#quarantine prompts

[fizzytoo]

i almost gave up on the "six townie makeovers" but zombie apocalypse survivor akira kibo saved me 🤞🏽

[essektheylyss]

I have seen the newest fhjy Aelwyn Abernant gifset multiple times in the last week and I had planned to watch it eventually but like...... is that really what's gonna get me into this series. Is that really what it takes. What the fuck level of targeted advertising is THIS.

[generic-whumperz]

Feverish, delirious, very sick and contagious Whumpee reaching out for Caretaker- Caretaker wanting nothing more than to comfort Whumpee, but they are in a hazmat suit and Whumpee is in a quarantine tent.

[daboyau]

Hey, for the writing challenge, I'd be interested in seeing 38 for whichever of your AUs you prefer, if you're not overwhelmed!

Also, your latest chapter for the Hunger Games AU is so good! Donnie helping Digi and Gizmo is a little heartbreaking. He wants to be cold so bad, but no. And the descriptions were so excellent. I want to see all the designs! Especially the farmer and the corn haha. That cracked me up a bit:D Thanks for writing, I love to read it!

Sorry this took so long!! For some reason “hole” was just not wanting to cooperate with me! I had a handful of fleeting ideas (Zombie au, raph’s death in the bad timeline, shell rot, after the foot cass joins a cult that worships The Pit instead, etc) but ended up going with something for my Leave AU. I feel like I should have written you something RHG related since you gave me such a kind compliment about the last chapter. 😭 alas, my brain didn’t want to cooperate there. I hope you like this regardless!! @eb177

@boots-with-the-fur-club

It’s the fifth time they’ve run through this drill, but for some reason, Three just can’t seem to wrap his head around it. There’s something in the footwork, and the transition from one flowing movement to the next that he just keeps missing. His brothers are eyeing him nervously now. Their movements slow just a little, trying to give him time to catch up, or the opportunity to see how their steady movements differ from his own clumsy ones and fix his mistakes. 

Draxum has noticed. He’s watching them, eyes narrowed, lip curling with disdain. Three knows he should be better, just like he knows that his blundering and his brothers’ trying to cover for him will mean they get punished, too. He can’t let that happen, so he needs a way to draw all the attention (and all the ire) towards himself. Draxum draws closer, fury in his expression, a look that promises punishment for their unsatisfactory performance. Three’s heart is pounding hard against his plastron, and it’s easy to see that their creator is out for blood. 

When Draxum tells them to do it again, Three waits for him to circle closer. Then, he lets his ankle twist. He lets himself fall. 

One gasps and Four covers his mouth in a futile attempt to muffle his whimper. Two freezes, expression empty but eyes gone glassy and distant. Three barely has time to hit the ground before Draxum’s hand has circled his arm with bruising force, claws digging into muscle as he hauls him to his feet and drags him from the room. His brothers try to follow, but Three frantically shakes his head at them, eyes pleading. They fall back, watching him until the door slams shut between them.

He knows where they’re going. The fear is already rising like bile in his throat, choking him. It’s hard to breathe, and Draxum is so much bigger and he’s dragging him along now because Three is too short to keep up on his own, and the mark his grip leaves on his arm is going to take forever to heal, and he knows that this is going to hurt, and all he can think is at least it’s just me. 

The lab is usually forbidden. The only time Three is taken inside it is when he’s done something wrong. Something bad. Something that will require their creator to pick him apart to discover exactly what it is that has malfunctioned inside of him this time. Three doesn’t like the lab. 

There is a pit, tucked away in the corner. Maybe it used to be used for something good. Like a well, or a place to burn trash. Now it is used to hold them until Draxum has the time he requires to run his tests. To poke and prod and rip and cut and get answers to his many questions and grievances. 

Last time, he’d spent four days down there before Draxum had deemed it convenient to begin. Three trembles despite his best efforts to hide the fear that rises within him. The waiting is almost as bad as the tests. He wishes that Draxum would just get it over with, but he knows he’ll never get that lucky. After all, he’s the one who always puts himself into this position. He should just feel grateful that none of his brothers will be down there with him.

He hovers at the edge of the hole, his position held in the balance only by his creator’s hand on his arm. He wonders how long it will be this time. Draxum’s angry gaze tells him that he won’t like the answer. 

