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#kara: oooh look they're working the turntable#lena *rubbing temple*: darling that's not a turntable#kara: you sure?#lena *bemused*: yes.#kara *scrunches*: oh. cause 'turntable' is what i call you behind your back#lena *turned confused*: ???#kara: and i'm your dj-#alex: for the love of god please stop talking
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The devastating difference between how much time it takes to write something vs how fast people read it lol
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Basketball, golf, figure skating, chess … no game/sport is safe from these gay asses
Don't forget polo!!!
#but also one glimpse of ms. mcgrath in this look would have me forgetting a lot more than just polo
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#happy yearnsday#yearsnday is celebrated every day a yearning lena luthor crosses my dash#it is celebrated every day
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I came here to tell you how I'm going gangbusters over your new fic until I saw the Is Kara Stupid commentor and your in depth reply. Your reply was amazing and got me to see things I hadn't even noticed. You were also way too nice in my opinion
hey thanks! that's so sweet of you to say. i'm glad my wordy response didn't go to waste.
#though admittedly i wrote the response more for myself than the commenter#and i'm glad you thought it was too nice! because i was worried it edged toward condescension#and did i google 'gangbusters' because i momentarily doubted that i knew its correct meaning? yes. yes i did.#thanks for the ask!#qs with quinn#anon#2whh
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alex: wait what is lena doing?
nia: looks like the heimlich
brainy: that is most certainly not the heimlich
nia: then what... oh. oh. oh no.
alex: hand check, luthor!
*Kara shoves eleventh potsticker in mouth*
Lena: oh.
*Kara shoves twelfth potsticker in mouth*
Lena: oh.
*Kara reaches for thirteenth potsticker*
Alex: oh no.
nia: do you. do you think she remembers she’s solarflared right now.
alex:
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i rly. really rly rly really truly and wholly LOVE reading tags under posts. it's my favorite. i love everyone and their lovely thoughts. pls keep writing in the tags guys. i love you.
#i 100% love tags as much or more than the original posts 100% of the time#that means i always love them
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Honestly, ever since becoming a fanfic writer myself I’ve become like 500% more understanding and patient about other authors’ update schedules. An author takes 6+ months to post their next chapter? Yeah, totally get that real life can get in the way. An author abandons a fic? Disappointing, but it happens- sometimes inspiration for a story just dies. An author apologizes about taking so long to post a 10k word chapter? Dude, that’s like 18-20 pages on Word single-spaced. It takes me at least a week to write an essay for school a quarter the length of that, and that’s with a deadline.
It’s probably the most important thing writing fanfic has taught me, tbh. How to fully appreciate the hard work someone else has put into their story. How important the role of the audience is to an author. And that no matter what, you are never entitled to demand more of a story that you are getting for free.
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that’s how that scene went, right
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"You should be at the club" Direct exposure to the club would kill me instantly
"You should be at bar trivia night" This I cannot deny
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“Supergirl!”
Kara was getting tired of hearing her name, sometimes. Well, tired of hearing that name. There had been a certain novelty at first. The first time it happened, her stomach dropped with dread. She went into a panic, wondering how she’d been found out and what this person’s intentions were. Then, she remembered that she’d spilled the secret herself, and it was the biggest news story of the year, and the person’s intentions were to get an autograph for her daughter, which Kara quietly obliged.
The first few weeks, she spent most of her time adjusting. Every time she went out in public, she had to deal with reactions. People tried to pay for her order at Noonan’s, tried to buy her beers, asked her bizarre and awkward questions. They could be really forward, too. She had more than one man tell her that the skirt suit was better, and one guy actually had the audacity to tell her that it’s a shame her cape covers her ass.
Then things settled, at least a little. Lena taught her how to handle it, how to deal with paparazzi and invasive questions or shouted epithets.
They were walking together when a young woman called Kara out by her other name and ran up to them. Kara tensed, but Lena was easy and relaxed. She’d been working on her own powers and was gone for weeks at a time, now and then, meeting with and learning from from strange people.
She’d reassured Kara. “I’m not putting on a skintight suit and calling myself Miss Magic or whatever, Kara. I’d rather keep things the way they are.”
Of course they both knew that Kara would never let anyone hurt her.
The girl ran up to them with the uninhibited boldness of a starstruck fan, practically bouncing on her heels.
“OhmygodyouresupergirlandshesLenaohmyGod!”
Kara was bemused.
Lena said, “Try to breathe, sweetheart. We’d rather you not pass out.”
The girl looked between them excitedly. Kara knew what was coming: a selfie request. It was confirmed when the girl pulled out her phone.
“Can you do this meme?”
Kara blinked. Do what now?
She held out the phone and showed Kara a drawing of two of two women she didn’t recognize. One had long dark hair while another with pink hair, heavily muscled, wrapped an arm around her from behind. The first woman had her face tucked into the elbow of the second.
“Uhhh,” Kara said, eloquently.
“Sure, we can,” said Lena.
Kara blinked. “Wait, what?”
