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It’s their usual Friday movie night. Kara sits next to Lena, their bodies touching with zero space between them. The CEO’s hand lazily and mindlessly rubs the back of the hero’s head as a 90’s Halloween movie plays. There’s absolutely nothing unusual about the evening. There are snacks, Lena’s favorite dinner is on its way, and their drinks are on the coffee table. They spend every Friday night like this and have for as long as the two of them could remember. 

Lena doesn’t like to admit it (and she won’t to anyone else), but she loves this time of year. At least she likes spending it with Kara. As a Luthor, Halloween isn’t something she got to celebrate as a kid. Now, since Kara introduced her to the movies, costumes, and candy? She truly loves it, regardless of what she says out loud. 

Whether it is the childlike exuberance of the woman next to her or the experience itself, she enjoys the month of October immensely. Of course, she will continue to pretend she doesn’t, that’s just her shtick with her best friend, after all. It’s too fun to stop now. 

She knows Kara enjoys Halloween as well, but she also refers to October as ‘Lena Month’ since it’s the month of her birthday. It took a few years, but the blonde finally figured out her birthday is October 24th. 

The ebony haired genius managed to keep it from her best friend for exactly two years. Frankly, she’s shocked she managed to hide it that long with how tenacious the Kryptonian can be when she wants to know something. She’ll take it though, after so many years of loathing her birthday, Kara makes it worth celebrating. 

Tonight, it’s movies and sharing cupcakes to celebrate Lena’s birthday. Her puppy-of-a best friend has celebrated her birthday every Friday night in October thus far. However, tonight is her actual birthday. At the insistence of the Super, she gets to make all the choices for the evening. So, her first birthday request is for Kara to choose the first movie. Unshockingly, It’s one she hasn’t seen before. 

Something about the Sanderson Sisters and a candle. Hocus Pocus, maybe? It’s a Disney movie, definitely something Kara would choose. Little does the blonde know, the next movie they’re watching isn’t Halloween themed, but she knows it will get a jump scare from the blonde. Maybe even from Lena as well since she’s only seen the previews.

One way or another, no matter what they are watching, Lena’s hand always ends up in Kara’s hair. There’s always some form of cuddling or touching. Sometimes, Kara’s head ends up in her lap. Regardless of what happens, they’re in each other’s space and always migrate toward one another. Certainly not something Lena is going to complain about. 

As their friendship has gotten stronger and they’ve rebuilt the trust between them, the CEO’s feelings about the hero have become more and more evident. Most of the time, she thinks Kara feels the same way. Unfortunately, she is too scared to ruin the friendship they’ve just rebuilt to say anything or make a move beyond where things are now. 

It would be much easier if Kara would give her some sort of sign. Even then, Lena doesn’t have the advantage of alien senses to know if the blonde’s heart is racing or her breath catches in certain moments. She’d only be guessing and as a scientist, that’s not solid evidence so things remain the same.

The first movie finishes a few minutes before their food arrives. They take a break to eat and change into their pajamas before starting the second movie. Lena specifically chose the next movie because it’s a suspense-horror and she knows it will result in Kara cuddling into her more. 

Look, she isn’t above using shady methods to get her cuddling fix. She’s but a simple, cowardly queer. Sue her. 

She grins at the blonde now snuggled into her side as she hits play on What Lies Beneath, a mid-2000 suspense-horror movie starring Michelle Pfeiffer (yet another reason she chose the movie - again, she is but a simple queer). 

Lena’s arm is wrapped around the Kryptonian’s shoulders, her hand buried in blonde tresses while the hero’s head rests on her shoulder. The warmth of Kara’s forehead is pressed into the exposed skin of her collarbone as the movie suspense picks up. She can feel the warm breath of her best friend skating across the bare skin of her throat causing a shiver to race down her spine and heat to settle into her lower abdomen.

It’s nothing new for her when they get this touchy and close, but it’s definitely not as under wraps as she likes to keep it. All she can do now is hope Kara doesn’t notice the shift in her heart rate. Or at least if she does, Lena hopes she attributes it to the movie they're watching. 

