#she kinda trails off seeing kara smiling at her and kara says

[blackbirdblackbird]

Maybe it’s time for Kara to try this gauntlet instead of Supergirl.

[whythinktoomuch]

ii. slayer au

(pt. i)

It doesn’t surprise Lena to see Kara leaving the room immediately.

She doesn’t even say a single word. Just gets up, with all the light in her normally brighter blues snuffed out, and slips out into the backyard, screen door banging shut behind her.

Lena drags her eyes back to the present and catches Alex positively glaring at her. “Danvers,” she greets, giving her the ol’ smile and nod.

“You shouldn’t have come,” Alex says.

Lena just shrugs, allowing the leisurely movement transition to a rather lazy stretch and a half-yawn. “Yeah, but you kinda need me.”

Alex scoffs, then she’s gone too, stomping right after her sister.

“… I’m sorry, did I miss something here?” Nia snaps her head over to Lena, hands thrown up. “What the hell’s going on with you and Kara?”

“It’s fine,” Lena says with a sigh. “She’ll get over it soon enough. Always does.”

Lena leaves Nia behind to deal with the Danvers sisters—the younger slayer seems better equipped for it anyway—in search of Alex’s rather extensive collection of assorted spirits. But when she gets to the den, there’s someone already there, practically lurking in the dark, sipping whiskey out of a novelty mug.

Right away, the tiny hairs on the back of Lena’s neck stand up, all her muscles tensing up as one in response. She drops a hand to her hip, fingers brushing against the sturdy cherry wood of her most trusty stake.

“Relax, slayer,” drawls the stranger from the corner. “I’m one of you.”

“Oh? So, you wouldn’t mind continuing this conversation in this little patch of sunlight here then?”

“Cheeky,” the vampire says, but she leaves her dark corner all the same.

She doesn’t quite step into the sunlight, of course, but Lena can finally make out some of the vampire’s facial features, zeroing in on the brow scar in particular. It was strangely familiar.

“Nia, right?” The vampire gives an amused frown, barreling on before Lena could correct her, “You look a lot older than I thought you would. I know you were only recently called, and Kara says that there’s no real starting age when it comes to slayer duty. But still. The last couple of years haven’t been too kind to you. Clearly.”

“I’m not Nia,” Lena says flatly. “I’m the other one.”

“Oh. Even better.” The vampire flashes a grin that’s a lot more teeth than grin, but it’s enough for Lena to finally place her.

Lena bypasses the outstretched invitation for a handshake, in favor of going straight for the bourbon. A quick glance around the room is enough to confirm the extreme lack of clean glasses in the vicinity, so she takes a swig straight from the bottle. “You’re Acrata. I’ve read about you.”

“It’s Andrea Rojas now,” the vampire says, the Rs rolling off her tongue fluttery yet precise, and Lena hates her already. After a few centuries as an immortal vampire, give or take, keeping the accent has to be a deliberate choice, and it probably works for Andrea exactly the way she means it to, and Lena hates her for it. “I’m reformed.”

“Uh huh.”

“I am.”

“Okay, sure.” Lena takes another swig from the bottle, wipes at her mouth with her sleeve. Shrugs. “I just never really expected Kara to relax her stance on vamps is all. Must have finally removed that ever-present stick up her ass, huh?”

Andrea chuckles, and Lena already knows she’s going to hate whatever’s coming next. “Actually. Believe it or not, Kara can be quite—ah—amenable when she’s got something up her—”

“All right, Lena, I think I’m ready to…” Kara bursts into the den, trailing off with a slightly dropped jaw when she realizes that they’re not alone. Her eyes dart back and forth, bouncing between Lena and Andrea a few times before she quietly mutters to herself, “Oh no… Don’t like this. Hm.”

And with Kara slowly backing out of the den and Andrea watching everything unfold with a self-satisfied smirk, Lena turns away to gulp down an extra large helping of cheap bourbon. She has a much easier time stifling the resulting coughs than the newly burgeoning jealousy in the pit of her stomach.

[deadbiwrites]

Hi there!....I couldn't pass this up for sure, my pick would be number 8, “I don’t know how you get yourself into these situations.” but really I'd love to see you do any of these :)

(holy crap how long has this ask been here I'm so sorry)

For @vox-ex, a probably VERY delayed response!

“I really don’t understand how you get yourself into these situations,’’ Lena mutters around the knife clasped in her teeth as she uses both hands to tug at the waterlogged netting. Satisfied that it’s far enough away from Kara’s skin, she begins hacking at it.

“What was I supposed to do, just let them fish there?” Kara asks, standing semi-meekly in a puddle of seawater on Lena's italian marble floor.

Lena grunts as she manages to saw through one of the ropes. “No, just… how?"

Kara flushes crimson. “I was dropping off a friend.”

“A friend,” Lena repeats flatly. “In the middle of the Pacific?”

“Yes.”

“Did this friend have gills, perchance?”

“... maybe.”

“Kara,” Lena laughs, shaking her head. “We’ve talked about this.”

“I know, but I just… she needed help. And the DEO-”

“-isn’t what you thought,” Lena murmurs, eyes sympathetic. “I know.”

“Anyways, I was like, so close, too- I’d already gotten her where she needed to be, and I was on my way back-, then I heard a dolphin, and it was clearly hurting, so I went down, and he was tangled in a bunch of netting- illegal netting! And it wasn’t just him, a few other dolphins were too.”

Lena’s eyes flash. “Did you see the boats? What company they worked for?”

“Oh, I saw the boats,” Kara grumbles. “My friend Arthur took care of them, though.”

“Arthur…?”

“Oh! Um… Aquaman?”

Lena snorts. “Jesus. Of course, why would you not know Aquaman?” At Kara’s pout, she continues her careful sawing. “Alright, sorry, continue.”

“Anyways, I’d already been up for a long time, and I was like, really pushing my powers to the limit on that trip out there. And then there were all the dolphins, and I was holding my breath a bunch and having to swim pretty deep- by the way, it like, royally sucks, being that deep underwater. There is no light, at all. And it sounds weird, and it’s-” She cuts off, shuddering slightly. “I dunno. The ocean is beautiful and amazing and must be protected, but it freaks me the heck out."

"That's fair, it's not my favorite either. So, the net?"

"Right! So turns out, I like, sapped my powers doing all the ocean rescuing, and I got my foot caught and I struggled a bunch and sorta kinda almost drowned…"

"Kara!" Lena yells, slapping at Kara's legs through the netting.

"Hey, I am weak right now, woman! That means no hitting!"

"Sorry, I'll hit you when you feel better."

"... thanks, I guess? Anyways, obviously I'm fine, Ar-Aquaman saved me. Even brought me back here! He's a nice dude."

"If your friend rescued you and dropped you off, why are you still wrapped up in a fishing net?"

"..."

"Kara?"

"Okay, so he's not that nice: he said he thought it'd be funny."

Lena snorts, grinning victoriously as she finally cuts the last bit of the net free, moving to her feet just in time to catch Kara as she staggers forward. "Hey there, Supergirl, take it easy."

"'m tired," Kara murmurs, soaked to the bone and shivering in Lena's firm embrace. "And cold."

Lena tucks a lank lock of hair behind her ear and presses a kiss to her forehead. "Okay. How about the world's hottest bath to warm up and scrub the ocean off of you, and then bed?"

Kara hums in agreement, stumbling a bit as Lena half-carries her off to the en suite, leaving the very heavy fishing net on the kitchen floor to worry about later.

Lena starts the hot water running in her ridiculous, amazing pool/tub before they work together to strip Kara out of her suit (and with as clingy as the material is when it's not soaking wet, that's no mean feat). Finally free of her suit, Kara trips her way into the tub, and when Lena moves to pick up the shopping wet cape, she pouts and makes grabby hands at her. "Please?"

Lena shakes her head, chuckling at her utter inability to say no to Kara ever, before stripping out of her own clothes and lowering herself into the scalding hot water.

"Mmmm," Kara hums happily, wrapping Lena up with arms and legs. "Much better."

"I'm gonna boil alive in here," Lena laughs, dropping her head back onto Kara's shoulder. "This is how I die- turned into soup in my own bathtub."

Kara giggles, nosing at Lena's neck. "My favorite soup." Lena can feel the smile that spreads across Kara's face. "Makes sense, since you're already my favorite thing to ea-"

"No," Lena says firmly (though it's undercut by her smile), clapping a wet hand over Kara's mouth and sloshing some water over the side of the tub. Kara's eyes are squinty and twinkly as Lena feels a trail of wet heat across her palm. She recoils on instinct. "Did you just lick me?"

Kara shrugs with a devilish smile. "You usually respond better when I lick you."

"Oh god," Lena laughs. "You know, I got in here to help you feel better but I think all you wanted was to make terrible sex jokes."

"And for you to be naked," Kara corrects. "That part was very important to me, and it is definitely making me feel better."

"You're a scoundrel," Lena tells her, dropping a quick kiss to her lips before settling down again. 

"I know. Don't tell anyone else, though. I have an image to maintain."

"Noted."

It's quiet for a bit as they just take break, soaking (or boiling) and enjoying each other's company before finally, Lena speaks. 

"I can't believe Aquaman's real name is Arthur," she mutters. "Just... what a nerdy name."

Kara grins. "Wait 'till you hear about Nightwing…"

[sakuzaddy]

play pretend (sakusa x f!reader)

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Chapter 3

After an intense and exhausting practice later, the coach decided to let the team take a break. You handed everyone’s water bottles and towels, except for Sakusa who went outside the gymnasium to refill his own water bottle. Your eyes trailed over his retreating figure before approaching Komori.

 “Is there a reason why you didn’t tell me that he’s a member of the team?” You told him as you handed him his water bottle. Komori accepted it and takes a chug before replying.

 “What? Nothing in particular. Why did you ask?” He tilted his head to look as innocent as he can be. You rolled your eyes at this and sat beside him, watching the other players that were resting on the sidelines.

 “C’mon, just tell me.”

 “Look, I’m sorry. It’s just…we’ve been looking for a manager for a while now, and I feel bad about how Sakusa treated you earlier…”

 You raised an eyebrow. “So, you concluded that making me your team’s manager would make us get along?” You scoffed at the idea.

 “No…Well, maybe…Kinda?” Komori smiled sheepishly. You sighed as you handed him his towel.

 “Look, I wouldn’t go back on my word even if you told me that he’s part of the team. I’m not that kind of person.”

 You watched the players that were chatting, some were laughing and complaining about the intensity of the training. You let out a smile as you reminisced about your days in high school. The smell of salonpas, the praises and smiles of your kouhais and senpais every time you successfully break some blocks, the chants and taunts that fuel your desire to win… You miss everything and wish to go back.

 Your thoughts were cut off when Komori broke the comfortable silence between you. “By the way, (L/N)-san, can I ask you a question?”

 “I mean, you’re already asking me a question.” You teased.

 Komori chuckled. “Have you played volleyball before? Because judging by the time it took for you to answer coach’s questions, I would say that you probably know volleyball like the back of your hand.”

 You nodded at him. “I’ve played volleyball when I was in high school and stopped last year.”

 “Why did you stop?” Komori asked as he wiped his sweat off with his towel.

  “Because of…well, I have a heart problem.” You said as you placed your hand over your chest. Komori’s eyes widened at your statement. He looked at his shoes, feeling guilty for asking about it. “I’m sorry.”

 You shook your head. “Dude, don’t be. It’s all in the past.” You assured him. Komori changed the topic by asking more about your likes, hobbies and whatnot. He was really good at holding a conversation, and you can’t help but mentally thank him once again for making you feel welcome in the team. As you laughed at one of his jokes, you were completely unaware of Sakusa entering the gymnasium, his eyes trained on you.

 --

 “So, Kiyoomi, what do you think of (L/N)-san?” Komori asked Sakusa as they make their way towards their neighborhood. Sakusa frowns under his mask as his eyebrows knit together at Komori’s question. “Why are you asking me?”

 Komori’s eyes wandered as he thinks of a response. “Well, you were pretty harsh with her this morning and during practice, you always reject her every time she offered to help you. I mean, that part is a normal occurrence…” Komori whispered the last words.

“…but you saw her sanitize her hands before getting close to you, and still, you pushed her away. So why are you like that?”

 Sakusa’s frown deepened as he directed his gaze forward. “I don’t trust her.” He answered bluntly.

 “Dude, are you worried that she might hit on you?” Komori let out a laugh. “Did you know that when we were talking at the cafeteria, she couldn’t believe that you were popular with girls? Ha! You should’ve seen the disgusted look on her face.” Komori wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes.

 Ignoring the indirect insult thrown at him, Sakusa finally revealed the reason of his wariness around you. “She reminds me of her.” The smile was wiped off of Komori’s face after hearing his cousin’s words. Komori bit his lip before asking.

 “Is she’s still ignoring you?” Sakusa sighed and nodded his head. Komori patted his back, but Sakusa doesn’t seem to mind the contact. He felt like he needed that.

 “Don’t worry dude, I’ve got a plan.”

 --

“Goddamn, (Y/N)! It’s just the first day of school and you already found yourself a boyfriend?” Asami whistles as she checks Komori’s message on your phone. You peeked from the bathroom as you brush your teeth. Ten years off your lifespan.

 “Asami, give me that!” you managed to say despite the toothbrush in your mouth. You snatched your phone from her hands and checked if she sent something stupid. She laughs at your reaction.

 “So it is a boy. Damn, you’re getting bold! I’m so proud.” She fake cries as she brings her hands over her chest, impersonating a proud mother. You rolled her eyes at her.

 (L/N)-san! Sit with me and Sakusa during lunch, we have something to say to you.

The text says. You raised an eyebrow at this. What do they want to tell you? You really don’t want to assume that it’s something good, because it probably wasn’t gonna be if Sakusa is with him. You shrugged and turned your phone off, feeling nervous and a little excited for tomorrow. You finished brushing your teeth and looked at Asami who was lying on her stomach on your bed, reading one of your mangas.

 You looked at the time. “Aren’t you gonna leave, Asami? It’s already 9pm.” You told her, crossing your arms.

 Asami removes the lollipop from her mouth. “Wow, how mean, (Y/N)! I just wanna keep you company. Don’t you feel lonely, living in here by yourself?” She reasons, before bringing her attention back to your manga while swinging her legs. You smiled at her.

 “Don’t worry. Anna is here to keep me company.” You told her. Asami tilts her head to the side as she looks at you.

 “Anna? You have a housemate?”

 You pretended to look shock. “Haven’t you seen the little girl sitting beside you on the couch?”

 Asami looks at you in horror. She immediately closes the manga in her hands and sits up straight. “Are you kidding me?”

 “No. Did you seriously not see her?” You pressed. Asami felt the temperature of the room decline. Seeing that she fell for your act, it’s your turn to laugh at her expression. She looks at you as if you’ve grown another head.

 “Just kidding.” You said, clutching your stomach. “But seriously, leave.”

---

 Second day of classes.

 After exchanging goodbyes with Asami and Akio, you make your way to class. As you were walking mindlessly through the hallway, you can’t help but think about Komori’s message to you last night. It’s stressing you out so much that you barely fell asleep.

 What is he gonna tell me?

  Is it about the club?

 Why is Sakusa with him?

 Is he going to make him apologize to me?

 You dismissed the idea. As if that’s gonna happen.

 You stopped on your tracks as your eyes caught Sakusa’s figure leaning on the wall at the end of the hallway, flowers in hand. He’s not wearing his face mask, giving you a clear view of his ethereal side profile. You immediately faced the other way as you give yourself a slap to confirm if you’re dreaming or not. No.NO!

 You turned your head to see Sakusa still leaning on the wall as if he was posing for a teen magazine or something. You take a deep breath. C’mon, what are you stressing about? After giving yourself a short pep talk, you turned to face his direction and started to speed walk as if your life depended on it. Fuck this.

 You stopped on your tracks once again as you see Sakusa trying to block a girl’s path, as if wanting to talk to her. The girl kept a neutral expression as she walked past Sakusa who just looked at her, helpless. There’s a desperation and hurt in his eyes, and you’d never thought that you would see him make that kind of expression.

 The girl walks past you too but you didn’t fail to notice the tears threatening to fall from her eyes. You trained your gaze ahead and see Sakusa dumping the flowers that he was holding to the trashcan and heads to the opposite direction.

 You just stood there motionless, feeling that you just interfered in something that you shouldn’t involve yourself to.

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[peculiaridealist]

To My Dearest Kara

Summary:

Kara is anxious and Alex is giving her a push that she definitely need. Lena is overthinking and Maggie is... well... being Maggie.

Chapter 2: Yours Truly

Having James tell her to take the whole afternoon off when she about to get lunch, Kara decided to swing by Alex’s apartment before going to get food and eventually, to L-Corp. she needed her sister’s support and advice on how to approach Lena without freaking her out knowing that the brunette intended to keep the letter and wasn’t ready, yet.

“Hey, Alex. You home?” Kara called out as soon as she entered her sister’s loft.

“Here.” Alex said lazily, raising her hand and waved it at Kara. She was lying on the couch with some popcorn on her stomach. “I just finished watching a movie.”

“Don’t you have work?” Kara asked, wondering why her sister was like acting like she had all the time in the world.

“Nah. Don’t feel like getting up.” She stretched. “They’ll live without me barking orders at them for a day.”

“They’ll probably be so thankful for your absence.” Kara quipped.

“Hey!” Alex sat up and threw a cushion and hit the blonde square on the face. “I may be harsh on them but, they all love me and I deserve a break.”

“A break, huh. The end of the world must be near.” Kara continued teasing her sister to hide the shock that her workaholic sister was taking off work for a whole day. “Now, I’m just gonna wait for Lena to stop working without me having to drag her out of her office, as well.”

Alex laughed at Kara’s latter statement. “That would require for a miracle to happen.”

Kara paused for a moment, looking like she was mulling over what Alex had said then nodded with enthusiasm. “Yup, yup. Definitely.” She just then laughed and settled herself beside Alex and grabbed a handful of popcorn, earning a swat from her sister on her hand saying that she should go and make her own. She just stuck her tongue out and continued grabbing handful after handful of popcorn from Alex.

Giving up, Alex muttered. “You’re insufferable.”

“But you still love me.” Kara retorted.

“Says who?” Alex asked, raising her brow.

“Says you.” Kara answered with a wide grin.

“Yeah, yeah. I do love you so, shut up.” Alex chuckled. “Anyway, to what do I owe this visit?”

Kara was just silently staring at her which made her brow furrow. “Kara?” She called out but the blonde was still silent. “Kara, what’s wrong?” She nervously asked, her protective instincts taking over. “Answer me.”

Kara shrugged. “Well, you told me to shut up so I did.”

Alex looked at her sister incredulously. “You ass! You scared the shit out of me, I thought something was wrong.” She doesn’t know if she’ll smack Kara or laugh. “You don’t have to take everything literally.”

“I know. I just love teasing you every now and then.” Kara laughed again which made Alex groan.

A few more chuckles from Kara, the blonde puppy decided that it was enough and told sister what she really intended to do here.” “I found her… The one who wrote the letter.”

“Really?” Alex asked casually. “Who?”

“You won’t even react that it’s a her and not a him?” Now it was Kara’s turn to look at her sister incredulously.

“No.” Alex answered flatly. “And stop looking at me like I’ve grown a second head and just answer my question, Kara.”

“Fine.” Kara huffed. “It’s Lena.”

“Ha!” Alex exclaimed triumphantly, making Kara jump due to shock. “See? I told you!”

“Holy sun, Alex! Don’t do that! Are you trying to give me heart attack or something?” Kara reprimanded while clutching her chest. “And I’m pretty sure you never told me anything, by the way.”

“Sorry, not sorry.” Alex shrugged nonchalantly. “And I’m also pretty sure I dropped not-so-subtle hints before. I dropped a lot, actually.”

Kara wracked her brain, trying to remember when did her sister give hints but to no avail. She can’t remember where or when and frowned. “I really can’t remember you giving me any hints.”

Alex laughed. “It’s because you’re too dense to notice those hints. Hell, you didn’t even notice your own feelings up until now.”

Kara rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “Yeah, yeah, I’m dense, alright. No need to rub it on my face.”

Seconds of laughter later, Alex’s demeanor changed. “So, what are you planning to do?” She asked in all seriousness.

“Well… We’re going to have dinner tonight. Other than that? I don’t know. That’s why I’m here.” Kara sighed. “It’s just that, I want this to be perfect… I mean, she deserves more than anything and everything. I want her to feel that she’s well-loved. I want her to feel that she’s accepted. That no matter what the people think about her, whatever negativity that was thrown at her, it doesn’t matter because she’s something more to her, there’s more about her other than her being a Luthor.” Alex remained silent, letting Kara pour her feelings out without interrupting her.

“She’s special, Alex. She strives hard to be a force of good even if the people out there continued judging her because of her last name…” Kara trailed off.

“But?” Alex asked softly, encouraging her sister to continue.

“But, she’s only human, Alex. And us humans can only take so much and with her under that kind of pressure, I’m scared. I’m scared that I might freak her out. I’m scared that she may hate me for reading that letter. Her intention was to keep the letter. Not have me read it. What if she changed her mind? What if- what if…” Kara paused and took a deep breath to calm herself. She knows that she’s rambling and she can’t help it. “What if she doesn’t feel the same way anymore? Alex, what do I do? I- I…”

“Hey…” Alex slung her arm across Kara’s shoulder, giving her a sideway hug to comfort her rambling sister. “You’re overthinking, Kara. We’re talking about Lena here. Lena freaking Luthor. Your best friend and, I think it’s safe to say, your significant other. If there’s someone who loves you more than anything and anyone else,” Alex muttered ‘excluding me, of course’ and felt warmth on her chest when it elicited a giggle from Kara. “That someone is Lena.”

“You know, love is such a strong word.” Kara spoke with a voice just above whisper that if Alex wasn’t listening, she might have missed what her sister had said.

“Yeah… It is.” The older Danvers agreed. “And it’s stronger between the two of you because it’s true.”

Kara smiled, hope blossoming in her chest. “You really think she does? Love me, I mean. Because if you ask me if I love her, I do. I really do.”

“I don’t think she loves you, Kara. I know she does.” Alex gave Kara a light squeeze on the shoulder. “Though unfinished, the letter says it all.”

Kara glanced at her bag, knowing that the letter was secured inside of it. “I’m a walking anxiety.”

“Only when it comes to Lena.” Alex deadpanned and dragged her sister up. “And as much as I love having you here, I believe you told me that you have dinner plans, or shall I say a date, with the love of your life. I, on the other hand, have plans with Maggie tonight, as well, and will have a dinner date of our own.”

“It’s not a date.” Kara protested as her sister dragged her out of her apartment.

“Oh, it is a date. Enjoy!” Alex gave her a shit-eating grin before slamming the door on her face.

‘Did- did she just kicked me- me, her sister- out?’ Disbelief crossed Kara’s face as she stared at the door of her sister’s apartment before begrudgingly trudging out of the apartment building.

Once Alex was sure that her sister was gone, she whipped up her phone and called her girlfriend.

“Guess who was here.” She immediately said as soon as Maggie picked up.

“Hello to you, too, Danvers. I am doing fine, thank you so much for asking.” Maggie replied sarcastically.

“Sorry, babe.” Alex chuckled. “I was just kinda excited.”

“Oh? Alex Danvers getting excited that I wasn’t the cause?” Her girlfriend quipped. “Do tell.”

“Hmm… Promise me first that you won’t flip.”

“You know I flip at everything.”

“Okay, that’s fair enough. How to put it?” Alex mulled over her words, knowing that Maggie was definitely going to flip and just decided to just wing it. “Kara finally admitted that she’s in love with Lena.” Alex smirked even though she knows Maggie can’t see her.

“She what?!” Maggie practically screamed, making Alex’s smirk turn into a grin.

“Now, now. Don’t go breaking my eardrum before I even get my... winnings?”

“Goddammit.” Quiet as it may have been, she still heard what Maggie muttered on the other line.

“Oh, and I would also like to collect that fifty bucks later, thank you very much.” Alex said smugly.

“Oh, fuck you.” Maggie hissed.

“Oh, yes, please do.” Alex laughed causing Maggie to groan.

“Ugh… Why did I ever agree betting on Little Danvers’ love life with you?”

**

7:00 pm

With Chinese takeouts (including a box of salad and three of potstickers), Kara was pacing back and forth in front of Lena’s office. All the confidence that she felt awhile ago at CatCo seemed to have dissipated even after Alex had given her a peptalk. She was quite thankful that Jess had left earlier than usual so that no one will be able to force her to go inside Lena’s office. Not that she doesn’t want to, no.

After several more minutes of pacing, she tried to calm her nerves. ‘Okay, Kara. Deep breaths. You can do this. You got this.’