Draxum lets go of his arm. For one terrible, stomach churning second, Three remains where he is. Heels overhanging the emptiness, balanced only on his toes, swaying slightly as he stares up at his creator’s face. Draxum sneers. He presses one finger into the center of Three’s plastron. 

He tips backwards, into the darkness.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Kara and Andrea talking about Lena? Perhaps Andrea telling Kara (or SG) how is to love someone like Lena

The offer of a drink comes as a surprise to Kara. But it’s 10pm and Andrea’s already a little glassy-eyed and there’s no one else in the building, so Kara takes the offer up. Perhaps it would ease some of the recent tension between them, she reasons. But the drink doesn’t immediately come with conversation. Rather, KAra sits stiffly with the glass of expensive scotch between her hands as Andrea simply studies her. It’s quiet and uncomfortable, and after about ten minutes Kara is ready to cut her losses and go. Just before she rises to her feet, Andrea leans back in her seat and takes a long swig.

“It’s hard, loving Lena Luthor.”

What Kara had expected to hear, that certainly isn’t it. She stares, mouth slightly agape, unsure of how to respond.

“No one wants to say it,” Andrea continues, “especially those rare few who even get the chance to love her, but it’s true.”

Kara awkwardly clears her throat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

(And part of her doesn’t– the part of her that feels like loving Lena is the easiest thing in the world.)

Andrea snorts. “Sure you don’t,” she drawls. Then she scoffs. “Well, you will. The woman doesn’t trust, you see. Well– she does, but she doesn’t know how. She just does– until the moment you hurt her. And once you do that…”

Kara’s stomach sinks. Andrea may not know it, certainly not in her current state, but she’s closer to the truth than KAra would like her to be.

“Twelve years. Twelve years she was my best friend, and all–” Andrea hiccups. “All it took was one mistake for her to shut me out completely. One damn, stupid mistake.”

Kara takes a long drink, then sets her glass on the low table between them. She rises to her feet, gathering her papers to her chest. The conversation has taken a sharp turn that itches under Kara’s skin, echoes a reality far too real. But before she leaves, she gives her boss a long look.

“Your mistake,” she says quietly, “whatever it was… would you do it again? Knowing what you know now?”

Andrea blinks up at her. The rest of her body remains slack against the cushions, her shoes long kicked off for the sake of comfort. She looks rumpled, and oh so sad.

“Yes.” Despite her apparent bleariness, the answer comes strong and sure. “I would. But what I did was never the problem.”

At that, Kara’s brow furrows. Even after years in her chosen profession, there’s still much she doesn’t understand about human language. She feels she’s missing something, and waits, hoping Andrea will fill in the blanks for her. She does.

“The problem was the lie I told to cover it up.”

Kara's heart sinks heavily. A lump rises in her throat, nearly strangling the 'good night miss rojas' she manages to issue before making her escape. She seeks solace in the skies that night, but no amount of stars and clouds can chase away the feeling the despite her lingering, desperate hope for a chance at reconciliation...

She never had a chance at all.

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[incorrectquotesideas-deactivated]

Person A: How are you doing B? You okay?

Person B: I'm living a dream.

Person A: That's good!

Person B: Except it's not my dream, it's a dream that Stephen King once had.

[kingofthering]

Tom x Fabio, 16

For the prompt game? :)

16. lazily

Fabio wakes up confused and a little too warm. It takes him a hot second to remember where he is as he tries to blink sleep away, his eyes hurting when they catch on the too bright TV.

“Hey, someone’s back with us?” A voice says from above and Fabio stirs until he can recognize Tom in front of him, the light from the TV casting his face in hues of blues and greens and blues again.

When his brain seems to be a little more online, Fabio finally notices the cause of his sweatiness, putting the fleece blanket to the side with a frown on his face.

“Sorry,” Tom chuckles. “Your mom insisted on putting it around you when she got up to go to bed. Obviously I couldn’t deny her and then I forgot about it.”

“How long have I been asleep?” Fabio asks, his voice still a little bit rough. He loosely remembers fighting to keep his eyes open but he doesn’t think he lasted long into the movie, could barely tell you what it was about.

“I’d say roughly under two hours? Your brother left after the movie ended and your parents both went to bed. That was maybe 20 minutes ago. I didn’t want to wake you up and there was no way I was about to carry you upstairs on my own, so.”

Right. Because they had family dinner earlier tonight and then they all sat down in the living room for a movie Fabio couldn’t even remember because he fell asleep on Tom at the first occasion.

