#themillsdaughter

[themillsdaughter]

a privilege I deprive myself of

Synopsis: you would rather chew glass than see Melissa yearn for something and not have it delivered to her. the thing, however, is that your life is a shitshow, and what was meant to be an act of kindness upends any effort you've made throughout the years to keep your feelings hidden.

or slightly insecure! Melissa and traumatized! reader in a Valentine's Day au inspired by this prompt.

Words: 3.9k

Warnings: Talks of body image.

Also, my first time dabbling in this fandom and character, so... Hope you like it!

This isn’t ideal.

Valentine's Day has never been your favorite. Truthfully, you think it’s only yet another excuse for Capitalism to suck some extra cash out of millions of pockets.

You’ve thought this your entire life, regardless of being in a relationship or not. The thing, however, is that you live in a capitalist society and escaping the emotional reliance on the holiday is damn near impossible. So, throughout the years, you’ve come to terms with at least doing something for partners on the day.

Well, that is, until you’d walked in your apartment one day and found your girlfriend straddling a woman you’d never seen before.

This year, you’re single, so the whole thing had just slipped into the background, a red and pink festival more than anything else, really.

“You’re not doing anything?” Janine had asked a few days before in the teachers' lounge, brow furrowed, pity shining in her eyes. Dear God. “You know, Galentine’s Day is really popular now.”

“Honey, I barely want to celebrate the day when I have someone. Why would I make a fuss now that I have an out?” You’d gone back to grading, trying your damnest not to roll your eyes.

“Well, Tariq used to be like that, too. Even though we were together. Sometimes he would forget and go on trips, and those times were pretty lonely… You know, with all the hearts and chocolate and candles and couples around. Not that that’s the case this year, you know. I’m with Maurice, and he’s super attentive.” Her uncomfortable fidgeting had made her chair squeak. As sweet as she is, she should really learn how to stop projecting. “Anyways, I just worry about you. I don’t want you to feel lonely.”

“I don’t.”

“She doesn’t.” Melissa had said, at the same time as you. Looking up from the papers, you’d shared a grin with her. “She has enough wondering thoughts to keep her company.”

Finally, you’d given into your urge and rolled your eyes.

So this really isn’t ideal.

“I think this one is too tight, though.” The voice coming from your phone said. You turned the heat from the stove down, placed a half-lid over the pan, and picked up the device from the counter. On the screen, you saw something that made you pull out a stool from your island and thank God that the woman on the other side of the line was too busy looking at herself in the mirror, brows furiously furrowed, to notice.

Melissa had her hair up in a messy bun, her old pair of glasses hanging in the middle of her nose, and a dark red dress on that stole the breath from your lungs.

The material was soft, with satin-like finish, puffy long sleeves, a square neckline that showed her cleavage to perfection and a skirt that hit her a few inches above her knees.

Nervously, her hands tried to smooth over the creases formed on the dress by her belly.

“Maybe I could wear some spanks” she sighed. “It’s too tight, right?” She turned back to where the phone was, asking you directly.

For a few seconds, you struggled to think of something other than ‘uh’ to say. Melissa is stunning and, in those moments, you wished you’d been braver back when you’d had the chance. Maybe, she’d be asking Barbara this, getting ready as a surprise for you, not for somebody else. 

In a breath, you swallowed that feeling, locking it away with all the ones of its kind, somewhere deep, deep in your soul.

“Hun? It’s too tight, isn’t it? Who the fuck do I think I am trying on something like this.” She’d taken your silence as disapproval, and if she only knew you’d only want to see that off of her if you’d taken it out yourself…

“Shut up, will you?” You finally said. “It’s gorgeous, it looks awesome on you.”

“Yeah?”

“It’s the nicest one of the bunch.”

“I don’t know if I have spanks short enough for it, though. And I need something to get this under control.” She pushed her belly in again, and it enraged you.

“Anyone who doesn’t find that hot is not someone you should listen to.” You said, holding back the rant that always appeared on the tip of your tongue when she said shit like this.

Honestly, the struggle of straight men to like women is mind-boggling.

“You might just be too gay for this.” Melissa snorted, going into her drawer in search of the spanks.

“Well, fuck you very much.”

She barked out a laugh, and you let go of your phone to stir the food you were cooking, glad for a break from the glory of the woman you did not love like that.

Which is yet another reason why this isn’t ideal.