Building up courage and after releasing a small huff, she entered Lena’s office. As she entered, she saw a focused Lena typing on her laptop. Deciding not to interrupt as she found the brunette’s look quite (okay, not quite but, extremely) adorable, Kara leaned on the door frame as she silently watched Lena.

Wearing her corporate attire which Kara adored since the day they met, her hair wasn’t up in its usual bun but it’s cascading a little lower down her shoulders, beautiful green eyes fixed on her laptop screen, slender fingers delicately tapping away on her keyboard, and blood red lips pursed on concentration. ‘God, those lips, really.’

Kara whipped up her phone and composed a message.

Kara: Knock, knock.

Lena’s eyes drifted on her phone beside her laptop when it lit up and Kara swore that she had a mini heart attack when she saw Lena smile. A smile which she had caused and a smile that was reserved for her and her alone only.

Lena: Hmm… Who’s there?

Her phone pinged (kicking herself internally for forgetting to put it in silent mode, wanting to be smooth but of course, she was always an epic fail) and as if on cue, Lena’s enticing emerald gaze quickly found her sapphire ones. Kara was at a loss for words and felt like she was under a spell and it was the kind of spell that only Lena Luthor can cast upon her.

“Kara.” Lena stood up immediately, forgetting whatever work she was doing, walked towards Kara and gave her a hug that was too brief for Kara’s liking. “Have you been standing there long?”

“Not really. I got here just a few minutes ago, actually.” She answered. “I believe the question should be, have you been waiting long? I know we talked about meeting 7, but I’m, like, 30 minutes late.” ’25 minutes pacing back and forth in front of your office and basically, 5 minutes staring at you, to be precise.’ Kara thought. “You must be hungry already. I’m sorry.”

Lena shook her head. “Darling, there’s no need to be sorry. I’m quite alright, but thank you for your concern.”

Kara’s heart skipped a beat. It always happened whenever Lena’s calling her those sweet endearments. She’s definitely not gonna be used to Lena’s endearments, not that she’s complaining. “A-are-“ She cleared her throat. “Are you sure?”

“Of course.” Lena husked out and kissed Kara on the cheek. “Shall we eat?”

Kara could feel her face heating up and she was sure as hell that she was blushing really hard. “Y-yeah. W-we should eat.” She stammered and placed the takeouts on the table. “I got you a salad in case you don’t want to eat heavy.”

Lena chuckled. “Ah, always the thoughtful one. Have I told you that you’re my favorite person?”

“A few times, yes.” Kara answered while bobbing her head. “But please, do tell me that a little bit more.”

“And make your head bloat?” Lena raised her brow and smirked. “Never.”

This made Kara pout. “Aww… You’re mean.”

“Don’t pout.” Lena mumbled something incoherently at the end which Kara wasn’t able to get.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Nothing!” Lena exclaimed and grabbed a box of potstickers which Kara grabbed as well, causing their fingers to brush against each other.

Lena was about to pull back when Kara pushed the box towards her. “Up for a greasy night?”

“I’d like to indulge a little when given the chance.” Lena answered, gratefully accepting the box with a wink and started to eat as she settled on the other end of the couch.

Kara blushed, if possible, even more and by the looks that Lena is giving her, she was sure that the woman in front of her noticed how red her face is and Lena seemed to enjoy Kara’s reactions.

They were eating in silence and it wasn’t an awkward silence rather, a comfortable one but, even though as comfortable as this was, Kara’s thoughts were wandering. How was she going to confront Lena? She doesn’t know what to do no matter how hard she thinks. ‘I’m an airhead.’ She thought.

“Kara, dear...” Lena called Kara and she snapped her attention towards Lena. “Are you okay?”

Kara blinked. “What? I mean- uhh, of course.” She chuckled nervously. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Lena sighed and smiled a bit. “You, my dear, are a very bad liar. Now, tell me what’s bothering you. Brows furrowed, nose scrunched, and all.”

Kara bit her lip, feeling embarrassed for being caught lying. She forgot for a second that it was Lena. A genius, a scientist, her best friend. Of course, Lena knows if she was lying. That and she’s a terrible liar.

“Kara…” Lena settled beside her which slightly startled the blonde. Kara was so caught up in her own thoughts that she hadn’t notice Lena moving from her spot. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“I know that.” Kara mumbled.

Lena gave Kara a light squeeze on her shoulder. “Then tell me what’s bothering you. Maybe I can help.”

“Yeah… You definitely can.” Kara took a deep breath. “Lena…”

“Yes, Kara?” Lena asked in almost a whisper.

“Do you- I…” Kara let out a shaky breath, hoping that it’ll calm her nerves. “I mean, did you… Did you write a letter?”

Lena pursed her lips for a moment before answering. “What letter? I’ve written tons of letters, Kara, so you have to be a bit more specific.”

“Well…” The blonde hesitated for a moment. She couldn’t read Lena’s expression. It was like she had her CEO mask on, the one she uses to guard her expressions, and it was never used on her. She let out another shaky breath before speaking. It was now or never. “A letter intended for me, Lena. The one with the confession.”

“I didn’t.” Lena said with a stoic expression.

“B-but James said that you-“

Lena cut her off. “He lied.”

“No…” Kara shook her head in disbelief. “He wouldn’t.”

“But he did. I didn’t even know that such letter exists.”

“Please tell me you’re lying.” Kara pleaded.

“Why?”

“B-because… because I want to know how the letter ends. I just want to know…” Kara trailed off.

“And?” Lena prodded.

“And I was hoping that it was you who wrote the letter because I…”

“You, what?”

“I love you, like, not in a platonic way. Like, I’m really in love with you.” Kara confessed.

Lena let out a humorless laugh. “This is ridiculous. Kara, are you sure? Do you even hear what you’re saying? I’m unlovable, Kara. After all, I am a Luthor. You can’t possibly love me. I don’t deserve-“

“No, Lena, stop degrading yourself and listen to me.” Kara leaned closer towards the brunette, leveling their eye contact. “Just because you’re a Luthor doesn’t mean that you’re unlovable or you’re not capable of being loved and Lena, you are one of the most inspiring woman that I have ever met and you deserve everything and you’re not just inspiring, you are also strong, intelligent, funny, beautiful, caring, and it goes on and on and if I start making a list of the reason to love you, it’ll take me forever to list the things why.” Kara was a bit shocked that she had said it all in one go without even stuttering but nevertheless, she continued. “Your name doesn’t define who you are. You’re not just a Luthor. For me, you’re your own. You are Lena… and you aren’t that hard to love, Lee. So, I’ll ask again. Did you or did you not write the letter?”

“I…” Lena was about to deny but when she looked at Kara and the blonde was looking back at her with her glassy blue eyes, looking like a damn kicked puppy again, her resolve crumbled. No one, not even her nor Alex, can resist Kara looking like that. She sighed, knowing that she was helpless at Kara’s mercy. Little did she know that Kara was feeling the same. “Fine… I did write the letter.”

With Lena finally admitting that she was the one who wrote the letter, Kara felt relief wash over her and before she can top herself, she blurted out. “Can I kiss you?”

Her face instantly heated up and she also saw that there was a tinge of pink blooming on Lena’s cheek. “I- I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want to. It’s totally fine, really. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or anything. It’s just that-“

Her rambling was cut short when Lena pulled her by the neck, feeling the soft lips that were pressed against hers.

“Just shut up and kiss me. No one’s stopping you.”

And Kara did. She placed her hand on Lena’s cheek as she finally closed the gap between them and kissed Lena with passion and longing which was reciprocated with the same intensity and she felt Lena smiling between their kisses. She could hear her heart pounding loudly and she knew she was so screwed. She has fallen hard for her best friend.

With reluctance, Kara was the one who broke off the kiss as they were gasping for air. She was smiling wide like an idiot as she leaned her forehead on Lena’s.

“So… would you mind finishing the letter for me?” Kara asked a moment after their lips parted.

“I actually have the finished one. What you got was just a scratch that just so happened to be folded neatly.” Lena stood up and walked towards her desk. “I was about to throw it away that day and suddenly there was an emergency at the R&D that needed my immediate attention so I left in a hurry and didn’t notice that it slipped out of my bag.”

“Would you read it? Please?”

Lena smiled softly. “Of course. For you.”

Lena grabbed a piece of paper from her desk and settled back beside Kara. Clearing her throat, she began to read. “To my dearest Kara,

I have so much to say actually, but I guess I’ll keep this short, not that short, and go straight to the point. I just want to say thank you for being such a good friend and for everything you’ve done for me. You are the most extraordinary person that I’ve ever met and meeting you is probably the best thing that’s ever happened to me since the day that you walked into my office. I am usually guarded when it comes to reporters but, you? There was something in you that made me open up with ease. Other than that, I also want to let you know that I’m hopelessly in love with you. I don’t expect you to reciprocate my feelings, so don’t pressure yourself. I just merely want to get this out of my chest before it overwhelms me. You’re the only one who treated me like I was just a normal person and indifferent from the others. You trusted me completely regardless of my family background and you stood up for me whenever I’m being treated wrongly. You bring out the best in me and you try hard to let others see the good in me. If this letter affects our relationship, I want you to know that I’ll still be here whenever you need my help. I guess that’s everything.

“Oh, and one more thing. I love how my name rolls out of your tongue with your melodic voice.”

Kara laughed, or more likely giggled. “Lenaaa. You only added that last line just now, didn’t you?”

Lena shrugged and chuckled a bit. “Maybe?” Lena cleared her throat again and read her salutation. “Yours truly,” Lena casted a loving gaze at Kara. “Lena.”

Kara almost cried. Nope. She wasn’t gonna cry in front of Lena… Oh, who was she kidding? A tear already rolled down her cheek which Lena wiped with a gentle swipe of her thumb. Never in her life had she received something that’s really heartwarming such as this. Not from her previous suitors. Not from her exes. Only from the woman who is currently right in front of her. “Lena Kieran Luthor, have I told you that I love you?”

Smiling, Lena grabbed Kara’s hand and intertwined the fingers. “You have. But please, do tell me that a little bit more.” Lena said, throwing back what Kara told her just awhile ago, eliciting a laugh from the blonde.

“Well played, Lee. Well played.”

“You know, I’ve been wanting to hear you say that you love me for years...” Lena confessed, squeezing Kara’s fingers lightly.

Kara tilted her head to the side, looking confused. “I’m always telling you that.”

“That’s true…” Lena agreed. “But not in the way how I wanted it to be.”

“It’s a good thing that we’re on the same page, then.”

“That we are.” Lena giggled and gave the blonde a chaste kiss. “Oh, and Kara?”

Kara grinned. “Yeah, Lee?”

“I love you, too.”

**

As soon as they got in their apartment, Alex’s phone pinged.

Kara: Got my girl. (followed with lots of emojis)

“Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me!” Maggie exclaimed behind Alex as she read Kara’s message and Alex was howling with laughter.

“You should’ve listened to your own self not betting about Kara’s love life with me babe.” Alex pinched Maggie’s cheek. “That’s another twenty for me.”

Maggie swatted Alex’s hand. “Damn, I shouldn’t belittle Little Danvers’ abilities.” She huffed and glared at her girlfriend. “I’ll wipe that smug look off on your face one day, Danvers. You just wait.”

“Don’t worry.” Alex gave Maggie a brief kiss on her lips. “I’m definitely gonna look forward to that, Sawyer.”

AN:

And the end. Thanks for reading.

[supergirl-fanfiction]

Betrayed In The Worst Way

Alex Danvers x Reader

Requested By Anon-

Can you write one where you and Alex are together and you and Maggie are best friends and you introduce Alex and Maggie. They start to hangout which makes you happy because you wanted your girlfriend and best friend to get along but soon you become suspicious because of how they begin to act with each other like being flirty and touchy feely. How it ends is up to you.

(Y/N)- Your Name

Warnings- Cheating, Language

A/N- Not gonna lie Honest by bazzi came on while I started writing this and I may have cried a little bit. Also it hits kinda close to home.

P.S- Sorry if the ending kind of sucks. I wasn't really sure how to end it.

You and Alex had been together for 6 months when you had finally managed to get Maggie and her to meet. They got along from the beginning and that made you happy. You just hadn't been aware of how well they got along.

You felt your jaw clench and you looked away from the sight in front of you. You weren't usually a jealous person, but you felt in your gut that something wasn't right with the way Maggie and Alex acted with each other. Neither one of them were big on physical affections but lately they always seemed to be touching in someway. It bothered you but you tried not to think too much into it and you ignored your gut feeling. I mean surely they wouldn't be doing anything behind your back. Still you couldn't help but feel the jealousy rise every time Maggie was around Alex and the way Alex acted around her. You sighed and turned around walking away from them. You felt like a shitty person for the thoughts running through your mind. You were just reading into things a little too much. Alex loved you and Maggie knew how in love you were with Alex. You were so stuck inside your head that you ended up running into Kara.

"Shit. Sorry Kara I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." You apologized to the younger woman. She gave you a small smile and waved off your apology.

"No harm, no foul (Y/N)." She told you before walking away. You were about to continue walking in the opposite direction when you suddenly called out to Kara.

"Hey Kara." She turned around and looked at you.

"Can I ask you something and you give me an honest answer?" She tilted her head to the side and frowned slightly.

"Yea of course. What do you need?" She asked you as she walked back over to you. You bit your lip as you began second guessing yourself. Should you really ask Kara this? You felt your stomach churn and refused to make eye contact with her.

"Is..do you know...um what I mean is." You couldn't seem to get the words out and you could feel the tears beginning to build in your eyes. Kara began to become worried and she laid her hand on your arm.

"Hey it's ok (Y/N). Whatever it is you need to ask just ask. I promise I won't judge you or be upset." You looked up at her as you felt a tear escape from your eye and begin to trail down your cheek.

"What's going on between Alex and Maggie?" You managed to choke out. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped opened. If she had made that expression any other time it probably would have made you laugh but right now you were just trying to hold yourself together.

"What do you mean (Y/N)?"

"I mean it's just I don't know. They just seem to be really affectionate with each other. They are always touching in some way wether it just be a hand on an arm, an arm around a shoulder, or hugging. The way they just seem to kind of gravitate towards each other. Like fuck I know I shouldn't be thinking this because Alex is my girl and Maggie is my best friend but I just can't help but keep thinking about all the what ifs." You confessed to Kara as you broke down. All of your emotions becoming too much for you to be handle at the moment. Kara wrapped you in a hug as a frown pulled at her lips. Now that she thought about it, there did seem to be something going on between those two. She didn't say anything though. She just let you cry as she hugged you. Eventually you pulled away from her and wiped your face with the sleeve of your shirt.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have just unloaded all that on you. It wasn't fair." You mumbled as you looked at your shoes. You heard Kara sigh softly before she pulled you into another hug.

"Hey it's ok. You should really talk to Alex about the way you feel though. She will be able to help put your fears to bed better than I can." You nodded your head realizing that she was right. You just needed to talk to Alex about this and let her know that you know she would never do something like this to you. Especially not with Maggie. Your insecurities just took control of your thoughts sometimes. You gave Kara a small smile as you removed yourself from her.

"Yea you're right. Her and Maggie left to go to the Alien bar so I think I'll just head on down there. You wanna join me?" She gave you a smile and nodded her head.

"Sure it's been awhile since I went there. In fact how about we turn it into a super friends night? It's been so long since all of us have hung out." You felt your smile grow at the thought of hanging out with all of your friends for the first time in weeks.

"That would be awesome. It's been ages since I've seen all of them. I really only see you, Alex, and Maggie on a regular basis now." Kara laughed as she nodded in agreement.

"Yea same. I'll text the rest of the group and we can surprise Maggie and Alex with a get together." You could feel yourself getting excited as you thought about finally being able to spend time with all of your favorite people. After Kara texted everyone and told them you were all going to surprise Alex and Maggie at the bar with a get together the both of you headed out. You got there right as you saw Lucy, James, and Winn walk out of the door with shocked looks on their faces. You and Kara walked up to them and they immediately tried to stop you from entering the bar. You frowned at them not understanding what the problem was.

"Come on guys seriously what is the issue?" You asked them as began to feel your teeth grind together. They were really starting to piss you off. You just wanted to be able to go into the bar and hang out with your girlfriend and all of your friends. They all exchanged worried looks before they stepped to the side with a sigh.

"Just know that whatever happens we've got your back (Y/N)." Lucy told you. That only confused you more and you shook your head before heading inside the bar with the rest of them behind you. As soon as you saw Alex and Maggie though you understood why they had tried to stop you from entering. There was Alex in Maggies lap with their lips pressed together. You felt your heart shatter inside your chest. How could they do this to you? After everything you had done for both of them. You wanted to look away but you couldn't. You hadn't even realized you were crying until Lucy began to wipe away your tears.

"Come on (Y/N). Let's just leave." She tried to convince you but you shook your head no as you walked over to them. Kara, Lucy, Winn, and James followed behind you conceded for you and what you were going to do. You stopped right beside Alex and Maggie yet they didn't even realize you were there. You could feel your hands begin to clench into fists.

"How could you?" You finally spat out. They jumped apart like they had been burned.

"How could you Alex? How could you Maggie? I introduced you to each other because I wanted you to get along. Guess you got along better than what I had thought." You chuckled humorlessly.

"(Y/N).. I...this isn't...we didn't." Alex stumbled over her words trying to find the right ones to fix this situation.

"I hope you both rot in hell." You growled at them before you turned around and walked out of the bar. As soon as you got outside you slumped against the brick wall. You buried your face in your hands as you let the sobs escape. You felt someone wrap you in a hug and you moved your hands from your face and gripped onto whoever it was as tightly as you could. You buried your face in their neck as you continued to cry.

"I've got you (Y/N), I've got you." A voice you recognized as Lucy whispered as she picked you up. You heard the others walking towards you shortly afterwards. After that you aren't sure about what happened. You had cried so much you had exhausted your body.

When you woke up in the morning you reached out beside you in search of Alex before the events of the night before returned to you. You felt the tears begin again and you curled up into a ball hoping it would ease the pain. It didn't but you refused to move. Your whole world shattered all within the span of a couple of seconds. You still didn't understand how the two people you trusted the most could stab you in the back like that. Normally if something like this happened you would call Maggie but she was part of the reason why the reality you had once known was no more. Fuck why did Alex have to chose her of all people? You shook your head. You couldn't get stuck in all the why's and what ifs because if you did you would only cause yourself more harm. You eventually got out of bed. You just moved to living room and curled up on your sofa. You had your phone in your hand debating wether or not to read all the messages that Alex was sending you. You bit your lip as you opened her messages to show you had read them and then you turned off your phone. It felt like a dagger in your heart to not respond but right now she didn't deserve a response from you. No amount of explaining or excuses could justify her cheating. For the rest of the day whenever she sent a message you opened it to show her you had read but you never once texted her back. It killed you to do it but whatever pain it caused her couldn't even come close to comparing to the pain that spread from your chest to all over your body when you saw her and Maggie lip locked. The next few days you spent the same way. Slowly you began to go back to your normal routine and began to avoid Alex and Maggie whenever you could. You hadn't spoken to either one of them and you had even begun to erase them from your life. You deleted their contacts from your phone, erased them from all of your social media, and even changed your emergency contact information. There was just one thing you hadn't done yet. You had also put in a transfer form to transfer to the DEO location that Lucy was in charge of.

It had been about 3 months since you transferred and about 7 months since the incident, yet you were still receiving texts from Alex. Maggie had given up around the 4th month. You scrolled through all of the messages. It didn't hurt as bad as it used to whenever you remembered how you had been betrayed by 2 of the people you had trusted the most. You decided that maybe it was time to put the past behind you. You felt like your throat was clogged as you did the 2 things you never thought you would. You blocked Alex's number and went through your pictures, selecting all of them that contained her or Maggie. As you went to delete them you hesitated for a brief second before going through with it. You thought that you wouldn't ever be able to trust anyone the same way again but maybe a certain green eyed DEO director would be able to help you learn how to trust again. A small smile grew on your face as you looked over at Lucy. If anyone would be able to make you believe in love again you knew it would be her. You just needed a little more time to heal before you were ready to put your heart on the line again.

[oxtoxtoxto]

Kara Danvers: Ornithologist

Ao3 Mirror

(tags): Supercorp, Ornithology, Fluff, One-Shot

It all started about a year after she had landed on earth.

By that time, Kara had, at least in her own opinion, grown moderately used to the effects of a yellow sun. People, social norms, fitting in—those would take more time to come to her, to chip away at what humanity saw as being socially stilted, but had been in her memories just how people acted. Still, she’d figured out the whole strength thing, had stopped randomly floating at inopportune times, was steadily working her way through weekly nightmares, and she felt, for the first time since she’d watched Krypton blast apart into chunks behind her, like she was making progress, that she had finally found some sort of equilibrium.

Which, of course, meant that the world had to drop something else into her lap.

Now, let it be said, Kara knew that wild animals were not, in fact, harmless, even despite her immense durability. They might not be able to harm her, but the chaos they could cause - and more to the point, the damage they could cause to other people - was significant. She knew that, okay? She’d had it drilled into her head repeatedly by Eliza and Alex - who she was finally getting along with after all this time - and, just. She wasn’t careless.

The duck was an accident.

She’d been out on one of her nature walks at the time, the handful of hours she graced herself with whenever the world got too... restrictive. Memories of the pod still weighed on her head like a leaded blanket and every once and a while even the house felt a little too enclosed. She’d spend her time tracing the trails walked by others, glancing up at the sky, wearing whatever she wanted, moving at her own pace, to her own whims.

There was a body of water somewhere between a pond and a lake further into the woods surrounding her home. It wasn’t quite big enough to call a lake, nor was it small and shallow enough to justify calling a pond. It was just barely deep enough that the average-sized adult - using Eliza as a reference point, anyway - would have trouble keeping their head above water at the deepest, and it stretched out across the uneven forest floor for some distance, tucked away into the side of a few rolling hills.

It was a favourite of hers, mostly because it was a hotspot for birds. She hadn’t expected to find any when she’d arrived, admittedly, it was winter and most of the birds had fled further south outside of the ones who stayed year-round. The occasional chickadee, a handful of crows—not exactly social demographics, for sure, but it hadn’t stopped her from watching and enjoying the sight of fluffy, black-feathered birds hop and gutturally scream at one another over a discarded tin can.

Except, what she found wasn’t crows or wintering birds or even the random occurrence of other wildlife, like squirrels.

She found a duck. A duck not twenty paces from the body of water, one wing bent at an unspeakable angle, letting out little noises of pain. It kept trying to waddle its way towards the body of water, but would falter, one of its flippers always giving out on it. It’d likely hit something mid-flight, she even could recognize some damage to a nearby tree, where pine needles had been stripped away from something hitting it hard, and the ground nearest to the tree was scuffed, thrown up around the edges, frostbitten lichen scraped away due to an impact.

For a moment, she couldn’t help but just kinda... watch it. There was no real justification for it then, to let something suffer and attempt to meander its way over to the body of water, to stand there, stock-still and unsure, as something else tried to overcome its pain. Do nothing to help it.

Then, she took a step forward.

The duck’s head snapped around to her, a croaky warning quack bubbling in the back of its beak, edged by more pain. Its feathers fluffed, its body tightened, it looked all the world both terrified and intensely hostile. It did not want her there, it did not want her help, if anything it actively could not imagine taking it.

So what compelled her to take another step, and then another, ignoring the increasingly intense noises of warning from the waterfowl, was frankly completely and utterly beyond her.

Before she really knew what she was doing, Kara had closed the distance between herself and the duck and had crouched down, despite all warnings, despite not knowing how to actually tend to a duck. Even though it was wild, even though it clearly really hated her and despite every last warning Eliza had made her repeat like a mantra, she couldn’t help herself.

The duck was wounded. That, simply, would not do.

    “Kara,” Eliza said the word with unhidden exhaustion.

Jeremiah, hand pressed over his mouth and shoulders shuddering with restrained mirth, stood beside her.

Alex was, of course, up in her room, completely unaware.

“She’s hurt,” Kara explained, the duck tucked against her mud-soaked shirt. She’d figured out that the duck had been a girl sometime during the period where it had repeatedly tried to maul her, to little effect. It had taken two hours of persistent cajoling, but at this point the duck was mostly sedate.

That or resigned, she couldn’t really tell.

“Yes, honey,” Eliza tried again, this time her voice going for soothing. “But sometimes animals get hurt, you can’t just take every hurt animal in.”

Kara stared blankly ahead. “Of course I can’t.” That was obvious, thank-you-very-much. She knew she couldn’t house every last animal, okay? “But this one?”

“It does seem pretty docile,” Jeremiah said, considering.

Eliza snapped her head around to him, a look of betrayal on her features. “It’s wild, Jer!” She hissed right back, as though Kara wasn’t here and didn’t have enhanced hearing abilities and could literally hear what they were saying.

