Supergirl (Alex X Lucy)

All Sam keeps saying is, “sit down.” Over and over again for what seems like the past five hours, Sam has been trying to urge Alex to sit. Which, of course, was easy for Sam. Lena had been able to pick up Ruby from school, Sam has received the week off to recover, and Supergirl even took a selfie with her so she can prove how cool she is if anyone - Ruby - ever questions her. Alex, on the other hand, was a blubbering mess. She wanted to be out there. She wanted to fight or at least get an update on what the hell was going with that giant monstrosity of an alien. Alex was just starting to understand why Kara hated small spaces.

“It’s not so bad. There’s a cot!” Sam had also been trying to cheer Alex up for the past few hours. It’s not that Alex didn’t appreciate her attempts, but it was…awkward. Alex barely knew Sam aside from seeing her at a few game nights and that one time Alex went over to Sam’s house to show Ruby how to volley a soccer ball. Alex didn’t have the heart to say that there was only one cot and that she’s was starting to get nervous that maybe J’onn wouldn’t figure out what they’d been contaminated with and Alex would be stuck here for the rest of her life.

Getting sprayed with literal goo was the last thing Alex wanted to deal with. She felt terrible that Sam had been in the wrong place at the wrong time too.

“Yeah, sorry. I just…civilians don’t usually get forced into quarantine with agents.” Which was true. Usually, the DEO set up a field operation, but because Kara had been so worried, she’d flow Alex and Sam to the DEO containment unit.

“Am I that bad?” Alex finally turns around and sees Sam sitting on the cot. Her legs are splayed out and a pillow is propped up behind her neck. She looks comfortable. Calm. Beautiful.

Shit.

This was getting worse by the second. Alex needs to keep her emotions in check otherwise she’s going to end up saying something stupid or at least something that will ruin Lena, Kara, and Sam’s new super-friend-trio. Emphasis on the super. “What? No, you’re awesome!”

“Really? I didn’t know you had such a high opinion of me. You’re usually kind of…I dunno, drinking in the corner.” Sam shrugs, Alex winces. She didn’t know that Sam noticed her distance. To Alex, it was just her thing. Moody, broody, and a little drunk.

“That’s just cause I didn’t want you to notice that I was checking you out.” What the fuck? Alex thinks. “What the fuck?” Alex says. Why did she just say that? Sam’s cheeks are a little pink, so Alex knows that she for sure said that aloud. Alex quickly turns away from Sam and searches the room for an escape route. “Uh…sorry, that was completely inappropriate.”

“No, it’s…it’s okay,” Sam assures Alex. “So, this is what National City’s FBI headquarters looks like? It’s snazzy.”

“This is actually the DEO, a secret government operation in charge of apprehending rogue aliens-.” Alex throws her hands over her mouth. Alex turns on her heels and spots Sam’s mouth hanging open. Whatever the hell is going on, it’s not good, and Alex can’t seem to figure out how to stop it. Alex rushes over and slams her hand against the call button, which directs her signal to J’onn. “J’onn, what the-.”

“It seems that you’ve both come in contact with a parasite. A truth goo as Supergirl has so pointed out. We’re working on treatment as we speak,” J’onn explains.  Alex closes her eyes and sighs.

“J’onn, I don’t know if you remember, but I’ve got a lot of shit that I probably shouldn’t be telling a civilian.” Alex turns to Sam. “No offense.”

“Well aware. Just try not to say anything.” With that unhelpful advice, J’onn terminates the feed. Alex slides to the ground and leans her back against the glass.

“Sorry…we probably shouldn’t speak.”

“Sure. I’ll shut up.” Sam zips her lips with a smile. Alex can’t help but feel a little charmed by how well Sam is taking this whole situation. Alex knows how difficult it can be to be put in a crazy situation. Sam must feel so alone right now. “I like your haircut by the way.” Alex instinctively touches her hair. It was still something she was getting used to but it didn’t hurt that pretty girls kept telling her how nice she looked.

“Thanks, still trying to figure out how to be…me.”

“I’m bisexual.” Sam cringes. “Not sure why I just told you that but I guess that’s this whole truth thing…um…sorry. I think I just…it’s a nice realization. I’m still trying to figure out the right words and all.”

“No, I’m happy you told me, even if it’s because you had no control over it. You can trust me.” Alex finds that she likes Sam’s smile more than she realized before. Instead of hiding away in a corner and listening to Winn talk about Star Wars, Alex really should’ve been hanging out in the middle of the room trying to figure out how to make Sam smile more. “If you ever want to go to a queer bar, I’m game. Ever since Maggie shattered my heart, I’ve become very good at being a wingwoman.”

“I’m not all that interested in other people. I’d much rather go home with you.” The air stills. Alex can feel her heart racing and if Sam is ashamed of what she just said, she’s not showing it.

“That’s very forward of you.”

