#Easter challenge

[agirlwithglam]

Easter holiday challenge!

-SOCIALISING EDITION-

im travelling this easter, so i've decided that i want to start talking to new people and learning new things about the country! so i made this guide/ challenge for me + anyone else who'd want to talk to more people. this is for: ୨୧ anyone who is going travelling and wants to speak and talk to new people ୨୧ the girlies who are more terrified of walking up to strangers and striking up a conversation ୨୧ people who want to learn how to be more socially friendly and more outgoing ୨୧ basically how to be more extroverted.

before we start, heres a link to conversation tips, tricks + starters anyways. let's get started!

first of all, before we start its important to at least understand the basic etiquette of being a human:

polite gestures:

holding the door open

saying thank you

apologising when necessary

smiling

stopping/ holding the elevator door when you see someone running towards it. (although i completely understand if you're in a super super rush)

everyday:

smile at at least 1 person

say hi to at least 1 person (not anyone who you see frequently or daily. it can be someone you know, but maybe not too well.)

ofc you can do more than 1 person, but at least 1 person is the MUST for everyday.

weekly:

introduce yourself to anyone you see (if it seems a bit daunting, then maybe bring a friend along to make it seem less embarrassing/ scary)

compliment someone -GENUINELY. (its so easy, not only does it make the other person feel better, it makes YOU feel better as well! make sure its genuine and you're not just saying it for the sake of it.)

offer assistance. (okay i know that for some people this can seem a bit scary, i know it sometimes is for me, but just do it. just try it. trust me, you won't regret it. whether its an old lady needing help / helping someone carry heavy stuff / picking & returning something that someone dropped. etc etc.)

‼️ ‼️ ‼️ DISCLAIMER !! !! !! BE SAFE!!

honestly this should go without saying, but make sure that whatever you do, whoever you talk to, make sure you are COMPLETELY SAFE. i know people say "not to judge looks" but if someone looks shady or you feel somethings off about them, DON'T GO UP TO THEM! (especially be careful in more dangerous/ less safer countries)

if you want to talk to someone new, i recommend chatting to a hotel staff (if you're staying at a hotel), or if you're in a new country, even something as simple asking someone for directions and then giving them a compliment can help!

Xoxo, Glamorous Vanilla

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

they share one (1) braincell

[ekingston]

also on ao3.

Lena smiles to herself as she watches Kara zip through National City’s most exclusive luxury mall. She’s like a honey-drunk bumblebee, bouncing from aisle to aisle, descending on some random item every five seconds just to mutter hmm and dart off again.

Lena is moving at a more civilized pace. She has long since stopped trying to keep up, both with her best friend’s not-quite-incriminating measure of super speed and her unfathomable decision-making process.

“Lena help,” Kara pouts, suddenly back, familiar and warm at Lena’s side. “Do fifteen-year-olds like anything?”

Lena doesn’t take her eyes off the art books she’s been perusing, but she also doesn’t stop herself from leaning in, her shoulder resting briefly against Kara’s, their hips grazing. A friendly gesture. A welcome back. “You remember Ruby, right?” she teases. “Cute? Bright? Probably six feet tall by next Wednesday?”

Kara huffs. “Yes, but she's—you know. Cool now.” She makes a gesture that’s somewhere between jazz hands and a bomb exploding. “What do cool teenagers like?”

Lena sends her a self-deprecating smile. “Do consider who it is you’re asking.”

Kara’s gaze tumbles from Lena’s face to her chest to her hands, and then she nods. Lena feels like she should be insulted by Kara’s quick acquiescence, but all thought leaves her mind when Kara steps closer, reaching across Lena’s body to play with the head of a fat round brush. Lena watches the fine bristles spread wide around the pads of Kara’s ring and middle finger, and tells herself that she isn’t affected by the situation at all.

“You know,” she breezes, veering away from the wisp of Kara’s breath against her temple, “Ruby’s been sketching a lot more, lately.”

Kara, immediately revived, follows Lena over to a glass case marked with Holbein’s logo. But when she glances up at the price tags, she goes pale. “Seven hundred dollars?” she yelps. “For colored pencils?”

Lena hums. “They’re pastels,” she explains, flipping the case open with a pleasing wood-on-metal snick. “High-grade pigments, no fillers.” She runs her fingers down a length of cobalt blue, watching Kara’s throat bob when she reaches the gold lettering along its side. “I hear they lay down incredibly soft,” Lena hears herself say, her voice low in the narrow space left between them. “Rich and easy. Just a hint of pressure is enough to achieve whatever effect you desire.”

