#kara writes stuff

[rustingcat]

“So… how's the risotto?” Lena asked from behind her glass of overly expensive red wine. The quiet between them felt palpable despite the hums of conversation of the restaurant around them.

“Eh, good. Good.” Kara nodded with half a smile as she shoved another spoonful in her mouth to prove her point.

It was far from convincing, and Lena knew it wasn't about the food. “Alright, why does it feel…”

“Weird?” Kara finished her sentence with a small chuckle as she swallowed her bite.

“Yeah.” Lena smiled. At least it wasn't just her that felt that way. “It wasn't like that last time.” She signed and put down her glass.

“To be fair, last time we didn’t realise it was a date,” Kara pointed out.

“Is this what we should do then? Pretend like it's not a date?” Lena asked with a hint of worry in her voice. They only just made the big step. She didn't want things to return to the way they were.

“I don't know, I kinda like holding your hand.” Kara gave Lena’s hand a small squeeze while flashing her a warm smile.

“To be fair we did that before we decided to give this whole dating thing a try.” Lena visibly relaxed, giving kara a small smile in return.

“I also don't want to stop telling you how smart and beautiful you are.” Kara continued, basking in the rosy colour that appeared on Lena’s cheeks.

“Well, you did that before too, if I remember correctly.” Lena bit her lip in an attempt to suppress her growing smile. It was amazing how fast Kara can make her relax.

“Your memory is as amazing as you are, so I doubt it could betray you now.”

“Kara Davners, are you flirting with me?” Lena raised a sharp eyebrow as she took a sip of her wine.

“Should I stop?”

“Don't you dare.”

The silence that followed wasn't awkward anymore, it was warm and calming with the joy of something new.

“Then are you from tennessee? Cause you're the only ten I see.” Kara finished with a wink and an over confident smirk.

“Oh dear lord! No.”

“You don't like that one? I have more.”

Lena chuckled. God, she loved that woman. “Just eat your risotto, darling.”

Hand in hand, Lena and Kara exited the restaurant into the cool evening breeze of the city. Kara didn’t even ask before wrapping her blazer around Lena’s shoulder who smiled gratefully in response.

“Such a gentlewoman,” Lena remarked.

“I try,” Kara shrugged and captured Lena’s hand once more with her own.

“Well, this is me.” Lena bit her lip as the couple made it to her building’s entrance.

“Shall I walk you to your door?”

“If you insist.”

“I am a gentlewoman after all.”

They greeted Bill the doorman on their way up who wished them a nice evening with a smile.

They stopped again once they reached Lena’s door.

“So, a date or not a date?” Lena asked with a small smirk.

“Date, definitely a date.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I really want to kiss you right now.”

Lena answered by cupping Kara’s face and connecting their lips. It was wild to her how much she craved it already. They only kissed once before, and it was already one of her favourite things in this world. Their tongues connected and Lena let out a small whimper as heat consumed her entire body in seconds.

“Would you like to come in?” Lena asked breathlessly while Kara moved l to kiss her neck.

“I thought it was a third date kind of thing?” Kara smirked, whispering her words into her ear.

“Would coffee and whatever in my fridge work for a third date then?” Lena bit her lip while eyeing Kara’s swallowed kissable lips.

“Yeah. Yeah, I think it would.” Kara barely nodded before crashing their lips back together.

They stumbled into Lena’s apartment deeply consumed by one another.

They never got to make that coffee.

Well, not until the morning after.

You can also find this on AO3

Huge thanks to @sssammich for pushing me out of my comfort zone to come up with this ficlet! Thank you for your help, darling♥️

[flowerakatsuka]

i can't remember if i ever mentioned this tidbit about them before — since their dad is an art teacher and encouraged all his kids to be creative from an early age, kuroba eventually picked up drawing as a hobby. they don't it as much as they used to, but it still comes in pretty handy sometimes with their job, ( especially when they're bored and need something to do with their hands. ) i imagine their style to be kinda like a simplified version of seizo watase's work.