Even if he’s known Tom for 8 years and he’s been embraced and adopted by his family since the very beginning, the concept of Tom being comfortable enough to hang out with his parents and his brother “on his own” still makes Fabio feel content and stupidly happy. It probably translates onto his face as he feels his mouth stirs into a smile.

“How come you’re not dying from the heat right now?”

Fabio is still very much plastered against Tom right now, knee against his thigh and his torso half on Tom’s chest, elbow digging close to his sternum. It must have only been worse when Fabio was still sleeping.

“You’ve been using me as your human teddy bear for years now, you don’t think I’m used to it by now?” Tom answers and Fabio can’t help but blush a little, hiding his face against Tom’s chest for a quick second. Tom pulls him back up with his thumb under Fabio’s chin. “Hey, you know I love it. Please never stop.”

Tom laughs but the smile that follows is soft and Fabio feels warm -not so much on the outside rather than on the inside, now- and they’re so close, Fabio just have to lift his head a couple of centimeters to be able to kiss Tom’s smile.

It starts simple, mouths closed, just the press of their lips together. Fabio uses his tongue to prompt Tom’s mouth to open and it does, allowing him in.

Tom’s hand moves from his chin to the back of his neck, simply holding him there. Everything is slow and languid, Fabio’s brain still a little fuzzy from sleep.

Fabio doesn’t even know what Tom was watching on TV while he was letting him sleep, the sound low and distant.

Tom scratches the hair at his nape and Fabio hears himself moan. He pushes up to get more leverage in the kiss, moving his knee until he’s straddling one of Tom’s thighs.

Tom’s hands move to his hips, stilling him. “Easy,” he whispers against Fabio’s mouth, their foreheads practically touching. “We’re still at your parents’ place.”

Fabio groans first and chuckles second, a certain memory coming back to mind. His parents interrupted them making out once (they were only kissing with their clothes still on even if Tom’s hands had been on their way to take Fabio’s shirt off) and even though that was years ago now, Fabio fully knows that Tom is still embarrassed about it and will blush at the mere mention of it.

“Right,” Fabio says, kissing the corner of Tom’s mouth and then pressing a line of kisses up Tom’s jaw, all the way to his ear. “I know you prefer to have me under you anyway.”

Fabio earns a pinch to the waist for his troubles but then Tom says “You’re such a menace” and he’s getting up and offering Fabio a hand so they can get to his room, so, it’s a win in Fabio’s books.

[danny-and-hisshadow]

the ghost investigation ward suddenly closes amity park to the outside world and locks all it's residents inside after rounding those who worked outside of amity parks borders. Somehow they had tall walls and powerful glowing electrical fences placed directly on the edges of amity that had been sucked into the ghost zone in a very short amount of time.

Then,with very little warning , the power to the town was shut off. Danny was in class when this happened, before he could try to transform the giw used loud speakers to order the people of amity park to line up at the nearest giw tents set up so that everyone could be given a person tracker, refusals to comply would just mean no food or water until their demands were met.

As people began trying to use their phone many found that there were no signals, without power no computers worked, no water worked, refrigerators at home or in stores didn't work ,no air conditioning worked, and even amity park's hospital was not exempt.

Danny didn't try transforming , helicopters with giw agents were flying over the streets, individual giw agents with expensive looking jet packs were on roofs looking down at the people in the streets, Danny had even seen one agent appear out of nowhere so apparently they had some way of using invisibility, from the window of the class room he saw a agent in a power armor suit that seemed to mimic the one he had worn to fight pirah dark. The more he watched to more scared he got.

Later Danny was in a crowd with jazz in as they and many other people waited to get their trackers implanted. It had taken a week before people gave in,many already tired, thirty,and hungry. The crowd was beginning to be directed by agents to individual lines leading to tents, which were guarded by agents in super suits, men in one line, women in another,and children in the last.

in the children's line ,Danny watched as teens, preteens and younger were scanned by a scanner,photo graphed, and then given a bottle of water and some cheap dehydrated food before it was the next kid's turn. As much as he wanted to run and disappear he knew if he did the giws would withhold food and water again, so grimly he just stayed in line, occasionally walking forward as his turn seemed to rapidly approach. He tried not to think about what might happen to him when his turn came, he just felt numb with fear.

His parents had been the last holding out, resisting the giw,they likely could have gone longer but people are stupid and an angry mob almost formed ,many scared and angry people were just about ready to attack his parents,some people were blaming them for what was happening to amity park.

