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So, I deleted everything on Ao3 for personal reasons. Nothing bad, I might post them again in the future.

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I don't think Lena could handle Kara with an undercut and leather jacket + also the supersuit showing off all those muscles

"I don’t think I’ve told you yet,” Lena says. The blaring of the sirens slowly quiets below them and Kara stops to hover mid-air, holding Lena securely in her arms. “I really like the new look.”

Kara’s face lights up instantly, looking more pleased with herself than she was minutes ago, disarming the usual slew on henchmen. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

Like is, of course, an understatement. Lena could probably dedicate an ode to how devastatingly stunning Kara is now, the haircut making her features even more dashing, the suit somehow fitting even tighter around her rippling muscles. It takes the steady uptick of Lena’s heart, the usual effect of Kara’s presence, into what feels like a mad overdrive – she’s surprised Kara hasn’t expressed concern for her health yet, or thought that Lena was suffering some minor cardiac episode.

(The moment may not be far.)

“I’m glad,” Kara murmurs, her lips twisting into an endearingly cocky grin, the exact kind that makes Lena feel overcome with the desire to kiss it off from her face, to make Kara feel as breathless as she is under her spell.

She contents herself with raising a hand and running it through Kara’s hair, ruffling it gently.

“Very handsome,” Lena tells her, voice dropping down an octave without really meaning to. It does gift her with the sound of Kara’s breath hitching, the sight of her cheeks starting to bloom as red as the S on her chest. Her hold on Lena gets just a bit tighter, pressing her closer to Kara’s own body, and ever the confident gambler, Lena moves her hand, letting her fingertips glide over the freshly buzzed hair on the side of Kara’s head. “The leather was a bit of a surprise, though.”

“It was a gift from a friend,” Kara rasps out. Her eyes have grown as dark as the night sky around them, gaze dropping again and again down to Lena’s lips, and Lena’s no longer sure that the thundering heartbeat in her ears is only her own.

“Mhm.” She cups the back of Kara’s neck, scratching gently, and delights in the way Kara’s eyes flutter in response, the way Kara presses against her hand.  “Make sure to thank them.”

“Yeah.” Kara licks her lips and leans closer. “There’s just one thing I’d like to do first.”

Kara’s gaze flicks down to Lena’s lips again, her intent clear as day, and Lena suddenly feels so light-headed that she fears she might actually pass out before she could let the Girl of Steel kiss her absolutely senseless. 

“Well, don’t let me keep you from it, Supergirl.”

Far from the confident flirtation, the words stumble from her mouth low and choked-up, but none of it matters when Kara’s lips are pressed against Lena’s own the second she finishes her sentence. Her kiss is eager, hungry, all-consuming, making Lena shiver from head to toe. It’s better than what she could ever dream of: the gentle, unrelenting movement of soft lips is no longer only the figment of Lena’s imagination, nor is the firm, almost possessive way Kara’s fingers dig into her waist and thigh. With the last shred of rational thought left in her, Lena wonders if she could move to straddle Kara mid-air, but then Kara’s tongue swipes against her bottom lip and Lena’s brain whites out entirely.  

They are both panting when they finally part. For what was just a short bout of enthusiastic first-time mid-flight kissing, Kara looks thoroughly ravished, eyes hazy, Lena’s lipstick smeared all over her half-parted lips. Lena’s sure she’s fared no better: if she was in Kara’s place, she would have dropped out of the air halfway through. 

“Wow,” she breathes out and Kara laughs, warm and delighted, and presses their foreheads together.

“Yeah.” Her eyes are twinkling brighter than the stars above them when she draws back, and Lena wants to kiss her breathless again, preferably against a solid surface this time. “Definitely wow.”

“You know,” Lena slides her left from Kara’s shoulder down to her biceps and squeezes with intent. “I’d really like to get you out of that suit, too, if you’re amenable.”

The DEO records Supergirl’s fastest flight carrying a human companion that evening.

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i ain’t afraid of no ghost

this is for @ekingston and her great artwork here!!!! hope you like <3

Summary:

“You must be Lena,” Kara says, and Lena actually has to think about it because Kara Danvers is that type of pretty—eyes that are too fucking blue, puffy-pink lips, shaggy shoulder-length hair, a strong jaw and a lean frame and hands that make Lena feel flushed just looking at them. “Andrea said you’d get here first. She mentioned a ghost?”

“Right, yeah. Our sorority house is haunted,” Lena says dumbly. “Or, at least Andrea thinks it is.”

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Ghostbusters au; Kara likes making weapons and Lena regrets ever signing up for this job.

