I'M DOING AN EXPERIMENT

Lena had become unaccustomed to being alone. Really lost her touch. She used to be quite the expert. Alone in a lab with obscenely permissive funding and a big hunk of kryptonite; once upon a time, this would’ve been paradise.

Now, the picture on the edge of her desk, her eyes scrunched shut and mouth opened wide in visibly genuine laughter, an arm slung across her shoulder—that was enough to distract her from the most fascinating material she’d ever laid her hands on. How long had she been staring? Hm. She played with the bracelet on her wrist, fingers sliding over familiar textures in mindless, practiced patterns.

Her tablet pinged. The alarm. And the usual daily email: ‘Back from visit to you-know-where, ate a plant-thing that made my sweat smell like anchovy pizza, I swear,’ read the subject line.

Morning now, then. That was alright. She could sleep on the—she snorted—the flight. She didn’t click the email. Better save it for later. 

Outside, people were no longer walking around in government-issued gas masks; ever since they’d managed to bring the airborne kryptonite concentration down to 0.05 ppm last year, the panic had died down considerably. Still, at the very height of noon when the sun hit it just right, you could make out a faint greenish tinge to the sky.

And as long as that beautiful green glow graced the Earth’s skyline, Supergirl could not.

A year, ten months, twenty one days. Twenty two, now. It was morning.

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My piece for the @supercorpzine! In which Lena becomes an astronaut to smooch her wife in space.

Three Sheets to the Wind & Back Again 

Lena sighed. “I’m fine.” 

“You were falling,” Supergirl corrected. 

“Yes, and I would have been perfectly fine with that as well,” Lena said. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Of course, I’m sure, and frankly—” 

Lena pitched forward the moment Supergirl disengaged. It was only through the grace of god and super-speed—a swift hand snagging the back of her coat at the last split second—that Lena was spared a face full of cold concrete. 

a.k.a. that fic where Lena is grumpy & drunk and Kara is Supergirl

a.k.a. my contribution to the @supercorpzine​ (: 

a wynaught sex education.

top 5 most legendary sc fics, if you would sir.

i cant do any top [given number] [given topic] things bro i can’t narrow it down to THAT few and i always intently worry about leaving out smg Really Good and Really Obvious! there’s also a lot of like earlier stuff from 2017 that i know i loved but haven’t reread in a long time so i’ll inevitably leave ‘em out. but if you’re like, what are definitely your landmark reading experiences, then:

Made of Stars 

heroism is a full time job

A Foolish Wit

A Ribbon at a Time 

to re-fashion the matrix of creation

time's supposed to heal you (but i ain't done much healing) 

Say it With Your Hands 

lena dies on a wednesday 

Out of time (I felt you in my legs before I ever met you) 

certain dark things

Please Clarify 

i know you don’t believe (it’s you i’ve waited for) 

you and me 

Say Something 

it's a great big atlas (i love you like the stars above)

Hey, Are You Lena Luthor?

an animal within an animal 

quiet when i'm coming home (i'm on my own) 

Hallowed Be Thy Name

Yeah ❤️

Lena Luthor ✰  4x21

the category is YEARNING

I do hope Arizona Robbins is doing well

"My mother needs me home." (x Agatha All Along, S01E09)

I’m in the mood for dodie tonight