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The bar is busy tonight, busier than normal and it’s making Kara’s head feel extra fuzzy as she watches the pulse of bodies. She lingers on a couple pressed too close for public, their movements leaving little to the imagination.
“I’ve never given someone a hickey.” Kara has no idea why she admits that. But she’s feeling warm and she can’t stop staring at this couple and now it’s out there and Lena’s slowly turning towards her as she sips tequila from her shot glass with a raised eyebrow. Her cheeks look as pink as Kara’s feel and it makes Kara wonder if she’s also feeling warm all of a sudden.
“You’ve never given anyone a hickey?”
Kara shakes her head as her eyes drop to Lena’s collar bone peeking out above her sweater. It’s easy to imagine a fading bruise against her porcelain skin. Too easy. Kara’s eyes jump back up to Lena’s face, as she fixes her glasses with a cough.
“Never?”
There’s no judgement in her voice but Kara’s still fighting a rising blush as she takes a gulp of her drink before remembering she’s not drinking club soda. Lena’s hand feels hot against her shoulder blades as she rubs gentle circles while Kara sputters briefly.
“I was always worried about hurting my… partners.” Kara smiles briefly as Lena nods sympathetically, her hand still resting between Kara’s shoulders.
“Do you want to give me a hickey?”
The question catches Kara by surprise, her glass exploding in her hand. Lena barely even blinks as Kara apologizes to the alien behind the bar helping M’gann. Gratefully accepting a bar towel to wipe her hands as the shards of glass are cleared away.
“No ones paying attention.” Lena’s voice is soft as Kara giggles nervously and looks around the bar before she looks back at Lena. Her head is tilted now, not quite offering her neck but just enough that Kara almost pushes forward.
“Would you like to go to the bathroom and give me one?”
Kara doesn’t even realize she’s nodding until Lena nods along with her before she pushes off her stool, gently tugging at Kara’s wrist to make sure she follows.
“I don’t even know how.”
The admission sounds louder inside the bathroom.
“It’s easy.” Lena watches Kara for a moment, before she wraps a hand around the back of her neck and steps in close.
“You’re just going to go down here,” A thumb grazes past Kara’s racing pulse seconds before she feels Lena’s breath against her skin, “and suck.”
Kara’s breath hitches as her eyes fall closed but nothing comes. Slowly the hand retracts and her eyes flutter open to find Lena gathering her long dark hair over one shoulder. Fingers tuck under the neckline of her sweater, pulling at it gently to give Kara more space.
“I trust you, Kara.” Lena breathes, waiting. “You won’t hurt me.”
Kara’s hand shake as she places them tentatively on Lena’s hips. Her grip growing firmer when Lena’s eyes fall closed. Gathering her nerves, Kara snakes forward, teeth colliding awkwardly with flushed skin.
“Less teeth.” Lena’s breath hitches as Kara adjusts, her lips gently pressing against Lena’s neck.
“Suck.”
A gasp echoes in the bathroom when Kara follows Lena’s direction. “Gently.”
Kara lets go, pressing her nose against Lena’s jaw as she takes a deep breath before she tries again.
“A little harder.” Lena’s voice waivers as Kara increases the suction slowly.
“Yesss.” Lena moans, her hands finding Kara’s hair for the first time, holding her in place. Kara groans at the feeling, pressing in closer until Lena’s caught up against the sink.
She doesn’t know how long they stay like that, Kara sucking mark after mark into Lena’s skin, Lena making small noises that thunder in Kara’s ears.
Kara only stops when there’s a gentle tug at her hair. Lena’s eyes are blown wide, and her lips are parted as she tries to catch her breath, but she can’t stop staring at the pink marks she’s left across Lena’s skin.
“We have to go.” Lena rasps, pulling up her sweater, but barely hiding anything.
“Why?” Kara tries not to sound hurt as she watches Lena adjust.
“Because I’m going to show you where else you can leave hickeys and I don’t really want to deal with an indecent exposure scandal tonight.”
Kara grins as Lena pulls her out of the bathroom ignoring the impatient cries from the lineup waiting outside the door.
16 + 4 + 2 (werewolf supercorp?)
It is not uncommon for Kara to wake up in a puddle of blood.
At this point she is immune to the shock that comes with it, really. She has adapted; knows all the best tricks to get stains out of her clothes, knows all the best laundromats that don’t ask any questions. Heck, she even has Alex’s ex-girlfriend on speed dial, just in case there is a freak chance the blood Kara wakes up in might be human (it has not happened yet, knock on wood).
