Paige And Azzi Are Really Giving Preath Vibes On This Draft Night

All of these summaries of what the hell goes through their brains gives me life 😂😂

WHAT A YEAR THIS GAME WAS

okay, it’s minute 76 of utah royals vs portland thorns and in what is probably the most chaotic three minutes in all of 2019 soccer, this happens:

emily sonnett, in an accidental attempt to kick things into overdrive, proceeds to tap amy rodriguez like one of those rodents you whack at the carnival sending her headlong into the turf and lindsey michelle horan HAS. HAD. IT. i know what you’re thinking: isn’t sonny the star or this capital C chaos? no, it’s lindsey.

first of all, i’m in love with her. second, the great horan has spent this entire game pushing and screaming and shoving, so that fucks! but let’s get back to a-rod, who in the midst of falling face first onto the field, hears: RECORD SCRATCH-FREEZE FRAME-YEP, THAT’S ME and instead of clutching an ankle and wondering how she got into this situation until a foul is called, she springs from the grass like a cat on it’s 8th life and proceeds to yell, not regular, but BLOODY murder to the entirety of rio tinto stadium:

she is PISSED. she wants a foul, a red card, and probably the keys to a mansion in beverly hills at the rate the ref has pranced over to her defense— like okay law and order, we get it, you literally hold the cards afaksksk. if that weren’t nuts and granola crazy enough, a-rod decides soccer isn’t any fun without a chaotic outburst and i’d be out of a job (lol i wish someone would pay me to do this) and realizes: why accept this utterly plebeian form of justice when you can… start a brawl in the middle of the pitch!

she marches over to sonnett like she’s invading a small country or kicking off a protest in the street, sending her ponytail sashaying with the sort of supermodel swagger tyra banks would be proud of. if this were a made-for-tv musical, someone’s honor would be defended by a dance-off. but this isn’t hollywood and no one is pirouette-battling to a synth-pop beat. instead this is a friday night in sandy, utah and apparently that’s all it takes for 22 people to go from earnestly playing sports to completely fucking losing it. because let’s be realistic, this is a chaotic choice. screaming and pointing at a confused frat daddy junior is chaotic. defending your ten sheets to the wind teammate while also stopping her from starting a revolution is pure, that’s right, chaos. dagný brynjarsdóttir, appearing utterly unfazed by this whole thing but still managing to scream ‘HEY’ really loudly from two feet away is one thousand percent chaotic. and still more chaos ensues when lindsey and tobin arrive:

lindsey could maybe buy a little zen garden and rake some sand around but instead she settles for one tiny tap of aggression and low-key look at this restraint, she’ll be saving that energy for later. tobin however literally shoves two people, and maybe the earth’s center of gravity, into next week the way you would shove someone into on-coming traffic in the middle of rush hour. never mind the fact that her girlfriend (wife?) is wearing the same jersey as the enemy. never mind SPORTS BEING PLAYED. tobin, who historically cannot be bothered to spare one simple fuck for shenanigans, has stolen the flag of chaos and is now waving it wildly across the field. honorable mention goes to christine ‘get off my lawn’ sinclair for the arm swinging/head nod combo that seems to say, “yeah, and don’t come back to utah, either!” but take a look at one emily sonnett crossing the middle of the screen as she…

SLINKS QUIETLY AWAY??? WTEF. sonnett took one look at this family-dividing mess of a murder and said, ‘NO MA’AM, NO HOW.’ she is in and out of this crime scene like a thief in the night. she just, and i cannot stress this enough, strikes the match for this dumpster fire then floats over that river of chaos like a baby in a basket. AND LITERALLY NO ONE NOTICES because they’re too busy grasping at the last desperate straws of sanity. PHEW. even becky sauerbrunn is like ‘linds, chill’ and lindsey gives her a look like, ‘team usa, MY ASS.’

so for the first time in her freshman frat boy life, emily ‘well what happened was’ sonnett decides to act like the only adult on the field and casually goes to check in with the ref. with the mass hysteria going on, it’s clear red refy has completely forgotten sonnett’s previous offenses and the gentle, some may even call it soft, elbow touch alerts him to the fact that her playing time is over but not forgotten. sonnett takes one long walk back to the bench and just when we think things have taken a turn for the mundane, lindsey love of my life horan decides, IT’S TIME TO RUN THIS MF TRAIN AGROUND:

lindsey takes one look at a-rod standing over the ball and charges over like some little christmas elf about to pilfer frosted cookies, yeets her a foot off the ground, and then casually scampers away because LINDSEY SAID NO ONE TREATS FRAT DADDY JUNIOR THAT WAY. LINDSEY SAID GAY RIGHTS. LINDSEY SAID WORLD PEACE AND DIVINE UNIVERSAL ORDER. she just launches her with the velocity of a ten-ton truck, backwards, WITH A FLIP. (another special s/o to dagný brynjarsdóttir because wtef do they pipe into the water in iceland that no amount of first-hand murder witnessing will ever phase her?? SHE LITERALLY LOOKS UP THEN LOOKS AWAY HOLY FUCK)

