#wingwoman kara

[thatonebirdwrites]

Holy shit was this chapter hard to write. So many moving pieces. Also, upping the stakes appropriately.

I feel bad for what I'm putting Lena through. She's gonna need so many cuddles from Kara after all this.

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EXCERPT:

Lena pictures boxes. Or Crystals. Objects to contain emotions and energy. Except even boxes that hold energy — potential wells as they are called in quantum mechanics — fail to contain. Particles still leak through the barriers, that quantum tunneling effect, which means energy too leaks out. Matter and energy are sides of the same coin really.

These are facts Lena knows by heart. One of her degrees dealt with quantum mechanics, specifically quantum computing. 

Yet knowing facts does not stop the problem that she currently leaks energy. Her so-called ‘magic’ tunneling out of her boxes. It rattles windows, shakes the ground, and Lena needs control.

It doesn’t help that her Uncail Fionn stands in front of her, the memory of his binding seared back into her brain. It’s taking most of her concentration to not lash out further at him. “I need you,” she points to him, “to make a list of what we need for this expedition. We must reach the forge before the full moon tonight. Understood?”

The tables rock back and forth around them, which makes her words perhaps a bit more ominous than she meant. 

Fionn nods. “Not much but food and hiking gear needed.”

She can see the fear in his tight expression, the way he has his own magic curling around his hand. Narrowing her eyes, she takes a step closer. He jerks backward. “If you dare to use magic on me again, Uncail Fionn,” she spits out his name, “I will make you regret it, understand?”

Her fury knocks over the nearby table and one of the windows cracks.

Fionn nods, his hand clenches into a fist, and his silver magic fades. “Don’t eat the head off me,” he says, a shake in his voice. “I’m agreeing to help. I want to make sure yuh survive this, okay?” 

Lena smiles humorlessly. “I’m simply making sure we have an understanding.” 

Fionn lets out a heavy sigh. “Control, Lena. To find the forge, yuh need control.” 

How absolutely infuriating. She knows that. But looking at Fionn has her anger flaring with a vengeance, which in turn somehow impacts her energy and that causes damage to the environment. All around them, the tables and chairs are knocked over and there are hairline cracks in the windows. If this is part of the gift the Morrigan gave her, it is incredibly unsettling, but Lena cannot afford to let anyone see that. She has to stay strong and confident, especially in front of her uncail. She finds using the Irish term for the word helps keep her distance from him.

“We definitely need lots of snacks,” Kara says, her eyes locked on Lena. “Nia, can you and Fionn cover that? I saw so many good ones at the ordering counter. Lena and I will meet you in the parking lot.”

“Sure thing.” Nia gives a mock salute. “Hey Irish dude. Ready?”

[couchez-vous]

Supercorp "The Wedding Planner" AU!!

Lena as the wedding planner who gave up on love- those who can't wed, plan, and she's the best at what she does. She wears power suits and controls every aspect of a wedding down to the best man's speech. She's still carrying the hurt of being cheated on, and that betrayal is echoed in Andrea bursting into her life and trying to cheat/leave her fiancee for Lena. When she meets Kara she pushes her away because she doesn't believe that her love is genuine. They haven't known each other long enough to get married, why would Kara want to? Lena doesn't offer the option to date because she's so thrown off, Kara's gorgeous and kind she can't really mean that she wants to be with Lena Luthor, right?

Kara as the hopeless romantic sweetheart who wants to marry Lena immediately upon their first meeting since they were children. Earnest, sweet, good with her hands (makes a replica bird nest as a gift!). A Kara who thinks Lena is the most beautiful woman she's ever seen and is accustomed to Kryptonian arranged marriages, so she assumes Lena wants her too because the Luthors arranged it. Kara fries up potstickers for their friend-date and gives her good advice and reminisces with her about Lena's birth mom. Lena realizes she's developed a crush on Kara but keeps it to herself. Then Kara makes a big romantic gesture to propose and promises to take care of her "you will make me the happiest woman on earth" Lena accepts, but still has her doubts

Andrea as Lena's charming unfaithful soon-to-be-wed What If? Lena is drawn to her because she's a sweet-talking doctor who saved her life, but they constantly bicker. Their push and pull rollercoaster interactions feel normal because that's how Lena's relationship with Siobhan was, but she doesn't want that kind of love anymore. She needs someone stable and understanding

Lucy Lane as Andrea's fiancee

Jess as Lena's wingwoman

Siobhan as Lena's happily married cheating ex

Andrea leaves Lucy in a mutual breakup and runs to Lena before she gets married. She wants to run away together. Lena sees the situation for what it is: Andrea trying to hop from one serious relationship to another. She tells Andrea a firm no and marries Kara in the courthouse

Kara dips and kisses her softly and Lena's heart is warmed. they honeymoon in Ireland <3

I want Lena to have the self-awareness to recognize her pattern of wanting unavailable people, the self-respect to say no to the toxicity, and enough hope in her heart to take a leap of faith with Kara and then being more in love than she ever thought possible

[selfcestmovies]

Masterlist Updated 4.11.2024

Trying to update this as much as I can! (flagging * below for outtakes and *** below for extended scenes)

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Natasha Romanoff - Wild Things (w/ Wanda Maximoff) [***] - Wild Things (alternate) - Black Widow: C'est La Vie - The Shape of You (w/ Wanda Maximoff) - Black Widow: Red on Red [*] - Black Widow: Red on Red (alternate) - Black Widow: Love, Natasha - Black Widow: Love, Natasha (alternate) - Reveries (w/ Wanda Maximoff) - Black Widow: No Return - Black Widow: No Return (alternate) - Island Getaway (w/ Wanda Maximoff) - Double Agent - Double Agent (alternate) - Breaking Protocol (x Reader) - Black Widow: Grounded Wanda Maximoff - Twice Baked (w/ Natasha Romanoff) [***] - Wild Things (w/ Natasha Romanoff) [***] - The Shape of You (w/ Natasha Romanoff) - Scarlet Witch: Simulacrum - Scarlet Witch: Pairadise [*] - Reveries (w/ Natasha Romanoff) - Seeing Double - Loving, Wanda - Island Getaway (w/ Natasha Romanoff) - Trifecta [*] - Wanda Maximoff: Mirror Mirror Kate Bishop - Lessons in Mimicry (w/ Yelena Belova) - Kate Bishop: Buddy System [***] - Kate Bishop: Solo Time - Kate Bishop: Solo Time (alternate) - Kate Bishop: Party of One - Kate Bishop: Narcissus - Kate Bishop: Deuces [full fic] (w/ Yelena Belova) - Black Widow: Arm Candy [full fic] [***] (w/ Yelena Belova) Yelena Belova - Black Widow: Self Care - Lessons in Mimicry (w/ Kate Bishop) - Black Widow: Room of Mirrors - Kate Bishop: Deuces [full fic] (w/ Kate Bishop) - Black Widow: Arm Candy [full fic] [***] (w/ Kate Bishop) Carol Danvers - Captain Marvel in Duplicus [***] - Captain Marvel in Duplicus (alternate) - Wingwoman [full fic] Daisy Johnson - Quake: Déjà - Agents of SHIELD: LMD Trial Run [***] Others - Agatha Harkness in Clonecraft - Loki x Reader in The Magic of Vanity [*]

Other Fandoms

Game of Thrones - Dual of the Dragon [*] - Queens in the North Other Marvel - Across the Gwen-Verse [***] - Across the Gwen-Verse (alternate) - X-Men: Emma Frost [*] - Rogue: Intimate Harry Potter - Lily Evans in Marauders: Lessons in Polyjuice - Hermione Granger in Turning Time Star Wars - Rey Skywalker: Temptation DC - Supergirl in When Kara Met Kara - Supergirl in Reflections - Supergirl in The Trouble with Double [with alt] - Lena Luthor in Double Duty [*] - Harley Quinn in Harley, Baby - Starring Daisy Ridley as Triplicate Girl Disney - Frozen III [*] - Moana 2 Doctor Who - The Clara Recursion Nintendo - Metroid: Echoes Pitch Perfect - Beca in Sync Netflix - Vanessa Hudgens stars in The Princess Switch 4 - Sabrina in Doppel Date - Avatar: Warrior of Kyoshi Riverdale - Veronica Lodge: Cheer Squad

Original Stories

- Ana de Armas stars in A Very Merry Christmas Threesome - Shailene Woodley stars in A Perfect Match - Hailee Steinfeld stars in Brace

Would They Fuck? - Carol Danvers - Wanda Maximoff - Natasha Romanoff - Hermione Granger

[ao3feed-supercorp]

Talk That Science Talk

by Ilovewriting12322

"Okay, so here are the comms that will assist us in carrying out this mission," Brainy explained, and then his voice took on a mischievous tone. "And I believe Nia bought a...'Sexy Atoms' costume last night online while I rejoiced in slumber."

