AU Where Kate And Erica Had One, Semi-anonymous, Great Night In College That’s Nothing But A Vague

i'm never gonna emotionally recover from this

As if we were the ones tying Azzi to Paige and not them, forgetting that other people exist.

tragedy as a genre asks us repeatedly “why did this have to happen?”. why did medea kill her children? why did lear reject the only daughter who truly loved him? why cant estragon and vladimir simply walk away? we can accept the idea that these are events made inevitable by some facet of the characters personalities. we can argue that circumstances forced their hand. but ultimately we dont have these answers and thats why i think tragedy. is a genre so given to retellings and repetition. the why is tantalizing — maybe if we play it again, we can figure out where it went wrong. so anyways as always we’re back at hadestown’s “its a sad song, but we sing it anyway. to know how it ends, and still begin to sing it again, as if it might turn out this time …”

So are you obsessed with the brilliant and highly skilled but repressed rich girl falls for the energetic and super powerful golden retriever type of girl and they become ride or die for each other dynamic or….are you normal?

Seeing CP finally get what she deserves after being constantly fucked over by the NWSL and USSF treating her like trash. Now she’s one of the highest paid bitches 💯 ready to thrive on her home pitch 💅

Pinoe: So, what’s it like dating Christen?

Tobin: One time, I asked her for water while she was pissed at me and she brought me a glass full of ice and told me to wait.

Tobin: I love her.

I can understand people perceiving the hug to just be a hug between besties and that’s totally valid but just like anything to do with pazzi, it’s never really what they do but it’s what the rest of the team does that always gives them away or makes everything 🤨🤨 like with that hug, from the front angle you saw KK legit have the biggest surprised smile on her face when they hugged and the other angle, you can clearly see her put her hands over her mouth and was completely cheesing plus you can see ice looking over at kk? and giving a knowing smile. Then you obvs had azzi giving kk a light shove at the end to get her to stop. Bonus: aubrey’s smile as p goes in for the hug and the way q looks at them in the photo that was posted.

It’s the same with that clip. Like yes, the way they were holding each other in that seemed intimate but you could also chalk it up to them being drunk or something, but it was ice and carol’s reaction afterwards that let you know something’s going on.

So many other examples tbh haha but y’all already know 😜. Like 97% of their interactions in public can definitely be explained as just very close besties behavior, but their teammates’ reactions always say otherwise. But ofc each to their own and like i said, i can definitely understand ppl that totally just see them as besties (and maybe they really are just that or maybe not, i guess we’ll never know until they want us to know!)

yes yes yes i so agree

bc don’t get me wrong like i’ve been getting the “undercutting tension” vibe in everything they do for a while now but that could very much be me going insane, bc most of what they’ve done i would do/have done w my bsf bc we’re like soul tied. but also i feel like it did have different energy like watching them i wasn’t like oh yeah that’s us fr ykwim?

vibes/energy whatever is sm harder to read tho which is why i base so much of it off of their teammates, as you said. when paige and nika hug, no one bats an eye. when paige and azzi hug, everyone (discreetly) throws a party lmao

bc of everything that’s happened, i think the other girlies get just as excited as we do when pazzi does interact in public 😭 we really don’t get to see it a lot anymore it’s like a lil treat

but yeah the way all their teammates tiptoe around talking abt it and hide it on lives and always react like that speaks volumes and i don’t think they’d be able to keep up this bit (if it was) for this long

also food for thought, they could always say sum to shut it down and they never do 🤷‍♀️ like kate was chill w going on live and being like “i’m NOT dating jada” bc you know, she isn’t 😭😭

like the fact that they’re not even willing to lie abt it tells you how in deep they are

A college au where Lena does the unthinkable: she forgets about her chemistry lab. Now Lena never misses a lab. She’s never even late to class. So when her lab partner calls her, asking where she is, her heart drops. She’d forgotten it’s Wednesday. How could she forget it’s Wednesday?

A glance at her watch tells her that she has approximately 10 minutes before she’s actually late, which is plenty of time to get two buildings over to the lab space.

The only minor snag is, well… lab dress code. Normally, that would never be an issue. She always keeps a spare pair of safety goggles in her bag, and she’d never deign to wear something like shorts or sandals to attend classes, like some of her peers.

But… some days, she’s just stayed up far too late studying. Some days, she’s barely staying upright by coffee and willpower alone, and she’s so tired that she couldn’t even be bothered to put her contacts in before classes. On those days, she’s willing to make a minor exception to her usually immaculate state of dress.

With her biomedical engineering midterm fast approaching, today happens to be one of those days. The skin tight leggings that she threw on before sleepily rushing out the door that morning mock her with the way that they cling. Honestly it’s not as if she planned to spill corrosives on herself, but she knows for a fact Dr. Kord wouldn’t allow her to walk through the door in such “lab inappropriate apparel.”

Ugh. At least, the tennis shoes she threw on are close-toed. She’ll figure something out.