“Truth goo, can’t help it.” Sam stands and takes a seat beside Alex. “Um…I’ve been trying to throw signals at you for months now. Did you not notice?”

“Uh…I’m kind of a useless lesbian. You could kiss me and I probably would think you’re just being nice.” Sam leans in, capturing Alex’s lips. It takes Alex a second to register that Sam - gorgeous, warm, brilliant Sam - is kissing her. So Alex kisses her back. It takes her a second to find her rhythm, it’s been ages since Alex has felt like she wanted to be touched, and now she wonders why she didn’t just jump Sam’s bones the minute they’d met.

Sam is a good kisser. Amazing, actually. And Alex has a thought, that perhaps the one cot won’t be much of a problem, but then there’s a loud beeping which causes Alex and Sam to pull back from each other. Alex’s breathing is heavy as is Sams and Alex is about to say fuck it and dive in again, when someone clears their throat behind them.

J’onn and Supergirl are standing there with their eyes wide. J’onn has his arms crossed over his chest and Supergirl is covering her laughter. “Lena owes me fifty bucks,” Supergirl says between giggles.

“Shut up, Kara!” Alex yells.

“Wait…Kara is Supergirl?” Sam asks. J’onn closes his eyes and sighs.

37. “I tried my best to not feel anything for you. Guess what? I failed.”

I’m way too excited to write this one. Thanks so much for the prompt!

Alex storming into her office at 2:30 on a random afternoon was not something that Lena ever expected. And, when it happened, she was honestly terrified. Whenever Alex stormed in anywhere, it was rarely good and she was usually angry or just feeling extreme emotions that she didn’t know how to deal with. So the moment Alex opened the door, Lena’s heart practically stopped. 

Alex, on the other hand, wished her own heart would stop for two seconds so it would stop racing so fast she could hear it. It was distracting. And, honestly, the  sound of her heart beating like that only made her more nervous for what she was about to do.

“We need to talk.” She said, shutting the door behind her. The look on Lena’s face was almost unreadable, but Alex swore she could see a little bit of worry in her eyes. 

“Well, you might as well sit down.” Lena nodded, sitting up. “What exactly is going on…?” She asked. Alex sighed and sat down on the couch. Then, about five seconds later, she got up again and started pacing around the room. 

“Honestly? I’m not sure. Something is clearly wrong with me.” Alex said. Lena looked confused. Alex’s tone seemed more frustrated and angry than the worry that usually came with a sentence like that.

“That’s a little vague, Alex, and frankly it’s a little concerning.” Lena commented. She was always concerned about Alex, considering her dangerous job, but she tried not to show it so much. Heaven forbid Alex actually figured out how she felt about her. Alex stopped walking for a moment and just looked at her.

“I tried my best to not feel anything for you. Guess what? I failed.” Alex said suddenly. Lena was too surprised by the confession to feel any relief or joy about the fact that Alex felt the same. 

“You… feel something for me?”

“Yeah. A lot, actually, and it’s all really good feelings. Which, honestly, it sucks. Of all the people for me to have feelings for, it turns out to be my sister’s best friend. And I’m so scared for what Kara would say if she found out. But I’m trying not to care about that, because I had to tell you.” Alex said, barely breathing between sentences. 

“You’re more concerned about your sister’s thoughts than my own? What if I didn’t feel the same?”

In that moment, all the color drained from Alex’s face. No, she hadn’t really thought of that. She’d been so worried about how Kara would feel if she and Lena dated that she didn’t consider if Lena even wanted that.

“Oh, my god. Lena. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed, I just thought that maybe you’d like me back, and I had to tell you or I’d go crazy. I’m so so sorry if this makes things weird, I just–”

“Alex. Breathe, please. It’s okay. The truth is, I have feelings for you, too. Unfortunately, I share the same worries about Kara’s reaction, so I never said anything. But I’ve wanted to. For a long time now.” Lena explained, interrupting her rambling.

“So… What do we do?”

“Well, how about we try it? One date, we only tell Kara if it works out. And if it works out, hopefully she’ll just be happy that we’re happy.”

“Okay. I’d like that. I really would.”

“Dinner, then? At six tonight?”

Lena’s one glass of scotch into her lonely evening when a knock on her door disrupts the crappy tv show she hadn’t been paying attention to in the first place. Willingly or not, Lena likes solitude. Lena likes being alone, and she most certainly doesn’t expect a soaked DEO agent to stop by on a weeknight - or ever.

She’s always regarded Alex as strong and confident, and miraculously she’s exuberating it even now. Hands behind her back, eyes dull and barely acknowledging the opening door. Lena thinks she must be incredibly brave to show up like this. There had always been a gap between them, but Lena bridges it once sad eyes meet empty ones, instinctively pulls her into a tight hug.

Lena hadn’t previously been aware of the storm raging outside, too caught up in ones much closer to her heart. Though now that she sees Alex like this, all dishevelled and wet hair, she suddenly takes note of the rain hitting her windows rather harshly. The water cascading down pale cheeks could be anything, but red eyes indicate it to be mostly tears. And Alex smells of scotch even more so than Lena herself.

