#yes this is my second supercorp puppy prompt today

[mrsluthordanvers]

Supercorp Prompt- 'BUT LOOK AT THE EARS! LOOK HOW CUTE!' 'We ARE NOT keeping it!' (In which they keep it)

I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS FRIEND!!!! <3

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“I just want to look.” Kara whines.

“You never want to just look.” Lena replies with a raised eyebrow.

“Please Lena!” Kara pouts as she swings their hands between them. “I’ll never ask again.”

“Also, not true.” Lena smirks. “You said the same thing last weekend.”

“Lenaaaaa,” Kara tugs gently on her hand as she stares at her with soft eyes. “Pleeeeease.”

Lena can’t stop the smile as she waves her free hand for Kara to lead on.

“They have different ones this week.” Kara chatters while she tugs Lena past vendors selling various produce, completely focused on the multilevel tower the humane society set up to show off a couple cats available for adoption.

“Look at them.” Kara coos as she puts her free hand against the wire, letting a short haired ginger sniff her palm before she wiggles a finger through the siding.

Lena’s zoned out staring at Kara’s happy profile haloed in morning sun when she feels Kara stiffen under her hand.

“Lena…” Kara’s mouth gapes as she stares off at a pen set up in the grass. “They have puppies.” Kara turns to stare at Lena with shiny eyes.

“Kara…” Lena warns as Kara starts to drift backwards, their arms stretching out between them. “Kara, no.”

Lena knows she’s already lost when Kara lets go of her hand. Blonde hair bouncing on her shoulders as she disappears between other passing couples.

Kara’s spread out on the grass when Lena catches up. A small puppy already sitting in her lap. The two of them wiggling together in excitement.

“Oh boy.” Lena whispers to herself as she approaches. Gingerly lowering herself into the grass as Kara holds up the small wriggling ball of fluff towards her with a grin.

“Look at him.” Kara croons as she pulls the puppy back towards her, bumping noses and cooing as the puppy licks at her face.

“Very cute.” Lena admits as she watches her girlfriend. Eyes and nose crinkled in happiness.

As soon as it’s out of her mouth, Kara perks up. Turning towards Lena with an open mouth.

“No.” Lena says before the question can even pass Kara’s lips.

Unfazed Kara just holds up the puppy beside her. “But look at the ears!”

Lena eyes drift up to the ears Kara’s currently rubbing her nose against. One perked up in alert, the other flopping over at the tip like it just can’t help it.

“Look at how cute!” Kara peels her eyes away from the puppy and suddenly Lena’s pinned with two sets of puppy eyes.

“We’re not taking it.”

Sighing, Kara lifts the puppy to tuck it under her chin.

“Can you at least take a picture?”

Lena pulls her phone out without hesitation, taking a few more pictures then entirely necessary.

“Look at how cute we are!” Kara looks over Lena’s shoulder at the photo. “Let’s get one with you too!”

Kara takes the phone from Lena before she can protest. Hooking her chin over Lena’s shoulder as she holds up the phone in front of them. Placing the puppy in Lena’s lap so she can wrap her arm around Lena’s waist.

Kara snaps the photo while Lena’s distracted looking down at the puppy.

“We look good.” Kara whispers in her ear, making Lena jolt as she holds the phone for Lena to see.

“I think you like him.” Kara teases gently, pressing her nose into Lena’s hair as Lena stares at the photo with a small smile.

“Go ask them for the adoption papers.” Lena whispers before she can change her mind.

[mooosicaldreamz]

idk how you & lynne are able to write so much. tbh y’all are a blessing. i did a random # generator for the things u said prompts so i’m submitting 40 for supercorp!

according to lynne i have sucked up all the inspiration in the apt, which is apparently a finite resource, so i guess i will be the one producing any writing today…….anyway here it goes. things i said when you met my parents. @narraboths said there was only one choice when i was given this prompt. 

One second, Kara is flipping Lena’s omelette over in the pan with careful and steady precision, dancing to the Real Estate song pouring out of Lena’s way-too-big sound system, when the door opens.