You don’t really care for Valentine's Day, but on the morning of the 14th, Melissa had seemed off. You tried touching on the subject while you two got coffee, as weak as Abbott’s brew always was, however, Gary walked in in all of his mustached glory and her attention immediately shifted to him.

He’s her boyfriend, it’s Valentine's Day, it was only logical.

She gave him hint after hint, pushed her shoulders a bit back, highlighting her breasts just slightly, cocked her hips some while leaning against the sink, licked her lips more than usual, everything to get an ounce of attention back. The absolute idiot fussed over the vending machine, mumbled a few words to her, eyes not even moving in her direction, before leaving with a “see ya later” tossed behind him.

The look that had taken over her face then had made your heart sink.

“He’s been like this all week.” She said during lunch break in your car. “Barbara thinks he might be planning something, says he’s not cheating, but I don’t know… I tried fooling myself with getting the perfect outfit, getting my hair and my nails done, but he hasn’t mentioned any plans, and he’s been so fucking distant, he doesn’t even seem like himself. And I really can’t handle another Joe situation.” Taking the last bite of the Shepard’s pie you’d brought her, she leaned her head against the rest.

To nearly everybody else here, she shows her angry, reactive, gray side. It’s easier for her, something that still makes her an outcast, but firmly protects her inner-self. But some magical, all-powerful, incredible being out there had made it so you were the one she chose to show her other side to, the one that is not always confident, not in her worth or her looks or her ability as a teacher.

The one that loves so intensely it scares her, and the one that has so many scars she spends half her time trying to heal them, or, at the very least, stop them from bleeding all over the place and being visible to the outside world.

“What do you think?” She said, bringing you back to the inside of your 2010s Honda. “You’ve always been better at these things.”

“Do I think he’s cheating on you?”

She nodded.

“Well, first of all, if he is, he is an absolute deepshit who doesn’t know how to count his blessing for you even giving him the time of day.”

You looked into her eyes while you said it, and she turned her head after, staring at the Tupperware in her hands. You thought you saw a blush creeping up on her cheeks.

“But I don’t think he is. Hey, maybe he’s just seen Valentine’s Day for what it is!” You nudged her arm with the back of your hand. “Maybe you’re the one who has to get on board.”

She relented a smile then, but it didn’t last.

“Mel, I think you’ll just have to ride this one out. Wait until the end of the day, so then you can actually have a conversation with him. If he really forgot or if there’s really something wrong, you’ll find out, but, honestly, me? I think he might just have some goofy-ass surprise planned.”

Melissa nodded while keeping her gaze out the window.

There’s a beat, then another, and you thought perhaps you’d convinced her, and she was only taking some time to absorb it.

“You know, you may not feel lonely with this kind of stuff, but…” She paused, voice tired, heart bearing all those tender scars, “I think I’m more like Janine than I’d thought.”

So, hm, this isn’t ideal.

You’d be damned if you let a man who didn’t realize the one in a million he had found ruin Melissa’s day.

Even if Valentine’s Day was traumatic for you, even if it was silly and forced and the world would be better off without it, Melissa was Melissa, and she deserved everything she wanted out of life. You’d thought Gary would see it, but if he didn’t, it’s up to you, even with all your emotional limitations.

So you wrote a little card. Nothing much, just made out of a fancier piece of purple paper you’d had lying around the classroom, with a heart-sticker you’d found at the bottom of your purse decorating the front page. Inside, the note wasn’t all that special, just enough for her to know she would never be alone. That you loved her. That she’d always have you, even if one day she didn’t have anyone else. That she’s your favorite, and if she wanted to, you’d take her out for dinner yourself.

As a friend, of course. Truly.

The fact she made your chest inflate and your pressure drop and a flock of butterflies run a full marathon in your stomach were not things that were included.

After sending the students home, saying goodbye to everyone else (Gregory and his Legos, Janine and her designer bag she knew nothing about, Ava and her many flings and Jacob and his slam poetry), you’d walked to the lounge, where you’d seen Barb and Mel walking towards only a few minutes earlier.

On the way there, you’d seen a bouquet of gerberas discarded on the hallway floor. You’d wondered if a poor kid had gotten broken up with on that day of all days, or if the bouquet held any card of its own. You’d picked it up, deciding to bring it to the compost pile later.

You hadn’t realized how it looked until it had been too late.

“Hey, Mel, I have something for…” You’d started, rounding the corner to enter the room.

“I love you too.” She’d said, looking into Gary’s eyes. In a split second, you’d registered there was something off about her voice, something lacking.