Kara froze, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Nia bought what?!" Before she could fully react, there was a knock at the door, and Brainy hopped up to answer it, saying, "Spruck! It's arrived."

OR

Kara feels slightly left out when she sees her girlfriend Lena having fun with Brainy while talking about quantum mechanics. She decides to ask for Brainy’s help with a plan so she can feel closer to Lena. Nia orders a Sexy Atoms costume to help. Just read it.

Words: 4387, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Nia Nal, Querl Dox, Maggie Sawyer, Jess (Supergirl TV 2015), Alex Danvers

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Additional Tags: Science Pick-Up Lines, Awkward Flirting, Flustered Kara Danvers, Wingwoman Nia Nal, Wingman Brainy, Lesbian Lena Luthor, Pansexual Kara Danvers

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[perkvpsvcho]

depression? i hardly know her!

10+ episódios direto com a ashley!!!

TRAVIS IS A........slytherin? oh. ok.

GOODBYE BLINDSPOT HELLO NEIN

3 minutes in and i am literally bursting with love

kara: looks like we're in bed one way or the other beau: i mean---- fjord: leave that one alone beau: all right yeah lets go KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK fucking lesbian

EVEN FROM AFAR JESTER IS STILL THE MF BEST wingwoman-ing the wingwoman!!! isso que é uma girls' girl

FUCKING HELL NOTT KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

d o e u yasha dizendo que não vai act on a atração que ela sente por ~alguém~ do grupo....... [aí corta umas 300 horas daqui pra frente e ela tá chamando a beau de wife]

he did indeed poop his pants

RIDÍCULAKKKKKKKKKKKKK

theyre so precious to me i wanna die

i love taliesin so much wish he was my dad

ENTITY?????????? HOW WORRIED SHOULD I BE HERE, MATT

the power was in you all along KKKKKKKKKKKKK fuck you mollymauk

as liberdades que eles estão tomando com a jester, mano kkkkkkkkkkk se eu fosse a laura tbm ia estar full on fomo no chat querendo matar todo mundo

fucking love pumat sol (poor matts soul)

socially awakward yasha saindo na frente do caleb e perguntando sobre o que a [futura] namorada pediu awww it really is right there between the lines huh

I'VE ONLY HAD YASHA FOR A DAY AND A HALF BUT IF ANYTHING HAPPENED TO HER I'D KILL EVERY ONE IN THIS ROOM AND THEN MYSELF

listen, i realize i'm not great with people. just no need to point it out AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRHGHH LOMFL

vai se foder yasha fofa pra caralho

love how it's already settled that beauyasha is /going to be/ a thing

shes got a giant sword but who cares you gotta ask her

i love these people

[angstfactory]

"You have all of that with me," Neylani teased, with a grin. "Guess you don't have to look anymore." She bounced their shoulders together gently, to show she was only joking. Truth was, the sheriff wasn't able to pinpoint any specifics for herself in this realm, either. Physical attributes, maybe. Personality things she thought she'd prefer best, sure. But in the end, there was nothing the woman had to even stack up and compare anything to. That was why she liked to have a skeleton made out, so there were at least some sensible goals. "I know I should probably relax, it's not the end of the world," the woman sighed, mostly because it was all rather exhausting. Ney had a sneaking suspicion that she might be experiencing a mid-life crisis event early on, or maybe the coming supermoon had something to do with it? Their kind always got a bit more... antsy... during full moons, and threefold during a supermoon.

"Nobody said you aren't a great wingwoman," she claimed, "but-- I'd rather focus on you than myself." It made her feel good, when she could help her friends and loved ones find their mate. Maybe a way for her to live life vicariously through them. "And you never ask, that's why I'm simply letting you know," Neylani said airily, playing it off like it was no big deal, or there wasn't some ulterior motive. "Grayson is too, actually," she added, with a sly glance.

"I suppose I have time, like you said." Neylani would need to learn to take the detective's approach to things, probably. Kara was so chill about anything and everything, she hardly ever seemed stressed. Meanwhile, Ney over here was like seconds away from plucking eyelashes out over things she didn't have any control over. "The only eyes I wanted to draw tonight, aren't here, so -- nachos it is!" She clapped her hands together. "You go find us a table, I'll go grab us the order and a couple of drinks?" she delegated. "What would you like?"

"Oh...I don't know. I guess I've never really classified it," she said thoughtfully, tapping her finger against her chin as she pondered. "I don't know if I have like, specific criteria per se? Just someone I can have fun with, really. Someone who can match my wit. And I mean obviously someone respectful, thoughtful...all that good stuff?" But at the same time, she just wasn't really looking. If it happened, it happened. If not, she knew how to enjoy herself without needing a relationship. She could spend her time with whomever she wanted without feeling beholden to someone else.

"Why are you the matchmaker? I think I'm a wonderful wing woman," Kara stated matter-of-factly, shoulders lifting in a shrug. "And besides, you're the one who is looking for a match." Neylani was the one who seemed to think she was running towards the end of a timeline, who had expectations about her romantic future. Kara was just fine enjoying the here and now and the ride life took her on.

At Ney's remarks about Isaiah Kara just rolled her eyes, a light smile on her lips. "No, I suppose I didn't necessarily know that, but I also don't think I asked."

"Well, like I said. There are a lot of ways to go about motherhood if that is what you truly want without a man being in the picture. But I can imagine they are some hard decisions to make." It was a different way to go about it. The traditional 'American Dream' or whatever was all about meeting the guy, marrying the guy, having a family, so on so forth. But everyone's picture of that dream was a little bit different, wasn't it?

"Don't look at me like that, I could never turn down a plate of good food and nachos most definitely fall in the 'good food' category. So do chicken wings, for the record, just not atomic bomb ones." When Neylani turned down the offer to let loose and dance, Kara's lower lip jutted out in a pout. "Really? But it's fun. You won't make a fool of yourself. Maybe you'll even draw an eye."

[ashmp3]

kara !

✦ my first bias - goo hara!!!!!!!!! ✦ my current bias(es) - i love them all literally but youngji i will love her forever for making jeonghan dance to when i move ✦ my album and/or era ranking (or favorite of each) -Mister. when they performed in those bob the builder fits like im literally homo ✦ how i got into them - It was a chilly day autumn day... And i watched their mamma mia stage and fell in love the second i saw hara shaking her little shoulders i was SOLD. ✦ which member would be my best friend - Youngji so she could be a wingwoman between me and Jeonghan. Normal answer. ✦ something i associate with them (or with a bias/any member) - i have lots of their songs in my cock destroyers in gay itaewon club so i just associate them with fun dances gayness and puffy hair. all good things they are one of my favorite 2nd gen girlies

📥 send me a kpop group!