It’s been three months of dating, two blissful months of having great sex, one month since Lena had insisted Kara take a key to her large off-campus apartment and told her to go get milk and kale on the way back from her radio journalism class. Kara had got the milk, some cookies, a giant bouquet of shitty grocery store flowers, and forgotten the kale, but Lena had kissed her anyway.

She had met Lena freshman year in their shared Intro to 18th Century Lit class, and they had been through a lot of nonsense to get to here - Kara had dated this shitty dude named Mike, Lena had nearly blown up their friendship group by dating James for three weeks sophomore year. But Kara had felt it this past summer, while Lena fell asleep on the phone because she was in Turkey with her brother and Kara listened. It would be this year that they would figure it out.

They had, and that was awesome. What was not awesome was Kara turning away from the electric stovetop and seeing someone other than Lena in the doorway, while wearing an FBI t-shirt reading Female Body Inspector (gifted from her sister in a fit of drunken Amazon shopping) and boxers covered in tiny little flying cupids. Last night, when Lena had taken them off of her before giving her some inspired head, she had said they were cute.

The woman with brown hair and a Valentino bag did not look like she would share such an opinion. Kara recognizes her immediately, of course. Her first instinct is to punch the woman, because Lena had just finished a phone call with her mother that set her in such a mood that she demanded Kara drive to the dispensary just on the edge of campus and buy some edibles. They had sat in the dark and watched Mighty Morphin Power Rangers and then when that had worn off, Lena had cried and Kara had kissed her face all over.

“I didn’t realize Lena had a roommate,” Lillian Luthor, drawing to her full height. She’s taller than Kara, serene-looking and unperturbed. Kara was very perturbed, because she was wearing boxers and had nothing as smart as that to say back, besides a colorful string of curse words.

The door opens again. Lillian sidesteps the wide arc it makes as Lena barrels in without looking up from her bag.

“Darling, I hope some of that food is for me, because I’m starving, and I think my mother wants to have dinner with me tonight-“

Kara makes a strangled noise. Lena looks up her way and the smile on her face is pretty enough that Kara forgets that her mother is watching and smiles back. But then Lillian makes a soft coughing noise, and a look of deep horror rushes over Lena’s face as she looks over from Kara to the visage of her mother, dark and batlike in the corner of her formerly sunny kitchen.

“Lena, there’s an FBI agent in your home,” Lillian says, deadpan. It would be funny if Kara didn’t feel like dying.

They go to breakfast because in the process of getting dressed and resolving to burn her FBI t-shirt, Lena’s omelette burns and Kara’s assembled collection of breakfast items get sneered at by Lillian. Apparently Rice Krispies is not a meal to be eaten by anyone with a job over the age of eleven.

“You do have a job, I assume,” Lillian says. Kara doesn’t muster a response, just holds tighter to Lena’s hand as Lillian’s driver takes them over to Salt and Pepper. Lena’s jaw clenches.

“You know, mother, when you insisted on having a key to my place, I thought you’d agree that barging in without warning was a healthy boundary,” Lena says.

“I was in town, and you weren’t answering my calls,” Lillian says, breezily. Watching the two of them talk at each other is sort of like watching Winn and his nerd friends play Pong. Kara isn’t sure how or when to interject.

“You want me to go to that awful gala with Jack, I know,” Lena says. Her head drops against the seat of the car, and her neck rolls as the car moves along. Lillian cocks her head.

“I see now why you didn’t like the idea. You might’ve told me. Surely Kara has a dress suitable for the occasion,” Lillian says. The smile on her face does not meet her eyes. Kara is not inclined to smile back. She just grips Lena’s hand and draws patterns across the back of it, trying to bleed some calm into her. It isn’t clear that it works, but when the car rolls to a stop and Lillian insists they sit in the window seat at the restaurant, exactly where Lena hates to sit because the early morning sun is apparently too bright on her, she gives Kara a small smile.

“What all is good here, then?” Lillian asks. Food is something Kara is capable of talking about to almost anyone, so she gives it a shot, letting Lena take a long drink of water.