And now here you are, in this less than ideal situation.

All three look at you, standing in the doorway with a card and flowers, calling after another person’s girlfriend. Shit.

“What do you have for her?” Gary’s hand tightens on her waist just so.

So, yeah. Not fucking ideal.

“Hey, look at that. I uh…actually forgot the… ah… The book I was lending you.” You mumble. Spinning on your heels, you walk as fast as humanly possible without breaking into a sprint.

Stupid-ass, invented, asinine holiday.

******

You’re more than half-way through a bottle of Merlot when your doorbell rings.

“Fucking finally!” You shout, jumping from your couch, your belly clenching painfully. Opening up your front door, though, your shoulders drop. “You’re not Postmates.”

“No, I am not. You know what else I also am not? Enjoying this beautiful night with my husband.” Barbara floods you with words, walking past you into the living room.

“Why is that, exactly?” And maybe you’re starting to get drunk, because she seems furious with you, and you can’t remember the last time that ever happened.

“Because I cannot possibly enjoy what was supposed to be a romantic moment with Gerald when I get a desperate phone call from my best friend’s partner asking me if I know where she is.”

It’s too many words too fast, so you sit back down and blink hard, trying to focus.

“What are you talking about?”

“Gary called me. He doesn’t know where Melissa is.”

Melissa. Suddenly, the reason you’d started drinking comes back to you. Shit. Shit shit shit.

“Have you seen her?” Barbara seems to take pity on you, be it for your drunkenness or the way your face scrunches up at the name.

“Not since this afternoon, no. What happened?”

“Gary says she went after you, came back in a different mood. Then they got into an argument in the middle of dinner, because she didn’t seem to be enjoying it, which is strange considering she spent the day worrying he wouldn’t do anything special, as we both know.” She sits down on the futon in front of you. “He says she broke up with him right then and there, and left.”

What?

“What?”

“I don’t understand it either. What did you say to her in the hallway?”

“Nothing, I didn’t talk to her in the hallway, or at all.”

Barbara looks away, shaking her head with an incredulous smile on her lips.

“You two are… God forgive me, but infuriating.” She turns back, sighing. “Did she text you? I’ve called and called, but she hasn’t picked up. She’s not at her house, either.”

“I don’t know.” You pull your phone from the middle of the cushions. “It’s been on focus mode the whole night, I only got notifications for my food.”

“Can you try her? Maybe she’ll pick up if it’s you.”

“You’re starting to freak me out.”

“Yes, well, at least we’ll be on the same page.”

The line rings three times before going to voicemail. Then, there’s someone pressing your doorbell again. Your stomach aches.

Again, not Postmates.

“You’re an asshole!” It’s the first thing out of Melissa’s mouth. As the second person today pushes her way into your home, Barbara jumps up from her seat.

“You’re alive, you’re whole?” She turns Melissa over, taking advantage of the woman’s confusion at seeing her here. “Are you stupidly drunk?”

“Uh… No. Why…”

“Are you going to make any decisions that might land you in jail?”

“No.”

“Thank you, Jesus!” Barbara shouts, letting go of the redhead, lifting her hands in praise, and walking to the door. “Please, resolve your issues and let me have my steak in peace. I’ll call your boy-“ She looks Melissa over. “I’ll call Gary, let him know you’re okay. Goodbye. Also, you’re both on probation until further notice.”

She closes the door behind her with a bang, and the two of you are left alone, staring at each other.

Her make-up is smudged, as if she’d been crying, and that beautiful, beautiful red dress shines under the light. The vision worries you at the same time it sets the butterflies off.

Once more, with feeling: this is not ideal.

It feels like forever goes by, just like this, with neither of you moving or speaking or looking away.

Until she unclenches her fist, and you see your card, the one you’d lost on your rush to leave.

“You couldn’t have picked a better moment?” Melissa asks, placing the piece of paper on your entrance table. Her anger, so explosive moments ago, is low and dangerous now, simmering with the hurt in her eyes.

“Listen, I know how it looked-“

“Any other moment.” She keeps going, incapable of stopping now that she’s started. “Maybe one of the endless times when we sat on that fucking couch watching those boring movies you like. Or… Or maybe one of the nights when we spent hours pouring over project ideas or education strategies. Or really any other time before I made the decision to move on.”

Her heart is there, right in front of you, in the tears that drown the gorgeous green of her irises. Somehow, you feel like this is the cataclysm of thoughts and words and feelings you had both held back for years. 

