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oreoambitions · 12 hours
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The thing about Lena, Kara thinks to herself as she strolls down Main Street with her hands shoved in her pockets, is that she wants to seem tough. That's the problem in a nutshell. And anyone else here in Midvale would tell you that it's just a city thing, that all the city kids want to seem tough, that Lena is no exception, but Kara doesn't think that's true. Well, okay, she knows it's true. But with Lena, it's something else. Something deeper. Something maybe related to the way that Lena has withdrawn into herself day by day as Midvale has begun to dress itself up for the holidays.
But Kara can do I'm-so-tough. She can do I-hate-Christmas, and she can do I-don't-believe-in-fun because at this time of the year she can do anything and get through to anyone. A little bit of light, a little bit of magic... maybe a little bit of love. That's how Christmas goes, right? Especially in a place like Midvale.
Kara likes to think of Midvale as a postcard town: the kind of town folks are only ever passing through on their way up and down the coast, a scenic detour, a cozy place to spend the night or just the afternoon before you move along. It's a place where time seems to have come to a standstill or at least a crawl, where it was a big deal when the first (and only) Starbucks opened, where nothing at all is open after 8pm, and you'd be hard pressed to run any errands on a Sunday, and you'd better not let Mrs. Nal catch you doing anything untoward or you can expect you'll be the topic of every conversation in or out of church for the next week or so at least. Kara would know; she's been the talk of the town on more than one occasion.
But these last several weeks the talk of the town has been the young woman who pulled up one evening in a car worth probably more than every vehicle on Main Street put together and strolled into the aforementioned Starbucks in a beat up hoodie sporting red rimmed eyes and trembling hands to ask the barista whether possibly anyone had a spare phone cable. She didn't want to bother anyone, only she'd left Metropolis in a hurry and forgotten hers and without GPS she didn't have any idea where she might stop to purchase one. She'd slid a hundred dollar bill across the counter as payment for the manager's beat up old charger and rolled right back out of town before anyone could tell her just how far from home she was.
Only then she'd rolled back into town some six hours later and booked herself into the bed and breakfast. And then she hadn't left.
The Danvers have assured Kara that in all the years Eliza and Jeremiah have run the bed and breakfast, and all the years Jeremiah's parents ran it before that, stretching back all the dusty decades since Midvale was founded, they have never had a longterm guest, no sir. It has simply never happened before. Kara doubts the veracity of such a statement but it has been delivered to her with all the solemn weight of sacred fact, and so she's taken it in stride - something which Alex seems to have found suspicious. And, true, on another occasion Kara might have been found elbow deep in records on a personal mission to prove that Jeremiah has pulled this particular historical "factoid" from some place the sun don't shine, but, well, she's been a little distracted these past weeks. Distracted by sad green eyes and coy smiles and the overwhelmingly mysterious circumstances that have delivered Lena directly into Kara's home.
Unfortunately Eliza has strictly forbidden Kara from asking the hundred and one questions perpetually on the tip of her tongue, and Kara's objections that she's twenty four now and she'll ask her questions if she so pleases haven't actually outweighed the sense that, at least where Eliza is concerned, she ought to do as she's told. So she's restrained herself. And as the weeks have gone by, she and Lena have fallen into an amicable, if not entirely comfortable, routine.
Kara serves Lena breakfast in the dining room with the other guests at precisely 8:15 every morning: two poached eggs with avocado on a thick slice of Winn's sourdough bread, a cup of coffee (black, diluted with hot water), and a side of roasted vegetables (no potatoes). Every morning Lena invites Kara to join her at the table, though Kara only does so when there are no other guests around to serve. They eat - together or not - in a silence broken only by small talk and the occasional lingering gaze when one catches the other looking until, at precisely 9:15, Lena excuses herself to seek out Eliza and enquire after the availability of another night's lodging. She pays in cash, one day at a time, without fail. She and Kara see one another again on the stairs, Kara on her way out to work a shift at the library and Lena on her way back up to her room. A small smile passes between them, affectionate and familiar, and Kara thinks perhaps... But no, the moment has passed and they've gone their separate ways for another day.
Kara has resolved that this pattern will not repeat itself again. Not now, not when Midvale is draped in heavy golds and greens, when the smell of Christmas pastry is wafting through the streets, when the trickle of seasonal tourists is threatening to become a thunder which will by necessity pry Kara's attention away. Not now when Lena is withdrawing further and further, when those lingering glances at breakfast seem to be few and far between, and it seems the onslaught of Christmas cheer is threatening to drive Lena out of Midvale altogether. If Kara is going to get through to her, today is the day.
