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[bdelizabeth]

(6x15 and a half, if i’d had anything to say about it)

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do. When I accessed the Totem’s gauntlet at the Hague, it said I needed to inspire a hope that burns longer and brighter than the sun.”  

Saying the words aloud now doesn’t make them seem any less impossible than they had in the Netherlands, and Kara sighs.

“But it didn’t give me a starting point like last time, and I can’t afford to try and fail, I mean—” She shakes her head, as if that will help shake the ugly memories away. “You saw how bad things got when I didn’t pass the courage gauntlet.”

Warm green eyes are still gazing at her in understanding, in expectation, and Kara wrenches herself out from beneath the weight of her failings and back to the crisis of the hour.

“I try to provide people with hope all the time— what can I do differently now?”

The petulant tone of her voice is grating even to her own ears but hey, okay, she’s the freaking Paragon of hope. She’s singlehandedly overcome Myriad’s mind control, the legacy of red Kryptonite, Obsidian North’s VR stranglehold, by inspiring people to believe. Yet now, now she can’t conjure one measly bit of faith? It’s not fair. If she was going to have a shot with any of the Totems, this one should have been a shoo-in.

Lena huffs out the faintest hint of a chuckle. “Well, on the bright side, if it’s a race between you and Nyxly to provide hope for a Hope Totem, I know where my money’s going.”

She smiles just a little as she says it, the lines of her face softening, and something about the depth of compassion in her eyes stills the anxious roiling of Kara’s stomach for just a moment. It’s a shame the gauntlet isn’t about finding her own source of hope, Kara muses absently. Because she’s got that right in front of her.

She returns Lena’s smile, practically on reflex at this point in their relationship, then sighs as the hopelessness of it all hits her once more. She sags against the side of the workbench, barely resisting the urge to throw herself dramatically across its surface.

Lena quirks an eyebrow like she knows exactly what Kara wants to do, and is just daring her to try. Kara shuffles her feet, cowed, and Lena shakes her head fondly.

“A burning hope?” she repeats, low and thoughtful, fingertips tapping against her chin as she considers.

Kara nods, tugging a despairing hand through her hair. “Longer and brighter than the sun.” Stupid gauntlet and its stupid flowery language. God forbid any of the challenges en route to dominion over everything in existence be straightforward.

Lena gazes at her another long moment, green eyes arresting and impenetrable, and then she’s pushing back on her stool, rounding the table to stand before her. She steps close, right into her space, and Kara feels her breathing hitch.

“What— what are you doing?” she stammers as Lena’s hands come up, fingers fluttering against her collarbone.

“I have an idea of how you might beat this gauntlet,” Lena hums, a corner of her mouth quirking as Kara’s cheeks flush scarlet, her palms beginning to sweat. Soft hands slip round to the back of Kara’s neck, fingers linking at her nape, and she just barely manages to restrain a full-body shiver at the sensation.

“But, um. What?” she manages eloquently as Lena’s hip presses against her pelvis, the lengths of their bodies slotting together.

Lena arches one perfect brow. “Well, I’m not going to fly myself to the Hague, am I?”

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[bdelizabeth]

its late and im thinking about Kara in the Catco bullpen getting scolded by Andera for the fourth time that day when Andrea suddenly gets a call mid-rant. Her attention uncharacteristically shifts away from torturing Kara for once as she pulls her phone from her pocket, and Kara gets confused when Andrea breaks into a wide, bright grin as she picks up the phone. 

“Hello my love-” Andrea greets the caller, and Kara’s eyebrows furrow. My love? As far as Kara knew, ever since Russel, Andrea hadn’t been seeing anyone-

“-How’s Newfoundland? Any updates on the situation with your mother?” 

Kara’s heart suddenly sinks in her chest. Her jaw drops, and she heaves in a heavy breath, completely against her own will, and Andrea certainly notices it because she sends her a funny look. But my love- my love was-

“Lena, please forgive me… let me put you on hold until I make it back to my office,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Thank you darling. Talk to you soon.” 

Andrea pulls her phone away from her ear, stares down at the caller ID for just a second with a look that Kara can only identify as gentle before she whips toward Kara with that familiar look of disgusted disappointment. 

“As I was saying, Ms. Danvers, your deadline for this piece is Friday at the latest, and if it isn’t on my desk perfectly finalized by five, consider yourself editing the advertisements for the rest of the month.” 

She turns around quickly, Kara’s presence already banished in her mind. As she pulls her phone back up to resume the call, Kara catches the first bits of Andrea’s words-

“Sorry about that, dear. Just an issue at work. No, nothing too important, I just didn’t want to be distracted from you.” 

Andrea’s voice is light and endeared, and Kara forces herself to stop listening as she shuts her office door behind her mid laugh. 

Kara glances down at her phone. She doesn’t have to check- she knows the last time Lena texted her was a simple “landed safely” message when she first arrived in Canada, and the last time she called her was-

Before she left National City. 

Kara doesn’t want to think about Andrea filling in all the spaces Lena had banished her from. Once, Kara would have been the first person Lena called to talk about anything and everything. Now, Kara feels like a stranger. And maybe that’s worse than when they had been enemies. 

But all that time- had Andrea been the one that Lena called? The one who’s apartment she visited unprompted? Has Andrea been Lena’s lunch date partner, her source of comfort, has Andrea been in Lena’s bed, sharing tentative glances and soft touches? 

Kara doesn’t think about it. She doesn’t think about it. 

She doesn’t even realize she’s snapped her pen in half until Nia taps on her shoulder, offering her a tissue with a pitying look. 

[bdelizabeth]

Supercorp bodyswap where Kara is immediately miserable because of how many back issues Lena has from sitting at a computer all day

They’re all standing in a very restricted, very awkward section of the DEO lab, sealed for all intents and purposes from outside view. Alex has a clipboard in hand, her pen hovering, like she can’t quite decide what to record.

“Lena,” Lena whines out loud, very obviously not to herself. She bounces on her feet. “Do you know how many blisters you have? It’s so uncomfortable in these shoes!”

“I mean, yes, Kara,” Kara responds in a clip, looking extremely stiff in her Supergirl regalia. Even her voice seems lower, aloof, and trained. “You’re in my body.”

Alex lifts her eyebrows, an expression she’s clearly made at least a dozen times since entering this room, and she makes a few notes.

“I’m so tired. My eyes are burning.”

Kara scoffs. “Please, it is not that bad. I’m starving, and I just ate. I feel like a bottomless black hole.”

“You’re not wrong,” Alex mutters to herself.

“You’re starving? I’m starving. Kale salads are not enough, I told you!”

Kara scoffs, but Lena continues, rubbing a hand to the small of her back.

“And my back is killing me.”

Her hands run around her own waist, and up. As if feeling, testing for other injuries. But they keep going up. And up. Kara stares at her intently as Lena lightly cups her own breasts, not thinking. Kara’s mouth falls slightly open.

“Do you not wear enough support?”

"Excuse me!” Kara yelps, high-pitched. “I--I wear enough support! You’re not--you’re not even wearing a bra! Under this!”

She motions to the super suit, blushing furiously.

Kara’s hands roam to slightly under her pencil skirt, lifting delicately to look.

“Is this a thong? I hate it!”

“You wear men’s boxers!”

“Hm,” Alex makes a note on her clipboard.

“DO NOT PUT THAT IN THE REPORT!” they both yell in tandem.

[bdelizabeth]

Hi! I would love if you could write something for supercorp with “I hope our kid takes after you.”. Thank you!

some v domestic supercorp from the prompt list! (happiness 12 I believe)

"I hope our kid takes after you."

Lena’s not quite sure when Kara’s kitchen became her own.

She knows where every dish is, knows where Kara keeps her spices, her utensils, her canned goods. There are things in the fridge that are hers, crackers in the cupboard that Kara bought because she likes them. It’s possible she knows Kara’s kitchen better than she knows her own, at this point, considers it as much hers as she does Kara’s.

She rarely cooks at her apartment. She tells herself she doesn’t have the time, opting for takeout or frozen meals instead. But it’s become something of a routine to cook at Kara’s, and often several nights a week finds them holed up in Kara’s kitchen, trying new recipes and arguing about vegetables. It was an easy transition from their old routine of weekly restaurant or bar hangouts—just one night where Lena was too tired to go out and Kara suggested this instead of calling off the occasion completely.

Somewhere along the way, it became their new normal.

Lena’s standing at the stove, stirring a pot of lentil curry. It’s one of the only completely vegan dishes that she can convince Kara to eat, so she makes it as often as she can whenever she cooks. Outside, the November wind moans, blowing uneven patters of rain across the windows of Kara’s kitchen. It’s warm and dry inside, though, the air spiced by the stew, the kitchen lights soft and orange. The radio’s on, faintly playing ABBA songs, and Lena hums quietly along as she stirs. At the sink, Kara washes the dishes as Lena dirties them, her hair tied back in a messy bun at the nape of her neck.

The song ends, and the next one begins: Andante, Andante, in its sweet swinging rhythm.

“Oh, I love this song,” Lena says, swaying as she stirs. She abandons the curry when the lyrics begin, still holding the wooden spoon as she spins slowly around the kitchen to the rhythm, holding out her arms as though dancing with an invisible partner.

Kara turns to watch her, grinning and leaning her elbows back on the edge of the sink, and Lena reaches for one of her sud-soaked hands as she passes by. Kara laughs and stumbles after her. She ducks under Lena’s arm in a messy spin and then pulls herself close, her other hand finding Lena’s hip. They waltz around the kitchen, Kara lifting her arm to spin Lena this time as she sings along to the few words of the song she knows, Andante, Andante.