“What?” You mumble for the second time tonight.

“I found every excuse in the book to avoid this, to avoid looking for someone else. And some of it was true, really. Joe did a number on me, which you know – which is why that just hurt worse.” She points to the card, bent in half and slightly crumbled. “But most of it was crap, and I knew it was crap, but I convinced myself it wasn’t because you weren’t ready, but you are amazing, and maybe it was better to wait just a little longer to see if you ever got your shit together, if you ever got over what that ex of yours did. But you never, ever did.”

“Melissa, the flowers…”

“Yeah, gerberas, my favorites, I know. That was a nice touch. You probably knew he wouldn’t remember that detail.”

“No, Mel, I didn’t buy them.” You step forward, past the table, close enough to reach out and touch her arm, if you were brave enough. You never are.

“What, are you gonna tell me you grew them too?” She snorts, humorlessly. “You know, the worst part is that you encouraged me. You told me to go after him, to let him woo me. Even this morning! You told me to wait for him, just to pull this crap.”

She raises her hand, wipes her eyes, and Christ, what the hell have you done?

She breathes in, and it would be wondrous if it weren’t terrifying, how she puts her heart away, takes the part reserved just for you to see and hides it from view.

“I’ve been in love with you for longer than I know, and this whole time you’ve been leading me on, never really letting me go, no, but still pushing me away.”

In love you with you. In love you with you.

I’ve been in love with you for longer than I know.

It reverberates inside your brain as if an echo in a museum. In love with you.

The person who lights up your days without a fail, the woman who’s made every single potential partner pale in comparison, a staple in your life so important that the mere thought of risking something that could make you lose her had forced you to bury all warm and fuzzy feelings. That woman. This woman. Melissa. Your Melissa. In love with you.

You feel your past is too broken to believe her, but still the thought of her being this hurt is unacceptable.

“Mel, I didn’t write the card to steal you away.”

You risk it now, because you feel her slipping through your fingers, and not seeing her heart when she looks into your eyes makes you feel the loneliest you ever have. You risk reaching over, placing one hand on each of her upper arms. The fabric there is so soft it surprises you.

She flinches, but allows it.

“Just to keep me from giving up, right?”

“You know me better than that.” You try, throat tight. You damn sure hope she does. “I wrote it because you seemed really hurt, and just in case Gary messed up, I wanted you to know you at least had me. You’ll always have me.”

She shakes her head, eyes welling up again.

“What a great pal you are.” Melissa whispers.

“I found the fucking flowers on the floor, I was gonna take them to the trash.” You lose your patience for a split second, because maybe you were tactless, but this is a bit too far, even for such a stubborn woman.

She raises a brow.

“I’m not trying to cover my ass.”

“’You’re the person I think about the most’” She quotes the card. “Did you mean that?”

“Of course.” You say without a thought.

“As a friend?” She challenges.

No. Yes. Maybe. It’s on the tip of your tongue.

If you risk this next step, will you lose her eventually? Like you have every other woman you have loved like this? Will you lose yet another person, yet another soul you feel you can rest beside?

You let your hands travel down slightly.

“Mostly.” She breaks eye contact, frowning. “I cherish our friendship so much, Melissa. But part of me wanted to say more. To say things that weren’t purely platonic. I didn’t mean to steer you around.” You sigh. This is… a lot. “I want to see you happy, Mel. More than anything in the world, you deserve that. And I just felt like allowing myself to feel all those things for you would jeopardize that. You’re an explosive, hot-headed, weird, outlaw Italian with a great mind and a huge, huge heart, and you’re definitely too good for me.”

She shakes her head again, but looking at those amazing, gorgeous, breathtaking green orbs, you find a glimpse of that other side of hers, even if the tears are still there, hiding underneath the surface.

“Today, I only wanted to make sure you would be okay. And I’m sorry about the misunderstanding. I truly didn’t want to ruin that moment for you.” Finally, you reach her hands, and she holds yours back. You fit. “And I have only ever encouraged you to go out there because I really believe you deserve to have the fullest life you can possibly have, and that’s probably with someone… less damaged. Someone good and kind. Someone like Gary.”

Melissa mumbles to herself in Italian.

Forse sarebbe più facile.

“But I don’t love Gary.” She says simply, in English, relaxing into your touch, sending your blood pressure through the roof.

I’ve been in love with you for longer than I know.