She swings into J'onn's diner with a determined expression, sidestepping the younger Arias who has eyes these days only for her iphone and not so much for where she's going. J'onn is predictably behind the counter; Kara isn't sure he's taken a day away from the diner in all the time she's known him.
"I need two to go mugs of Bad Day Danvers Brew," she tells him. "It's urgent."
He plops two large paper cups down onto the counter almost before she's done asking. "I thought your sister was on duty tonight."
"She was. Is. It's not- It's for me."
"I don't suppose this has anything to do with a certain green eyed young lady from out of town."
It's not really a question the way J'onn says it but Kara somehow still feels pressured to answer. She flushes, turns away, scans the room. The dinner rush hasn't quite arrived. J'onn bustles about behind the counter without further comment, though he does arch an accusatory brow when Kara meets his eyes again.
"You do know," he says as he slides the drinks across the counter, "She's going to leave this place. She may not be ready yet, but the day is coming."
Kara frowns at him. "Leave is a four letter word."
"L - e - a -"
"You know what I mean."
"Maybe you should consider it too. Whole world out there waiting for you, Little Danvers. Seems a shame not to go out and see it."
Kara thinks for a moment of this world as she saw it first: a little marble hanging in a black sea, so fragile and small, so far away from home. Midvale is home now, and she'll be damned if she's going to leave it behind. She forces a smile for J'onn's sake.
"I'm right where I'm supposed to be," she says. She tries to pay him for the drinks. As he has a hundred times before, he turns her money away. Kara slips the cash into the tip jar on her way out the door.
When she gets home it's to the smell of apple pies bubbling in the oven and the sound of some old 50's Christmas record playing almost too loud for Jeremiah's battered old bluetooth speaker and hardly loud enough to compete with Jeremiah himself. Kara creeps up the stairs two at a time, one Bad Day Danvers Brew clutched in either hand, quiet quiet quiet. If Eliza catches her she'll try to put her to work and Kara isn't sure she can explain exactly what she means when she says she's too "busy" right now to help out.
She occupies herself with that thought, thinking up excuses for Eliza, each one more improbable than the last, and then she finds herself standing in front of Lena's door. She feels suddenly grimy, foolish, clumsy. What she hasn't considered in all her planning for this moment is that with both hands occupied she can hardly knock on Lena's door, and with her heart pounding an urgent rhythm in her chest and her body trembling with something that is distinctly not fatigue Kara doesn't trust herself to tuck one of the drinks into the crook of her arm.
So she does what any sane person would do: she kicks the door. Gently. As gently as she possibly can, but it still feels brutish and Kara winces as the sound of it tumbles down the hall to clash with Jeremiah's crooning and the roar of the vacuum cleaner in the foyer. Grimy, foolish, clumsy. But then the door swings open and all such thoughts fall from Kara's mind.
She has words picked out for this moment but they don't come to her. Lena stands in the doorway in jeans and a cardigan and socks that have bumble bees on them and Kara feels like she needs just a moment but the moment is already passing. Green eyes search hers, curious, bemused. Kara wants to reach out and tuck that stray lock of hair away, but-
The drinks. Right. "I brought refreshments," she says, proferring the paper cups. "For us," she adds, in case it isn't clear.
Lena reaches out for one of the cups, hesitant, then pries the lid off to take a whiff. "Hot chocolate?"
Kara wants to melt on the spot but she sticks to her guns. "It's special hot chocolate," she clarifies. This is not how this conversation was supposed to go. She had this exchange all planned out, there were contingencies, it was all perfect and here she is muddying it all up. "I was thinking maybe we could go out tonight."
"Like on a date?"
Oh, Rao. Kara's eyes drops to Lena's mouth without her say so and then they travel a little further south to the line of that cardigan and she swallows. "No," she forces out, "like on a walk?"
There's a long pause and then Lena laughs. "You're really very charming, Danvers," she says, and Kara feels an unexpected thrill at the sound of her last name in Lena's mouth. "Let me just get my sweater."
"You're already-" Kara starts, but the door clicks shut before she can finish. "Wearing a sweater," she mumbles to herself.