It’s the kind of moment in time that stretches, unhurried and unimportant but sweet like honey. The kind of moment where it feels like there’s nowhere and no one else in the world.

“You’re so perfect,” says Kara, smiling as they sway together. “I hope our kids take after you, some day.”

Lena hums, the swell of joy warm and soft in her chest. Kara’s hand sits comfortable on her hip as the music swells, too, and they sing along and laugh and spin around and around in the warm bubble of their kitchen in a way that feels infinite, in a way that seeps light into every dark corner.

The song ends, and Lena breaks away, dragging her hand away from Kara’s slowly until only their fingertips touch and then break apart, reaching for each other across empty air. She laughs, turning back to her curry. It takes until Kara, doing dishes again, drops a bowl and curses softly for her to register the words properly.

“Kara?” she says, hands freezing on the lid of the rice she’s putting on.

“Mmhm?”

“What was that you said? When we were dancing?”

Kara looks up at her, confused. She seems to struggle to remember for a moment, and then her face brightens. “Oh! I said I hope our kids take after you. You, know, because you’re perfect, and everything. I want them to be just like you. Sweet and smart and fun and kind.”

“Okay,” says Lena. “Right. That’s what I thought you said.”

“Great.” Kara turns back to her dishes.

“Kara?”

“Yeah?”

“You don’t see anything… weird about that statement?”

Kara’s hands pause in the sink, and she looks up, nodding her head slightly as though replaying the words in her mind. Then her eyes go wide.

She says, “Oh my god.”

“Yeah.”

Kara claps a dripping hand to her mouth. “I said… and I haven’t even…”

“Our kids,” Lena says. “Our kids.” She grins, and there’s something in her chest expanding, growing warm and bright and alive. “When were you planning to tell me I knocked you up, Miss Danvers?”

“Shut up,” laughs Kara. “Fuck.”

“One thing, Kara.”

“Yeah?”

“People who want kids together are usually married. Or at least dating.”

“Generally, yes, I think that’s a fair statement.” She’s turned around again to look at Lena, leaning back on the counter with a sweet smile on her face. Lena props her spoon up on the inside of the pot and moves to stand in front of her, her fingers grazing across Kara’s forearms.

“Is that a dream of yours?” she asks. “Having kids with me one day? Something you think about when you’re falling asleep? Growing old and… becoming grandparents and… waking up together every morning, forever?”

And Lena isn’t sure whose late-night fantasy she’s describing, because it’s a dream that’s come to her, too, in the delirious, half-awake moments where she let herself believe it possible.

Kara’s arms drape around her waist, pulling her closer so they’re pressed together, Lena’s hands curled against her chest. “Sometimes,” she whispers.

“I didn’t know you felt that way, darling.”

“Didn’t you, though?” Kara smiles softly. “We do this multiple times a week, you basically live here. Everyone’s half convinced we’re dating already. I’d probably spend every night like this, if I could.”

Lena brushes a hand across her cheek, thinking that she could easily fall into nights like this for the rest of her life, and murmurs, “So would I.” When Kara leans into her palm, she adds, “I’m not sure I’m quite ready for kids yet, though.”

“We could start smaller,” says Kara.

“Yeah? How’s that?”

“I think, usually, before they think about having children together, people start with a kiss.”

“Oh, is that so?” says Lena.

“Yup. That’s step one.”

“A kiss.” Lena studies Kara’s features from an inch away, lets her fingers roam feather soft across them: the set of her blue eyes, the flutter of her fair eyelashes, the divot of a scar beside her eyebrow. She runs her thumb over Kara’s lips. “I think I could manage that.”

They have a penchant for doing things out of order, thinks Lena. Because it’s after they’ve been doing something like dating for years, after she’s learned every nook of Kara’s home and heart like they’re her own, after they’ve discussed having children and growing old together, that they share their first kiss.

Her hands slide into Kara’s hair as she sinks into it, like the final piece of a puzzle piece falling into place, and they kiss to the background track of rain on the windowpanes, the fan on the stove, ABBA still singing in the background.

On the stove, the rice bubbles over, long forgotten.

[bdelizabeth]

Supercorp + Hogwarts AU + meet messy + "is that the best you can do?"

“Hey, do you guys want to see a muggle magic trick?”

Kara doesn’t have to look up to know Alex and Kelly are exchanging glances over Nia’s head. Nia is the best witch in the fifth year hands-down, but her grasp of muggle illusions leave a lot to be desired.

“Sure…” Kelly agrees, politely but unsurely, while Alex shakes her head.

“If this is that stupid coin trick again, Nia—” she starts, but Nia is already squeezing between them on the grass, unfolding a pack of muggle playing cards.

“It is not,” Nia says. “Prepare to be amazed! Yvette says I’m really good at this one.”

���Oh, joy,” Alex mutters under her breath, which turns into a pained yelp when Kelly elbows her in the ribs.

Kara finally raises her gaze from the newspaper she’s been half-reading, fully prepared to commit to Nia’s trick, but then she catches a glimpse of dark hair and a brisk pace. It’s Lena Luthor, notorious loner, actually sitting outside by the black lake with her books.

It’s odd—Lena never sits outside. People talk; Lena doesn’t have many friends (someone even started a rumor that Lillian Luthor pays Jess, another sixth year, to hang out with Lena). In fact, the only time anyone really sees Lena is in class, or in the Slytherin common room when Jess is also there. Kara sees her even less (only when Slytherin and Gryffindor share classrooms), but that doesn’t make the hopeless crush she’s fostered on her since they were eleven any less potent.

Kelly starts clapping suddenly, reluctantly dragging Kara’s eyes from Lena (who is reading a book; Kara is wondering just what kind of book it is). “Aw, Nia, that was good!” she says. “Do it again!”

Even Alex is curiously lifting up the cards one by one, as if trying to determine the trick herself. “Did you use actual magic for this?” she asks.

“I’m just that good,” Nia brags, though the way she tries to expertly shuffle the cards right back into their box suggests otherwise; half of them spill onto the grass. “Oh man!”

“I’ve got this,” Kara says, absentmindedly reaching for her wand. “Accio—”

“Kara, no!”

Oh, that’s right, Kara thinks belatedly. My wand is broken. It had been an unfortunate event on the Quidditch pitch involving an overzealous Hufflepuff seeker (Winn is still very apologetic about it, but it can’t be helped now). Unfortunately, Kara never seems to quite remember that magic is off-limits until it can be fixed.

And even more unfortunate is the fact that her mind and her words have begun to converge; she’s thinking about the book Lena is reading while glancing at the cards, and her mouth is forming silent words, and really it’s not a surprise at all when said book rockets out of Lena’s hands and aims right for Nia’s head.

No one dies, though, nor do they have to make the unpleasant trudge to the infirmary—Kelly is far quicker than any of Kara’s botched magic, and the book explodes into nothing when she mutters a firm, “Evanesco.”

“Kelly!” Kara forgets, for a second, about the whole Nia-about-to-break-her-face thing; her heart drops to the pit of her stomach at the thought that something of Lena Luthor’s has been reduced to figurative dust. What if that book was personal? What if it was special? What if it was—

“Excuse me,” says a quiet, sudden voice, and Kara just about falls over in the grass at the sight of Lena Luthor standing there. “I think you summoned my book.”

Kelly winces. “Oh, actually—”

“I destroyed it,” Kara blurts out, because really, this is her fault and Nia still has a face so the least Kara can do is take a fall for a friend. “I’m sorry. My wand is broken, and I was trying to summon some cards, but I was looking at you and thinking about your book and it just…I’m sorry. Again. I can pay for it?” She immediately begins digging into the pockets of her robes, but all she manages to scrounge up is a broken sugar quill and a drawing on a torn sheet of paper that depicts Professor Grant as a dragon.

For a moment, all Lena does is stare down at Kara in a peculiarly quizzical way. She doesn’t seem mad or anything, just perplexed. A second later she says, “You were thinking about ‘Voyages with Vampires’ strongly enough to summon it? I don’t really enjoy Gilderoy Lockhart books myself.”

“To be fair,” Kara’s quick to defend herself, “I couldn’t read the title from this far.”

“Right. You decided you wanted to snatch my book from me because it was mine.” And just like that, the curious expression on Lena’s face drops entirely, twists into something resigned and exhausted. “Is that the best you can do? Petty little child games?”

“What? No, I would never—”

“Because last week Eve Tessmacher hit me with a furnunculus curse that was far more clever than this,” Lena all but sneers. “It’s always the pig-headed Gryffindors that aim out of their league.”

“You wanna say that again?” Alex is jumping up, her wand brandished out, and Lena glances from her to Kara to Kelly to Nia, as if just realizing how potentially outnumbered she could be.

Except, well, that’s so not the issue. Kara hastens to stand between Alex’s wand and Lena’s body, nearly knocking her sister over in the process. “No! No, I didn’t do that as a prank, I—” She pauses, feels her cheeks go hot, and then rushes out, “Ijustthinkyou’rereallypretty!”

Alex lowers her wand; Kara can tell, because Alex uses it to jab her in the ribs. “Oh, bloody hell,” Alex grumbles, and she nudges Kelly to join her. “I think that’s our cue. I’d rather study for Potions than watch this.”

Kelly obligingly drags Nia along, who looks like she wants to protest, but eventually Nia caves in—though not without trying to wink conspiringly at Kara, which doesn’t work because Nia “winks” with both eyes.

“But—” Kara watches as her friends scatter, and then she is left with the heavy, accusatory gaze of Lena Luthor. She tries to smile, but imagines her attempt is more of a wince than anything. “Did I mention that I’m sorry?”