[sapphicscholar]

Pride Month Prompts Day 5: AU/Free For All (Sanvers)

From this Pride Month Prompts post! I’m taking the opportunity to write some short fics for a variety of pairings that I haven’t written for as much, maybe at all. They won’t be going on AO3, so I’ll be sure to tag them all with #pride month prompts so you can find them later if you want.

Day 5: AU/Free For All

Pairing: Sanvers

A/N: Credit for the idea (AU where Alex meets Maggie at the farmers market where Maggie runs a stand with her home-grown vegetables) goes to @dimplescanary! 

“If you’d let me drive, you wouldn’t have to spend the first 10 minutes of every stop complaining about how stiff you are,” Kara said as she made a grab for the keys.

Alex jerked them back just in time. “Not a chance. I’d like to keep the contents of my stomach inside my stomach, thank you very much.”

With a roll of her eyes, Kara turned in the direction the signs for the farmer’s market were pointing. “Now that I understand how fragile the human sense of equilibrium is, I’m, like, a thousand times better.” Alex shuddered at the memories from the first time she’d tried to teach Kara to drive a few months before official records declared her 16 because, as Kara had rationalized it, “I was stuck in outer space for decades, Alex. I’m basically middle-aged.”

“Maybe once you’ve been here for a full decade I’ll let you try again.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Still, Kara wouldn’t complain. Last summer Alex had come home from Stanford for two full weeks and, much to Eliza’s chagrin, taught her how to ride a motorcycle, and she knew that Alex was voluntarily missing a lot of research time for their summer road trip to celebrate Kara’s graduation.

As they followed the signs through yet another small Midwestern town--and honestly, Kara was starting to see the appeal Kal-El had felt with how quiet they could be, even with her super senses--they chatted about nothing and everything. Kara talked again about how excited she was for her journalism elective amidst all the required gen-eds, and Alex gushed about how smart Professor Frankel was and how innovative her research methods were and how she drove the coolest motorcycle, and could you even believe that professors drove motorcycles?

As they got closer to the market, Kara perked up. “Ooh! It smells like they’ve got baked goods.”

Alex snickered, shoving lightly at Kara’s shoulder. “Put your nose down. You look like an overeager puppy.”

“If we get there and don’t find the good donuts because you wouldn’t let me sniff them out, it’s on your conscience.”

Alex just rolled her eyes and shook her head.

A few minutes later, they rounded the corner and found a large park covered in tents and tables and even a miniature stage with live music. Squeals rang out from the playground area where children ran around, and small groups of people wandered between booths, filling their bags with fresh meat and produce from the local farms. Since they weren’t in any rush, Kara and Alex simply started at the stand closest to them and began working their way around the perimeter, happily accepting as many samples as were offered--at least until they got to the lady handing out beets because no thank you, please.

One of the booths they reached seemed to be deserted, though there was a cute, handwritten sign propped up that read, “Peas stay honest - I’ll be back in 5!” in curling blue chalk. Alex was pleased to see a $10 bill tucked beneath the corner of the sign; apparently people respected whoever it was running the Lettuce Make Your Day stand. Kara drifted over to the next booth, while Alex lingered at the empty stand, looking for the prices of the small cartons of strawberries.

“Look good, don’t they?” came a voice from behind her.

“Yeah,” Alex began, spinning around on her heel. But then she forgot everything she was going to say about too many days on the road and too few fruits and vegetables and wow wouldn’t her mom pay money to hear her saying that. Because standing behind her was the cutest girl she’d ever seen, with a broad smile that made her dimples pop and dark hair twisted into two long braids and a flannel shirt that Alex wished meant she was gay but probably just meant she was a farmer or a midwesterner. “Uhm.”

“Alex!” Kara’s voice burst through the bubble that seemed to have sprung up between Alex and the mystery girl and the rest of the farmer’s market. “Look!” She gestured at the large bins of cauliflower. “It’s ghost broccoli.” As she cackled and made eerie ghost noises, Alex felt her cheeks blush scarlet.

“Kara,” she hissed, eyebrows raising as she tilted her head meaningfully in the cute girl’s direction. “Stop it.”

“Er, right.” After a moment, she smiled over at them and stepped up beside Alex. “I’m Kara. I see you’ve already met my sister Alex.”

“I didn’t actually get her name yet, but it’s nice to meet you both. I’m Maggie.”

Alex smiled and nodded, and Kara rolled her eyes. “We’re currently on a road trip across the country. It was hard getting this one away from all her super smart research, but she’s sweet enough to make time for me, aren’t you Alex?” Kara poked Alex’s ribs.

“Right, um, yeah, anything for my sister.” Kara stepped on Alex’s toes next. “What are you doing here?”

Maggie pointed at the empty booth behind them. “Working.”

“Oh! I didn’t realize, sorry, I can let you get back to work.”

Maggie shrugged, an easy smile pulling up the corners of her mouth. “If you’re thinking about buying anything, I can call it work.”

“I was actually looking at those strawberries. They look”--Alex paused as Maggie plucked one from a half-empty carton and held it out to her--“beautiful. I mean, tasty! I mean, amazing. Good. Fine. They look like strawberries.” She could hear Kara muttering under her breath about it being amazing that Alex managed to find dates, but she felt rooted to the spot.

“Well, I’m only a summer worker, but I think they’re pretty beautiful.” Maggie leaned forward a little and sent a wink in Alex’s direction. “Or maybe that’s just the person looking at them.”

Alex felt some of her nerves ebb away at that. If Maggie could be cheesy and not straight and call her beautiful, then she could certainly manage some basic conversation. Still, having a few minutes to slow her heart rate while she sampled the strawberries helped. “Holy shit, these are really good.”

“Better than fine?”

“So much better.”

Maggie leaned one of her hips against her side of the table as she gestured at the little “About the Farm” sign that hung behind her. “Sue Anne does a really great job. Doesn’t grow as much as some of the competitors”--Maggie’s hand swept around the room--“but she does an amazing job with the things she chooses.”

“How’d you end up working there?” Alex asked, barely noticing as Kara wandered away.

“I was looking for a summer job after freshman year, something that might come with housing so I could stay for the summer. My Intro to Bio professor is Sue Anne’s wife, so she put us in contact, and I’ve been working here every summer since.”

“That’s really cool. I’ve always been cooped up in a lab all summer.”

“This is my last summer actually. I graduated this spring, and I’ll start up at the Police Academy in Gotham in a month.” A handful of customers came up then, and Alex stepped away, letting Maggie handle them and ignoring Kara, who stood a few booths over making exaggerated kissing motions and giggling.

For the next hour and a half, while Kara ate her way around the market, Alex chatted with Maggie on and off between customers. After Kara had texted three times in a row, though, she knew she finally had to wrap it up.

“I should probably head out, let you work and all that, but I want to buy some of those strawberries before I leave.”

“Here, they’re on the house.” Maggie pushed over one of the cartons.

“No, I can’t do that--plus, I kept you busy for so long.”

“Trust me, you made my afternoon a hundred times better.”

Alex swallowed heavily as she dragged her toes along the grass. “Um, maybe as a thank you, would you want to come to dinner? We’re gonna spend the night here and probably try to find a decent local restaurant, and it’d be nice--or, I mean, I’d really like to see you again before I leave.”

“You asking me out?” The question was blunt, but the smile was genuine.

With a shrug, Alex tried not to look too hopeful. “You saying yes?”

“Yeah, I think I am.”

Alex beamed, and in an instant, Kara was at her side. “So I hear I’m third-wheeling it tonight?”

Before Alex could kick Kara in the shins, Maggie was laughing loudly. “Only if you don’t mind.”

“Hey, I’m just impressed that you’re still giving her a chance after all the stammering and blushing.”

“Oh I don’t know...I think it was pretty cute.”