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A baby... ❤️

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I made coloring book pages at immochiball.com! They’re freeeeee if you’re bored. There’s pokechonk and fantastic beast chonks too :)

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OTW Guest Post: Betts

This month’s OTW Guest, fanfic writer Betts, discusses how fanfic literally changed the direction of her life.  Plus, she details why writing poorly was incredibly freeing for her. Read more at https://otw.news/guest-post-22d00

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“what are friends for” is a phrase kara and lena use often. early on in their friendship it’s just a casual remark when bringing the other lunch or talking through a problem together or binging Netflix when one or both had a long day. But of course they fall for each other and then it has more meaning & is charged with tension & says everything they can’t say in words. “what are friends for” while staring at the others mouth or in the crook of the others neck or with fingers in the others hair

thanks for sending this, it was a nice distraction from a day of feeling under the weather + covid madness. thanks for reading! AO3 link

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It starts as a reassurance.

What are friends for?

Lena forgets to meet Kara for coffee one morning until she slips in with a tall takeout cup from Noonan’s and a single donut for her. She apologized profusely and Kara threw the phrase out, kind and carefree.

“What are friends for?”

Kara had to cancel a dinner at a new bistro they had been wanting to try to meet an unreasonable deadline set by Snapper Carr, and Lena shows up with takeout from their favorite Chinese restaurant and an echo of what are friends for?

From a gentle reassurance it bleeds into a friendly term of affection, almost teasing at times. To Lena cleaning Kara’s bank out at Monopoly, Kara floating up to reach something on a high shelf for Lena, to small work favors of running documents or moving file cabinets.

Kara thinks she’s lost Lena’s friendship when she has to save her out of her uniform, but amidst the destroyed lobby of L-Corp and the emergency lights flashing in the dust filled lobby, Lena grabs her by the shoulders.

“We’ll talk about this later.”

“Y-you aren’t mad?” Kara stammers, her glasses shattered somewhere on the floor.

“I am, but you’re still important to me. Now go, before the police arrive.”

Kara can barely eek out a why as Lena starts shoving her towards an emergency exit.

“What are friends for, right? Now get out of here-”

It’s rocky after that, but Lena doesn’t cut her off. Kara works hard at regaining her trust bit by bit, giving her space and playing by her rules. For a little while. Eventually Lena learns to meet her in the middle and it’s less rocky but they still tiptoe around each other. One evening when Lena seems to be backsliding into guilt, Kara finally embraces her for the first time since she saved her amidst the cracking stone and flying shrapnel.

“Why are you still trying after how I’ve treated you?” She sobs.

Kara just holds her tighter, trying to hold herself together and pressed her lips into the top of Lena’s head.

“What are friends for?”

Life goes on and they learn to heal. The phrase makes it back into their daily routines with a little more weight. It isn’t until Kara is giving Lena a lift home from drinking a little too much alone in her office that she learns what her best friend had been doing behind the scenes to protect her. Erased security footage, lying to government officials, publicly and secretly supporting different alien rights groups that L-Corp may or may not have agreed with, it was all laid bare mumbled into the side of her neck in slurred words. When Kara touched down on the balcony of her apartment and elbowed the door open she finally spoke.

“You didn’t have to do all of that for me.”

Lena just curled her arms tighter around her shoulders, her warm lips pressing into the skin of her neck in what Kara thought was a kiss.

“What are friends for?”

Something shifted between them after that. The slow dawning realization that their friendship was blossoming into something more hidden behind the carefully spoken words they used as a blanket for affection. Each utterance became more rare now, but spoken in such a way that promised the golden warmth of love. It came with tight embraces with no room between them, linger touches on the backs of hands aching to lace their fingers together. It finally boils over when Kara realizes they’ve been staring at each other’s lips the past couple times they’ve recited it to each other, and she’s in Lena’s space.

“Do you want to go on a date with me?”

Lena’s cheeks warm in a pretty blush, finally sliding her fingers through Kara’s and murmurs, “You realize that you’ll have to take me on a lot of dates to make up for lost time?”

Kara can barely whisper what are friends for, and Lena is kissing her.

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I’m in!!!

To distract from the quarantine, so to speak, I’m offering a little game for those who want to play! In short: person who comments the most on clexa fics will receive a fic commission.

For the next week, read as many clexa fics as possible and leave comments. They have to be good comments with details, it doesn’t have to be an essay but you know, a comment that shows you actually read the fic. One liners like “nice” or “good job” or keyboard smashes don’t count, nor do comments with criticism. Squee comments only! Keep track of how many fics you’ve left comments on in this week, make sure you write down the fic titles and author names somewhere.

At the end of the week (so like Tuesday March 24th), send me your number! For the person with the highest number (and again, keep track of the fics because I WILL check you’ve actually done it- former teacher here lol), I will write you a clexa fic of your choosing! Most likely a one shot. We’ll talk about the fic because there’s some stuff I won’t do, such as super violent fics for example.

Call it the Clexa quarantine challenge 😂 any other authors or artists or anyone wants to participate, feel free!