Lena takes a step forward. She raises her chin in the air, no less guarded, but her eyes convey a tiny bit of that earlier curiosity all the same. “You’ve already had your fun, Kara Danvers,” she says. “But I will give you credit, no one has played the ‘I have a crush on you’ prank yet.”

Kara frowns. “Do people really play pranks on you so much?”

“I am the weird little sister of a boy who tried to blow up Hogwarts,” Lena all but deadpans. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re way more than Lex Luthor’s sister, and that’s just...really mean,” Kara says, words bursting out before she even pauses to rein them in. “I mean, you are so smart! Last year you saved a bunch of first years who wandered into the Forbidden Forest. A-and you never tried out for Quidditch, but sometimes you fly with Jess on the pitch and you’re so fast you could easily run circles around anyone on the Slytherin team. You’re the coolest person ever. Even when you were eleven, you—” Finally, her brain starts to catch up with her mouth, and Kara flushes hotter than she ever thought possible. “Oh, gosh. I’m sorry. I swear, I didn’t mean for that to sound…stalker-y. I only know about the first year thing because Professor Grant’s son was new that year and I was supposed to be babysitting him. And then the flying, well, sometimes I go to the pitch with Winn whenever he wants to practice—”

“Kara. You can breathe any time you want,” Lena prompts, and Kara pauses to do exactly that.

“Sorry,” Kara adds, again, after she’s let her lungs rest a bit. Her whole body feels shivery from head to toe, like she is seconds away from fainting, and honestly? She just might. “Anyway. Um. I can replace that book if you want. Or I can give you the money and you can pick out a better one, since you said you weren’t a fan? Whatever you want.”

Lena is quiet for a beat. “What were you going to say before? About when I was eleven?”

Kara bites her lip so hard she knows she will inevitably have to ask Kelly to heal it later. “Oh, that,” she says evasively. “I meant, when you were eleven, and I walked face-first into the wrong wall trying to get to platform nine and three quarters, and you didn’t even laugh at me. You just...helped me up, and promised you would walk with me to the train until I found my family again.”

“I remember,” Lena says, and her voice is softening, as is her expression. “You somehow got lost between platforms seven and eight. Your sister was furious when she caught up with us.”

“Yeah.” And Kara finds herself smiling at that memory; this time it’s a real smile, and she couldn’t stop it if she tried. “That was really nice.” She wants to mention more—how even when Lillian Luthor scowled at Kara’s hand-me-downs, Lena complimented her right away on the shirt that had once been Alex’s—but all Kara does right now is step back. “I’ve bothered you enough, I think. Will you…let me know? About the book?”

“I don’t care about the book,” Lena says, and she swallows, loud enough that Kara can hear it. “Do you mean it?”

“That you’re...nice?”

“Yes.” Lena’s cheeks are a faint pink color, and Kara’s entire mouth goes dry.

“Well, yeah,” Kara says, and in that moment—with Lena blushing, and Kara’s chest tightening—they both know that she’s confessing to so much more than thinking Lena is nice. “So. Um.” She squares her shoulders, and prepares to be brave enough to live up to the Gryffindor name: “Can I buy you something that’s not a book? Sometime? Maybe on our next trip to Hogsmeade?”

“Like a date?” Lena asks, so impossibly soft, and Kara nods.

“Exactly like a date,” Kara says, and honestly, she should demand ten points to Gryffindor herself because her voice does not waver once.

And Lena Luthor smiles, just cautious enough to show how unsure she is, but still warm enough that Kara’s heart skips a beat. “Okay,” she says. “But on one condition: I’ll handle any magic until then.”

“Deal,” Kara agrees, and it’s official; breaking her wand might have been the best thing that has ever happened to her, ever.

[bdelizabeth]

For the prompt game: 38. I like your laugh 🤩🤩🤩

100 Ways to say "I Love You" - 'I like your laugh' Supercorp

Thank you so much for the ask and sorry that it's so late!

Alex’s comment had been a completely innocuous one. It had merely been an observation and from the way, Alex had immediately switched gears to show off pictures of the motorcycle helmet that Kelly had bought her as a ‘just because’ present, she hadn’t found it all that interesting. But Kara did. She found it so interesting that the plate she had loaded down with what amounted to half a platter of potstickers remained completely untouched. Her appetite had gone.

You’ve been complimenting Lena all night.

“Kara?”

“Yes!” Kara blinked and exchanged a brief if somewhat flustered smile with Lena who was looking at her with her head tilted slightly off to the side and realized that everyone else gathered around her kitchen table was looking at her. “It’s—”

“Your turn,” Alex, Nia, and Kelly answered all together.

“Right,” Kara said, clearing her throat and turning her attention to her collection of Scrabble tiles, frowning. She had spent the last ten minutes scouring the board looking for the perfect word and she had found something, something good, but for the life of her, she couldn’t remember what it was. All she could think of was just how true Alex’s observation had been. She had been complimenting Lena all night. From the delicate way, she shuffled cards to how pretty that she looked in her blouse…

“Scrabble is hard,” Alex said.

Now Alex was teasing her.

“Give her a minute,” Lena said and Kara glanced over at her, grinning.

“Nia went where I was going to go…”

“Legitimate strategy,” Nia said, holding her hands up in front of her and shaking her head.

Kara cleared her throat, scooped up a few of her tiles, and after taking one last futile scan of the board she used a T on the board to make HEART.

“Now you went where I was going to go!” Alex moaned.

Later on, long after everyone had gone home, Kara lay awake in bed. She was tired but not the least bit sleepy. She punched her pillow into a more comfortable blob, closed her eyes, and almost immediately opened them again. Cursing Alex under her breath, she slipped out of bed, bare feet meeting cold floor. She shivered and instead of hunting for her slippers, she hovered just an inch off the ground. She floated out her bedroom door and back to the kitchen, looking less like she was flying and more like she was riding an invisible segway.

The board games from that evening were still stacked helter-skelter in the center of the table looking like a distant cousin of the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Scattered around the table like cocktail napkins were the little scraps of paper that they had been using to keep score and take notes. Kara snagged one with her index finger, pinning it to the table, and slid it closer to her. One look at the impossibly neat scribbles and Kara knew that this particular scrap had belonged to Lena.

Most of the paper had been devoted to finding the best words for Scrabble. There were words of varying length printed neatly in even rows. Some of them had been crossed out with a neat double line through them while others had been circled and Kara worked out that those had been the words Lena had successfully played on the board. Squeezed into the top right corner of the paper, Lena had drawn a winking smiley face. Kara tilted the paper to get a better look at it and smiled.

You complimented her handwriting, she thought. She could vaguely recall paying Lena the compliment but the way that Lena’s face had lit up... She remembered that quite vividly. How the corners of Lena’s mouth had curved upward into a delicate arch, the way Lena’s gaze had darted away for one brief moment before returning, and the hint of rising color in her cheeks…

You were blushing too, a voice that sounded very much like Alex reminded her.

She had been blushing and that realization had been why Kara as Nia had so eloquently put it “mentally checked out” towards the end of the night. Because complimenting her best friend was the most natural thing in the world. Kara loved to see Lena smile, loved to shine a light on the wonderful things about her that Kara could so plainly see when Lena herself seemed completely oblivious to. But blushing afterward… Well, folks, that was a horse of a different color.

Kara scanned the table, spotted a blank scrap of paper and a pencil, grabbed both, and began to write.

“Just a minute!”

Lena never had all that many visitors. Which was why when the sound of someone knocking on her door at seven o’clock in the morning woke her up she knew at once who it was without even having to ask.

“Just a minute, Kara!” she yelled groggily, trying to hold back a yawn as she padded her way towards the door, cinching her robe around her waist more securely.

“How did you know it was me?” Kara asked when Lena opened the door. Her eyes were wide and Lena realized that she was also dressed in her red flannel pajamas that Lena had seen on a number of occasions when she sometimes slept over at Kara’s place.

“I have x-ray vision,” Lena said, opening the door wider for her, rubbing some sleep from her eyes as she did. “Oh wait… That’s you.” She knocked herself on the forehead with the flat of her palm. “I just had a feeling,” Lena said. “Is everything okay? Not that I mind the company, it’s just… it’s early, even for me.”

“I’m sorry,” Kara stuttered and took a step back that Lena had anticipated, her hand already closing around Kara’s wrist. “I couldn’t sleep…”

“Alex didn’t beat us that badly, did she?” Lena said and offered up a tiny half-smile that she thought that Kara would return and when she didn’t the hand she had closed gently around Kara’s wrist gripped tighter. “Kara… what’s wrong?”

Kara shook her head, eyes downcast. “Nothing’s wrong,” she said unconvincingly. “I just… There’s something I wanted to tell you.”

Lena tilted her head slightly to the left, somewhat mystified. She had never seen Kara so nervous before and while she was normally good at reading between the lines, she couldn’t suss out what Kara might want to say. “I’m all ears,” Lena said and gestured towards her couch. “We can—”

“I’d rather stand,” Kara said shyly. She took a small step back and reached into her pocket and pulled out something that to Lena looked like tissues...

No… not tissues. Paper…

“I like the way your eyes light up when you talk about something that you're passionate about." Kara cleared her throat, her cheeks growing redder with each passing moment. "I like the way you always text me during the day, even when you're busy saving the world."

"Kara..." Lena's eyes had widened and while she had been just about to offer to put on a pot of coffee she found herself rooted to the spot.