“We tamed wild wolves,” Jeremiah tried, again.

Eliza threw her arms up. “As newborns! That’s a fully grown duck!”

The duck in question, name still to be decided, quacked tiredly.

Jeremiah’s smile broadened, almost teasingly. “And yet, it seems to be handling Kara well.”

Eliza stared daggers at her husband for a while, bringing to mind vivid memories of the time she’d caught her own mom reaming her father for eating the last off-world cookies they’d brought back on one of their trips. After a moment, she glanced back at the duck, then to Jeremiah, before huffing. “Fine, but if that so much as tries to bite one of us, I am going to cook it.”

And that was, in the end, how Kara ended up spending the remainder of winter break putting a duck house together with Jeremiah.

    Sally - the duck, name decided on by Alex in a moment of frustration when Kara hadn’t been able to figure one out, and it had just kinda stuck - outlived Jeremiah by a year.

Both deaths had been crushing, and so had the things that followed it. Alex pulled away again, Eliza was overcome by grief, the house grew a bit too quiet, a bit impersonal over the year after Jeremiah’s death.

She took to walking the trail over and over again after Sally died, not entirely sure what to do with herself. Sally hadn’t ever quite acclimated to being house-bound, but at the same time, in hindsight, she hadn’t had much of a choice, either. Her wing had been broken in all the wrong ways, it would never be fully operable again, and eventually Kara was pretty sure she had come to see the small little region of the backyard they’d fenced off for her as her own.

Kara got better, in her own opinion, at social things—at blending in, for lack of a better term. She didn’t make any new friends, and going into high school hadn’t brought any new changes with it either. Midvale was a small town, affluent, yes, but very, very small. Everyone who went to middle school went to high school together, and her reputation carried, however unfortunate that might be.

She made a friend in Kenny Li.

Lost a friend, just like Jeremiah, just like Sally.

It was not long after that, tracing that same old trail, that an impulse overcame her. An impulse she hadn’t had in a while, but an impulse nevertheless. She knew better than to feed into it, knew better than to consider it, but it’d always been there, floating in the back of her head like an intrusive thought. She had just been in a better place to overcome it.

Her steps took her out of the forest, down the long, winding sidewalk into the actual city, up the road, to the right, and up to one of the farming retailers. She walked in, mud-caked shoes and all, ignored the odd looks she was getting from the cashier, and very, very firmly asked for a baby chicken.

When asked why, she told them it was for school.

They believed her.

    Clucks was a considerably easier venture to handle. Eliza hadn’t made a comment on it, and Alex was too busy getting into fights with Vicki Donahue to pay any attention to her. She was pretty sure Eliza didn’t approve, especially not after she spent a lot of time and a solid 90% of her “savings” - however much that can mean anything when you’re getting an allowance - to retrofit the waterlogged duck house into a proper henhouse, but the occasional bag of feed would randomly pop up, and Eliza’s silence was, in a way, itself its own form of permission.

Watching Clucks grow, however cliche, felt like it... unlocked something in her, for lack of a better term. The process of biological growth, the sleepy blinking eyes, the little calls she made—it made her curious. She hadn’t been curious in years, not since Krypton, not since she was slated to join the Science Guild and all that entailed. Earth was, for better or for worse, strictly speaking completely and utterly behind her for the most part. Her advantage would probably wean off if she followed scientific education into college, to be fair, you can only teach a child so much in so many hours, but she didn’t really have to try at school - hadn’t had to try at anything, really, outside of social situations and look where that had gotten her - in a very long time.

She started watching birds, more than she normally did. She’d spend the hours she wasn’t beholden to caring for Clucks and her fussy eating habits staring at them in the trees, keeping a record of them in her notebook, sketching them. Doing everything in her power to look them up, find out what made one bird different from the other, even if they looked very similar. Christmas that year netted her a high-quality camera and a small collection of encyclopedias specifically for avians.

To be completely honest, that was about the point where her fascination with birds turned into a passion.

    “What do you want to do?” Mrs. Hubbard, the guidance counsellor, finally asked.

Kara stared back, completely and utterly not sure how to respond to that. It was her last year at high school, she could do more or less anything she wanted outside of maybe history and English literature. Those were places where her interstellar knowledge could do her precisely nothing to aid and she was almost always too busy looking after Clucks, having aged to the point where it was starting to become necessary, or looking for new birds, photographing them, adding them to a wall.

Instead of vocalizing any of that, Kara shrugged.

Mrs. Hubbard frowned, a thoughtful expression slipping over her features shortly after. She spun in her computer chair, reaching down to one of the drawers on her desk and, with a few short tugs and some rummaging, pulled out the local newspaper.

On it was one of her photos. One that Alex had sent in after she had refused to do so. It was of a red-crested cardinal, very rare in this part of the continent, almost unheard of, really. They didn’t like people, but she had spent the majority of an entire day lying in wait until she could get just the right perfect shot. It had come out really good, in her opinion.

“You took this, right?” Mrs. Hubbard asked, flicking through the scant few pages that made up the school’s newspaper. “You said you had an interest in birds, what about that?”

Kara shrugged. Again.

“Just, please consider it?” Mrs. Hubbard tried, and Kara forced a reassuring smile to her face to give the woman some room to breathe. She was fifty-going-on-sixty, with a head of curly gray hair and a perpetual wrinkly cast to her face. Kara was sometimes worried she’d fall over at any time, frail-looking enough to be daunted by a weak breeze.

“Alright.”

    She got into National City University almost accidentally, really. She’d sent out applications more or less to wherever they would fit, throwing Mrs. Hubbard’s idea at the wall to see if it would stick.

Turns out, National City University, alongside a relatively well-known arts and marketing department, and its regularly-lauded bio-engineering course, had courses for ornithology. Well, more specifically, she was accepted for a Bachelor’s in Wildlife Biology and intended, as far as Eliza had helped her plan, to get a Master’s - and possibly, eventually, a Ph.D. - with an emphasis on ornithology.

She got in on a scholarship too, which was nice. Her own scientific background was starting to come up a bit empty, though, too many things that humans hadn’t quite figured out yet combined with gaps that would’ve been filled, had she continued her career on Krypton. Still, it said something that she could think about Krypton nowadays without that pervasive ache, that emptiness that drove her to walk in circles on a muddy path until her head would stop being so noisy.

Clucks died the summer leading into her university admission. She took apart the henhouse and buried her with it out back, capped by a small stone that only she, Eliza, and to some extent Alex knew the importance of. It wasn’t much, but it felt... nice, final, like putting everything to rest after all this time.

Alex had been, admittedly, less than impressed she was following her to National City, but then Alex wasn’t impressed with her a whole lot lately. She spent a lot of time out partying, she’d heard the yelling matches - albeit from a distance - that Eliza and Alex had spiralled into as of late. So she just took her opinion into account, acknowledged it, but did precisely nothing more with it, primarily because she wasn’t well-equipped to deal with Eliza’s constant pressuring of Alex or Alex’s habitual need to prove herself.

At least this time she didn’t buy a bird.

    That was a lie. She bought another bird.

Well, not bought. Found might be more operative, really. A pigeon’s egg that had been haphazardly left on her dorm’s windowsill like a gift from an outside influence. The dorm had, with the exclusion of medical aid animals, a wholesale ban on pets. Understandable, if anything it made a whole lot of sense not to trust university students with pets like cats or dogs because not long after you’d probably find out you’ve made an entirely new ecosystem just in the dorm buildings alone.

That, however, did not stop her from keeping it. Or incubating it. Or getting special permission from one of her teachers who really liked her to play the entire thing off as a long-term project towards her study of how city-dwelling has modified the behaviours and physiology of native bird species in the region.

It technically wasn’t a pet if it was a project, and all that.

Thank god she didn’t have a roommate. She wasn’t great at lying but she was pretty sure it would not hold up in the face of someone who was around her for any length of time.

Cook, the male pigeon she was now rearing, was docile, fat and the laziest bird she had ever met. It was fascinating, but also very very nice. Cook was really the first bird which let her touch them, brush her fingers over their crest, observe their talons and all the other fun things. She hadn’t known how to properly handle Sally back when she first got her, and by the time she had, Sally was old and holding her would only ever end up with her thrashing, so it wasn’t safe. Clucks was better about it, but had been a notoriously flighty hen with snappish tendencies that had made physical contact largely impossible.

Cook was the equivalent of a male ginger cat: spoiled rotten, but too lazy to be particularly rotten.

Birds served to be something of a perpetually rotating door of new and interesting things. Kryptonian birds, aside from being extinct for hundreds of years due to core mining destabilizing their cliff habitats, were only abstractly similar. They were both feathered, both laid eggs, but Kryptonian birds, for starters, did not have gizzards. She wasn’t sure why - though, her guess was that it was because after a certain point there weren’t really any rocks the birds could eat that weren’t also poisonous - but they just didn’t, and finding out that birds ate rocks to grind food up had been absolutely one of the highlights of her youth.

The worn pages of her encyclopedia could attest to that.

Just, gizzards. How could something like that even evolve? She wanted to find out, wanted to know, and she did everything in her power to find it out. She read papers, did research, she had avenues open to explore all those questions that high school science teachers couldn’t answer, or things which only had theories and weren’t taught as a direct consequence. It was like being a fish in a pond for her.

She didn’t even realize she was reaching the end of her Bachelor’s until someone brought the fact up to her.

    “I want you to try for this,” Professor Vance said, sliding the slip of paper over to her.

Curious, Kara plucked it by one edge and brought it up. At the very top, ‘CATCO WORLDWIDE MEDIA’ was written in a huge, distinct font, and below that was a rather blunt four paragraphs on the new nature magazine they were working on. They were looking for prospective photographers and scientists to apply for a chance to be hired or at least interned for a promised three editions at the minimum, with more if the magazine’s profit margins were high enough.

Kara glanced back up.

Professor Vance smiled. “You’re nearing the point where you have to start looking for experience work, right? I mean, keeping your grades as they are will keep you in a scholarship if you want to just move straight to your Master’s, but I’d really prefer it if you considered this. I’m friends with one of the people who pushed for this, she promised she’d give your work a look if you sent it in after I showed her a few of the pictures you left me with of Cook.”

This was... definitely an option, for sure. She wasn’t sure she wanted to do it, but the fact that she could get in on the ground for something like this, that it was there, that there was no real harm in trying - after all, despite the rule about not being involved with newspapers or the news in general, this didn’t technically qualify, did it? - for better or for worse. She wanted to try, wanted to do something, wanted to explore more and maybe have the way she saw the world be something other people could empathize with, or even understand.

She thought back to the newspaper for a moment, to how it had put her here in the first place. After waffling so much on what she wanted to do, on where she wanted to go, to find out that the option of taking up this line of study had been such a smart option, one that had been so fulfilling, well.

It felt like a sign.

She just hoped to Rao it wasn’t an omen.

    She had learned, maybe in her second year at NCU, that most of her wardrobe was not going to work with the outdoor labs and observation studies that had become part of her life. She’d, with great reluctance, shucked her fondly-loved pastels for a wardrobe mostly consisting of heavy-duty and androgynous clothing. A lot of durable pants, a lot of t-shirts, few skirts, more shorts than anyone had any right to own, boots. So many boots.

Which, as it would happen, is not the type of wardrobe you should be wearing in the event that you’re meeting one of the richest women on the planet. Cat Grant, media mogul, she had clawed her way up from her beginning as an aide to Perry White and had carved out a cranny for herself in the international media circus that defined human culture.

She might be five-two on a good day, but she was as intimidating as any person Kara had met.

Cat’s eyes, roving over her dress pants, dress shoes - that she had borrowed from Alex after panicking, they didn’t quite fit right—too small for her feet, left her toes cramped like nobody’s business - white dress shirt and tie, felt at the same time an attempt to observe her and to criticize her choice in clothing.

Not that it had been a choice, considering this was about all she had left in terms of “formal wear”. She hadn’t needed to be formal in years! She was a researcher for birds, do you know where birds generally like to be? Not in places you can navigate in a pencil skirt, is where.

“Very...” Cat Grant, the woman who had taken time out of her day to assess whether or not she deserved to belong to the fledgling nature magazine, a woman who didn’t have to do that since she was pretty sure she could hand the job off to anyone else, hesitated. She hesitated, tilted her head, glanced askance towards one of the monitors behind her, one lit up by a rainbow. Something about another country in Europe legalizing gay marriage. “Butch.”

Kara felt her face heat up, opened her mouth to correct, but couldn’t quite manage it. At all. Words, in general, were beyond her right now because Kara was pretty sure Cat Grant thought she was a butch outdoorswoman and it was very surreal. Oh god, please help. She should’ve listened to Eliza’s rules, she should’ve just kept doing labs and got her Master’s instead of trying for any of this—

“Close your mouth, for Pete's sake,” Cat—no, er, Miss Grant? That felt better—Miss Grant said in that sort of tone parents used on unruly children.

Kara’s mouth clicked shut. Thankfully she could at least follow orders.

“So this is mostly a formality, Lindsey has reassured me repeatedly that you're a good student of hers and that she has all the trust in the world for you,” Miss Grant drawled, leaning back onto one of her too-thin heels, eyes narrowing. “Can’t say I personally see it yet, but then Lindsey hasn’t lied to me yet.”

Professor Vance hadn’t said her friend was the woman herself.

She really should’ve! That was pertinent information—

“Are you going to say anything?” Miss Grant interrupted.

Kara reached up on impulse, fiddled with the frame of her glasses, pushing them back up the sweat-slicked bridge of her nose. “I like birds,” she said, stupidly. On impulse. Because she was a moron and all of her social interaction over the last four years of study had been with other people who were equally socially inept.

Miss Grant blinked, looking for a half-second completely bewildered, before her face settled back into neutral semi-disdain. “Yes,” she confirmed easily. “Your pictures said as much.”

“I would like the job?” Kara tried, the words coming out in a rush.

“Then you’ll have it,” Miss Grant said, raising one hand up to prevent any words coming out of her mouth, not that she was about to speak or anything. “But, sincerely, work on... talking. I expect more from my employees, and interns are no exception.”

    The first couple of months working as an intern and balancing her continued studies was, in all honesty, pretty rough. It took a while to find an equilibrium between the two, where she wasn’t constantly behind on one thing, and it had taken some pretty severe restructuring to her schedule.

Most of her coworkers for the new potential nature magazine were older, people who had worked in the field for more years than she had been alive for, including those she’d spent in the Phantom Zone. Most of them were men, with a few women thrown in for good measure, and a handful of them weren’t very fond of her. She was the youngest by no small margin, and she hadn’t made much of an impact yet, hadn’t yet proven herself to them.

But things got better. Alex at some point finished up her own schooling and went on to do secretive lab things that she thought Kara didn’t know about. Eliza got back to working in the xenobiology field, on-and-off, and the time spent over Thanksgivings and Christmases were defined by a near-constant chatter of scientific intrigue. It was nice, not quite a change, but more of things settling in.

She got her own apartment, even. It had been grandfathered to her by Alex, to be fair, and was absurdly cheap for the region and it required she balance a part-time job with an internship and a university degree but, well. She managed.

“You raised a pigeon, right?”

Kara blinked up at her coworker, one Richard Blackler. He was an older gentleman, in his mid-to-late sixties, with a head of absurdly thick graying hair that showed no sign of receding. “Yes?” She answered, or at least tried. Social things were still hard, she again hadn’t spent much of any time in university bothering to socialize and her restrictive friend pool hadn’t grown beyond Alex and a few others in a long, long time.

“They still around?” Richard continued.

Kara shook her head. “No, died five months ago.” Normally, pigeons lived to about six years—Cook had made it to four, in large part due to her spoiling him on food and his general distaste towards anything athletic. He’d just passed away in his sleep one day, and unlike Clucks, due to how she’d pitched Cook, she didn’t get to bury him.

Or, well, she didn’t in theory. Cook went ‘mysteriously missing’ after he had been acquired by the university and while people probably had their suspicions, there was no way to prove that she did it, considering she had flown to the roof of the building and broken in that way. She’d buried him back home after another flight, right beside Clucks.

“Either way,” Richard began, smiling guilelessly. “How would you feel about a short trip to Metropolis?”

...Not great? Clark was uh, upset wasn’t the operative word. Clark didn’t really get upset with her. Maybe ‘disappointed’ might be better? He just, they hadn’t talked in a while. Like, three years a while, because she had been busy and she was bad at opening up lines of communication and—

“You’ll get your name on the article. It’s about how city birds have adapted.” Richard’s smile grew significantly less guileless, and suddenly Kara had the ominous sensation that she had walked into a trap. “After all, that’s what you were doing an extra study on, right?”

...Ah. Shoot.

She’d forgotten about that.

    Clark met her at the airport with Lois. He’d taken one long look at her, her outfit - jeans, big mountain-hiking boots, a huge backpack, and a massive sweater - and pulled her into a tight hug, saying how he’d missed her.

She’d returned the hug, empowered by her own guilt and the fact that Clark was among some of the few people she could hug at full strength without risking crushing them to a pulp.

“So, you said a few weeks, but do you know how long you’ll be staying with us exactly?” Clark asked sometime into their drive towards his place, one hand steady on the wheel as he stared, looking utterly bored, at the red light in front of him.

“Twenty days, if that’s okay?” Kara managed to get out, folding her hands together. “I can find another place to stay if—”

“Nope,” Lois interrupted brightly, and Kara couldn’t help the tug of her own lips pulling up into a smile, even as she buried her chin in the fluff of her oversized sweater. “You’re staying with us, and if Clark has an issue with that...”

“Which I don’t,” Clark said airily, pulling the car back into motion as the light turned to green. Someone behind them leaned on the horn, and Kara winced.

“Which he doesn’t,” Lois echoed, not missing a beat. “But if he did, he’d be sleeping on the couch. Outside. In the rain. Because I’m not letting my boyfriend’s little cousin get exploited by the absolute shit housing market in our fine city.”

“Wait,” Kara interrupted. Because, well. Wait. “Boyfriend?”

Lois and Clark turned to look at her. She shrunk back.

Lois, without looking up, aimed a swat at Clark’s head. He yelped, the car lurched a little, but didn’t stray too far. “Eyes on the road, Smallville, and seriously you didn’t tell her?!”

“I thought she knew! I wasn’t exactly subtle!”

“Yeah, well, she clearly doesn’t!”

“We’ve been dating for nearly ten years now! I thought it was obvious!”

    One of the benefits nobody tells you about when you’re gifted yellow sun derived superpowers is that you don’t get sore, or achy, or anything. Kara had vivid memories of having regular morning cramps as a kid in her legs during her growth period, the sort of charlie horse-esque bundles of agony.

Normally this wouldn’t really be a very real benefit. Sure, she might never wake up with an ache in her back because she slept wrong, but in any other line of work that would just be nice. Not something that informed her day-to-day.

But when she spent hours on her stomach, perched into awful positions that she knew should be doing some pretty awful things to her musculature, all to take a photo of a pair of pigeons and a crow in some half-lit, dingy alleyway smelling like a laundromat, well. It became important. Very important. She got a lot of very real envy for being able to get up after a photoshoot like this sort of thing without even wincing, still limber despite the horrible things she had been doing to her posture.

Admittedly she wasn’t totally fond of the fact that she was laying in an alleyway with her camera out and it was really not hygienic under any definition of the word, and everything kinda smelled, and there was a cigarette butt a few feet away from her that didn’t really smell like nicotine, no sir, but she’d take the upsides to the downsides. She kinda had to, considering the series of events that led her to laying down in some alleyway on an alien planet.

Finally, after hours of patience, after everything, she was lining up her shot. The camera Eliza gave her all of those years ago still felt sturdy in her hands, perfectly suited to fit between her palms. She could see the pigeons finally settle in, looking relaxed even despite how close the crow was, who themselves seemed to be content as well. It would be a perfect image to run with for her article and—

“Oh my god, are you okay?!”

The birds flew away.

Kara felt something inside of her die.

Turning her head slowly, achingly, to find the source of the voice which had just ruined hours of sitting around on the awful shitty ground of Metropolis all to get a single photo she kinda didn’t need but that sunk cost fallacy had rendered impossibly important, Kara finally set her sights on the person in question.

It was a woman, about her height, with long, black hair, bright green eyes, and lips almost cherry red. Her skin was that sort of pale that seemed almost washed out, though there was a hint of colour to her cheeks from the cold outside. She had high cheekbones that led down into a defined jaw and chin. She spoke with a slight Irish lilt, very disconnected, a long-faded accent, a bit like the one she had.

She was, in a word, very, very pretty.

Stupidly pretty.

Like, end of the world pretty.

“The, birds,” Kara managed to get out between her stupid lips and stupid brain that was currently trying to process the pretty woman staring down at her. The one wearing the sort of business casual with long pants and heels, all the things she had tried to be with her wardrobe during that one meeting with Miss Grant that had brought her here in the first place.

The woman’s eyes flicked up, caught sight of the birds flapping wildly to new spots. Her eyes glanced down, caught sight of her camera, clutched tightly, and her face widened into shock, then guilt. “Oh, shite”—the last word was murmured beneath her breath quickly, like she was afraid of someone overhearing it—“I am so sorry, were you about to take a photo?”

Kara nodded, because words were frankly beyond her and—actually, thinking about it, why did this always happen around women? She could look a man down and say exactly what she thought but when it came to women she just, y’know, couldn’t.

Actually, on second thought, now really wasn’t the time.

“Jeez, I just—that’s bad. I am so sorry, I don’t think they’re coming back down.”

Kara spared the birds a glance, all puffed up and looking mightily offended by being interrupted in their naps. They probably weren’t, yeah.

“Here, uh,” the woman reached into one pocket, rummaging around until she could procure a card-sized piece of paper. Reaching up to one ear, she plucked the pen out from behind it, scribbling something down before, finally, crouching down and handing it off to her. “I know this is really suspect, but, if you need any help within reason, call this number? I have to go and yell at someone.”

Kara glanced down.

The words ‘Lena Luthor’ and a long string of digits which constituted a phone number stared back up at her.

Her mind ground to a shuddering halt.

    Jack was laughing hysterically by the time she stormed back into the classroom.

“You absolute dick!” Lena yelled, pointing at him.

It only made him laugh harder. The ass, the childish, fucking absurd ass.

“You could’ve told me!” Lena continued, unabated, because Jesus Christ was that fucking embarrassing.

She’d walked up to the window not five minutes ago because Jack kept getting distracted by something out there, and she’d looked down to find a woman on her face, legs splayed out, tense as a wire. Assuming the worst, and not having Jack to rectify that assumption, she’d run down to check to make sure she wasn’t out cold or worse yet dead and—and—

“Stop laughing!” She wailed.

Her best friend doubled over, laugh sputtering off into a wild series of unsteady breaths. He wiped his eyes, a snort escaping him in a woosh every few seconds. “You didn’t ask,” he teased, glancing up at her from between his fingers. “She had to have been down there for like three hours. All for some pigeons.”

Lena had been trained to be socially adroit, had been all but groomed to be publicly adored, and despite Lex’s continued attempts to ram the family name into the dirt, she had managed that much.

Or at least, she had thought she did.

“God damn it, Jack,” Lena managed to get out with a sigh.

Jack started laughing again, the prick.

    Clark and Lois sat around the table with her. The card was in the center of the table, innocuous blue ink standing out against the white-and-black of what, upon closer inspection, was a small advertisement for a gay bar.

She, purposefully, did not look at Clark.

“You’ve been here for five days,” Lois said, not sounding terribly surprised.

“Under a week,” Clark agreed with a hum, voice gravelly. “New record?”

Lois, out of the corner of her eye, paused, head tilting thoughtfully. “Think so?”

“It’s the Kryptonian curse,” Clark said sagely, or at least, sagely enough that Kara had to remind herself he was being sarcastic and there was, hopefully, not a literal curse attuned to Kryptonians out there. She had been given bedtime stories about the cults who had worshiped Yuda Kal and what they would do to kids who stayed up too late. “But, more seriously, you probably shouldn’t do anything with this.”

“I wasn’t even sure what I was going to do with this,” Kara muttered, reaching for it.

Lois swatted her hand. “A pretty girl gave you her number on the back of a girl bar advertisement, I think that warrants something.”

“Lois,” Clark said, voice tinged with a warning. “She is a Luthor.”

“And Zod’s a Kryptonian, but that hasn’t stopped me from—”

Kara leapt to her feet with enough force to send the chair away, snatching the card up and pressing both hands to her ears. “Nope!” She yelled, waddling back and towards the guest bedroom, ignoring Lois’ unbidden cackles. “Not thinking about that! I’m going to go study!”

