lena's face on the third one

“Supergirl and Lena coming out to the public with a photoshoot with James that they publish in a CatCo edition for pride month.” from @draconicdivinity


Snapper is utterly unfazed by Kara’s pitch.

A Pride Month edition of CatCo – something Cat Grant herself started years ago – this time featuring National City’s hottest new couple.

A Super and a Luthor.

Finally ready to acknowledge that they’re a couple. That they’re wildly in love.

Lena, secure enough to know that Kara – that Supergirl – hell, that her girlfriend, her girlfriend, will not let her down. Will not love her then leave her, in the public spotlight, no less.

Kara, trusting Lena’s ability to care for herself enough to know that she can handle herself if any threats come down on her for this.

Lena, ready to face her mother’s wrath. Again.

Kara, ready to respond at any and all moments to the call watch Winn had made for Lena – modeled on the one Clark had given James – so that Supergirl will never be the reason Lena is hurt.

“Better spruce up on your ability to write about yourself in the third person, Danvers,” he grumbles, but his almost invisible, wry grin weaves entire tales of the way he lost the bet he had with Cat Grant about when Supergirl and Lena Luthor would be ready to go public with their relationship.

With themselves.

Her hands are shaking the morning James meets them in the studio for their photoshoot, and Lena stills them with her own, with soft kisses to each knuckle.

“We don’t have to do this, Kara,” she tells her for perhaps the hundredth time. “It’s alright if you’re not ready, if – “

“No, no, that’s not it, Lena. I just… Sara isn’t a superhero on this Earth, so… so on this Earth, there really aren’t out queer superheroes. What if everyone starts thinking that I – I don’t know – that I’m the only way to be bi? All that representation, all on me…”

She sighs and she relishes the way Lena listens.

Listens with her full body, her full attention.

This woman who practically lives in her office; this woman who is constantly working, and loves it; this woman whose mind is constantly everywhere at once, who is always so busy that focus is a relative thing.

This woman is focusing, entirely, on her girlfriend, and it sends pleasant tingles down Kara’s spine. It almost makes her stop breathing.

The intensity of what it means to have Lena Luthor pay full attention to her. Her girlfriend, yes, but god, what a powerhouse of a woman.

Kara giggles suddenly, and Lena arches an eyebrow.

“You’re like a superhero, too, you know,” she tells Lena, who laughs open and loud because her girlfriend is utterly ridiculous.

Neither of them notice James clicking away, snapping impromptu photographs of them, incomplete makeup jobs be damned.

These will be better, anyway.

Kara with her hands in Lena’s, smiling earnestly, softly, watching her girlfriend laugh.

“No, I mean it! I was just thinking about… about how brilliant you are, and how many times you’ve saved us all, and how…  how proud I am that you even… noticed me, let alone date me.”

“Kara Danvers, I’ve told you before, and I will tell you every day until you understand why,” Lena bites her lip, the laughter gone from her face now. “You are my hero. Not this cape – although I do love your cape – “

They share a private laugh, and Kara blushes almost as red as the cape currently swept to her side for the photoshoot. “ – because I didn’t know you were bulletproof the first time I laid eyes on you. I didn’t have to. You’re special without all…”

She runs her fingers up and down Kara’s arms, up and down her superhero blue. “… without all this.”

The tears stinging Kara’s eyes blink away as she notices – finally – James snapping away.

“We’re not even through with makeup, James!” Kara pouts, and James just laughs.

“I won’t use any shots you both don’t approve of, you know that. But um, Kara, can I talk to you for a second?”

If James were any other ex of Kara’s, Lena might have bristled. But he is so much more than her ex; he’s her family. So when Kara squeezes Lena’s hands and gets up to follow James, Lena watches with a vague smile, because her heart is hammering with the thrill of finally being out together, the thrill of what Kara just told her, the anticipation of the reception of the piece, the relaxing evening Kara mentioned having planned for tonight.

“Listen, I wanted to – “

“Are you sure you’re okay doing this – “

They both stop and they both laugh and look in opposite directions.

James recovers first.