idk what lindsey is saying here but she’s screaming. and if you listen closely, you can hear laura harvey screaming. everyone is screaming. in fact, everyone is losing it. FFS WHERE ARE THE LOCUSTS?? but also, if ever you were going to order more soup for say, twenty-five people at an italian fast-casual restaurant and then encourage the waiter to throw in free breadsticks, it might look something like this?? maybe a teammate of club and country can help calm things down…

with an ass pat??? ad franch, my guy, it is too late for ass pats of tranquility. you tried. but that card the ref is hunched over is yellow and it has lindsey’s name on it. does she care? no. but for the rest of the game, lindsey will roam from box to box, leaving no square of grass un-crunched, daring any utah player, even the injured ones somewhere hundreds of miles away on a stationary bike slowly pedaling through rehab training, to challenge her. she is both lonesome cowboy and trusty hunting dog, tracking signs of royals blood through the vast plains of utah and that distant sound you hear? lindsey. howling in the name of emily ann sonnett at the crescent moon.

“And when you told me what your favorite book was, I bought it and read it over and over… trying to find pieces of you in it.”

— Unknown

inspired by this post.

-

Kara goes to the future. She hugs them all, a factory line of tearful goodbyes, in the shadow of a Legion cruiser, and then disappears in a flash of blue.

Lena watches her go, and opens up a little box.

-

Five years pass, and life in the twenty-first century soldiers on as normally as is possible in a world without Kara.

Alex, Kelly and Esme fall into the routine of being a family, all school drop offs and trips to the park and learning to control adolescent superpowers.

J’onn takes on the bulk of superhero duties, with Nia and Brainy at his side, and together they keep National City and the world from falling to ruin. It’s harder without their favorite Kryptonian by their side, but they manage.

Lena flounders.

She moved to National City to be near Supergirl and to use her family’s company as a force for good. Now, with no Supergirl patrolling the skies and no business to run, Lena finds there’s very little outside of her friends that’s tethering her to stay.

She helps the remaining Superfriends when she can, throws herself into mastering her magic only to find that it leaves a bitter, unfulfilled taste in her mouth every time latin slips over her tongue.

Sam invites her to Metropolis for a few weeks, as a way to clear her head, to search for a purpose in this still new world that suddenly feels so empty.

It’s there that she reconnects with James.

He’d been friendly at the wedding, warm and understanding and interested in Lena, in what her life had become after he’d set out in search of his own.

It’s nice, having someone care again.

She kisses him on their third unofficial date and moves back to Metropolis on their six month anniversary.

Sam hires her on as head of R&D at the new company she works for, and Lena finds peace in making things again. It feels good to put her scientific mind to work, to use her hands to build things that will help everyday people without the aid of superpowers or spells.

She tucks her mother’s grimoire away in the top of the walk-in closet she shares with James, underneath a National City University sweatshirt, and beside a moving box labeled ‘Kara’.

Lena gets on with her life.

-

Kara comes back on a Thursday.

She’s cut her hair short and traded her Supergirl blue and red for a sleek, dark navy suit with her house crest emblazoned on the chest in white. She wears a Legionaries ring, and when she walks down the gangplank of the ship Alex is waiting for her.

Mon-el doesn’t come with her and the Legion cruiser disappears back into the sky.

Kara comes back to National City and Lena isn’t there.

“I spoke to her at Christmas,” Kelly says over their reunion dinner, after Kara finally gets up the courage to ask in her most practiced, casual tone. “She sounded happy.”

Kara’s brow crinkles.

“It’s March.”

Kelly just hums and passes her the potato salad.

“We’ve all been pretty busy. Things have changed since you’ve been gone.”

“Yeah,” Kara says quietly, pushing a chunk of potato across her plate, avoiding Alex’s eyes that are locked on her. “They sure have.”

-

Kara flies to Metropolis.

The city of the future is bright and clean, and looks more like the world she’s just come from than anything in National City. It’s equal parts comforting and sad.

Lena is on her lunch break, waiting in line at her favorite Vietnamese food truck, when she sees a streak of dark blue across the sky. The color palette is different, but the shape of it halts her breath in her chest.

She leaves without ordering, sprinting despite her four inch heels in the direction she saw her go. She doesn’t plan to, doesn’t even think about it, before her feet are moving quickly down the sidewalk, shoulder bumping into pedestrians along the way.

They meet up in the park, across from the pond where a family of ducks is diving and splashing about in the sunshine.

Lena halts in her tracks when Kara lands gracefully a few feet away, dropping delicately to the earth on a single toe, nothing like the rough three point landing she had expected.

She’s all sharp eyes and strong shoulders, short blonde hair shaggy around her face from flight. It knocks the wind out of Lena, who stumbles on her heel.

Before she can catch herself, strong arms are wrapped around her waist, warm and familiar and enough to break her heart. She squeezes her eyes shut and leans her forehead against Kara’s shoulder, drawing in a shuddering breath.

“Are you okay?” Kara whispers after a moment.

Lena’s hands come up to rest against the crest on her chest, fingers digging in to the synthetic material.

She doesn’t have an answer.

-

They find a bench to sit on.