Before she knew what was happening, Lena stepped in front of Kara, then backed into her, tucking her body back against Kara. Lena’s back pressed lightly against her and her butt settled against Kara’s hips. Awkwardly at first, Kara brought her arm up around Lena and tensed as she felt Lena’s breath tickle her arm.
There were just out for a casual walk and Kara was wearing a workout tank, enjoying the summer sun as it soaked her skin. Lena was wearing a dark green sun dress that left her shoulders bare.
Lena committed to the bit, as it were, burying her face in Kara’s bicep. She could feel Lena’s lips pressed to her skin and her heart began to race. Without thinking, she put her other arm protectively around Lena’s waist and pulled Lena in.
Kara went still as she felt, and heard, Lena’s heart pounding in her chest. A blush crept up her face, and she almost forgot why this was even happening until she heard the shutter noise from the kid’s phone.
The magic was broken. Kara let her arm fall. Lena broke contact with her.
“Oh my God you are so jacked,” the girl said.
“Make sure you share that to Kara’s socials,” said Lena.
“I will! Thank you!”
“So we just did a meme?” Kara said, as the girl ran off to show her friends. They must have dared her to ask.
“Yes, Kara,” Lena sighed.
They resumed their walk, headed nowhere in particular. Every time Kara looked over at Lena, Lena was already looking at her and quickly looked away, her pale cheeks tinting pink.
“Lena,” Kara said, furtive. “Am I… jacked?”
Lena stopped and raised an eyebrow. Gingerly, she reached over and ran her figertips over the blocky mass of Kara’s shoulder, prompting an involuntary flex that continued as her nails pulled a sharp track down the back of her arm.
“Are you serious?”
Kara swallowed, hard.
“Kara, I can see your abs through your shirt and you’re not even flexing.”
There was something in her voice, heavy and thick, that set Kara off, sending funny little tingles shooting down her limbs as warmth pooled in her belly. She bit her lip and then saw that Lena’s eyes were roaming over her.
Skin conductivity increased, heat bloom in pelvic region, increased pulse and breathing, flushing, dilated pupils, circulation increasing in-
Kara blinked.
“Do you, um, like it?” Kara asked.
Lena swallowed hard, looking slightly startled. Her eyes locked with Kara’s. There was a sudden silent storm of emotion in that gaze, hope and sorrow. It was like looking into the eyes of someone starving who just had a feast placed in front of them and knew it was about to be cruelly torn away. Lena waited and waited, the moment dragging on just a little too long to be glossed over, moved past, not this time.
“What do you think?” said Lena.
Kara’s pulse was racing so hard she could feel it in her tongue. She was growing lightheaded and had to stop herself from floating off the ground.
She turned to fully face Lena, ignoring the world around them. She wasn’t sure how to do this, where to put her hands, how to even start. She was so scared. What if she misread the situation? What if Lena was just admiring her physique? You know, platonically.
Fuck it.
In the end, all Kara had to do was put her hands on Lena’s hips. It was as easy as that. Lena dove into her, and before they made full contact, she had flashes of all the times she’d almost done this, from the time Lena, tearful and soft and precious, lay on Kara’s shoulder to that brief moment of bravery that swept Kara to lean in for it when she returned from the Phantom Zone.
Their lips met. Lena was as soft and warm as Kara dreamed she’d be, and they slotted together perfectly. Lena kissed her fiercely, without reservation, finally getting her feast. Kara’s head felt it like it was spinning, the world whirling around them. Without thinking she lifted Lena up and kissed her so deeply, so filthily, that the distant part of her brain that was still working screamed we’re in public!
Not that she much cared, especially when Lena grabbed her ass with both hands, fingers spread wide to get a nice big handful, and squeezed. Hard.
Kara squeaked in surprise and delight and finally put her down. Lena was grinning, her hair a mess, pure joy radiating from her eyes.
“I should have done that years ago,” Kara said, breathless.
“Yes,” Lena whispered. “You should have, but, uhh…”
Oh, right. They were in public. There had to be fifty people aiming phones at them. Kara looked around and swallowed.
“Get me out of here, Supergirl.”
In an easy, practiced motion, Kara scooped her up and lifted into the sky as Lena tucked against her with the same familiarity, but it was different now. Better somehow.
It only took a few moments for Kara to set down on the roof of her building and a few moments more for the pair to tumble into Kara’s loft. Once they were inside and Kara latched the door, Lena was on her, almost trying to climb her.
“I have another meme I want to try out,” said Lena. “The one about getting railed in a sundress.”
Kara stared at her, and then picked her up and carried her to the bed.
Later, when Lena was sleeping contentedly in a nest of blankets, Kara got over her sense of dread and checked her phone. The first pop up was Instagram; she’d been tagged and the meme pic had gone viral. Following that was an alert from basically every news service on Earth making some kind of a comment about Supergirl’s relationship with Lena Luthor.
And, of course, texts.
Nia: CONGRATS!!!!
Brainy: I calculated a 97% possibility of this occurrence, but the security of the timeline demanded I be discreet.
J’onn: That was unanticipated.
Alex: GOD DAMN IT KARA
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