This isn’t full on smut, but you might not want to read it in certain places.

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“She’s asleep,” Alex says as she enters the room, only a cinnamon scented candle lighting it.

“Good.” Lena says from her place lounging on the bed. “Come here.”

Alex wastes no time climbing on top of her wife, pushing her weight down on Lena as she brings their mouths together.

Lena runs her nails over Alex’s back, digging lightly through her pajama top as she wraps her legs around Alex’s hips to pull her in.

Alex pulls back just slightly to kiss Lena’s cheek before she kisses her more firmly, tongue swiping quickly into her mouth. It’s an easy rhythm at this point, they’ve kissed millions of times.

Alex’s tongue is hot in Lena’s mouth, commanding like it always is, like Lena absolutely loves.

Alex pulls away, biting Lena’s bottom lip as she does.

Lena legs move from Alex’s back to the bed, letting Alex press her pelvis into Lena’s center.

“Fuck,” Lena husks just as the unmistakable sound of little feet in the hallway stops them.

Alex groans; climbing off Lena to deal with their daughter.

“Whatcha doing?” Alex asks as she opens the door, catching their four year old tiptoeing from her room towards the living room.

“Mama, I heard Santa,” she whispers.

“Santa wouldn’t be here this early baby, but you have to go to sleep. If you aren’t asleep he won’t be able to come in.”

Lily nods, tiptoeing back to her room.

“Go to sleep baby so Santa can come,” Alex tells her, walking over to place a kiss to her head.

She settles into bed, closing her eyes right.

Lena is still in the same place Alex left her when she gets back.

Alex doesn’t say anything, just crawls back on top of Lena, kissing her cheek before moving to nip along her neck. Alex runs her tongue down Lena’s neck, flicking it back and forth over her sensitive skin. Alex bites just above her collar bone, sucking the skin until it’s pink. Lena’s fingers tangle in Alex’s hair as Alex continues to trail kisses up her nexk to her ear. Alex sucks her earlobe into her mouth, releasing it with a wet pop as her hands move between their bodies to untie the the robe that Lena is wearing.

Alex pushes it to the side, revealing Lena’s breasts and stomach to her.

Alex keeps kissing lower, to the tops of Lena’s breast. As she is about to take Lena’s nipple into her mouth, there is an unmistakable clattering in their living room.

“Fuck,” Lena groans as Alex stands, already heading to the hallway.

Alex walks into the kitchen, finding her daughter looking wide eyed at the knocked over milk meant for Santa.

“I thought I heard him Mama. I wanted to check and see if he’d eaten the cookies,” Lilly says, and Alex’s entire heart melts.

She cleans up the milk, putting out a fresh glass for Santa before ushering Lilly back to bed.

“Do not get up again,” Alex says, soft of sternly but also sort of softly because Alex really can’t be stern with her all that well.

When Alex gets back, Lena has taken off her underwear, clearly ready to get to it.

Alex kisses her, Lena’s fingers tangling in her hair again, already pushing Alex down to her chest.

Alex swirls her tongue around Lena’s nipple, moving down to suck it into her mouth. She bites down hard, knowing Lena loves it. She soothe the bite with her tongue, flicking it quickly over Lena’s hard bud.

Alex moves lower, kissing and sucking down to her belly button, dipping her tongue into it to swirl around. Lena squirms prompting Alex to kiss lower. Lena’s legs fall open more to accommodate Alex.

Alex’s tongue moves through Lena’s folds just as the unmistakable sound of their daughters door closing sounds through the house.

Alex marches out quickly, a whine leaving Lena’s mouth.

“If you don’t go to sleep right now,” Alex says sternly, “Santa’s not coming.”

Alex watches Lilly scamper back into her room, jumping under the covers.

“I mean it Lilly. Santa won’t stop if you get out of bed one more time.”

“Going to sleep Mama,” Lilly says, holding her eyes closed tight.

When Alex gets back, Lena is still lying there, looking back at Alex with hopeful eyes.

It only takes Alex a minute to make Lena come, legs shaking, Lena biting down on her hand to contain the moan.

Alex moves back up to kiss her, just as Lena pushes at Alex’s chest to flip them.

“You know she’s going to be up at like 5 AM, right?” Alex asks as Lena starts to work on pushing Alex’s pajama shirt up.

“It’ll be worth it,” Lena grins back.

Alex barely gets two hours of sleep before Lilly is waking them up, excitadly screaming that Santa came.

“I doubt we’ll be getting the Olsen family Christmas card this year,” Lena says as she sits, crossing her legs before she reaches for her wine glass.

“Probably not,” Alex responds after a long pull from her beer. “What happened with you two?”

“I wanted to love him. I felt like I should. I felt like he should have been everything I wanted..” Lena trails up, looking up to the sky like it’ll provide answers.