Kara presses a button somewhere and her suit melts away into a simple black t-shirt and pants, standard Legion fatigues. She looks sleek and strong and so good it makes Lena’s breath hitch loud enough for Kara to hear.

They both ignore it.

It’s awkward. Kara can’t share much about the future and Lena doesn’t know what to say about the present, so for a long time they just sit in the shade of an oak tree and look at each other.

Lena’s phone rings.

“It’s James.”

She slides to answer it slowly, eyes never leaving Kara’s form across from her like she’s afraid if she blinks she might disappear.

“Hey. Yes, I did. It’s her, I’m with her now. I know, me too. Okay. Yes, I’ll see you for dinner. Oh...okay, yeah. No, I will. Love you too.”

When she hangs up the call Kara is staring at her with an unreadable expression.

“James said to tell you hi,” Lena says, going for friendly but it comes out mournful. “And to invite you to our place for dinner.”

“Our place...” Kara repeats absently, but she already has her answer in the look on Lena’s face and the platinum band catching the sunlight on Lena’s left hand.

“We’ve been married for two years.”

-

‘Our place’ turns out to be a brownstone close to the Daily Planet where James has been working again for the last four years.

“I thought he couldn’t...”

Lena quirks an eyebrow, the barest hint of a smirk curling at her lip.

“Would you believe Andrea had a change of heart?”

Because of course Lena could talk Andrea down from a stubborn, bitter edge. There isn’t anything she wouldn’t make happen for the people she loves.

Inside James and Lena’s place is tidy and modern, with unblemished leather furniture and James’s photography on the walls.

Kara walks through the last five years, caught and captured in still frames. She spots Alex and Kelly, Lois and Clark, Brainy and Nia.

There’s Lena and Sam squeezing Ruby between them at her high school graduation. There’s James with Esme sitting high on his shoulders, red cape fluttering behind her shoulders.

Kara gets stuck at their wedding portrait, posed and perfect with James in a sharp tux and Lena all in white and lace. They look happy.

“I’m sorry that I missed it,” she says quietly, and Lena stills across the room. Something flares hot and wild in her chest and she wants to snap you missed a lot of things.

She takes a deep breath and smiles.

“Me too.”

-

James laughs when he sees her, ruffles her hair, pulls her into a tight hug. He’s the same as he’s always been, and it’s comforting in a world that feels so changed.

He and Lena make dinner while Kara watches them from the bar with a drink in her hand, the remnants of a bottle of Clark’s alien rum for which she finds herself grateful.

Lena chops vegetables while James hovers at the stove, and Kara watches them orbit each other in practiced synchronicity.

“Can you pass me the—“

“It’s over there.”

“Oh, I got it. Thanks.”

Kara finishes her drink.

-

Halfway through dinner, where James leads the conversation and things start to feel a little more natural, Lena’s phone rings.

She excuses herself quickly and slips into what Kara assumes is her office.

Kara tells herself she doesn’t mean to listen.

Kara tells herself a lot of things.

“So, you’ve heard,” there’s a shuffle as Lena drops heavily into her desk chair. “I’m fine. Yes, really. — Sam, please,” a heavy sigh and then a quiet “she looks good.” Another pause and then a tense “don’t be ridiculous” to which Sam says something Kara can’t hear and Lena breathes out slowly.

“Of course I do.”

Kara stops listening after that.

-

After dinner Kara says she needs to get back to National City. James and Lena walk her down the steps to the sidewalk, where James pulls her into another hug.

“You staying?”

As they break apart Kara looks at Lena, whose face is stoic, cheeks tinged pink in the cool night air.

“Yeah. I’m staying.”

When they hug goodbye, Kara's fingertips ghost the small of Lena’s back, and Lena’s temple presses against Kara’s cheek.

“See you soon,” Kara says quietly, and then she’s off like a shooting star. They watch her go quietly and then turn to each other, James holding out his hand.

Lena takes it.

-

Supergirl Returns! is splashed across the front of the Daily Planet in the morning, with a picture of Kara soaring in a majestic stretch of dark blue. Lena memorizes the article and then throws the paper away, burying it deep in the waste paper basket.

-

Chaos follows Kara like a shadow in the following weeks, every villain on the planet eager to take a bite out of the legendary girl of steel. She falls back into the familiar habit of punching, and flying and freezing things in their wake.

When a rowdy alien lobs an uppercut beneath her chin hard enough to sting, she takes it.

She decks him hard enough to feel bone crumble beneath her fist and drags him into a holding cell. When the containment force field sparks to life between them Kara feels like she’s the one in a cage.

-

“I’m not sure if I belong here anymore,” she says to Alex one afternoon as they walk along the pier, ice cream cones melting in their hands. Her sister takes a long lick of chocolate and then looks at her with careful eyes.

“That’s what Lena said, when she moved back to Metropolis.”

Triple scoops of mint chocolate ice cream, the same color as Lena’s eyes, melts over Kara’s knuckles, and she throws the cone into a nearby trash can.

-

Lena can’t focus. She’s been struggling to finish this project since before Kara came back, and each day it feels like the solution slips further and further away.

