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Katie McGrath as Lena Luthor and Odette Annable as Samantha Arias

Supergirl pride headcanons mini series!!

Lena Luthor is a lesbian!!

(Lena is not canonically a lesbian but it's pretty fucking obvious)

CW: internalised homophobia, minor nsft stuff mentioned

• Lena needs constant reassurance that Kara loves her

• took her ages to come out of the closet because of what Lillian and the Luthor family instilled into her about queer people

• told Lex once when she was younger that she had a crush on Andrea in school and he wasn't homophobic as he knows it is natural in nature but told her that it is stupid and a waste of time and that Lillian would disown her and cut her trust fund if she found out

• her love language is buying things for people because it's the only thing she knows she can't fail on, and yet sometimes she still feels like she messes up (like when she buys entire companies or houses for people and they say it's too much)

• soft bottom

• very very cuddly but not overly touchy, especially in public

• studied a lot of Sappho's works growing up

• lots of internalised homophobia

• Kara constantly asks for a puppy and Lena responds "Why would I want a puppy when I have you bouncing around the house?"

• came out to Alex before Kara and basically asked for her blessing because a hot girl with a gun is very intimidating

• funds youth LGBTQ+ support groups

• hands.

• if Kara takes a shower without her she gets very upset and pulls out the biggest puppy eyes

• not very sexual but just loves being intimate privately

• sooooo flirty but as soon as someone flirts back she gets all blushy because she CANNOT take the heat

• was secretly thrilled once she had come to terms with Kara being supergirl because she didn't feel as conflicted about having a crush on both

• loves saying things out loud that should definitely stay in the bedroom because she gets a kick out of making Kara blush (Alex fucking hates it)

• "What can I say, Kara has stamina."

• mommy issues

• sometimes she cries at night because she doesn't think she deserves Kara and can't believe she got so incredibly lucky

• definitely had a one night stand in college with Sam but that was ONE night and they were both drunk and they only kissed (at least as far as she remembers) BUT THEY DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT

• diluted green kryptonite strap.

• loves putting on lipstick just to kiss Kara in the morning and watch her leave for work with lipstick on her neck without realising, giggling when she later gets a text from Kara going "WTH I JUST WALKED INTO MY BOSSES OFFICE LIKE THIS, UR LUCKY ILY!!!"

Anyway, that's all, hope you enjoy!! Sorry this was quite delayed, I've been super busy!! Don't expect me to write these everyday, unfortunately I still have exams, but I will when I can!! If you have specific DC/Supergirl characters to request, do drop it in the comments/reblogs/asks!! (I will warn you though that I am very familiar on a specific few characters and hardly know many others, so if I don't know a character I will try my best!!)

Tags: @one-step-at-a-time25 @stxrfiish @a-transwinn-propagandablog @what-a-little-flower + EVERY1 ELSE!!!

Lena Luthor surrounded by my 1000 ships for her.

"things you said after it was over" The arena is a good investment, objectively. It’s long past time for National City’s women’s soccer team to have a facility of their own, and it’s good press for L-Corp to provide it. That’s what Sam said all those months ago when the portfolio landed on Lena’s desk, and it’s what she said weeks ago when they scheduled this gala, and it’s what she said this morning over breakfast when Lena considered faking a broken arm in order to get out of it. It’s what Sam will say about the two additional portfolios Lena knows are waiting for her at home – ice hockey and softball, apparently – and Lena knows that Sam will be right.

The truth is that in the past seven years Sam has never once led Lena or L-Corp astray – never once except today, and that isn’t really Sam’s fault. Women’s sports is a good investment: viewership is up, merchandising is up, public interest is up, and Sam gets to take a lot of pictures next to extremely fit and mostly queer women which is definitely a bonus.

The downside – and it’s a big one, as far as Lena is concerned – is that Supergirl has become National City’s biggest advocate for women’s sports. Which means that she’s almost definitely here somewhere.

Ah, there she is. Kara has one arm draped artfully over a cocktail table, looking for all the world as though she’s leaning on it but Lena knows she mustn’t be or the table would be matchsticks. She’s wearing a version of the super suit done up to look almost like a National City uniform, and Lena wants to say that it looks ridiculous but it doesn’t. It really, really doesn’t. And there, ah, is National City’s team captain, one hand ever so innocently caressing Kara’s bicep while Kara leans in a little, smirks, asks a question in that low voice Lena remembers all too well.