“I am so happy that you’re happy, Kara. And I’m glad Snapper assigned me to this. It’s a big deal, and it’s… honestly, Kara, it’s an honor. Look.” He shows her the feed from his camera, what he’s taken so far, and Kara gasps.

Lena, running her fingers tenderly down Kara’s suited-up arms.

Lena, hands mixed up with Kara’s, staring at her intently, so intently, that the picture alone makes Kara squirm with delight, with heat, with joyful humility.

Lena, tossing her head back and laughing, with Kara looking at her like she’s the most beautiful woman in the galaxy. And she would know.

“James, they’re beautiful,” she whispers, and he smiles.

“You’re beautiful together, Kara,” he tells her, and Lena’s the one who snaps a picture with her phone when she hugs him.

The rest of the afternoon is full of laughter, full of Kara trying to be intimidating and finally admitting that Alex pulls off the hands-on-hips thing much more confidently than Kara can.

Full of Lena stepping into classic Supergirl poses – eyes serious, arms crossed across her chest; chin tilted upwards, hands on her hips – with Kara, jaw dropped, eyes wide, next to her, a heady combination of amused and turned on.

“Told you you’re a superhero, you do the poses better than me!” Kara stammers when she finds words again, and Lena just laughs, just kisses her cheek, just whispers into her ear about Kara doing the important poses just fine, and the next series of photos is of a blushing, spluttering Supergirl and the human woman who can reduce the unflappable hero into a pile of mush.

When Kara tries to imitate the crisp, efficient, brilliant stance that Lena has at the studio desk, simulating her role as CEO of L Corp, James grins and sighs behind the camera, already anticipating the teasing about that desk that’s going to come from Alex and Maggie and Winn.

And probably some of the social media feeds, as well.

But all of that is inevitable. They’ve discussed it all, they’ve processed it all.

And they’re ready for it all. Together.

So when James still hasn’t quite found a cover photo yet, the one he takes when Kara pulls Lena close and gathers her into her arms – when they’re lost in each other’s eyes so deeply that it seems like they’ve forgotten they’re in a studio, that Kara’s feet might lift off the ground at any moment, and they do, slightly, they do – is what he knows will be the winner, what he knows will reach young queer kids and older queer adults, on the cover of a Pride Edition that is bound to need extra printing.

Because National City’s savior and her superhero girlfriend are redefining heroism as looking lovingly, openly, into someone else’s eyes, and that?

That’s something they’re all very ready for.

anonymous asked:

can you write something about kara/supergirl finding out about lena's favourite little things?

i combined two other prompts with this because i’m terrible and haven’t worked on prompts in months. anyway. sorry if it sucks

It’s during their second interview that Kara learns Lena has a terrible snacking habit.

Her massive desk has a well hidden drawer—one that Kara missed the first time she x-ray visioned the office, much to her chagrin—filled to the brim with energy bars, trail mixes, crackers, and expensive chocolates Kara’s never even heard of, maintained and supplied by the very perceptive Jess who is well aware of her boss’s unfortunate tendency to forget several meals in a row and insists on at least ensuring that the CEO subsists on snacks at the very minimum.

Kara spends the hour Jess has painstakingly fit into Lena’s schedule smiling as she watches Lena pull out a bag of trail mix, snacking through every question, chewing thoughtfully as she ponders how to respond to the inquiries into her family.

“Oh no,” she murmurs, after asking Kara to try the dried cranberries, informing her that they’re her favorite and that she wants Kara to try them too, “I don’t think my mother was working with Lex before. I think his going mad was what broke her. She was never quite shy about being obvious for her preference for Lex.” Lena stops, digs through the mix for a moment, searching for any chocolate—something Kara’s noticed is the first to go—and shakes her head. “Can we leave that off the record, Kara? I just…let’s talk about something else.”

And Kara nods, promises to leave out any mention of Lex and Lillian (focusing only on Lionel), and accepts the cranberries, trying hard not to blush at the smile Lena sends her way when she agrees it’s likely her favorite part of the trail mix as well.  