“I’m a big fan of the eggs benedict,” Kara says. She feels Lena’s hand arrive on her thigh in a soft, reassuring gesture, and it provokes her to give a smile to Lillian. There’s nothing but a frown in return.

“Certainly not very healthy,” Lillian says. “Lena, I certainly hope you haven’t been eating things as fattening as eggs benedict while you’ve been gallivanting with this one.”

“She eats a lot of kale, actually,” Kara says, dropping her hand under the table and holding Lena’s hand. Lena is rubbing her forehead with her spare hand in much the same gesture as she makes when she’s been staring at blueprints for five hours. Kara likes it then, because Lena with her reading glasses and work face on is cute, susceptible to snuggles, and always open to buying them late-night cheese fries at Devil Dawgs. But this Lena is not as fun.

“That would explain the sallow look,” Lillian says.

Kara knows the definition of the word sallow, definitely read it in her SAT prep classes, and it’s not how she would describe Lena. Lena is gorgeous, has been gorgeous since she stood up on the first day of class and said her name was Lena Luthor and that her favorite book was Siddhartha, and Kara had watched her take studious notes for an hour and a half. She was beautiful the day she kissed Kara in the freezing cold rain on the corner outside McDonalds right after Kara had tried to eat three McNuggets at once. She was beautiful when she came and she was beautiful this morning when she had let Kara keep her in bed for five minutes extra so that they could share sleepy, morning breath kisses. Kara is certain she will be beautiful in graduation robes, and wedding dresses, and holding babies, and solving world hunger.

So she can’t help but take offense.

“I’m going to the restroom,” Lena says. She stands abruptly. Kara watches her go with some worry. It’s too early in the morning for Lena to be crying about anything, but it looks all the same like she might be about to when she turns the corner into the restroom.

When she looks back to the table, Lillian is looking at her.

“So, a journalism major,” Lillian says. Kara stares at her. Apparently the spate of silence is too long. “Are you going to speak? Or stare?”

“Yes,” Kara says. Frustration is thrumming through her, an old anger that’s mostly quelled when she’s around Lena, absorbing the atmosphere of Lena. Her therapist used to call it orphan anger, which had seemed sometimes crass, but usually just as descriptions go.

“Which one?” Lillian asks. She smiles, takes a sip of her water. Kara feels her hand as though it were separate of her body reach up to grip the edge of the table.

“Why are you such a jerk to her?” Kara asks. She leans a quarter of the way over the table to make sure that no one overhears her disrespecting what is supposedly an adult.

“I’m sorry?” Lillian asks. She looks intrigued, like Kara has said something surprising and she’s halfway interested in hearing what else she has to say. Or like how people look at puppies barking at mirrors. Like it’s amusing. It makes Kara feel crazy.

“She is so - good, and she tries so hard to impress you when she doesn’t even need to, and you’re such a jerk,” Kara says. “Why?”

She doesn’t mean for it to sound so impassioned and sad, but that’s how it comes out, and it makes Lillian smile very gently.

“I don’t think you know your place,” Lillian says. “Perhaps you should find it.”

“My place is with Lena,” Kara says, and she smacks the edge of the table so hard that the water glasses shiver. “I’m with her. And you know what? She doesn’t need you.”

“I want what’s best for my daughter,” Lillian says.

“So do I,” Kara says. “And that includes you not being a jerk.”

“You may not understand Lena and I’s relationship, but I do care about her,” Lillian says. She leans back in her seat like she’s won something. Kara almost stands up and swings, but instead she chooses to reach into her lap and place her napkin on the table in front of her, standing slowly.

“I’m going to go check on her and make sure she isn’t crying because you’re a jerk,” Kara says. “When I come back, you can either be gone or in a fifty percent better mood, which I’m sure is the best your robot heart can manage, or else I’m going to make my friend James who works here drop hollandaise on your stupid, jerky head.”

Lillian stares at her. James, who’s just arrived at the table to take their drink order, stares at her. She brushes back him with a very dark look that has him scurrying backward.