    Idle curiosities, if not previously made clear, were her banes. The card had sat like a hunk of particularly volatile uranium in her bag throughout the remainder of her stay in Metropolis, even after. Her thoughts had constantly been dragged back towards it, even when she’d been awkwardly congratulated for her article and the interest people had taken in the magazine. Even when she was raised from intern to part-time - she had an actual salary now, she didn’t have to work at Noonan’s, and however much she would miss the free food, she wouldn’t ever miss working retail - her thoughts would, inevitably, be dragged back to it.

The curiosity never really left her. Not even after Lex Luthor was arrested after killing over 30 people in an attempt to murder her cousin. Half the reason she knew anything about it was because she’d become fixated on seeing how Lena responded, seeing her take the reigns, seeing her push for a rebranding.

She didn’t forget about her when she decided to finish her Master’s early, stopped taking her time with the sciences and pushed herself far, far ahead of where people had assumed her to be, finishing everything out before the year ended.

Even when her sister’s plane fell, even when she plucked it out of the sky. Even when she revealed herself to Winn, a coworker who regularly came over to the nature magazine’s office for reasons completely beyond her. Even after Astra, even after Myriad, even after Non and Fort Rozz and flying up into space and nearly dying.

She never forgot. It was the intrusive thought to end all intrusive thoughts, the card still tucked away in her sock drawer, waiting for the chance to be used.

    It had been a while since she needed to dress up. This time, however, she had the disposable income to afford some things and didn’t have to steal her sister’s shoes, so that was a plus. It wasn’t that much different from the ensemble she’d worn those years ago when she’d met Miss Grant, though at least this time around it was refined. She wore the same dark dress pants, and with her own set of dress shoes, alongside a button-up white dress shirt, with sleeves rolled to her elbows.

Lena Luthor’s secretary stared back at her, utterly unimpressed. “Name and appointment?” She drawled.

Kara tried not to fidget. “Uhm, er—Kara Danvers, with CatCo Nature? Here to interview Miss Luthor about her new push for environmentally friendly tech?” More specifically her recent developments in helping regrow the redwood forests, in the canopies of which were actual ecosystems that needed protection.

The secretary stared narrowly at her, suspicious and unwelcoming but, thankfully, Kara had grown up enough not to fold beneath it.

Letting out a sigh, the woman motioned towards the door. “She’s waiting for you.”

    Lena Luthor had been having a trying few months. Lex had gone insane, she’d had to help sentence her brother to multiple life sentences,  she’d had to take over L-Corp, break off her friendship with Jack - as, despite joking about it, both of them weren’t comfortable with being any more than each other’s beards - by leaving Metropolis. She’d had to deal with Clark motherfucking Kent breathing down her neck not a few days ago. She’d had to deal with the fact that Supergirl likely didn’t trust her because her brother had, repeatedly, tried to murder her cousin.

She’d had to deal with a lot. Too much, really. It was actually starting to get to her. Lena knew she could be suited to be a CEO—that much wasn’t up for debate. She could do it, she just... didn’t want to. She liked being a lab worker, liked exploring the field of study she so enjoyed, liked a lot of things about her old life.

But she had to step up to the plate, considering the other alternative was her mother and if she thought Lex handled the company’s money poorly, Lilian would be a nightmare.

Running her hand over her eyes, Lena glanced back down at the report on her desk. Another bit of cash Lex had illegally squirrelled away for anti-Kryptonian weapons development. It was starting to become a pattern, to the point where she was worried she’d start finding the damn ledgers under rugs or on high shelves, considering how much he’d done to actually hide them.

Then again, nobody had even tried to look into Lex’s personal files, so it’s not a surprise he considered his own security airtight.

The door to her office opened with a steady swish, and she flicked her eyes up, catching sight just as the person opening it walked in.

Bird girl stared back at her.

...It was probably bad that it was the only name she knew her by, but ‘bird girl’ had become something of a myth among her and her close friends. Jack had made it into a joke, and it’d kinda proliferated, especially when they found out she had given her her own name and number on the back of a Frozen Strobe advertisement—that being one of the more popular gay bars in the area. Nothing about it to her had been all that funny, it had, in fact, been extremely embarrassing and she had just finally started to forget it happened.

Apparently, life was not so easy. “Ah,” she said, voice coming out awkwardly.

Bird girl smiled back, just as awkwardly, reaching up to fiddle with her glasses. “Hi,” she said, voice soft. “I’m, uh, Kara Danvers, with CatCo Nature. I’m here to talk about the redwood project?”

Oh. She could work with that.

    One hour turned into two, then three, and one meeting into two, then three, then four. Lena really wasn’t sure how things had progressed to this point, but if you got past the shy outer shell of Kara Danvers you could find for yourself a bumbling, broadly-smiling sweetheart with an absurd love for birds.

It was... weird. Lena didn’t really have friends, hadn’t for most of her life. Her family name before had been a daunting point of prestige, the Luthors were wealthy in the way that few people were. They came from old money, and lots of it, with a fair amount of prestige chasing their heels. People hadn’t wanted to be friends with her, and the ones who had just wanted what she could give them through her reputation.

She’d managed to find some friends, though. Jack, Sam, Jess, even to a certain extent Andrea of all people—and now, in National City, she had none of them. She and Jack didn’t talk much, Sam was too busy cleaning up after Lex, Jess was around, yes, but also too busy, the restructuring wasn’t a simple task, after all.

After Lex, her reputation had been ruined for different reasons. Xenophobia, hatred, things she didn’t associate with herself—people kept their distance. The gay clubs she’d gone to that one time out of a need to just get away had rejected her at the door, even despite being a long-term visitor. Nobody wanted her, she tainted everything she touched.

Except for Kara, apparently.

Kara, who was sweet and kind. Kara, who didn’t care about her last name. Kara, who stayed with her until three in the morning once, all to have an interview that was more them chatting than anything else. Kara whose Instagram was surprisingly popular and utterly devoted to birds. Kara, who loved ducks and had duck-print pyjamas she’d shown off during one of the movie nights she’d invited her over to, which she had endured even when being stared at by distrusting eyes by Kara's adoptive sister.

Kara, who was Supergirl.

Because, really, she wasn’t stupid.

But that was okay, because even if Kara was Supergirl, she could keep that secret, or at least the approximation of one. They all had their secrets, all had their wants and needs and... well, Kara was her want. And her need.

Which was not something that could stand.

So she’d done as all Luthors did and planned. Showing absurd amounts of affection to people she felt things towards before had always backfired. Lionel had been distant and unresponsive to shows of childish affection, Lillian had been worse, she’d gone so far as to complain to her about wasting money when she’d tried once, during the holiday, to give her flowers. Lex had just never been comfortable with strong displays of affection, hadn’t known how to respond to it, and so, like Lionel, he never had.

In the end, she sent Kara an office full of flowers in the hopes that maybe it’d be juuust enough to scare her off.

    Lois’ words had been something of a seedling for a long, long time. A number written on the back of a girl bar ad, the sort of plot point you’d read out of a trashy romance novel you got for free or very cheap on Kindle.

She and Lena had never really talked about sexuality. Kara’s had always been up in the air, and considering she’d been socially ostracized and not particularly invested in any of it, she hadn’t really dated in the first place. It was hard to explain to Alex and Eliza that Krypton didn’t really have a concrete concept of gendered attraction. The matrix did everything for you, you didn’t need to think about it. Pregnancy wasn’t an issue either, considering everyone was birthed through the matrix.

Girl, boy, neither, or something else—she hadn’t been raised to care, because, in the end, the matrix would choose the person she would have the best chance of loving, and any obligations to continue the progeny of the House of El would be handled by technology. She didn’t need to think about pregnancies, sex had been an almost primal concept on her planet; people did it, sure, but people didn’t talk about it because that wasn’t the primary focus of any relationship.

How could you explain that to someone who grew up being sorted into boxes? Whose concept of sexuality was tied to hard yes-or-no questions? Sure people who didn’t answer yes or no existed too—bisexual, pansexual, asexual, but these labels, they weren’t... relevant, to her. She didn’t even know what to call herself, how could she explain it to anyone else?

But, like. She wasn’t ignorant, or stupid. Or even that unaware. She knew that she had feelings for other people, however stifled, she knew what feeling attraction was like.

So, yes, she might’ve been blindsided, stumbling into her office only to find it literally almost overflowing with red roses. Yes, she might’ve been a little overwhelmed too. Sure. She might’ve felt awkward for the period of time she didn’t know who it was from, or why.

But she felt... hopeful, when she found out it was Lena.

This was all new to her. She’d put aside sexuality, put aside romance in large part because, well, it didn’t... work. For her. She’d never been given the option to explore it as a teenager and attempts to romance her, well, she’d shut down. Hard. She was over a decade too late to begin exploring that part of herself, she had resigned herself to just existing, and she’d been fine with it, you know?

Rolling the stem of a rose between her fingers, Kara wasn’t so sure if that was the case anymore.

    There were three things in life Lena had come to expect would never happen, even if it was, technically, possible.

The first was that Lex would become her brother again. Not that she had been disowned, but rather in the sense that he’d drop his xenophobic obsession and just, be her brother again. Be the person who consoled her, who took care of her when her adoptive parents couldn’t be bothered.

The next was one day clearing the Luthor name, if the first wasn’t possible. Some day, down the line, the Luthor name would no longer be associated with a mass-murderer and xenophobic technology, but she knew better than to fully expect that. Knew that it would take generations before Lex’s impact retreated from public knowledge.

The last, and final thing, was Kara asking her out on a date. Bit of a light subject to include in those other two things, she knew that, but Kara had become something of her only support line in the city at this point and you could, frankly, excuse her for putting a lot of emphasis on that.

She’d expected Kara to retreat, to pull away, to respond to her show of affection as most people had in her life.

Instead, Kara, shy, demure Kara, stood with a bouquet of flowers in one hand, wearing the very same outfit she’d met her for the second time in. Her face was beet-red, eyes wobbly and embarrassed, unable to focus on any one thing at any one time. If anything, the severity of awkwardness Kara worked under was always surprising. Supergirl was always confident, always sure, and Kara was the dead opposite. Kara was never sure-footed, always cautious, always ready to apologize.

But here she was, of her own volition, with a bouquet clutched in one hand, wearing what Lena was pretty sure was the fanciest thing she owned. After having just rushed in, ignoring Jess’ protests, and asked her on a date.

Jess, shell shocked and stunned, stood in the entryway to her office.

Kara, awkward and sheepish, stood not too far from the couch, fidgeting in place.

Lena, breathing in, then out, kept the smile from her face, if only to not look like a complete doofus. “You could’ve texted me.” Or called, really.

Kara’s flush grew brighter. “I wanted to ask in person.”

That was Kara for you. An oxymoron in every sense of the word, kind and caring and so, so very passionate. A girl who was very set in her ways, a girl Lena didn’t deserve, but couldn’t quite bring herself to resist.

“How does Friday at twelve sound?”

[supercxrpschild]

baby!danvers and the botched haircut

This is that dumb idea i had at 2am last night when i was full of cold medicine and very sleep deprived. Hope you guys enjoy! 

(Hopefully I’ll fulfil requests soon, i just happened to write two that weren’t recently ahh)

Word Count: 907

You smiled politely as you sat in the chair, your hairdresser showing you the back of your head with her mirror. You continued to smile politely as you paid and made your way out of the store, only to start tearing up as you finally made it back to yours and your sisters apartment.

“Hey, y/n! I was thinking that we could order – wait whats wrong? What happened?” Kara stopped abruptly as she took in your face that was splotchy with tears,

“My hair Kara!” You whined, she looked at you confused before realising that you were going to get your haircut after work today.

“What do you mean?” She asked, turning you around, and then – she saw what you meant. Your hair was so jagged it was as if someone was holding onto a jackhammer as they tried to cut a straight line, and the layers – they were NOT layers. It was more like ‘layer’ with chunks of your hair being a couple inches shorter than the rest. Now, you weren’t a vain person, but you did take pride in your hair, it being such a lovely rich y/h/c.

“Ooh, okay, its okay little one! Its really not that bad!” Kara lied through her teeth, you turned around and gave her a ‘really.’ look.

“Okay so maybe it’s a little bad…” Kara trailed off,

“Kara its possibly the worst haircut I’ve ever seen.” You said, walking over and slumping down on the couch. Kara fought the laugh that was bubbling up inside her, because one, you were being incredibly dramatic, and two – she kinda thought you were justified in saying that though. It was pretty bad.

“Maybe you should go back tomorrow and get them to fix it?” She suggested, making you look up,

“Are you nuts?! I’m not going back there!” She didn’t manage to suppress the giggle at that,

“Well, then, I guess… I could fix it for you!” You got up and backed away,

“Kara, If you’re implying that you wish to use those wild laser eyes on my already messed up hair-”

“Oh come onnnn, I did it when you were little!”

“Yeah and I had a bowl cut for months after that!” Kara sighed in defeat and rolled her eyes – it was a short, but it wasn’t a bowl cut, although you’ve sworn for years it was.

“Fine, then what do you wanna do? Call Alex?” You rolled your eyes, duh! Of course! Alex!

“Why didn’t we think of that before!?” You shouted, grabbing your phone and rushing to your room to call Alex, leaving Kara shaking her head and laughing.

Alex, reluctantly, agreed to come over then and fix your hair; “As long as you guys give me food”, to which you replied by yelling out to Kara to order an extra pizza.

“I’m only doing this because you’re cute okay” Alex greets as she walks in the door, you beamed and wrapped your arms around her midsection,

“You’re the best sister ever!”,

“Hey!” Kara called out from the bathroom, where she was gathering supplies.

You rolled your eyes, then turned around, Alex let a laugh fall out. “Damn kiddo, who’d you let cut your hair? Edward scissorhands?” You hit her, but let out a laugh too.

“Okay, we got the brush, the scissors, a towel, some water… do we need anything else?” Kara spoke as she walked from the bathroom to the kitchen.

“Nope, that should be it” Alex said, pulling out on of the stools and tapping it, indicating for you to sit down.

“Alex, you know what you’re doing right? Just you know, evening it out to the ‘layer’ and stuff? Its going to be okay right?” You said, beginning to get anxious.

“Chill out little one, its going to be fineee, I’ve cut your hair before remember? When Kara butchered it with her heat vis—” Kara cut her off,

“Yeah yeah, we’ve already been over that story tonight.” You and Alex giggled as she put the towel around your shoulders and began brushing your hair out.

As you felt the brush and Alex’s fingers move through your hair, you heard more laughs. You turned around to see both your sisters trying (and failing) to hold their giggles,

“Sorry, sorry, I’m getting back to it!” Alex said as she met your glare.

She sectioned it, making it seem like she knew what she was doing, then made the first cut. Then another, and another. Your y/h/c hair floating down to the floor.

“Can I do one?! Just one little snip?!” Kara barely got her puppy eyes on before you said ‘No way’.

You shifted around, uncomfortable having sat there for so long, your eldest sister having to grab your head and position it maybe one too many times before she said,

“Will you stop moving? I’m almost done!” you huffed and stopped. A few more snips and she was done. Your hair now considerably shorter than what you started the day off with, but it was even and looked normal so you were happy.

“Thank you Alex!!” You exclaimed jumping up into her arms and then running to the mirror, leaving Kara and Alex to clean up.

“We’re going to be teasing her about this for a while, aren’t we?” Kara said, foraging for the broom and handing it to Alex who scoffed,

“Of course, you didn’t think we’d let her off that easy, did you?”

[returningwriter]

A Night at Kara’s

Sequel to A Night at Lena’s and A Night at the Lux

Kara takes Lena on that date she promised her at the start of this story. Of course, they head back to Lux.

Lucifer cameo in this story and it sort of replaces that date scene in season 5 of Supergirl, the Supercorp fans know which one

Food a cooking, check. The cute pink dress on, that she knew Lena liked looking at her in, check. Any emergencies requiring Supergirl's immediate attention within a five-hundred-mile radius? Nope! Working down her mental checklist, Kara darted around her apartment with a huge smile on her face. This would be her first official date with Lena but counting their unofficial platonic ones it was more like their thirty-second date. The plan was to start with dinner at her place, then take the raven-haired cutie to the movies, followed by a quick hop over to L.A. for some dancing at Lux. They had to keep things fairly low-key, Lena was still a Luthor and a public figure and this was still new for the both of them.

Checking the time, she sniffed the lasagna cooking in the oven, quickly re-tossed the kale-salad and then decanted the bottle of wine that Kate had promised her would loosen Lena up something fierce. Having a sister and a friend who were both out had made things a bit easier, but Alex and Kate were giving her conflicting information, to say the least. Alex advocated for taking things slow and not rush into anything. Ha! If her sister only knew! Meanwhile, Kate was more aggressive with her more R-rated, no X-rated, suggestions but that was more out of playfulness than anything else. What she was sure of, however, was that this was totally worth sacrificing game night for.

Plus, she felt like rushing a bit, three years of wasted time was long enough and the week since staying the night at Lena’s apartment had gone by agonizingly slow. Sure, the world having been turned upside down after the Crisis didn’t help matters and working with Lex Luthor put her teeth on edge since she wanted to kick him into the Sun. But none of that was going to get in the way of her dating the freaking heck out of Lena Luthor. Dating a woman, it felt weird to think it let alone say it, but here she was getting ready to do just that and it made her happy. That closet had really been dusty and boring anyways.

Coming out, however, had been a bit anticlimactic. With people’s reactions ranging from a chorus of ‘fucking duhs’ to a deafening roar of ‘its about times’ and then to the simple statements of good for you dear. Clark had surprised her the most with a simple question of: Does she make you happy?

It was clear, that all those looks between her and Lena hadn’t gone unnoticed it would seem and in the words of Eliza, she always did have the worst luck with men so what was the harm in dating Lena. In the end, she’d settled on calling herself pan-sexual, simply because that’s how things had been on Krypton and despite thirsting after Lena for the woman’s beauty, it was her mind that she loved the most.

In contrast to her coming out, Kate, well Batwoman since Kate was the most 'out' person she knew, coming out as a lesbian had sent shockwaves through the world. To the extent, that it had her debating if she should do the same as Supergirl. Again, checking the time on the oven, she decided to give her friend in Gotham a quick call. Both to suggest that idea and she needed moral support with something that had been bugging her since leaving the mythical closet which had been very empty of both talking lions and goat-men on top of being dusty.

“Don’t you have a date with your crush tonight, Sunshine?” Kate asked the moment she answered, and Kara smiled as she leaned against the kitchen island.

“Soon, I’m calling because I was thinking about that interview I did with you,” she said with a smile and a laugh because it felt awesome being asked that.

“No,” Kate answered right away before she could even go into the further details of her plan.

“I haven’t even asked you anything yet!” she exclaimed, and she had to give it to her new friend, the woman was smart.

“No, you don’t need to come out as Supergirl in solidarity with me. Take your time and get comfortable in your own skin first,” the World’s Finest friend told her and that gave her pause.

“Feels weird though, Supergirl should be out since I'm out, right? And I saw the news from Gotham it's stupid they're refusing your help based on that interview,” she admitted, wanting to jump into things was her thing and keeping secrets never ended well.

“I think it’s… sweet, that you’d do that for me so soon after figuring yourself out, but really there is no rush and I can handle one dumb police chief,” Kate assured her and she pursed her lips even though hearing the Dark Lady of Gotham use the word sweet was all kinds of strange.

“Plus, you’re an alien, pretty sure human social constructs don’t matter to Supergirl, right?” her friend went on and now she was chewing on her bottom lip thinking.

“I guess it hasn’t been that long, Kate… when did you know?” she asked and tossed the kale salad again for good measure.

“About myself or about you?” her friend asked with laughter in her voice and she was thankful that the Crisis had brought them together.

“Both, I guess,” she admitted and walked over to the table set for two, fixing the tablecloth and straightening the cutlery.

“I’ve known since I was about thirteen, and with you, it was kinda obvious when you talked about Lena for the first time and well you did X-ray me to check out my tats,” Kate replied with a slight chuckle.

“Why… why didn’t you tell me?” she asked with a bit of hesitation in her voice as she fixed the chairs again and trying not to think about those tattoos too hard.

“Wasn’t my place to do so and you were still figuring things out, but if you taking a peek at me helped then I'm glad it did. Now stop talking to me and get ready for your date!" her friend explained and annoyingly she was right before teasing her again.

“Thanks Kate, I’m going to super-speed clean my apartment again before Lena comes okay?” she thanked her fellow Paragon and that earned her a laugh.

“I hope she knows how lucky she is, and don’t stress yourself out too much Sunshine. From what you’ve been texting me you’ve got this,” Kate assured her and that made her feel a bit less nervous.

Hanging up on her friend she then sped around her apartment making sure everything was perfect. The couch got straightened, the bed was pushed against the wall and she made it up again just in case she got lucky again. That was among the biggest surprises, the sex and how by great Krypton's ghost good it was. Sure, there had been awkward moments but with Lena, it just worked.

Hearing Lena approaching before the woman even knocked on her door she darted to the mirror and took off and put her glasses back on ten times in quick succession before settling on keeping them on, for now. Fixing her hair, having decided on leaving it down for the evening, she took a deep breath and opened the door and then promptly all power of speech left her.

Standing outside her apartment, holding a massive bouquet of red roses and a box of chocolates was Lena Luthor, in all her splendor and glory. Wearing a revealing black dress, heels that would break a lesser woman’s ankles and her dark hair gathered up elegantly on the top of her hair. Yep, Lena cut an imposing figure and why wasn’t her brain working? Her eyes worked fine and her heart did too, but the ol'brain wasn't responding right now.

“Keep staring like that darling and I’ll start charging admission,” the husky-voiced former-CEO teased her while pushing out her chest a bit and that rebooted her brain. So much cleavage! Bare shoulders! Calm down, Danvers!

“I was so freaking dumb!” she declared and pulled the raven-haired beauty in for a hug, which was a bit awkward with Lena holding both the flowers and chocolates.

“Yes, yes you were,” Lena teased her again and kissed her on the cheek before stepping into the apartment.

“I’ll just put these in water,” she blurted out before zooming to the kitchen and a nanosecond later the roses were indeed in water.

“I missed coming here,” her friend, no correction girlfriend or wait was that too soon, stated and wandered around the apartment.

“I missed having you over, though this is a bit different, isn’t it?” she asked and felt herself blushing.

“Now that we’re dating you mean?” Lena asked her straight out which gave her a very fuzzy feeling inside her tummy and she was pretty sure she hovered about an inch off the floor.

“Yeah and I get to do this,” she laughed and darted forward, kissed Lena on the lips, then at super-speed she brought out the food faster than the eye could see and finally pulling down her glasses she lit the candles with her heat-vision.

“Ta-dah! No secrets, right?” she asked as Lena observed her with an amused expression on her face.

“No secrets, for the record Lex, covered his trail well and looks clean and I’ve pivoted the Hope A.I. research into less... revenge focused avenues,” Lena said and that made her smile.

They’d had some difficult talks, about Lex, Hope, the Crisis and how much the lies had hurt, but they both knew that for their fledgling relationship to work they’d have to put all their cards on the table. The Crisis had reset a lot of things, but when Lena had told her how hurt she’d felt when Lex told her that Kara was Supergirl. While she’d explained that the reason she’d held back telling Lena, was because she had never wanted her to feel like Eliza and Alex had so often done when she was hurt. Lena had looked at her for a long time after that admission, called her an idiot and then hugged her tightly.

“Uh uh, no DEO drama, no past drama, tonight I’m dating you,” she said and pulled out a chair for the stunning green-eyed woman.

“I can live with that,” Lena said with a genuine smile and took the seat as she plated up the lasagna and the kale-salad.

“Oh, now I know that you want to make this relationship work because you actually made salad,” Lena joked, and she giggled while pouring them each a glass of wine.

“It hurt my soul to make it and I almost added sugar to it,” she joked back and sat down, raising her glass and looking into those kryptonite green eyes.

“To new beginnings,” she declared holding out her glass to which Lena smiled and clinked her glass against it.

“To not being dumbasses anymore,” the raven-haired beauty declared, that made her laugh and almost spill her wine.

“What? It’s true, for one genius and one superhero we were being pretty dumb,” Lena laughed, and the meal passed by full of smiles and laughter. Along with a bit of horror from Lena at how much parmesan cheese she put on her lasagna.

Following dessert, she escorted Lena hand in hand to the movie theatre nearby and it felt good to walk holding hands with Lena. Two tickets to the latest Disney movie later, at Lena’s insistence, they sat at the back of the theatre with a box of popcorn between them as they held hands.

“You’re too cute, but I love it,” Lena whispered as the trailers started playing and she squeezed her hand back.

“I guess, I wanted us to have a date like I couldn’t have back in Midvale,” she admitted and in response, Lena did a theatrical stretch and put an arm around her shoulders.

“Something like this?” the raven-haired genius teased her, and she nodded her head happily before resting it on Lena's shoulder.