Privately Danny felt those people were right,that it was his parents fault,and he also felt like it was his fault for going in on a dare like a dumb.

If they had never been obsessed with ghosts this never would have happened, Danny thought as he stepped in front of a hanging height chart. A agent in a generic white suit stepped from behind a flimsy looking folding table with a scanner. Danny hoped the plasmis maximus device vlad had gifted to Danny a few days ago worked or Danny might be taken. He had used it on himself earlier and was currently unable to use his power,not that he wanted to use them at the moment,he was terrified the scanner would reveal him as a ghost and they would take him away. He shivered in fear, holding his breath as the scanner was waved over his body from head to toes and back a few times. It made brief concerning shrill little beeps around his head, torso and hands, but the agent just wrote something on a cheep clip board, snapped a picture of Danny, used a earring piercing device on his ear, which has him thinking of cows and the tags on their ears, making him think perhaps the giws thought of amity park residents as cattle, as property. The agent shoved a bottle of water in his hand and a small package of dehydrated food at him and called for the next person as Danny numbly walked towards his friends,who also had ear tags.

Many young children were crying and clutching their new unwanted accessories, Danny observed, their parents looking pale and nervous, unable to do more than hug their children.

It was hours later when the last man, woman and child was tagged that the giws announced that the power would be returned in the morning,that a mandatory cerfew was being inacted and people out and about would be monitored. That the giw wasn't the bad guy,they were doing this to protect the world.

Danny just hoped their was a escape from this nightmare,he may not be caught at the moment but the dread of being caught eventually was eating at him.

[tennessoui]

Idk whether you’re still taking these but there was only one desk au (my dearly missed beloved!!) and the prompt: “you think you’re funny?”

hey hello!! by all rights i should not be accepting these still but alas. there was only one desk au ALSO my beloved + someone sent in an ask about obikin working from home and for some reason it made me think of there was only one desk au!

(930 words)(cw: COVID quarantine??? is that a cw?? no idea)

“I must have done something incredibly and unforgivably terrible in another life,” Obi-Wan concludes, staring at the phone in his hands.

“Hm,” Anakin says and flops back onto the unmade bed. “No disagreements from me. What’s this about?”

“Like. Killing children levels of terrible,” Obi-Wan says, mostly to himself. “Betrayal and deception and genocide.”

This makes Anakin sit up on his elbows to look at him, eyes narrowed in consideration. “Yeah,” he nods. “I can see it.”

Obi-Wan snaps his head around to glare at him. “You think you’re funny?” 

His coworker, spawn of Satan probably, waves a hand through the air. “Usually other people think I’m funny for me, but I guess this is a tough crowd.”

Something like relish makes Obi-Wan stand and walk two steps away from the bed before turning around to gesture at Anakin with his phone. “That was the local testing agency from Nevada,” he tells him.

Anakin looks unconcerned, hair falling messily and insolently over his forehead. “Are you the father then? Do you want me to call you Daddy? Cause I can tell you right now, that’s not going to happen—”

“The person I sat next to on the flight home has tested positive,” he tells Anakin. “I’ll have to quarantine for at least a week, probably two before I can return to work.”

Anakin’s eyebrows furrow. “If you want me to water your damn plants, there’s no way I’m going to do that.”

“Of course I don’t want you to water my damn plants,” Obi-Wan snaps back, pinching at the bridge of his nose. “You’ll have to quarantine as well. With me.”

That finally provokes the reaction that Obi-Wan has been waiting for. Anakin sits up in bed completely and then gets off of it, crossing his arms over his bare chest. It’s a nice look on him, indignant and flushed and partially nude.

“No way, I’ve not been exposed.”

Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow and gestures around the apartment. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but we’ve just spent the last several hours being exposed to each other in a variety of positions and rooms of my apartment. And no, fucking me in the shower does not negate the amount of transmission that could have occurred between us.”

Anakin’s hands knot in his curls before he turns accusing eyes onto Obi-Wan. “This is your fault! Why would you let me in at all if you thought you could be exposed?”

“I didn’t know!” Obi-Wan snaps back. “I was planning to test today to be safe, but someone barged in barely an hour after I got back last night!”

Anakin flushes even more, and Obi-Wan’s mouth goes dry at the sight. If only the man who caused him nothing but headaches at work was just a little less attractive. A little less smart. A little worse at his job.