So far, neither of them have really been startled by the movie, but Kara has let out a gasp and buried her head into Lena’s neck a few times. As she said before, she is but a simple queer and is most certainly basking in the attention being bestowed up on her. Plus, she is comforting the scared alien…would anyone expect any less?

After the last suspenseful moment, they settle back into their positions. Lena still has her arm around the hero’s shoulder and her hand in her hair. At this point it is more absent-minded than anything. As she anticipated from the start and for the first time during the entire movie, Lena is startled. 

Unfortunately (fortunately? - to be determined), the jump scare causes Lena to tighten her grasp on the blonde’s hair at the back of her head and pull hard on instinct. The sound that comes out of Kara’s mouth sends an entire sanctuary of butterflies cascading through her chest and stomach. 

Cerulean eyes go wide and a hopefully inaudible whimper slips between Lena’s lips before the CEO freezes, blonde locks still firmly wrapped in her grasp. Neither of them move for what feels like an eternity. Finally, pale fingers release their grip and she clears her throat before a mumbled apology rolls across her tongue. 

Kara seems to brush it off and settle back into position, but Lena’s mind cannot stop replaying the sound her best friend made and the reaction she can tell Kara’s body had to the whole situation. Not to mention, her own body is now vibrating like a livewire after a storm. 

Her obsessive brain keeps reminding her that her sunshiney, puppy-of-a best friend likes to have her hair pulled. The woman she is irrevocably, unquestionably in love with might have some kinks that align with her own. How in the hell is she supposed to focus on the rest of the movie with this kind of knowledge at the forefront of her brain? 

She gathers all of her Luthor moxy and breathes her way through the remainder of the movie. If someone quizzes her on the last twenty minutes of the film, she will ultimately fail, but she survived it…mostly. Now that she knows what a moan sounds like coming from those perfect pouty lips, her internal fantasies have a more realistic soundtrack. She’s not sure she will survive this knowledge.

After the credits make their way across the screen, Lena removes her arm from around the blonde before gathering their glasses and leftover takeout containers. Once she is in the kitchen, she takes a minute to center herself, desperately trying to shake the vivid memory reel from her mind. As she places the last of the leftovers in the fridge, she realizes Kara still hasn’t moved from her spot on the couch and her eyes are fixed on the wall. 

Straightening her spine and rolling her shoulders back, Lena heads toward the seemingly dazed woman on the couch. As she gingerly sits herself back onto the cushions next to Kara, she rests her hand on the blonde’s knee before asking, “Are you okay? Was the movie too much?”

Startled at her return to the couch, Kara shakes her head as a pink hue drifts across her cheeks and a combination of a laugh and a breathy whisper escapes her lips. After a brief moment of silence, the Super clears her throat and turns her head to look at Lena. 

“Are we going to pretend that didn’t happen?” Kara quietly asks, the words barely audible as her skin does its best imitation of a fresh tomato.

Shocked, Lena takes a second to decide what kind of risk she is willing to take. Given that Kara brought it up, she feels pretty confident a more risque answer isn’t too far out of line. So, she shifts a little closer, twines her hand back into blonde locks, and smirks.

“Oh, you mean accidentally finding out my best friend likes to have her hair pulled? Or the fact that you moaned in my ear?” She lightly pulls the blonde’s hair again and is promptly rewarded with the same moan she got earlier. 

The smirk on the CEO’s face deepens, having her assumptions confirmed, she gets cockier. Instead of backing away, she leans closer to whisper in Kara’s ear. “What else is hiding under that straight-laced persona you wear around, Supergirl?”

By the time the sun rises the following morning, Lena has the answer to that and so many other questions. It might have started as an accident, but turned into something far better than any of the fantasies they’ve been harboring for years. 

Kara has been staring at the date since she woke up this morning. At first it was simply because she likes the smoothness and synchronicity of double numbers. October 10th…10/10. It just makes her happy inside. She’s enjoyed it since she discovered how humans write date abbreviations in the United States on Earth. Of course, Alex makes fun of her, but it’s nothing new. Her sister always makes fun of her for one reason or another. 

What makes today even better is that it is Friday! Her favorite day of the week lately. As per usual on Friday’s, on her way to CatCo Kara stops by to see her favorite person at The Lena Luthor Foundation. It’s become part of her weekly routine, something both of them enjoy. She grins before knocking on the office door, lightly pushing it open. 