Looking around the darkened theatre, it wasn’t too busy, in fact, there wasn’t a person nearby them. Taking her chance, she looked up and kissed Lena on the cheek right as her date was having a handful of popcorn. It was their first public display of affection.

“Movie is starting,” Lena whispered but squeezed her shoulder to which she gently took hold of the woman's chin and kissed her full on the lips.

“Salty…” she observed, and Lena raised an eyebrow at her behavior to which she just winked.

“I created a monster,” Lena bemoaned to which she put her free hand on the woman’s knee and squeezed it.

The movie passed way too fast, but it was pleasant, sitting next to Lena in a public space with the raven-haired beauty’s arm around her shoulders was heaven. And something about having her hand on the bare skin of Lena’s knee, a few stolen glances and simply being together felt very right and true.

“Where to next?” Lena asked as they walked out of the theatre and she looked around quickly. Two hours of touching, gentle caresses and it was driving her nuts.

Right there, on the street, she took hold of Lena’s face and kissed her in full view of anybody who cared to look. Pulling back, she looked into those green eyes and they were closed in surprise and when they opened Lena was smiling back at her.

“I need to change if you’re up for a quick flight that is,” she answered, and Lena gave her a silent nod of understanding and acceptance of the idea.

A quick outfit change later, she was Kara Zor-El, Supergirl, it had been something she’d debated but eventually settled on doing. She wanted her first official date with Lena to include both parts of her life. That meant both Kara Danvers and Supergirl got to come out and play.

“Supergirl, funny to see you tonight,” Lena teased her, and she wanted to poke her tongue out at the woman.

“Ready for a little trip?” she asked and pulled her cape off to which Lena gave at her a questioning look with a bit of confusion mixed in.

“Where are we going?” the raven-haired beauty asked but held out her arms to be picked up.

“L.A., I know this great club where we can dance,” she said and wrapped Lena up in the cape before picking her up.

“I like the sound of that,” Lena said her voice softening when she picked her up and those arms around her neck always felt good.

“Up, up and away,” she declared and took to the skies with the world's most precious cargo in her arms.

“Are you warm enough?” she asked once they were underway and Lena nodded her head before snuggling against her neck which made flying a bit harder.

“I’m warm enough... you know you radiate heat,” Lena spoke into her ear as they flew, and she had never given it much thought.

“That’s good right?” she asked and flew straighter while setting her course for L.A.

“It’s… perfect,” her green-eyed date with her windblown hair murmured into her ear and gave her a squeeze.

The flight was quiet, but this was the longest she’d ever flown with anyone in her arms she realized as they landed in an alley behind Lux. Almost not wanting to put Lena down, but she had to change before they could go dancing.

“Kara… can I ask you a favor?” Lena asked, fixing her hair and make-up using a small compact while still having the red cape draped over her shoulders. Lena looked good in Supergirl red she decided.

“Anything,” she blurted out and then blushed at how quickly she agreed to that.

“Could you… keep the suit on for tonight?” Lena asked with a look that she couldn’t really discern, was it naughty or was it something else?

“I kinda stand out... but if you want,” she agreed, and Lena gave her a quick smile before getting her phone out.

“Do you trust me?” Lena asked her after tapping at her phone a few times before putting the cape back on her.

“Yes!” she stated without a moment's hesitation and that made Lena smile so bright that it caused her to stop breathing.

“I’m reprogramming the nanites in your suit, stand still for a second and yes I know it’s hard for you to do that,” the raven-haired genius explained, and the suit began to shift around.

The cape vanished and the House of El emblem across her chest sank into the fabric of the suit. Otherwise, it remained the same, well aside from the open neckline with a hint of cleavage that Lena gave it. It felt like a bodysuit, a tight one, but something that wouldn’t look too out of place in a club like Lux.

“You and Winn should exchange notes,” she joked and ran her hands down the modified suit. Giving a happy smile both at the results and because Winn was back from the future for a little while.

“I'd... I'd like that, but for the record, I think I do much better work than him and this way I get to date Kara Danvers and Supergirl in one night,” Lena commented, and offered an arm which she took with a big smile on her face.

Lux was the same as it had been a week ago, though this time she as showing up with the most beautiful woman on the West Coast on her arm and it felt gosh darn perfect. Looking around she spotted Lucifer, lounging lazily on a spacious couch with a gaggle of girls around him but looking somewhat bored by it all.

“Come on, I want you to meet someone,” she said excitedly and escorted Lena over to her friend the Devil.

“Lucifer! Hey, Lucy!” she called out which caught his attention and he waved the girls with a devilish grin on his face.

“Kara Zor-El, didn’t think I’d see you back at my club so soon and wearing pants no less,” he greeted her in his British accented voice as he pulled his lanky frame up from the couch and then looked at Lena with a twinkle in his eye.

“And who is this?” he asked and took Lena’s hand before kissing it.

“Lena Luthor and you are?” Lena asked without flinching or reacting to Lucifer's charms and before she could introduce her as her date.

“Lucifer, Morningstar,” he introduced himself and she bit the inside of her cheek trying not to giggle. A part of her had been looking forward to how Lena Luthor, Mistress of Science, would react to Lucy.

“Ah yes, the pianist from the video, how nice to meet you,” her date said and Rao, it still felt uncanny to think of Lena as her date but in a good way. But the look on Lucifer’s face made it hard not to laugh. The Devil had probably never met a woman like Lena Luthor before.

“Oh, I see why you wanted her,” the Devil in the nice suit complimented her with a chuckle and she shrugged happily.

“Wanted me?” Lena asked looking up at her with a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“Me and… Lucy had a nice chat,” she explained not really sure where Lena stood on the whole paranormal side of things.

“Sit, sit, Emily drinks,” Lucifer offered as he motioned to the couch, the waitress that she’d danced with the other night came over and all but gave her the thumbs up when she saw Lena.

“So, you know about Kara,” Lena asked when she sat down and crossed her legs before accepting a drink from the waitress.

“Not much happens on this plane of existence I’m not aware of my dear,” he bragged, and she rolled her eyes at that.

To Lena’s credit, she was taking all this in stride, but then she was sure that inside that pretty head of hers, Lena’s brilliant mind was hard at work analyzing who and what Lucifer was even as she sipped her drink.

“He also plays the piano and sings,” she joked and fought back a blush when the waitress winked at her while handing her a drink.

The reaction to the wink was surprising but not unwelcome, with Lena firmly placing a hand on her thigh and all but glaring a hole through the girl. Jealous Lena was scary and hot!

"And don't forget that people love telling me their darkest desires," he added with a nod towards Lena.

“Alright I’ll bite, how did you get this stubborn blonde of mine to admit to liking me?” Lena asked after scaring the waitress away with a look and taking another sip from her drink.

Lucifer glanced at her, almost if asking her permission which was nice of him and it might have had something to with her vague memories of challenging him to a drunken arm-wrestling contest. Well, at least the Devil respected her.

“Go on, show her your trick,” she said with a dramatic sigh and the gleeful look on the Devil’s face was almost cute.

“Tell me what is it that you desire?” Lucifer asked, fixing his piercing eyes on Lena’s green ones and Rao if the man’s voice couldn’t melt steel. Being Pan-sexual was awesome!

“I… oh I see… well, I desire to be better… because of her,” Lena gasped with understanding dawning in her green eyes and then looked over at her when she answered Lucifer's question.

“Well, I didn’t expect that! How very altruistic of you. This one just shouted your name and made her eyes glow,” he laughed, and she put her hand on top of Lena’s on her thigh.

“Kara!” Lena laughed and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Hey, I can be stubborn, okay, and his trick doesn’t work as well on me apparently,” she protested blushing under the attentions of her raven-haired date.

“In any case my dears, feel free to avail yourself of my club’s services tonight,” Lucifer asked and rose to his feet getting ready to leave them.

“You not staying?” Kara asked feeling a bit sad since she kinda liked this strange man. He was infuriating of course but she felt like on some level that they understood each other.

“I’ve sadly got some detective related business to attend to, so I’m afraid our encore will have to wait,” he promised and grinned at her which made her blush and drain her drink

“Miss Luthor, you take good care of this angel. I’m kind of fond of her,” he said to Lena to which the raven-haired beauty grinned at him.

“I fully intend to... Old Scratch,” the green-eyed stunner that she had somehow lucked into dating teased the Devil.

“Smart girl,” he chuckled before leaving them to their own devices and Lena leaned in closer.

“You have the most interesting friends,” the sultry woman whispered in her ear and it gave her goosebumps.

“Lucy is a good guy, a bit strange but good,” she said with a smile and turned to face Lena, so they were nearly nose to nose.

“Leave it to my Kara to see the good in the Devil himself, but I agree strange is good. Now let’s dance! I want to show that winking waitress that you belong to me and me alone,” Lena stated and pulled her up from the couch.

“Uhhh okay…” she agreed with a goofy smile spreading across her face as she allowed herself to be dragged to the dance floor.

Lena Luthor didn’t play around, with pale hands firmly on her shoulders they moved together to the music and it was hard not to start floating. With her hands on the woman’s hips, she looked down and when it came to sexy devilish grins Lena had Lucifer beat, at least in her humble and very biased opinion.

“What is the plan after this?” Lena whispered in her ear while pressing herself against her and it felt like her heart was about to explode.

“I… was hoping you’d stay the night…” she whispered back and in response, Lena pulled at her earlobe with her pearly white teeth.

“Is that so, never gone home with a superhero before,” the green-eyed goddess teased her and let her hands slip down her back towards her butt.

“Careful or I’m going to…” she gasped when Lena squeezed her butt and she felt a flush rising up her cheeks.

“Going to do what… Kara Zor-El?” Lena asked with her bright red lips still against her ear and if the former-CEO wanted to play, she could play.

“Come, I think I need to show you who you’re dealing with,” she teased the raven-haired beauty and all but carried her off the dance floor.

“Ka… Kara...” Lena actually stammered when she pushed the woman against the wall in a darkened corner of the club.

“Say it… say my name... my real name again,” she whispered into Lena’s ear before kissing the side of her neck and pinning her against the wall.

“Kara... Zor-El!” the green-eyed genius moaned, and she grinned, this was another one of those things she’d never allowed herself to do with anyone before now, before Lena.

“Good, you better remember that,” she drawled into Lena’s ear before returning the favor and pulling at an earlobe with her teeth as she felt her date raise a leg up over her hip.

“Kiss me already,” Lena begged and in response, she flashed her heat-vision which made the raven-haired woman gasp.

“Say the magic word…” she teased and kissed Lena on the chin and then on the cheeks before looking into those emerald green eyes full of lust and admiration but also that Luthor stubbornness.

“Fuck… please kiss me…” Lena begged and that was all it took. She kissed her date hard on the lips with no regard for the state of that ruby red lipstick or who might see them.

Lena ran elegant fingers through her hair and then dug them into her scalp when she grabbed the woman’s firm and curvy behind and lifted her up from the floor. Lena’s legs wrapped around her waist and this was like nothing she’d ever, ever, done before. By the time she pulled back, they were both out of breath and staring at each other.

“See that wasn’t so hard,” she giggled, and that made Lena raise her eyebrow at how forward she was being.

“Take me somewhere. Now! Because I’m not having sex in a club,” Lena demanded with a look on her face that made her know that she was in for it now.

They didn’t make it back to National City and instead, they ended up in a nearby hotel. Once in their room, which Lena had paid for by literally throwing the payment in the poor night clerk's face. The raven-haired science goddess all but ripped her suit off before getting down on her knees. The last thing she remembered was looking down into Lena’s green eyes and groaning in Kryptonian for the raven-haired beauty to: “Kneel before Zor-El!” 

[superredcorp]

SUPERCORP FANFIC

Kara didn't know how long she had been swooning and gushing over last evening. She was seated with crossed legs, next to her big sister on the couch and used wild hand gestures in her excitement.

"-and then she told me that she loves me, Alex! She loves me! Rao, I can't believe this really happened, it's amazing! I never dared imagining that she actually loves me!", Kara rambled happily.

Alex just watched her with an amused look, her chin resting on her hand as she sarcastically commented: "I'm so shocked."

"I know, right? I- Wait, what? You... you knew?", Kara asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"Kara, you two have basically been eyefucking for years. Those looks you were throwing each other were way too intense to be platonic. I could basically feel the sexual tension between you two everytime you were within five feet of each other. The way you've always defended her and believed in her is just... wow. And now, you're like really touchy. Like too touchy for just best friends. And you've basically been living in Lena's appartement for weeks now. Plus-"

"Okay, okay, I get it.", Kara interrupted her, having blushed deeply and rubbing the back of her neck in embarrassment. She had never realised before that she had been that obvious with her feelings.

Alex chuckled and shook her head. "Alright. Now. Tell me, what happened after?"

Kara broke into a grin, falling back into an excited ramble as she told Alex how she had confessed her own feelings to Lena and how she had then asked her if she could kiss her. She continued to swoon about said kiss.

Her sister listened attentively, at one point feeling the need to interrupt her.

"Kara... Kara, sweetie, you're floating.", Alex said in an amused tone and with a raised eyebrow, before placing her hand on one of Kara's knees to press her back down onto the couch.

Kara just giggled a little. "Sorry. I can't help it."

As if to underline that statement, her body slowly lifted off the couch again, while she stared into nothingness with a dreamy look in her eyes and a big goofy grin on her face. Alex rolled her eyes with a chuckle as she pushed her little sister back down.

It took some minutes until Kara had snapped out of her dreamy state, smiling sheepishly.

"So, what are you gonna do now?", Alex asked. "Are you, like, official now?"

Kara's face fell and she frowned. "I- I guess so. Right? I mean we declared our love and we kissed. That... that should mean we're dating now? I think? Oh Rao, what if we're not?"

Alex laughed. "Relax, Kara. That's a very simple problem to solve. Just ask her. Or invite her on a date and then ask her."

"What if she says no to the date though?", Kara said wide-eyed, biting her lip.

"She won't. She already said she loves you. She already let you kiss her. If she did that, she won't decline a date, Kara, don't be ridiculous.", Alex reassured her. "You don't have to be scared of asking a girl on a date. You're fighting the greatest evils. You've literally almost died in a fight several times. You pulled all of that off, you're gonna do fine with this. You already had the balls to kiss her, so that's something."

Kara nodded slowly, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth. "You're right. I can do this. Piece of cake."

Alex chuckled. "Right. Go get the girl."

Kara grinned and nodded again, this time more enthusiastically. She jumped to her feet, changed into her suit to avoid being seen as a flying Kara Danvers and sped out of the appartement, right over to Lena's place.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Lena was sitting on her couch in the living room, going through her mails and text messages with the help of the software which read them out to her. Kara had installed it for her recently.

There were so many that it would probably take days to get through them. Since she hadn't been able to check them in weeks.

A soft smile spread across her face when she stumbled across the messages from Sam which she hadn't been able to read, or well listen to, before.

Suddenly though, she was startled to heard a loud thud from the balcony door. She frowned, standing up and making her way over to the door. After opening it with some small difficulties of finding the knob again, she frowned and asked quietly with hesitation: "Kara?"

And sure enough, she heard the blonde's nervous chuckle which she adored so much.

"Heh, sorry. I wanted to fly right in and thought the door would be open since it always had been the last few weeks.", Kara explained sheepishly, rubbing her neck. What an entrance. She felt incredibly guilty for actually being a little relieved that Lena hadn't been able to see that. Slamming against a glass door wasn't her greatest moment and had most definitely not looked very gracious or attractive.

Lena raised an eyebrow and a small smirk appeared on her face. "Well, it was getting rather cold in here, so I closed it. I didn't expect you to come over. At least not without telling me beforehand."

Kara grimaced. "I'm sorry. Am I bothering you? I can go and come back another time, I-"

"Not at all, Kara, I'm glad you're here. Come in.", she said softly, holding up her hand.

Kara smiled, relieved, and took Lena's hand as they made their way over to the couch.

"So, is there a special reason why you're here?", Lena asked.

"Uh, ahem, actually there is, yeah, I- uhm, I-", Kara stuttered.

She stopped abruptly when Lena placed her other hand over their already interwined ones and smiled a little. "Calm down, love, just tell me."

Kara felt like she just experienced a minor stroke when she realised that Lena had just called her "love". She swallowed hardly and chuckled nervously before continueing in a high pitched voice. "I want to ask you on a date."

A bright smile spread across Lena's lips and her cheeks seemed to become a little pink. "I would love that.", she replied quietly.

Kara exhaled and broke into a big goofy grin. "Great!"

"Where are we going? So I'll know what to wear.", Lena grinned.

"I know a really great restaurant. It's... it's rather small but their food is delicious. And I know my foods, so...", Kara trailed off, feeling herself falling into a ramble again and stopping herself before it got too embarrassing again.

"Alright.", Lena whispered.

Kara swallowed again. "Can I pick you up tomorrow at 7 p.m.?"

"Sounds lovely."

"Okay. Awesome. I- I'm looking forward to it.", Kara spoke, floundering in excitement.

"Me too.", Lena responded, the corners of her lips curled upwards.

They just sat there, smiling silently to themselves for a while, playing around with their fingers which were still interwined with each other.

"I guess, I should go then. You probably have things to do. And I kinda left Alex alone in my appartement to come here, so she's probably dying of boredom and anticipation.", Kara confessed.

Lena laughed. "We wouldn't want that to happen. Then you should get back to your sister."

Lena accompanied her to the door of the balcony.

As she stood in the doorframe, Kara fumbled with her cape and tried gathering up some more courage. "Can I... Can I, like, kiss you goodbye?"

"I wouldn't deny my girlfriend a request like that.", Lena chuckled.

"Girlfriend?", Kara squealed.

Lena seemed to pale. "I'm sorry, are you not comfortable with that? I-"

"No, no, no. I was hoping you'd say that! I was scared you might not want to... put a label on... us... yet. I didn't know if it really was official. If we really are official, you know? But-"

She was interrupted when Lena's hand glid up her arm to her face, only to close the distance of their lips and kiss her deeply.

Kara instantly melted into the kiss, her own hands raising up to cup the brunette's face.

When they pulled away, Kara smiled shyly. "Okay. Message received."

"Good.", Lena chuckled.

Kara bit her lip. "I guess I'll be going then."

Lena nodded slightly and Kara turned around to walk out to the balcony.

Before she could set off into the sky, Lena's voice let her turn back around.

"Kara?"

"Hm?"

"I love you."

Kara beamed. "I love you too."

Lena smiled.

Then Kara finally took off, not being able to help the cheerful shout for joy erupting from her throat as she spun around in the air, not knowing how else to deal with overwhelming amount of pure happiness rising inside her.

Not aware of the fact that Lena still stood in the doorway and listened carefully, listening her cheers which made her shake her head and chuckle softly. She couldn't comprehend how ever she got so lucky.

[ruels-bucket-hat]

JOKE

Part 4

Michael saw me sitting alone on the bench. “There you are! You’ve been gone for almost 15 minutes.” I stared straight ahead to the ground. He didn’t know what just happened, and he didn’t need to know. Ruel left me here after a cruiser passed by us, but he didn’t leave on a positive note. I don’t understand why I get goosebumps around him. I’ve dealt with so many criminals like him. It’s almost like without my uniform, I’m vulnerable to his presence. From the two times we’ve come face to face, I don’t know what kind of scared this was. Michael sat beside me.

We sat in silence for about thirty seconds until I finally spoke up, “I’ll do it.”

“Do what?” Michael seemed confused.

“Can you set up a meeting between me and your sergeant?”

“Whoa, are you saying you’re going to do the undercover job?” Michael stood up out of shock. I nodded my head to answer. “I thought you were going back to New York soon, the job will take longer than two days!”

“Michael, do you know why I came back to visit?” I stood up to be right next to him. The people around us didn’t need to know my story. “I got suspended. There was a shoot-out I was involved in, which is why it freaked me out so much to have Ruel Van Dijk point a gun at me. Anyway, I shot at his legs because he was armed and I didn’t want to accidentally hit anyone behind him,” I crossed my arms, showing how uncomfortable it was for me to tell Michael this. “I didn’t hit him - thankfully I didn’t hit anyone behind him either - but someone else did.” Michael was listening closely and nodded along as I continued to explain. “So I told my family what happened, and it didn’t go so well. My mom kept pestering me about if I actually shot him or not. She doesn’t approve of this career field because of the violence and what the media portrays, and for that, she believes everything off of CNN but not her own daughter.” I could feel the blood rushing to my face. “Anyway, they haven’t exactly caught the guy yet, so the case is still open. Hence why I am here and not there.”

Michael took notice of the tears that started to form at the edge of my eyes. “Well,” he put his hands on my shoulders, “Let me talk to Flagrant and we’ll see what we can do.”

“Thank you.”

“Was that who was on the phone?”

“What do you mean?” His question caught me off guard.

“You left because of a phone call. Was it your mom?”

“Oh, yeah. She was asking when I was coming back, even though I’ve told her so many times,” I shrugged. “But I guess it’s changing now.”

++

“Well you were gone longer than I expected.”

“It was a... complicated phone call,” I responded, making sure to leave out any details of my encounter with Ruel. Kara grabbed her bag from off the seat. She was staring at Liam, who was opening the passenger side door of Michael’s car. “How was your time when Michael left to get me?” I raised an eyebrow.

Her cheeks turned bright red. “Um, a-aha, well…” she stuttered.

“You don’t have to answer,” a giggle emerged. “He’s a good guy.”

She quickly interrupted my words to change the subject, “What about you?”

I opened her car door and got into the passenger seat, “What do you mean?”

She got into the drivers side and started the car. “Do you have a secret love life back in New York you haven’t told me about??”

“I wish,” I laughed. We pulled out of the restaurant parking lot. “Kara, I do want to thank you for letting me stay with you while I’m visiting.”

A small smile popped up on her face, “Well of course, you’re welcome anytime you’re here.”

“I have some news.”

“Oh what kind of news?? Good or bad?”

I hesitated before I could answer her. “Um, not sure. Both? Kind of…” my voice trailed off. “So, do you think I could stay a couple more days?”

“What for? What’s the news?”

“I asked Michael to contact his Sergeant about the undercover job.”

She swerved the car, coming to an abrupt stop. Thankfully, the roads were clear from any other vehicles. “YOU WHAT?! I thought you weren’t going to do it, why did you- did you- why-,”

“Kara start moving, we’re in the middle of the road,” I put some of her attention off of me. It probably would have been better to wait to tell her this until we were back at her place. I just didn’t think she would have reacted like this. “You remember why I came down here?”

“Yeah, something with your job and your mom… or something like that,” she responded.

“The phone call was with my mother,” I let a breath out. “It went kinda badly, so I needed an excuse to stay longer- one that my job would accept.”

“So, going undercover for one of the biggest criminals in the world right now is your answer to avoiding your mom?”

“Well when you put it that way…”

“No it’s fine, you can stay,” she kept her eyes focused on the road. The conversation kind of ended there and it was a silent ride home the rest of the way.

++

“Thank you for reconsidering this position Ms. Collins.”

“I just had to come to my senses and finally realized that doing this job would be the right thing to do,” I lied.

“We are happy to have you as a part of our team.” I was at a meeting with Sg. Flagrant discussing what I was going to be doing with the undercover job and why it was important to do so. “I know he has seen your face before, which can be a risk, but also can be used as an advantage,” he spoke while looking at his computer. “Does he know your real name?”

“No, when I met him he called gave me the name of ‘Pathetic’ and has been that ever since.”

“What do you mean ‘ever since’?” He brought his eyes to me.

“I- uh, you know like… he kept calling me that at the museum. He also said it was ‘my name now,’” I stuttered.

“Okay…” he took a look back at the screen. “Well your name is going to be Victoria now, but you will go by Tori as a nickname to make it seem more realistic.”

I nodded with his words as he gave me more information like where I would be staying, places that I would be allowed to shop, the kind of evidence they were looking for, and where they believed he was operating. What he didn’t know was that Ruel already told me where he was going next.

//taglist

@rip-lukes-balsamic @harishaanne

[zoeekar]

*goes to write a short, end of the year fic*

*hits almost 4000 words instead*

@s-nebul0sa this is fluff, right? 😂

“And so it would be advisable for people to stay indo-” The screen in front of Kara turns black and she blinks herself back to reality as a box suddenly -and roughly- nudges her arm.

“Orders aren’t going to wait for you, Danvers!” It feels like Snapper’s voice grabs her mind and forces it back to the present.

“They just said on the news that it’s dangerous to-”

“I don’t care what some ditzy reporter said on the news, Danvers. Do you want to get paid or not?”

“I do,” Kara hates every second of all of this.

“Then pack up your orders and go!” The man slaps a sticky note on the top box that has the order and the name on it and pushes Kara out the door.