But there are other parts that still take some getting used to. Like, for example, the loss of memory that comes with every night of the full moon. Because yeah, she understands why she wakes up in a pool of blood. What she doesn’t understand is why this time around she wakes up in a pool of her own blood, and in so much pain that it hurts to open her eyes.
“Ow,” Kara whispers to herself, twisting onto her side with a groan. Her clothes are gone—no surprise—but even as she is laying down on the cold, rocky forest floor, the only thing she can focus on is how much her head hurts. She’s dealt with branch scratches, sore legs and arms, the occasional plethora of bug bites, but never a headache. Her one comfort is that at least she has made it into the backyard of Sam’s cabin. It takes a considerable amount of strength to push herself up off the ground; walking is going to be much harder than anticipated.
If Alex saw her now, she'd—well first she would hit Kara over the head and yell at her about being dumb, but afterwards she would snicker. And probably hit her over the head again for good measure.
“Oh my God—!”
Okay, it’s official. Kara is now dead. Even if the stranger gawking at her is not the one who kills her, Alex definitely will.
Lena: Kara and I do not have pet names for each other.
Sam: Uh huh..
Sam: Hey, what’s another word for dad?
Lena: Daddy?
Kara, from the other room: Yeah babe?
Sam: Don’t lie to my face again.
kara, burying her face into lena's chest: [muffled] life hard, tiddy soft
kara: hey lena, can we have chinese for dinner?
lena: what did you just call me?
kara: lena … your name.
lena: [sad noises] my name is BABY 🥺
lena: i would like a kiss from you.
kara: you would like a lot of things. but a kiss you will have.
kara: [soft] *kisses top of lena's head*
Yes, i do believe that J and K have a secret handshake and they're smug little hooligans about it.
Kara gently sets a brown paper bag on the desk. Jess doesnt even look up.
"Did you get the strawberry sprinkles?" she drones, eyes on her computer.
"Are you ki-- Of course i got you the strawberry sprinkles! Only the best for my best girl!"
Jess checks the bag. "Hm, and a cookie too."
"Bruh, it's me."
Jess gives her the Nod of Approval, then initiates the Secret Handshake.
Lena quietly appears at the door.
"Kara, are you bribing Jess again?"
"Well, someone has to," the assistant drawls. "Keeping you fed is a full time job and then some, after all."
Lena cocks an amused eyebrow at that.
Kara comes up to her just then and says "she's right you know," with a patronising pat pat. "She deserves better."
Which draws a surprised/betrayed look from her wife.
Jess is all mhm as she reaches into the bag. "Well go on and have lunch in peace," she says, admiring the pink glaze and dense crust of candy, "while i keep the demons at bay."
Lena narrrows her eyes and keeps them on her as she closes the door, all the while Kara is guffawing in the background.
Kara gently touches her elbow, silently beckons her to follow.
Lena sets her lab equipment down, puts them away in a sort of 'be right back' manner. She sees Kara moving slowly towards the balcony, blue eyes trained on her. Lena nods to let her know.
I'm right behind you.
She climbs up the ladder and onto the rooftop where Kara waits for her, sitting on a blanket, surrounded by takeout boxes. The blonde gives her a small smile and pats the spot next to her. Lena settles into the little nest, and Kara holds a bucket of chili fries out between the two of them.
The Tower is nowhere near as tall as her former skyscraper of an office, but the spot Kara had chosen gave them an unobstructed view of the waterfront. Buildings, boats, and people are silhoutted against fiery reds and mellow oranges. The colors gleam across the glassy ocean, bathing everything in a soft, golden glow. The view itself is not exactly breathtaking, and it certainly isn't new. But it is special in the way that certain things are. It's warm. It's familiar. It's home.
Neither she nor Kara has said a word at all, and Lena chances a glance at her. Eyes closed, a serene smile on her lips, Kara is the absolute picture of contentment, and Lena can't look away. She realizes that maybe the view wasn't what felt like home, maybe it was the person she was sharing it with.
As the sun finally sinks below the horizon, Kara reaches across Lena's shoulder and gently pulls her into a hug. The tenderness with which Kara holds her almost brings her to tears.
"Can we do this again tomorrow?"
"Of course."
Part 2 of Part 1, I guess?