And as she scurries through the chemistry halls towards the lab, that something presents itself.

She catches site of a blond girl in comfy looking NCU sweat pants heading into the restroom just around the corner from her destination. And really, she can’t believe she’s doing this, but her options are limited. So she looks the girl dead in the eye through the mirror and steels herself, as she firmly states, “I need your pants.”

“You… what?” her bewilderment is evident in her reflection.

“Your pants. I need them,” Lena repeats to the stranger, raising her chin, as if this isn’t the strangest request (read: demand) she’s ever made.

The blond turns around to face her, spluttering as she pulls at the straps of her backpack. She eyes the door behind Lena momentarily, before asking, “Why?”

Lena sighs, “Chemistry lab,” and glances down at her watch, a frown growing. “In two and a half minutes. And I… well…” She gestures down at her legs, sheepishly. “I forgot.”

Her eyes lock again with the blond’s and she momentarily forgets her fluster in realization that, behind dark-framed glasses, they’re a vibrant shade of blue. And determined, too.

Determined enough to usher Lena into a stall, and without a word, she heads into the adjacent one. A pair of sweats are flopped over the dividing wall for Lena to grab, and as she strips off her leggings to pull on the sweat pants, she notices the name ‘Danvers’ running down the thigh. It seems oddly familiar, but—

“So how long is this lab?” the girl in the next stall asks.

“Four hours.” The splutter from next door tells Lena that maybe this ‘Danvers’ didn’t necessarily think this through.

“Four hours?! Am I supposed to just… hang out here, pants-less, that whole time?”

And, oh, that finally breaks through Lena’s stress and embarrassment. “Of course not.” Laughing, she tosses her leggings over wall, and exits her stall to the sound of shuffling.

“Thanks for this, by the way,” Lena says as she digs for her goggles in her bag. “I really owe you.”

“It’s no problem,” the voice behind her says as the stall door swings open. “It may be one of the weirder things to happen to me, but definitely not the weirdest.”

Lena goes to laugh at that, but the sound dies in her throat and her mouth goes dry as she takes in the reflection of incredibly fit and well-muscled legs shifting under the tight material of her leggings. She has to swallow a deep breath and blink hard to recalibrate her mind.

But the girl immediately decimates the progress by twisting to get a view of her ass in the tight spandex, giving Lena a rather favorable view in the process.

“Don’t look too terrible, do they?” she asks with a grin.

“No.” Lena’s voice comes out strangled, and she looks away, clearing her throat before trying again. “No, definitely not.”

Looking for anywhere to place her eyes that isn’t on her savior’s well-defined (and now prominently-displayed) ass, Lena glances at her watch again.

Fuck.

“I should—“ Lena starts, gesturing to the door.

“Yeah,” the girl agrees, shuffling her feet and scratching at the back of her neck. And was that a faint blush Lena spied on her cheeks?

“I’ll, uh, get these back to—“

“No worries. Go, we’ll figure something—“

“—Yeah.”

They both pause, just gazing at each other for a moment, when Lena’s phone rings.

“Lena, where are you?!” a voice calls from the phone speaker.

Lena flashes the blond a last smile and a little wave, as she says, “I’m just around the corner, Jack. I’ll be right—“

She runs straight into her lab partner, who steadies her as she stumbles. “—there.”

“Thank god. You made it. I was worried I’d have to pair up with that moronic—“ Jack’s voice trailed off as he stared at her, mouth agape. “Are you… Why are you wearing Kara’s sweats?”

“Who?” Lena’s brows furrow.

“Kara. Kara Danvers. NCU’s star soccer player? She as in that game Sam dragged us to.” A smug grin spreads across Jack’s face. “I knew it! I knew you were lusting over her! You spent the whole time staring.”

Danvers. That’s why the name sounded familiar. And, now that she thought about it, the face too, though she hadn’t worn those glasses that hid half her face during the game.

“God, I can’t believe you’re sleeping with Kara Danvers. I can’t wait to tell Sam.” Jack sounded far too gleeful about the whole situation.

“We’re— I’m… I’m not— We’re not—“ Lena struggles to get any words out to explain the situation. But images of the blond… Kara… in her leggings spring to life in her mind, and Lena quickly realizes she wouldn’t be opposed to it being true.

“Lena. Darling. You got in her pants. Literally.” Jack smirks, and a blushing Lena just shoves him towards the door.

“Just get in the fucking lab.”