The raindrops whip Kara’s cheeks as she speeds down the road on her worn-down scooter, the water splashing against her helmet and glasses, making it hard to see. Three deliveries down, one to go. All she needs to do is get to that apartment, on the other side of the city, deliver the stupid burger and then get back home to celebrate Christmas with everyone. Easy enough, she has more than enough time to do that. That said, however, whoever thought it was a good idea for people to be working on Christmas Eve had a terrible sense of humor.

She’s caught in a red light when the call from Alex gets to her and she taps the side of her helmet to answer. She feels a little bit like a badass, she has to admit, the silly rainbow helmet Alex got her a few years back does look kind of cooler with the Bluetooth addition she installed to it.

“Whatever it is, say it fast cause I’m on the road,” she says already knowing who it is.

“Are you actually outside right now?” Alex’ voice comes in muffled.

“Last delivery of the day and then I’ll be on my way back. Save some pre-drinks snacks for me!”

“I honestly have half a mind to sue your boss for reckless endangerment of an employee, did you guys not see the news? Or the outside for that matter... It’s pissing rain all day and-”

“I know, I know,” Kara rolls her eyes as she light turns green, “Snapper was being annoying again… Look, I promise, this is my last delivery for the day, I’ll be there soon, okay?” her voice hitches slightly when she takes a right turn tighter than she expects.

“If you’re speeding, I’m going to kill you,” Alex says in her serious, sister voice and Kara chuckles.

“I’m not, don’t worry,” she says. She’s definitely speeding. “I’ll text you when I’m on my way back, I have to go.”

“Okay, you better. Take care, love you.”

“Love you too.” It happens before Kara even has a chance to blink. Her hand rises to tap the side of her helmet just as a surprisingly deep puddle appears in front of her and she tries to swerve to the right using only one hand to steer. It’s a bad idea, she realizes, as she feels herself losing all control of the scooter and heads straight towards a parked car.

It takes her a second to realize she’s fine. Drenched to the bone and with an aching wrist, but fine.

“Okay. Okay, everything’s okay,” she says to herself as she gets up and goes to pick up her scooter which, in contrast with her, is unfortunately not fine. Seems like the delivery box got the brunt of the hit as it is now laying there all open and broken and sad, the burger box surprisingly still inside, however. Kara wonders if she should just give up. Call Snapper, tell him what happened, go home to Alex and their friends and celebrate Christmas like she was supposed to do before she got roped in for an extra shift that day. ________________________________________________________________

“Hello?” The intercom crackles to life about three seconds after Kara pulls her finger away from the button.

“Big Belly Burger,” she says as she moves towards the door, ready to push it open. She frowns at the silence that follows.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” the voice asks.

“Um…”

“It’s usually polite to say hello, is it not?” Kara swears she can hear a smirk in the woman’s voice.

“I said hello,” she says. “I said ‘Big Belly Burger, hey’.” She is not in the mood for this. “I always say the same th-”

“No, you didn’t. You just said ‘Big Belly Burger’.” More silence follows after that and it has Kara wishing she could be anywhere else. “And it’s also polite for people to apologize when they’re late.”

Kara sighs. “Sorry… I got- held back…” The woman doesn’t say anything after that. “Are you… Are you going to let me in or…?”

“Or I could be a pain. I could… I don’t know, ask for a free burger or a complimentary dessert, couldn’t I? Your order is free if you wait for more than twenty minutes. Isn’t that what your flyer says?”

“It’s been twenty minutes?”

“Forty.”

“...oh.”

“So what now?”

Kara resists the urge to hit her head against the glass door. “I don’t know, Mrs Thorul…”

“It’s Miss. And my name isn’t Thorul, that was the previous owner. People were supposed to change the name but they didn’t and I just left it as is. Easier for deliveries,” the voice explains. “Anyway, that’s none of your business.” Kara simply sighs. “I’ll open the door but, honestly, I’m very annoyed,” the voice says after a moment and Kara feels a tiny smile making its way to her lips. She kinda likes that woman, she thinks. “Thirty-eighth floor, there’s only one door as you exit the elevator. It’s easy enough to find, I should hope.” ‘Even for you,’ it sounds like she wants to say.

The buzzer goes off and Kara pushes the door only for it to not budge at all. The sound stops for a second before it begins again, marking Kara’s second chance to get this right. Three attempts later and Kara is absolutely convinced she’s stupid. What’s so hard about opening a door anyway?

“You have to wait for the sound to stop and then push. Otherwise, the thing gets stuck.” Kara nods, her hand resting on the door, ready to push at the right time. The buzzer goes off, stops, Kara pushes, and the door- and the door remains locked. “Still nothing?” the voice asks.

“Still nothing,” Kara sighs, her head resting against the cool glass of the door. “Can you… Can you come down and collect it?” she asks in a quiet voice, almost scared to ask. She flinches ever-so-slightly at the sigh that makes its way through the intercom.

“Yeah, give me a minute.” Kara nods, not thinking of the fact that the woman can’t actually see her, and rests her back against the wall. It’s only a moment later when she decides to peek into the box just to make sure the order is okay and she thanks her lucky stars she does so.

“I’ll be right down!” comes the voice again before Kara even has the chance to stop pressing the button.

“Don’t bother,” she says with a sigh.

“Why?”

“The uh… The burger and I had a little accident on our way here. I’m afraid we’ve had casualties.”

“What happened?”

“Well, it looks like someone took the burger, chewed it up and then spat-”

“I meant the accident. Are you hurt?”

“Wh- what? No, I’m fine. It was nothing serious. Thanks for uh… thanks for asking.”

“You should get a new job. You’re not a very good delivery person.”

“I know. My boss always tells me the same thing.”

“Well, maybe you should listen to him.” The woman chuckles softly and Kara finds herself following suite.

“Maybe…” she says. “Look, you should just order another burger. Tell them what happened. They’re… they’re used to it.”

“Wow, you must be terrible at your job…” the woman chuckles again and Kara rolls her eyes.

“Have a good night,” she says as she makes her way to the main exit. Of course the rain has gotten worse; it’s just her luck for everything to go wrong the one day she needs to be home early. With yet another sigh, Kara takes a seat on the marble bench just by the door. ...

“Are you still there?” The sudden buzzing of the intercom nearly ten minutes later scares Kara half to death.

“Sugar,” she mutters as she tries to clean up her pants from a freshly dropped blob of sauce, ignoring the muffled laugh that makes its way to her ears.

“Shitty night, isn’t it?” comes the voice again, making Kara glance outside to her abandoned and absolutely drenched scooter. She opens the main door a little and chances a look up, some water droplets splashing on her face.

“Thirty-eighth floor, huh?” she asks as she lets to door shut. “Makes me dizzy just thinking about it…”

“Is that my burger you’re eating?” Kara only shrugs and hums in response. “Is it good?”

“The added broccoli was a bad idea.”

“Ha, everyone’s a critic.”

“What do you see from up there?”

“I can see your scooter. Poor thing looks so sad.”

“I meant when you look straight ahead.”

“Oh… Nothing. Well, nothing vertical anyway. Only the horizon.”

“Sounds pretty lonely…”

“What? I can’t hear you.”

“I said it sounds kinda lonely,” Kara says again, not even knowing where that bluntness just came from. “Being cut off from the world like that… To see nothing… Hear nothing…” she trails off as she makes her way back to the intercom. “Can you hear the rain?”

“Rain doesn’t make any noise up here,” the voice says. “It only passes through.” Kara frowns slightly. ‘Yep. Lonely.’ “I can hear the wind, though. And sometimes, when the wind is very strong, I can feel the building moving. It’s kinda… I don't know, comforting- in a weird way, I suppose…”

Kara wants to respond. To say that it sounds weird and lonely but also kinda peaceful in a way only a swaying building can be, but she doesn’t. She just hums softly, her eyes drifting shut and her mind traveling up those thirty-eight stories on a windy day. It makes her dizzy.

“You should go,” the voice says a couple of silent moments later. “It won’t last long.”

“What won’t?”

“The rain. I think it’s calmed down.”

“Oh… Yeah, it has. I should uh… I should get going, then.”

“Otherwise you may be stuck here all night. That would be silly...”

“Yeah…”

“Goodbye, Delivery Person.”

“Bye, Miss Thorul. Happy Christmas.” ________________________________________________________________

It’s been six days and Kara most definitely isn’t still hung up on the woman on the thirty-eighth floor. No matter what anyone says, Alex is a blatant liar. And she definitely hasn’t spent hours imagining what the woman looks like or anything. No, that’s creepy and Kara isn’t even going to talk about the mystery sketches on her sketchbook of a woman she has never met. That’s even creepier.

It’s New Year’s Eve, a time for family and celebration and change and big decisions that no one ever follows through with and Kara is all about that. She’s also all about pleasing everyone in her life and putting them before her own self so of course she says yes when Snapper calls her in for an extra evening shift. She’s going to quit one of those days, she swears she is. Until then, however, all she can do is smile and nod and wait for her shift to be over so she can go home and- not potato cause she said she would host everyone this evening, why does she always have to go above and beyond?

The bell above the door signals the arrival of a customer and Kara’s eyes fall on the clock above her. Eleven twenty. ‘Go home,’ she thinks before plastering a big smile on her face and turning around. The woman standing in front of her does not look like she’s supposed to be there at all. Kara eyes the fur coat that’s draped on her shoulders and the undoubtedly expensive jewelry she’s wearing and suddenly feels very underdressed even though she’s wearing her work uniform, like she’s supposed to, and the strange newcomer is dressed like she’s on her way to a red carpet.

“Hey, welcome to Big Belly Burger, what can I get you?” she asks in one breath before her voice and all coherent thoughts decide to completely leave her body.

“Hi, sorry, my car just broke down and I need to be somewhere soon,” the woman says in a voice Kara can vaguely recognize but not quite. “Is there a phone I can use or…?”

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry! There’s a phone over here.” Kara picks up the wireless phone and offers it to the woman who grabs it with a look of gratefulness in her eyes. “I don’t think you’re gonna find any taxis or anything now, though,” Kara says softly. “Everyone’s home already…”

“You’re right…” the woman says. “And I gave my driver the day off too…” she mutters and Kara stifles a chuckle. Of course she has a driver, how could she not. “I’ll just- I’ll call my friend. I’m so sorry about this.” The woman apologizes almost on autopilot as her fingers are flying over the buttons. She hesitates for a second before pressing the call button. Kara can hear it ring twice before someone picks up and the woman tentatively walks away from the counter. “Hey. Yes, I know what time it is… My car broke down. [...] Some burger place, does it matter? [...] No, my phone is dead and Lucas has the day off. [...] Because he has a family and he went to see them. Look, can you send someone to pick me up? [...] Yes, I know you can’t leave your guests, I didn’t ask you to come. [...] Okay. [...] Yeah, okay, I’ll wait by the station. [...] Okay. Thank you.” The woman sighs as she hangs up the phone, her shoulders slumping visibly when she makes her way back to the counter, her lips pressed in a tight, forced smile. “Thank you,” she says softly. “Again, sorry about this, you probably need to be on your way home, too.”

“It’s honestly no bother,” Kara smiles. “Can I get you anything while you wait? On the house!” The woman lets out a laugh at the words and Kara can feel herself blush.

“It’s okay,” she says, her smile more honest this time. “I’ll just wait by the station, they should be here soon.”

“If you’re sure… I can wait with you if you want?” Kara offers.

“No, no, it’s fine,” the woman insists in a way that tells Kara she should stop offering her help. “I might take you up on that offer, though. How about a milkshake for the road? Chocolate. I’ll need all the endorphins I can get tonight.”

“Rough night?” Kara asks as she gets to making the drink.

“Rough family is more like it,” the woman lets out a bitter laugh. “Not the kind I would want to be spending new year’s with, anyway.”

Kara can only shrug slightly in response. “Oh… I’m sorry,” she offers "Well, here's to a better family," she jokes and shakes her head when the woman reaches into her bag for her wallet. “On the house, remember?” she asks. “It’s my last good deed of the decade, don’t ruin it for me.” They both laugh at that but Kara can tell the woman is having none of it.

“Okay… Let me do my last good deed of the decade too, then,” she says as she fishes out a crisp note from her wallet and folds it carefully before Kara even has a chance to see the amount. She goes to put it in the tip jar but hesitates for a moment; hands it to Kara instead with a smile and a wink that the blonde knows should have maybe creeped her out a little bit, but has just made the stomach do a flip instead. “I should get going,” the woman says after that, milkshake cup in one hand and a pen and a piece of paper in the other. “I’ll see you around.” She offers a small smile along with the piece of paper and Kara copies it tentatively.

“What about your car?” she asks as the woman steps into the cold night.

“I’ll have someone collect it in the morning,” the woman replies. “Thanks again for your help.” ...

It’s fifteen minutes to midnight when Kara finally makes it back to her apartment and she doesn’t think he’s ever been happier for having given Alex a spare set of keys. Everyone’s already there, the table is set, there’s a countdown for the new year on TV and a bunch of board games scattered around the floor. It all brings a beaming smile on Kara’s face.

“There she is!” It’s Winn the one who notices her first, immediately followed by Alex who gets up for a hug.

“Cutting it a bit close there, aren’t you?” she laughs as she wraps her arm around Kara who rests her head against her sister’s shoulder.

“I’m here now so let’s not talk about work, please?” Kara pleads with a smile and Alex nods.

“Tomorrow,” she says and it’s Kara’s turn to nod now.

“Tomorrow,” she agrees. “Now where’s the food? I’m starving!” They’re both laughing as they make their way to the kitchen, but it doesn’t take Kara too long to stop dead on her tracks and glare at the table.

“Why is there broccoli here?” she asks, a mask of disgust settling on her features. “This is disgraceful. Sam is great and everything, Alex, but this is a step too far!” Her anticks make Alex laugh.

“It’s not for Sam, you dope,” she chuckles. “It’s for Lena, Sam’s friend.”

“Who eats burgers with…”

‘Is that my burger you’re eating? Is it good?’

‘The added broccoli was a bad idea.’  

“...broccoli…”

“Hello, earth to Kara.” Kara has to blink herself back to the present. “You alright? You spaced out for a moment there.”

“I thought she wasn’t coming?”

Alex raises her shoulders. “She texted Sam just before you arrived. Apparently, New Year’s with her family was worse than she expected so she’ll be joining us in a bit.”

Kara frowns at that. “I’m onto you and your girlfriend, Danvers,” she says, making Alex roll her eyes.

“Alright, Sherlock, calm down,” she laughs. “There’s no grand plot here, just someone who had a shitty time and we’re helping them have a better New Year’s.” The doorbell rings almost as if on cue, Sam’s voice echoing through the apartment.

“I’ll get it! Lena, hi! ”

“She’s here. Go be hospitable!” Alex grabs the burger from Kara’s hands and pushes her towards the living room.

Kara sees the fur coat before anything else. Sam is helping her friend take it off and her back is turned to her so she can’t see the newcomer’s face, but she’s seen that coat before.

“I didn’t know what to bring so I just brought red and white.” she hears Lena say in that same, vaguely familiar voice “And rose,” she laughs and it’s only a millisecond before she turns around and her eyes fall on Kara who’s standing frozen by the kitchen. A frown passes across her face before recognition settles in. “I know you,” she says, her eyes shining as she takes a step towards the blonde. “You saved my ass earlier,” she says brightly before turning to Sam. “That’s who gave me a phone to call my mother, unwise as that idea was,” she explains with a smile and Kara has to laugh at the disbelief that crosses Sam’s features.

“Fuck off… Seriously?” Lena nods before making her way to Kara, her arm stretched for a handshake.

“I’m Lena,” she says with a smile. “It’s good to meet you under better circumstances.”

“Kara,” is all Kara manages to say before her brain completely fails her. “I’m uh… This is my apartment, hi.” She resists the fact to physically slap herself and settles on doing it mentally.

“Well, nice to meet you and your apartment, Kara. I apologize for my earlier state, I was… Well, let’s just say it wasn’t my best look.” Kara wonders what said best look is like.

“It’s fine,” she says and lets silence wash over them. “Are you hungry? There’s food in the kitchen and Sam made sure we have your favorite.”

Lena frowns at that. “Kale?”

“No, burgers with broccoli,” Kara states. “I thought it couldn’t get worse than that, but you just proved me wrong… Kale…”

“Oh, see someone told me a few days ago that adding broccoli to my burger is a bad idea… So I’ve decided to listen to them and their obviously superior taste.”

Kara gapes at the woman like a fish, her mouth opening and closing without any sound coming out. “I… You… The…” Seems like her brain is incapable of completing a single thought, let alone forming a coherent sentence.

“Kar, come on! It’s time for the countdown!” Kara shakes her head at the sound of her sister calling her but makes no move to go to her, her eyes still glued on the woman standing in front of her instead. The woman from the thirty-eighth floor. The woman who Kara hasn't spent days thinking about and who is definitely not the subject of her most recent sketches.

They all count the year down together, wine dangerously close to spilling every time the number changes and Alex sways enthusiastically. They all cheer when the clock chimes twelve, marking the end of an era and, quite possibly, the beginning of a new one, drinks forgotten as they all hug and kiss each other with huge smiles on their faces.

“Happy new year, Delivery Person,” comes a low voice from Kara’s left and she jumps slightly in surprise.

“Happy new year, Miss Thorul,” she replies with a smile and a blush that she’s pretty sure is reaching her ears.

“That’s not my name,” Lena says as she leans in closer to Kara.

“I don’t know your name,” Kara whispers, her heart beating a mile a minute. Is this going where she thinks it’s going? Does she want it to go where she thinks it’s going?

“I’ll see what I can do to change that, then,” Lena says and Kara knows, at this very moment, that she definitely wants this to go where she thinks it’s going and then, hopefully, even further.

[whythinktoomuch]

Made up fic title: talking me down

a.k.a. a sorta follow-up to this

The moment Andrea steps into her penthouse, she has her phone pressed to her ear and ringing. A few more moments and a couple of rings later, Kara’s voice is in her ear, cheerful as ever despite the late hour.

“Hey!”

“You would not believe the day I’ve just had,” Andrea says, in lieu of returning the greeting, and Kara chuckles.

“No? Well, tell me anyway.”

“The board meeting was an absolute waste of time. Literally, no one was prepared. How do you not prepare for a fucking board meeting? That’s literally half your job,” Andrea grumbles, even as she trips her way out of one heel and kicks off the other. “And the Obsidian glass tech is nowhere near where it’s supposed to be by now. Which means we’re behind schedule. Which means we’re going to exceed budget.

“And,” Andrea adds sharply, “to make matters even worse, I’m now coming home to an empty apartment, even though my girlfriend has her own key and has had ample time and opportunity to have made her way over here beforehand.”

“Wow. Sounds like a terrible girlfriend.”

Andrea hums, non-committal, doing her best to pour herself a glass of wine with only one free hand. “She has her moments actually.”

--

“Glad to hear it,” Kara says, chuckling again. “Hey, listen… I didn’t realize you wanted me over tonight.”

“Do I ever not?”

“Well… sure. Loads of times. You want me to list them?”

“Nope. I actually can’t hear you over how achey my feet are right now.” Andrea settles on her couch with an exaggerated sigh, her entire body unwinding and slack, seemingly to commend her on finally getting off her feet.

“Oh, babe. Your poor lil’ feetsies!”

“You should never say that ever again,” Andrea says promptly. “In fact, you should come over right now to make up for saying something that awful.”

Kara exhales a quick laugh, and Andrea can’t help but smile into her next sip of wine. “I mean, I would. But I have this article to write, and my boss really has it out for me.”

“Well, actually, I have it on good authority that your boss would be perfectly fine with you skirting a deadline,” Andrea says. “Especially with the possibility of a foot massage on the line.”

“You’re really gunning for that foot massage, huh?”

Andrea pouts even though she knows Kara can’t see her, or perhaps because she knows that Kara can’t see her. “My feet hurt,” she insists, and it’s not quite a whine, but it’s close enough that it’s easier over the phone.

“I know they do, baby,” Kara says. “All right, tell you what. Give me two hours to bang this draft out, and I’ll fly right on over and rub your feet until you conk out on me. How’s that sound?”

It sounds entirely too suggestive for what she means to say, which is of course pretty standard when it comes to Kara, making it relentlessly endearing and perfect. But also, improbable.

“I’ll most likely be asleep by then,” Andrea says, tossing back the last of her wine.

“What? Why? It’s only…” Kara trails off with a weak chuckle. “… Three a.m. Jeez, when did it get so late? I’m sorry, babe.”

“It’s fine. I was only half-serious about you coming over anyway. You can chalk this up as one of the times I didn’t want you here.”

“Andrea.”

“Kara?”

“Okay, I promise to stay over tomorrow night then,” Kara says. “And I’m gonna massage you all over until you’re begging me to stop, all right?”

Andrea snorts. She can’t help it. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

“Doing what?”

“Nothing…” Andrea just laughs, rubs at her forehead. “But I’ll be fine, Kara. Promise. I’ll just find some other way to relax tonight.”

“… Oh?” Kara says, suddenly and exceedingly all too casual. “Like what?”

Andrea’s lips curve into a slight smirk. “You know… the usual. Take a hot bath. Get on some comfy pajamas. Some light reading maybe. Then when I’m good and ready, I’ll just reach into my bottom drawer and get out my favor—”

There’s an abrupt crunch! from Kara’s end, loud and practically unmistakeable as it cuts Andrea off mid-sentence.

“… Kara, what was that?”

“What was what?” Kara asks, voice pitched high, utterly unconvincing.

“That sound. Did you break something?”

“Psh. No.”

“I heard something break,” Andrea insists, and Kara gives a somewhat indignant huff.

“Well, I didn’t hear anything, and it happened on my side of the line, so…”

Andrea just shakes her head and waits. It isn’t long before Kara is swearing under her breath with an exasperated sigh.

“All right, hold on,” Kara says.

Andrea isn’t sure what exactly she’s holding on for, until a small blip! gets her to check her phone. A photo message from Kara, wherein a sizable chunk of dining table sits in her hand, crumpled and splintering.

“Oh, Kara…” Andrea is laughing now, full-out and delighted, and it somehow feels like a real, viable outlet for the day’s frustrations.

“Okay, but that’s kinda your fault.”

“Is it now?”

“Yes!” Kara exclaims. “You made me do that! With your seduction voice! And suggestiveness. And stuff…”

“Mmhm.”

“I’ll be sending you a bill.”

“Sure. You can send it to my assistant,” Andrea says. “Be sure to include the reason for the billing on the invoice. Use as much detail as you dare, of course.”

“I think I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“No, I don’t,” Kara agrees without hesitation. “But I am hanging up on you now! So, good night!”

“Good night, love.”

And that’s all it takes for Kara to drop all traces of affront—feigned or otherwise—from her tone again. “Okay, good night, baby,” she says softly.

Andrea hangs up the phone. She lets her eyes travel from her empty wineglass to her heels scattered across the floor, all the way to a navy cardigan draped on the sofa chair opposite of her.

A younger version of herself might have given in then, wrapped the cardigan around her shoulders and fallen asleep in it. But things are different now, as it were. Better. Secure enough that just the knowledge that the cardigan would smell like Kara keeps her feeling grounded and safe.

So, instead, Andrea goes through her nighttime routine, climbs into bed wearing her own clothes, and eventually falls asleep, idly wondering whatever she could have done in her past life to deserve feeling this content. 

[jedifighterpilot2727]

The Rook Chapter 3

Alright, y'all, here it is! The grand finale!! (Though there may be an epilogue!)

I hope you enjoy!! (btw, comments and asks are my absolute life!)

The song for this is 'i hate u, i love u' by gnash ft. Olivia O'brien 

Oh, by the way, I sobbed writing this, so tissues are recommended.

        I Hate You (But I Love You)

She wakes on her office couch, the now empty bottle of Scotch beside her reminding her that her pounding head is her own fault. She refuses to open her eyes, even though the curtains are drawn and the room should be mostly dark.

She just wants to not think, about Kara, about Supergirl, about how stupid she was for not realizing that the woman she was in love with was hiding  a whole identity from her.

So, she lays there, pondering how long she can put off getting up before someone interrupts her relative peace.

Turns out the answer is about five minutes before the door to her office swings open.

“Come on, up and at ‘em. Early bird gets the worm, yada yada yada.”

“Ugh, Jess, no.” Even behind her closed eyelids, she can tell when Jess flips the light on and she groans, throwing her arm over her eyes.

“Nope, none of that! Come on, busy day ahead.”

Lena groans again but complies, shifting into a sitting position and blinking until her eyes adjust enough that she can see the aspirin and bottle of gatorade that Jess is holding out for her. She takes them gratefully, swallowing the pills and following them with a long, slow sip of the neon colored drink.

“Gotta say, boss, the drunk on a work night look does not work on you.”