“But you didn’t?”

There it was. A simple declaration of a loud truth. “No, I didn’t. I just always feel like I’ve got to give up a part of myself for love. I don’t think it’s supposed to feel like that.”

Alex pauses, trying to formulate her thought. “I understand that. You shouldn’t have to though.”

They sit in silence other than the scrape of glass across the countertop, the quiet sound of someone swallowing their drink.

“What about you?”

“Kelly and I only went on a few dates,” Alex begins, “But I just wasn’t feeling it.”

“How so?”

“You know in that old Mary Kate and Ashley movie? They called it ‘reach for the stars, over the fence, World Series kind of stuff’ when describing love. I want it to be like that. I want butterflies when she looks at me. I want to rush home just to wrap her in my arms. I want to feel new inside every single time I kiss her.”

Lena doesn’t respond, just settles to finishing her wine and listening to Alex’s quiet breathing.

“Do you want another?” Alex asks as she stands from the couch to grab another beer. Lena hands her the wine glass, fingers barely touching, and Alex feels it immediately. The spark like she’s been lit on fire. She walks into the kitchen, reaches for a bottle amongst the ten at the bar because she knows what Lena will want without asking. Alex fills the glass a fourth of the way up, knowing how Lena will respond if she puts more, even though it means Alex will just have to get up again. And all of that, knowing which wine Lena would prefer tonight, knowing how to pour it, and that undeniable spark in their touch, it all makes so much sense now. Alex actually takes the time to look at Lena as she hands her the glass and God she’s breathtaking and how could Alex not realize this before this moment?

Alex barely speaks as they each finish their drinks, Alex’s heart hammering away in her chest. “I should get going,” she says as she sits her empty bottle down.

“Or you could stay,” Lena says, so quietly, so unsure, like if she speaks it’ll shatter the protective ring around them in the silence.

Alex doesn’t respond, but she does drop her jacket, stepping forward until she can sit on the sofa right beside Lena. Alex turns to her, a silent conversation about if this is what she wants, raging between them with just glances and raised eyebrows.

And when Lena kisses Alex, it’s nothing like reaching for the stars, hitting a ball over the fence, or the World Series. No, this is shooting past the stars, landing in a galaxy that no one knows about. This isn’t a single homerun, it’s breaking the record. And this isn’t the World Series, this is being the MVP of the team that wins.

While looking absolutly amazing…

Pairing: Alex Danvers/Lucy Lane Summary: It’s the holiday’s and every year, Alex and Lucy are at each other’s throat. But after a year when Lucy doesn’t show up, she comes back from the war and everything about her has changed.  A/N: *shows up over a month late to the holidays after thawing in Massachusetts* so i wrote this like a week before christmas but then it got out of hand ie much longer than i anticipated. i don’t know who is going to read this but eyyyyy - warnings: depression, ptsd, survivor’s guilt, unresolved sexual tension, a lot of healing

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Lucy stares at the ceiling.

It’s late into the night and she can’t sleep. She’s been staring at the same spot for what feels like forever. There’s a war inside of her heart and she feels it throughout her entire body.

The window is open, leaving the cool National City air to creep in. It’s cool enough to remind her of where and when she is, but not comfortable enough to fall asleep. Her body has grown accustomed to the Middle Eastern heat in the last four years.

Only a week has passed.

anon, you the real MVP because not only did you give me the numbers but also the actual prompt so i dont have to keep switching screens because i forget what the prompt is - come into my box anytime (it sounds dirty yes, but you know what i mean)

It’s freezing as fuck. It feels like Alex has been in a fridge for days as opposed to hours. Her best efforts in keeping herself warm is mediation in the corner of the room where a warm vent is, which is hard with handcuffs cold around her wrist. She tries to look the least pitiful because somehow, someway she has to think of a way to get out of this. 

The problem is her instructions are not to talk. 

In her defense, if she could talk she would just say that she’s doing her job. That’s what happens when you try to do your job, the bureaucracy gets in the way and arrests you. Alex admits though, it looks bad when you’re stealing intergalactic missile plans from the government but you can’t say anything because you represent a shadow government organization. 

Fuck. How am I going to get out of this?

Alex has been the casing the place since she got taken in. One, it’s hard when you have a bag over your head. Two, it’s the stupid US Army that’s taken her in. Three, it’s a single operator mission; no back up.

The door opens up and Alex immediately stands. 

In walks a woman, a short one with tan skin and a hair pulled up into a standard bun, in formal dress by the pips at her shoulders, she’s a Major. Alex tilts her head, is she in heels? She tries not to get distracted by the muscular calf muscles from years toning.

“Alexandra Danvers,” the woman addresses holding up a simple manila folder. “My name is Major Lucy Lane and you’re being held for treason as it seems.” 