(From that day forward, Kara always checks the secret drawer, letting Jess know on the sly if Lena’s stores were running low—much to the assistant’s pleasant surprise.)

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anonymous asked:

Supercorp picks up a stray animal

“No.”  

“Please???”

“No!  Kara, we’ve been through this before.  This is the third stray we’ve found.  You’re just lucky Winn wanted a dog and Maggie wanted a kitten.”  

“And you can’t admit you were a little bit sad at letting that little ball of fur go?  Well here’s your chance to keep one!  Look at her!”  Kara all but shoves the small mewing ball of fur into Lena’s face.  Lena does her best to look unamused but it doesn’t last long.  

“Fine.  Let’s get her home.”  

“Great!  What shall we name her?”  

November 2074

Unfinished Business with the Group Captain

  • Graphic Depictions Of Violence
  • Major Character Death

Lena “Venom” Oxton made Winston a promise, one Winston did not like. But Lena Oxton keeps her promises.

This is part of the on overcoming the fear of spiders Overwatch AU continuity, and the linked novella should be read first, both for spoiler avoidance and for context.

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anonymous asked:

Could you pretty please do a TracerXFemale/Gender Neutral Reader? Maybe where Tracer gets the reader out of harm's way in the nick of time? <3 Your McCree one was great!

Sorry this took so long and is short :< 

Damn shame too, I really like Tracer.

Words: 468 sfw, femslash

It was a series of unfortunate events, really. Not like the novels by Lemony Snicket, but, what did Winston call it? Butterfly effect? Yeah, the butterfly effect!

Anyway.

Through the butterfly effect, Tracer met her. First Reaper showed up yelling his usual “Die! Die! Die!” which caused S76 to leap (roll) into action, starting a traffic jam as Reinhardt did crowd control, which caused a semi a few blocks back to stop suddenly, making the heavy load it was carrying to break free on its restraints and barreling towards the girl Tracer was currently on top of.

But not in a dirty way. More like a ‘I have to tackle you to save you’ kind of way.

Lena peered down at the girl she just saved, a little dumbstruck by how pretty her eyes were. She was always a sucker for eyes. Windows to the soul, as Winston said. A moment too long passed before she spoke. “…You’re on my hair.”

“Oh!” Lena gasped, scrambling to get off of her. “Sorry about that love!” Butt on her heels, Lena watched in mild wonder as the girl pushed herself off of the ground. The girl looked at the would-be cause of her death and… looked annoyed?

“Freaking third time this month,” she muttered before standing. She dusted herself off and extended a hand towards Lena. Eyes meeting once more, Lena blushed. Her rescuee really did have pretty eyes. “Thanks for saving my life,” she said as she helped Lena to her feet. “You’re one of those Overwatch people, ya?”

“Hm? Oh! Yeah!” Lena chirped, a small proud grin on her face. “Bringing back the ol’ gang!” Ol’ gang? What the heck Lena!?
Pretty-Eyes smiled. “Well, keep up the good work. Later.” With a small wave, she turned and just like that, walked out of Lena’s life.

Or so she thought.

Whether is was the butterfly effect or fate, Lena kept running into (and rescusing) Pretty-Eyes. By the fourth time, Lena was making a joke out of it. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say someone wants us to keep meeting,” she laughed as she literally swept Pretty-Eyes off her feet. The girl clutched onto her jacket as Lena skipped back and away from the attacking Talon members.
Pretty-Eyes giggled, releasing her grip on Lena’s lapels. “Or someone’s telling me to stick close to you.” Grinning, Lena set her down.

“Well if that’s the case,” Lena started, her heart beating a mile-a-minute, “then we should go out sometime, and get to know each other. Rather than be rescuer and rescuee all the time.”

There was something about a smile that always made eyes prettier, and, as they exchanged numbers and names, Lena came up with a new nickname for her damsel in constant distress.