[kuekyuuq]

...did anyone ever write a pre-reveal fic in which Kara ends up (accidentally/unintentionally) using her double-identity, as Supergirl being Kara Danver's wingwoman?

Like, at first not really meaning to, but maybe like initially in an attempt to distract Lena from connecting the dots between Kara and SG being one and the same, she over-compensates in mentioning Kara as Supergirl and/or to make sure Lena knows there's someone who trusts Lena..?

...there are quite some canon scenes to work with, too...

Lena: "...thanks for the save. So, you just happened to drink coffee with Kara Danvers... At 7 pm?"

Supergirl: "..uh, yeah? I mean, yes! You should know, Kara makes a neat latte! Missed her calling for becoming a barista, really. But it sure came in useful when she worked for Miss Grant. And so nice of her, to invite me over, y'know, to give me a boost for my nightshift of protecting the city. She's really nice that way. Not that I need the caffeine... She said you like your coffee black, though. She knows that - of course, she does, I mean, she does not agree a cup of black coffee replaces a full breakfast, nor do I, by the way - but she's a bit disappointed, she can't show off her latte art skills to you. Maybe she can convince you to spice up your order, you might wanna ask her..."

Lena: "...not sure if Kara is rubbing off on you or caffeine does affect you after all..."

Supergirl: "...what!? No, nobody's rubbing, tsk. Kara is totally different from me. You know, I should probably leave and you should call Kara. She was really worried when you called but didn't respond, like, uh, she almost instantly threw me out the window right away to check on you, that's why I was so fast. But not literally, she's not strong enough for that, but, I suppose she does work out, maybe? But, like, she was really worried about you! Okay, I better go now. Glad I caught you. Kara would have been devastated if I hadn't. She really cares for you, you know, to send me to you just based on a weird call that could have been a butt-dial... Um, well, have a nice evening, Miss Luthor! Call Kara, and ask her about that coffee!"

...

And, of course, it spirals out of control and hjinks (possibly an interlude where Lena ponders Supergirl herself is interested in / dating Kara) and stuff and eventual reveal and endgame...

(Does such a thing exist already? If yes, point me the way. If not, feel free to take and run with the prompt ^_- )

[red-cape-morgana]

With Kara as wingwoman I can only imagine how guilt would eat her up when she starts noticing the signs of (potential) abuse.

To be the person that pushed their best friend in the arms of that abusive partner? How do you look at your reflection in the mirror and how can you look your friend in the eyes during game nights or lunch breaks?

Do you guys remember the previous husband au I did where Lena ended up isolated in an abusive relationship with a dude?

I kinda wanna explore a similar situation but where the partner is an older woman (like, Mercy Graves age, not Lillian age). Maybe not a violent abuser, but definitely an emotional abuser, who erodes Lena's self-esteem and independence. Because I feel like that's something Lena would be vulnerable to?

Idk. Probably wouldn't be a full fic or ficlet, but I wanna talk thru it. Do you guys have any thoughts?

[thatonebirdwrites]

Can I just say I fucking love Sam Arias? Of COURSE, she's back! Honestly, I think showrunners had to send her away because Lena wouldn't have gone to the darkest of places because Sam would have been there to remind her that there is some hope in humanity, because Sam never lied to her. Sam is basically her best buddy, her wingwoman.

Sam would have talked her out of Non Nocere by asking just the right questions, and Lena would likely say, "Ugh, Sam, stop making me think and feel."

Sam would reply, "You know, I think you need a hug now." Upon which, Lena would be all grouchy but allow it. And of course Ruby would appear out of nowhere to tackle Lena in a surprise hug, and who can be angsty and despairing with that kid around? In this essay I will....

EXCERPT From Near the Start of The Chapter:

“Hey.” Sam’s voice draws her out of her research haze. “You unable to sleep?” She stands in the kitchen’s archway, her eyebrows scrunched in concern. She’s wearing navy blue pajama pants and a large T-shirt with a crow on it, and her shoulder-length brown hair falls in soft waves.

Lena shrugs. “Nightowl. Why are you up? You should be resting.”

“I normally wake at six,” Sam says, amused. “May I join you?” Sam gestures to the other stool in front of the counter. 

“Sure.” Turning back to her search, she clicks through another record, the translation program she ad-hoc-ed for Irish in the other window. 

“What are you researching?” Sam fills a glass with water and settles on the stool next to her. 

“My adoption papers were missing,” Lena says, absently. The screen is a little hazy, so she reluctantly puts on her glasses back on. Later, she’ll switch to contacts. “Searching Irish records for my birth currently.” 

“Why would they be missing?” Sam frowns. 

Lena sighs. “Lillian hated that I was Irish. I thought she hated me in general, but when I put a truthseeker on her a few weeks ago, she…” The memory is laced with shock and pain still. “… she said she loved me. I don’t know what that means. Her actions have always been hurtful.” 

“Abusive people can still love, but that doesn’t mean it’s healthy,” Sam says, her voice soft.

Lena glances at her friend. “Therapy is making you wise, Sam.” 

“Well, it’s got to be good for something, right?” Sam sips her water. “Love is a complicated topic for you, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” Lena clicks through to the next page and narrows the search on her birthdate. Or at least the one the Luthors have used for her. The more she digs into her Irish past, the more she realizes the lies her adopted family told her. It infuriates her. 

“What is love, Sam?” Lena pushes back from her laptop and looks at her friend. No, more than a friend. A sister - part of Lena’s chosen family. “I understand it scientifically. A series of chemicals in our brain and nervous system that induces feelings of connection.”

Sam studies her, her brown eyes thoughtful. “It’s more than that.”

Lena gestures for her to continue.

“Fair warning,” Sam holds up her hands. “I’m going to be super sappy now.” 

Lena rolls her eyes. “I don’t think you can defeat Kara’s sap.”

“Now that’s a challenge!” Sam grins, but then her smile fades, and her gaze unfocuses. “Love is warmth. Hope. A connection that bridges time and space. It’s how I survived Reign.” She pauses to rub her hand on her leg, a sure sign she’s nervous. “When I was trapped in that damn forest, I wrote Ruby’s name, my name, yours, and I kept writing it. It was my love for all of you that kept me fighting. Kept me hoping you’d find the cure, and you did. All of you did. That connection, that feeling of vulnerability love creates? It’s the strongest force in the universe. Not even Reign could destroy it, and we both know she tried.”

“Love as a force, that’s not one I’ve heard before,” Lena tries to quip, but instead, she finds herself tearing up again. She turns back to her laptop. “Dammit, I didn’t cry this much before Kara died and I resurrected her.” 

“Lena, what’s really going on?” Sam’s gentle concern only makes Lena want to cry more. 

“I think I’m in love with Kara,” Lena blurts it out before she loses her nerve. “But I don’t know how to trust her again. She lied to me for years, Sam. I keep telling her that I’m working through the hurt. I want to forgive her, but I just…” 

“You’re angry.” 

The moment Sam says it, Lena realizes she is. She is angry. So very angry. It surprises and alarms her. How much of her rage lately relates to Kara's confession then? How much to Kara's death, where Lena's rage and grief magically brings Kara back? Or at Lex orchestrating Kara’s death?

Unnerved, she traces her finger along the edge of the counter. Parsing intricately layered emotions like this feels insurmountable. Like she's climbing a massive mountain with little to no gear. It brings to mind that dark void Dreamer and her got stuck in when her attempt at a safe space imploded. For Jack's death, she was numb, the grief apparently shoved deep down, but for Kara, she is the exact opposite - a boiling cauldron of emotion.

[shallow-seas-we-sail]

£ (A Girls Night Out on the Town)

Alex taps the center of the table, “Okay, call it. Fifty bucks in the pot. Shot glass in five. Lets go.”