“Alex told me about the sun bomb. You really saved my ass back there.”
“Oh psh,” Lena replies with a dismissive wave. “They still could’ve saved you without it.”
“Yeah, but still, if you hadn't made it—”
Lena looks like she’s about to say something to downplay that. Kara will have none of it. Lena is not to feel inferior or unappreciated in her presence. Ever. And by the gods Lena will know that.
She puts a hand on the brunette’s arm and chuckles as she says “just take the compliment, Lena.”
“Okay.”
Lena might be blushing, Kara can't be sure. She looks so pretty just now, though. And Kara's heart skips four beats entirely. Not unusual, but it’s definitely something that's been happening a lot more frequently these last few days.
“Thank you.”
A moment passes and they both turn pensive, each leaning against the railing, looking out onto the city below.
"I’m really glad you’re here.” Kara says, somber, as she worries the hem of her sleeve. “And I'm sorry it’s taken this long. I feel like… like I've held this good thing from you by not telling you sooner. About who I am. About everything. You could’ve been… I don’t know. You could have been happy."
"Hm, maybe. Appreciate the sentiment, but it wasn’t your job to rescue me from that. That was something I had to do myself.“
Lena’s right about that, Kara thinks, but Kara is also thinking of all the other things that she could have kept from happening. Things that might have gone differently if she wasn’t such a co--
“Hey,” Lena whispers, leaning into her space and lightly pressing her finger into the crease on Kara's brow. The gesture makes Kara smile, drawing her out of her self-deprecating thoughts. She turns to face her, another sorry at the ready, but Lena gently cups Kara’s cheek, and blue eyes gaze upon green. "Enough beating yourself up, alright? What's done is done. It's time to move forward. It's time to forgive yourself."
Alex had told her something similar the other day. But how could she? She’d broken a promise to the other most important person in her life. Broken her trust. Broken her heart. How do you come back from something like that?
"I don’t know how to forgive myself," Kara says truthfully. "I’ve hurt you so badly and this whole—” she gestures vaguely between the two of them “—thing is a mess. I don’t know where to start."
Lena’s eyes turn ever softer as she lifts her other hand to Kara’s face. “You can start here.”
A kiss. A lingering touch of lips to the corner of Kara’s mouth. Her eyes drift shut as she leans into it, her hands moving up to cover Lena’s own. It undoes her, unmoors her. Then it binds her and engulfs her. She keeps her eyes closed as Lena pulls away.
“Will you be patient with me?”
Lena nods against her forehead. “Always.”
Hey! 8 from the happiness list or 7 from the sadness list please? If you're still taking prompts. I absolutely adore your work btw.
Well gosh, bruh 🥰
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“You work too hard.”
“I work just enough to keep this place from rack and ruin, thank you very much.”
She’s staring intensely at some spreadsheet or whatever, likely trying to convince Kara that she’s fine, but the fatigue in her voice, the slump of her shoulders, and the dark circles around her eyes tell a different story. Kara shakes her head in exasperation. Uncrossing her arms, she eases off the doorframe and walks over to the desk. She closes the laptop, unhooks the phone, and carefully lifts Lena off her chair. Any other day, she would be complaining, but not tonight. Tonight, Lena wraps her arms around Kara’s neck and allows herself to be carried to the couch with nary a peep of protest. Kara lays her head on her lap, and starts to gently scratch her scalp. Almost immediately, Lena relaxes. Her breathing slows and the tension in her jaw evaporates.
The weight of the world she’s trying to change melts away, and all that’s left is Lena.
And she is beautiful.
“Run away with me.” Kara whispers.
“You did it, Lena! We’re heading back now.”
“See you guys soon.”
Lena bows her head in relief over the keyboard, popping her earpiece out and clicking it off. She allows herself a moment to breathe with the relief that nothing had gone wrong.
“Well done, Ms. Luthor.”
She almost jumps at the voice. Zor-El. She’d forgotten that Kara’s father had remained in the Tower with her after being benched by Kara.
He stands tall beside her looking worlds away from the broken man she’d seen when they had first rescued him from the Phantom Zone, the crest of El proud on his broad chest.
“Oh.” Lena feels a light flush spread over her cheeks at the praise, tucks her hair behind her ear. “That was nothing, your daughter did all the heavy lifting.”