Kara looks up, her glossy pink lips now inches away from Lena’s own. “Since when do you know about art materials?” she rasps.

Lena breaks into a light sweat at the question. “Well, you know,” she stammers, straightening. “It’s. No secret that I’m a patron—” She gestures helplessly, trying to step away again but finding herself trapped between the display case and Kara’s body. “That I—I’ve always had a thing—”

Kara’s eyebrows twitch as she waits for Lena to finally finish a sentence, a smile tugging at one corner of her mouth when Lena fails to do so. Her amusement at Lena’s floundering should embarrass her, but combined with the close heat of Kara’s body and her cocky smirk, Lena finds it alarmingly arousing.

“I have literally never heard you talk about art before,” Kara smarms. “Oh wait! Actually I specifically remember you canceling on Bruce Wayne’s charity gala when you realized he was having it at the Museum of Modern Arts, two years ago.”

“Kara—” She’s still so close. Lena is beginning to feel a little lightheaded.

“You were already in Gotham,” Kara points out.

“Listen,” Lena flusters. “I am a well-rounded—”

Kara’s eyes are dark and sparkling. “You were his date.”

“...I was his friend,” Lena corrects. “Bruce and I were never—not like—” She gestures between Kara’s body and her own, the movement greatly inhibited by their closeness, and ceasing entirely when she realizes where her argument is headed.

Kara bites down on what Lena is sure would otherwise be a maddeningly self-satisfied grin. “My birthday’s coming up, too,” Kara says. And then, her voice gentle, “But you already knew that, didn't you?”

Lena huffs out a breath. Of course she knows that. Kara is her best friend. It’s completely natural that Lena would spend night after sleepless night poring over catalogues and browsing the dark web, trying to find her the perfect gift.

“You got me these?” Kara grins, picking up a viridian green pencil and twirling it between two of her fingers. She looks so pretty and pleased that Lena nods, instantly resolved to trash the one-of-a-kind mini-anti-life-equation she’d managed to place the winning bid on, and gift Kara Holbein’s entire collection, as originally intended.

Kara still hasn’t moved. “Lena,” she says. “You know you didn’t need to spend all that money on me.”

Lena huffs out a humorless laugh. If Kara thinks the pencils are pricey, ditching the anti-life-equation is definitely the right call. It’s a shame—apparently it’s super effective against fruit flies and fungus gnats, both of which Kara has been unsuccessfully battling in her kitchen for the past couple of months. “You know me,” Lena says, something bitter twisting at the corners of her mouth. “Always going overboard.”

“No,” Kara tells her. The surety of her tone draws Lena’s gaze back up to those ludicrously blue eyes. “I do know you,” Kara says. “And you always get it exactly right.”

The silence that ensues stretches taut between them, stretches thin, fraying Lena’s nerves along with it. She should get Kara some canvases too, Lena decides. In fact, why not make it a set? Add some new brushes, and oil paints, maybe a new easel—oh!

“Mechanical erasers,” she blurts, and darts away.

Kara isn’t quite as quick on the uptake this time, taking long seconds to rejoin her on the other side of the aisle.

“Not like what?” Kara asks.

Lena blinks at her, puzzled by the non-sequitur. Kara’s eyebrows twitch together again, but this time they stay there, a tiny divot in the skin between them. Lena doesn’t know what to do with—well, any of it, quite frankly. “Since the secret’s out,” she says, pointedly looking away from the curious expression on her best friend’s face and gesturing at the collection of erasers, “do you prefer the—”

The feeling of Kara’s hand at her waist is highly unlikely and profoundly baffling. But when Lena looks down, trailing off, there it is; Kara’s thumb, settling against Lena's hip bone, her fingers sliding—sure and steady—into the gap of Lena’s open coat.

“You said you and Bruce were not like you and me,” Kara says. “What are we like?”

Lena’s heart is slamming in her chest like Kara is playing tennis with it. She’s so frustrated that Kara won’t just let it slide and allow Lena to escape with her pride intact; she’s so enamored with the way Kara looks at her, open and curious, as if she honestly doesn’t know what Lena is trying her best not to say for fear it will ruin their friendship.