“You should take a vacation,” Sam says over take out salads and tumblers of scotch. “Clear your head.”

Lena pins her with a knowing stare.

“Oh, yeah? And where do you suggest I go?”

“I’m just saying.”

“Well don’t.”

Sam lets it slide, but when Lena gets home that night and James suggests they go to National City for Esme’s middle school graduation, Lena knows she’s been meddling.

It makes Lena feel feral, like a wild animal being led into a trap.

-

Esme has grown tall in the early stages of puberty, already surpassing Kelly who wraps her arms around her daughter with pride.

“Where does the time go?” she asks with a smile and a shake of her head. Kara presses in next to them for the group photo, Alex on one side of her, James on the other.

She’s been wondering that herself.

-

Al’s is the same as it was when they all left it, dark and loud and packed with people. Esme is off to a friend's graduation party, and Alex convinces them all to let loose for the night.

“We raised a whole almost pre-teen,” she says lifting her glass of whiskey over the table. It’s joined by the other’s drinks in a clink of celebration. “We deserve a night of fun.”

They do have fun.

Nia drags them all onto the dance floor, and James goads them into more rounds of shots than is probably responsible, and for the first time since Kara came back, everything feels close to familiar.

Lena laughs at Brainy’s jokes, and drinks the old fashioned Alex presses into her palm, but her eyes stay glued to Kara who sits across the table, watching her back.

After the fourth round, when James and Kelly are kicking Alex and Nia’s butts in pool while Brainy offers helpful calculations of angle and force, Lena slips out the back door into the alley.

The cold night air feels good on her cheeks, helping to cool some of the flush brought on by alcohol and the crowd of warm bodies.

A moment later the door opens, and she doesn’t have to turn around to know who’s standing behind her.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

They lean against the brick wall, half in shadow with only the flickering neon of the streetlight at the mouth of the alley to see by.

Kara picks at invisible threads on her jeans. Lena twists her fingers in her lap. They both study their shoes.

“I missed you,” Kara says quietly after what feels like too long, and Lena sighs heavily, a puff of mist in the night air.

“You left,” she says shortly, the thrum of alcohol in her veins just enough to loosen her tongue and the lid on her largest, most important box.

The ‘me’ at the end of the sentence goes unsaid.

“I’m sorry,” Kara breathes and it’s enough to get Lena to push off the wall, stepping in front of her with a stern brow and trembling fingers.

She wants to reach out, to pull Kara closer, to push her away, to pound her fists against the spot where her crest usually rests. Her fingers curl into fists and she shoves them into her coat pockets.

“What do you want, Kara? Why did you come back?”

Kara shakes her head, righting herself from where she was leaning against the wall, and it brings her closer to Lena, close enough to reach out and touch.

It might as well be the gulf of space and time between them.

“I realized I made the wrong choice.”

“When?”

“About thirty seconds after the ship left.”

Lena laughs, and it’s a cold hollow sound. She crosses her arms over her chest, turns to look down the alley, into the darkness, away from the piercing blue of Kara’s eyes.

“That was five years ago.”

“I know,” she doesn’t offer any further explanation, and Lena doesn’t ask for one. Her jaw tenses, a pale flash of muscle in the low light.

“It’s too late,” Lena says quietly, fingers curled against her bicep to hold herself together. She looks back to Kara, and can see the outline of a tear on one cheek.

“I know,” she says again.

Lena stares at her for a long moment, the tension tightening between them until it threatens to snap into something like disaster.

She turns on her heel and goes back into the bar. A moment later there’s a streak of dark blue across the night sky.

-

Six months go by.

Kara starts working as a freelance reporter and it gives her something to focus on that isn’t lost opportunities and alien bad guys.

She finds her stride in writing again, and gets a few pieces published that make waves. When Andrea offers her a position at CatCo she politely declines, finding she enjoys the freedom and challenge that comes with working on her own terms.

She rents a house at the edge of the city, with a little yard where Kelly helps her plant a garden, and a spare bedroom for any guests that may come to stay.

It sits empty for a long time before she decides to turn it into an art studio. She covers the walls in red paint, dousing everything in crimson and carmine until it feels like home.

-

Lena goes to work each morning and home each night. She and James make dinner on nights when they’re both home, and the routine of their life continues as it has for the last five years.

One night when Lena has a little bit too much to drink James finds her on the floor of the walk-in closet, digging through an old box. He looks at her for a long time before crouching down to take her in his arms.

“I deserve to be someone’s first choice,” he says against her hair, and she trembles slightly, an old photograph wrinkling between her fists.

“Me too.”

-

Sam helps her pack her things. Five years of a life packed away in neat boxes, ready to be shipped across the country, back to National City.

“You could stay,” Sam offers her an out, as they drive to the airport, James’s outline fading in the rear view mirror. Lena watches him grow smaller and smaller until he disappears.

“No, I can’t.”

-

Kara’s guest room is all covered in red, and smells like paint thinner. One wall is decorated with canvases of all sizes, mostly abstractions of space with a few familiar constellations that Lena recognizes easily.