Sitting at her desk with the sun behind her loose dark waves and a bright smile gracing her full lips, Lena’s sea glass eyes settle onto Kara’s ocean blues. The hero pauses in the doorway as her breath catches and her heart skips a beat. She momentarily forgets what she came here to do until she sees the patented Luthor eyebrow quirk upward. 

Kara shakes her head and steps toward the woman who stole her breath away. The movement gives her enough time to collect herself, to drop a scone and Lena’s favorite coffee onto her best friend’s desk. It’s nothing out of the ordinary, the blonde does it a couple of times per week when she can, but always on Friday’s without fail. 

The two exchange brief greetings, asking how each slept and what their days entail before hugs are given to part ways for the day. Just as they do most Friday’s, the pair have movie night plans after work. It’s a ritual they’ve made an effort to establish since the Kryptonian returned from the Phantom Zone. An evening set aside just for them.

It’s an evening spent watching movies, eating junk food, and catching up with each other. Most of the time, they end up snuggling together on the couch before falling asleep. Inevitably, Kara gathers Lena up to deposit them both in the hero’s bed. Nine times out of ten, they end up spending Saturday together as well, but it’s something they don’t really talk about. It’s just something they do. 

By the time Kara makes her way into her new office at CatCo, her mind is spinning with thoughts of their pending movie night and how beautiful Lena looked sitting at her desk surrounded by sunlight. Her brain is providing all sorts of images of her best friend being effortlessly stunning. She eventually plops into her desk chair, releasing a raspberry of amusement at herself for her lack of ability to stop thinking about Lena.

In a fit of impulsivity and amusement, she grabs her phone from her pocket to pull up her message thread with Lena. Later, she will wonder what exactly came over in that moment, but given the end results, the reasoning won’t really be relevant. 

She slowly types out…

‘Did you know today is YOUR day?’

A smile spreads across her lips when she sees the typing bubble appear as Lena is typing her response. 

‘Is this one of your ridiculous dad jokes, Kara? 🙄’

The blonde bites her lip as she debates on how to phrase her next response. She taps her phone against her palm before typing out her reply. 

‘No jokes here, Lena. Today is 10/10…since you’re definitely a dime, a 10/10, it’s YOUR day.’

Her Kryptonian constitution promptly comes into question when she hits the send button. She immediately goes into a gay panic. Her heart beats even faster than when she got trapped in the Phantom Zone. She just sent her best friend the Kara Danvers equivalent of a pick-up line! What was she thinking?! Her eyes are wide and her stomach drops.

The lip between her teeth might not survive the wait as the typing bubble appears and disappears several times before the whoosh of a new message finally sounds three times in a row.

‘Darling, are you flirting with me?’

‘I’m flattered.’

‘Hmmm, guess that makes November 10th your day since you are an 11/10.’

The blonde’s jaw gapes and she promptly drops her phone, cracking the screen for the third time in as many months. 

“You fucking lied to me, Kara! For years, you looked me right in the eyes and betrayed me. You hurt me in ways no one ever has.” Lena screams, tears streaming down her face as the prominent vein on her forehead pulses in time with her shattered heart. “You’ve broken my heart into a million pieces. Worst of all, you and your little group of friends ruined any chance of me ever trusting another person again.” She pauses next to the pristine marble countertop in her kitchen, spinning the now mostly empty tumbler as she watches the last dregs of scotch dance at the bottom. 

Stormy malachite eyes glare at the blonde Kryptonian standing across the island, the silence is claustrophobic and palpable. She scoffs as she picks up the glass and throws it at the woman she currently hates as much as she loves. Lena knows Kara’s reflexes are fast enough to catch the flying weapon before it impacts, she knows it won’t hurt the woman. Nothing happens. Kara just stands there letting it hit her in the face. The action briefly shocks her before she rolls her eyes and leans back against the counter behind her. A look of utter disgust and contempt on her face. 

“Of course you just fucking stand there. For a superhero, you’re quite the spineless coward, Supergirl.” She spits the words at the woman with enough venom that it feels physical. Internally she smirks as she watches the blonde flinch when her words land. Just to twist the knife a little further, she leans forward, narrowing her eyes before saying, “You can leave the way you came in and don’t come back. I don’t want to see or hear from you again. Ever. You can disappear and I won’t fucking care. Fuck off, Kara.”