Mrs. ‘Pretty-Eyes’ Oxton.

batman civilian AU: baseball

The older kids in elementary (like Helena is 9) are playing baseball with their friends
when suddenly
The kids from the OTHER ridiculously rich private school in town show up and taunts are thrown and one kid says that none of them could win against a real team–especially not Lena (the star pitcher) because she’s a GIRL
and Lena is all “…what did you say.”
And he gets all smug and bets that her brothers always let her win. she’s probably not even good at it.
and the kids are like OOOOOH.
and Lena gets this steel look in her eye like Bruce and says softly “you wanna bet?”
and the boy (who actually is a lil shit who has a crush on the wild Wayne daughter) laughs in her face and is all “what could you possibly have that I want?”
“My entire beanie baby collection.”
Kids go silent.
Lena smiles slowly.
“With the collector’s items.”
Kids gasp.
and the boy looks at her face and no, Lena is not joking. So he swallows and promises: “for our beanie babies. you’re on.”
And Lena strides to the dugout and Dick puts his hand on her shoulder and is like “Lena, are you sure?”
And she looks up at her sweet older brother and replies seriously, “this is the most sure as I’ve ever been in my entire life.”
And Dick nods like this is some really important event in his sister’s life. And so he turns to their team (who consists of some short legged tykes) and gives an inspirational speech and Jason says a prayer and then all solemnly head out to the field while their asthmatic friend struggles to play the trombone. (it’s a really pathetic send off but they know it comes from a good place)
And it’s a tight game. One because both sides are evenly matched with people who can actually play and people who can’t really (only Lena’s team is full of five, six, seven year olds and the other team full of kids who have been too rich to actually play an entire game and are wiped).
Steph hits the ball and it plops to an outfielder but the outfielder trips over it and bonks his head and so Steph runs on her little legs to first base.
And the team screams at her to keep going, KEEP GOING!
(Because it looks like that guy is passed out and he won’t be getting up anytime soon)
So Steph keeps running and running and running and her purple Mary Jane shoe falls off so she’s running in the red dirt with one shoe and one eyelet sock that’s slipping off and the kids are SCREAMING and she’s getting red in the face but pushes through and keeps running
And running
And running
And she hits home but keeps going past the bleachers to the water fountain where Timmy runs after her and starts fanning the poor girl as she sits panting and he flicks water on her face.
Jason is the umpire and mocks the batters while Lena pitches. But then Dick is batting and jerk boy’s friend pitches his ball to hit Jason right in the abdomen, knocking the breath outta him. And Dick throws down his bat and attacks the kid, dust flying up in the air. So then Dick and jerk friend are disqualified, so jerk boy and Lena take their places (with asthmatic trumpet friend taking Jason’s place as the umpire with a large built up pillow from the picnic tablecloth.
It’s a face off.
Lena isn’t a batter; she’s a pitcher.
She looks over at her team, shadowed by the harsh sun.
For them.
For them she will be a batter.
It’s tie.
One home run and victory.  
She lifts up the bat.
The pitcher brings the ball to his chest.
Their eyes meet.
She’s the Queen of Baseball.
WHACK.
A split second of silence.
The ball keeps rushing past the outfield.
Past the swing set.
Past the oak trees.
…And straight into Ms. Isley’s backyard.
The children collectively wince and hope nothing happens to the petunias or they will have hell to pay.
Lena takes off, swinging past first, second, third, home!
They’ve won!
They’ve won fair and square!
The team comes rushing out (well, as well as they can because Dick has a scraped knee and Jason’s abdomen is bruised and Steph STILL doesn’t have her shoe–)
After celebrating, jerk boy comes walking up. His head is lowered. “Good game,” he congratulates her, voice husky. “When do you want the beanie babies?”
Lena tilts her head and smiles. “Oh, you can keep them,” she says carelessly. Their team begins walking home for victory milk and cookies. She calls over her shoulder, “Besides, I own all the current beanie babies anyway.”

September - Throttle x Earth, Wind, & Fire

Synopsis: Angela feels self-conscious about her age. Fareeha helps.

Pairings: Rocket Angel/Pharmercy (Fareeha “Pharah” Amari/Angela “Mercy” Ziegler)

Fareeha watches Angela. Her fingers curl tight around the neck of her beer, her eyes, brighter than usual, track the way Lena traverses the floor, circling and cheering as Lúcio jerks and gyrates like he was born to it.