Lucy takes off her hat and places it on the table along with the manila folder. She gestures to the seat across from her and Alex stares curiously as she takes it. Lucy waves off the guard to leave them alone. 

There’s a blip of silence before Lucy opens up the manila folder. “Alexandra Danvers, PhD in Xenobiology from UCLA. It says you moved from Midvale, CA when you were 18 years old to National City where you attended undergraduate studies. You have an exceptional record, Alexandra.” 

Alex twitches. She knows she’s not supposed to say anything, but she hates being called Alexandra. She hates it so much because it feels like she’s getting scolded. 

Lucy goes on, “You were recruited by the FBI right out of undergrad but you turned it down to pursue your doctorate. However, it seems like you took a bit of a break in your doctorate studies for three years? Three years is a bit of time, do you want to talk about it?” 

Alex snorts. Talk about it. What is this a feelings session? 

“You’re doing a good job at not talking but it’s not going to do you any favors,” Lucy says as she flips the folder to Alex and pushes it to her. “You’re going to prison for a long time, maybe a couple of lifetimes if you don’t talk.”

Alex stares at the folder. In the corner she spies a paperclip, but pretends to be more interested in what they know about her. 

“You’re being charged with treason for the secrets that you were trying to steal. Do you understand what’s going on here?” Lucy leans in and Alex vaguely feels her heat radiating off of her. She tries not to get distracted by the comforting warmth and runs her hands over the papers wondering what details they got right, inching her way towards the corner. “The government will not stand for any pro-alien sentiment so long as aliens pose a threat to the Nation. We will be defended so long as we have the support from key executives in all respects. And no shadow organization is going to get in our way without our know how.”

Alex rolls her eyes through Lucy’s spiel. She turns the folder back over to Lucy with a shove, feeling the paperclip pressed securely into her palm. “That’s not me,” she curtly speaks for the first time, her voice a bit hoarse from the cold. She sits back in her seat and crosses her arms. 

Lucy looks impressed at Alex and she takes back the folder. “I’ll leave you to think about it. People like you are being locked up every quarter of the hour on rotation. I’ll give you an hour to think about it. If you happen to change your mind and do want to speak to me maybe I won’t be halfway to Hawaii by then.” 

Alex tilts her head in curiosity. By the tone that Lucy was speaking to her…was she flirting? Because she can think of one or two sexy moments in Hawaii.

There’s a sly smile at the corner of the Major’s lips as she slips her hat back on like she’s in some Western. “I’ll be seeing you soon, Danvers.” 

Alex smirks to herself. See you soon, Lucy.

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57 minutes and a half a mile through the woods from the bunker she was being held at, Alex hears a quiet rumbling of a standard DEO truck. She runs even faster towards the sound. 

The army is going to find her soon if the unconscious bodies she left behind were any indication of their failures. 

For a brief moment, it feels like her mind is playing tricks on her because she knows her hour is almost up and she hasn’t seen the truck.

There’s a glint in the dark night and Alex sees the shimmering logo briefly before it goes black and rushes towards it. The truck sits at the bottom of a rough path that hasn’t been used in ages and she jumps in without a second thought. 

“You’re late,” Lucy deadpans beside Alex as she turns the gearshift and peels their way down the path. 

Alex sighs at the ridicule before looking at the clock. “90 seconds late,” she argues, grabbing onto the handle bar above her head. “I wasn’t expecting you to come get me.” 

Lucy laughs. “You were breaking into a government facility protected by the US Army and did not expect me to come get you? What kind of girlfriend do you think I am?” 

“I think you’re the best,” Alex flirts. 

“Oh now you want to flirt.” 

“You were speaking in code trying to break me out, I’m sorry if I can’t find that sexy.” 

“I mentioned Hawaii.”

Alex laughs. “Yeah and I almost cracked.” 

20. Teachers AU and 42. The Big Damn Kiss

“You’ve been hearing the rumours right?” Lucy asks, balancing the phone between her ear and her shoulder. She’s trying to get her running shoes at 5am and it isn’t easy when her eyes are bleary and she’s exhausted. 

“Aren’t we a little too old to little to our student’s rumours?” Alex says with a light laugh. She’s just as tired as Lucy is but she’s getting on a plane to come back from a conference right now and knew Lucy would be the only one awake to keep her company until she got on the plane. 

“About us,” Lucy clarifies as she stumbles out of her room. “I heard from Tim, who is friends with Terry, who told Steph and Babs, that you and I were kissing in the teachers lounge. Passionately.” There’s a laugh that escapes her lips at the thought. 

Alex on the other hand, doesn’t laugh right away. She feels warm, her cheeks are pink, and if Lucy were there, she’d see the very physical reaction that Alex was having at the accusation they were kissing at work. Or kissing at all. “What?” she lets out awkwardly, playing it off as incredulity. “Us kissing? We’re friends. Best friends. How did this rumour even happen?” 