Thank you to @rainbow-rebellion for the amazing prompt!

“W-Wait…you’re going to Midvale this weekend? You’re spending the 4th of July in Midvale? With the Danvers? The same place I am going?” Lena asks, voice an octave higher than usual as her panicked green eyes dart between her computer screen, her cell phone, and the woman sitting in front of her. “K-Kara didn’t mention anything at lunch yesterday.”

Oh fuck! Lena thinks. This can’t be happening. Sam knows me too well. This is a disaster. Fuck! That’s it, I have to find an excuse not to go. 

Sam’s hazel eyes scan her boss and longtime friend’s face with a smirk. “Well, that’s because she just asked today. I ran into her on the sidewalk on my way back from lunch with Andrea. She invited the two of us as well as Ruby, but Rubes is going to be with her friends all weekend. So, it’s just Drea and I.” 

Shit, Andrea will be there as well. Goddammit, Kara. Drea knows me better than Sam! Gay panicking. You’re gay panicking. Okay, it’s fine. Everything is fine. You’re fine, Luthor. Get it together. You’ve hidden your pining for years. You can handle a weekend with your friends. 

The brunette CFO raises a brow in question, an act picked up from the raven haired genius over their years of working together. It’s obvious the youngest Luthor is panicking over the presence of two of her oldest friends. No, she’s full on gay panicking. Sam does her best to stifle her laughter for Lena’s sake, but just barely. “Why are you being so twitchy about it, Luthor? Drea and I have been going to game nights since I moved back to National City. Besides, all of us already know you have the hots for blondie.”

The L-Corp CFO grins as she watches Lena’s posture shift from nervous to defensive. The entirety of their friend group knows Kara and Lena have been pining over each other for years. Sam is more than aware of the reason her friend is being squirmy about her and Andrea spending the weekend in Midvale. Lena knows she and Andrea know her better than the rest of their friends. The two of them know her every little tell and both of them live to give her shit about it. 

Sam gives the youngest Luthor one final devilish smile before leaving her office. Lena knows she is absolutely fucked with the Arias and Rojas duo.

Lena does her best to put things out of her mind after her conversation with Sam. The first two days of her week fly by. It’s suddenly Wednesday, she’s finished her work for the day, and is currently standing in the middle of her walk-in closet trying to figure out what to pack for her four day weekend in Midvale. 

The past few years with Kara around have provided a crash course in “comfy clothes” as the hero calls them. She has even accumulated a lot more casual clothing, but it doesn’t mean she has figured out how to pack for a holiday weekend, much less one held primarily outdoors. Honestly, she never really had holiday weekends while growing up with the Luthors. How the hell is she supposed to know these things? 

She sighs and glances down at her watch, she should have been finished packing hours ago.

Kara will be at her penthouse any minute and she has exactly three things packed – her toiletries, her tablet, and her glasses. They are supposed to leave at 7:00 pm, which is exactly 45 minutes from now. There is absolutely no way she will have all of her shit done by Kara’s proposed departure time. 

The Kryptonian wants to beat everyone to her childhood home to help Eliza set-up for all the guests. Lena pulled out all the stops and tried her best to get out of going after learning Sam and Andrea would be there, but the lovable reporter wielded her deadly pout and any further attempt died on her lips. So here she is, packing her suitcase. She was originally excited for the trip. It was supposed to be relaxing, but now she’s certain she will spend the entirety of the trip tense as a mouse in a room full of cats. 

Lena sighs, again. She can already feel her anxiety climbing and shakes her head. Get yourself together, Luthor. Accept the fact you’re the mouse and will be tormented by two very devious cats. Fucking Sam and Andrea.  

She gets lost in her thoughts. The next thing she knows, warm arms wrap around her waist causing her to shriek like a banshee. Once she calms down and wrangles her heart out of her throat, she smacks Kara for scaring the hell out of her quickly followed by shaking her now aching hand. They tag team her packing and get it done much faster than she would have alone. Unfortunately, she let her heart eyes cloud her judgment and allowed her years-long crush to take care of her swimwear for the weekend. There is no doubt in her mind she is going to regret this decision later as she has no idea what awaits her.

