena’s shoulders fall. Even further when she smooths her palms over them, cups Lena’s chin in her hands and feels her smile against her palm. “That’s almost worse, isn’t it?”

She taps a finger over Lena’s cheek. “I think so? Probably. But I was really sneaky getting here, so I have at least an hour until she finds me.” She closes her eyes, focusing on Alex’s heartbeat and clicks her tongue. It’s really close. Sets her on edge at the pace. Or maybe it’s Alex’s muttering about threatening to strangle a certain alien. It’s probably not her though. She hears her name and rethinks that. “Or five minutes. You know, same difference.”

“Not as furtive as you thought, are you?”

Escape. Figure out what Lena just said later. “We should fly now.”

Lena blanches. “Wait, Kara-”

She stops. Lena’s breaths shorten and she facepalms when she realizes why. Slaps herself in the face really. Lena winces at the smack and pulls her hand away. “I’m sorry I forgot you don’t like- you’re scared of flying.” Lena purses her lips and starts to speak. That stubborn way when she doesn’t want to admit something, so Kara offers before she can, “I am too. Or well, not scared. I don’t like airplanes. I assume helicopters too because the- the whoosh but.” She shrugs. “Planes fail. I saved Alex. From the plane. In the plane. I couldn’t just, just let her fall.” She freezes, because oh, maybe Lena doesn’t know. “I wouldn’t let you fall.”

Lena grins, big and slow.

Like the sunrise. Encompassing and takes all of her attention with it. Basks her in warmth.

“It’s okay though. I can find a place to hide here.”

So she does.

She grabs Lena and drops behind the couch, Lena making a noise of protest when she pulls her down with her. On her, Lena’s face falling into her shoulder before Lena presses up on her shoulders to sit up. Lena rubs at her nose and frowns down at her, “Next time, just ask before you yank me down.”

“I will ask to yank you down next time.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Shh,” she whispers at the footsteps sounding in the hall. Alex should learn to step easier.

Lena’s fingers grip her shoulders. “Kara, this isn’t exactly hiding.”

The doors open. She sucks in a breath, wiggling her fingers into Lena’s side when she sighs.

“What are you doing?”

Alex sounds shocked. Disgusted? A little. Maggie’s laughing like the time Alex caught them kissing in her kitchen but this is nothing like that. She’s hiding.

Very well, she should add.

“No, wait,” Lena looks down at her helplessly before glancing back at the others. A nudge at her shoulder and a very telling glance of do something clues her in. “It’s not what it looks-”

She can totally help. She’s not sure why Lena needs help, but she’ll always help.

“We were being sneaky,” she supplies. Lena’s hand covers up her mouth before she can say more.

“Yeah, that’s not exactly stealthy.” Maggie covers up a laugh with a cough, and she really should be better at that for a human, because Kara’s sure she can do it at least 67% more convincing than that. She’s super convincing. Or really convincing. The super part doesn’t affect her convince, her convincibility.

She squints. Is that a word?

“That’s not-” Lena huffs and presses off of her, murmuring a quiet thank you when she offers up her palms for Lena to press against. “Can you explain what happened?” Lena glances down to her, eyes soft that only soften more when she waves to her. “She couldn’t really tell me.”

Alex sighs. “An alien’s defense releases chemicals that are supposed to impair it’s target.”

“Well, she’s impaired Danvers.”

“I mean,” Alex places her hands on her hips, the typical I’m annoyed stance. “Luring in a false state of calm so it can- but Kara reacted differently.”

Oh good. Lena’s providing distraction. She’s the best. She almost shouts and claps, but that isn’t very quiet.

She’s very quiet though. The quietest.

She wiggles away from them on the floor, inches closer to the couch. A look back and they’re all still talking which gives the perfect opportunity for escape and no yelling and no Alex saying she can’t just jump out of cars. Again.

