A season re-write of Kara and Lena becoming best friends, realizing they have more than platonic feelings for their best friend, being in denial for a little bit, fighting everyone who judges their relationship and says they shouldn’t be friends, whilst wanting to be more than friends, defending each other at all costs, helping each other when things get hard, and just being hopelessly in love. With appearances of Winn being Kara’s best bro, Alex who needs to chill and stop being so overprotective, Maggie who should not be fighting Alex’s battles with the wrong person when she doesn’t have both sides of the story, James who is being a little bit of a hypocrite and should learn how to separate Luthors and Supers, everyone just being a tad bit judgmental, tabloids invading their privacy and speculating on their relationship, and Kara and Lena not giving a fuck because they believe in each other and what they feel and that’s all that matters.
Lena Luthor has a strictly sexual relationship with Supergirl, but when her feelings for amateur journalist Kara Danvers begin to grow, everything gets a lot more complicated. See inside for smut, feelings, rogue DEO agents, feelings, explosions, angst, and more feelings!
Lena’s mouth twists into a tiny smile and she realizes that she’s beginning to lean forward. Closer to Kara’s surprised smile. She turns and walks back over to her desk, she really has a lot of work to do. “I hope this isn’t the last time we talk,” she adds, and finds that she means it. (Or, a spaceship explodes. Kara decides to become a reporter. And Lena Luthor finally gets something like a happy ending.)
Lena is majorly crushing on Kara (and little bit crushing on Supergirl, but doesn’t realize they are the same person) and Kara is finally going to tell Lena she’s Supergirl! Except Lena thinks that Kara is about to confess having feelings for Lena. yikes so much miscommunication and secret identity high jinks!
That totally American feel when you take your kid to the ER for something because the pediatrician said to and then a month later you get a bill where 75% of the visit wasn’t covered by insurance because apparently the ER doc works for a group that is not covered by your insurance plan
Can I still send a one word prompt? If yes: potato :D Thank you.
When Redd brings his guitar over to Lohn’s place, he’s prepared for a lazy afternoon of drinking and songwriting. He’s looking forward to settling into the rocking chair on the porch and picking his way through some of their favorite songs. Lohn will be in his own chair beside him, the harmony in his voice making Redd’s heart soar.
But when he gets to Lohn’s house, he finds his best friend lugging a sack of potatoes from his pickup to his porch.
“Hey Redd!” Lohn grins at him, cheerful as always. “Give me a hand?”
Redd is slightly bewildered. “What’s all this?”
“Sale at the farmer’s market,” Lohn explains. He pauses to push his hat back on his head. “Thought I’d get a whole bunch, give ‘em to those what might need it. This is what I had left over Didn’t want ‘em to go to waste.”
“What are you gonna do with all these?” Redd asks. He shoulders the front door open and Lohn drags the sack inside.
“Well…” Lohn grunts as he deposits his cargo on the kitchen counter. He grins sheepishly at Redd. “My lady’s out of town for another week. Think you might have it in you to make some tater dishes?”
Redd can feel his plans for a tranquil afternoon quickly evaporating. He sighs. Lohn can’t cook to save his life, and he’s never been interested in learning.
“You really should learn how to cook, he says, removing his hat and setting it on a chair.
It takes over an hour to clean and peel all twenty pounds. Redd’s annoyed at first, but Lohn’s cheerfulness is infectious. Before long, the two of them are cheerfully harmonizing with an old country song on the radio as Lohn peels potatoes and Redd slices them into wedges. He leafs through the old recipe book Lohn fished out of a cabinet.
“Potatoes are a versatile food,” he says over his shoulder.
Lohn’s rinsing his hands in the sink, still humming along to the last song as a commercial begins to play. “What?”
“They’re versatile,” Redd says again. “Means-”
“I know what that means.” Lohn joins him at the counter, standing close enough for Redd to feel warmth from his body. He never seems to understand the concept of personal space when it comes to Redd, something that’s even more obvious as he nudges his taller friend in the arm. His voice drops to almost seductive tones. “Whatcha gonna make, boy?”
“Whatever you like.” Redd grins down at him.
Lohn’s quiet for a moment, his head bent over the cookbook. The house is quiet except for a radio announcer rambling about life insurance. Redd almost wants to hold his breath. It’s not the first time he’s wanted to bury his nose in Lohn’s dark hair. He always stops himself, of course. Ruining his closest friendship over a ridiculous desire doesn’t seem worth the trouble. Lohn gets touchy-feely sometimes yeah, but that’s just how he is. It wouldn’t make sense if Redd suddenly started doing the same thing.
Still, he wonders what Lohn would do if he just-
Abruptly, Lohn straightens from the counter with a laugh. Redd jerks back as well, his face hot.
“Too complicated,” Lohn says with a laugh. He’s speaking more loudly than usual. “I don’t know what half these ingredients are supposed to be. How ‘bout you start with something simple? Mash ‘em or something. Yeah, it’s been a while since I’ve had some good mashed potatoes.”
Redd wets his lips. “Your wish is my command, brother,” he drawls, and gets to work.