Lena emerges some minutes later, just when Kara is beginning to get fidgety. She's thrown on a hoodie which is perhaps a size too big and a pair of converse rather the worse for wear and Kara isn't sure what she was expecting but it wasn't this. Which is not to say that she doesn't like it. Lena licks her lips and fixes Kara with a pointed look.
"There is whisky in that hot chocolate," she says.
Kara shrugs. "I did say it was special."
They make it down the stairs and out of the bed and breakfast without Eliza noticing, though Kara is all but certain Jeremiah saw them leave together and will have Questions with a capital Q about it later. The sun is just now sinking below the horizon as the two of them turn down Main Street, ducking around Mr. Schott who is occupying most of the sidewalk with a rickety old ladder in an attempt to install another strand of lights above the toy store window. Already the street lamps bear oversized red bows and long, heavy pine garlands, and it will be only a matter of days now before every storefront from here to the edge of town is bright and warm and magical. Kara takes it all in with a growing smile. Lena takes it in with an expression that borders on an outright scowl.
"So are we going anywhere in particular?" Lena asks. They duck around a knot of visitors asking after a table at the brewery and for an instant Kara is almost certain she feels Lena's fingers brush hers.
"We are," Kara admits. And then, because she doesn't want to give away their destination, she adds, "You don't like Christmas."
Lena grimaces and takes a long sip of the Bad Day Danvers Brew. "I wouldn't say that I don't like Christmas."
"But?"
"But I've never been festive. And this year..."
Kara's mind fills in the words that Lena doesn't say: This year it's hard. Hard to see the joy and the magic and the laughter all around when you're alone and far from home. Well, Kara knows a thing or two about that. She takes a sip of her own drink and, resolutely, carefully, looking straight ahead, she reaches out to touch Lena's hand, so gentle it could have been an accident.
"This year you have me," Kara says. She's shocked the line comes out of her mouth as smoothly as it does. Her heart is so far up her throat she almost fears she'll choke on it.
Lena steps in closer until Kara swears she can feel the heat radiating between them even through both of Lena's sweaters and her own Christmas flannel. They walk in silence for a block or so, shoulders bumping once in a while, before Lena asks, "Do you have any favorite holiday traditions?"
Kara shrugs. "I like the carols. Jeremiah and I always go out caroling on Christmas eve. Oh! And the cookies. Pie for breakfast on Christmas morning."
Lena laughs at that. "Pie for breakfast? Lilian - my step mother - she'd have a fit."
"Well you can have pie with us this year if you want; I promise not to tell Lilian a thing. If you're still hanging around."
Lena looks at her sharply and then looks away, leaving Kara to feel silent and small and a little rejected. But Lena touches Kara's wrist as they move through the crowd and then, when Kara doesn't pull away, she takes her hand.
"Christmas is always an important social event for my family," Lena says. She glances at Kara as if to check that she's listening and then away again so quickly that Kara almost wonders if she imagined it. "Everything has to be perfect. The food, the decorations, the music. The family. And it's beautiful, really. Imagine a pine tree towering up to the very rafters, all the ornaments carefully curated and arranged, and a cellist flown in from Italy perches in the corner playing O Come Emmanuel while the city's elite pass through pretending to enjoy bite sized Christmas pastries prepared overnight by a team flown in from France. I suspect it would feel magical if it weren't so much work. It's hard to enjoy the magic when you're a part of it. Especially as a child."
Kara frowns. Her fingers tighten around Lena's, tugging her ever forward towards the Christmas tree in the center of town. She's thinking of Krpyton, of a perfect family, a perfect people, and a perfect world crumbling under the veneer. But she can't say that to Lena, so she flashes her a bright smile instead and says, "In Midvale, everyone who wants to gets to put an ornament on the town tree."
"Everyone? That doesn't seem practical. There have to be, what, at least a thousand people living here."
Kara nods. "Yeah. Not everyone participates, but most people. And of course that means the tree isn't curated like your family's, but it's got a special kind of magic to it. The kind you get when you aren't trying to make magic follow the rules."
There is a sort of comedic timing, as this is the moment Kara steps over the low fence with the sign that reads "do not walk on the grass" and tugs a protesting Lena after into the shade - or, in this case, the light - of the Midvale tree.
"Rules," Lena is saying, "Generally exist for a reason, and when you break them willy nilly you don't get magic, you get chaos. It's important to- Wait, is this your Christmas tree?"