Kara shuffled through the sheets of paper in her hand like a nervous presenter, nudging her glasses up with the back of her hand. "I like how you know when I'm having a bad day and I like how you always know how to cheer me up." She let out a nervous chuckle, eyes shimmering like the lap of waves against a sandy beach. "I like how happy you make me, Lena and I like how you do something so sweet like filling my office with flowers..."

Lena was blushing. No, not just blushing. She had blown right past that a few compliments ago. Her head was on fire. There was a vase of plumerias perched on the table in the dining room that she thought briefly about making a break for and dumping the water over her head.

"And I like how green your eyes are." Kara let the papers fall from her hands, fluttering to the floor. "I like your laugh," she said, tears now rolling down her cheeks. "And I—”

Lena had crossed the scant distance between them, feet becoming inches, inches becoming centimeters, centimeters becoming millimeters until Lena had looped a tentative arm around Kara's waist, their lips meeting and the world falling away until there was nothing left but the two of them.

[bdelizabeth]

13 + supercorp for the lyric prompt ☺️

i’m trying hard to say that even if i’d never seen your face, i’d be waiting for you. (in and out of love, oh wonder)

(song)

“Do you believe in soulmates?” It comes out of Kara abruptly, 25 minutes into their third episode of The Bachelor.

Lena snorts into her wine glass. “Like do I think each and every one of those girls is that boring guy’s soulmate? Uh, no,” she laughs.

“No, like-- in general. Do you think there’s something in the universe that just... pushes two people toward each other?” Kara says, and the tone in her voice makes Lena turn to look at her. 

Kara’s facing the television, but she’s glassy-eyed like she hasn’t been watching for quite some time, opting instead to sip at her glass of alien wine and pretend to be casual.

“I don’t know,” Lena says truthfully, but the admission comes out quieter than she thought it would. She turns back toward the TV, because it will be easier to have this conversation if she doesn't have to look Kara in the face.  “I guess then I’d have to believe in some kind of higher power that knows where we’re supposed to end up, and science doesn’t lend a lot of argument toward that.”

Kara hums a bit, not expressing agreement or argument, just acknowledging Lena’s response. “I feel like...” she starts, but then she clamps her mouth shut. “Yeah. I don’t know either.”

The nervousness in Kara’s voice makes Lena lose interest in anything else going on. She turns to look at her friend, but Kara isn’t looking back at her-- just biting her lip like she’s deep in thought. Lena reaches for the remote and mutes the TV. “Hey,” she says gently. She tucks her feet beneath her on the couch, rotating herself to face the blonde, and it puts them close. She brushes Kara’s knee with her fingertips to get her attention. “You feel like what?”

Kara glances toward her, and a soft blush hits her high in the cheeks. “Sometimes I just...” Kara starts slowly. “I think about you, and all the things in my life that led me to you, and to us. I don’t know.”

Lena’s stomach flips. Oh. “What do you mean?”

Kara, now pink to the tips of her ears, continues. “Like I just... I didn’t need to be with Clark that day that we interviewed you. I wasn’t even press. And I think about that all the time, because what if we had never met?” Lena’s heart goes soft as she watches Kara struggle to piece her words together comfortably. “And then... I don’t think I would have even thought to go into journalism if I hadn’t met you that day. When you told me you thought I could be a reporter.”

“And you think that...” Lena starts tentatively, not really sure how much of what Kara’s just said links back to the soulmates comment. She’s got a flutter in her heart at the prospect of it, but she doesn’t want to repeat anything out loud that might scare Kara off when she’s only just barely getting her to talk about it at all.

“I’m not saying it means that we’re, you know-- I mean, I don’t know-- I just...” Kara stumbles again, like there are specific words that she’s taking great care not to say out loud. “I’ve been thinking about how the course of my life changed the moment I met you.”

“Mine did too,” Lena replies quietly, and she lifts her eyes from the rim of her glass to meet the blonde’s. The way Kara is looking at her feels like something heavier and gentler than they’ve had between them before, and it sends nervous little ripples through her chest.

“I don’t want this to sound too weird,” Kara begins, sounding like she's moments from talking herself out of continuing. She turns her body to match Lena’s, letting their knees brush, and then rests her head softly against the back of the couch as she speaks. “But I’m so much better for it. Meeting you, I mean. Things just kind of... fell into place for me, after that. Like...” she trails off, but it’s clear that there’s something else she’s weighing whether or not to say.

“Like what?” Lena whispers, careful to honor the fragility of the moment.

“Like I’d been waiting to meet you before I even knew you.”

Lena’s heart cracks open. She takes a shuddery breath and finds that she’s suppressing tears from the intensity of Kara’s words, from the reality of what Kara has just handed to her. Because this is the moment they’ve been dancing around for years, suddenly closer than it’s ever been before and staring them both straight in the face, and Lena thinks that there’s never been a more perfect moment to fall into it.

“I think we were,” she says, and the words fall in a breath like butterfly wings, delicate and nervous as they leave Lena’s lips. She reaches a hand out, resting her fingers lightly against Kara’s jaw, tracing the curve of her chin with the pad of her thumb.

Kara’s breath catches at the touch, and her eyebrows draw together as she tries to follow. “We were what?”

Lena’s eyes go gentle, but her voice is sure. She holds her breath; jumps.

“We were always meant to find each other.”

The words have barely left her mouth before Kara kisses her. 

It’s imperfect, maybe, that Lena has a wine glass in one hand and Kara’s jaw cupped in the other when their lips meet; or that Kara misjudges the distance just a bit, and knocks her nose into Lena’s just before the moment they fit together. But it’s perfect all the same, because time slows and the world stops spinning for just a moment, and when the universe sighs around them, something that feels like finally, Kara feels it in Lena’s easy movements against her mouth, in the tension falling away from her heart. The universe says this is where you’re meant to be, and Kara feels it down to her very bones.

[bdelizabeth]

Boxes. Piles and piles of boxes. 

The usual pristine apartment was now transformed to what Kara thinks is a shipping company’s loading area. 

There were bubble wrap and newspaper and foam pellets everywhere. 

The whole scene screams at her; shouts that this means she really is leaving and she really isn’t planning on coming back. 

“Hey, thanks for coming. You know you didn’t have to do this. I know it’s short notice and I probably should’ve just called a moving company, God knows I can just pay-”

Lena seems to appear out of nowhere, in worn-out sweats and a low ponytail; pulling her in for a kiss on a cheek whilst rambling. 

There was a time when Kara would’ve found that adorable, today, it just makes her realize of all the little things that Lena is going to take away with her.

“Lena, it’s fine. I want to spend these last few days with you anyway,” Kara reassures, because it is true. There was nowhere she’d rather be right now. She’d gladly pack boxes and drown in styro-foam pellets, if it meant spending one more minute with Lena. 

“Well, as you can see…” Lena gestures to the entire room, “I’ve labeled stuff already.”

Kara looks at the boxes; read the labels carefully.

Books. 

Memories. 

L-Corp.

Clothes. 

Keep. 

Lab.

Throw-Away.

“Yep, I can see that.”

Lena replies with a “Great,” turns back around, goes into the another room, still speaking about packing instructions and specific bubble wrap types but Kara wasn’t really listening. 

“…so just put the bubblewrap-” Lena pauses, stops at the sight before her and softly mutters, “Kara,”

The sight was, one Kara Danvers cramped inside the box labeled, Keep. 

“Now, you’re all set. All that you need in one box.”

Lena crouches down to where Kara’s box was on the floor. Her knees tucked tightly in, arms hanging awkwardly at the sides.

“Darling, you know full well that’s not the box you belong in.”

[bdelizabeth]

Would love to see supercorp “I’ve never been festive”! Glad to see you back on my dashboard!

The thing about Lena, Kara thinks to herself as she strolls down Main Street with her hands shoved in her pockets, is that she wants to seem tough. That's the problem in a nutshell. And anyone else here in Midvale would tell you that it's just a city thing, that all the city kids want to seem tough, that Lena is no exception, but Kara doesn't think that's true. Well, okay, she knows it's true. But with Lena, it's something else. Something deeper. Something maybe related to the way that Lena has withdrawn into herself day by day as Midvale has begun to dress itself up for the holidays.

But Kara can do I'm-so-tough. She can do I-hate-Christmas, and she can do I-don't-believe-in-fun because at this time of the year she can do anything and get through to anyone. A little bit of light, a little bit of magic... maybe a little bit of love. That's how Christmas goes, right? Especially in a place like Midvale.

Kara likes to think of Midvale as a postcard town: the kind of town folks are only ever passing through on their way up and down the coast, a scenic detour, a cozy place to spend the night or just the afternoon before you move along. It's a place where time seems to have come to a standstill or at least a crawl, where it was a big deal when the first (and only) Starbucks opened, where nothing at all is open after 8pm, and you'd be hard pressed to run any errands on a Sunday, and you'd better not let Mrs. Nal catch you doing anything untoward or you can expect you'll be the topic of every conversation in or out of church for the next week or so at least. Kara would know; she's been the talk of the town on more than one occasion.

But these last several weeks the talk of the town has been the young woman who pulled up one evening in a car worth probably more than every vehicle on Main Street put together and strolled into the aforementioned Starbucks in a beat up hoodie sporting red rimmed eyes and trembling hands to ask the barista whether possibly anyone had a spare phone cable. She didn't want to bother anyone, only she'd left Metropolis in a hurry and forgotten hers and without GPS she didn't have any idea where she might stop to purchase one. She'd slid a hundred dollar bill across the counter as payment for the manager's beat up old charger and rolled right back out of town before anyone could tell her just how far from home she was.

Only then she'd rolled back into town some six hours later and booked herself into the bed and breakfast. And then she hadn't left.