[sugarsnappeases]

microfic - bella killing sirius 🥰 | 1.5k words | warnings for um. death. obviously. but also for confusing narrative style ❤️

for the light of my life @quillkiller on this most auspicious day

Bellatrix laughs as Andy - the woman who looks like Andy, except for the purple hair, and the dirty blood - falls backwards away from her. She’s never going to get into the Duelling Club at Hogwarts if she keeps leaving her left side open like that; she’s lucky she has Bellatrix there to teach her.

The woman - her sister, blood-traitor, spawn of a mudblood, fighting on the side of the Order - doesn’t get back up again, limp body tumbling down the steep, stone steps. Bellatrix hasn’t lost a duel since she was thirteen, she holds the Duelling Club record for most consecutive wins - she’s the best person that Andy could have come to for help - she wasn’t going to be beaten by some filthy Auror brat.

Turning away from the unmoving body, Bellatrix runs deeper into the fray, moving towards the raised dais with its stone archway. It’s chaos, flashes of spellfire shooting across the room in all directions, red, purple, white, green, shouts and crashes and explosions as spells miss and damage the room, or as they hit their mark and damage the enemy.

She deflects a curse on instinct, swinging around to face the direction it had come from - a familiar face, her baby cousin - “Bella, will you duel me now?” - a traitor and a coward and unworthy of the name of Black.

Bellatrix returns fire. She’ll go easy on him, because Sirius is just a boy, mock-duelling with a borrowed wand and the small repertoire of spells that he had learned from her or from his parents, but he had always been quick on his feet, good at skipping out of the line of fire - she would make a proper duellist of him yet. She should kill him, for having everything and for running away from it, for turning against her, against his family, cursing their name then having the audacity to use the spells that she had taught him to fight for the wrong side of the war.

It’s the first time that she's seen him since he was disowned, in the middle of Diagon Alley, fighting with the Order of the Phoenix, and she should kill him. It’s the Yule holidays of her seventh year at Hogwarts, Sirius is nine and determinedly dodging her spells, one of their favourite games. They’re both somewhere else, screams and despair and a spinning, ungraspable whirlpool of memories, standing on the raised stone dais now, close enough to hear the whispers from the tattered veil hanging in the archway - soft, insidious, beneath the clamour of the battle.

Sirius throws a spell back at her, bouncing on the balls of his feet, “Hello cousin.”

Bellatrix grins as she dodges - Sirius is always so energetic, so eager to fight with her in a way that even Andromeda never is, let alone Narcissa or Regulus - so desperate to draw her blood, the same blood that runs through his veins, the same blood that he had forsaken, singling her out on any battlefield in the same way that she always did with him. He had run from everything that she had ever wanted - the Black heirship and the power, the esteem, which that entailed - as if it was nothing, as if she didn’t dream about commanding that level of respect, or awe, or fear, as if she hadn’t been scrambling every day of her life to try and get as close to it as she could. Sirius had run away from it, run away from her, and now he was a part of the Order of the Phoenix and she should kill him. She could kill him, the Black Heir, laughing as he narrowly avoids getting hit with a stupefy - he’s only nine, it’s not like he could really defend himself if she started firing off some of the more lethal spells she knew.

She had taught him how to perform the severing charm just the day before, lending him her wand - walnut and dragon heartstring just like the one that had chosen him when he turned eleven - he’s using Cissy’s today, struggling a little against it’s unicorn hair core, mostly relying on his ability to jump out of the trajectory of spells.

The two of them are volleying spells back and forth - ones that she had taught him and ones that the Dark Lord had taught her and ones that he had learnt without her somewhere - dodging or shielding or deflecting, spells barely grazing each other, she always knew that he would make a fine duellist - she had made him into one. They duel like this every time they see each other, during her holidays from Hogwarts, then during his holidays from Hogwarts; she had watched Sirius turn into a threat - she had taught him how to be a threat.