"Yep," Kara says. She reaches out to press a hand to the trunk and then stares up at the tiny golden lights wound among the branches with care, ornaments dangling here and there, some homemade and some not. She's definitely not supposed to get this close to it but, well, it's Alex on duty tonight and she doubts her sister is about to arrest her for trying to make a move on a pretty girl. "This is the one."
"But it's an oak tree," Lena observes. She steps up beside Kara to touch the trunk.
"Couple hundred years old, or so they told us in middle school," Kara says. "She's a gorgeous tree, isn't she? Not a pine and not perfect, but. Our own kind of magic." Then she grimaces. "Sorry; I'm being terribly cheesy right-"
"Did you know that mistletoe often grows in the California oak?" Lena interrupts.
Kara falters. She did know that, but this tree is carefully tended. No mistletoe here. She opens her mouth to say so when Lena holds up a finger to stop her again.
"To be perfectly clear I'm suggesting that we kiss here under this tree. Because you're charming and a little over the top and I hate that I love your Christmas flannel and I would very much like to have pie with you on Christmas morning. So if you'd like we can pretend there's mistletoe in the Midvale Christmas tree. It would be a very reasonable mistake; mistletoe really does grow on-"
Kara kisses her. The surprised gasp that falls from Lena's lips almost makes her laugh, but this is a serious moment so she tries to keep it in. She's got only one hand to work with - the other is still holding her Bad Day Danvers Brew - so she slides it around Lena's waist to pull her closer, and it's her turn to gasp when Lena tilts her head to slide her tongue along Kara's bottom lip.
Someone on the sidewalk cheers, and that is when Lena drops her drink. And then they do laugh together there under the tree, spiked hot chocolate splattered over the bottom of Lena's pants, Kara pressing her own drink into Lena's hands, and the sound of Mrs. Nal nearby screeching about public indecency while James tells her to go suck an egg. The two of them will be the talk of the town for weeks. Certainly through New Years. Kara doesn't think she minds.
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awaitingrain · 13 hours
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Lena bought a museum, which happens to be Kara's favorite. Lena is a business woman after all 💙💗
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rainbowmess823 · 2 days
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I'd just like to acknowledge something.
Robin, Enid, Kara are all embodied sunshine, golden retriever (tho in Enid's case wolf and literal) energy, tall rambling klutz.
Nancy, Wednesday, Lena are all embodied moonlight, black cat energy, short soft-for-one-person grump.
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kram6496 · 2 days
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DC Headcanons
What You Get Them for Christmas…
Diana Prince
She laughs as she pulls out her new luxury outfit, it’s looks like the bunny suit from a Christmas Story. “Our favorite movie” she laughs. “Also you are my bunny” you joke.
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Harley Quinn
She walks into the living room to find Bruce the Hyena resting with a Santa hat on and you standing there with a new espresso machine and a gift card for limitless egg sandwiches from Saul’s for her. She surprises you with a little pair of baby booties and a wink.
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Cleo Cazo
You surprise her with a little custom sweater for Sebastian. She giggles as you hand her a box with a new nightgown and snuggie for her. You may not have much but you have each other and that’s all Cleo wants for Christmas
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Selena Kyle
She opens her gift to find the diamond Batman took back from her last heist. “You remembered” she purrs. You cannot believe you actually broke into the Batcave to retrieve that
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Maxine Hunkel
She opens her gift to find a small cyclone pendant necklace with her birth stone at the center of it. She giggles and jumps into your arms.
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Kara Danvers
She opens up her gift to find a comfy sweater that she’s been eyeing. Kara squeals in delight. Turns out Clark dropped off a gift for both of you - Krypto’s little white puppy.
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Lena Luthor
She opens her gift to find a homemade self care set and a heart ornament with her name written all over it. “It’s my heart, and you’re all over it” you answer with a smile. Lena tackles you to the sofa and kisses you hungrily.
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in-2d-eep · 2 days
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She got that good night kiss
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supercorpkid · 1 day
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Anti-hero 2
Supergirl, Kara Danvers x Reader
Word count: 3225.
Part 1.
You’ve always tried to convince yourself you weren’t a bad person. Not one of the villains, but also not one of the heroes. You made sure there was a category just for you, so you could do what you do best. Only what you want.
And what’s wrong with that, honestly? All your life everyone told you what you do, people were tossing you from side to side and asking you to give up your wishes and wants for theirs. 
Your psychologist told you, you were a narcissist and that you should work on that. And then she fell on acid and turned into a psychopath, so you’re better off without people telling what you should work on. 