The Danvers have assured Kara that in all the years Eliza and Jeremiah have run the bed and breakfast, and all the years Jeremiah's parents ran it before that, stretching back all the dusty decades since Midvale was founded, they have never had a longterm guest, no sir. It has simply never happened before. Kara doubts the veracity of such a statement but it has been delivered to her with all the solemn weight of sacred fact, and so she's taken it in stride - something which Alex seems to have found suspicious. And, true, on another occasion Kara might have been found elbow deep in records on a personal mission to prove that Jeremiah has pulled this particular historical "factoid" from some place the sun don't shine, but, well, she's been a little distracted these past weeks. Distracted by sad green eyes and coy smiles and the overwhelmingly mysterious circumstances that have delivered Lena directly into Kara's home.

Unfortunately Eliza has strictly forbidden Kara from asking the hundred and one questions perpetually on the tip of her tongue, and Kara's objections that she's twenty four now and she'll ask her questions if she so pleases haven't actually outweighed the sense that, at least where Eliza is concerned, she ought to do as she's told. So she's restrained herself. And as the weeks have gone by, she and Lena have fallen into an amicable, if not entirely comfortable, routine.

Kara serves Lena breakfast in the dining room with the other guests at precisely 8:15 every morning: two poached eggs with avocado on a thick slice of Winn's sourdough bread, a cup of coffee (black, diluted with hot water), and a side of roasted vegetables (no potatoes). Every morning Lena invites Kara to join her at the table, though Kara only does so when there are no other guests around to serve. They eat - together or not - in a silence broken only by small talk and the occasional lingering gaze when one catches the other looking until, at precisely 9:15, Lena excuses herself to seek out Eliza and enquire after the availability of another night's lodging. She pays in cash, one day at a time, without fail. She and Kara see one another again on the stairs, Kara on her way out to work a shift at the library and Lena on her way back up to her room. A small smile passes between them, affectionate and familiar, and Kara thinks perhaps... But no, the moment has passed and they've gone their separate ways for another day.

Kara has resolved that this pattern will not repeat itself again. Not now, not when Midvale is draped in heavy golds and greens, when the smell of Christmas pastry is wafting through the streets, when the trickle of seasonal tourists is threatening to become a thunder which will by necessity pry Kara's attention away. Not now when Lena is withdrawing further and further, when those lingering glances at breakfast seem to be few and far between, and it seems the onslaught of Christmas cheer is threatening to drive Lena out of Midvale altogether. If Kara is going to get through to her, today is the day.

She swings into J'onn's diner with a determined expression, sidestepping the younger Arias who has eyes these days only for her iphone and not so much for where she's going. J'onn is predictably behind the counter; Kara isn't sure he's taken a day away from the diner in all the time she's known him.

"I need two to go mugs of Bad Day Danvers Brew," she tells him. "It's urgent."

He plops two large paper cups down onto the counter almost before she's done asking. "I thought your sister was on duty tonight."

"She was. Is. It's not- It's for me."

"I don't suppose this has anything to do with a certain green eyed young lady from out of town."

It's not really a question the way J'onn says it but Kara somehow still feels pressured to answer. She flushes, turns away, scans the room. The dinner rush hasn't quite arrived. J'onn bustles about behind the counter without further comment, though he does arch an accusatory brow when Kara meets his eyes again.

"You do know," he says as he slides the drinks across the counter, "She's going to leave this place. She may not be ready yet, but the day is coming."

Kara frowns at him. "Leave is a four letter word."

"L - e - a -"

"You know what I mean."

"Maybe you should consider it too. Whole world out there waiting for you, Little Danvers. Seems a shame not to go out and see it."

Kara thinks for a moment of this world as she saw it first: a little marble hanging in a black sea, so fragile and small, so far away from home. Midvale is home now, and she'll be damned if she's going to leave it behind. She forces a smile for J'onn's sake.

"I'm right where I'm supposed to be," she says. She tries to pay him for the drinks. As he has a hundred times before, he turns her money away. Kara slips the cash into the tip jar on her way out the door.

When she gets home it's to the smell of apple pies bubbling in the oven and the sound of some old 50's Christmas record playing almost too loud for Jeremiah's battered old bluetooth speaker and hardly loud enough to compete with Jeremiah himself. Kara creeps up the stairs two at a time, one Bad Day Danvers Brew clutched in either hand, quiet quiet quiet. If Eliza catches her she'll try to put her to work and Kara isn't sure she can explain exactly what she means when she says she's too "busy" right now to help out.

She occupies herself with that thought, thinking up excuses for Eliza, each one more improbable than the last, and then she finds herself standing in front of Lena's door. She feels suddenly grimy, foolish, clumsy. What she hasn't considered in all her planning for this moment is that with both hands occupied she can hardly knock on Lena's door, and with her heart pounding an urgent rhythm in her chest and her body trembling with something that is distinctly not fatigue Kara doesn't trust herself to tuck one of the drinks into the crook of her arm.

So she does what any sane person would do: she kicks the door. Gently. As gently as she possibly can, but it still feels brutish and Kara winces as the sound of it tumbles down the hall to clash with Jeremiah's crooning and the roar of the vacuum cleaner in the foyer. Grimy, foolish, clumsy. But then the door swings open and all such thoughts fall from Kara's mind.

She has words picked out for this moment but they don't come to her. Lena stands in the doorway in jeans and a cardigan and socks that have bumble bees on them and Kara feels like she needs just a moment but the moment is already passing. Green eyes search hers, curious, bemused. Kara wants to reach out and tuck that stray lock of hair away, but-

The drinks. Right. "I brought refreshments," she says, proferring the paper cups. "For us," she adds, in case it isn't clear.

Lena reaches out for one of the cups, hesitant, then pries the lid off to take a whiff. "Hot chocolate?"

Kara wants to melt on the spot but she sticks to her guns. "It's special hot chocolate," she clarifies. This is not how this conversation was supposed to go. She had this exchange all planned out, there were contingencies, it was all perfect and here she is muddying it all up. "I was thinking maybe we could go out tonight."

"Like on a date?"

Oh, Rao. Kara's eyes drops to Lena's mouth without her say so and then they travel a little further south to the line of that cardigan and she swallows. "No," she forces out, "like on a walk?"

There's a long pause and then Lena laughs. "You're really very charming, Danvers," she says, and Kara feels an unexpected thrill at the sound of her last name in Lena's mouth. "Let me just get my sweater."

"You're already-" Kara starts, but the door clicks shut before she can finish. "Wearing a sweater," she mumbles to herself.

Lena emerges some minutes later, just when Kara is beginning to get fidgety. She's thrown on a hoodie which is perhaps a size too big and a pair of converse rather the worse for wear and Kara isn't sure what she was expecting but it wasn't this. Which is not to say that she doesn't like it. Lena licks her lips and fixes Kara with a pointed look.

"There is whisky in that hot chocolate," she says.

Kara shrugs. "I did say it was special."

They make it down the stairs and out of the bed and breakfast without Eliza noticing, though Kara is all but certain Jeremiah saw them leave together and will have Questions with a capital Q about it later. The sun is just now sinking below the horizon as the two of them turn down Main Street, ducking around Mr. Schott who is occupying most of the sidewalk with a rickety old ladder in an attempt to install another strand of lights above the toy store window. Already the street lamps bear oversized red bows and long, heavy pine garlands, and it will be only a matter of days now before every storefront from here to the edge of town is bright and warm and magical. Kara takes it all in with a growing smile. Lena takes it in with an expression that borders on an outright scowl.

"So are we going anywhere in particular?" Lena asks. They duck around a knot of visitors asking after a table at the brewery and for an instant Kara is almost certain she feels Lena's fingers brush hers.

"We are," Kara admits. And then, because she doesn't want to give away their destination, she adds, "You don't like Christmas."

Lena grimaces and takes a long sip of the Bad Day Danvers Brew. "I wouldn't say that I don't like Christmas."

"But?"

"But I've never been festive. And this year..."

Kara's mind fills in the words that Lena doesn't say: This year it's hard. Hard to see the joy and the magic and the laughter all around when you're alone and far from home. Well, Kara knows a thing or two about that. She takes a sip of her own drink and, resolutely, carefully, looking straight ahead, she reaches out to touch Lena's hand, so gentle it could have been an accident.

"This year you have me," Kara says. She's shocked the line comes out of her mouth as smoothly as it does. Her heart is so far up her throat she almost fears she'll choke on it.

Lena steps in closer until Kara swears she can feel the heat radiating between them even through both of Lena's sweaters and her own Christmas flannel. They walk in silence for a block or so, shoulders bumping once in a while, before Lena asks, "Do you have any favorite holiday traditions?"

Kara shrugs. "I like the carols. Jeremiah and I always go out caroling on Christmas eve. Oh! And the cookies. Pie for breakfast on Christmas morning."

Lena laughs at that. "Pie for breakfast? Lilian - my step mother - she'd have a fit."

"Well you can have pie with us this year if you want; I promise not to tell Lilian a thing. If you're still hanging around."

Lena looks at her sharply and then looks away, leaving Kara to feel silent and small and a little rejected. But Lena touches Kara's wrist as they move through the crowd and then, when Kara doesn't pull away, she takes her hand.

"Christmas is always an important social event for my family," Lena says. She glances at Kara as if to check that she's listening and then away again so quickly that Kara almost wonders if she imagined it. "Everything has to be perfect. The food, the decorations, the music. The family. And it's beautiful, really. Imagine a pine tree towering up to the very rafters, all the ornaments carefully curated and arranged, and a cellist flown in from Italy perches in the corner playing O Come Emmanuel while the city's elite pass through pretending to enjoy bite sized Christmas pastries prepared overnight by a team flown in from France. I suspect it would feel magical if it weren't so much work. It's hard to enjoy the magic when you're a part of it. Especially as a child."