The situation is so impossible that Lena doesn’t register the movement of Kara’s other hand until she’s slipped it around the back of her neck. It rests there—joining the other in its exploration of formerly firmly out-of-the-way places—with just the barest hint of pressure, her fingertips settling warm against the vulnerable skin of Lena’s nape.

Lena flusters, suddenly forced to address Kara’s question in a far more certain shade than she’s allowed them both to get away with over the years. If Lena opts for “the kind of friends I thought I’d never have”—a bitter, but familiar favorite—will Kara still help her blend the outline between the soft tones of their friendship and the vivid hues of what Lena is pretty certain is their mutual desire?

She swallows, watching the quick flash of Kara’s tongue as she wets her lip, reveling in the sight of it up close, struggling to maintain her solid form beneath the feeling of Kara’s hands on her body.

“There’s…” Kara whispers, swaying closer, “...probably a couple of things we really should talk about.” Her nose brushes Lena’s cheek before resting there, her eyes falling closed, their foreheads just barely touching. “But do you think it would be okay if—just for now—” She’s muttering the words almost directly into Lena’s mouth. “If I kissed you, first? Before, I mean, the rest of—”

Lena tugs herself up by the lapels of Kara’s jacket before Kara even finishes her question, the darkness behind her closed eyelids sparking into bright technicolor at the soft press of Kara’s lips against her own. They’re warm, and yielding, and slightly sticky—probably from the fresh-baked cinnamon roll she’d scarfed down before entering the store. Just before they pull apart, Lena catches the slightest hint of sweetness with the tip of her tongue.

Lena hums.

Kara is right. They really should be talking about this, and not necking in the middle of Eulalia Literature & Arts like a couple of boarding school kids on a school trip. But Kara is looking at her as if Lena is a wonderful secret freshly revealed, so Lena really can’t be expected to keep herself from being pulled back into Kara’s orbit. Can’t be blamed, even, for doing it lips-parted, so eager for another taste of what feels like the one bright spark of undiluted joy she’s ever felt she actually deserved that she shamelessly licks into Kara’s mouth, her entire body lighting up in oversaturated iridescence when Kara meets her with similarly unselfconscious sincerity.

Kara doesn’t let her go, even when they pause for air, both of her hands twitching against Lena’s body, as if keeping herself from pulling Lena back in is a tremendous effort. “Can we just stay here for a minute?” she hushes, her breath mingling with Lena’s own.

Lena smiles. “I think the security guard may have a couple of things to say about that,” she tells Kara, flashing an embarrassed glance over her shoulder at the woman in question.

“Oh, shoot.” Kara flinches, flushing an irresistible shade of pink Lena doubts even Holbein’s pigments could emulate. She rarely wears her glasses anymore, but Lena watches her reach for them out of habit, her movements jittery and raw.

“It’s alright, darling,” Lena soothes her, thrilling privately at the endearment as it falls off her lips. “I’m sure all will be forgiven when the cashier runs my credit card.”

And she’s right; when they exit, the guard gives them a nod that may even signal some mild approval. Whether that’s about the fortune Lena just spent on art supplies or their impromptu public exhibit, Lena isn’t sure.

Later, after weeks of conversations, after numerous tiny discoveries and world-shattering revelations—one of which has Kara confessing to once helping a fifth-dimensional imp create a half-dozen miserable alternate realities in which the full, vibrant spectrum of their love for each other went unacknowledged, and never led to a kiss—Kara blows out thirty-one colorful candles, and unwraps first (in the company of all of their friends) her gifts; and then (in the company of only her lover) Lena’s wrap-around A-line dress.

Lena’s legs are already trembling when Kara finally glides her fingers to the seam of her thigh, the pad of her thumb nudging gently at the patch of darkening cotton between Lena’s legs. “Could I try something new?” she asks, and Lena, who has discovered that Kara’s ideas only ever fall into one of two categories, one being complete absurdity and the other unmitigated brilliance, sighs.

“I want to paint you,” Kara says.

It so figures, Lena thinks. All of these new toys, and Kara can't decide which one she wants to play with first.

“Okay,” Lena says, driven to impatient acquiescence by Kara’s thumb, now moving in gentle, tiny circles against her.

“Okay?” Kara confirms, hand stilling, sitting up.

Lena clasps Kara’s teasing fingers and presses them down hard where she needs them, her back arching into the touch of their joined hands. “After,” she demands.