The morally gray idea always worked in your favor. But after you met Supergirl, for a while there, you actually wanted to be better. Does it have anything to do with her hotness? Duh. Girl has one piece of ass that you haven’t been able to get out of your mind. But as you remember well, she doesn’t think you can be good. And maybe you shouldn’t even try.
If everyone insists on treating you like a villain, no matter how much you actually try to help, then damn! Why even bother trying? If you’re never going to be a part of the super doofus friends, or even have any friends at all, you should just embrace the dark side everyone just insists on seeing.
You’re trying to live your own life. Kara is long gone in the past (granted the last time you saw her was two weeks ago, but she has definitely been erased from your mind ever since) and you’re trying to keep your distance from Supergirl as well. 
You’ve been trying to lay low for a while, but you’re running out of money. Once you find out the mayor has  been stealing money consistently from the city for years, your mind is made up quickly. Even being a villain, you still draw the line. No stealing from the poor, only from the wealthiest lying bastards.
“Y/N?” You hear Supergirl’s voice behind your back. Your heart stops for a second, before picking up the pace. You don’t show it, although you’re almost sure she knows you’re nervous. But she is probably mistaken as to the reason why.
“Oh, you again.” The irony is thick in your voice, and she knows it even with your back turned at her.
“What do you think you’re doing?” 
It can’t be an honest question. But you can take at least a little pride on making her feel dumb every time you talk to her.
“What does it look like I’m doin’, Supes? I’m robbin’ the mayor.” You turn around, bags of money in hands. She looks at you in question, turning her head to the sides, like a confused puppy. It would be adorable if you didn’t hate her so much now. “I’mma live up to my reputation, baby.”
“I thought you told me you were good with a twist.” She points at the bags on your hands.
“And I thought you called me ‘evil one’.” You smirk, making your way to the window you used to break in. “If everyone is going to treat me like a villain, then I might as well start acting like one.”
Kara takes one step forward, not as strong as she wants to make it seem. You see the confusion crossing her eyes and you can also tell she doesn’t want to hurt you. You’re not sure how, you just know.
“This isn’t you.” She tries and you can’t help but chuckle at that.
“And how would you know who I am? You never once cared enough to get to know me.” You attach the rope to your harness. “Well, anyways, I’d like to say it was nice to see ya, but it turns out, I’m over you.”
“Come on, Y/N. You can’t possibly think I’d let you leave with all that money.” She steps closer, a little more threatening this time. She dropped Kara so fast and she is back at Supergirl the second you don’t act like she wants you to. “I don’t want to hurt you, so leave the money and I might consider letting you walk free.”
“Oh, that’s so nice of you.” You fake, hand on your heart and a mock smile on your face. “Pass. I’mma take this and if I were you, I wouldn’t stand in my way.”
You make your way to the ledge of the building, attaching the money bags to your belt, before rappelling down the building. It’s not a second later until Supergirl is flying in front of you.
She stands tall, hands on her waist and hair flying in the wind. God damn it! This would’ve been a lot easier if her face wasn’t just as nice as her body. No doubt you’d have blown her out of your way already.
“Y’know, I knew you were just a bonehead with a nice bod, but damn, Kara. You surprise me more and more each day.” You easily start rolling yourself down. “D’you really think I didn’t have an escape plan in case you showed up?”
“I don’t see an escape plan.” She quirks her eyebrows, voice stronger than you’ve ever heard before. “All I see is a rope I can rip off with my bare hands.”
“Hmm, I bet that’s sexy, but I’mma leave that for someone else. Ya just don’t do it for me anymore.”
“Ok, enough with the chit-chat. Drop the bags or I’ll take you to the police station.”
“Did you see my new necklace?” You ask and immediately her eyes zoom in it. “I guess ya too far to see my new toy. Red Kryptonite, ya must’ve heard about it. It does wonderful things to kryptonians.”
“You wouldn’t.” She asks, knowing you would. You pout, ironically, then smirk right after. 
“Y’know Kara, if you didn’t wanna deal with another villain, ya really shouldn’t have turned me into one.”  You land safely in an alley, jumping onto your motorcycle right after. 
“Wait, wait.” She asks, looking at you ready to make your way out. You sigh at her. “If I turned you into this, then let me make it right. What can I do, or say, to make you stop this? To make you be good with a twist again?”