You are a fucking gay disaster, Luthor. Useless, pining queer disaster. 

Unfortunately, Kara Danvers is her kryptonite. Lena Luthor cannot say no to that woman. It’s impossible.

#1 - Mike:

Her phone buzzes causing it to nearly vibrate off her nightstand and onto the floor. She catches it just in time and blearily stares at the bright screen to see who the fuck is calling her at midnight. Deep down, she knows it is likely one of two people. Her girlfriend or her best friend. Knowing Veronica and the number of times Lena has bitten her head off for late night booty calls, it’s likely the latter. Rubbing her eyes to help focus, she is proven correct. It’s Kara. If her best friend is calling this late, it can only mean one thing. 

“What has the jackass done this time?” Lena groggily croaks into the phone. “Do I need to hire someone to beat his ass?” She rolls over in bed, resting the phone on the pillow next to her as she puts it on speaker.

Soft sniffles drift into the silence before Kara’s tired voice can be heard. “He came home drunk again. This time he had lipstick on his face and his collar.” Muffled movement can be heard in the background as a door closes. “He’s passed out on the couch now since I refused to let him in the bedroom or our bed. Why do I keep putting up with his shit?”

Lena sighs, rolling over and placing her phone on her chest. “Because you love him. Same reason I have put up with Roni’s shit for so long. Either that or we are gluttons for misery and mistreatment.” A humorless laugh reverberates between them. “Do you want to come over? We can cuddle and commiserate in my comfy bed.”

A quiet sob escapes Kara’s throat on the other end of the line. “Y-Yeah. I’d like that. W-Where’s Veronica?”

“Who the fuck knows? We had a fight last night and I haven’t talked to her since.” Lena scoffs and shuffles out of bed to turn a lamp on in the living room. “Just use your key. I turned a light on for you and will be keeping the bed warm.”

They both chuckle and hang up. Lena crawls back in bed to wait for her best friend. 

#2 - Veronica:

A few weeks later, Kara is up late watching a movie. Mike is god knows where. The story this time is he’s out with some coworkers after their shift at the bar. She’s pretty sure he’s fucking the other bartender, Imra. She can’t prove it, but there’s too much circumstantial evidence for it not to be true. He has already been sleeping on the couch since the last incident and she’s getting incredibly close to kicking him out of her apartment. Not that he really lives there anyway, he just stays there most of the time.

A long sigh of irritation huffs out as her phone chimes with a text. She glances at the time on her cable box to see it’s almost one in the morning. Her chest twinges because she knows it’s likely Lena and that means Veronica is up to her bullshit again. Grabbing her phone from the coffee table, she taps the notification. She does her best not to laugh, but can’t hold back when she sees an angry emoji followed by a string of expletives. Instead of responding, she hits the call button.

“So she decided tonight would be a good time to give you unsolicited advice about your own career and let you know she won’t be attending the gala with you on Saturday?” Kara says, listening to her best friend growl with unbridled anger on the other end. “What did she think she was going to get in response? A hug? A thank you? Fuck, sometimes I think Veronica has the emotional intelligence of a shoestring.”

The last sentence makes Lena pause in her rant and a sudden burst of laughter comes across the line before it quiets again. “Oh Kara, thank you. I needed that. I can always count on you to make me laugh. To answer your question, I have no idea what she was expecting. It almost seems like she is trying to piss me off.” A slight pause and a door closing sounds across the line. “Sometimes I think she does shit like this simply because she likes makeup sex. Why in the hell do I put up with that woman?!”

“Maybe it’s some twisted way of punishing ourselves? Sometimes I think I somehow deserve it. I mean, I always forgive him. Is that giving him permission to keep doing it?” Kara sighs, rubbing her forehead in shared annoyance. “It’s been two years and nothing changes. It makes me wonder what the final straw will be.”

send me a ∆ for my least favorite fcs

1) i have some issues with armie hammer lately like im sure it’s a passing thing im just so indifferent to him rn

2) im too much of an old lady to enjoy timothee chalamet someone please get that boy a smoothie and a bowl of soup he looks so tired