“Apparently, Terry Mcginnis walked by the teachers lounge when you and I were fighting over the last chocolate chip cookie Kara made.” Lucy throws on her jacket and makes sure she has her keys. “It makes sense.”

“What makes sense?” Alex asks slightly alarmed. 

“I distinctly remember ending up on top of you because of your gangly long arms,” Lucy answers with a chirp.

Alex full on blushes at the memory. On the list of things Lucy and Alex should not be doing at school, wrestling over a cookie was one of them because not only were they adults but they were professional colleagues and did she mention best friends? “You’re insufferable,” Alex grumbles. “This rumour is your fault.” 

Lucy fake gasps in offense before laughing. “You need to learn to share Dr. Danvers.”

Alex rolls her eyes. “Alright, I’m about to board my flight. I’ll be in for afternoon classes. Can you make sure the substitute actually collects the homework?” 

“You know the subs hate it when I come by and do your dirty work. I’m a history teacher not a chemistry teacher,” Lucy complains. There’s the sound of the door opening and she hums thoughtfully. “Huh. Maybe this is why our students think we’re dating.” 

Alex blushes. “You don’t have to then. I don’t care.” 

“I’m kidding,” Lucy says quickly. “I’ll make sure your precious students get their work in. I’m going on my run. Have a safe flight!”

“Okay, be safe. I love you.” 

Alex clicks off her phone, still warm at the conversation with Lucy. People think that she and her are dating? That’s crazy, they’re best friends. Sure they hang out a lot even though they’re in different departments but Lucy is reliable and smart and Alex doesn’t trust anyone at the academy to secure her work like Lucy. 

It just takes Alex half of the plane ride to realize she said I love you to Lucy without realizing it. 

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That is the last time Lucy is going to the chemistry department. All she had to do was collect the homework and be on her merry way. Not coach the stupid substitute teacher on how to perform basic lab safety, which in turned backfired because he idiotically left the gas on too long causing a small explosion. 

Thank god she still had quick reflexes from all her time in the military to jump into action, but she otherwise liked how calm and relaxing being a teacher was. 

“Everyone’s safe, everyone’s fine,” Lucy reports to J’onn and the fire department. “We got the students out first.” 

“Ballsy of you to go back in and shut the gas off,” the fire chief says. 

Lucy shakes her head. “It’s lab safety,” she jokes, kind of wishing Alex was there to hear it. To be honest, she’s a bit pissed because it should’ve been turned off at the same time the students were rushed out, but Derek had forgotten to turn it off. 

They have to wait awhile for the fire chief to finish their inspection and seal off the lab and check all the other gas lines. 

“She’s going to be pissed,” Lucy grumbles as she crosses her arms. She smells like smoke and the shoulder of her shirt is a bit singed. J’onn and Kara who are flanking her nod in agreement. She looks around at their students milling about wondering what they were supposed to do. Luckily it wasn’t a period she had a class, so she wasn’t too worried about missing students, but it was still Alex’s class she looked out for. 

It made her miss Alex even more. There’s an irrational thought that the whole situation could have happened to Alex and Lucy would be fiercely worried. But there’s a comforting thought that Alex would never let this happen. 

“Lucy!” Alex’s voice fills the air catching their attention. 

Lucy sees Alex rushing through the crowd in her suit with her messenger back slung over her shoulder haphazardly. 

Suddenly there’s a moment, where time seems to slow down. Lucy can see the worried look on Alex’s face clear as day. Even though, she looks a bit weary and the exhausted from the plane ride, something about the way the sunlight hits her makes her look beautiful. Lucy can feel her heart pound inside of her because seeing Alex is the only thing that matters to her in that moment. 

Alex pushes her way through the crowd as best she can before she stands in front of Lucy, her arms already reaching. 

Lucy does the same like they always do when they meet up. She’s ready for a hug. Suddenly, she’s swept up into Alex’s arms and kissing her fiercely like she’s missed her for ages. Without thinking, Lucy’s hands grip the lapels of Alex’s suit jacket and they kiss like they’ve always known how each other do. 

Except they don’t. The thought is jarring as they pull apart. Alex looking both flushed and relieved as she cups Lucy’s cheeks. “Thank god you’re okay,” she says breathlessly. 

Lucy’s trying to catch her breath too as she grips hard onto Alex’s jacket. Her mind is still playing catch up as she stares at Alex’s face. “You just kissed me,” she says dumbly. 

Alex blushes. “I know, I’m sorry. Kara called me and told me what happened. And I got scared and panicked the whole ride over here. I shouldn’t have done it, I don’t know why I did it.” Lucy can feel Alex’s heart racing under her hand. “Then I saw you and you were safe and I was relieved, but I was still scared–hmpf!”