“Sorry, it’s kind of a mess,” Kara says, pressing a palm to the back of her neck. Lena drops her bag just inside the door, and turns around to face her.

“It’s perfect,” she says, and a moment later Kara’s arms are around her, holding her close with no intention of letting go.

-

It takes two weeks for Kara to kiss her, and another two before Lena moves from the guest room into the master bedroom permanently.

“I’m sorry it took me so long,” Kara says one night as Lena stretches out half on top of her, their bodies slick with sweat, limbs tangled against the sheets. Lena lifts her head just enough to look up into her face, one hand trailing up her cheek to wipe a tear from the corner of her eye.

“You’re here now. Promise you’ll stay?” she leans up to mumble against Kara’s lips, before kissing her, slow and deep. Kara’s arms tighten around her like she’s trying to pull them into one form.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Florence Pugh asYelena Belovain Black Widow (2021)  Director Cate Shortland

dove down my rabbit hole of wips and one of my wips isnt a wip anymore! so here, have some gay shit....

“Kelly wants to get married in the woods, I want to get married in Midvale. So, apparently, our wedding will just happen via Zoom. Her in the woods, me at the beach. Ain’t that just fucking grand?”

Alex comes through the door like a hurricane covered in leather. Her helmet lands on Kara’s counter loudly. Her keys haphazardly thrown somewhere in the general direction of the bowl by the door.

“Then have two weddings.”

Alex follows the voice and her eyes zero in on her sister’s best friend.

Lena is sitting on the floor of Kara’s apartment, wearing an oversized sweater. Her dark hair spilling down her shoulders softly. A hand wrapping around a wine glass, the other typing on her laptop, not even jumping in the slightest at the commotion that is Alex’s entrance.

Alex plops down on the couch sighing loudly, not even batting an eye at this utterly domestic scene that is her sister washing the dishes with Lena Luthor on the floor of her apartment.

Lena doesn’t comment at the Danvers’ Sisters antics and Alex doesn’t call them out on the ridiculousness that Lena and Kara are still keen on keeping up.

The three of them already well desensitized to one another’s preferred brand of bullshitery.

“You know, sometimes I forget you're a rich-ass bitch and then you say shit like that and suddenly, I remember,” Alex says, smoothly snatching the wine from Lena’s hand.

She finishes the entire glass in one gulp and Lena rolls her eyes. Alex had finally proposed to Kelly the other week and well, that meant this week all of them had fallen victim to the Olsen-Danvers wedding debacle. It seems today isn’t the day that that whole dilemma is going to stop.

The wedding, of course, was still a few months away, but both parties were stressing about it as if it was going to happen immediately the next day.

Kara swoops in then, mussing up Alex’s hair, earning her an annoyed Hey stop it! before putting down another wine glass and pouring for Lena. Her arms are still wet from washing the dishes.

Lena murmurs her thanks and continues what she was saying, “Well, since you’ve finally remembered that I’m a billionaire. Let me pay for two weddings.”

Alex chokes on the wine.

“What? You’re kidding me, right?”

Lena continues typing, ignoring Alex’s shock, you’d think she didn’t just offer to pay for a wedding.

“Well, I mean, I’m never gonna get married,” Lena explains, “but if you let me do this, I can brag around that I’ve paid for two weddings. Not to mention I’m gonna make two brides very, very happy.”

“Or,” Kara interjects, lowering herself on the opposite side of the couch, perfect for Lena to lean back between Kara’s legs and lay her head on the side of her thigh. “You can just wait for Kelly to get here,” Kara says, pointedly. “Talk it out like normal adults and reach a compromise.”

Kara’s hands start to snake their way from Lena’s hair to Lena’s shoulders, massaging, all too aware that Lena won’t stop whatever it is she’s working on on her laptop till everybody gets here.

Lena lets herself melt and closes her eyes, sighing as Kara’s fingers dip at the junction of her neck and shoulder with just the right amount of pressure.

“I don’t wanna get married in the woods, Kara.”

Lena opens one eye to take a peek at Alex, who looks exasperated, her eyes pleading, gulping down another glass of wine.

“Don’t tell me,” Kara replies. “Tell Kelly.”

“The bugs, Kara,” Alex moans. “Imagine the bugs, and the moss and the ughhh.”

She dramatically thumps the back of her head on the couch.

“Imagine the soil. Clumpy wet soil. Eurgh. Ew. What if I fall face first in that? What if I trip over a stupid tree root in my heels? In my wedding dress?!”

“Alex, you don’t even have a dress yet,” Kara deadpans.

“I thought you were gonna wear a suit,” Lena adds.

“You two suck.” Alex pouts.

****

The rest of their friends arrive and Kara finally succeeds in prying Lena’s work laptop away from her. Alex was already teasing the line from tipsy to drunk by the time Kelly comes through the door.

“Let’s get married in Vegas!!!!” Is how Alex decides to greet her fiance.

Kelly laughs, gives her a peck then answers, “As much as that sounds like a very convenient wedding, I don’t think Eliza would appreciate that, baby.”

Alex frowns at being rejected, sags against the couch and crosses her arms. Why does Kelly always have to be right?

