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I hate dc so much sometimes what do you mean these are two entirely different Supergirls, with one being the Kryptonian Kara we're all familiar with and the other being a magic angel fire being, but they both go by Linda Danvers
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People died, but I don't care. I can fix her.
Lena could fix her.
#overgirl#supergirl#kara#zorel#kara zorel#kara danvers#blondes#bad girls#beautiful women#Lena Luthor#Lena Luthor could fix her#supercorp
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Stuck
Going to be working on my script this week. WOOT
I don't know though, they are both perfect in my eyes, hard workers who know that life isn't easy. I need to be with a woman who gets it. Because when things look rough, I need you to know that I'm working, and you might not be able to recognize that
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Fuckin politics and gender roles
And you're not sure and I don't know
Got swept away in the gray
I just may like to have a conversation
Sadie, can I ask you a question?
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Make this the Supercorp AU where Lena travels back in time to 1980s Supergirl.
#melissa benoist#sadie#girls on the bus#taylor swift#questions#can i ask you a question#supercorp#AU
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Have you ever?
Have you ever looked at an artist's work, and it spoke to you? The artist spoke to you through the piece. Have you ever fallen for someone's heart, their soul? It speaks to you, it compliments you. That's how I see SwanQueen Supercorp Darlentina that's how I see the ships that are woman x woman it's so much more than what they look like. So much more than the power you wield. It's so much more than how much money you have.
That connection is why we stan Katie, it's why we stan Jane, and Melissa, and JMO, and Alba. They are good at what they do, and you are great at what you do.
I love you for you, even if right now you don't love yourself. I know she hurt you, and I respect you enough to wait. I respect you enough to let you heal. I care about you enough to leave you alone. Doesn't mean I will love you any less. Your soul speaks to me, and I don't know how to explain that. I know we would be great together if you could see me in that way. You could be the Lena to my Kara. Or the Narda to my Regina. I don't care how much money you have, I don't care what you look like, I was yours before I saw your face, but I didn't know that at the time.
I'll be getting over you my whole life, as Taylor Swift said.
#swan queen#supercorp#darlentina#fanfiction#fanfic#kara danvers#lena luthor#narda custodio#regina vanguardia#regina mills#emma swan#taylor swift#thoughts#thinking#katie mcgrath#melissa benoist#alba baptista
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Untitled Swifty
Sometimes I only want to read Supercorp fanfics and listen to Taylor Swift, what has become of my life?
#writing#supercorp#supergirl#lena luthor#kara zorel#taylor swift#writing community#womenwriters#fanfics
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My Girl, Lena
My Girl, Lena
A Supercorp Fanfic
I don't remember anything but the pain, and being an alien on Earth that's something I have never had to really deal with, in the physical sense of the word.The world around me was black, it’s all I saw. And what I could hear, was it all. My sister, my cousin, my allies, my enemies. “Kara,” they all seemed to scream, some with care, some were seething. Some of them threw parties, and some held vigils.
I wasn’t dead, I was weak, I was asleep.
Touch
Sight
Hearing
I was bedridden, why I’m still not sure, as time moved the voices settled, or maybe my mind settled on a voice, on a heart. Cool and collected. She sounded like she was the President. They way she commanded everyone around. Soft spoken but stern. Clear, and decisive. A powerful woman, she sounded like she towered over me.
And her scent. Very fruity. She leaned over me and I smelled coconuts, which must have been her hair care products, I felt her hair brush over my face.
So, she is tall, and she wears her hair down, and has a voice that would distract anyone who bleeds. I heard her whisper, “I’m sorry,” for what? I don’t know. I can’t feel anything anymore, but my mind is black, my world is black. It’s okay, you have nothing to apologize for.
“Kara,” it was the softest I have ever heard my name spoken, and honestly it was the only way I ever wanted to hear it again. She visited everyday. I felt like a celebrity. I’m just a girl from Krypton. I listened to her talk about her dates, she likes women too. I wonder how she feels about aliens. She has this light laugh, and I often wonder if her smile stretches from ear to ear. Does she only smile like that for me? She most certainly only uses that voice for me.
She leaned over me again today, and I’m almost certain it was her body wash. How? I didn’t feel her hair on my skin. But the scent of strawberries moved closer, as did her pulse, was it also getting faster?
Touch
Sight
Hearing
Smell
The world is blurry around my vision. I’m in a hospital, but it also looks like some kind of prison. There are wires, and cords inside of my skin, so I pulled them out. I don’t feel pain, but an annoying alarm went off. The door shot open and this short woman with long black hair ran in, she wore a white coat, and had some kind of tablet in her hand. She was wearing a blue blouse and I’ve never seen that color blue, or a blouse that looked like it was on its last leg of life.
“Kara,” she said in panic. It’s her. She’s shorter than I thought she was going to be.
“Softer, please.” I grunted. “Say it like you say it when you visit me every day.” My request was simple.
She had tears in her eyes, and I’m not quite sure why, “Kara,” she said softly. There it is. “Kara, I’m so glad you’re awake, we’ve all missed you so much.”
No one else matters as I reached out for her hand. “I love you, whoever you are. I have fallen in love with you, and I didn’t know what you looked like, but your soul is beautiful, you don’t allow yourself to be held down by your struggles, and the woman from your last date doesn’t deserve a second chance.”
“Kara, it’s me.” She seemed horrified to say that. I don’t know her, I only know of her. What I’ve listened to however long I’ve been in this hospital, this prison.
“Who is me?” I asked, as I ran a hand through my hair. Was it always this long?
“Lena Luthor, your best friend.” Before I knew it, this Lena Luthor was leaning over me again, my face in her breast, not a bad place to be. She was crying, she was whimpering, and she blamed herself. She has nothing to apologize for.
Her tear drop fell to my lips, and in the saltiness I tasted all of her pain, everything she kept within. Long nights, and early mornings.
Touch
Sight
Hearing
Smell
Taste
And then I remembered.
I remembered the way she made me feel the first time we met. A woman adopted like me, trying to make a name for herself, like me. Proud. Strong. Independent, and often a target. Also, like me. She wasn’t just any woman. She was the woman. She never once put me down for my eating habits. Never gave me grief about having to run off to save the day. She was my biggest cheerleader. I was that to her. All these feelings, my body is hotter than usual. All these thoughts in my mind, I need to let them out.
“I know you’re going through a lot, but I’m in love with you. Your name doesn’t scare me, because I know your heart. And I’m sorry if this is too much to hear, but I know we would be amazing together when you’re ready. And I just hope it’s okay that I’m saying all this, because I never want to lose you again. And I know I’m rambling but I’m nervous, and I just hope it’s okay that you’re in my head like this.”
She held onto the sides of my face, I think that vein on her head is going to pop, her face is red, and her eyes are filled with unshed tears, and then she smiled. That beautiful Lena Luthor smile, “Kara, you’re delicate right now, but I love you too.”
She leaned in to kiss me, and I pulled her into the hospital bed with me. I don’t want to live in a World where I don’t know this woman. My heart aches for her, my soul lives for her, and I’m in love with her. We’ll do amazing things, just you wait and see. Because she’s, my girl. My girl, Lena.
FIN
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