“I know.” You say.

You had seen it in her eyes when she’d returned his declaration earlier, the emptiness, the masking, the guilt for lying. She wanted to love him so badly.

She’d looked at you back then and, for a split second, before the confusion and embarrassment that had followed, she’d seemed relieved, as if saying there’s the one who sees me. And something more.

Now, the something more is clearer.

“I know you’re scared.” She whispers again. “And you always, always try to protect me from these things. Never when I get myself mixed up with family business or get into fights…”

“Well, I trust your right hook for that.” You can’t help yourself. She snorts very, very softly, and maybe there’s hope yet.

“But you always try to keep me safe from this, even from you.” Melissa lets go of one your hands, placing a palm against your cheek. Oh, so that’s what it means to have a heart attack. “But I have never, ever, been afraid of your baggage, you jackass.” The spark of defiance that flashes through her expression pulls a smile from you.

If someone had asked you yesterday if this happening was something you thought possible, you’d have laugh them out of the room.

“I just wish you’d given me that god-damn card before I’d wasted this dress on somebody else and had broken a man’s heart for nothing.”

“Poor Gary,” you whisper.

“Yeah… Poor Gary.”

So, perhaps it’s not ideal, with the tears and heartache and being on Barb’s bad side, but she leans up on her tip toes, squeezing your hand, palm migrating down to hold your neck, and despite not being ideal, it does feel oddly right.

“I don’t give a fuck if you hate Valentine’s Day and you think this is corny. You better kiss me before I lose my nerve, or I swear to…”

For the first time in your adult life, you forgo your mind, trying something with risks that may far outweigh the good. With a tug, you pull her in, leaning down, breath catching in your throat when your lips connect, and you find you don’t give two shits about the risks.

Heaven.

Of course, your doorbell rings not five seconds later. Fucking Postmates.

[poppyssupergirl]

I'll Hold Your Hand, You Hold Onto Your Hope

This is for @supersantafemslash ‘s Xmas in July. It’s a SuperCat story for @themillsdaughter who asked for:

“you don't know who your soulmate is until you hold their hand."

Unfortunately, I’m too lazy to format this whole thing, so enjoy it on ao3!

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Cat Grant doesn’t like being touched. She’d done the customary handshake greeting for everyone until she’d gotten her second divorce. She let the gossip papers say what they wanted: she’d found her soulmate, her germaphobia had finally won out, her soulmate was dead, etc. 

Really the germaphobia one was closest, she hadn’t found her soulmate and she wouldn’t, ever. Obviously, she was one of the unlucky (or lucky, depending) ones whose soulmate was a recluse, died, or just gave up and settled down with someone else. 

Of course Kara’s been working for her for nearly two years when they first hold hands.

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Read it on ao3.

[foxx-queen]

i can’t believe she returned three years after leaving the show to tell us astra was gay this whole time x thank u @themillsdaughter for our lives 

[supersantafemslash]

Arts Masterpost

Fanart

The Proposal by alittlelesspain unwrap this one slowly by another-shipper that’s how i know (you’re the one) by another-shipper Forever Young by blackpandaops Carnevale Di Venezia by blackpandaops Love for coffee by boomboombooom Colorful Lights by obsessionsofmine It’s Been a Long, Strange Trip(tych): A Tale in Three Panels by pinkrabbitpro Not Another Moment by supergaysupercat Just be Honest by supergaysupercat The Comfort I Need by thetemptationisstrong

Edits/Manips

Warm In December by abydosdork Cat Grant The Nerd by alwaysr3ading Super Santa Femslash 2017 by genesiswingz Super Santa Femslash 2017 by genesiswingz Between Gods and Angels by superkaralovesfanfiction humans should not attempt to outdrink kryptonians by themillsdaughter Baby!Carter Supercat AU by xxtorchxx

Gifsets

It’s Gonna Be a Warm, Warm Christmas by beyondambivalent Love for coffee by boomboombooom Third Time is The Charm by daisysdanvers paint me in trust, i’ll be your best friend by kutekoolkat you make me speechless by mitski The Detective and the Singer by namiwave Inappropriately timed proposal by namiwave The One Where Everybody Kinda Knows by ofpensandcupcakes Sugar and Spice by reginalovesemma It’s You by reginalovesemma Incredible by singinprincess A Merry Danvers Christmas by singinprincess Pieces by xy0009 More Than This by xy0009

[somewhereapart]

You told me to ask the question that I made on today's Periscope on tumblr so... Here I am. The question was: what are you thoughts about the spoilers for season five and what's going to happen to Robin?