“You were gone for a month,” Anakin mutters, crossing his arms again. “No one even told me where you went. You know I checked, like, twelve times if you were in to see what I did to your desk? But you were never there!”

“Sheev wants me to transfer,” Obi-Wan replies, rubbing a hand over his mouth. “He’s sending me out longer and longer until I will. And—what did you do to my desk.”

“Nothing,” Anakin says, much too quickly. Obi-Wan narrows his eyes. But. Well. He has a week to work the answer out of him apparently. “What do you mean Sheev wants you to transfer?”

“Or he wants to fire me, it’s unclear,” Obi-Wan shrugs. “Either way—” “He can’t fire you! You’re the best contract lawyer we have!” Anakin sounds offended on his part, which makes Obi-Wan’s lips twitch up into a smile.

“Either waay, it’s not the issue right now,” Obi-Wan tells him. “The issue is that we’ve both been exposed, and we need to quarantine.”

Anakin’s nose twitches up in distaste. “Quarantine,” he spits. “Together.”

“For at least a week,” Obi-Wan argees. “I’ll call Vos, he can pick up our work laptops and some clothes for you. Tests and groceries as well.”

“Does it have to be Vos?” Anakin sounds absolutely despondent, and Obi-Wan hesitates. “Won’t he realize that—that I spent the night here?”

“Are you genuinely uncomfortable with Quinlan knowing that this—happened between us? As a one-off?” Obi-Wan fights the urge to bring his hand to his neck, where his coworker has left a very dark looking bruise. A one-off. A simple one-off.

He doesn’t point out that Quinlan had caught them up against an alleywall, Anakin with a leg around Obi-Wan’s hips as he sucked on his tongue, that night they first met. He figures Anakin probably remembers that too.

Anakin fidgets and then deflates. “No,” he mutters, rubbing at an equally red mark on his own neck in the shape of Obi-Wan’s teeth. “He’s just gonna laugh about it.”

Obi-Wan says nothing. Knowing Quin, he probably will laugh about it for ages.

“Chin up,” Obi-Wan tells the poor man. “He may laugh at you, but he definitely won’t water any of my plants. They’ll be practically dried up by the time I get back to the office.”

The thought brings a smile to Anakin’s face, a buoyancy to his expression. “Hey, that’s right.” 

“You’re sadistic,” Obi-Wan says when he sees it. “Out of the two of us, you were probably the child murderer.”

“Call me all the names you want, baby,” Anakin chirps and makes his way through Obi-Wan’s bedroom and into the hall like he owns the place. “It won’t save your goddamn plants!”

[chucklepea-hotpot]

ok hört zu: wegen der steigenden heizkosten, beschließt thiel jetzt einfach vorübergehend zu boerne mit in seine wohnung zu ziehen.

[melien]

I saw the 2020 vs 2023 thingy on twitter lol

picrew

[wolviecat]

What am I willing to sacrifice - Wolviecat - The Mandalorian (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Din sacrificed his whole way of life to save Grogu. And now he is locked in some flat, Grogu is with a stranger (a Jedi), and his only contact with the outside word is Bo-Katan Kryze.

Modern day!AU where Din used to be in a cult, because I really wanted to read one and find out there are none (if there are some, please let me know)

For @badthingshappenbingo, prompt "Quarantine".

[chandajaan]

Anyone want me to make them a cute lil playlist?

[robertdowneyjjr]

tag game

thx @meidui 💖

tag ten five people you want to know better: @mkes @docdracula @arabellamonkey @imperialstark @downeylove (i know u v well already but ily)

relationship status: currently single!

favorite food: hmm i don’t particularly have a favorite food but my favorite cuisine is japanese

song stuck in my head: you know what for once there isn’t anything stuck in my head

the last thing i googled: 350f to c. i was making spinach artichoke dip 😌

time: 11:54pm

dream trip: changes all the time and especially now since i haven’t traveled in 2+ years bc of covid, i feel like i want to go everywhere. but i guess off the top of my head i wanna go all around italy for like two months and just eat and eat and eat.

something i want: for my midterms to write themselves

[sleepy-bi666]

Hurtcember day 16

”I’m sorry I can’t be there,” Asher says over the phone sadly.

Michael coughs before replying. “I don’t want to get you sick anyway… You have an awful immune system,” Michael murmurs.

“Yeah…have you taken any medicine?” Asher asks.