She shimmies underneath the couch, feels it come up on her back but they probably won’t notice it being a few inches off the ground. Totally overlookable.

“What is she doing?”

She freezes. Breathes slowly.

“Being sneaky.”

Lena? How could she? Traitor. She presses her face into the carpet and knocks her fist against it. How easily they all fall.

It doesn’t matter though. Target acquired, locked on. Whatever Winn yells into his headset.

The door is dead ahead and-

Maggie steps in her way. Hands and knees on the carpet to look under the couch. The same smile in place that makes her feel-

“You ready to go home?”

She scrambles out from the couch, Maggie pulling her. It’s nice. Even if it does nothing. The three of them all pressed close to her, hands outstretched if she needs help.

Home. She smiles.

“She’s burning up.” Lena’s jaw is pressed tight against her temple as they make their way up the stairs.

Kara smiles. Flaps her hand at Lena’s shoulder and bumps her head against hers. “You’re hot too.”

“Don’t start,” Alex warns at her side. “Step,” they both pull up on her arms as they move upward. “She’s just fighting it off. Burning it out of her system.”

“Or I’m just hot.” She presses her tongue to the back of her teeth, makes a sizzling noise that has Alex rolling her eyes and Lena laughing.

“The hottest.” Alex gags, but Lena’s pressing a warm kiss to her cheek, and oh, Kara can feel her lips curving upwards in a smile.

“Cool.” She stares down at her feet, tries to get one foot to raise, but it’s not until Alex and Lena lift that she can get it to the next step. “Hot. I don’t know. You’re hot.”

“Didn’t I say don’t start?”

“You call Maggie hot all the time,” she says in defense. Maggie’s hand at her back falters for a moment before there’s a laugh behind her.

“Really?”

“Oh yeah,” Kara nods. Does it again and oh, she’s falling. Hands tighten around her shoulders, waist, and she’s righted. “Last time, she got all teary eyed about it. It was weird.”

“I was drunk,” Alex snaps, “and someone promised not to tell.”

“Who?”

Alex and Maggie are going back and forth while Alex tries to open her door, but Lena’s warm against her and she feels her eyes starting to close.

“Darling,” fingers prod at her, tip up her chin and she smiles at the fondness in Lena’s eyes, smile. Drags her thumb across it. “Stay awake for just another minute and then you can go to sleep.”

“Promise?”

Lena’s hands clench.

“I promise.”

“Arms up.”

“And wave them in the air like I just- just.” She tips up her jaw, huffing into the fabric of her shirt when Alex tugs it over her head. “What’s the last part?”

“Don’t care.”

“I care. That’s why I’m asking.”

Alex blinks. “No, I mean- that’s what it is.”

“That’s what, what is?” Alex’s hand urges her forward as she pulls down the sheets.

“Go to sleep Kara. We’re having a talk about you and cars tomorrow when you’re feeling better.”

“Again?”

“Again.” She smooths her hair back, trying to distract her from the two fingers pressed to the inside of her wrist. Alex’s head bobbing every few seconds. “I love you.”

“I love you and your three arms.”

She laughs, leaning back on the bed beside her. Fingers slipping around hers immediately. “I’m not the alien in this family, Kara.” She glances to her before looking out, Maggie and Lena talking as they both try to coax the coffee machine to work. It won’t though. Only her and Alex know how.

They hit it.

She hums. “Family?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s nice.” She swallows. Does it again when her throat doesn’t do it quite right, feels tight. “Family. I love it. Them.”

“Yeah,” Alex sighs, and oh, Kara loves the content smile on her face. Loves how it’s only now that she knows that smile apart from Alex’s other ones. That she knows it even exists. “They’re pretty great, aren’t they?”

She’s sweaty.

Not the good workout kind, where the ache is almost as bothersome as it is pleasant. An accomplishment when she’s blown out her powers and pressed through. This is just the I’ve sweat all night and it’s gross.