“I know!” She looks excited at the prospect of helping you. “Kill yourself!” You start off your motorcycle, and get out of there fast. 
You’re so fast, you even let yourself believe that you’ve lost her. Except as soon as you open the door of your apartment, she is right there.
“Y/N, please.” She begs while you throw the money to the side, and they pile up by the door.
“That’s breaking and entering, Supes.” You roll your eyes, but she doesn’t move.
“I was rooting for you.” 
“It must’ve been exhausting.” You sigh. “Now beat it.” 
“Please. I don’t think you’re actually a villain and if this-” She points at the bags of money. “If this is all my fault then let me make it up. Let me make you better again.”
“I have a better idea.” You take one big step forward and hold her by the collar of her suit, even though it is extremely skintight. You speak out of gritted teeth. “Let me make you worse instead.”
You did it out of spite. Sure. You hated the idea of Supergirl standing tall over you, thinking she is better because she hasn’t committed any light felony. Of course you steal, but only from the really wealthy ones. You know, the ones who wouldn’t even notice if they lost a few couple of thousand bucks. 
But now, as Kara’s eyes become dark, instead of their usual baby blue, you smile completely passionate about your idea. You really are a genius, and Supes look even hotter with this evil crossing her face.
“Welcome to the dark side, hot stuff.” You give her an evil smirk and are greeted with the same one on her face. How is it possible that she gets more attractive by the second?
“Did anyone ever tell you how hot you look after you just robbed the mayor?” Kara asks and you blush under her compliment. Wow, so that’s how she feels when you flirt with her. Can’t believe she doesn’t like it.
“You haven’t yet.” You raise an eyebrow at her. 
Kara’s next action is so unexpected, you can’t help the whimper that leaves your mouth. She picks you up, and you wrap your legs around her torso to hold yourself up, scared she might drop you. But she doesn’t. Instead, she pins you up against the wall, holding your waist harder.
“Well I’ve always thought you were the hottest evil one I’ve ever seen.” Her breath is hot on your neck, and you bite your lower lip to stop yourself from kissing her. “And I’ve pictured you in this position way too many times before.”
“See, I knew you had a dirty side. That cute nerdy act didn’t fool me.” You’re about to tease her some more, but her mouth makes way to your neck and you’re shut up right away. 
You can’t believe you haven’t done this before. For a while there you actually thought that for you to get together with Kara you had to rise yourself to her level, when the truth was, you only needed to bring her down to yours, instead. 
She blinks at you, giving you a grin, while she wakes up slowly. “You’re such a creep, stop staring.”
“Sorry hot stuff, I didn’t think you’d ever end up in my bed.”
“Oh please.” Kara pulls your body closer, and the small distance between you, she closes with a heavy kiss. “You had to know one day this would happen. You kept hitting on me so insistently.”
“What can I say? You look good when you’re flushed.” Her swollen lips open in a smile, while her cheeks get flushed by the compliment. “See, hot as fuck.”
“Hmmm,” she kisses you one more time. “Gotta run. Have to get to work before anyone notices I hate that place.”
“See you later?”
Kara slaps your butt tenderly, making you blush at the intimacy. “You, too, look damn good while flushed.” She gets dressed in a hurry and points at the window. “Leave it open, I’ll drop by whenever I can. Oh and, baby, don’t pull another robbery without me.”
“Eh, I’m good with money.” You look at the bags dropped by the floor. Kara agrees with her head and flies out. 
You spend a lazy day at home. You don’t have much to do, and you don’t wanna go around looking for trouble. When you eventually make it out of the house just for a large cup of coffee, and then back you are again for some television. 
Kara drops by after work. She looks so hot with her new style. The cardigan wearer Kara Danvers was nice, but this one wearing a black turtleneck with no sleeves showing her incredibly strong biceps is, oof, so sexy you can’t describe it.
“Hey” She pulls you onto her lap as soon as she is on the couch with you. Next thing you know she is kissing you hot and heavy, leaving you breathless.
“Hey, what are we going to do tonight?” You say when you finally catch your breath.
“I was thinking…” She starts, holding your waist stronger. “I’ll do you, then we have dinner, then I’ll do you again.”
“Yeah, sounds like a plan.”
You haven’t taken your necklace out yet. You don’t know how long the Red Kryptonite works on her, so you better keep her under the influence or she will ditch you really fast. But it’s been a couple of weeks and apparently your necklace has been doing its job flawlessly, because she keeps coming back.