This was written for the multi fandom (and original!) flash fiction challenge, using the prompts ‘vignette/slice of life’, ‘shopping for a gift’, ‘friends to lovers’ and ‘colored pencils’. You should give it a whirl!

[jjdogasaur]

So the easter event, huh

[possible-eldritch-catboy]

wow tysm to sage cotugno for drawing jayvik for me🙏 /j

I drew jayvik in the tgs style bc uhhh... I love them ok that's it

[fazedlight]

Sand

This isn’t real, she thought, as she dug her toes into the cozy sun-warmed sand.

She kissed me this morning.

Kara gazed ahead, watching as the beach waves crashed on shore, warm and sunny against the backdrop of her planet’s destruction. Out across the waters, she could see the great horror of her past: Krypton as it died, damned in fire, debris floating across the expanse of space.

This isn’t real, Kara thought, listening to the grainy sound of sand as she moved her feet to pull her legs to her chest, placing her chin on her knees in quiet contemplation. She wondered if she would see the Danvers home if she turned around, or if that would be another expanse of sand and ocean and Krypton’s death.

She kissed me this morning.

Kara smiled at the thought. Lena had been working in the Tower lab; Kara had brought her doughnuts and espresso. Just like any other morning, they had cozied up on the couch together, laughing and talking.

But unlike any other morning, an odd sort of silence eventually fell between them. Flickering gazes, shy blushes, a tension that they couldn’t tell was real.

And then Lena leaned forward, and kissed her.

She kissed me this morning, Kara thought, eyes glancing ahead to Krypton, I’m sure of it. I think I’m sure of it. I’m…

Kara sighed, lying down on the beach, stretching as she stared up into the blue skies mixing with the fires on the horizon. She kissed me, Kara tried to convince herself, and then the Tower alarm went off right after, and Alex said I needed to get downtown to fight a threat. But she kissed me. I know she did…

“Would you like some company?” came a familiar voice.

Kara grinned. “I’d love that.”

She didn’t watch as her best friend took a seat on the sands beside her. Lena sighed, looking out on the horizon at the destruction ahead, seeming both curious and understanding. “This isn’t your world, Kara,” she said.

“I know.”

“You’re trapped in a black mercy.”

“I know.”

Lena reached down to brush some sand off her feet, frowning in curiosity. “I thought the plant shows you paradise. This doesn’t look like paradise to me.”

Kara hummed. “Maybe it doesn’t know what to do if reality is paradise enough.”

For a moment, Lena stayed quiet, mulling what to say in response. “If you know this place isn’t real, then why haven’t you woken up yet?”

“Because I’m not sure if reality is real.”

“What do you mean?”

Kara could feel the patter of her heart in her chest. “Did anything unusual happen this morning?” she asked.

There was a shy laugh in response. “It was real, Kara,” Lena murmured, “And if you wake up, I’d like to do it again.”

She kissed me this morning.

Kara smiled, breathing in the smell of sea salt in the breeze, eyes still trained on the bizarre images in the sky. “Okay,” she said.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Lena reaching for her ear, no doubt tapping at a device Brainy had provided. Watching as the figure faded away, Kara closed her eyes, feeling as the world began to morph around her, as though she were weightless and falling and flying all at once.

She finally opened her eyes, noting several figures hovering over her as her eyes adjusted to the harsh Tower light. “Welcome back, Kara,” Brainy said, as she felt the black mercy slither off her chest, “You gave us quite the scare.”

The crew began to shuffle around again. Brainy headed back toward a different monitor, Alex gave her sister’s arm a welcoming squeeze before chasing after J’onn, Nia carried the container with the captured black mercy into a back room.

Lena watched Kara intently.

“Was it real?” Kara whispered.

Lena smiled, and leaned forward - pressing her lips to Kara’s.

She kissed me this morning, Kara thought, and now I can kiss her back.

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For @ekingston's flash fiction challenge Prompts: fluff & hallucination & post-apocalyptic & sand

[sippycuppup]

thirty days of agere moodboards

by @ snailsagere

day five: favorite holiday

[soggystyrofoam]

girl whatever. challengers personal jesus edit dot mp4

[burningcheese-merchant]

You know what, Paravani reminds me of Lilo from Lilo and stitch, she give me those vibes of a chaotic and weird girl who has a good heart and see good in everyone and is stubborn and cares for her family.