And maybe he was, Fareeha muses, watching his dreadlocks, out of their usual tail, undulate around him. He moves so fluidly, like it’s bass and melody in his veins instead of blood, and he seems to know the lyrics to every song, even the ones that were recorded well before her mother’s time. Seeing him and Lena circle Hana, who is out on the dance floor but only allows herself to tap her feet — Fareeha’s reminded of herself, younger, self-conscious, a little more than a little proud — They’re trying to coax her into letting loose; Fareeha feels the grin rise to her face. She marvels, not for the first time, at the talent that surrounds her, at the heroism these young people have already achieved — one a nomad out of time; the other a celebrity and a pilot of extraordinary caliber; the third an inspiration and a voice for the people.

Then, she looks to her right and finds Angela Ziegler, watching her.

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A Little Advice

This was inspired by @cyaoxo ‘s post Here


“Hey, Lena.” Kara brushed past Lena’s assistant and all but tumbled into Lena’s office. Kara didn’t sit and Lena raised an eyebrow at her. Usually Kara was all manners and smiles and fidgeting like she was now, but not with the concern haunting her eyes.

Lena closed her laptop and smiled at Jess, “Thank you, Jess.” She stood and walked around her desk to where Kara stood wringing her hands.

Jess nodded and left. Lena was grateful for her, Jess didn’t ask questions much.

Lena motioned for Kara to sit, Kara shook her head and turned to pace across Lena’s office instead. Lena frowned, she’d never seen Kara this worked up. Even when her friend was caught up in Sinclair’s fighting ring. Lena moved to sit herself, most people were more comfortable around her when she was sitting.

The move did nothing to calm Kara’s pacing, but at least Lena could get a good look at her now. Her hair was swept back as always, but fly-aways lined her face. It was a good look for her. Lena clenched her teeth, now was not the time, obviously.

“Kara, you don’t have to say anything, but I’m here if you want to talk.” Lena spoke lowly. Loud noises probably wouldn’t help Kara right now. Kara’s hands wound around themselves and Lena couldn’t help the desire to hold those hands. She pushed it back though, another time, maybe. Hopefully.

“Okay,” Kara took a breath and brushed her hands down her jeans. Lena did not look at Kara’s hands. She just wanted to help, really, and Kara’d been so nice to her. Now she could help Kara, not just one of Kara’s friends.

“Okay,” Kara started again. “So, I have this friend.” Lena tilted her head and listened, Kara wasn’t looking at her, not directly. “And, well, she, well, she likes one of her new friends.” Kara looked at Lena, but Lena couldn’t figure out what that gaze was for.

Lena shook her head and let a light frown lay on her forehead. She sat forward, she wanted Kara to know she was trying.

Kara sighed and dropped her hands. She looked so defeated. Lena almost opened her mouth but then Kara was talking again, babbling really. Lena felt her heart flutter, she didn’t let it show, but she could listen to Kara talk for days.

“Okay, by like I mean, like, like. Y’know?” Kara stared imploringly at her and Lena blinked and nodded slowly. “Okay, good. So, she, my friend, likes her new friend who happens to be… also a she.” Kara pushed at her glasses and the pieces started to fall into place for Lena.

Lena nodded and Kara seemed to lose a bit of the tension in her shoulders. Did Kara think Lena would have a problem with lesbians? Lena didn’t smile at the irony, but she tucked the information away.

“So, she likes her new friend and doesn’t know what to do about it.” Kara huffed. “And maybe? Maybe her new friend likes her back?” Lena felt her heart stutter. “But she doesn’t know and she won’t make a decision because she could ruin her new friendship.”

Lena struggled to breathe. Was Kara talking about herself? Was she talking about Lena? Did Kara know? Was Kara interested?

“And now,” Kara threw her hands up. “She’s so confused and I don’t know what to do!”