“The barstool in ten.” Sam grins and smacks her money into the center of the table. Nia rolls her eyes over the glass of her fruity concoction before setting it down and turning in her stool to rummage through her purse, “Shattered cue ball in fifteen.”

Alex lifts her chin towards Kelly, “What do you think?”

Kelly shifts in her seat, and absently picks at the label of her beer bottle, “I think this is a bad idea.” 

“Boo, okay mom.” Sam deadpans into the top of her bottle before taking a sip. Alex snorts as she throws back a shot, the tequila nearly burning its way out of her nose.

Kelly drums her fingers impatiently on top of the table before reaching into her jacket pocket, “Fifty on the table in..,” she pulls her lip between her teeth and narrows her eyes towards the bar where Kara is waving down the bartender, “eighteen.”

“Why do you always pick such a weird number?” Nia asks, poking at the small umbrella sticking out of her drink, “This isn’t the Price Is Right.”

“Isn’t it though?” Kelly retorts with a sideways smile as she slides the bill across the table.

“Alright, you’re last, Luthor.” Alex jabs Lena with a playful elbow, “Main event. Whatcha got?”

Lena presses a single finger to her lips thoughtfully and her eyes flit over to Kara, who looks confused as to how to precariously balance the six drinks the bartender has placed down in front of her. 

“The jukebox is getting fried tonight in twenty.” Lena says ruefully as she opens her wallet and lays a crisp bill down. Alex smiles, and pokes a shot glass across the table towards Lena that she waves off, “I hate tequila.”

Alex gives a knowing look, but doesn’t stop the forward momentum of the glass until it is bumping against Lena’s knuckles, “Come on...”

Lena licks her lips, and plucks her wine glass up, giving a tight smile towards the older Danvers sister, “Fine, but this is,” she taps the side of the shot glass, “contingency. plan. only.”

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Alex scrunches her face up, a little drunk and a little excited as she reaches into the center of the table, collecting the money in a scramble and shoving it into her pocket, “Okay. okay, okay, okay, here she comes. Shh.”

“You are literally the only one talking.” Nia says, flicking a rogue pretzel across the table towards Alex.

“Talkin’bout what?” Kara asks, carefully setting down the drinks and glancing around the table.

Alex freezes for a moment, a tight smile plastered across her face and narrows her eyes, “Uh...”

“My semester abroad.” Lena finally interjects.

Sam’s eyes widen, a devious smirk pinching at the corner of her lips, “Oh?”

Lena glances towards Sam, giving a subtle wink as Kara takes the seat beside her, “Play along.” she mumbles half-heartedly out of the side of her mouth.

Sam’s eyes narrow for a moment as she weighs her options. If Lena is giving her the green light to improvise, she is going to take it and run. Decision made, she gives an emphatic nod, “Right. You semester abroad in..”

“London.” Lena finishes.

Sam snaps her fingers and pushes lightly against her friends shoulder, “Of course. London.” 

Sam is sure that was a semester she visited, but can’t quite remember. She does distinctly remember the apartment Lena had sublet above a bar and the fish and chips smell that clung to everything. That doesn’t mean that she can’t work with this tiny sliver of information. She is also in a wicked dry spell in their betting pool, so, whatever it takes to get a barstool shattered, she is ready to take on. She needs to poke Kara juuuust enough, and honestly, it won’t take much, and Sam is teetering on the sort of drunk that she will absolutely use to her advantage to bend the rules in her favor. 

Kara takes a sip of her drink, the strong taste burning in the back of her throat and winces as she lowers her glass, “I didn’t know you did a semester abroad.”

Nia’s face screws up in bewilderment as she looks between Sam and Lena, “What the fuc-? OW.” she snaps towards Alex, who is digging the point of her boot into her shin beneath the table.

“Are you okay?” Kara perks up.

“Yeah, just a little bitch.” Nia says curtly, cutting her eyes at Alex.

“Hmm?” Kara hums, half paying attention as she leans back and stretches her arm out so it rests on the back of Lena’s chair. She barely contains her smile when Lena gives an assuring shoulder shimmy, and pushes in closer, settling into the crook of her arm.

“Itch. Just a little itch.” Nia laughs mirthlessly, bending forward, and swatting at Alex’s foot under the table, “It’s fine.”

“So,” Kelly intervenes, resting her hand on her girlfriend’s thigh and giving a tighter-than-warranted squeeze, “how did you like London?”

“It was beautiful. I enjoyed the autonomy of being out there and exploring a new place on my  own,” Lena says wistfully, “especially becau-..”

“Because I was there.” Sam finishes, her head falling forward and sucking in a breath as she slams her shot glass down on the table, “Visiting and pulling the stick out of this one’s ass and dragging her out all over the city.”

Sam grins, Oh yeah, it’s all coming back to her now. 

Lena’s distant, nostalgic look shifts into something more dumbfounded and with a pinch of horror as she turns her head slowly towards her friend.

“Don’t you dare.” she warns.

Sam wiggles her eyebrows and gives a faux pout towards her friend as she leans in conspiratorially and whispers, “Playing along remember?”

“I thought you went to school with Andrea?” Kara asks, absently twirling the stirrer in her glass.

“I did. Sam visited, usually around finals to cause trouble.” Lena says, side-eyeing her friend.

Sam waves off the comment, even if it is true, “No. I came to loosen you up because you were, and continue to be, a nerd.” she mocks in a low tone, “Plus you were literally living off of Wispa bars and black coffee. I was doing you a favor.”

Kara smiles and leans in, and goosebumps begin to prick up on Lena’s arm as warm puffs of breath pass over her ear, “Oh, so that’s what you keep stowed away in your desk drawer.”

Kelly turns over her hand, ignoring how insufferable those two are, and glances at her watch, “Three minutes. You’re about to be out.” she whispers out the side of her mouth to her girlfriend.

“Like hell I am.” mumbles Alex, shooting her hand up and snapping her fingers. She presses her beer bottle to her lips, finishing the last of the amber liquid as a waiter approaches the table, “Six shots. I don’t care. Anything.”

The waiter gives a tight smile and nods as she heads back towards the bar. Alex drums her fingers impatiently against the table as she tries to peer around the throngs of people crowding the bar and glances down to her watch.

“You think showing up to my flat in the middle of finals and dragging me out to every bar so you could find someone and get laid was a favor?” Lena asks incredulously. 

“Come on, come on.” Alex pleads, biting her lip, and gives a small fist pump when the waiter returns, “Thaankk you,” she sing-songs as she picks up the glasses from the waiter’s tray and passes them around table.

“Pffft, that flat was a glorified closet at best,” Sam says, lifting her shot glass. Lena scrunches up her nose and makes a face, “and secondly, I wasn’t the only one getting laid.”

Kara stiffens and her hand tightens around the shot glass as she raises it. Alex is so, so sure she hears it crack.

“What are we cheers’ing to?” Kelly asks, picking up her glass, and studying reddish liquid, “And what is this?”

Nia lifts her glass to her nose and grimaces, “Oh, that’s a Washington Apple,” and she wafts the offending odor away from her face.

“Okay, okay. To Lena’s semester abroad.” Alex chortles and raises her glass.

“To Lena’s semester abroad!” the other women echo, except Sam, whose eyes stay fixed on Lena as she raises her own glass.

It is too easy, honestly.

“To Pound Town.” Sam crows and throws back her head, the drink easily sliding down her throat.

Lena nearly chokes as she swallows, and quickly Kara’s hand is on her back, shot forgotten on the table and eyes wide with worry, “Are you okay?”

Nia licks her lips and shakes her head, trying to loosen the disgusting taste in her mouth, “What did you just say?”

“I-.. I’m fine.” Lena waves a hand and presses it against her chest, sucking in a breath.

Alex clenches her jaw and reaches across the table, snatching Kara’s drink and begrudgingly finishing it, “Damnit.”