Lucy covers Alex’s mouth with her hand to stop her rambling. There’s an affectionate smile on her face as she says, “Just so you know, if our students didn’t think we were dating before, they sure as hell do now.” 

this was kind of based off the prompt “We’re at a party and someone asks what your type is and you describe me perfectly while staring right at me” AU but it is also a sequel to this little ficlet i wrote Roommates + Awful First Meeting 

you can enjoy it here on tumblr or on ao3 link

12. Roommates AU and 56. Awful First Meeting AU - …omg they were roommates

Lucy hates being in a new city without knowing anyone. It makes her feel lost and vulnerable and it’s a feeling that she doesn’t sit alone well with. Especially after a shitty day at work. It’s why she’s sitting a bar down the street from her new apartment - well, new apartment in a few days because the job with her father started earlier than she had anticipated so she’s been living out of a duffel in a hotel. 

“I’ll have two of what she’s having,” a voice suddenly says beside her. 

Lucy looks over to see a beautiful woman with auburn hair slide into the seat beside her. She notices the smooth expanse of her pale skin because of the bob cut she’s got going. It’s extremely vivid and Lucy’s pretty sure it’s because of the three shots she’s already had. 

“Oh, no I couldn’t–” Lucy presumes the second drink is for her. 

The woman looks at her, raising her eyebrows playfully as the bartender pours two shots of the whiskey Lucy’s been drinking. “What makes you think they’re for you?” she asks cheekily, taking the first shot just as the bartender pours the second. 

Lucy lets out an incredulous chuckle. “My mistake.” 

The woman takes the second shot with a smirk on her lips before waving the bartender for more. “Would you like me to buy you a drink?” 

Lucy stares curiously at the woman. 

“Well, I didn’t want to be presumptuous,” she playfully explains. 

Lucy scoffs, again caught off guard by her response. “Are you always a smart ass?” 

The woman looks mighty impressed by Lucy’s directness. “Would it bother you if I said yes?” 

Lucy narrows her eyes and licks her lips unconsciously. “I haven’t decided yet.” 

Four dart games, two pool games, and way too much to drink later, Lucy hasn’t decided if Alex, whose name she discovers after winning the third game of darts, is bothersome. She does get Lucy bothered though and hot. Really hot. 

It might be all the shots they keep taking like water, but Alex is extremely hot and smart. She can hold her liquor, talk to Lucy about sciences, and play pool really fucking well. 

Lucy feels dizzy as she enters the bathroom blindly, dragging Alex with her by her t-shirt their lips kissing fervently. 

The stall is small, cramped, and hot. It makes Lucy hotter and hotter. Alex’s hand slips under her shirt and Lucy’s tugs at her belt. 

“I don’t–” Alex mumbles against Lucy’s lips. “-usually do this.” 

Lucy smiles as she feels the sink behind her. “I don’t either,” she admits. A hand grasps at nape of Alex’s neck, playing with the short hairs. “But I really want you right now.” 

Alex shudders against Lucy. “Are you sure?” The confidence and bravado she exuded earlier replaced with quiet apprehension and modesty. It’s cute and makes Lucy want her even more. 

Lucy lazily smiles. “Uh huh,” she leans into Alex, nibbling her bottom lip. 

Alex groans and they keep kissing. It feels like they’re kissing forever. Lucy feels her body get hotter up to her neck. She tries to breathe through the kisses because she doesn’t want to stop. The dizziness starts to get to her though and she can’t focus. Alex’s hands are under her shirt, caressing her waist and she feels her stomach turn. 

Lucy groans, feeling sick. “Wai–” She pushes Alex back, pushing herself from the sink and dropping to her knees, her feet hit Alex’s shins. And she goes straight for the toilet to vomit. 

Everything that comes up feels fucking awful. And it doesn’t stop. The whiskey she had tastes worse coming back up, burning her throat slightly as she heaves. “Fuck, fuck, fuck–” Lucy groans as she rubs her forehead, there’s a thin sheen of sweat. It feels even hotter than before. 

Suddenly, there are hands at her neck, pulling back her hair before a paper towel is put before her face. Lucy glances over and sees Alex staring with concern. “This is embarrassing,” Lucy sadly says as she takes the paper towel to wipe her mouth. Before she can finish wiping, she feels the need to vomit again and Alex holds onto her hair, rubbing her back, and telling her it’s going to be fine.

Needless to say, the night doesn’t go on for much longer. Lucy all but books it out of the bathroom, still dizzy, slightly sick, and definitely drunk. It is mortifyingly embarrassing. Luckily, once she’s outside, she starts to sober up, just slightly, climbs into a cab back to her hotel and hopes that she never has to see Alex again.

It’s a shame though because Alex actually seemed like a really awesome person. Lucy just feels like she made a goddamn fool of herself. Throwing up in the bathroom of a bar with a girl you were almost about to have sex with. God, she wasn’t in college anymore. Even then, she held it together much better in college than that night. 

Part of her wants to at least say Thank you to Alex but she’s never going to have that opportunity. She thought they exchanged numbers but all Lucy vaguely remembers is calling her cell phone from Alex’s phone so that she had her number. 