Bellatrix laughs as he manages to shoot off the severing charm that she had taught him - three different lethal curses in quick succession, a determined kind of acrimony about him, not surprised to see her fighting with the death eaters, in the same way that she isn’t really surprised to see him with the Order. She lets it hit her - blocks them all with a complicated shielding charm and throws back a confringo that explodes the cobblestones beneath his feet - still laughing as he cheers about how he’s fatally wounded her, feeling a sting from the shallow cut on her arm - he’s determined as ever but there’s less anger now; he’s playful, grinning when a curse singes the ends of his hair.

She knows she shouldn’t kill him - she isn’t sure if she could kill him anymore, he’s going toe to toe with her in a way that he’d never been able to when they were kids - she doesn’t think she really wants to kill him, her favourite cousin, more just the things that he represents, the signet ring on his finger that gives him an authority, aged nine, that she doesn’t have, can’t have, at nearly double his age - she thinks she wants to kill him now, though, now that he’s betrayed her, found a new family of mudbloods and blood-traitors and abandoned the role that she’s always craved. Bellatrix fires a stunner at him - puts up a hasty shield against his entrail-expelling curse, another one that she had taught him - the two of them laugh as he ducks it, the red light whizzing over his head - “Come on, you can do better than that!”

It’s loud, cacophonous with the battle raging all around them - blood on the cobblestones of Diagon Alley, some of it hers, some of it his - Cissy’s complaining that she’s bored and wants to go outside - the whispers emanating from the crumbling stone archway are getting louder, seeping their way into Bellatrix’s head - and Sirius’ voice rings in her ears, echoes around the room.

She flings another spell at him, grinning as she watches him determinedly move through the wand movements for diffindo again - he laughs as she stumbles, as her shield collapses under the force of his reducto, as he gains the upper hand - concentrating on pushing his magic through Cissy’s wand, not paying close enough attention to the spell she’s just cast - Sirius deflects the curses she hurls at him, sends a barrage of spells back at her - he’s laughing, cocky as always, as her spell hurtles directly towards him.

It hits him right in the middle of his chest.

It’s quiet, suddenly.

Quiet as Sirius’s laughter cuts off. As his eyes widen in shock. As he falls backwards, slowly, as if some invisible weight were making him heavy, as if some invisible force were gently lifting him away. She looks at him and his face is gaunt, an underlying emaciation that no amount of hearty meals can hide, she sees the same whenever she looks in a mirror, right down to the tired, but ever determined glint in silver-grey eyes.

Bellatrix watches Sirius sink into the tattered veil - watches him fall to the floor of the duelling room in Grimmauld Place, for a second she imagines that he might be dead, what it would feel like to kill him - watches the grim smile on his face as one of his spells meets its target and her vision goes black - the veil flutters, those insidious whispers seem to pause for a moment, then rise to a roaring crescendo as his body disappears.

She screams along with them, triumphant - she hasn’t lost a duel since she was thirteen, Sirius has never once beaten her, always ending their duels on the floor - she’s killed Sirius Black, and everything that he represents, even if he had spurned the signet ring and the esteem that came with it. Bellatrix walks across the room to enervate him - wakes up in Malfoy Manor, Cissy leaning over her and asking if it was true that Sirius was a part of the Order now, if he had really beaten her in a duel - turns away from the whispers and the archway and the duel that she had won, skipping back up the stone steps, laughing as she hops over Andy’s - the mudblood’s - body.

[fazedlight]

Maybe an unpopular opinion, but the idea that Kara would eventually tell the world she's Supergirl is a good ending (if written well). Having the constant looming stress of "if I get outed, everyone I love will get fucking murdered" is... a heavy burden, and I think she's been through enough hardship in her life.

But in order to do that, you need to address two things...

General xenophobia

It's a Super Life

The show sort of does address xenophobia. We go from "aliens aren't real [except Superman]" (which is a weird stance in the pilot but oh well) to "aliens are real" to "aliens are a major threat" (season 4) to "building acceptance" (season 6). Acceptance is never sudden and total, but things can shift over time where it's safer to be out now than decades ago, and that's what happens in the show with being alien. I think they could've done better here (especially in highlighting Kara's stress to give us a better sense of why being able to be out is important), but they tried.