“Hey.” Kara flies in through the window, and you look up at her from your place on the couch. “Did you stay there all day?” You agree with your head. “Have you moved at all?”
“Why don’t you come move me?” She smiles before making her way to where you are. 
It’s amazing how right you were about you and Kara being perfect in bed together. It’s not supposed to work so well, but maybe it is her dark side that makes things so great. You’ve been recovering your breath, and she climbs up your body, laying next to you. You two didn’t even make it to the bedroom this time, so she looks around in your living room, eyes zooming in a painting. 
“I didn’t know you had a thing for art.” She finally notices all of your walls are covered in paintings. “Those are nice.”
“Mhm.”
“Oh,” She looks at them with wide eyes. “Did you steal those from a museum?”
“Not really.” You breathe deep, and Kara looks back at you with puzzling eyes. “Those were actually painted by me.”
“No way!” She gets up immediately, and starts investigating your paintings from up close. You, on the other hand, like the view of her perfect bubble butt staring at you. “Oh this one from the sky is awesome. Hey, there’s a red thingy in here. It kinda looks like someone flying.”
“It’s you, actually.” 
Kara looks back at you, the smile on her face spreading wider. Her eyes light up at the thought. “You painted me?”
“It’s old. From when I had a crush on you or something like that.” 
“You had a crush on me?” Kara jokes knowing the answer. “That’s so embarrassing, baby.” She goes back to the painting, stays in front of it for a few minutes, fully analyzing it. “Y/N, this is amazing.” 
“Thanks.” You blush under her compliment. You haven’t had a lot of people telling you that you did something amazing. Especially not when it comes to your art. It feels weird receiving a compliment, but you also kinda like the feeling. “You can have it, if you want.”
“Are you serious? Golly! This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten. Thank you so much!” She comes back to kiss you and you chuckle at her reaction.
“Sure. No problem. Just don’t say golly ever again.”
“Hey, you have to come to game night tomorrow.” Kara says, making her way to your fridge and you raise your eyebrows at her. “With your big brain and my passion for games we will be the invincible couple! I mean, Brainy’s got the brains but Nia isn’t competitive. Alex and Kelly, pfff, they can never beat us. Lena and-” She finally stops ranting to look at your confused expression. “What?” 
“Don’t your friends hate me for using Red Kryptonite on you and making you evil?” 
“Oh.” She seems to think about it for the first time ever. “I don’t think so.”
“Shouldn’t they? I mean, I know your sister probably wants me dead.” 
“Oh, no. No.” She makes her way to you and kisses your forehead, reassuringly. “They like you. I think. They’re going to hate you when we start winning all the games though. But it’s going to be worth it.”
You open your mouth to argue, but she cuts you off with a kiss. 
“So it’s settled, you’ll come tomorrow!”
“Baby, can you help me with something?” Kara flies in, all dressed up as Supergirl. You clean your hands on a rag, trying to get the ink out. 
“What? Need help robbing a bank?” You ask with a mischievous smile, and she chuckles at you.
“Not quite. Just-Just look at this.” Kara shows you a crime scene on a tablet and you furrow your brows at it.
“Catwoman? Here in National City?”
“I knew I wasn’t going crazy, but Alex didn’t believe me.” She has the biggest smile on her face and kisses your cheek lovingly. “Thanks, baby. I have to go figure out what she is up to.” She is almost flying away when she looks back at you. “Unless you want to help me stop her.”
“Why would I do that? I'm a villain.” Says the person who hasn’t done anything nefarious in months and is stucking inside her apartment painting cute pictures of her girlfriend.
“I know!” Kara furrows her brows. “Of course you are. The worst one in National City.” She fakes it with an over exaggerated hand gesture. “Painting is looking good, my pretty evil one. I’ll see you later tonight.” 
For months you’ve been noticing how the Red Kryptonite isn’t working anymore. Kara’s evil smirk has made space for her cheery laugh. The cardigans have been casually making their way back into her wardrobe. Supergirl has been saving the world again. And even though she doesn’t tell you not to steal things, you know she tries to keep you busy and encourage you on your art so you don’t want to go raid some banks again. 
You keep saying you’re going to call her up on her bullshit. But everyday she lands on your apartment, kisses your inked hands, offers you some takeout food, and compliments you on your progress and you leave it for the next day. Then the next and the next, and so on.