“How much has she had to drink?” Kelly turns to Kara.

“Uhh ask Lena. She made her switch to whiskey.”

Lena—who Kelly thinks was way too busy nuzzling against Kara’s neck to even answer her question—mumbles something that sounds like “S’was just two glasses.”

Kelly just shakes her head, makes Alex drink a glass of water. Her ring making a clink against the glass.

“Alright, what if,” Nia sing-songs, eyes sparkling with mischief, “we just settle this whole wedding thing with Charades?”

Nia claps her hands together like some gameshow host and Kelly takes a deep breath through the nose.

She’s been to enough Game Nights to know where this is headed.

Everybody else was intoxicated enough to accept the suggestion as a grand idea, not at all even thinking that: Hey, isn’t this something we should all take seriously?? Maybe ask the brides what they want, maybe???

Kara nods enthusiastically, agreeing immediately, “Oh!! That’s a great idea! Fun and fair at the same time!”

“Olsen vs. Danvers. Brides get to pick their teams.”

Nia pulls a white board out of nowhere, uncaps a marker and writes “Team Danvers”, “Team Olsen” separated by a neat line in the middle.

“Are we really letting Nia take charge of our wedding venue?" She hears Alex whisper from where she has her tucked at the crook of her neck.

Kelly sneaks a glance at the chaos happening before their eyes; Brainy already claiming to be on Kelly’s team, J’onn shaking his head opting to be the game scorer instead and refusing to participate, somebody’s shouting about: NIA, DREAM PROJECTIONS AT CHARADES IS CHEATING!!!!

Guess this is their life now.

Kelly smirks, boops Alex on the nose and says, “Scared you’ll lose, Danvers?”

****

Alex loses by three points.

“How was I supposed to know you were gesturing 'Transformers'!?!” She barks at Kara, throwing her hands in exasperation.

“I pointed at Nia!” Kara huffs, incredulous at the fact that her sister is blaming her.

Nia lost them a point too!

“What does Nia even have to do with it???” Alex’s voice grows higher in pitch. Her brows furrow in a mix of confusion and frustration.

“Trans, Alex. Trans.”

“Oh my God,” Alex groans. “How are you this dumb?”

And that was the story of how Kelly got her dream wedding.

****

The frenzy finally dies down, some time between Nia making up another drinking game and J’onn making her sit back down. A movie that none of them were watching provides a background noise to the almost lazy atmosphere. Kelly and Alex were pressed close on the far end of the couch, enjoying the temporary quiet.

“Guess we’re getting married in the woods, huh?” Alex murmurs.

“I guess we are,” Kelly whispers back. Alex beams at her, grinning dopily at the thought of finally getting the ending they deserve. It would be the perfect day, she has no doubt about that. No matter where they are. It would be perfect because they got there together.

Alex can’t wait.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing.”

Alex continues to smile stupidly, nudges her nose to Kelly’s.

“Just— I don’t really care where we get married, I guess.”

“Oh yeah?” Kelly raises an amused brow at her.

“Mm-hm. So long as you’re the one walking down the aisle.”

Alex presses their lips together, breathes Kelly in deep and for the first time that night, she feels that the future isn’t so scary, even though there is still a very large possibility that she might trip over a tree root on her wedding day.

Somebody interrupts their kiss.

“She’s only saying that ‘cos she lost.”

“Shut up, Luthor.”

****

“Text me when you get home!”

Lena hears Kara call loudly after her sister, before closing the door. Game Night has officially ended and as usual she’s still here. She’ll always be here, she thinks for a brief moment. The thought holding more depth than it should.

Kara didn’t even question her when everybody began filing out and Lena just started picking up the discarded dirty plates and walking them to the sink. They’re well past the point of asking each other if the other would stay over.

It was already some unspoken rule.

Already well past the point of Lena wanting to ask Kara what the hell it is they’re doing.

She’s bent over the sink, scrubbing—Kara doesn’t own a dishwasher for the sole reason that she finds doing the dishes therapeutic—when Lena takes a glance over her shoulder.

Kara is sitting on a high stool near the counter, casually flicking through her phone. It was Lena’s turn to do the dishes tonight. Once upon a time her doing the dishes would have resulted in a fight. “I can superspeed the dishes. Why would you even want to do them?” A statement that would be met with an eye roll.

Kara has learned not to fight her on it again, after around the 7th time that Lena had stubbornly insisted and Supergirl got doused with dishwashing liquid.

And now, it’s become some sort of routine, Kara does the dishes after lunch and Lena does the dishes after dinner. Oh, how the paparazzi would kill for this—Lena Luthor Knows What A Sponge Is?

“Is it true when you told Alex you’re never going to get married?”

Kara decides to break their quiet.

“Yeah, pretty certain about that one, why?” Lena turns around, cocks a curious brow. If she’s being honest she’s beyond certain that she’s not going to get married. She always jokes about how she’s married to L-Corp but it isn’t till now that she realizes how true that is, and...how lonely.

“I don’t know,” Kara murmurs, not meeting Lena’s eyes. “I just like the idea of you getting married, I guess.”