You mean Paneer? Matar Paneer is the little girl, Paravani is the peacock haha

But yeah I totally see what you mean! Everything you said there is pretty much how Paneer is, minus "sees good in everyone" tbh (well. I mean. She tries. Her dad and half of her aunts and uncles are former villains, after all lol). She's reckless and impulsive and wears her heart on her sleeve. She has a temper. She's stubborn as a mule. She has a soft spot for animals. She is blindly loyal to her family, whom she places above all others (this is both her greatest strength and her greatest weakness). She has little respect for authority and marches to the beat of her own drum, whether anyone likes it or not. And she is, genuinely, a very kind and loving and selfless person. Heroic. Worthy of the power she wields

Alsoooooooo here, she drew these for you

परिवार, or parivaar (or pariwar, or parivāra, I'm not actually 100% sure lol), is the Hindi word for "family" :) (I know India has a billion languages and Hindi is kind of a basic choice since it's the official one but idk. Burning Spice gives me North India vibes for some reason, so. Hindi it is lol)

[thebluewritingbench]

you & me in the wreckage

a supercorp ficlet

written for @ekingston's flash fiction challenge! :)

this was fun!! the prompts i got were: thriller, only survivors of a zombie apocalypse, celebrity/just some guy (gender neutral), and blood. thematically consistent, at least. tw for (a fairly small amount of) blood and gore, unsurprisingly. enjoy!

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Someone is breathing on the other side of the vehicle.

No, Kara reminds herself yet again. Something.

It’s hard to say when the simple sound of another creature breathing became an instant trigger to send adrenaline coursing through her veins. Every tiny hair on her body rises. Her heart rate accelerates until she can feel it behind her teeth, a war drum. She moves with utmost caution; she cannot make a sound.

There’s a creak of metal. A low groan.

Kara recognizes the sound. The pleading moan of perverse hunger.

She can’t see it, as she creeps around the passenger side of the dark vehicle. The thing must be inside the car. The sound came from low down, though. Maybe it’s on the ground. Unsurprising—they always seem to end up there in the end. After having exhausted the limits of human muscle, with no prey left to chase down, they collapse like expended cargo.

The car is a solid black Rolls-Royce. A rare sight in the city, let alone out here. This one has seen better days, though. Shiny paint marred by dust, pock-marked with dents, half the bumper hanging off. How it ended up swerved into the ditch of this rural, two-lane road is a mystery.

Probably someone trying to escape.

Kara’s mind constructs the story even as she rounds the front of the car, reaching for her weapons. It must have contained someone wealthy or important, someone with the resources to get this far. But they must have been infected before they could escape. Though shaken, they would have attempted to brush it off. Nothing but a scrape. The teeth had barely punctured their skin. They would have sped away, gotten off the interstate at the first chance, taken turn after turn until they found a safe, isolated road. This is how far they got before the alien pathogens hijacked their brain.

But that would mean—Kara’s pulse spikes again—that would mean the creature on the other side of this vehicle is the most dangerous kind. Starved for the taste of human flesh. Not spent, but with the full power of the human body. When used without regard for muscles tearing, flesh rending, bones breaking, it could do remarkable things.

Kara knows. She has witnessed it.

The way Alex moved, when the disease took hold…

She shudders. Pushes the image from her mind. That thing hadn’t been Alex anymore.

Kara considers her weapons. A large kitchen knife. A small handgun—the better bet. Not much ammunition left, though. She’ll have to move quickly. She’ll have to make it count.

She lifts the gun, then lunges around the front of the car and fires.

The shot echoes across the scrubby hills. A shriek rings out, black hair flying as the creature shields itself. It begins to turn to her. She missed. Kara’s finger is pushing down on the trigger again when a voice cries, “Wait! Wait!”

She wrenches the gun aside. Her shot flies wide.

There is nothing but heaving breathing in the wake. Human breathing.

The woman crouched on the ground, staring up at Kara in terrified shock, is alive. Truly alive. What’s more, Kara knows her.

 “How are you here?” Kara says. The cognitive dissonance of seeing that face here, now, is so intense that she wonders if she’s hallucinating.

“What?” says Lena Luthor. “Why are you trying to kill me? Do I know you?”

We’ve met before.

“No.” Kara feels herself flush. How absurd that she’s even capable of such a reaction anymore. “I’m nobody.”