She finds Lena in the women’s restroom, leaned up against the sinks and staring at the ceiling as though it might collapse down upon her. There’s no hesitation in wrapping her arms around Lena, pressing kisses up the column of her neck until she starts giggling and pushing Kara away.

“I’m sorry I left you out there,” Lena says, reaching up and pressing her long fingers into either side of Kara’s jaw, pulling her down into a quick kiss. It’s something like cool rain after an oppressive heat, kissing Lena right now in this restaurant bathroom after yelling at her mother. The sinks are fancy and the lights are bright and her mother is decidedly not here.

“It’s alright,” Kara says. “I left her out there. I’m sure that’s not in the etiquette books.”

“I read the etiquette books,” Lena says, kissing her again. “It was not in the etiquette books.”

“Is making out in this bathroom in the etiquette books?” Kara asks. Lena kisses her and keeps kissing her, and they super make out for a solid thirty seconds before Lena draws back with a sigh.

“As much as I want to keep breaking the rules of etiquette books, we should probably go out there and suffer through,” Lena says. She keeps pressed close to Kara, and Kara keeps holding onto her. She loves feeling Lena. Loves Lena. She had been meaning to tell her so.

“Your mother sucks,” Kara says. “But just think. When we get married, I can hand deliver the invitation and I’ll dunk it on her the way Winn does with his 64 controller when he wins at Mario Kart.”

“Oh, when we get married?” Lena asks. She’s smiling so pretty that Kara can’t think of the words inside her brain even though she’s real smart sometimes. So she just leans forward and kisses Lena again. “It’s only been three months, Danvers.”

“If you ever think of breaking up with me, just know that whoever you date after me will not dunk your wedding invitation in her face,” Kara says.

“I suppose we can’t break up, then,” Lena says, smiling.

“Probably not,” Kara says.

It takes them five more minutes to get out of the bathroom, and Lena is even smiling when she sits down again, her hand wound up in Kara’s. Lillian is still there, and Kara feels like she needs to mime buckling in. She settles for taking a drink of her mimosa, which James has taken the liberty of delivering for her without even her ordering. She’s glad they’re all still friends.

“I apologize, Lena,” Lillian says. She sounds like someone is holding a gun to her back and she’s swallowed a razor, but Kara grins as wide as she pleases. She does not elaborate, but Lena looks nearly stunned. Kara squeezes her hand. “Tell me about…journalism, Kara.”

Kara does.

[sandstonesunspear]

Best Friends

Supercorp, Lena-centric

Found a prompt chart for Pride Month and figured I’d try my hand at it. I’m a day behind because life. Parings are random.

Based off this headcanon from @unnecessary-database. Thanks for letting me run with it today.

AO3

When Kara had first asked her to do a TedTalk, Lena had immediately said no. She was, after all, a Luthor. Who in their right mind would want to listen to a speech given by a woman who was the sister to a psychopathic mass murderer and the daughter of a woman championing genocide and terrorism in the name of humanity?

You’re not Lex, Lena, and you’re not your mother, Kara had protested almost immediately before pulling out her trump cards: a pout and a set of puppy dog eyes.

Between Kara’s words and the puppy dog eyes, Lena never stood a chance. She had just sighed and agreed to exactly one talk, ignoring the way her stomach fluttered at the wide smile on Kara’s lips.

Three days later, she spoke on the need for more women in STEM while highlighting the achievements of those currently in the field.

Women in STEM is not some idealistic or politically correct idea, she had told the audience. It is a must, because you cannot be what you cannot see, and there are little girls out there who have ideas that could save the world, but unless they see themselves represented here, in a room exactly like this, those ideas will just stay ideas.

It had been well received. She had received a standing ovation from the crowd once her speech was over and journalists in attendance had written glowing pieces about it. To her surprise, one successful TedTalk led to the request for another one, which was just as well received as the last one. Before she knew it, she was being asked to give more talks at science and education conventions.

I can’t believe they want more, she had told Kara over dinner.

Kara had just laughed. Why wouldn’t they? You’re an amazing woman, Lena.

Lena had felt her stomach flip at Kara’s words and settled for ducking her head instead of stammering out a response.