“Sorry, babe.” Kelly consoles, rubbing her girlfriend’s shoulder.

Alex sits motionless for a moment before snapping her head up and staring at Sam, “Did you just say ‘pound town’?”

Nia nods in agreement as she sips on her drink, trying to get the bitter taste of cranberry and whiskey out of her mouth, “Yeah, what the hell is that?”

Sam leans back in her chair and brings her arm around Lena’s shoulders, squeezing and pulling her in close to her side and out of Kara’s loose embrace.

Kelly sucks in a breath and glances down to the table, eyes wide by the sheer audacity of Sam. While Alex audibly scoffs at the power move. Nia sways in her seat, and points an accusatory finger in Sam’s direction.

“I see your angle. Rein in it, why dont’cha?” she laughs, drunk and proud of her wordplay, and raises her hand for a high five. When no one at the table moves, she lowers her arm and rolls her eyes “Whatever,” she mumbles, poking at her umbrella again. 

Kara looks over to the growing space between herself and Lena and leans forward slowly, her eyes fixed on Sam and set to kill.

“Pound town,” Sam twirls a finger into Lena’s ponytail, her tongue peeking out between her lips as she glances at Kara, “We used to go there all the time.”

And this must be what death feels like, calmly and cold, settling into her palms, its icy grip moving its way up her back. And Lena is going to welcome it right here and now. Just to die and be dead and cease to exist. Lena closes her eyes, ready to welcome oblivion. She should have known better than to give Sam an inch. Because if she gives Sam an inch she takes a whole goddamn marathon mile.

Alex lifts a single finger and motions between Sam and Lena from across the table, “You two used to...” her eyes wide and expectant, but mostly pleading for her question not to have an answer. Not for her sake, but for Sam’s.

“Go to Pound Town?” Sam finishes as she lifts up her beer bottle and takes a sip, “almost every night.”

“Stop saying ‘pound town’.” Kara pleads and squeezes her eyes shut as she pinches the bridge of her nose.

“Pound City, then.” Sam quips, and waves her hand in a flourish as her other dips down into the collar of Lena’s shirt, tracing abstract patterns just below the nape of her neck, “Whatever, Lena loved it.”

Lena tucks her head, chin pressing against her chest, and glances woefully over to Kara who will likely pick up her body from the sticky bar floor and be writing her obituary by morning. Lena gives herself over to something greater and makes her peace that the only monument to the Luthor name will be an “In Remembrance” plaque hung up above the jukebox in an alien bar.

Sam presses a wet, drunk kiss against Lena’s temple; which causes her to jerk up, ramrod-straight in her chair. Maybe if she doesn’t move, she will just disappear. 

“Shit, babe, remember that night you were all like, ‘no, we can’t go again,’ and I told you we totally could, and finally, you were like, ‘okay but this is the last time Sam-a-lamb,’ and one time became three times and then six times, and finally you had gotten so much you couldn’t even walk straight.”

Kara’s eyes slowly grow wider, and Alex realizes with growing horror that her sister is possibly about to commit murder. Like, public execution. Like, kill-Sam-and-stick-her-on-a-post-in-front-of-Al’s-as-a-warning-to-all-others-not-to-remove-Lena-Luthor-from-super-cuddles assassination.

“Is she always this extra?” Nia asks painfully, lowering her head down onto her crossed arms, and resting on the table.

“She’s insufferable, and obviously she is embellishing.” Lena says, jabbing an elbow into an amused Sam’s side, “But you can practically get anything you want. We did spend many an inebriated night there.”

“Kara!” Alex yelps, slipping out of her seat with a small, drunken stumble, and linking her arm through her sister’s. “How’bout a round of pool, huh?”

Kara plants her feet, and the dirty linoleum floor cracks beneath her, “Shiiit,” Nia slurs, lifting her head up, “should’ah bet on the floor.” Alex bungees back into sister’s side, and tugs her arm again. This time Kara’s relents and allows Alex to pull her away.

“She’s messing with you.” Alex hisses as she shuttles them away from the group towards the pool table. Kara’s gaze stays planted directly over her shoulder, eyes flickering with cerulean heat as she half-listens to her sister.

“Six.” Kara says resolutely, hands nearly on her hips as she turns before thinking better of it, “Six, Alex.” she hisses back at her sister, “6.” she says, defeated. 

“How in the hell can I compete with that? Bring gatorade and trail mix to the bedroom?” Kara says, worry edging into her voice.

“Like Lena is ever going to be in your bedroom at this rate.” Alex slams the rack down on the table, and Kara straightens up, “Do you know what Pound Town even is.”

Kara waves her hands in a flourish, and plugs her ears, “La-la-no-no-no. Stop saying that.” she squeezes her eyes shut.

Alex juts out an arm, and collects a pool stick propped up from against the wall. She leans down, squaring up over the edge of the table and strikes a perfect break against her sister’s abdomen. Kara looks down in faux shock at the perfect blue ‘o’ dusted on her shirt.

“It’s like...the limey version of a Dollar General.” Alex pushes herself up from the table's edge, and leans back, rolling her eyes, “Kelly looked up on her phone while you were death-glaring at Sam. You fall for this every time she does it.”

“I do not.” Kara tuts, crossing her arms.

“The Rail Yard?” Alex drops her chin, giving her sister a blank stare.

“Tha-..that could’a been a sex dungeon.” Kara protests, pointing an accusatory finger at her sister.

“It was literally a restaurant they remodeled from an old train depot.”

“How was I supposed to know that?!” Kara throws her hand ups

Alex’s eyes go white for a moment as they roll into the back of her head, “This is it. This will be the time you two idiots finally make me stroke out.”

Kara’s head falls back and she stares up at the ceiling, a frustrated groan rumbling in the back of her throat.

“Look, she knows how you feel about Lena. Hell, anyone with eyes knows, and both of you just sit there, ocular intercoursing each other out in the open and we all have to suffer as unwilling voyeurs every time you two are within ten feet of each other.”

Supergirl looks off into a distant corner of the smoky bar, eyes shining with the knowledge of the cosmos. She also doesn’t need this shit. She is practically a god.

Alex snaps her fingers in front of her sister's face, “Don’t go all smoldering and stoic. This is the same thing she did at game night.”

“What game night?” Kara drops her arms, relenting to her ever present weight of loving Lena bearing down on her shoulders.

“The best of fiv... ya know what,” Alex shoots up her hands, effectively cutting herself off, “wrong timeline.” Kara blinks, “The point is, she is trying to rile you up so you finally make a move.”

Kara’s brain short circuits and boots back on, “I can make a move.”

“It’s been four years.”

“I can make all kindsa moves.”

Alex purses her lips and frowns, “You are drawing up blueprints to plan the plans for your moves.”

“Whatever,” Kara groans, changing the subject “What’s the bet tonight?”

“FIfty on what you break.” Alex taps her hand over the bundle of cash in her pants pocket.

“What did you have?”

“Shot glass in five.”

Kara blows out a low, sad whistle and clutches her hand to her chest, “Rao, have a little more faith in me then that.”

“Sam has the barstool in ten.” Alex smirks deviously, “And, there is a contingency plan.”

“What?” Kara whines through her teeth, eyes widening behind her glasses, “I thought that was a myth.”

“Someone has to make a move. And it’s not like you were ever gonna get around to it.” Alex snarks, widening her stance, arms akimbo, “Plus it’s not a myth, super dork. It’s just in a group chat that you’re not a part of. Tonight is the night, so if you don’t, Lena is.”

“That’s rude you know.” Kara chastises, and drops into a take-off stance, rubbing her hands together and a little giddy at Alex’s revelation. She bites her lip in thought and glances up to her sister, “How much time do I have?”