She opens her eyes, sees the familiar curve of Lena’s neck and leans forward to press her lips against it. Fingers come up and slide through her hair, Lena’s lips quirking upwards.

“Good morning.”

“Morning,” she moves away from Lena just enough to allow air to get between them, winces when it feels like she’s peeling herself off of Lena. “I’m gross.”

“A little.” Lena huffs out a laugh when she throws her face into the pillow. “It’s fine. Not that different from usual.”

“Oh well, if it’s not that different.” She rolls back to Lena, makes sure to throw her arm and legs over her. “Good?”

“Perfect.” Lena reaches out her hand to grab her phone, ducking her head once she checks it. “We should get up. Alex said she’ll be here in twenty to go to the DEO so you can get checked out.”

“I’m fine,” she points out.

“Just a checkup.” Lena looks over her shoulder, “We’ll get breakfast afterwards.” It’s supposed to be enticing but she just buries her nose deeper against Lena’s hair until fingers pinch at her arm. “Up.”

“Or,” she grins and kisses the back of Lena’s neck, “that means we have twenty minutes to sleep in.”

Lena bites her lip like she’s thinking, but her hands come up to settle over hers against Lena’s stomach and Kara thinks a little proudly that she’s already won.

“What you said yesterday-”

“I can’t remember everything but I’m going to go ahead and apologize.”

“No.” Lena pauses. “Well, apparently you told Jess she had nice hands and hugged the guards on our way out but-” Lena shakes her head and turns so that they’re facing again. “About flying.”

She brushes her nose against Lena’s, fingers gripping the sides of her face. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

Lena’s hands flatten over hers, and oh, she’s smiling. That small one that usually means she’s not getting something. The one that makes her grin right back. “It wasn’t flying. It was that you couldn’t walk straight and I didn’t want either of us jumping off a balcony like that.” Lena’s fingers twist in her shirt and draw her closer. “I love flying with you.”

“I wouldn’t let you fall,” she repeats firmly.

Lena leans back, eyes bright in the morning sun and tossing her head back. “What a relief. Here I thought you’d-”

Lena’s fingers go slack on her back when she leans forward to kiss her. Clutch at her when she pulls away until she darts forward again, pressing her lips against Lena’s cheek, up to her temple, down to her nose. Her breath catching in her throat when Lena’s fingers slide to the back of her neck, holding her still before bringing them together again.

When her door opens and Alex- loudly, she’s so loud about it now- announces her presence, Kara grins against Lena’s lips and scoots away.

Lena peers over the edge of the bed when she flops off and onto the floor. Shaking her head when Kara just wiggles her eyebrows and winks.

Alex gasps, and Kara almost rolls her eyes for how worried it sounds. “Is she still- Kara?” As soon as Alex is close enough, she wrestles her to the ground. Making sure she’s easy enough for Alex to think she can get away and then swiping her feet from under her when she’s almost loose.

Kara snorts as tries to wiggle away from her. In vain when Kara presses her weight down on her. Maggie’s and Lena’s laughter fill the room and drown out Alex’s threats and cursing.

(It’s the warmest her home has felt.

With the sun pouring in and laughter and a hand clumsily swiping at her shoulder.

Heartbeats steady and comforting in her ear.)

She smiles. She wouldn’t let any of them fall.

(Besides, they’re the ones that help her fly.)

[luthordamnvers]

Hell was the journey (but it brought me heaven) Chapter 1 - Romance

Between new jobs, and fighting criminals and evil on a daily basis, one of the two does the brave thing and kisses the other, neither Kara or Lena is sure who did, but after that, their relationship is forever changed. For now, they decided to keep their romance a secret. Can they manage to walk the line between friendship and something more, without losing what made their bond special in the first place, and without anyone finding out?

OR, Supercorptober 2023 Prompts by KMSdraws

OR OR Taylor Swift writes her songs about supercorp, she told me herself, and I am here to prove it.

Read Chapter 1 on AO3