There are no missed calls the next morning and the only message she sees is from her roommate, who is coincidentally named Alex, asking “are you alive?” 

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Lucy doesn’t get to respond though because she gets called away to work, completely disgustingly hungover and drowned under paperwork until the weekend.

It’s been a few days since her bar incident and she thinks about Alex almost everyday, still mortified at how much of a fool she made of herself. 

On the day she moves in, she gets a weird text from her roommate asking if she was still going to move in. 

Lucy is literally at the door with her duffel bag when she gets the text. Instead of texting, she knocks on the door. 

In a second, the door swings open and Alex, her Alex–the bar Alex, stands before her, wearing glasses and athletic shorts and a NCU sweatshirt. Lucy’s jaw drops because for a second she doesn’t recognize Alex from the bar because she looks less badass smooth operating lesbian and more…girl next door? 

“Alex?” 

“Hey, you’re here!” Alex greets just as surprised. “I just texted you.” 

Lucy tries to wrap her head around what the fuck is going on. “Wait–do you have a twin?” 

Alex furrows her brows in confusion and it’s ridiculously cute. Not hot, CUTE. “What? No, I don’t have a twin.” 

“But–you–we–you’re Alex from the bar right?” 

Alex blushes and nods. “Yeah, that’s me,” she rubs the back of her neck. “I thought you figured it out too when I texted you.” Lucy stares in confusion. “Yeah, at the bar when you dialed your number into my phone, your name showed up already. I feel like we talked about this.” 

Lucy rubs her forehead painfully. “That night is partly hazy to me,” she admits. 

“Oh,” Alex lets out. “So what do you remember?” 

Lucy swallows, now she blushes. “I remember drinking a lot with you, darts, pool.” She clears her throat. “We, the–in the bathroom” Alex nods quickly, she was there and she remembers “…and me throwing up.” Then it clicks. “Oh! That’s why you texted if I was alive.” 

Alex chuckles. “Yes, that’s why I texted. When you didn’t respond I thought you were that embarrassed because you realized we were going to be roommate. Thought you maybe didn’t want to move in…to avoid any awkwardness.” 

“Oh,” Lucy lets out. “I get that text a lot better now.” In that brief moment, Lucy weighs her options because Alex is still staring at her curiously wondering what her next move is. “We are both grown adults, we can work this out right?”

52. Accidentally Witnessed Kiss

“Why am I not surprised to find you here?” 

Alex doesn’t stop stitching the cut above her eyebrow because she can see in the mirror Lucy standing in the doorway. “Why am I not surprised to find you here?” she sasses back in return. 

Lucy makes her way to the empty bed next to where Alex is stitching up and unzips her bulky jacket. There’s a groan she tries to suppress as the jacket comes off and throws it on the ground. 

Alex hears this and says, “The doctor is not going to be happy you’re making a mess.” 

Lucy groans loudly as she lies back down on the bed. “I don’t care,” she says in a blase manner. “I think I’ve got three bruised ribs and some internal bleeding.” 

“Aww, poor baby,” Alex cheekily says as she finishes up her stitch. Alex drops the forceps and tweezers into the kidney bowl with a clatter and sees the disgruntled look on Lucy’s face. She applies some ointment on her stitches before bandaging it up.

There’s a small hmpf from Lucy as she just lies back and stares at the ceiling. She clasps her hands on her stomach and shuts her eyes. “It really hurts and all I want is to make up the sleep I lost in the last 72 hours.” 

Alex turns in the stool she was sitting on and rolls over to Lucy’s bed. “Want me to kiss it better?” 

Lucy opens an eye to look at Alex. “Are you messing with me right now?” 

Alex leans down coyly. “Why would I ever do that?” 

Lucy tilts her head at Alex, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. “Because the last time I flirted with you in the med bay, you threatened to kick my ass.” 

Alex snorts. “Because there were people around.” 

Lucy glances around. “So you’re only nice to me when no one is around?” 

“And what about it?” 

Lucy laughs to herself. She shakes her head in disbelief not only at what Alex is saying but at herself. Because she knows that Alex isn’t as big of an asshole as she makes herself out to be. “You really are something else, Alex Danvers.” 

Alex smiles down at Lucy. It’s one of her tender smiles that in intimate spaces, Lucy can really appreciate. And she ducks down slowly and Lucy lifts her head just slightly until their lips meet in the middle until they’re kissing each other warmly. Lucy forgets she’s in pain briefly with a sigh into Alex’s mouth. 

There’s a swish of the door opening and Alex pulls away quickly, turning her stool as fast as she can to make it look like she was staring at the completely opposite direction that was not Lucy. 

“Ah, you two again,” Dr. October says with a knowing smile on her lips. “I walked in at the right time. No doubt two minutes later and you’d be jumping each other’s bones.” 

Alex turns beat red, refusing to make eye contact with Dr. October. Lucy glances between the two women before she sees the smirk on the doctor’s lips.