Kara frowns. Her fingers tighten around Lena's, tugging her ever forward towards the Christmas tree in the center of town. She's thinking of Krpyton, of a perfect family, a perfect people, and a perfect world crumbling under the veneer. But she can't say that to Lena, so she flashes her a bright smile instead and says, "In Midvale, everyone who wants to gets to put an ornament on the town tree."

"Everyone? That doesn't seem practical. There have to be, what, at least a thousand people living here."

Kara nods. "Yeah. Not everyone participates, but most people. And of course that means the tree isn't curated like your family's, but it's got a special kind of magic to it. The kind you get when you aren't trying to make magic follow the rules."

It occurs to Kara that there is a sort of comedic timing to this, as this is the moment Kara steps over the low fence with the sign that reads "do not walk on the grass" and tugs a protesting Lena after into the shade - or, in this case, the light - of the Midvale tree.

"Rules," Lena is saying, "Generally exist for a reason, and when you break them willy nilly you don't get magic, you get chaos. It's important to- Wait, is this your Christmas tree?"

"Yep," Kara says. She reaches out to press a hand to the trunk and then stares up at the tiny golden lights wound among the branches with care, ornaments dangling here and there, some homemade and some not. She's definitely not supposed to get this close to it but, well, it's Alex on duty tonight and she doubts her sister is about to arrest her for trying to make a move on a pretty girl. "This is the one."

"But it's an oak tree," Lena observes. She steps up beside Kara to touch the trunk.

"Couple hundred years old, or so they told us in middle school," Kara says. "She's a gorgeous tree, isn't she? Not a pine and not perfect, but. Our own kind of magic." Then she grimaces. "Sorry; I'm being terribly cheesy right-"

"Did you know that mistletoe often grows in the California oak?" Lena interrupts.

Kara falters. She did know that, but this tree is carefully tended. No mistletoe here. She opens her mouth to say so when Lena holds up a finger to stop her again.

"To be perfectly clear I'm suggesting that we kiss here under this tree. Because you're charming and a little over the top and I hate that I love your Christmas flannel and I would very much like to have pie with you on Christmas morning. So if you'd like we can pretend there's mistletoe in the Midvale Christmas tree. It would be a very reasonable mistake; mistletoe really does grow on-"

Kara kisses her. The surprised gasp that falls from Lena's lips almost makes her laugh, but this is a serious moment so she tries to keep it in. She's got only one hand to work with - the other is still hold her Bad Day Danvers Brew - so she slides it around Lena's waist to pull her closer, and it's her turn to gasp when Lena tilts her head to slide her tongue along Kara's bottom lip.

Someone on the sidewalk cheers, and that is when Lena drops her drink. And then they do laugh together there under the tree, spiked hot chocolate splattered over the bottom of Lena's pants, Kara pressing her own drink into Lena's hands, and the sound of Mrs. Nal nearby screeching about public indecency while James tells her to go suck an egg. The two of them will be the talk of the town for weeks. Certainly through New Years. Kara doesn't think she minds.

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Merry Christmas to everyone celebrating; Happy Holidays and a lovely morning to everyone who is not! Thank you for this prompt! I expected to write a quick 800 words but it got away from me and took all month.

[bdelizabeth]

LIFE BETTER SPENT IN YOUR ARMS

(AC:O SUPERCORP AU and in true AC:O Fashion, I gave it a cheesy title like some of Odyssey’s side quests lol)

Just a short one bec I just wanted to satisfy my need to see supercorp in AC:O Universe. Lol

@evanezco called Kara here Karassandra and lol I liked it. Let’s keep it, everyone. 😂

No progress yet with Explorer!Lena AU. I’m so sorry everyone! 😅 Love and hugs. Keep safe! <3

[bdelizabeth]

Yeehaw.

[bdelizabeth]

11 for the fic ask thing pls?? :)

things you said when you were drunk

“I didn’t know who else to call,” was Jess’s apologetic explanation as soon as the elevator doors slid open to Lena’s floor and Kara stepped out, hands laden with her coat and several paper bags. “She won’t listen to me, and I know I’m not supposed to know you two are having some, um, troubles? But you’re the only one who can talk sense into her.” 

“It’s okay,” Kara said, shrugging off Jess’s apology, and giving her a tight smile. “She’s in her office?” Jess nodded, looking relieved and grateful all at once, as Kara stepped over to the door that led to Lena’s office. “Oh!” She stopped, turned around, and handed over one of the bags in her hand. “I brought extra for you. Figured you could use a treat after the night you’ve had.” Jess accepted the bag with a small smile, biting her lip for a moment before saying what was on her mind. “Do you mind...not telling her I was the one who called you? I just...she’ll suspect, but please don’t confirm it for her.” Kara nodded in agreement, adding this request to the list of lies by omission she’d told Lena, and stepped away, pushing the door to Lena’s office open just a little bit roughly, nose wrinkling at the sight that met her as she walked through the threshold. Papers and books strewn everywhere. Boxes of leftover food tossed haphazardly in the trash. A lingering unpleasant scent of alcohol. Several empty bottles of whiskey on the desk and littered about the floor. And Lena, laying on her back on the couch, one leg and arm hanging over the side of the couch.  One hand was pressed over her eyes, the other lightly clasping a nearly empty bottle of Scotch over the side of the couch. “For the last time, Jess, I asked not to be disturbed,” Lena said, sounding positively sober and alert. But when Kara only hung her coat over the empty chair across Lena’s desk and set the remaining paper bags on the coffee table next to the couch, Lena let out a huff and uncovered her eyes. “You’re not Jess,” she said, turning her head, eyes following Kara’s movement around the office as she picked up the trash and gathered the papers and books, neatly putting them to the side. “No, I’m not,” Kara said softly, once the room was passably clean. “We,” Lena said, her words still clear, but the lethargic way she sat up belying her show of sobriety, “aren’t friends right now.” “No,” Kara repeated, coming to sit on the hard coffee table across from Lena. “We’re not friends right now.” “Jess called you,” Lena surmised, green eyes surprisingly clear for someone who was definitely very inebriated. “Why are you here?” “We don’t have to be friends right now for me to come when you need me,” Kara said tiredly. She grabbed one of the bags, and took out a bottle of water, unscrewing the top and handing it over to Lena. “Drink,” she said, when Lena just took it and stared at it like she’d never seen such a thing before. Kara waited until Lena had taken several sips before pulling out a bottle of painkillers and setting it aside. She took the water from Lena before handing over the last bag. “What’s this?” “The biggest bear claw in the city,” Kara said, biting her lip to keep from smiling when Lena eyed her suspiciously. “I actually ate two on the way here. They’re good.” “Why are you here?” Lena repeated, the bag with the bear claw dropping to her lap. “I already answered this question,” Kara said, meeting Lena’s eyes evenly. “Did you?” “You’re surprisingly well-spoken for someone who just drank themselves into a stupor.” “I’m a Luthor, we know how to handle our alcohol.” “Right,” Kara said, motioning for Lena to take a bite of the sweet. “I promise it’s good. And you should eat something before I give you something for your head.” “Kara, why are you here?” Lena asked a third time, and Kara’s mouth snapped shut with a click. “You already know why,” she said tightly. Lena gave her an unimpressed look, but she picked up the bag in her lap, pulled out the bear claw, and took a bite. She stared at Kara as she chewed, as if she was trying to guess Kara’s ulterior motive.

“I don’t know why,” she said when the bear claw was gone and half the water was too. She leaned forward, elbows on her knees, looking at Kara like she’d never seen her before. “I don’t know why you’re here. We’re not friends right now.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Kara muttered, rolling her eyes. As glad as she was that Lena kept qualifying the statement with right now, it was also ridiculous. They weren’t getting along, they didn’t see eye to eye, but the notion that would somehow erase their friendship? 

Silly.

“I don’t get it,” Lena informed her, head now titled to the side. Her expression was open, her lips thinned as she thought, and it was the only indication that maybe the alcohol was still in her system. 

Kara rolled her eyes. “If I needed you, you’d be by my side in a heartbeat, no matter what was going on between us. You have been by my side when I needed you. Why is me doing it for you so hard to believe?”

“Because I love you, it’s not the same.” 

And time froze. Lena wasn’t just drunk, she was drunk. No matter how well she spoke or how well she was able to hide it, no matter how bright her eyes seemed, she was totally out of it if those words slipped past her lips so easily. If she could keep staring at Kara with a titled head and a curious expression.

“Oh, Lena,” Kara mumbled, heart pounding, a thundering in her ears. “You must know I love you too.”

“As a friend,” Lena stated flatly. “It’s not the same.” 

“No, Lena. I mean love. Like the heart racing, totally earth shattering, kind of way. The, you’ve ruined me for anyone else, forever, sort of thing.” She ducked a little, to make sure the two of them were eye-level. “I’m most definitely in love with you, Lena Luthor. But I would be here even if I wasn’t. Because we may not be friends right now, but we are friends. And we always will be.” 

“Always?” Lena said in a soft voice, her expression changing into something Kara rarely got to see: totally uninhibited, totally lovely, joyful smile. 

“Always,” Kara confirmed. 

[bdelizabeth]

5x19

[bdelizabeth]

My mom found some rules my brothers and I came up with back in the day.

[bdelizabeth]

Supergirl finds Linda Lee and Lena out for a late night stroll to enjoy some kebabs.