“What?” Lena chuckles at that; genuinely confused but still curious.

“Well, I mean—” Kara wobbles through her words.

“I guess, I just— I like the idea of you walking down the aisle...in a white dress,” Kara muses.

Then, “Or a suit!!” she quickly amends. “If you wanna wear a suit, that is. That can totally be arranged, you know?” Kara waves her hand around and it’s like now that she’s started, she can’t stop.

And Lena’s just standing there, water still dripping from her elbow, unsure of how to feel about Kara imagining her getting married. Quite an incredulous scene isn’t it? Her getting married? What a crazy thing to say, an even crazier scenario to imagine!

She snaps out of it, realizing Kara’s still rambling.

“I have no objections whatsoever with that, if you wanna wear a suit. And yeah, you know? I just— I like that idea. I like the idea of you dancing to your wedding song. The idea of you exchanging your vows, the idea of you-”

“Kara,” Lena decides to put a stop to it, since it’s clearly evident Kara won’t be stopping any time soon. And Lena's feeling way too many things that she doesn’t want to feel at the moment. She’s sure that she’s going to feel more, if she doesn’t put a stop to it herself.

“I’m well aware that it’s the best friend’s job to help with the bride’s wedding,” She says, “but, darling don’t you think you’re putting just a bit too much effort into this? Certainly seems like you’ve thought about it a lot.”

At that, Kara’s cheeks turn a light pink, squirming sheepishly under Lena’s questioning gaze.

Shouldn’t Kara be thinking about her own wedding? How beautiful she would look walking down the aisle. How her blonde hair would look so nicely with her dress. How happy she would finally be after finding someone she could share her life with. Not that Lena's been thinking about those kinds of things. No, of course not. That’d be hypocritical of her at this point. Why would she even— Why were they even talking about this again???

Lena tries to rein in it, tries to focus on Kara again; hands finally finding a dry towel, hesitantly walking into Kara’s space to hear the blonde more clearly.

“Well, I mean- Like I said, I do really like the idea of you getting married,” Kara repeats herself slowly.

And before Lena can come any closer, “Like the idea of you getting married…to me. More specifically,” Kara adds more quietly.

“What?”

Lena stands frozen.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard y- Kara, did you just?”

Lena’s heart is pounding away in her chest. Did she hear her right? Did Kara really just—

Lena’s a step away from her and Kara uses this to her advantage. She pulls Lena closer, tugging at her wrist, the towel dropping from Lena’s hands. Kara summons enough willpower to stare into Lena’s eyes.

“I like the idea of you getting married to me, Lena Luthor.”

“Kara, I’m sorry- What?” Lena jerks away from her, the words finally landing.

“Is that a no?”

Kara lets her go. She can’t focus on Lena’s heartbeat to assess the situation more. Kara’s own heart is betraying her, drumming so loudly in her ears.

“Uh- no, that's definitely not a no?” says Lena hesitantly, eyes wide, breathing nervously. She turns away from Kara for a minute to take a breath, hands fidgeting about.

She whirls around again to face, mutters, “You do realize marriages are for people who are—”

She pauses.

How do you exactly phrase that wedding proposals are for people who are actually in some kind of romantic relationship? And not for people who casually stay over every goddamn Thursday without fail?And okay, maybe sometimes, in a much different reality, would willingly commit fratricide to save the other? And in an also much different reality, willingly expose a secret identity to save the other?

Lena can’t find the right words.

“Oh, I don’t know, Kara,” Lena scoffs, shaking her head disbelievingly. “Marriage is for people who are actually dating each other.”

Kara takes her sarcasm as a good sign and pulls her in again.

“Well,” Kara begins. She can hear Lena’s heart thumping erratically, now that Kara’s gotten her bearings.

“We can always have our first date after the wedding, right?”

Aren’t they well past the point of dating anyway?

She’s got Lena standing between her legs now, her hands wrapping around her waist.

“First date and honeymoon all in one. That sounds great, doesn’t it? I can fly you wherever you want, Paris, Maldives, hell I even have a Fortress in the Arctic, if you’re into that.”

Lena stares at her, blinks once, twice; shakes her head and lets out a noise between a laugh and a scoff.

“Kara Zor-El, you are one ridiculous woman,” She breathes, putting a hand on Kara’s cheek. Because what else is there to say? This whole conversation really is ridiculous. But at the same time Lena feels like she’s floating? Like this may be the best moment of her life, and of course, it’s going to be ridiculous. This is Kara she’s dealing with, after all.

She doesn’t know what she’s going to do if Kara reveals this to be just some sort of joke.

But the way her blue eyes are piercing through Lena’s, so earnest and so warm, argues otherwise.

“So, what do you say? Wanna get married?”

“Are you serious right now?” Lena asks, still unbelieving. This is beyond crazy. They’ve fought aliens and monsters and traveled through time but this? This is just beyond crazy.

“Lena, do I look like I’m joking? And besides, you’d already offered to pay for two weddings, why not pay for our two weddings, instead?”

She shakes her head again, let’s herself fall closer to Kara, lets out a laugh against her neck.