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Good, cause we have a lot to do today.” She thrusts a small bag in Lena’s direction. “Here are some toiletries, there’s a dress that just came from back from dry cleaning in your closet, oh and be sure to wear some sunglasses to cover those bags under your eyes - I called the press so there’s going to be photographers.”

Lena looks up, pressing the cool bottle of gatorade to her forehead.

“Photographers? For what?”

“Oh, right, sorry, the plane for Metropolis leaves in . . . “ Jess checks her watch. “Two hours.”

“Metropolis? I’m not going to Metropolis!”

“Yes, you are, in two hours; so chop chop.”

“Jess, what are you doing?”

Much to her surprise, her assistant kneels down so she's at eye level.

“Look, Lena, you pay me a lot of money to know . . . well, everything. And we may not exactly be friends, but I care about you, and for the past few weeks you’ve been really . . . not yourself. And I’m not going to mention any names, but we both know why. You need some space, and you’re going to get it. For a month. In Metropolis.”

“A month?!”

“And, speaking of she who shall not be named, there’s quite a list of things that you’ve been meaning to do in Metropolis that you’ve been putting off because you didn’t want to leave her. Now is the perfect time to tie up all those loose ends. Plus, my mom has been begging me to come visit, so it works out great. Three birds, one stone.”

“You’re coming with me?”

“Of course, dummy, who else is going to keep you straight!” Jess frowns. “Well, not straight, cause you like the ladies, but you know what I mean. Now come on, we gotta go.”

Jess turns for the door, and Lena watches her, stunned for a moment before calling out.

“Hey, Jess?” she waits for Jess to look back at her before continuing. “Thanks.”

“No problem, boss. Oh, and you might wanna put your hair in a bun today, it looks kinda -“ She trails off, her hands making some sort of jazz hands gesture around her head that makes Lena laugh.

“Yeah, of course. Oh and Jess? Can you make sure the plane has some hashbrowns for the ride? Preferably smothered in gravy."

* - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Long story short, Jess is a genius.

For starters, the photos of Lena leaving her office and getting into the SUV for the airport are stunning. She looks hot, by any standard, regardless of the fact that the sunglasses covering her face are hiding blood shot eyes and there’s a gatorade and saltine crackers tucked into her purse. All that matters is that her wine colored dress has a plunging neckline and her matching lipstick is one of Kara’s favorite shades.

It doesn’t matter that she almost breaks down on the short ride to the airport, because the Page Six spread makes her look like she’s fine.

It’s a sort of evil satisfaction, knowing that Kara will see the photos and wonder why she’s so put together.

She only wishes she really was that put together, and that her heart didn’t feel like it was shattering into a million pieces as she watches National City fade from view out the plane window.

* - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Metropolis is . . . refreshing.

She doesn’t see Kara in her mind’s eye every time she walks down the street or steps into a restaurant. Everywhere isn’t tainted with the memory of the best friend she thought she knew like National City is. After a few days, she can actually breathe, she can actually exist for longer than an hour without thinking of Kara’s smile.

She works pretty much from the time her eyes open until the time she falls asleep; but the exhaustion is welcome. Jess was right, she did have a lot of things to take care of in Metropolis, which is why she’s surprised when Jess leaves a break in her schedule on a Tuesday afternoon.

“Jess?” She calls over the intercom. “What am I doing from 3-4?”

“Oh, sorry, I forgot to pencil it in. You have an appointment with Dr. Fowler.”

Lena frowns.

“A doctor’s appointment? It’s not time for my yearly.”

“Dr. Fowler is a psychiatrist.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Yeah, I scheduled you an appointment with her, thought it might help with your . . .  girl problems.”

“Jess, I don’t need a psychiatrist.”

“Ok, boss, noted. but it’s already booked and paid for, so you might as well go this first time.”

Unfortunately, Lena can’t find the logic to argue with her.

* - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

She sits on the comfortable chair in Dr. Fowler’s office, staring down the woman across from her.

She seems, nice, for a psychiatrist.

Her shoulder length brown hair is tucked behind her ears, and her gray suit is non-threatening. She has a kind face, Lena thinks, unable to think of anything negative. Still, she refuses to cave, and fixes her eyes on the clock above Dr. Fowler’s head.

“My assistant made me this appointment.” She says for explanation. “I don’t really need therapy, so I’m sorry to waste your time.”

“I don’t mind.” Dr, Fowler smiles. “We can always just talk. No therapy needed. Are you from Metropolis?”

Lena debates answering her, but common manners win out.

“Well, mother was from Ireland, originally, but that’s . . . “

“A story for a therapist.” Dr. Fowler guesses, and Lena nods.

“That’s fine, we don’t have to talk about it. What brings you to Metropolis? Business? Pleasure?”

“Business.” Lena answers immediately, but guilt creeps up her spine, and she adjusts her answer. “Well, sort of. I live in National City, but . . . well, my assistant thought I could use a break from some people there so she scheduled me some time away. L-Corp has offices in both cities, so it’s convenient.”

“Ah, L-Corp. I remember when you opened up a branch in National City. I thought you were just supposed to stay there for a few months to make sure that everything was going smoothly, what made you change your mind?”

Lena hesitates, unwilling to share more than she has to, but still, she is paying for this; she might as well see what crazy advice this sham has to offer.

“I met someone.” She explains. “A friend.”

“A friend?”

“Well, sort of.”

“Sort of? Do I sense gay drama?” Dr. Fowler’s eyes sparkle, and Lena’s gaze catches on a picture of Dr. Fowler with her arm around another woman, a yellow lab sitting in front of them.

Of course Jess would do her research.

“She’s like . . . sunshine personified.” Lena offers as explanation. “Or at least, she was. Now, I don’t know what she is.”

Dr. Fowler shifts in her chair.

“What’s changed?”

“She . . .” Lena hesitates, reluctant to rehash her heart break. “She lied; about who she is. It turns out that she has this whole other persona that she just . . . hid from me. And you know what the worst part is?” She laughs mirthlessly. “I was friends with the other persona! and she just lied to me! Over and over again! Like I’m some kind of fool! Because I’m the idiot who can’t figure out that Kara Danvers is Supergirl!”

Her eyes flash to Dr. Fowler at her accidental revelation, but the other woman just smiles.

“Everything you say here is confidential. The secret is safe with me.”

Lena nods softly, but it seems that once the dam is broken the flow of her words can’t be stopped.

“She lied to me. For three years! I had to learn the truth from my dying brother! And then when she finally got the guts to tell me, do you know what she said?”

Dr. Fowler shakes her head.

“She said she loved me. That she wanted us to be together. Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear that?!”

“For three years?” Dr. Fowler offers, and Lena chokes back a sob.

“I’ve been in love with her for so long! And she was just oblivious. I guess like I was oblivious about her being Supergirl. But then she just tells me that she loves me. In the same conversation that she tells me the truth.”

“I’m sure that must have been devastating.” Dr. Fowler comments quietly, and Lena sets her jaw.

“I don’t know how I feel about her anymore. I don’t know if I can trust her.”

“That’s fair, you deserve to feel that way.”

Something in Lena settles at that. Up until now, she’s been berating herself for her anger. Like she was wrong for thinking bad of the great Supergirl. But now, she feels validated.

“I bought a whole company for her, you know. . . “

* - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The rest of her session with Dr. Fowler is cathartic, if only because she can finally air out feelings without fear of judgment, with someone who gives her constructive feedback.

On her way out, she checks in with the receptionist.

“Jess scheduled you for two sessions a week, your next appointment is Thursday at 2. Is that okay?”'

Lena can’t help but roll her eyes. She definitely owes Jess another raise.

“Sounds perfect.”

* - - - - - - - - - - - - -

It’s surprisingly hard for her to fall into her post Kara routine. More often than not, she finds herself looking for her best friend in her downtime.

Kara’s presence has become a staple in her life, and she can’t help but mourn the loss.

Even though she knows whatever dream she had of them is lost.

It’s infuriating.

The one time she gets attached to someone,  it backfires.

Dr. Fowler says that she has ‘abandonment issues’, but she doesn’t feel abandoned, just. . . lost.

Kara Danvers was her reason for existing for so long. The drive behind every decision she made.

She just wanted Kara to be happy, but it turns out that Kara is a completely different person than she thought.

Dr. Fowler challenges her, asks her how she feels about Supergirl, separate from Kara.

And honestly, she doesn’t know.

At first she felt like she had to like Supergirl, if only to combat her brother’s dangerous rhetoric with Superman.

But then . . . Supergirl was nice, and good, and she saved Lena’s life on numerous occasions.

Not to mention she was the most beautiful woman Lena had ever seen, minus Kara, of course.

Kara with her glasses and dorky blunders.

Though she supposes, now that she thinks about it, that those blunders come from less of a place of awkwardness and more from the place of an alien being unsure of earth customs. She finds it endearing, in a way that makes her uncomfortable, and Dr. Fowler smiles softly before letting the subject drop.

The good thing about being in Metropolis is that she doesn’t hear a single news story about Supergirl.

Superman, maybe, but Supergirl is noticeably absent.

It’s refreshing.

So it shocks her even more when she gets a surprise visitor.

“Ms. Luthor, I’m sorry, I tried to stop her, but she’s got a badge, and a gun, and I wasn’t sure if -“

Lena’s eyes settle on none other than Alex Danvers.

“It’s fine, Jess, don’t worry about it. “

Jess looks between them for a long moment before she heads back to her desk.

“Alex.” Lena says once Jess is through the door.

“Lena. Kara told me you know her secret.”

“Ahh, are you here to mock me?”

“Mock you?” Alex brow crinkles in a way that’s so much like Kara it almost hurts. “I’m not here to mock you, I’m here to see if you needed a friend. I know I’m not as close as you and Kara, but I thought I’d at least offer my support.”

“Support?”

Alex sighs heavily.

“Look, ever since I was 14, protecting Kara’s secret identity has been my main goal. My parents entrusted me with it, and . . .  I never really got over it.”

“She never lied to you about her secret identity though.” Lena scoffs.

“No.” Alex concedes. “But I lied to her about mine.”

Lena’s head snaps up, eyeing Alex like she’s the last oracle.

"For four years, I lied to her about my job. I told her I was involved in biomedical engineering, that I was a sales rep for some company when really I worked for the DEO.”

“The Department of Extranormal Operations.” Lena clarifies.

“Exactly, and I didn’t even tell her what I was doing, because I wanted to protect her.”

“That’s still not -“

“I shot her down,” Alex continues. “I shot her down with Kryptonite arrows. Because I didn’t trust anyone else to make the shot. I shot my own sister with the one thing that hurts her, when she thought I was a sales rep.”

“What’s your point, Alex?”

“My point is that sometimes we lie to the people we love because we think it will protect them, even if it ends up hurting them in the end.”

“So you side with her then.” Lena concludes.

“No, I don’t, I . . . look, as Supergirl’s protector, I’m glad she waited to tell you, because the less people who know, the better, it’s not even because you’re a Luthor, it’s just common sense. But as your friend. . . she was wrong not to tell you, and you deserved to know the truth. It’s not always black and white, sometimes good intentions make for bad actualities. I can understand why Kara didn’t tell you, and I can also understand why you’re upset. I’m just saying, sometimes things don’t work out the way we want them to, sometimes we lie to the people we love and sometimes we think we know what’s best for them, even when we don't.

“But no matter what happens between you and my sister, just know that you’re still my friend, and I still support you. I know we’re not as close as you and Kara, but I’m here for you; if you need me. “

“You’re here for me?” Lena asks incredulously.

“I’m am, and I’m sorry you got the raw end of the stick. If it were anyone but Kara, I’d go beat her up for you. In fact, I have a red sun room for training, I still can if you really want me to.”

Lena’s voice breaks in a sob, and Alex stares at her strangely.

“Oh god, don’t cry. I don’t know what to do with criers, please don’t.” she holds out her arms and Lena collapses into them. “Do you want a hug? Will a hug help? I can do a hug.” She whispers as rock solid arms close around Lena.

Are both of the Danvers sisters jacked?

“Did you really shoot Kara down with Kryptonite arrows?” Lena hiccups.

“Yeah, I did. One of the biggest regrets of my life. Just like I’m sure not telling you the truth is one of Kara’s.”

“You’re her sister, you’re supposed to say that.”

“Look, maybe I am. But I don’t have to say this - stay mad for a while, she deserves it. But I hope to see you around soon, game night just isn’t the same without you.”

Lena wants to say more, but she doesn’t, letting Alex pull away.

“I couldn’t tell you the truth, because I’ve been protecting Kara since she was 13 years old. But that doesn’t mean you didn’t deserve to know the truth.”

“Easy for you to say. You were in on the secret.”

“I was.” Alex concedes. “And now you are too, what are you going to do with it?”

Lena doesn’t answer, and Alex backs away.

“I have to get back to National City, but call me when you come home, ok?”

Lena nods, even though she’s unsure of the details of her returning to National City.

She feels the warmth of Alex’s hug long after the other woman is gone.

* - - — - - - - - - - -

She stays in Metropolis for a month and a half, a fact she’s sure Jess and Dr. Fowler are conspiring together towards.

She can’t deny that she feels exceptionally better on the plane ride to National City than she did on her trip to Metropolis.

She hates to admit it, but therapy really has helped her, and she has Dr. Fowler’s number stored in her phone and ready for face time sessions.

She doesn’t exactly forgive Kara, but she maybe understands where she was coming from - even if she doesn’t agree with it.

Still, she doesn’t expect what she finds when she comes back to National City.

Supergirl is no where to be found.

According to all reports that she can find, Supergirl disappeared two weeks after she did. It makes sense, she supposes, but what she doesn’t understand is where Kara is now.

Lena's back now, so where is Supergirl?

She tempted to text Kara and ask, but she holds out, unwilling to give in like that. Curiosity isn’t enough to send her crawling back. The anger has faded, but the hurt still lingers. She misses the Kara that she used to know, but she still isn’t sure where she stands now.

A few days after she comes back, she meets Alex for lunch - at a craft beer bar, because Dr. Fowler says it’s important for her be around people who care and she figures Alex is the closest she’s got. But still, she refuses to ask about Kara, and Alex doesn’t offer any information; though she does insist on meeting up again soon.  

Despite the million other things she has to do, one question overtakes her mind.

Where is Kara?

A look at CatCo records reveals that she’s been clocking in to work as scheduled, so maybe the question she should really be asking is ‘where is Supergirl?’

Later, back at her apartment,  she pulls out the switch that Kara sent her and sets it on her coffee table. An hour of staring at it doesn’t give her anymore answers than she had before.

* - - - - - — - - - - -

She finally gets her answer a week later when a school bus is locked up in a battle  with a few aliens. The bus stop is on her walk to get coffee, so she gets an unintentional front row view.

Her mind is racing, trying to think of some way to help in this post-Supergirl world that they're apparently in.  Luckily the DEO vans show up just as she’s debating how weaponize a fire hydrant, and she breathes a sigh of relief.

She breathes an even bigger sigh when Supergirl shows up out of nowhere to join the fight, and all of National City + Lena is enthralled. Especially when she sees Kara’s new suit.

It’s an all blue, skin tight number that Lena definitely hasn’t seen before, and the missing skirt adds to the attractiveness.  

Unfortunately, it doesn’t do much to distract Lena from the fight, especially when Kara puts herself in unnecessary danger.

The anger she thought she was over is back, only this time, it’s for Kara.

How dare Supergirl put her friend in danger like that, by fighting that horribly! Her speed is definitely slowed, and some of her movements are jerky and uncoordinated. Frankly, she looks like a prize fighter that took an extended leave of absence and showed up to the championship match without even a warm-up.

Which, Lena supposes, is exactly what happened.

She holds her breath for what feels like hours, refusing to exhale until the hostile alien is deposited with the waiting DEO agents nearby and Kara is safely on the ground.

She knows the exact moment that Kara spots her, shoulders tensing and her forehead crinkling.

Grinding her teeth, she watches as Kara takes a tentative step in her direction.

“Kara."

“Lena, I -"

If Kara had gotten hurt because Supergirl was on some hare-brained, self righteous mission to just jump back into action without even making sure she’s ready, Lena’s going to . . .

Well, she doesn’t really know what she’s going to do.

In fact, she barely realizes she’s made a decision until her fist is halfway to Supergirl’s face.

Bad move.

Stupid brain.

Thankfully, Kara shifts with the punch, but it still feels like she laid a haymaker into a brick wall.

“Shit! Shit! Fuck!” she doubles over, clutching at her hand, but soft fingers pry her hands apart and cold air leaves a frosty mist over her bruised knuckles as Kara uses her freeze breath to soothe the sting.

“Nothing’s broken, thankfully. Damn it, Lena, you really could have hurt yourself, you have to be careful -“

“I have to be careful?! I have to be careful?! I’m not the one who’s going around fighting aliens when it looks like I barely remember how to fly!”

To her surprise, Kara actually looks remorseful.

“I tried, Lena, I tried so hard, not to be Supergirl, but I -“ she gestures at the school bus. “- the kids, Lena, I couldn’t let them die just because -“

Lena interrupts her.

“You tried to stop being Supergirl?” That would certainly explain things, but it’s a concept Lena has a hard time wrapping her head around. “Why?”

Even as she towers over Lena in her cape and boots, Kara still somehow looks so small.

“Because you hate Supergirl, and I didn’t want you to hate me. I thought maybe if I could stop being Supergirl then maybe - well, I don’t know what I thought, but . . .”

Kara continues to speak, but Lena stops listening.

Instead, her eyes settle on something glinting in the sunlight.

A white gold chain around Kara’s neck, the sapphire of the pendant nearly hidden in the blue of her suit.

Suddenly, everything is too much.

Horns are honking, people are talking, and there’s a stupid bird that just won’t SHUT UP. Almost before she can make out what’s happening, Lena finds herself at the brink of a panic attack.

“Kara,” she fights to stay upright, holding up  a hand to stop the flow of the other woman’s words. “Get me out of here.”

“What?”

“Get me out of here, please.”

“Where do you want to go?”

“Anywhere, please, just - “

Before she can blink, Kara’s scoops her up and they’re flying off. She has no idea where Kara is taking her, but it takes long enough that by the time they touch down, her panic attack is mostly over; Kara’s strong grip and the white noise of the wind working wonders.

They land on a deserted beach, and Lena looks out over the ocean for a long moment, trying to place where they are.

Until Kara clears her throat.

“Umm, should I like . . . put you down? I mean if you want me to hold you that’s fine, you’re really light, I just umm, well I didn’t know if you wanted to -“

“Kara.” she squeezes the shoulder under her hand, bringing the adorable rambling to a stop. “It’s fine, you can put me down, thank you.”

“Right, umm, here.” Kara bends, lowering her arm so that Lena’s feet can reach the ground, and she uses Kara’s for balance before stepping away.

“You know if I would have known it was really Kara Danvers holding me all those times you saved me, I would have enjoyed it a lot more.” Lena says without thinking, and Kara blushes all the way to the tips of her ears.

“Sorry!” she immediately backtracks. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, it was just awkward, and I thought ‘why not make it more awkward?’”

“No, it’s fine! I mean I like holding you.”

The awkward tension lingers between them for a long moment before Lena breaks it, turning to stare out over the ocean. She waits until Kara steps up beside her to speak.

“Where are we?”

"Somewhere in the Caribbean? I don’t know the exact coordinates, just a little place I found when I was looking for a place to think and look at the stars after you . . . after you left.”

“It’s beautiful.” Lena observes, and she can feel Kara’s eyes studying her profile. After a moment, she turns to look at Kara too, taking in the face she used to know so well.

“You cut your bangs.” she finally says, and Kara blinks at her from beneath the fringe.

“Well, you said you hated my ‘stupid hair’, so . . . “ Kara shrugs, and Lena holds back a smile.

“Is that why you changed your suit too?”

“No!” Kara’s forehead crinkles. “Maybe. Yes. I just didn’t want you to hate me anymore.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“You hate Supergirl.” Kara counters.

Lena turns back to the ocean with a sigh.

“A while back, my therapist asked me how I felt about Supergirl, apart from you. And when she asked, I didn’t know what to say, because I wasn’t sure. But I’ve had some time to think about it, and I’ve come to some conclusions.”

She faces Kara before continuing.

“Supergirl is . . . she is kind, and she is good, and she's saved my life on numerous occasions. But she is also self-righteous, and arrogant, and stubborn - almost to the point of being foolhardy on occasion. . . She broke my heart once.”

Lena’s voice cracks, and her eyes fill with tears as Kara’s head drops to look at her boots.

“But she also made the decision to put on that suit and help people - people who don’t always deserve it - at great risk to herself. She could just hide away her powers and be a reporter and spend her Thursday nights playing scrabble with her friends instead of putting out factory fires. And I would love that person, because that person is enough. But instead she chooses to use her powers for good, she puts her life on the line to protect people. And for some reason she has this deeply rooted belief that people are good; even when I know for a fact that she’s seen some of the worst that humanity has to offer.”

“Lena -“

“Let me finish.” she says gently and Kara nods, tears streaking down her face.

“I don’t hate you, Kara. I could never hate you. And it’s taken a lot of therapy, and a lot of long talks with Alex, but . . .” She takes a moment to put her words in order.

“The way I see it, I have two options. I can move to a new city. I can work at a different office in a different state where nothing will be tainted with your memory and I can pretend like Kara Danvers never existed. But I don’t like that option.”

Kara’s face lightens marginally, but her eyes are still wary.

“What’s option two?”

“Option two is that I forgive you, and we start over. This time with no secrets - not about our identities, or our feelings, or our pasts. I want it all out on the table, and I want us to try. And it may not work and it won’t be easy, and I want you to see Dr. Fowler with me. But my heart has been shattered, regardless, and I can either fix it with you or without you, and I want to do it with you; because life is so much better with you in it. Even the bad parts.” The tears spill over now, and she chokes out a sob, Kara’s face crumpling.

“Lena, I am so sorry. And I never in a million years meant to hurt you. You’re my red sun. You make me feel so grounded, and home. And I realize now that I was using you as crutch to deal with this double life I lead, and I thought maybe somehow if I kept you separate then things would be different. But I was so wrong to do that to you. I should have told you the truth years ago, and I promise I will never keep secrets from you again. I will do whatever I have to, to make this work. I’ll go to therapy, I’ll communicate, I’ll literally fly to the moon if I have to.”

“Will you share your potstickers?” Lena can’t help asking, desperate to lighten the mood, if only for a second.

Kara sobs a laugh.

“You can have all the potstickers. I would never eat a potsticker again if it would make you happy. I would do anything you asked of me and not give it a second thought to show you how sorry I am.”

Lena studies her for long moment.

“Would you really give up being Supergirl for me?”

“Lena . . . I don’t think you understand. You’ve made me indestructible. Whatever weakness I still have under this yellow sun, you’ve come up with the technology to fix it. Nothing from earth can hurt me. But that day on the rooftop, when you walked away . . . it was like watching Krypton explode all over again. And there’s some sort of poetic justice about the person who made me indestructible also being the only one who can bring me to my knees. But would I give up Supergirl for you. I think showed today that I’m not very good at giving it up, but I would try again, for you.”

Lena can see the sincerity in her eyes, in the way that her arms are halfway outstretched as if just waiting for an invitation to pull Lena into a hug.

“I would never ask you to give up a part of who you are. In fact the reason that I was so upset when I found out was because you felt like you had to hide it from me in the first place. I want you to be yourself, and Supergirl is part of you; I just need you to share her with me.”

Kara nods slowly.

“I can do that.”

They stand there, staring at each other on the beach, the waves lapping against the shore, and for the first time since Lex told her the truth, Lena feels at peace.

“I know this is kind of awkward but . . . can I have a hug? I really missed your hugs.” Lena shifts awkwardly in the sand, but she shouldn’t have worried, because Kara’s eyes light up and her mouth twists into the soft smile that Lena loves so much.

“Of course, get in here, bring it in.” Kara’s arms widen even further, and she takes a step towards Lena before wrapping her up in a bear hug.

“I’ve missed you so much.” Kara whispers against her hair. “I was afraid that I’d never get you back.”

For a few long minutes, Lena just lets herself breathe, content in the way that Kara’s arms are just slightly too tight around her, her fingers clutching at Kara’s cape.

“It’s kind of weird, hugging you in the suit.” She says, finally breaking the silence.

“I can change?" Kara offers, starting to pull away, but Lena holds her in place.

“No, I wanna get used to it. I can’t limit my hug time to just when you’re not in the suit.”

Kara settles at that, and Lena waits another minute before she pulls away, unable to stop the smile that’s spreading across her face.

As much as it hurts, it’s good to have Kara back.

“So what now?” Kara asks, seemingly nervous in the aftermath of their hug.

“Now we’re going to get dinner. I’m picking,” she clarifies, “and paying, because it’s going to be fancy, and I’m going to make you eat vegetables.”