There's low music playing in the back. Since December came, Kara hasn’t stopped listening to Christmas songs. Normally you’d hate this, but you love to hear her humming to them, and sometimes singing when she gets really in the zone. 
“Can I ask you something?” 
Kara has her back turned at you, looking the stupidest you can imagine with an ugly Christmas sweater of a dinosaur pretending to be a tree and the words ‘tree rex’. You’ve begged her to take it off when you first saw it, but the truth is you’ve never laughed so hard than seeing her in that stupid thing. 
She is flying a little off ground to place the star perfectly on top of the tree, and she hums for you to go on with your question.
“The Red Kryptonite necklace.” You look at your neck without it. You don’t think she’s ever even noticed you haven’t worn it in months. “That never worked, did it?”
Kara chuckles, landing on the floor and coming at you with a loving smile. “I actually think it was a ruby.”
“Why did you fake it?”
“You said I never cared enough to get to know you, and I knew you were right. Honestly, my plan was just gathering enough information to protect myself in case you decided to use your big beautiful brain against me. While, you know, seeing what the fuss was about getting in bed with you.” She cups your face gently and you can’t help but smile. “But then I’ve fallen for your wits like a ton of bricks.”
“Well, I guess the plan backfired for both of us. Cause all I wanted was that cute little butt of yours in my bed and then be done with you.” You look at the Christmas decorations you helped her put up and the gifts with both of your names under the tree. “And look at us now.”
“Look at us now.” She repeats, pulling you for one of those kisses.
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foeofcolor · 5 months
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Metropolis, on average, is likely to have much higher than average rent than Gotham. Reporters, non tv ones esp., don’t get paid that much these days with the gradual decline of print media. Probably lower than average for someone aiming to keep a low profile.
My point is, that rent in metropolis sucks ass and Clark just starting at the daily planet and running off to be superman all the time, is just. having an awful fucking time, because to be superman he can’t have roommates. He probably ends up doing some part time jobs with odd hours to keep his secret.
And most people also don’t know that superman HAS a secret identity in the early days and think he just. full time lives at the north pole.
So when the jla starts, no one KNOWS he has secret identity and Clark isn’t particularly keen on exposing it so he just. keeps coming up with bullshit ass excuses why he is randomly offline sometimes.
FLASH : Hey supes, why weren’t you at the meeting yesterday-
GREEN LANTERN : Got a hot date?
CLARK : I was, uh. Preparing for my hibernation.
 AQUAMAN : Your fucking WHAT
MARTIAN MANHUNTER, FULLY AWARE THAT CLARK IS MAKING BULLSHIT UP : Many species do such things-
FLASH : Alien species??
WONDER WOMAN, ASLO AWARE THAT HE’S LYING : Flash, Kal is also an alien, no matter how similar to humans he may look.
WONDER WOMAN : Kal, If there is anything we can do to assist-
CLARK : No, No, No it’s, it’s fine, it’s not a big deal-
BATMAN, AWARE OF HIS SECRET IDENTITY : It IS a big deal, superman. If one of our strongest is to be out of commission for an extended period of time-
CLARK : Oh, I won’t- We, we do it in shifts.
WONDER WOMAN : Is that so, Kal?
CLARK : Yeah, h. haha. 
Smash cut to a few years later-
KARA : YOU TOLD THEM WE DO WHAT
CLARK : I PANICKED OK?
Diana and Bruce never let him live this down btw.
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sango-blep · 2 months
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This acidentally turned out way softer than i planned. So the main blog can have it, as a treat.
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smallandsundry · 13 days
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f1 supercorp commission for @cleareyesfullbeers
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antygabo14 · 13 days
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@pscentral​ event 09: comfort ↳ comfort fics [supercorp]
i’ll be your west coast, honey by @thebluewritingbench
don’t go slow ‘cause you’re gonna be someone by @i-am-robie​ㅤ
stay the night by @lynnearlington
it’s all happenin’ at the zoo by @searidings​
there’s a big old moon shining down at night by @jazzfordshire​
we are what we pretend to be by @c--and--b​ㅤ ㅤ
she shines me up like gold on my arm by @itllsetyoufree
kryptonian tradition, or something like it by @sapphic-luthor
you & me & holiday wine by @ekingston  
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lucyllawless · 15 days
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ostropest · 6 months
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Happy Pride to Lena specifically 😅
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jiyaneru · 29 days
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finally, here's my contribution for supercorp zine volume 5!
@supercorpzine
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