“Almost...” Alex looks at her watch and winces, “six and a half minutes give or take? Where are you go-..” But a gust of air is already hitting Alex’s face as she stares at a swinging alleyway door. Kara is gone, and a distant boom echoes in the distance as the sound barrier cries out, cracked by one lovesick and slightly horny Kryptonian.

“Oh shit.” Alex breaths in, and then forces a bright smile as she turns, making her way back to their table of friends.

“Where did Kara go?” Lena asks more jovially than necessary as she pushes a hand into the side of Sam’s laughing face. 

“Probably flew to Sexless in the City.” Sam blurts out, busting into another fit of hysterics as the front door blows up. The gust of accompanying wind sweeps up a dusting of leaves that silhouettes Kara, box tucked beneath her arm in its threshold.

“God,” Kelly whines, “Good or bad. You Kryptonians and your dramatic entrances.”

Sam throws a thumb over her shoulder towards the door, “I wasn’t that dramatic.”

“Mmm, but weren’t you though?” Alex tilts her head side to side thoughtfully.

“Took a trip over to Pound Town and got this one her own girlfriend.” Supergirl says, voice low, dripping with bravado and jutting a finger at Sam as she stalks forward.

“Told ya to Rein it in!” Nia perks up, and gives herself an astral high five, incandescent purple sparks fading off the tips of her fingers because, Boom. Fireworks.

Kelly lolls her head in Alex’s direction and screws her eyes shut because she is just so tired™ and because ‘these fucking idiots’ need so much therapy.

Alex blinks, and gives a quick, agreeable shrug as she comes up beside her girlfriend.

Sam tips her bottle at Nia, “Fair. May have crossed a line.” she concedes as a gust of wind blows up through her hair, sweeping it across her brow and obscuring her view.

“Shit, or a few lines.” Sam grits through her teeth as she runs her hands back through the tangles. She immediately chokes out a breath as the sharp corner of a box slams into her solar plexus and the barstool being kicked out beneath her shatters. Before Sam realizes she’s in a slow motion free fall, she is on her back in a crater of shattered linoleum, box clutched to her chest and gaping up at very pissed Kara Zor El.

“Here.” Kara snarls, pressing the box into Sam’s chest with a final push, eyes pulsing with heat behind skewed glasses.

All higher brain function shuts down for Lena then, her eyes fluttering shut for the briefest moment, and Nia juts out her bottom lip as she cheers her astral-projected self, “Girl, same.”

Back online, Lena reaches out, hands flexing needy, open and shut towards Kara. But before she can grab the fabric of Kara’s taut shirt, straining over those flexed biceps, she is face to face with a disheveled and flushed Kryptonian.

Kara throws a thumb over her shoulder towards a wheezing, supine Sam’s direction, “I’m sorry.” She confesses through her teeth.

Lena licks her lips, and does her best to suppress a dangerously bright smile, “Did you really...” she trails off as a laugh tumbles out of her, and Kara swears it is the only sound she wants to hear for the rest of her life.

“Go to Pound Town?” Kara asks leaning in conspiratorially, and with a little too much confidence, “Why? Would you like to come if I did?”

“Oh shit. That’s a move.” Alex mumbles under her breath.

Heat race under Lena’s skin, like a fever in her blood, and the flush creeps up all the way to the tips of her ears. And no, this is how Lena is sure she dies, by some corny double entendre from Kara that shouldn’t be having the effect on her that it does but absolutely is. So she plays it cool, feverish expression and all by resting a hand on her hip and giving an over exaggerated eye/head roll combo.

“Did you really think that line would work?” she says about an octave too high as she reaches around Kara and grabs her contingency plan. “Sláinte.” And Lena tilts her head back, throat open and burning with tequila. After a moment of reckoning, she brings her head forward and is met with a smug smirk pulling across Kara’s mouth.

“Did it?”

Lena schools her painful expression to something sadly more concerning; the inherent awe that comes with the knowledge that she is hopelessly in love with one (1) alien himbo.

“Unfortunately, yes.” she says in a huff, wrapping her arms around Kara’s neck, and pulling her into a hard kiss.

Their friends and the bar patron’s lets out a collective sigh, and the voices of ‘finally’ and ‘bout fuckin time’ are mumbled in concordance around the bar.

Sam raises a limp hand that Nia takes, helping her to her feet, “What’s the time?” she asks, pulling herself up.

Kelly turns her wrist over, and gives an approving nod, “Barstool in ten.”

Sam presses a hand into her lower back and slowly straightens herself up, rolling her eyes at the public love fest happening beside her, “Ew, gross, but worth it. Gimme my money, Danvers.”

Alex begrudgingly digs into her pocket, and smacks the wad of bills into Sam's outstretched hand, “Why can’t you just do this normal for once?”

Sam waves off the comment as she slips the money into her pocket, and brushes a few stray pieces of floor off of her shoulder, “Because where is the fun in that? It works every time.” 

Lena gently pulls away from the kiss and stares into the clear skies of Kara’s eyes. She adjusts her glasses and turns in their embrace towards Sam, and dips her head, motioning to the box her friend is still holding.

“Looks like someone is getting lucky tonight.” Lena murmurs as Kara’s warm lips move up her neck, nipping and kissing along the underside of jaw.

Sam arches a questioning eyebrow, and turns the box over in her hands. She is met with the plastic, blown up, cartoonish face staring dead-eyed back at her, mouth positioned in a perfect ‘O’

“She kinda looks like you.” Nia observes over Sam’s shoulder.

Kara’s hums in agreement as she walks her fingers around Lena’s back, pulling her close against her chest, “Yeah. So she can go fuc-...”

“Myself, yeah.” Sam cuts in, raising and shaking the package, conceding to Kara, “I deserve that.”

[sh-571]

How the scene should have gone and did go in my head!

[ao3feed-supercorp]

Brainia Cures Lena‘s Gay Panic

by fullmoonfrog

“How frequently do you experience gay panic?”

“EXCUSE me?!”

Words: 757, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, Gen

Characters: Lena Luthor, Querl Dox, Kara Danvers (mentioned), Nia Nal (mentioned)

Relationships: Querl Dox & Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Querl Dox/Nia Nal (mentioned) - Relationship

Additional Tags: Gay Panic, Bisexual Lena Luthor, Querl Dox & Lena Luthor Friendship, Wingman Brainy, Wingwoman Nia Nal, Shenanigans, Does it count as crack if it’s a scenario that would definitely happen?, Gay Mess Lena Luthor, (gay used as a loose term because she is bi in this fic), Pre-Relationship

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[juskru]

Okay, but can we talk about Alex being the best sister, sister-in-law, wingwoman?

Yeah Kara, we’re thrilled too 🤩

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I really love how those two went from not trusting each other, bumping heads constantly to this:

I’m glad Lena got to see the other of side needing to keep certain secrets.

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And Lena’s “unspoken” confession that Kara is her person... *breathes shakily in Supercorp*

Damn network baiting us on a whole new level, but here we are eating it with a silver spoon and asking for more 😒 ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 😒

Okay, I’ll just go curl into a ball and cuss myself for falling in love with two idiots.

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Fic Masterlist (Updated 03/26)

That there music note leads you to a gay playlist. Listen wisely.

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Yelena Belova

Habits ♫ (Series)

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Rating: E (Explicit! 18+ only!)