But they never touch It's a Super Life. In Kara's mind, her secret coming out can get everyone killed! Everyone she loves! And the thing is, it's so easy to fix. Mxy can't really rewrite time - if he could, "Mr. & Mrs. Mxyzptlk" would've gone much better for him. He's just a trickster god who took the obvious route (lying) to making his friend feel better. Problem solved.

But they didn't touch on that, which makes the finale decision BIZARRE.

Of course, revisiting It's a Super Life poses a problem in the writing. For a lot of the rift, we saw a really beautiful saga of "two flawed people, driven by their different traumas, caused each other a lot of pain". It's a Super Life was part of the shift away from that complexity. The showrunners just couldn't handle it.

But with better writing... we can end up in a world where Kara feels safe and happy, and finally free of that weighty burden that she might suddenly lose everything again.

[luthordamnvers]

Proud

((Prompt by an image with the text: "Can someone please be proud of me like fuck I'm trying…"))

The Probate Process was in full swing, and the press, the paparazzi, the tabloids and the conspiracy youtubers, were having a field day with it. Lillian’s assets, and Lex’s assets were up for grabs, and she was in the middle of it. It was a shit show.

She didn’t even want any of it, really, but she also didn’t want it to end up in the hands of someone who could keep up with her brother’s schemes.

She vividly remembers, once upon a time, on another life, another earth; telling Kara how everyone had an opinion of her for testifying against her mother.  Ungrateful daughter. Heroine. Bitch. Apparently not much has changed, even when in this reality her family was less of a nightmare than in the previous one.

She gets tired of it all, and turns off the TV, fighting the urge to bring back her little boxes, coping mechanism. She sighs and mumbles to herself; “Can someone please be proud of me, like, fuck I'm trying…”

“I am proud of you,” a voice says, clear and full of conviction. She shouldn't be surprised that someone heard her in the middle of the Tower’s main room, but still, the voice is not from the someone that always sneaks up on her, but her sister. “Incredibly proud, actually. I should tell you more often.”

“There is no need to lie, Alex. I will share my stash of scotch with you, regardless,” Lena let’s out, as she fakes writing something on the tablet in her hand. 

“I’m not lying. Let alone in exchange for alcohol.” Alex asserts. “You grew up with that cursed family. And they tried their best to make you like them; from manipulating you and playing mind games with you, to literally using talismans to get rid of your magic.” Alex leaves all pretenses and just sits on the desk, looking at Lena directly. Like trying to drive the point home. “And while you lost your way for a second there, here you are. A hero on your own right. Still good, and still trying your best. I’ve told you before, you have a huge heart. I really need to tell you more often, one day you may finally believe me.”

Lena really doesn’t know what to say, but there are tears prickling at the corner of her eyes, and when Alex sees them she glares at her, like forbidding her to spill them. Instead, she goes for the eternal joke.

“In fact, you have such a huge heart, that Kara cannot stop looking at it.” 

“Oh my God, I hate you.”

“You might really have to start having safety pins around, so she stops looking at it.”

“Stop.”

[thatonebirdwrites]

Our girls get some time to chat and distract each other.

And Lena deals with some Luthor related crud. Fun times.

This chapter took me awhile to write since I had to sit and think about pacing, and all the threads laid thus far, which ones connected with this one, and how to carefully continue the weave I'm making with this story. Act 2 is very different than Act 1, which I do wonder if maybe I should have separated them out into separate fics, but I don't know, that might have lost readers? Since not all readers know that a sequel exists. It's easier for me to keep it all together though. So I don't lose track of things.

EXCERPT:

Kara’s voice startles her, and she nearly drops the pan holding the meat. “Woah, hey, gotcha.” Kara easily catches it, despite how hot it is, and although Lena knows it won’t burn Kara, she still can’t stop herself from warning her.

“It’s hot.”

Kara smiles and puts the pan back on the stove. “I’m good. No burns.” She holds up her hands to show Lena.

Lena sighs. “Right. I’ll get used to it eventually.” She surveys her work and turns off the burners. “It’s not fancy or anything.” She pulls plates from the cupboards. “Will have to go grocery shopping. I’m determined to make a vegetable dish that you’ll like.”