Would y’all believe this is from the first Periscope?? I am terrible at answering my messages in a timely fashion - I’ve been trying for the past few days to get my messages back down under 1000... I need to do a serious inbox clean-up. lol 

Anywhooooo, this was based on the filming spoilers for one of the early episodes, and my thoughts at the time (which I didn’t want to say on periscope so as not to spoil those who were spoiler-free) was that I thought he’d be fine -- it didn’t make much sense to bring him on as a regular and then get rid of him right away. And we’ve seen Sean filming several times since then, so I’m stickin’ with that. lol

[themillsdaughter]

Hello there) I hope you're doing as well as possible in current circumstances. I just wanted to do a quick ask here. I'm reading 'write me a lovestory' to my friend and we are wondering if this fic is still in works. No pressure here, just asking if there's still hope yet. Thanks for writing such a great fic in the first place))

Hi! I'm doing okay, and I hope you are as well.

Now, to answer your question: yes, it is. I never planned on taking such a long break, but life happened and the story got a bit away from me. However, I'm currently doing a read through of it to situate myself again and see which story points I still need to hit before wrapping everything up. I hope to get a new chapter out by the end of the year/beginning of 2023 at the latest. There isn't too much left, maybe 3 or 4 more chapters worth of story, but they will absolutely be posted.

[themillsdaughter]

[themillsdaughter]

write me a lovesong

Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Astra/Alex Danvers Characters: Astra (Supergirl TV 2015), Alex Danvers, Kara Danvers, Cat Grant, Lucy Lane (DCU), Alura In-Ze | Alura Zor-El, Non (Supergirl TV 2015) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, POV Second Person, Slow Burn Series: Part 1 of red side of the moon Summary:

There's a quiet sort of strength in going with the flow. It's easier and safer and, after going through so much in life, it seems far better than the alternative. When Alex Danvers, a singer and media-darling, walks into Fort Rozz Café, she puts an end to Astra's infinity of repetitive days. As the two embark in the intense endevour of memoir writing — all in the middle of a world tour — they find that ignoring one's past is far more difficult when someone else is interested in it.

Or the very long, very slow burn, famous!alex x writer!astra modern AU no one asked for.

[themillsdaughter]

General Danvers & Supercat Week - Day 4: Distance

Part 1 - Alex

I cheated a little bit and made this part of my ongoing series, but here is what you need to know: it’s a human!AU where Alex is a singer/pop legend and Astra is a renowned author. They have been together for 10 years and have two adopted kids.

You can find part 2 here

[themillsdaughter]

WRITE ME A LOVESONG

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Astra/Alex Danvers Characters: Astra (Supergirl TV 2015), Alex Danvers, Kara Danvers, Cat Grant, Lucy Lane (DCU), Alura In-Ze | Alura Zor-El, Non (Supergirl TV 2015) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, POV Second Person, Slow Burn Series: Part 2 of red side of the moon Summary:

There's a quiet sort of strength in going with the flow. It's easier and safer and, after going through so much in life, it seems far better than the alternative. When Alex Danvers, a singer and media-darling, walks into Fort Rozz Café, she puts an end to Astra's infinity of repetitive days. As the two embark in the intense endevour of memoir writing — all in the middle of a world tour — they find that ignoring one's past is far more difficult when someone else is interested in it.

Or the very long, very slow burn, famous!alex x writer!astra modern AU no one asked for.

[themillsdaughter]

Chapters: 8/? Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Astra/Alex Danvers Characters: Astra (Supergirl TV 2015), Alex Danvers, Kara Danvers, Cat Grant, Lucy Lane (DCU), Alura In-Ze | Alura Zor-El, Non (Supergirl TV 2015) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, POV Second Person, Slow Burn Series: Part 1 of red side of the moon Summary:

There's a quiet sort of strength in going with the flow. It's easier and safer and, after going through so much in life, it seems far better than the alternative. When Alex Danvers, a singer and media-darling, walks into Fort Rozz Café, she puts an end to Astra's infinity of repetitive days. As the two embark in the intense endevour of memoir writing — all in the middle of a world tour — they find that ignoring one's past is far more difficult when someone else is interested in it.

Or the very long, very slow burn, famous!alex x writer!astra modern AU no one asked for.

