#I’m so sorry to all the supercorp girlys

[littlemousejelly]

celebrity!au, exes, “did you hack into my hotspot?” por favor 🙏

fuck! i’m so sorry anon, i just realized you asked for supercorp but i mashed your prompt with sunny’s 😭 please forgive me, i promise i’ll deliver celeb!au supercorp soon! i’ve got a bunch of y'all asking for celeb!au lmao

anyway, here’s another mash-up mash-up! (celeb!au + exes + “did you hack into my hotspot?” + “i let you mooch off my netflix for years and this is how you repay me?”)

thanks for the ask, babes!

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In other news, Metropolis’s own Andrea Rojas won an Oscar last night at the Ninety-first Academy Awards ceremony!

‘It really is such an honor, I can’t thank the Academy enough. This would never had been possible without the help and support of my agent, my director and coworkers, my family and friends–’

Lena looks up from the report she’s proofing, concentration breaking just as easily as it always has at the sound of Andrea’s voice. Her stomach lurches when she sees her face on-screen. Ten years and all she’s done is grow even more beautiful, her eyes that same crystal blue, brows arching gracefully, lips so pouty and so, so kissable–

Lena waves a hand and the tv shuts off. She doesn’t need distractions, and Andrea had made it incredibly clear ten years ago that she didn’t need them either. She was “headed to stardom, baby,” (her words) and afraid that dating someone like Lena would drag her down (her implication).

The pen Lena’s idly twirling clatters to the desk and she decides that that’s enough dwelling on the past.

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“Just head right on through, Miss Luthor. Miss Rojas is waiting for you on the pool deck.”

“Thank you,” Lena says, almost a whisper, clutching at her messenger bag like it’s the lifesaver keeping her afloat in a sea of confusion. She’s. Really, really not sure what could possibly have compelled Andrea to reach out after all this time.

She inches her way through not one, but two living rooms, past the extravagant kitchen and dining area, and out through the double doors leading to the pool.

She spots Andrea immediately, prone and tanning on a pool chair, miles of flawless, smooth skin on display, the top of her black bikini undone to avoid tan lines. Lena swallows hard, then swallows again, and then again as she steps closer.

“Lena,” Andrea says, tilting her annoyingly gorgeous face up off her crossed arms with a smile. Her eyes are thankfully covered by sunglasses so Lena is saved from forgetting how to talk because of how blue they are. “I’m so glad you could make it.”

She starts to sit up and Lena almost swallows her tongue when she catches a hint of dark, pebbled nipple. She whirls around and plops down on the shaded pool chair next to Andrea’s with her back facing her, jerkily ripping open her messenger bag to yank her laptop out.

She hears Andrea huff out a girly giggle and stubbornly refuses to turn around to face her. She can’t- won’t turn around until she’s absolutely sure her tits aren’t out. Instead, she focuses her attention on connecting to the wifi. She’s taken the day “off” to work from home just to be able to meet up with Andrea even though she has way too many deadlines looming over her head.

But, that’s how it’s always been. Andrea calls and Lena comes.

“What do you want, Andrea?” she asks, voice as flat as she can make it. She only barely manages to stop herself from calling her Andy, but if Andrea notices, she doesn’t comment on it.

“Can’t a girl call her ex to see how she’s doing?”

Lena flinches, chewing at the inside of her cheek as she tries to come up with an answer that doesn’t make her sound bitter. But then she notices a connection titled Andy’s iPhone, and. Well. Trying to hack into her ex-girlfriend’s hotspot, inexplicably left on, seems like a much better use of her time than feeling hurt about something she thought she’d been over for years now.

It’s surprisingly a lot easier than she expects, but it also means that she’s more-or-less happily tapping away soon enough, focusing all her attention on work in the totally healthy way she does.

She misses the way Andrea’s phone buzzes.

She doesn’t miss the way her pool chair dips slightly before Andy’s– Andrea’s perfume sneaks up on her and spreads across her tongue, reminding her all too well of days spent out in the sun just like this, licking up the side of her neck, senses filling up with the smell of sunblock and Andy Andy Andy.

She feels like she’s swallowed a whole stack of cotton pads and her fingers stall on the keyboard.

“Did you just hack into my hotspot?” Andrea asks, and the sound of her voice mere inches away after years of dead silence over hundreds to thousands of miles sends a thrill skipping up her spine.

“Yes,” Lena says bluntly, proud of how steady her voice comes out. “You didn’t offer your wifi password, so.”

Andrea snorts. “I let you mooch off my Netflix for years and this is how you repay me?”

Lena whips her head around to face her a moment before realizing that she doesn’t know if Andrea’s still topless. She’s incredibly relieved to find that Andrea has re-tied her top.

“What?” she asks. “What are you talking about?”

Andrea furrows her perfect brows. “You’ve been using my Netflix account for years.”

“…no, I haven’t,” Lena says, confused. “I don’t have time for Netflix. And I much rather spend my free time reading than binge-watching tv shows anyway.”

Andrea stares at her like she’s speaking a different language, but then she looks out over the pool, propping her chin on her hand.

“Then who the fuck is using my account?” she wonders to herself.

Lena hates that she itches to smooth out the furrow in her brow. She clears her throat. “Is that all you called me out here for? If you wanted me or whoever it is that’s using your account to stop using it, you could’ve just changed your password.”

Andrea stiffens, then relaxes again with effort. “I suppose you’re right,” she says airily, leaning back on one arm, long legs stretching out in front of her.

Lena tries not to stare like a starving dog at the way Andrea’s thighs spread when they hit the vinyl of the pool chair.

She doesn’t think she’s successful because Andrea chuckles low and reaches over to shut her laptop, hand sliding over the cover in a way that has Lena gulping, visions of that hand smoothing over her thigh to press up between her legs replaying in her mind.

“I- I was in the middle of something,” Lena says breathlessly.

Andrea hums and scoots closer, pressing her mouth to the shoulder of Lena’s long-sleeve tee. “I’m sure, Miss CEO,” she says softly, tracing her fingers distractingly along the skin of her forearm just under her sleeve.

She falls silent for a while and it’s all Lena can do to not jump up and cannonball into the pool to prevent herself from doing something incredibly stupid. She hates that being around Andrea makes her feel like an awkward teenager all over again.

“I’ve missed you,” Andrea eventually hushes, and it’s quiet enough that Lena knows she’s done it purposefully, an excuse for Lena to pretend like she hasn’t heard it, for Andrea to pretend like she hasn’t said it. If they want to pretend.

But.

“I’ve missed you too,” Lena whispers.

And that’s somehow all it takes to collapse ten years, all it takes to break a decade into tiny forgettable pieces. Because Andy takes her messenger bag and laptop and sets them on the table nearby before pressing Lena back into the pool chair and straddling her. Because she’s lifting her sunglasses to rest on top of her perfect hair, and Lena definitely forgets how to talk with Andy in her lap, with Andy’s blue, blue eyes studying her face like she’s trying to find the parts of her that have changed.

Or maybe, like Lena, she’s looking for traces of the girl she once knew, looking for all the things that have stayed the same.

Andy leans in, lips so close her next words ghost soft as a memory against Lena’s. “I won an Oscar, baby. Aren’t you gonna reward me?”

And, god.

Lena breathes her in, slides her hands up soft, warm thighs, and does something stupid.