Kara stares at her with a smile but doesn’t say anything.

Lena raises an eyebrow. “What?”

“It’s just… you in my kitchen, cooking. I love it.” She steps closer and tucks a strand of Lena’s hair behind her ear. Lena finds she can’t look away, and her mouth goes dry, her ear tingling from Kara’s touch. “I love you.” Kara leans forward and brushes her lips against Lena’s, and Lena melts into the kiss.

All thought evaporates at the tenderness of Kara’s lips against her own, the way Kara’s fingers play with the hairs at the back of Lena’s neck. She presses against Kara, her arms curling around Kara’s neck, and although the kiss isn’t deep or long, it still feels like a lifetime to Lena.

Her breaths are short and unsteady when Kara pulls back and leans her forehead against Lena’s. Energy zaps through limbs, arousal pools in her abdomen. She feels a need for Kara to take her right there, against the counter, and she pulls Kara closer, her fist balling her cotton shirt.

[justonemorewallflower]

hehehe sending you moreeeee: lost and found :)

Yayy thank you for more! I’m doing lost and found individually as I know I don’t have any wips that have the entire phrase.

Lost: She lost it, hating how seriously he had taken the poem, “it was just a poem, Lee! Doesn’t mean it’s true!”

From a wip that’s just titled Poem right now (around 4.2k words).

Found: Once she found one she deemed presentable she handed it to him, moving close to him as she watched him look over it, ready to snatch it away if he tried to flip the page.

From a wip titled All On Paper (around 4.1k words).

Ironically both of these wips have very similar themes of Kara reluctantly (or having been forced) to share either some of her art or a poem to Lee.

[fablewritesnonsense]

15 Lines Challenge

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture their character/personality/vibe. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you’re free to include those as well.

Got tagged by @bokatan 💖

No pressure tags for @bardic-inspo @thefallenangelsgang @andyandnormski and whoever else may want in!

Virginia "Gin" Valentine

“I’m an adult! You limp-dicked coward!”

"Okay, I get that I'm young, but stop calling me a child, I've popped a baby out."

"I don’t get into trouble, trouble gets on- nope… Trouble gets into- no that’s worse… You know what I’m trying to say!”

“I can shoot him, then you can say you were dodging enemy fire."

“It’s not called boning for nothing.”

"Okay, first of all, he’s a Maxson, that makes him an asshole from the get-go."

"We learned the law, and how to circumvent it."

"Yeah, it sucks, and I'm sorry you had those emotions brought up, but if you think I'm going to go down this rabbit hole with you then you can forget it!"

"It breaks my heart when you get hurt trying to keep me safe."

"I trusted them! And they got me and Shaun fucking addicted to mentats for some stupid study?"

"I'm the only one that shoots him and gets away with it, asshole!"

"So, were you just out here reminiscing, or were you running from Preston and his preserves?"

"This could have been a holotape."

"I wanna hear the alien story!"

"Life is full of heartbreak and sadness, but it can be full of joy and happiness if you can find a way to make time for simple joys."

[bigmammallama5]

any chance we will see more chapters of the threesome fic? I loved the bipan lena rep and feel seen

Part two/final part is written, I just haven’t had the time or brain space to edit it yet. ❤️ Working through lots of art right now (clay, illustration, supercorp big bang) but Im hoping to get to it soon as well as another salem witch trial au wip (that is maybe 80% done now). Big fic wips (including vampire which has taken drastic changes, and stardew valley which needs some tightening of the plot) are still simmering while I work through current stuff! Thank you for enjoying it, I’m glad I have someone else to share that feeling of being seen. ❤️

[yuesya]

We have Ryougi Shiki in several other AUs, but do you have any plans for Tohno Shiki?

To clarify, Gojo Shiki from zenith of stars is an OC. One that loosely draws inspiration from Ryougi Shiki, but for all intents and purposes she is an original character.

The name 'Shiki' was chosen for her as a nod to both Nasu characters who possess MEoDP -Ryougi Shiki and Tohno Shiki. In retrospect, this may not have been a wise decision as it seems to have caused quite a lot of confusion for many readers to date despite the story tags. My apologies.