Lena stood. Kara was so worked up. She just wanted to take all that weight from Kara. Kara really didn’t need to worry about this. Not about Lena. She took a step toward Kara and the pull was there. Like it always was around the reporter.

The second step was easier and Kara turned to see her take the third step. Lena stared right at Kara, saw the confusion flit through her eyes, the swallow that outlined her neck so beautifully. Kara was like a portrait, one in all the warm colors and Lena just wanted to kiss her.

She just wanted to kiss all the concern from Kara Danvers.

Step four and Lena reached out for Kara’s cheeks. Kara’s eyes were gorgeous, how had Lena ever pulled away from this woman? Even now, with confusion and conflict sitting on her face, Lena could see the kindness pooling in her eyes.

God, Lena loved her. Kara had only been in her life for such a short while but she was so warm and Lena was so cold.

She closed her eyes and listened to Kara breathe in. Lena took the final step forward and Kara’s lips were just as she imagined. Soft, warm, and the slightest bit pliant. Lena’s own breath stuttered, but here, in front of this woman, she wouldn’t push down these feelings anymore.

Kara’s hands laid on Lena’s hips and Lena pressed forward. That was certainly an invitation and the way Kara fit against her was intoxicating. She liked how tall Kara was, how wide her shoulders were, how safe she felt with Kara.

With all her bumbling and blushing, Kara was her fortress. No one else was honest with Lena, not so completely. Kara didn’t fear her. Kara was her friend. Lena had very few friends.

Maybe Kara wanted to be something else. Not something more, because friendship was all the ‘more’ Lena could ever want. But something else indeed.

Kara’s hand trailed up her back and Lena shivered. She pulled back, only a fraction of an inch, Kara’s lips were far too inviting to pull far away from. “I, I don’t think you should worry about what to say to your friend Kara.”

The laugh tumbled from Kara’s lips and Lena felt it travel through Kara’s body and it was delightful. She pressed her lips back to Kara’s and couldn’t, wouldn’t, keep the smile off her lips.

This time Kara pulled back and her eyes were so alight, so alive Lena lost her breath. “You thought I was talking about us.”

What? Lena stiffened, she’d been wrong? She’d been wrong, but Kara, Kara’s arms were still around her? She’d watched Kara, she looked happy, was Lena wrong?

“No, no.” Kara’s smile widened and she pressed a kiss against Lena’s lips. Lena swallowed and felt the air rush back into her lungs. “I wasn’t talking about us, I was actually talking about my sister. But, uh, this is good too.”

The hopeful smile on Kara’s lips pulled the last shred of worry from Lena and Lena grinned back, “Then, quite the fortunate assumption on my part.” She felt breathless and she honestly didn’t mind Kara hearing the effect she had on her.

“Mhh,” Kara nodded and dipped her head for another soft kiss. “I still don’t know what to say to my sister though.”

Lena laughed, an actual laugh, she almost surprised herself. When was the last time she’d laughed? Lena shook her head, it’d been with Kara of course. “I don’t think I have any advice for that. Perhaps,” Lena still couldn’t believe the warmth surrounding her. Kara was like the sun, “Perhaps, tell her to take a chance?”

The grin that lanced over Kara’s cheeks almost looked like it should hurt. Lena actually was breathless now. That smile did far too much to her. Kara kissed her again and pulled away much too quickly.

“Thank you, Lena, I have to go talk to her,” Kara winked, winked! At Lena! Lena nearly toppled over, her chest felt far too light and tight all at the same time. “But I’ll be back for you.”

Then Kara was skipping out of her office and Lena couldn’t find her voice quickly enough to call out to Kara. Not to pull her back. No, Kara had to do this, Lena understood.

But skipping out of Lena’s office with lipstick kisses around her mouth was perhaps too incriminating. Not that Lena could deny the satisfaction coiling through her stomach at the thought of Jess most certainly coming to the right conclusion. Or everyone else for that matter.

Lena smiled, a laugh ghosting over her lips. They tingled and Lena couldn’t help but press her fingers to her lips, she could still feel Kara’s warmth against her. She turned back to her desk, but she’d get no work done tonight.