Kara’s nose scrunches.

“Fancy just means smaller portions.”

“Perks of being a billionaire, I can buy you as much food as you can eat.”

Kara’s nose stays scrunched, but she doesn’t complain further, so Lena continues.

“Then we’re going to talk, we’re going to lay everything out in the open, and we’re going to start this off right.”

“Your place? Or Mine?"

“Yours please, I left my NCU sweatshirt there last time I was over, and I want to get it back.”

“I’m sorry, your NCU sweatshirt?” Kara scoffs.

Lena raises an eyebrow.

“I went to NCU and I’m the one who bought that shirt!”

Lena’s eyebrow gets even closer to her hairline.

“You went to MIT!” Kara insists, and they face off for a moment before Kara finally caves.

“Fine, it’s your sweatshirt. That you sometimes let me borrow when it stops smelling like me and you don’t want to wear it anymore.”

Lena blushes at being caught in her scheme, and Kara grins.

“Ha! I knew it! It was always suspicious when it would randomly show back up.”

The glare Lena gives her is withering, but it does little to shrink Kara’s grin.

“Will you please take me home? Before I decide to add a plate of Brussel sprouts to our order just for you.”

“Geez, I was just joking, you didn’t have to bring Brussel sprouts into this!” Kara says with a laugh before stepping forward.

For the second time that day, Kara bends to scoop Lena up into her arms, but before she can, a thought strikes Lena and she taps Kara on the shoulder.

“Kara, before we go, I just have one more question.”

“Anything.”

“Why are you wearing the necklace?”

“Oh.” Kara’s hand reaches up to grip the pendant between her fingers. "That’s easy, because my best friend gave it to me, and then she disappeared, so this was the best way I had to keep her close.”

And Lena knows that they should probably take this slow, and they still have so much to talk about, but something about those blue eyes makes her lose all self control.

She leans forward, one hand  on Kara’s crest and the other on her cheek, and brings their lips together. She’s imagined kissing Kara more times than she’d like to admit, and she’s envisioned so many different possibilities for how it would be, but reality?

Reality is positively mind blowing.

For a moment, Kara seems stunned, but then she steps into the kiss; arms wrapping around Lena’s back and pulling her in.

It’s the best kiss of Lena’s entire existence, and as Kara’s lips move under hers, she can’t help but think that some things are worth fighting for, no matter the cost. Because not everyone is out to hurt her, and some people really do have good intentions -  at least that’s Dr. Fowler tells her. And maybe, she can start believing it too.

All too soon, Kara’s lips pull away, though her hands stay where they are - inching dangerously close to Lena’s backside.

“So just to clarify -“ Kara starts, and Lena takes a little pleasure in the way her cheeks are flushed and her breath is coming in puffs.

“Are we at the kissing stage now? Or this a one time thing? It’s cool either way, I just don’t want to overstep -“

“Kara Danvers!” Lena cuts her off with a laugh. “Shut up and kiss me.”

“Oh, wait, cause while we’re being open and honest -“

Lena’s heart rate spikes.

“- My real name is Kara Zor-El.”

“Zor-El, huh?”

Kara nods, a contented smile on her face.

“It sounds nice when you say it.”

“Well then, Kara Zor-el, shut up and kiss me."

And if she thought kissing Kara the first time was good, the second time?

Even better.

[helloalycia]

super crush [two] // supergirl

summary: it becomes clear that supergirl’s crush on you is more than it seems

warning/s: none. 

part one | masterlist

          It was another sunny start to my morning as I walked down the streets of National City, a coffee in one hand and my phone in another. I wasn't in any rush to get to work because for some odd reason, I had woken up earlier than my alarm so didn't find myself rushing around to do things as I usually would. Instead, I witnessed the rest of National City's workers rushing around to get to their destination.

         As I was walking, I couldn't remember if I had grabbed my ID card for CatCo, and I felt myself get a mini heart attack as I realised I would have to go back home to get it, and that would certainly make me late. I stopped walking, pausing outside of a stall that was selling some beautiful flowers. I didn't have time to admire them however, as I found myself fumbling about to place my phone in my pocket and search for my ID card.

         I dropped my messenger bag onto the pavement and felt around in my pockets, only to feel the familiar plastic card that was my entry into work.

         "Thank god for that," I mumbled to myself, feeling relieved that I wouldn't be late into work and my morning was back on track. Before I could make a move to grab my bag however, a voice stopped me.

         "Hello, dear, can I interest you in some flowers this morning? These ones are in season!" the voice exclaimed enthusiastically, and I looked up to see an old woman smiling at me from behind her stall, and motioning to some fresh daffodils.

         I picked up my bag gingerly and shouldered it, keeping a firm grip on my coffee in my other hand. I smiled at her politely, trying to figure out the best way to decline her offer without seeming rude.

         "Uh..."

         However, I didn't get chance to speak because within the space of a few seconds and a blur of red and blue, I found my hand filled with a single red rose. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked up, suspecting a certain individual, and my suspicions were confirmed when I saw the familiar blonde-headed alien known as Supergirl flying the opposite way.

         "Wow, Supergirl must really like you," the old woman commented, breaking me from my trance and waving around the money in her hand, presumably the cost of the flower and a healthy tip.

         "Yeah..." I trailed off, looking down at the flower. Why would Supergirl buy me a flower? I didn't even know her?

         Finding the gesture cute but a little strange, I held out the flower back to the woman, who watched me with utter confusion.

         "You can keep the, um, money," I explained, still trying to get my head around things. "I, uh, I have to get to work. Thank you."

         The woman took the flower reluctantly, and I turned the other way, continuing my way to work with one thought in my mind.

         That was strange.

         The rest of my journey to work was spent with me trying to figure out what my morning had become, and also feeling like somebody was watching me. Yet, whenever I turned around, there was nobody there. Making me think another thing: stranger.

         The first thing I did when arriving at work was explain to Winn my weird encounter (if you could even call it that) with Supergirl. He seemed just as surprised as I was, and I was glad because it made me feel a little less bad about returning the flower.

         "So she just bought you a flower and flew away?" he reiterated in his own way, watching me with a quirked eyebrow.

         I nodded with a shrug of my shoulders. "Yeah, pretty much. It was strange to say the least. Cute, but strange."

         He pondered this for a few seconds before outstretching his hand. "Okay, come on then. Where's the flower?"

         I smiled sheepishly. "Uh, yeah, I kinda maybe returned it...?"

         He lowered his hand and raised his eyebrows. "What? Why would you do that?"

         I opened my mouth to say something but no words came out, so I turned around and headed to my desk opposite Winn's. "I don't know! I just, I don't know."

         "I think Supergirl has a crush on you," Winn stated, taking a seat at his own desk.

         Over the computer screen, I could see his serious expression, and I said, "Are you kidding me? She doesn't even know who I am. Maybe it was just a polite gesture. Besides, I already like someone else and you know that."

         A teasing smile appeared on his lips as he raised his eyebrows repeatedly. "A certain blonde with glasses perhaps?"

         I rolled my eyebrows and found myself smiling with embarrassment. I could feel my cheeks heating up and refused to acknowledge it as I logged onto my computer.

         "All I'm saying is that an alien might like you," he defended his idol's actions.

         "Or it was a polite gesture," I countered for the second time, not looking up from my keyboard.

         "Alien with a crush."

         "Polite gesture.

         "Alien with a crush."

         "Polite gesture.

         "Crush."

         "Gesture."

         He met my eyes challengingly, and we both smirked at each other, knowing we were as stubborn as one another.

         "Alien with a crush," he repeated confidently.

         "Polite gesture!" I exclaimed with a bubbly laugh following, myself unable to keep it in any longer.

         "What's a polite gesture?" a familiar voice asked, and I broke Winn's staring competition to feel the butterflies rise in my stomach as I saw Kara entering the office with a friendly smile on her lips.

         "Oh, uh, hey, Kara," I got out, smiling at her like a lovesick teenager. God, she was so beautiful.

         She smiled toothlessly, looking between Winn and I, and I noticed how lovely she looked today, wearing her usual assortment of a shirt and jumper to match.

         "Supergirl gave Y/N here a flower this morning," Winn blurted out, making me glare at him before meeting Kara's curious eyes with a smile.

         "Really? That's cute," Kara commented, biting her lower lip and looking down at her feet adorably.

         "Yeah, it was, until Y/N returned it," Winn continued running his mouth, making me facepalm.

         Kara's smile immediately faded as she looked to me. "What? You returned it? Why?"

         I looked to Winn with a smile, yet my eyes were murdering him in every way possible. He knew perfectly well that I couldn't tell Kara why I declined Supergirl's gesture.

         "No reason really," I shrugged it off, focusing on my computer screen and ignoring the looks I was getting off Winn and Kara. "But never mind that. How was your morning, Kara?"

         I looked up to meet her eyes and saw her saddened expression, confusing me slightly. However, she soon plastered a small smile on her lips. "Good, I guess."

         I smiled in return, and continued to admire her beauty even when she was looking away. Honestly, to think she didn't like me, when in fact, she was the sweetest girl ever. Supergirl had nothing on her.

***

         It was very odd for me the following week. Ever since the flower situation, I kept getting left cute messages and small yet thoughtful gifts that could only be from Supergirl seeing as they were hard to obtain for a human, or I happened to see the streak of red and blue fly past me like a gust of wind. I didn't share this with Winn and Kara because then I would have to explain why I kept declining her efforts to, well, I didn't even know. Get my attention? Woo me?

         It was another mystery in my life.

         I continued to see stories of Supergirl and all she was doing for the city on the news, and wondered how she managed to have time for that and doing all these cute things for me. Also, I had only seen her once, properly in person (excluding the times I caught her flying away after a polite gesture), and that was a pretty dorky moment for her.

         I was walking home from another long day at CatCo when someone in the crowd of people I was apart of spotted Supergirl flying around in the sky. Obviously everybody pulled out their phones and recorded the sighting of their favourite superhero. Whereas I would've continued my day like usual, taking this rare opportunity to push past the crowd of people and get home, I decided to stay standing and watch the alien, curious to her. She'd been leaving me gifts and messages and had certainly grabbed my attention, so I took the time to watch her in action.

         She was flying pretty low to the ground, enough for everyone to make out her facial expression. She was smiling happily, a radiance about her making me feel suddenly warm inside. I understood why everybody looked up to her for comfort now.

         Her eyes darted around the crowd, and pride was evident on her face as she saw the amount of people that favoured her. Her eyes met mine surprisingly, and they seemed so familiar to me as I kept her gaze. I couldn't pinpoint why though. Instead, she continued to watch me, and I cocked my head to the side with a confused smile, almost as if non-verbally asking her 'Why me?'. This was probably the wrong thing to do however, as she got distracted and ended up flying head-first through a billboard.

         Everybody gasped, and there was also some laughter as they watched their hero have a clumsy moment. I couldn't help but stifle a laugh, too, finding her little clumsy moment amusing. Soon enough, the hero flew out of the hole she had created, and shook her head to gather herself. Her bright red face was visible to everybody, and soon everybody was laughing with her, including myself. She smiled awkwardly before flying out of there, away from everybody.

         That was the only proper encounter I had with the hero, until finally, she decided to approach me in person, face-to-face.

         I was on the roof of my apartment building, sitting outside of the greenhouse that the owner had built up here. It was a pretty relaxing place to come to when you wanted some alone time, and he gave all us residents the permission to do so. I was reading moments ago, accompanied by the beautiful plants around me, and I was about to head inside when I saw the sun setting and decided to stay and watch.

         The sound of feet hitting the ground startled me, and I stood up immediately and turned around. I was surprised to say the least when I saw Supergirl stood there, a nervous smile on her lips.

         "What, no message written in the sky to announce your arrival?" I teased with a smile, referring to one of the ways she tried to impress me.

         She stood on her tiptoes for a second before resting on her feet, a smile on her lips. She looked so familiar now that I was up close, and her mannerism reminded me of somebody.

         "I didn't see the point since you don't like the ideas anyway, right?" she teased right back, her eyes squinting as she smiled widely.

         I lessened my smile and immediately felt guilty. "I'm sorry about that... I do appreciate the gestures and all–"

         "–but?"

         I breathed out slowly, rubbing the back of my neck. It wasn't very easy turning down the girl of steel.

         "I don't even know you," I admitted sheepishly. "I just– I appreciate everything you do for this city, but I don't really– I mean– ugh." I bit my lip as I tried to un-jumble my thoughts. "What did you think would happen? Just because you're a superhero I would fall for you?"

         She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, she rocked back and forth on her feet awkwardly, avoiding my gaze and instead focusing on her shoes. She raised her hand as if about to push some glasses up the bridge of her nose, but she wasn't wearing glasses so awkwardly lowered her hand, and that's when I realised it.

         My eyes widened as a gasp escaped my lips, seeing 'Supergirl' in a whole new light. She looked up and noticed my expression, making her own eyes widen as she stepped back a bit. The same blonde, curly hair; the same bright passion-filled eyes; the same ridiculously attractive build; Kara was Supergirl.

         "You're her," I breathed out. "Aren't you?"

         She chuckled awkwardly, scratching her head as she looked anywhere but at me, and it only confirmed my assumption. Kara had the same awkward behaviour around me, and I presumed it was because she hated me, but I guess now I know it's because she liked me. Wait. Kara liked me?

         "What are you talking about?" she said, trying not to stumble over her words.

         I stepped forward, hoping she wouldn't fly away before I got the chance to do anything. She watched me move closer and closer to her, until I was only inches away. I studied her features up close, remembering Kara's own. She literally looked the exact same but without glasses, and I was surprised at how I didn't figure it out sooner. She was so bothered about my opinion on Supergirl, and was interested in the whole flower incident. It all made sense.

         "Kara, it's you, isn't it?" I asked hesitantly, not wanting to scare her off.

         Her toothy smile lessened into a toothless one, and she licked her lips as she looked down to her feet, an action I was familiar with whenever speaking to her.

         "Your secret is safe with me," I promised her, making her look up to meet my eyes. "If you go on a date with me?"

         I smiled at her, feeling those familiar butterflies in my stomach as she searched my eyes for something. A beautiful smile graced her lips as she nodded slowly.

         "I would love to."

         I smiled widely and nodded, before moving forward to pull her into a hug. She was evidently surprised, but soon enough wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. I found myself smiling uncontrollably as I realised I finally managed to score a date with Kara Danvers. Is it bad I was more surprised about her having feelings for me than her being Supergirl?

         "Just wondering," I voiced aloud as we pulled apart, "but if you didn't want me to find out about you being, y'know, why would you try to get my attention as Supergirl?"

         She blushed immensely as she smiled with embarrassment, only making me admire how adorable she looked when she was flustered.  

         "It wasn't a very well-thought out plan, I'm aware," she admitted with a small chuckle, before meeting my eyes, "but I was more bothered about the fact of getting your attention. I figured you would notice Supergirl more than you would Kara Danvers..."

         Obviously slightly embarrassed at this revelation, she chewed on her lower lip and avoided my gaze. I enlaced my hand in one of hers and used the other to lift her head up by her chin.

         "Kara, you're so clueless for one of the most powerful women in the world," I told her with a laugh. "I've always noticed you. I was scared you never noticed me."

         Her eyebrows raised as I said this. "Really?"

         I nodded. "Yep. And the reason I kept declining 'Supergirl's' gestures was because I was, well, I was crushing on you."

         "Oh, well, um..." she was speechless as her face flushed a bright red.

         I laughed as I saw her being her cute adorable stammering self. "You know, I really loved watching you fly into that billboard the other day. It was definitely a super thing to do."

         She groaned aloud and hid her face in my shoulder, making me laugh even more. The girl of steel was before me this whole time, and yet I never noticed because I was too busy noticing Kara Danvers.

         It's funny how the world works.

[peculiaridealist]

You're Lucky I Love You

"Lee, I need to go to the bank later to sign some papers. Can we reschedule lunch tomorrow?" The blonde asked as soon as she got inside the brunette's office.

"Well, hello to you, too, darling. I'm doing quite alright, thank you for asking." Lena said in amusement as she looked up from her paperwork and she was even more amused when she saw how Kara's face was turning beet red.

"That was rude of me." Kara mumbled as she smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, Lee."

"You're forgiven and you're lucky I love you."

"I- buh... Wha?" Kara was seemingly at a loss for words which made Lena chuckle. This was the reaction that she could always pull from the blonde whenever she says the 'L' word and this amuses her. Oh how she just love teasing the blonde. However, without the blonde knowing, she had meant every word that she said.

Standing up from her swivel chair, she slowly made her way towards the blonde, making sure that her hips were swaying in an alluring manner for good measure. She felt like she was a predator trapping a prey who just so happened to be Kara.

Kara on the other hand visibly gulped as she watched Lena sashaying towards her and Lena swore that she can already compare Kara's face to a tomato.

"Is something wrong, Kara?" Lena asked, feigning innocence. Of course she knew already what was wrong.

"No? U-uhh... Lee? I- I-" Kara stammered as she tried to find the right words. A few moments later, she noticed Lena's teasing grin. She took her glasses off and pinched the bridge of her nose then it was followed with a sigh. "You're mean, you know that?"

"I know." Lena agreed with a grin. "And did I mention how good you look without those glasses?"

"Yes, you already did." Kara answered. "More than a few times already and please stop with the shameless flirting."

Now this stopped Lena on her tracks. It was her turn to visibly gulp as she felt the room had gone cold and dread was pitting in her stomach. "Did... did I do something wrong?"

"What? Why would you think that?" Kara furrowed her brows in confusion then her eyes widened comically as she started to ramble. "No! No, Lee, you didn't. Well, technically you did but, I'm not saying that it's a bad thing, no. It's just that, you say those things and it makes me flustered and all and I know you're only teasing me because I easily get flustered by almost everything and you find it amusing but every time you do that it's making me feel weird things and it makes me want to kiss you but I can't because you're my best friend and- no, I- All I'm saying is..."

"Well, maybe that's what I was aiming for." Lena interjected, trying to cut Kara's rambling but the blonde went on.

"... that I think those feelings aren't platonic and I don't want things to be weird between us because of those- wait, what?" Kara stopped her rambling as Lena's words sunk in.

"I said, maybe that was what I was aiming for." Lena repeated. "You know, you're really dense."

Kara's mouth was slightly agape as she looked at Lena with bewilderment, too shocked to formulate any words so Lena took it as an opportunity to speak before the blonde goes into a rambling fit again.

"You see..." Lena started. "I love you more than just a friend. I have been in love with you for a very long time already and I kept on flirting with you in hopes that you would take a hint but, God, Kara... I didn't realize you were this dense."

"Uhh... Sorry?" Though quite unsure, Kara mustered an apology which Lena waved away.

"It's fine."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Kara's voice was soft and Lena would love to hear this voice over and over again.

"Because, like you, I was afraid that things would get weird between us and I wasn't sure if you felt the same." Lena answered with a shrug.

"Well, I do." Kara sighed again. "I do and I really, really want to kiss you right now. I've been wanting to for a very long time already."

Lena raised a perfectly curved brow with her lips slowly quirked up. "You did not just do that."

"Do what?" Kara cocked her head to the side, giving her signature puppy look as she tried to look as innocent as possible but Lena knew better.

"Again, you're lucky I love you. Now, come here."

Lena snaked her arms around Kara's waist as she pulled the blonde close and ultimately closed the distance between her and Kara. The blonde's lips were just as what she had imagined. She won't deny, she had thoughts of how it felt to kiss Kara and this was beyond her expectations. Warm, soft, and sweet and Lena can't help but let out a sigh of satisfaction. Her heart soared when Kara was responding in the same manner and it was like their lips were melding perfectly together.

The kiss lasted for a couple more seconds before she reluctantly pulled away, but not completely. She rested her forehead on the blonde's and they were smiling stupidly at each other.

"That was..." Lena trailed off.

Kara giggled. "I know."

"Wanna go out on a date with me?" Lena asked which made Kara smile even wider.

"As if you still need to ask."

Just when Lena thought that the moment was already perfect, someone barged into her office.

"Hey, Lena, can I have the files under the-" A gasp. "oh my God! I am so sorry!" Sam exclaimed in surprise making the two jump back, creating a respective distance between them.

"I should have knocked." Sam looked mortified and Lena can't help but to be amused by the older woman's reaction. "I really should've knocked. Sorry."

"It's fine, Sam." Lena assured her.

"Still, I really am sorry. I didn't know you were here, Kara."

"I-it's fine, really and I came here unannounced, anyway." Kara offered Sam a smile. "I was just on my way out."

"You were?" Lena asked in confusion.

"Yeah." Kara answered. "I need to go to the bank, remember?"

"Right, sorry. Slipped my mind for a sec."

Then it was like a light bulb appeared on top of Sam's head.

"You know, I think you should go and accompany Kara." Sam suggested to Lena who seemed to have recovered from her mortification. "I can hold down the fort here for awhile."

"No, it's fine." Kara declined. "You're all busy and-"

"Oh, I insist. You don't really have to worry, Kara."

Lena glanced skeptically at Sam. "Arias..."

"Yes, Luthor?" Sam casted an innocent smile but, like Kara, the brunette knew better and knowing Sam, the older woman definitely won't budge once she had set her mind to something.

Lena sighed in defeat. Not that she doesn't want to spend more time with Kara, no. It was just that she had a lot of documents that needs to be reviewed but if Sam's offering, well, what the hell. She'll just roll with it.

"Alright, fine."

"Great!" Sam clapped her hands and pushed the two out of the young CEO's office. "Now go and do bank stuffs. Have fun!"

When Sam had retreated back to Lena's office, the brunette turned towards the blonde, disbelief painting her face. "Was I just kicked out of my own office?"

"Yup." Kara nodded. "You were just kicked out of your own office."

Lena groaned which made the blonde laugh as they made their way out of L-Corp.

**

"Hey, Lee."

Lena casted a quick glance at the blonde and shifted her gaze back on the road. "Yes, darling?"

"Tell me a quote that you like."

"Let's see..." The young CEO drummed her fingers on the steering wheel as she thought for an answer. "There are a lot but, one of them goes like this: 'In the end, everyone turns out to be the person they swore they'd never become'."

"That's... kinda sad."

"Sad, yes. But it's somehow true." Lena gave the blonde a small smile. "And what about you? What's your favorite quote?"

Kara gave a shrug. "It's the inside that matters. Not outside."

Lena's brow shot up in amusement. "Really?"

"Yup."

"Mind giving me an example?"

"Refrigerator." Kara answered like it was an obvious answer.

"Huh..." Lena breathed out as she parked at the bank's parking area. "Makes sense."

"I know! Anyway, you can stay her. No need to accompany me inside. I promise I'll be quick..." She paused for a brief moment and added. "...hopefully."

Lena slightly chuckled. "Go. I'll wait for you here."

Kara nodded and she unbuckled her seatbelt. Just as she was about to get out of the car, she turned her attention back at Lena and she leaned in close, giving the young CEO a chaste kiss before finally getting out of the car and Lena was left there alone, smiling stupidly at herself. She stayed like that for a good minute before deciding to respond to some emails while waiting for the blonde. Why do nothing when you can be productive while waiting, right?

A little while later, Lena was in the middle of reading an article when Kara got in the car looking frantic.

"Drive." Kara said as she quickly put her seatbelt on.

"Why are you in such a rush? What happened?" Even though she was confused, Lena immediately started the car up and pulled out of the parking lot.

"I just robbed the bank."

It was a good thing that Kara was wearing a seatbelt because Lena abruptly stepped on the breaks but it still made the blonde yelp in surprise.

"You what?!" Lena asked incredulously. Was Kara desperately in need? Why didn't she just tell her?

"I took this pen from the front desk, okay? So, technically, I just robbed them." Kara said as she held the said pen up. "Now, drive."

Lena just stared at Kara with her mouth slightly agape and utter disbelief was painted on her face. She then closed her eyes and sighed deeply as she composed herself.

"You really are lucky I love you." She mumbled and started to drive again.

Kara, seemingly had forgotten about the pen already, grabbed Lena's free hand and gave a delicate kiss on her knuckles. "I love you, too."

Heart hammering and cheeks tinted with pink which was slightly bordering red, Lena's lips involuntarily quirked up and her smile was slowly turning into a grin as she slowly shook her head.

"Are you aware that you're a dork?"

"Yes, I'm pretty much aware of it but, hey. I'm yourdork though." Kara proudly stated which stirred Lena's heart.

"That you are, darling." The young CEO gave a hearty chuckle before taking a quick glance at the blonde beside her. "But, seriously. Making something small look like a very serious problem? Don't do that again. You're going to give me a heart attack if you keep on doing that."

Kara snorted. "No promises."

And the blonde stuck her tongue out which made the brunette roll her eyes good naturedly. Kara was indeed damn lucky that Lena loves her.