“Mhm. I took some DayQuil.” Michael replies.

“Oh, okay, good.” Asher says softly.

Michael hums in reply and coughs a few times.

“That cough sounds awful, Mike.” Says Asher worriedly. “Have you made a doctor’s appointment?”

“They can’t get me in until tomorrow.” Michael says tiredly.

“oh, I see…Well, I’ve got to go now. Try to get some rest,” Asher says softly.

Michael sighs as Asher hangs up, and tries to get comfortable on the couch.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Kelly talks with Kara about Lena, and how grow up with an alcoholic father, a narcissistic mother and a psychopath brother might have affected her

It’s not exactly uncommon for Kelly to find Kara deep in thought these days. Ever since Lena has withdrawn following the reveal of Kara’s secret as Supergirl, the hero has grown more pensive– far from her usual bubbly self. Kelly has largely let her process her change in circumstance alone– she’s loathe to cross the line between friend and therapist– but when she sees Kara’s features darker than ever and eyes brimming with tears, Kelly know it’s time to step in.

“Hey,” she greets softly. Carefully, she approaches and takes the seat next to Kara. “You okay?”

Kara sniffles, but tries to cover it with a derisive scoff. “Peachy.”

“You tried reaching out to Lena again?” Kelly knows the answer, but waits for Kara to confirm, which she does with a heavy nod.

“That obvious, huh.”

“It’s natural to feel badly in your situation. It’s hard to make amends when a person won’t speak with you.”

“She wouldn’t even look at me.”

Kelly takes a moment to gather her thoughts.

“I’m going to tell you something James shared with me, back when he and Lena were dating. He pieced together some discoveries that he didn’t know what to do with, so he came to me.”

Kara stares at her in apprehension. “Okay.”

“From certain things Lena shared with him, James came to the conclusion that Lena’s dad may have been an alcoholic. A mean one. That, coupled with Lex, and well– you’ve met her mother.”

Kara nods wordlessly, her eyes wide.

“I’m telling you this not so you can pity Lena, or feel differently at all about her, but because in my experience many abusive situations tend to follow a similar pattern of harm and reconciliation. It’s a cycle– the abuser does harm, and then immediately tries to smooth things over. It could be gifts, excuses, affirmations of love, anything. Then it starts all over again.”

It’s clear that Kara is absorbing every word, processing what Kelly’s telling her with careful thought. “What does that mean for Lena?” she finally asks.

Kelly sighs. “Well, Lena’s smart. She knows the cycle, and it seems she’s found a way to nip it in the bud– by not giving anyone the chance to apologize in the first place.”

With a quaking breath, Kara looks at Kelly with helplessness in her eyes. “Then what do I do?”

Kelly places a comforting hand overtop Kara’s. “As your friend and hers, all I can say is to give her time to heal. By respecting her boundaries, you can show her that what you’re feeling isn’t just reactive guilt. That you’re serious about making things right, for both your sakes– not just your own.”

Kara’s chin wobbles. “But what if time isn’t enough?”

“Then that’s Lena’s choice to make.” Kelly offers a thin smile of sympathy. She knows the thought of losing Lena scares Kara to death, and that it would devastate her if it ever came to pass, but it wouldn’t do anyone any good to pretend it wasn’t a possibility. “And if she does make that choice, all you can do is continue to respect her boundaries.”

The breath squeezes out of Kara’s chest, but she nods, dislodging even more tears. “Okay.”

“Either way,” Kelly offers, “you’re going to survive this. You both will. It’ll be different, but you’ll through, be it together or apart.”

When she wraps an arm around Kara’s shoulders, Kara leans against her, accepting the support being offered. Exhausted, Kara sighs.

“Thank you, for looking out for her.”

“Of course.” She knows that of the two of them, Lena is the one more likely to feel alone, both by preference and circumstance. Kara has Alex, and the superfriends (whom she pre-emptively claimed as her own when she told them her secret and not Lena), while Lena had, well– no one. Or so she likely believes.

“I’m going to invite her to lunch tomorrow,” Kelly decides right then and there, vowing to not take no for an answer. “I’ll keep Lena’s confidence if she chooses to speak with me, because I think she could use an impartial friend right now, but… I’ll let you know how it goes.”

Kara nods her gratitude. After a few minutes of sitting with the silence, Kara finally gives voice to what they’ve all been thinking.

“This sucks.”

Kelly squeezes Kara’s hand. “I know.”

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