Kara hears their laughter first. Her heart sinks even before she turns to see Lena and Linda pressed close to one another, strolling easily down the street. Kara wonders if this is how she and Lena looked, back when Lena still spoke to her.

[bdelizabeth]

From the prompt-list: 28. things you said in the dark for supercorp If you wanna, all the best 💛

The first time Kara spends the night it's a movie in Lena's apartment, which turns into two movies, which turns into a conversation soft and quiet on the couch until the evening has stretched on for so long that it's technically morning. Lena's cheeks have taken on a lingering rose color, perhaps from the wine or perhaps from Kara's fingers absently stroking her hip where her shirt's ridden up. Kara isn't drunk - Lena isn't sure Krpytonians can get drunk on Earth - but she is tired. Her voice is thick, her train of thought somewhat difficult to follow when she speaks, and Lena is delighed but not surprised to learn that her best friend becomes even more physically affectionate when she's sleepy.

"Stay here tonight," Lena murmurs when Kara trails off, eyes fluttering closed, in the middle of a sentence. "I don't think you should fly."

Kara shifts against Lena's shoulder. "I don't think I should leave you," she mumbles. "Never leave you. Just. Just moving in right here where it's warm, just. You smell nice."

Lena runs her hands through Kara's hair and luxuriates in the way she shifts and sighs into Lena's neck. "I think," Lena whispers, "That you should leave me long enough to change out of that bra because I know for a fact you've got popcorn stuck down there, and then I think you should come to bed. You can fly home in the morning."

Kara peers down her own shirt with a frown and then pouts. "There is popcorn down there, how did that happen?"

They both know how that happened, so Lena doesn't comment. Instead she tugs her best friend unsteadily to her feet and chuckles as Kara leans into her, pretending she isn't the most powerful being on the planet just for a moment, just for comedic effect, or perhaps just because she wants an excuse to wrap Lena up in her arms again. And then they make their way to the bedroom and Kara hesitates in the doorway because in all their time together she's never been here, in this space.

"The entire super team could sleep here comfortably," Kara comments, some of the drowsiness gone from her voice.

Lena laughs. "You are the only member of the super team allowed in that bed. Here, this will probably fit you." She tosses an old MIT shirt at Kara and then has to turn around quickly when Kara begins to strip directly in front of her like it's no big deal. Well, maybe it is no big deal for friends who don't secretly want to put their mouths on friends, but Lena doesn't fall into that camp, so she digs out a clean sleep shirt for herself too even though she's already in pajamas and she's not the one with popcorn boobs.

"I'm not the only one," Kara says.

"Hmm?"

"You said I'm the only member of the super team allowed in your bed." Kara flops down, hands behind her head, ankles crossed, and fixes Lena with a stare. Lena doesn't quite meet her eyes, distracted by the way her MIT shirt is just a half size too small for Kara, the way she can count every one of those abs through the fabric, the way those arms are outlined through the- "But you forgot you're a member of the super team too," Kara continues. "So that's two of us."

Lena is pretty sure even the tips of her ears are red. She's going to pretend that's about Kara reminding her that she's included and not at all about the way Kara looks in her clothes. She hesitates before stripping her own shirt off, her back to Kara. It would seem strange to step into the bathroom to change now and she doesn't want to make Kara uncomfortable by displaying her own discomfort, so she pulls the clean shirt on quickly, turns off all but the bedside lamp, and scoots under the covers before she can entertain any more vaguely inappropriate thoughts.

There is plenty of room for the two of them to spread out and never come close to touching one another. That's always been important for Lena: a bed big enough to share without having to  touch anyone, because Lena has never been able to fall asleep in the presence of another but it's rude to throw a partner out after sex. Still, maybe in this moment she wishes she'd opted for a smaller, more reasonably sized mattress. Maybe she wants to spend a sleepless night with her back just touching Kara's, feeling her presence, feeling her breath rise and fall peacefully in the dark.

What a stupid, sappy thought. Lena abruptly turns out the bedside lamp, plunging the room into near perfect darkness, and covers her huff with a "Goodnight, Kara."

"Goodnight," Kara mumbles.

If Kara sounds a little stiff, Lena chalks it up to exhaustion.

///

The clock reads 3:58 AM when Lena wakes to what she first thinks is a long, gentle earthquake. The bed is shaking but nothing on the walls is rattling so Lena stays where she is until she hears a distinct sniffle in the dark. Kara. This isn't an earthquake; it's a Kryptonian crying.

Lena fumbles awkwardly across the bed in the dark until her fingers brush Kara's shoulder. Kara is curled up small, her arms closed across her chest.

"Nightmares?" Lena asks. She slides a hand across Kara's forearm to soothe her and then, when Kara doesn't resist, presses herself close against her back. Kara snuggles back into her immediately, threads their fingers together, tangles their ankles.

"I'm okay," Kara whispers.

"Yes, that's why you're crying at 4am: because you're okay."

"I'm sorry I woke you. I didn't mean to."

Lena hums and presses a kiss to the back of Kara's head. As if she could ever be angry with this warm sleepy goof for waking her. Please.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Lena asks.

Kara takes a deep, trembling breath. "You have to promise not to laugh at me," she says.

"I promise," Lena replies, steeling herself. If Kara is crying about something like puppies or potstickers in the middle of the night, it's going to be a difficult promise to keep.

But then Kara whispers, "I'm scared of the dark" so softly that Lena might have missed it if she weren't holding her so close, and her heart breaks a little at the sound of those words tumbling out. She pulls Kara a little closer.

"Oh, darling. You should have said so."

"I didn't want you to think- I didn't want to be a bother."

"You didn't want me to think you were a coward," Lena fills in. "Do you want me to turn the light on?" And then, when Kara's grip tightens around her, she asks, "Have you always been scared of the dark?"

"No," Kara mumbles. She rolls over and buries her face in Lena's shoulder, fingers grasping Lena's shirt. "I know it's stupid; I'm not a little kid. Please don't laugh at me."

"I'm not laughing. Are you sure you don't want me to get the light?"

"I don't want you to let me go."

They lay together that way for a long time, until the bed stops shaking, until Kara's breath becomes even and soft again, until Lena feels comfortable enough to start stroking Kara's hair in the silence. Kara sighs into her the way she did on the couch, and Lena thinks that perhaps this should be a regular part of their friendship.

"Twenty four years," Kara whispers. "I was in the dark, alone, for twenty four years. And I-" She shudders. "I sleep with a nightlight. It's childish, but-"

"It's not," Lena interrupts. "It's not. Especially after what you've been through. I'm sorry I didn't know."

Kara half shrugs in her arms. "I'm sorry I never told you." And then, after a long silence, she says, "I don't need you to turn the light on."

"No?"

"No. It's not so bad when you're with me." Kara leans up to press a gentle kiss to Lena's jaw, and Lena thinks that if that is going to be a regular part of their friendship, she and Kara are going to have to have a talk about the meaning of the word.

But she puts that thought aside to stroke soothing patterns across Kara's back. "I'll always be with you," she whispers. "You never have to be alone in the dark again."

Lena is surprised when she wakes. Surprised because she fell asleep so easily with Kara in her arms that she doesn't remember falling asleep at all, and surprised because Kara is still tangled up in her when morning breaks, snoring softly, one arm draped across Lena's waist.

Lena orders a nightlight after breakfast. Just in case.

///

Thank you for the ask!

[bdelizabeth]

My Stubborn Alien (for the fic title thing)

“Jus truuusst me, Lena thi- thisis a greaaat idea!” Kara empathically waves her hands.

“Kara, you’re drunk and this is most definitely not a good idea.” Lena replies matter of factly.

“Imnot drunk. Yooou’re drunk.”

Lena shakes her head at her girlfriend in exasperation.

“N Ssure it is! S’its what the peeople want. ANd it’s gunna be gREAt for ma image! No more ‘Oh Supergirl’s sooo uptight’ or ‘Oh Supergirl is toooo muchofa goodie tooshoes’ or ‘out of touch with the people’!” Kara airquotes.

Lena raises her eyebrows and tries to conceal her smirk.

“Imma be hip! Imma be wit da people, LenAa!” Kara reaches out to boop Lena’s nose as she’s making her last point. “Supergirl is CoOl Ssupergurl is sFun! Thhiss is gonna show everyone that. Okay? Okay.”

“Does this have something to do with the article Andrea had William publish this week?” Lena asks gently.

“NooOoo.”

“So this has nothing to do with her saying Supergirl isn’t the kind of hero you wanna have a drink with?” Lena presses.

“Uhh noo.” Kara insists defiantly. “It’s about the gAys!” Kara comes up with.

“What?” Lena laughs out.

“Nia said Tiktok is on the rage and the gays love it! And I wannabe something the gays love toooo” Kara points out.

“Darling, I’m pretty sure the gays already love you...”

“Yeeaaaahh BUT do they knooow I love them back?! Isdunno... Isss why I need Tikstok!” Kara exclaims as if her reasoning is flawless.

Lena looks at the innocent face on her drunk girlfriend and knows they’re going to be in trouble tomorrow. “There’s no talking you out of this right now, is there?”

“NOpe!” Kara smiles triumphantly.

Lena sighs as she acquiesces “Fine.”

Kara jumps up and down with exuberance.

“But I’m not taking any of your complaints when you regret this tomorrow.”

———

Kara wakes up with a decent hangover, which wouldn’t be so bad, if she didn’t also wake up to an empty bed and no Lena to snuggle.