I have not written any stories or snippets featuring Ryougi Shiki, nor do I currently have any plans to do so. The same applies for Tohno Shiki.

[thiriumhound]

heya!! for the fandom asks: 7 + 16!

dang you were quick! (yeah i saw u send this in like RIGHT after i rbd the post but uhhh yeah i took a min ^^;; sry 4 the wait!) aaaanyway ok!

7 (your favorite tropes to read/write/draw) - ohhhh boy it's gotta be like. angst. angst galore. whump. hurt/comfort. if there's no pain there's no spice. i don't typically like interpersonal drama too much tho (as much as i praise it out loud sfkld) bc it gets to me xD i like when a character is hurt, hides it, then gets support in the end (or it's too late...) anyway yeah no pain no gain 🤘 i swear i have other tastes i just forgot rn ngl SDLKFJS

16 (a tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate) - uhhh off the top of my head the fact that connor loses his tie for no reason after cyberlife tower! to me that implies he doesn't actually like it/it's connected to his life in cyberlife for him. it also could've just come off in whatever conflict got blue blood on his jacket tho (yeah it's there if u look w freecam). also not a tiny detail but if everyone could notice connor's usage of words like "gonna" it would be epic- WAIT NO I HAVE A BETTER ONE. EVERYONE ACKNOWLEDGE CONNOR'S EYEBROWS RIGHT NOW THEY'RE SO IMPORTANT HE EXPRESSES SO MUCH W THEM IM CRAZY IM INSANE im so sorry every other character in the game i have a connor addiction. uhhh also markus actually basically never smiles after leaving carl iirc why don't we pay attention to that too <3 i don't have any kara fun facts except salty ones so oop... ah is it okay i gave u 50 fun facts instead of one l o l man i feel like i didn't choose good ones either 😭 might come back and scream some more if i remember smth good. tho tbh uhhh actually i can think of 50 more but theyre all just "look at this microexpression connor made in scene 235" and that's. a bit pathetic LOL

anyway the ask game if anyone else wants to send me more <333333333 https://thiriumhound.tumblr.com/post/747618958223540224

[rustingcat]

Made this lovely commission for @fazedlight and their amazing little ficlet that you all should read!

[flowerakatsuka]

thinking about yakuza wolf!kurokara and how i set them up as tragic former lovers, but also their " meetcute " in the au is kuroba decking karamatsu square in the face.

[stranger-who-writes-fiction]

I watched all of Mando last summer finally and thought it was great, so I would love to see more of the Mandalorian J'onn AU

Aw, nice! I actually fell behind on it--I think I saw up through season two? Can't really recall. And speaking of not being able to recall, I really could not remember if I'd posted any full chapters but apparently I did post chapter one! XD Aside from that I think I've only ever shared a preview from the second chapter, but I think I have up through three completely written. Here's a bit I liked from chapter three:

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“...Is it heavy?”

“Not anymore.”

“...Does it get hot?”

“Sometimes.”

“But you have to keep it on.”

“Always.”

“How do you wash it?”

“I don't.”

“Ewwww,” Kara laughs, grinning. “Your armor probably stinks!”

J'onn finds himself smiling, even as he defends himself. “I've never noticed any smell,” he says, minding the controls of the Razor Crest.

Kara hums thoughtfully behind him, in her seat. “You're just used to it, maybe” she reasons.

“Maybe,” J'onn humors her. “I suppose we'll never know for sure.”

Kara hums again, this time in agreement.

There's a lengthy pause in the conversation after that. So long in fact, that J'onn assumes Kara's gone back to stargazing. But then, quietly, almost more to herself than to J'onn, she says, “I don't think I'd like it. Wearing a helmet all the time.”

He hears fabric rustle behind him; when he glances over his shoulder, he sees that Kara's drawn her knees up to her chest, head resting against the transparasteel canopy, looking out at the stars.

He's seized with a sudden urge to reassure her that it's not so bad, but she lifts her head and asks him, “do you really have to wear it all the time? Forever?”