Word Count (main series): 41.8k (including one-shots): 44.4k (so far)

Warnings: Fuckboy!Yelena; P0rn Without Plot p0rn with a lil plot; Childhood Bestfriend!Natasha; Reader basically gets railed idk; Reader’s parents also suck but they don’t matter much; Selfish Fic for Me Myself and I

Synopsis: It’s been a few years since you last saw your childhood best friend, Natasha, and her little sister, Yelena. Transferring colleges leads to you needing a roommate, and that roommate just so happens to be Natasha. Not much has changed between you, you’re still thick as thieves. Her sister, however, is a completely different story.

| Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four |

One-Shots:

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Just Call My Name / I’m Yours To Tame (series smh)

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Rating: E (Explicit, minors DNI)

Word Count: 1.8k (so far)

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort; sad sex; this is literally sad as fuck, yall on twitter said you wanted this but u did not realize this was entirely just SADNESS lmfao; soft smut lowkey; i’d like to think this is a tasteful reincarnation/soulmate au but it’s extremely cheesy

Synopsis: Yelena hasn’t allowed herself to be selfish in centuries. When a face reappears after centuries of loneliness, she doesn’t quite know what to do with herself.

| Part One | Part Two | Part Three |

Kate Bishop

Down Bad

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Rating: E (Explicit!! 18+ only!)

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: R is a magic painter whaaat; R is also thirsty af for Kate; Gay Panic; Muscle Fixation (if that’s even a thing lmao); Natasha is THE wingwoman of the century; Kidnapping (but like, it’s chill); Basically p0rn without plot; Oral (r receiving); Fingering (r receiving) and yuh yuh!

Synopsis: You’ve got a tiny (big) crush on your father’s new prodigée. Lucky for you, Auntie Natasha is here to help. (aka: the one where you’re down bad for Kate Bishop so you get railed by her)

Dawnbringer (series)

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Rating: E (Explicit eventually, 18+)

Word Count (so far): 5.3k

Warnings: Slowburn; Dark Themes; Supernatural Creatures; Werewolf Tropes; Vague Prophecies; Legions of the Undead; Vampiric Overlords; Sapphic Pining; Gay Panic; Apocalyptic Scenarios; Angst/Hurt/Comfort/Happy Ending

Synopsis: After an uneventful party, your night becomes a whole lot more eventful when an encounter with an enormous blue-eyed wolf places you in the middle of an ancient prophecy and a world you never knew existed. Can you fight against fate itself, or will you let legend control your destiny?

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Carol Danvers

Falling In Love (and Other Clichés)

Rating: M (Mature)

Word Count: 9.7k

Warnings: Light Smut; Hints of Homophobia; Fluff & Pining

Synopsis: You need a date to your ex’s wedding (to your cousin); Carol volunteers, and a whole lot of feelings bubble to the surface.

Perks of the Job 

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Rating: E (Explicit) 18+

Word Count: 5.6k (so far)

Warnings: porn without plot basically; smut; slight daddy kink; ceo carol danvers au; also tony stark shits on dongal trumpet (not literally i just realized how bad that seems after everything else. i meant verbally); oral (reader receiving); Carol being a cocky little shit; ooc wanda probably

Synopsis: You’re expected to take the mantle as CEO of Stark Industries, being not only the daughter of Tony himself, but also one of the top employees. You work your ass off all day for the company, and how does your father repay you? By cutting off your bank accounts, to ‘teach you a lesson’, and practically giving you away to the CEO of a rival company until a proper deal is made between the two. Out of your annoyance blooms a scandalous affair.

Part One

Kara Danvers

Sweet Tooth

Rating: M

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: Dark!Fic. Descriptive grotesque monsters and violence; my potty mouth again; my thirst in general; TW: Food Service Industry (Coffeeshop AU but i romanticize NOTHING about being a barista)

Synopsis: You’ve got a crush on a regular. Unfortunately, in a world full of superhumans and aliens, normalcy is simply not an option - not even for a lowly barista such as yourself.

Darcy Lewis

Bar Fries (and Other Drunk Blessings)

Rating: M

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: Hella Gay Tropes! Darcy is my wife goodbye. Literally nothing is bad abt this it’s basically fluff with very light pining. this is the comfort fic i fuckin need lmao

Synopsis: You get a drunk phone call at 4am from a very pissed off astrophysicist who loves to rant about lost bar fries and stolen iPods. Your brother tries to set you up with a girl who tased him.

Wanda Maximoff

Cast A Spell (On You)

Rating: M

Part I | Part 2 coming soon?

Word Count: 3.2k (so far)

Warnings: Reincarnation AU, general gay topes, just SAD

Synopsis: Curses are all fun and games ‘til you pull the short end of the stick. AKA: The Soulmate AU absolutely nobody asked for, combined with the 5+1 fic nobody asked for

Diana Prince

Revelation: XIV ♫ (Series)

Rating: M (Mature)

Word Count: 19.5k

Warnings: Past Trauma; Child Experimentation; Memory Loss; Graphic Flashbacks of Torture; Themes of Death and Dying; Slowburn AF; Angst AF; Happy Ending but Wow It’s Somber

Synopsis: If anyone were to ask Diana Prince if she believed in angels, she’d laugh in their faces. If anyone were to tell her she’d be protecting one, she’d never believe them. Yet, here you are, a dead girl come back to life with no memories of your violent past and divine powers that Diana has never witnessed before. Can you unlock the secrets of your memories and your destiny before you’re captured again, or will you be lost forever?

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Natasha Romanoff

Everything Stays  ♫ (Series)

Rating: Mostly M, Some E (Mature, but there will be smut in later parts)

Word Count: 14.8k (so far)

Warnings: Hella Dark, Vampire AU, Lowkey Horror; I basically did to Van Helsing what Wynonna Earp did to Wyatt Earp (Historical Fanfic? Even if Helsing wasn’t real,,,); Existential Dread, always babes; There will be pron. i’ll tell u when but pls read the dang descriptions

Synopsis: You awaken after a century long slumber as the monster your family was destined to destroy. This, unfortunately, can only mean one thing: your greatest enemy is awake, too, and growing stronger. Can you save the world again, despite being the very creature you despise?

| One | Two | Three | Four | coming soon |

5 Times You Fell For Natasha & The One Time Natasha Falls

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Rating: M (Mature)

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: Mentions of Past Trauma / Child Experimentation; Fluff; Pining

Synopsis: As the newest Avenger, you find yourself becoming best friends with the Black Widow. Your bond is unlike most, and it isn’t long before you begin questioning your feelings for her. AKA the 5+1 fic we’ve all read before but I’m doing it anyway

Take My Breath Away

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Rating: T (Teen & Up for Cursing uwu)

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: I’m-Sick-But-Refuse-To-Admit-It Trope; Fluff; Soft af

Synopsis: Natasha has the flu and to avoid her wrath, the Avengers decide to go on a top secret mission. Unfortunately, either because you’re the newest member of the group or because Natasha always seems to fixate on you, you’re tasked with staying behind and taking care of her. You may have bitten off more than you can chew.

To Mend (Request)

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Rating: T (Teen & Up for my POTTY MOUTH)

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: Post-Breakup, Will-They-Wont-They, Angst, Fluffy Ending?, Mentions of Nat’s Trauma

Synopsis: You and Natasha broke up years ago when you decided to sign up for a Super Soldier program. Now, you’re asked to join the Avengers - which, inevitably, means confronting your ex and the heartache that you’ve totally, 100% dealt with.

The Problem (With Crushes)

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Rating: Explicit (18+ only!!)

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Natasha Romanoff Is A Brat And We All Know It; And She Has A Praise Kink (Change My Mind You Can’t); Smut; P0rn With (Minimal) Plot; Nothing kinky this time sorry guys uwu just pron; OH ALSO there’s slight gore but not really that bad or detailed

Synopsis: You finally take your place at your brother’s side by joining the Avengers, and thankfully, you get along with almost everyone. Almost.

For Funsies / Multi Ship

12 Days of Holiday Fics

Rating: VARIES. 1-5 is rated G for General Audiences, everything else ABSOLUTELY THE FUCK IS NOT! minors dni with those!

Word Count (So Far): 31k

Synopsis: It’s the holidays. I wrote some short fics. Some are fluff, some aren’t. I’d say it’s about 50/50 LSKDFJF because i genuinely cannot help myself

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