With a pouty face and her eyes half closed, Kara glacially shuffles out towards the kitchen and freshly made coffee. Although, she quickly realizes her and Lena aren’t alone this morning when she hears a whispered conversation.

“Alex? What are doing here so early?” Kara inquires as she excitedly spots the donuts her sister must have brought over.

“Oh you know just catching up with my future sister-in-law about how your night was.” Alex says sharply.

Kara brushes past the sister-in-law comment and looks skeptically at Alex as she eats her second donut. “It was fine. Pretty low key.” Kara says with her mouth full.

Alex scoffs “LOWkey?! Mmm and how much of it do you remember there, Kar?”

Kara looks to Lena with questioning eyes but Lena won’t quite look at her as she chuckles behind her coffee cup. “Most of it...I mean I don’t really remember going to bed once we got home but -”

Lena bursts out laughing at Kara’s unassuming admission.

“This isn’t funny, Lena.” Alex chastises.

“I mean it kind of is, Alex. Come on, it wasn’t that bad in the end” Lena argues.

Kara cuts Alex off before she can argue back “What wasn’t that bad?”

“Oh why don’t we just show you superstar!” Alex quips.

Lena takes pity on Kara’s still confused face and pats the seat on the couch next to her “You’re gonna want to sit down for this one, honey.”

Kara takes the offered seat as Lena hands her phone over to Kara after opening the Tiktok app. Kara’s mouth immediately drops when she sees herself in her Supergirl suit on the screen.

“Oh no!” Kara gasps.

“Oh YES.” Alex digs. “Go on, press play.”

Kara presses play and immediately regrets it as she watches herself stare back with ‘sexy’ eyes and lick her lips before lip syncing:

“I wanna put you in 7 positions for 70 minutes. You get it babe. You got a lot on your mind and I want to ease it up and lick it and slip it in. You do a light scream on the ice cream when I scoop it and dip it in.”

“Oh. My. Rao.” Kara groans as she presses pause to stop the video. “Why am I seducing the camera in my Supergirl suit?”

“That’s a great question, isn’t it Kara?” Alex jabs sarcastically. “Lena?”

“You said it was trendy and that the TikTok gays would appreciate it.” Lena offers.

“Why didn’t you stop me??” Kara whines.

“I tried!” Lena defends. “You told me it was homophobic and a hate crime not to post it!”

“I am never drinking Vahorian Rum again.” Kara says as she sinks into the couch.

“You said that last time.” Alex mocks.

Kara glares at her sister before attempting her patented optimism. “Okay, so I made a TikTok as Supergirl last night. At least it’s just this one video with only - um” Kara checks the phone “3.6 million views...”

Kara sighs, “It could be worse.”

Alex and Lena exchange a knowing look and Kara’s eyes go wide.

“I made MORE than one video?!?” Kara postures.

“Try like six.” Alex huffs disapprovingly.

“Oh Rao!”

“Weeelllll, she only posted six...” Lena adds.

“OH RAO!” Kara groans. “Show them all to me now.”

The three of them proceed to watch all of Kara’s drunkenly produced TikToks from the night before.

“Ayyyoooooo bisexual check!”

Kara doesn’t even know how she manages to roll the sleeves and pants of her supersuit but she watches herself do it before putting a beanie and chucks on, grabbing her ukele, and topping it off by replacing her cape with a bisexual flag.

“I don’t even have a bisexual flag!” Kara blurts.

“You do now.” Alex points to it draped over the dining table.

Kara looks at Lena baffled.

“You said it was ‘essential’, yelled ‘brb’, and came back with the flag and some candy before I could open my mouth.” Lena explains.

Kara sighs and scrolls to the next video.

“Ayyyoooooo everyone thinks my cousin is hot check!”

This video turns out to be just Kara rolling her eyes and shaking her head with embarrassment in front of a bunch of pictures of Kal in his Superman suit. Most of the comments on the video are either ‘well they ain’t wrong doe’ or ‘not as hot as you Supergirl’ and Kara isn’t sure which she hates more.

The next one starts with Kara and Lena standing next to and looking at each other with background music and the caption ‘whenever Lex tries to take over the world’ and ends with them not missing a beat as they turn towards the camera and lip sync:

“What kind of fuckery is this?”

“Okay this one is kind of funny.” Kara cautiously proclaims.

“Yeah I liked that one too.” Lena admits with a smile.

“Should have said ‘whenever Lex does anything’.” Alex corrects. They all burst out laughing at that.

With the mood slightly lightened, Kara scrolls to the next video.

“Ayyyoooooo jawline check!”

Kara is already cringing again as she anticipates watching herself show off her jawline but is surprised when the camera flips to Lena rolling her eyes as Kara’s hand turns her head to its profile to hype up her girlfriend’s impeccable jawline.

“I’m so sorry” Kara says sheepishly.

“It’s okay, babe.” Lena reassures her as she presses a quick kiss to Kara’s lips.

“I mean...Lena’s jawline was made for this trend sooo...” Alex concedes.

Lena rolls her eyes again as Kara shrugs, “She’s not wrong, babe.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just watch the last one you posted because it’s Alex’s and mine’s favorite.” Lena says as she and Alex laugh in anticipation.

“Oh no.” Kara sighs before scrolling.

Music plays as she watches stock images of Superman, the Flash, and the Arrow pop up before Kara appears and lip syncs the last line with a cocky grin:

“These boys ain’t shit.”

“Oh my - Lena! How could you let me post theeeese?” Kara tries again.

“Listen,” Lena starts “you’re very stubborn when you’re drunk and it took everything I had to keep you from posting the other videos!”

“Do I even want to know?” Kara questions.

“I do!” Alex says taking a little too much enjoyment in Kara’s suffering.

Lena pulls out another phone.

“At least you guys were smart enough to use one of Supergirl’s burner phones and not your personal phones.” Alex says.

Lena tosses Alex a side eye. “Do I look stupid to you?” Lena asks rhetorically. “I also added extra layers of encryption to the app and the phone just in case.”

“Well I don’t know! You were stupid enough to fall in love with this idiot.” Alex mumbles as she points toward Kara.

“Normally I would be offended, but after last night, you might have a point.” Kara says.

Lena pulls up the the drafts she refused to let Kara post.

The first one is Kara floating with Lena in her arms in a bridal carry and the caption ‘when you save Lena Luthor from an attack’. Kara is looking at Lena before she turns to the camera and lip syncs:

“I think. You know. Where this about to go.”

Drunk Kara added some eyebrow raises and a wink before kissing Lena at the end.

“Okay it’s probably a really good thing you didn’t let me post this.” Kara admits.

“You think?!” Alex chastises.

Kara clicks on another video in the drafts to avoid Alex’s judgmental gaze.

This video is Kara and Lena standing in from of the camera facing each other as Kara lip syncs to her:

“You say we’re just friends....”

Kara smiles and pans to the camera. “But friends don’t know the way you taste.”

Kara smirks as Lena’s mouth drops and she goes to stop the recording immediately.

“OHkay I did not need to see that last one, Lena!” Alex complains.

“You asked for it.” Lena shrugs.

“She’s right. You did.” Kara backs up her girlfriend.

Alex glares at them both. “You two are lucky no one pieced together where you were or who you are!” Alex scolds as she points at Kara.

“I think it helped that Supergirl and I have a known working friendship.” Lena admits. “No one questioned why she was drunk and with me.”

“What has been the overall reaction to these?” Kara inquires.

“Honestly, it’s been mostly positive with most fans loving the content and an inside look at playful Supergirl.” Lena explains.

“Though there have been some critics questioning why a hero would get drunk at all with the responsibilities you have.” Alex levels. “And some negative responses from parents about the appropriateness of some of the content.”

Kara sighs resigned to the damage she has done.

“But. On the positive side, you were right!” Lena adds with encouragement.

Kara tilts her head quizzically.

“The gays LOVED it and they loved that they now definitively have a shot because you like girls!” Lena teases.

“Oh Rao! I can not believe Supergirl came out as bisexual on TikTok! Kate got an incredibly well written and thoughtful article on what it means to her and the world that Batwoman is gay and I got thirst traps! THIRST TRAPS!” Kara groans.

Alex shakes her head and Lena tries to hold back her laughter.

“I can’t believe you let me do this, Lena!”

“Hey, I told you it’s not my fault! You’re one stubborn alien when drunk.”

“But I’m your stubborn alien and you’re responsible for me.” Kara counters with a whine.

Lena sighs as she takes Kara into her arms. “You are my stubborn alien...with a drunken propensity for thirst traps.”

———

Kara embraces her drunken mistakes and utilizes her newly created TikTok fame to connect with the people and kids of National City on a more human level. She does PSAs and educational material in her videos as well as more lighthearted fun ones that people love.

She also managed to convince her superfriends to be in videos with her. The most liked videos on her page are the ‘flip the switch’ videos she’s done with the other heroes where the light goes off and they swap costumes. It started with Dreamer when Nia told her about it and convinced her to do it. Then Kara got Barry to do one (pretty easily) and then Sara, Killer Frost, J’onn, Mia, Constantine, and even Kate (after a lot of convincing). She also roped Kal into doing one with her old suit so he ended up in a skirt. That one is definitely her fav.

Generally, Supergirl’s official account has veered aware from making any more thirst traps, but that doesn’t seem stop other creators from making raunchy thirst traps about Supergirl.

Though, after some time and much convincing from Lena, Kara releases the last video in her drafts from that first drunken night.

“They say drunk words are sober thoughts” a sober Supergirl says as she shrugs and the video cuts to the clip of her drunk sprawled out upside down on the couch “Women are just like...sooooo HOT”

A lot of women liked that post.