“I can take my armor off,” J'onn replies, “I just can't do it in front of anyone. Not if I want to put it back on.”

Kara sits forward suddenly.

“How come?” She asks. Oddly enough, she sounds almost...distressed. But J'onn can't imagine why his answer would be upsetting.

“It's not The Way,” he says reflexively. Then, remembering he's speaking to a child, “no one is allowed to see us, without our armor on.” That's not entirely true, but it's an answer that will suffice, for now.

“But what if...” he looks over his shoulder again, and Kara has his cloak twisted in her grip. “What if someone did see? By accident.”

“Accidents rarely happen,” J'onn says, “because we're very careful.”

“What if...someone saw by accident with your helmet still on?” Kara asks.

J'onn is, quite frankly, baffled by the question.

“I don't underst—”

It's at that precise moment that an indicator light flashes on the control panel.

--

As with a lot of my half-finished multichapter stuff, WHO CAN SAY when I'll return to it, if ever. XD Maybe I'll just post what I have? Regardless, thanks for the ask! :)

[flowerxguts]

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There were always screams that came from that room.

It was only every so often. Maybe once or twice every few months she would scream, curse god, and wreck the room to the best of her ability. Maybe it was all a ruse for some sedatives or maybe she really had just lost herself a moment in the madness of these walls.

The actions weren’t unheard of within the facility. In fact, it was a normal day to day occurrence. Patients had their inevitable meltdowns and the mess would be fixed, legalized sedation a godsent for nurses.

In the past, her screams were always simply frustration. Anger at the world, at her situation. She was one of the many patients left alone to rot in her room, no family or friends to visit, remind her she was human, and it got to her head at times. The screams used to only be a cry for attention.

The screaming was different now.

It was wretched, painful. She screamed until her throat was scratched red, coated in a raw layer of blood. The girl threatened to rip a vocal cord with the volume of her distain. The screaming would last hours every day. She never found peace; her shrieks would only subside with sobs or drained silence.

The anguished, blood-curling cries were intermittent for weeks.

She must’ve lost something more than her mind.

And she stayed in that room for those weeks, grief taking over her damned body. She never left.

Surprisingly she was not alone. Her roommate, the sweet girl with black hair, continued to live with her. She declined the nurses offer to remove her roommate, told them it would subside soon enough. It may’ve been out of pity. No one could understand why she wanted her to stay.

So for those weeks, the calm one simply laid in bed, acting oblivious to her destructive roommate slamming at the walls around her.

Others observed as she took care of her in ways the nurses refused, brought her food, let her lose her mind without intervention.

The girl was always a kind thing, small and a sweetheart; nurses often questioned why she was there in the first place. It remained a mystery how she tolerated her roommate: a vindictive girl with blind rage towards the world.

It took three weeks for the screaming to stop.

[luthordamnvers]

Morning

It's early in the morning, and Kara feels like half the day has already gone by; she's been flying high long before the sun even got high enough to cast its glow across National City. But she still somehow felt completely alive.

She stops, just floating in the air. Just basking in the light. She closes her eyes and takes a breath.

She can almost hear Lena's voice, teasing her; "Oh, to be an alien superpowered by the sun," she would say. Kara smiles at the thought, her eyes still closed.

Without her express permission, her superhearing just hones in that familiar heartbeat. Strong and steady, along with the clacking of heels on the floor of the Lena Luthor Foundation.

Kara opens her eyes and flies off, eastbound, fast but not fast enough to break the sound barrier.

Five minutes later, she lands on Lena's balcony, gently and silently, with a tray of coffee in hand. She knocks softly on the window.

"Supergirl, what can I do for you?" Lena's voice is gentle, curious, and slightly worried.

"I brought cappuccinos. From Pavé," Kara says, offering the tray.

"Milan?" Lena furrows her brows, confused.

Kara nods. "I came not as Supergirl, but as Kara. Just Kara," she smiles to her best friend. "And I have a request."

"Anything," Lena's answer is immediate, just as always. Willing to do whatever it takes for the greater good.

Kara smiles. "Go on a date with me."