[themillsdaughter]

General Danvers & Supercat Week - Day 4: Distance

Part 2 - Astra

I cheated a little bit and made this part of my ongoing series, but here is what you need to know: it’s a human!AU where Alex is a singer/pop legend and Astra is a renowned author. They have been together for 10 years and have two adopted kids.

You can find part 1 here

[themillsdaughter]

human!AU in which Alex is a singer/pop legend and Astra is a renowned author.

Part two: Astra’s page.

Bonus: Astra has to deal with her editor after announcing her new book.

(part one)

[themillsdaughter]

human!AU in which Alex is a singer/pop legend and Astra is a renowned author.

Part one: Alex’s page

[themillsdaughter]

National City Gala 2.0: yet another otherworldly event:

some more insights on one more glorious night:

When Cat says “guest of honor” Astra says “no”. They have a staring match. “The kids would love to see you” Kara interfers, all kind gaze and soft smile. Astra rolls her eyes, but asks if she can at least pick her own outfit this time. Cat begrudenly agrees. Astra hears her mumbling with her niece as they leave. ("If she shows up in a spandex jumpsuit, Kara, I swear to God.”)

Alex tries to hide how excited she is. Tries not to smile too much while they search for dresses, as her fingers touch the soft fabrics. She knows Astra won’t go if anyone makes a fuss over it, so she tries to hide it. Last year��s gala had been nice, though, and she is so umbelievably proud of the work Astra’s done, how far she’s come from her Fort Rozz days, not only in actions, but also on how she sees herself. She knows her girlfriend will bolt if she senses any kind of spotlight on her before the event, so she tries to hide it. Astra, however, is way too perceptive and way too thankful for the effort. When Alex steps out of the dressroom, tentative steps and “this one’s good, don’t you think? a bit too fancy for my taste, but it’s really pretty” and a tiny grin that makes her eyes shine and her shoulders lighter, when Alex steps out of the dressroom, Astra stands and kisses her square on the mouth. (”What was that for?” Hands on Astra’s waist, eyes still shining, even if now confused. “For being you.”)

The red carpet is filled with National City’s finest and that in itself is not surprising. What is, however, is that all smile when the both of them arrive, but very few approach them and only one manages to be offensive while under the pretense of paying a compliment. Astra remembers Kara mentioning the very strict behaviour tips Cat had sent the other guests and she has never appreciated the woman more.

It’s not really rare for Alex to catch herself dumbstruck by Astra. It happens in the morning, when her hair is tosled and the oversized band tee falls over her shoulder. It happens in ops sometimes, during those excrutiatingly dull moments before a take down, when they have nothing to do but wait and Astra is crouched against a wall, eyes closed, forehead slightly frowned, attention to the inside of their targeted building.

It doesn’t surprise her when she looks at Astra while photographers scream all around them and the woman is smiling and all she can think is lucky lucky lucky and love love love. Astra catches her looking at her later. “What?” She mouths. Alex shakes her head, nothing, “Gorgeous” she mumbles. Astra smiles wider.

They have an even better time. Kara is gorgeous, yet again out of her uniform, but somehow still in blue, gold and red. Cat is snide and polite and manages to tell Astra to fuck off with a smile on her face. The kids helped by the foundation are sweet and kind and round Astra for most of the night. The woman doesn’t mind one bit.

 Winn pulls Alex and Lucy to the dance floor once, no restraint over the bunch of class A stars surrounding them as he flings his limbs around to the rithym. It is fun and Alex manages to score a slow dance with the guest of honor towards the end.

“You know you deserve this, right?” She whispers, head leaning against Astra’s. She feels the fingers on her waist pressing her closer, a shaky breath hitting her exposed shoulder. There’s no reply. “You really do.” She arranges her arms to wrap more closely around Astra’s neck. “Thank you.” She hears in Kryptonian. Her heart skips.

Kara tells her later that the scene, from afar, was so sickly sweet that it almost made her want to barf. Alex laughs and there’s a glint in her sister’s eyes. One that screams of happiness.

you can find the first part of this series here

[themillsdaughter]

stars tell me I am meant for you - 2/?

“I’m Alex, by the way.” The human speaks. She nods.

“Astra.”

It feels like a backhanded beginning, but the name seems right to her ears.

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Or the one where a planet is dying and a race suffers from an epidemic and two strangers are thrown together in a last attempt to mend what cannot be fixed.

(it took me over a year to update this but shhhh, we're not going to talk about that)