Lena Luthor stands on unsteady legs. “No, you’re that reporter. From… BuzzFeed, was it? You came to my office with Clark Kent.”

“CatCo Magazine,” Kara corrects automatically. It feels like a lifetime since she was Cat Grant’s assistant, barely daring to aspire to journalism. Struck nearly speechless by the presence of this woman—her inarguable celebrity crush.

Embarrassing.

Lena looks uneasily at the gun. Kara realizes it’s still pointing in her direction. She drops her arm. “Shoot. Sorry.”

“Don’t shoot, preferably,” Lena says dryly. It takes a second for Kara to realize it’s a joke.

“I wasn’t trying to— I thought you were… one of them. You’re not infected, are you?”

“None of them have touched me. This thing is bullet-proof. I did plow through a few of them…” Lena looks queasy. Kara follows her gaze to the front of the car. There’s blood congealed on the grill.

A flash of memory. She sees the creature that was once Winn charging at her. Her panicked swipe of the kitchen knife across its throat. The spray of his blood, copious, vibrant, across her shirt, across the pavement. For hours, she was terrified the blood had found its way into some scrape, some opening. Infecting her.

She grimaces, presses her thumb hard into the space between her eyes. Stop.

“Where did you even come from?” Lena says. “There’s nothing around here.”

“I walked from the city. I’ve been trying to find anywhere with supplies. There was a group of us. I’m the only one left.” That awful, leaden truth. Kara pushes past it. “How did you get out? I haven’t seen anyone else in weeks.”

“I hid in my office. I had it outfitted as a kind of bunker years ago. I thought I was being insane at the time, and yet…” She trails off, ashamed. “I did nothing to help. Nothing. I stayed there until it quieted down. Then I took the car, and I ran.”

“You couldn’t have done much. No one could have.”

“And now my stupid tire blew, and I am somehow incapable of changing it, so I’m pretty much fucked.” Lena kicks the deflated tire. “Fuck!”

“Your tire?” Belatedly, Kara notices the spare lying on the ground, alongside a toolbox and a badly misplaced jack. She feels a wild urge to laugh. That’s it? “I can fix your tire.”

“Really?”

“Of course.” She swallows. Remembers that somehow, Lena Luthor is standing in front of her. A woman who Kara has followed extensively in tabloids for years. A world leader for tech. Generous. Brilliant. Beautiful. “On one condition.”  

“What’s that?”

“Take me with you.”

Lena Luthor leans against her car and, miraculously, grins. She gives Kara a lingering once-over. “Where are you going?”

“Anywhere. Away from here. I need to find out what happened to my cousin. And my mom.”

“Well, I could use the company,” Lena says. “It’s a deal.”

She holds out her hand. Kara shakes it. At the feel of Lena’s hand in hers, warm, chapped, alive, Kara feels a spark of something she hasn’t felt for ages, since before her life turned into a nightmare.

Hope.

[rosizoitsa]

Little Bunny Devouring Her Chocolate 🐰🍫

Happy Easter Monday! (Even though we don't really celebrate it as much as Easter Sunday where I live.)

[deadbiwrites]

This is for the lovely @ekingston who yeeted me at her multi-fandom flash challenge!

I spun the magic wheels and got "Action + On a Flight + Scarred Knuckles + Second Chance Romance" as my guidelines, and I gave it a go with SuperCorp (because they still live utterly rent-free in my mind)- really hope y'all enjoy!

(It's called 'Flight')

It’s almost too late, by the time Superwoman arrives on the scene.��

She’d been all the way uptown, handing a Maaldorian their own ass on a platter with the assistance of Dreamer when she’d heard the yelp, then the scream.

And she knew that scream.

She rips up through the air, and she can already hear J’onn and Alex complaining about the cost of the broken windows the DEO will be footing the bill for as she nears supersonic speeds, and pushes, pushes herself to get there faster, faster, faster, and-

There. There she is.

Falling from a balcony. Again.

If she wasn’t scared nearly breathless, Kara would laugh.

She flips midair, shooting down under the falling woman, and gets her arms scooped under her knees and back before slowly decelerating the fall.

She can hear the snort as Lena realizes what’s just happened.

“Miss Luthor, we really must stop meeting like this,” Kara murmurs, fighting a smile.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Lena demures, heart still racing despite the wry smirk. “I think it keeps things exciting, Superwoman.”