He tilts his head toward her, an unrecognizable look in his eyes. “On Krypton, we told stories of the Solar System, and its singular life-bearing planet. Silly stories about the lack of sophisticated life forms on planet Earth. I’m ashamed of those stories now that I’ve had the honor of working with one of Earth’s heroes.”
With a start, Lena understands the look on his face. Pride. He’s proud of her. This man really is Kara’s father. If she’d ever doubted it before, she sees it clearly now.
“On Krypton, Kara would’ve been paired with someone years ago. She always was an overachiever. She clearly didn’t need anyone’s guidance in finding her perfect match. When I have accomplished my mission here on Earth, I know that Alura and I would be honored to welcome you to the family on Argo.”
He beams at her, resting a soft hand on her shoulder, eyes squinting with joy the way she’s seen Kara’s do countless times.
And then he’s turning to greet his daughter where she’s landed on the Tower balcony, not realizing that he’s turned Lena’s entire world upside down.
It’s been a long month for them both. Between Lena’s identity crisis- who is she if she’s not working to repair the Luthor reputation? -and the endless stream of alien attacks that Kara’s been tasked with both stopping and reporting on, they’ve barely had time for each other during the day, and now, during the night as well.
Kara is too exhausted to make it from the door to anywhere further than the couch most nights. Before, Lena was too reticent to interrupt Kara’s comfort, knowing how tired she was, but it’s been been far too long since she held Kara for more than a few seconds at a time, too long since she could bury her face in Kara’s hair and feel the gentle rumble of her stomach and the rise and fall of her chest. She sneaks out of bed and squeezes herself between Kara and the back of the couch.
She stays up for as long as she can, taking Kara in, before she allows herself to fall asleep. She’s not too deep in the dream world when the jarring ringtone of Kara’s Supergirl phone jars her awake. She blinks, uncomprehending, as Kara answers the phone.
She looks dishevelled, her pants unbuttoned and her shirt wrinkled beyond repair. “I’ll be right there,” she says, slurred the way she gets when she’s too tired to even speak, and bumps into the coffee table, eyes still closed.
“Kara, your suit,” Lena blurts, stopping Kara’s hurried steps towards the balcony before it’s too late.
Kara silently backtracks, making her way to their bedroom. Lena follows, watching Kara make a valiant effort not to slump on the cabinet as she changes out of her clothes. She knows how tired she is, sees how tired she is. I wasn’t even fully awake until he punched me in the face, Kara had said the last time she was called in the middle of the night.
“Why does it need to be you, night and day?” Lena asks, unwilling to quell the surge of protectiveness she feels for her girlfriend. “You’re exhausted. Can’t the others step up for once?”
“Dunno,” Kara mumbles, her hands shaky with frustration. She’s tired, everything’s loud, and there’s an alien going around dumping toxins into local water fountains that she has to stop.
“Go back to bed,” Lena says, with all the authority she can muster. Kara ignores her, stuffing her legs into her red boots, so Lena tugs the cape out of her hands. “You cant go out like this. Go back to bed,” she repeats.
“I don’t have time for this.” Kara holds her hand out, not willing to pull the cape out of Lena’s grasp- mostly because she is always, always gentle with Lena, but also because she can’t muster the energy.
“When’s the last time you got 6 hours of sleep?” Lena asks, grip holding fast.
“Just because you don’t have a job doesn’t mean I have to stay home too.”
Lena’s nostrils flare. She steps into Kara’s space. “I’ve never, never, asked you to do something you don’t want to do. I’m telling you now, if you respect whatever part of me you can see with the one eye you have squinted open, to get out of your inside-out suit and go to bed. I will call Brainy and he and Nia will take care of this.”
Kara looks down at her suit. Her shoulders slump. “Fine. But I’m staying up until you call them.”
Lena marches back into the kitchen. Kara sits on the island, arms covering her face and ears reddening in embarrassment as Lena calls Alex to berate her. “—Do you have any idea how exhausted your sister’s been? I have half a mind to call Eliza-“
Alex gasps. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Test me, Alex. Don’t call in the next 24 hours unless it’s to apologize, or I’m suing you for personal injury.”
“Suing me?” Alex splutters, but her voice is cut off as Lena tosses the phone aside.
Kara allows herself to be coaxed out of her hiding place by a gentle hand in her hair, scratching at her scalp. She moves until she’s ensconced in Lena’s arms. “Sorry about the job comment. Mad. Tired.”