“Mm. You want a Kryptonian ceremony too?”

“Yeah.” Kara’s voice turns shy. “If that’s alright by you.”

“Of course, that’s alright by me. I’d be honored.”

Her heart feels more than full at the thought of Kara wanting to share that part of her with Lena. She’s always had some doubts whenever the topic of Kara’s Kryptonian heritage arises, always half-afraid she’s overstepped on something that isn’t hers.

But looks like there was nothing to fear all along.

“So, we’re getting married, huh?” Kara wiggles her brows, her face breaking into a wide grin.

“Yes. Mm-hm,” Lena hums against her. “I do. I’d marry you. Let’s get married.”

“Seal it with a kiss?"

****

“Hi.”

Lena blearily opens her eyes, follows the soft voice, her bare back being caressed by the sun filtering through Kara’s curtains.

“Hi,” She whispers back. All this feels much too like a fever dream. She’s half-tempted to pinch herself just to check. She’s woken up beside Kara a million times before but she’ll never get used to the sight of soft golden hair and sleepy blue eyes.

Kara gives her a soft peck and the feel of her lips sends Lena reeling.

The previous night was a whirlwind in her mind’s eye. The moment Lena murmured her 'Yes, please.', Kara kissed her passionately. Once they broke away, Kara had zipped around the apartment, Lena too dazed to even ask what it was Kara was looking for.

She watched as Kara tore off a keychain from one of her bags, curled the keyring to fit Lena’s finger and whispered, “This’ll do. For now.”

Kara had kissed her knuckles reverently, her lips making Lena’s blood sing in her veins. The feel of mangled metal fitted just for her left hand is an imprint on her soul. A promise of more to come.

They didn’t make it out of the kitchen the first time. Kara had lifted her by the waist and set her down on the kitchen counter. Which was a good thing, because Lena couldn’t feel her legs after.

They didn’t make it to the bedroom the second time either. She had tackled Kara onto the couch, pinning her wrists together, licking at the shell of Kara’s ear. “My turn now,” Lena had whispered. The way Kara shivered underneath her was enough of a reward. How long had they been waiting for this?

Flashes of last night had her hips bucking slightly unto Kara’s leg sandwiched between her own, but before it could escalate further...

“I have exciting news to share,” Kara tells her.

“Really?”

“Mm-hmm,” Kara hums, now nosing at Lena’s hair.

“What is it?” Lena asks.

“I’m getting married.”

“Oh you are?” Lena plays along.

“Yes. I’m getting married to my best friend,” whispers Kara, almost conspiratorially. “How cool is that?”

Kara looks giddy with excitement and Lena knows she’s mirroring that exact same expression right now.

“Mm. Very cool, darling.”

Kara giggles and they trade more lazy kisses before Lena breaks away to breathe.

“Quite a coincidence though,” Lena husks out against Kara’s lips.

“Oh really? Why?” Kara asks, tries to keep a serious neutral face despite her nose scrunching up in that cute smile that Lena can’t resist

“I’m also getting married,” Lena confides, “To my best friend," she adds, eyes flashing. "Isn’t that great?”

“Very great.” Kara nods slowly, blonde hair falling into her face, a hand running through dark tresses.

“I love you,” Lena whispers, her lips brushing Kara’s softly.

“I love you, too.” Kara kisses her harder then, her hands lazily wandering along Lena’s skin.

They lie there quietly for a few moments, basking in the morning glow and then, “Alex will kill us.”

Lena snorts, twists in the sheets and says, “I think your sister is too busy planning her wedding to even think about plotting our murder.”

Won't be tolerating any Cal slander when it comes to her being down just disgustingly down... down on the ground for Juliette.

Calliope Antigone Burns pined for Juliette Anastasia Atwood Fairmont so long and so hard that she figured out she was a vampire when no one else did because she couldn't stop watching her, closely.

Calliope not once but twice ditched her plan to stake Juliette in the pantry and only did it when she saw Juliette coming down to bite her and as confirmed by Juliette, Calliope wouldn't have staked her otherwise.

Calliope started to question her purpose as a hunter and what they do because she saw the humanity and the good in Juliette.

Calliope decided to take Juliette home to her parents and show them that she was refusing to be apart from Juliette after her mother gave her a final warning to stay away from her.

Calliope could not eat, sleep or think clearly unless she was physically in the same space with Juliette.

Calliope WAS GOING TO FUCKING LEAVE TOWN - LEAVE HER FUCKING FAMILY- to protect Juliette after they found Creepy Dead Guy and knew a vampire killed him.

Calliope stood up to her parents and Juliette's own parents to defend her.

Calliope came to believe that she and Juliette were meant to be and that together they freed each other from the expectations of their families.

Real talk, just because a character has a somewhat cool exterior doesn't mean they're unloving. Calliope is a trained killer, essentially. She's had this instilled in her -this way that she carries herself. But she's full of mushy feelings inside. She's not mean. She has a good heart. Yes she's feeling extremely hurt and betrayed by Juliette turning Theo. But she's only feeling that way because she loves Juliette.

Would you accept the flower?

Supercorp: The Proposal AU 💍