“I could do with less excitement when it comes to you,” Kara says, landing them both safely on a nearby rooftop.

Lena huffs a laugh as she settles back onto her own two feet (one of which is conspicuously bare). Kara can tell that she’s badly rattled, with the way she half staggers to sit on the roof. Wordlessly, Kara sinks down beside her and extends a hand, and Lena latches onto it with a shuddering breath. “Thank you, Kara,”

Kara gives it a gentle, grounding squeeze. “Always.” They’re quiet for a few minutes as Lena’s heart rate returns to the realm of normal. “So what happened?”

Lena chuckles. “Would you believe that I slipped?”

“Slipped. Off of…?”

“The balcony.”

“Ah. And, how did you slip off of the balcony?”

“I really don’t want to tell you,” Lena chuckles. “You’ll never let me hear the end of it.”

“Probably so,” Kara agrees, flopping dramatically onto her side as Lena shoves her playfully. “Well now that you’ve assaulted me, I feel like I earned the right to know. C’mon, out with it.”

“God, you’re ridiculous,” Lena grumbles. Finally, she sighs. “My shoes are new, I hadn’t worn them before, and they’re… a bit uncomfortable. So I was leaning over to take them off, I thought that maybe the cool concrete would help, and-” She looks almost pained. “Well there’s been a bird with a nest, out on my balcony…”

Kara claps her free hand over her mouth to stifle a snort, keeping the other firmly interlocked with Lena’s even when she tries to shake her off. “Nooooo…”

Lena sighs, very put-upon. “The bird startled me, I jumped, then I stumbled and fell backwards over the wall.”

“Golly,” Kara giggles. “You really do have all the worst luck, Miss Luthor.”

Lena hums thoughtfully. “Oh, I don’t know. It did end with me in the arms of National City’s favorite hero. Holding her hand, even.” Her thumb swipes across Kara’s knuckles, more scarred than the last time their fingers were laced like this. “I wouldn’t say that that’s bad luck.”

If Kara could blush, she would. “Why Miss Luthor, what will people say?”

“What they always did, probably,” Lena muses. She peers over at Kara. “Why didn’t we ever do anything about that, Superwoman?”

“You know why,” Kara sighs. “It wasn’t safe, for either of us.”

Lena hums a low, contrary note. “Who said that?”

“The smartest person I’ve ever met,” Kara chuckles. “You.”

“I seem to recall you saying much the same,” Lena says, thumb still swiping patterns over the back of Kara’s hand. She stares into the distance, squinting against the fading light. 

“I did, because you were right. It’d be a big risk, all the time.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

They can leave it here, again. Kara knows that they can keep that distance that keeps them both just that much safer, just like they always have. They can continue weaving in and out of each other’s lives forever, keeping close enough while never going where they long to be.

“Although,” Lena says thoughtfully. “I don’t suspect that the bird today was a shapeshifting alien. Or a supervillain.”

Kara’s heart starts a steady uptick in rhythm. “Probably not an agent of a business rival, either. Or an assassin hired by either of our families.”

“Mother is creative, but typically reserves her post-mortem assassination attempts for special occasions, like bank holidays or my birthday.”

“And the one on April Fool’s Day- that one was especially good.”

“Oh, I found out that was Lex, actually.”

“Oh, that makes more sense. I couldn’t see your mom celebrating April Fool’s Day, even with a hitman dressed as a clown.”

Lena snorts at the memory. “I still don’t understand how he got past security. Though the baton disguised as a balloon animal was a nice touch.” She sobers a bit and looks intently over at Kara. “My point is, I could get killed by a stray bullet, or a car crash, or a hitman clown, or a fucking bird. Or… it could be because of who we are. But…”

“But?” Kara prompts softly, heart in her throat.

“But, with 10 long years of perspective, you- we- would be worth the risk,” Lena says, eyes locked with Kara’s. Her hand shakes slightly in Kara’s, but her grasp stays sure. “I don’t want to die. But I certainly don’t want to die regretting that I let myself miss out on you because we were afraid.”

Kara’s gaze darts between her eyes, and when she doesn’t see an ounce of anything but warmth and longing and love, she stops hesitating, leans forward, and meets Lena in the middle as she leans in too.

And after the years and years and years Kara Danvers has spent wondering what it’d be like to kiss Lena Luthor, even just one time, she finally finds out. 

And it’s like coming home.

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