It was no surprise that when she bought out CatCo, Lena made sure that there a TedTalk channel was quickly set up. Unlike many of the other TedTalks she had given in the past, the videos featured on the CatCo channel were more comical, but still incredible informative. The features videos covered a wide variety of topics, from self-defence, which featured Agent Danvers throwing around a hapless Agent Demos,

Sandra Bullock was pretty spot on for the SING method. Agent Demos here is going to help me demonstrate it for those of you who are unfamiliar with it. Agent Demos grabbed her. So, SING: Solar plexus. A pained grunt from Demos. Instep. A yelp from him. Nose. A sickening crunch followed by swearing. And groin.

Whoa whoa whoa wait, Danvers--- A swift jab backwards that was followed by a squealing noise and then a thump as he collapsed.

To mental health, which saw Lena speaking about what it was like to be the sister of a mass murder,

You come home and find out from the news that your brother is a psychopathic mass murder. What do you do? she had started. Well, first thing’s first, you take a deep breath, close your eyes, count to three, and tell yourself that you are not to blame.

She had locked eyes with Kara. Because you aren’t your brother and holding yourself responsible for his crimes isn’t doing him or you any favours.

And more. There were few things that Lena wasn’t willing to cover, especially as she grew more comfortable with the compliments and praise the videos received. Having Kara as a rehearsal buddy certainly helped as well.

That was great! They’re going to love it! Kara would always say.

I think you’re a bit biased, Kara, Lena was say, blushing and rolling her eyes as her stomach flipped.

Maybe, Kara would shrug while her smile would turn shy for just a second.

It was about nine videos before Lena realised she had a crush on Kara. Every time she would see Kara’s proud smile in the audience, she felt her stomach flip. It took a conversation with a very exasperated Sam to make Lena actually do something about it.

-

“She’s my best friend, Sam,” she said for the umpteenth time.

Sam just rolled her eyes. “People don’t buy media companies for their best friends,” she said. “CEO’s with no idea of scope and have a major crush on someone who works for that company do.”

“It was a business decision!” Lena protested. “What better way to counter negative press than by buying a press company!”

“Aside from how unethical that is, you and I both know that’s not the reason you bought CatCo, and besides, CatCo hadn’t printed anything negative about you,” Sam said. “If you wanted to counter negative press, you would’ve bought the Daily Planet because they dragged you through the mud after Lex was arrested and to be honest, the tone they take whenever L-Corp comes up isn’t the greatest.”

Lena scowled at her friend.

Sam tried a different tactic. “You wear her NCU sweatshirt when you’re at home, Lena,” she pointed out.

“Kara left it and I get cold sometimes,” was Lena’s immediate response. .

“Uh huh.” Sam sighed. “Why don’t you just tell her?” Lena gave her a flat look. “Maybe drop some hints?”

“Hints?”

“That there’s something more there.”

Lena bit her lip.

“Look, I’m not saying outright tell her, just, do something, please?” Sam asked. “Before you buy out Netflix or something for her.”

Lena leaned back. “I’ll think about it.”

-

It was several days before Lena came up with the idea to do a TedTalk on how to make a best friend. It was her way of channelling her feelings into something productive while. That it would be a rehearsal of sorts for the day when she actually confessed said feelings to Kara just happened to be a convenient bonus.

Unlike previous TedTalks, Lena chose not to rehearse this one in front of Kara. Instead, she had dragged Winn into her office and used him to practice. To her dismay, he had started tearing up the first time he heard her speech. Winn was quick to reassure her that it wasn’t a bad speech, there was just a lot of emotion and subtext underneath.

It makes you sound human, he had said. More than the other TedTalks you gave, which is good.

Lena ran through it a few more times just to make sure. Winn nodded approvingly at each one before giving her a thumbs up.

You’ve got it, he had said and smiled. Lena’s stomach had remained still at the sight as she returned it.

That had been just two days ago. Now that she was on stage, Lena could feel her stomach getting ready to fly up her throat.

“Miss Luthor?” one of the stagehands asked.

Lena glanced at her.

“You’re up.”