Yoooo bruh do you have any fic recs?? I saw you recommend and when im feeling alone you remind me of home by mooosicaldreamz and it has been one of my fave since.

welp. brace urself.

you prolly know this but anything and everything by ms. @searidings and ms. @coffeeshib cos come on, man. what more could u want? but special mention to "i'll take the desert, you take the coast" (cos i think its very underrated but i love this fic so damn much, so. there.) and to "is it gravity (or are we falling in love?)" YES U WERE FALLIN IN LOVE, U GODDAMN IDIOTS. TF DOES GRAVITY GOT TO DO WITH IT? anon that will be u screaming that after u've read a couple chapters.

forever girl by @theevangelion (which i feel like you've already also read. but ya know u can read it again and we can ugly sob about it together. I MEAN ITS A FIC RIGHT? IT SHOULDNT BE THAT DEVASTATING. but oh it is. oh it really really really is.)

this one series by @rainaftersnowplease called "doctor lawyer beggar man thief" (it's a college au that i also think is so very underrated. but its so so so great and most of their other au's are also very lovely so check 'em out)

and since we're on the topic of college au's, here have another one: "Lena Luthor: hot girl bummer" by @/Rouser on ao3 (this one is an on-going fic. BUT MYGOD IT'S STILL SO GOOD. ITS AN ENEMIES WITH BENEFITS SITUATION. its a gift from god.)

oh and my favorite au thus far, "Accidentally Till It's Not" by @indathreneblue (IT'S SO WONDERFULLY WRITTEN, AND KARA IS SUCH A SIMP BUT WE LOVE HER FOR IT.)

im also gonna go ahead and insert "fire meet gasoline" by @stennnn06 (cos rojarias and look i know this isnt a supercorp fic BUT STILL. i urge u. GIVE. IT. A. SHOT.)

and if youre in the mood for the slowest slow burn of slow burns: "A Rich Girl With Issues...Lots of Issues" by @inkedroplets (theyre gonna kiss soon i can feel it.)

oh and another favorite of mine: "take flight" by @fixyfics (its just such a joy to read) and check out their other fic too: "she's cursed"

hey anon all of this are pretty much au so whats one more right?

"Until Time is Undone" by @lena-in-a-red-dress (i read all 15 chapters of this at like 3 am in the morning and it was so damn worth losing sleep over. im not big on fantasy or medieval au's but this. oh this was an exception.)

so uh yeah...there's prolly a shit ton of other fics that i forgot to add here but that's it for now. hope u were satisfied with that anon! happy reading!

Dear Beatrice,

Have you ever been to IKEA?

I saw a movie once where this couple was pretending to live out their lives in a bunch of fake IKEA sets and in retrospect it was a little weird, probably, and super inconvenient for everyone around them, but that’s the point, right? That they were so in love with each other that they were selfish in a way that was okay.

I want to go to IKEA and not care about anyone else or anything else. I want to be dumb and cheesy. I want to inconvenience people in ways that doesn't lead to the world ending. I want to get a free pass for being young and stupid and in love. I want to be selfish like that with you.

Do you know where I’m going with this?

I don’t. Not really. Not right now. But you will, by the time you’re reading this. Because I’ll have told you that I want you to go to IKEA and dance in the rain or share a plate of spaghetti with someone under the moonlight or spin around on hilltops while singing about the sound of music or spread your arms out wide and shout something from the front of a ship. Or… honestly, hopefully I’ll have told you something way better than all that because I’m still working on how I’m going to tell you and I don’t think movie references are the way to go. But you know what I mean. Hopefully, I’ll have told you that I want you to do the things I couldn’t, that you couldn’t, that we couldn’t do together. Hopefully, I’ll have found a way to tell you that doesn’t sound stupid or make you cry or make it seem like I'm taking the easy way out. Hopefully, by now, you’ll know that I love you and in a movie, that would be enough to change the universe and give us a happy ending. But here, we are what we are, and it isn’t.

That’s okay. Or… okay, fine. It’s not. It’s bullshit! It sucks! I want to be selfish and I want to be with you and I want to do all this stuff together! But it is worth it. I’m not going to make it through this, but if you’re reading this letter, that means you do and that’s worth it. Though... not fair. I know it’s not fair. But I’m doing this so you can live your life.

Maybe that’s what I’ll say to you. Because that’s actually pretty good, isn’t it? And it’s the truth too. I’m doing this so you can live your life. It doesn’t have to be the movie stuff that I always put on my dumb to-do lists. But it has to be something. The only way I’ll be able to do this is if I know that you’ll go on and do something that will make you happy. That’s a pretty shitty burden to place on someone, I know. But you can handle it. You can handle anything. (I'm sorry, but that's the truth too.) And I think it’ll be less of a burden in the end, because I think you’ll find something beautiful out there.

So… go to IKEA. Get a tattoo. Help a baby turtle make its way back to the sea. Spend an entire day reading in bed and eating ice cream. Swim with whale sharks. See the northern lights. Go to a drive-in theater and see the end of that stupid movie that I don’t remember the name of.

Live your life, Beatrice, and I promise you’ll find something every day to keep living for. Because the universe owes you that much. And by now, it owes me that much too.

I love you. If you’re right about everything that happens afterwards, then I’ll still be loving you when you read this. I think maybe I’ll love you forever, even if you’re wrong.