“I know,” Lena says. She rubs a hand down Kara’s back, pulling her closer. “Let’s go to bed.”
It’s the best sleep either one of them has had in weeks. Kara dozes off until noon, Lena wrapped around her the whole time. Alex makes a sustainable schedule for all the superfriends. The weird vendetta Lena has been harboring on the couch disappears. She finds she quite likes cuddling in the cramped space- just as long as they end the day in bed.
Hi! I would love if you could write something for supercorp with “I hope our kid takes after you.”. Thank you!
some v domestic supercorp from the prompt list! (happiness 12 I believe)
"I hope our kid takes after you."
Lena’s not quite sure when Kara’s kitchen became her own.
She knows where every dish is, knows where Kara keeps her spices, her utensils, her canned goods. There are things in the fridge that are hers, crackers in the cupboard that Kara bought because she likes them. It’s possible she knows Kara’s kitchen better than she knows her own, at this point, considers it as much hers as she does Kara’s.
She rarely cooks at her apartment. She tells herself she doesn’t have the time, opting for takeout or frozen meals instead. But it’s become something of a routine to cook at Kara’s, and often several nights a week finds them holed up in Kara’s kitchen, trying new recipes and arguing about vegetables. It was an easy transition from their old routine of weekly restaurant or bar hangouts—just one night where Lena was too tired to go out and Kara suggested this instead of calling off the occasion completely.
Somewhere along the way, it became their new normal.
10) “Please, for the love of god, do not explain any of what I’m seeing.”
I feel like there could be a lot good comedic dialogue with this one.
I’ve enjoyed your Supercorp stories so far ❤️
thank you!! here have some more fluff: this is disgust #10 from these dialogue prompts
"Please, for the love of god, do not explain any of what I'm seeing."
“Your Monopoly set is cursed.”
Lena glares at the board, currently filled with houses and hotels, abandoned pieces still spaced around the edges. She’s sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch instead of sitting on it and looking disgruntled. Her nose is scrunched in disgust, and Kara kind of wants to reach over and boop it.
Instead, she leans back on her hands and grins at Lena. “I don’t think the fact that you lost means it’s cursed.”
Laughter rings out loudly from the kitchen, and Kara catches Nia’s cackle above the rest. It’s the tail end of game night, the point where the games are starting to be forgotten halfway through and abandoned in favour of fervent drunk rants and trips to the kitchen for more snacks. Right now, Kara can hear Nia trying to convince the others to climb out the fire escape and up to the roof.
It’s just her and Lena left in the living room now, and Kara’s had enough aldebaran rum and coke that everything is a little fuzzy around the edges.
this is what happens when @ekingston and i get our hands on the prompt “that’s my wife!” and agree that she’ll draw my idea for it and i’ll write hers (aka hearing kara call it out as she watches lena being wheeled down a hospital corridor)
“Excuse me, you can’t go through there!”
Kara growls. The woman blocking her path is short and gently rounded, the kind lines of her face drooping in disapproval above her nurse’s scrubs. “No visitor access beyond this point, dear. Immediate family only.”
“Immediate— you’re joking, right?” Kara cranes her head, peering through the closing doors to catch a last glimpse of Lena’s gurney as it rounds the corner at the end of the hall. “That’s my wife!”
The nurse gapes at her. “Your—?”
Kara growls again, louder. It’s a good thing she’d blown out her powers twenty minutes ago, or she would not be held responsible for the Kryptonian-shaped hole in NC Memorial Hospital’s expensive surgery doors. “Yes, my wi—”
Her snarl is cut off by a hand clamping down firmly over her mouth from behind. Kara’s first instinct is to bite it. She resists, narrowly, as the familiar scent of shea butter moisturiser registers in her adrenaline-fogged brain.
“You sure about that?” Alex squeaks around a nervous laugh, voice pitched a half-octave too high. She removes her hand from Kara’s mouth, wiping her damp palm on her pants with a wrinkled nose. “Get hit on the head during that fight, did you?”
Kara whirls on her sister, eyes blazing. “Am I sure?” she parrots incredulously. Alex cowers a little beneath the force of her stare. “Unless you’re trying to tell me I hallucinated my entire wedding—”
“Supergirl isn’t married,” Alex stage-whispers loud enough to be heard in Florida, glancing pointedly down at Kara’s ash-caked body and oh yeah, she’s still wearing her supersuit.
Right, right.