-

Lena walked out onto the stage. She was met by cheers and applause and smiled. She waited for it to settled down, scanning the crowd while she waited. Almost immediately, she found Kara sitting in the front row next to Winn.

Lena felt her heart stutter in her chest. She took a breath. Then, Kara gave her an encouraging smile. She felt herself relax.

It’s just like any other TedTalk.

“So, you’re trying to make a best friend,” she started. “Where do you start? What do you look for? Well, in my experience, a best friend is someone who will stand by you despite your name and accept you for you.”

She saw Kara’s eyes widened.

“They’re someone who thinks that you’re a hero even though you feel like you’re not.”

Even with the distance between them, Lena could see tears starting to gather in Kara’s eyes.

“They’re someone who inspires you to be better and holds you up even when things look rather bleak.”

She locked eyes with Kara.

“And they’re someone that you could love.”

She could see Kara starting to cry silently. She bit her lip and focused back on the crowd.

“If you find someone with some or most of those qualities, then congratulations, you’ve found your best friend.”

Laughter broke out. Lena smiled right alongside with them before clapping her hands. “Now for the hard part: becoming friends with them…”

-

Lena was in her office going over the latest reports from R&D when Kara walked into her office. She looked up to see the Girl of Steel looking rather nervous. She raised an eyebrow.

“You look like someone just told you that they’re closing down Noonan’s,” Lena remarked.

“What? Oh, no, I’m fine,” Kara stammered out. “Wait, are they really?”

Lena laughed. “No, they’re not,” she said. “Although, if you’re concerned, I could always buy them for you.”

“That’s not necessary!” Kara rushed out. She let out a short breath. “I’m actually here to talk about your TedTalk.”

Lena bit her lip. “What about it?”

“What you said, were you talking about me?” Kara asked.

Lena sat back. “Yes,” she said without hesitation. “You, Kara Danvers, are most definitely my best friend.”

“So, that part about a best friend being someone you could love, does that mean…?” Kara trailed off.

“That I love you?” Kara nodded. “Yes.” The moment the words were out, Lena felt panic flare in her gut but she quickly pushed it back.

There’s only two outcomes, nothing to be afraid of, she told herself.

“Oh.”

Lena looked away, feeling a flush creeping up the back of her neck. “You don’t return the sentiment,” she guessed and tried to hide the embarrassment and grief that was starting to settle in.

“I do!” Kara blurted out.

Lena blinked. She stood and walked around her desk to stand in front of Kara. “You do?” she asked.

Kara nodded. “I do,” she said quietly, giving Lena a small, shy smile. “I just, you know, didn’t want to say anything because you’re Lena Luthor, CEO of L-Corp and to the rest of the world, I’m just Kara Danvers, journali--”

Lena interrupted Kara by pressing her to hers. It was an impulsive move, but it was one she didn’t regret. She placed her hands on Kara’s hips and let her eyes slip shut as Kara kissed her back. She felt Kara place her arms around her shoulders.

They broke apart when air became an issue.

“Sorry,” Lena apologised. “I couldn’t let you put yourself down like that. You’re not just a journalist, you’re my hero, Kara.”

Kara’s cheeks turned pink. “You really have a way with words, Miss Luthor,” she teased.

Lena grinned. “I would certainly hope so,” she said.

Kara pressed her forehead to Lena’s. “So, how what?” she asked.

Lena pretended to think. “How about dinner?” she suggested. “I was thinking about that place on 32nd street, the one with the potstickers that you like.”

Kara smiled widely. “Sounds perfect--” She cut herself off when the sound of alarms from downtown filtered in from the balcony. She winced. She looked back at Lena. “I’m sorry, I have to--”

Lena placed a hand on Kara’s chest, right on top of where she knew Kara hid the crest of House El.

“Go,” she told Kara. “It’s okay, we’ll talk more tonight. Now, go be a hero, Supergirl.”

Kara nodded. “I’ll be back,” she said as she stepped towards the balcony. She glanced to Lena, then she was gone.

Lena watched with a fond smile as Kara flew off.

“A Super and a Luthor, who would’ve thought?”