Lena turns away. Sam was wrong – seeing Kara after all these years isn’t completely fine. It’s completely not fine, and she can’t stop picturing that player’s fingers running over Kara’s muscles, and she’s going to throw up or throw something or just throw a tantrum maybe.

She snags a ginger ale off of a tray to wash the taste of shame out of her mouth. It has been seven years, and she’s happy. She and Sam have built a life together, and it’s a life anyone would be incredibly lucky to step into. But still. Still. In the months after it all ended, when Lena was still at least ostensibly welcome among the super friends, Nia Nal had introduced her to the word ‘situationship’ and something had clicked for Lena. Kelly Olsen had sent an artfully worded four paragraph text message that essentially boiled down to: the most painful relationships to end are the ones that were never formalized, because nobody really understands what you’re grieving.

Lena never called Kelly to talk about it, although she believed that Kelly believed the offer was sincere. What was there to say? There was no explosion, no acute injury. Kara just… left. Gradually, by degrees, without any kind of malice or any kind of explanation. She just wasn’t around anymore. When Lena called to catch up or make plans, she was always busy. And one morning Lena woke up and realized that she always would be.

So, fine, it’s been seven years and Lena hasn’t processed it all, but she’s an adult and she can handle Kara Danvers getting all dressed up for the cameras and letting the local fuckboi lesbian jocks fondle her arms. That’s just. That’s just Tuesday in National City, and Lena can deal. Sam will be here in half an hour and in the meantime Lena just has to look at anything and anyone else and-

“Lena.”

Well. Fuck. “Kara,” Lena replies. She holds up her ginger ale by way of a sarcastic toast.

“It’s been a minute.”

“You’ve been busy.”

There was a time when Kara’s eyes might have darted back and forth between Lena’s, mouth twisted in confusion, hands twisted with concern. This Kara only smiles a soft half smile, like the ice in Lena’s tone is a little inside joke just between the two of them. She glances back at the team captain, now engaged in conversation with a couple of suits by the bar.

“Haven’t we all,” Kara says. “It’s nice to see L-Corp taking an interest in women’s sports. All that money for fine arts, I’m surprised to see you involved with something so… pedestrian.”

Lena genuinely can’t suss out whether this is meant to be a jab or an actual expression of curiosity, so she sips her ginger ale and eyes Kara over the top of the glass. Where the fuck is Sam? This is going to be the longest half an hour of Lena’s life.

“Women’s sports is a good investment,” she says. Inside, she’s cringing. Women’s sports is a good investment? Really? You say to the poster child for women’s sports in National City? Okay.

Kara smiles for real this time. “Isn’t it? I’m glad the corporate world is finally catching on. There’s some real talent here, real potential.”

Kara hasn’t aged a day. Lena is hiding a couple of grey hairs under an expensive dye job and she wonders suddenly, irrationally, if Kara can see right through it. Probably not. Would it matter if she could? It shouldn’t.

“Well,” Kara says when Lena doesn’t answer. And there, for a moment, is the Kara she remembers: that sheepish quirk of the lips, the anxious twist of the hands. “I should let you go do whatever it is you people do at these events. I just- I wanted to say, I-” Kara looks up at the ceiling and takes a deep breath. When she looks back down, she’s a vision of composure. “Well, I’ve missed you, and I just wanted to say that I’m sorry I haven’t been around. But I’d like to catch up some time, if you haven’t lost my number.”

Lena nearly drops the ginger ale. The laugh that comes out of her is incredulous and involuntarily. “If I haven’t lost your number."

“I know. I just- I was in love with you, you know?” She laughs, and it reaches her eyes, like it really is the funniest thing. “And I knew you were never going to feel that way, and I just needed some distance. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship with my feelings, but I guess it turned out that way anyway, huh? But I’m- I’m good now. And you’re good, with Sam. So.”

The dizziness that comes over Lena is so intense that she sways for a moment on her feet. Kara tracks it, but doesn’t reach out to steady her. What she wants to say is, I was always going to feel that way, I always felt that way, I wanted you the whole time, I wanted, I wanted, I want-

What she says is: “I am good now, with Sam. But it was nice seeing you again.”

And then she waits. Kara half raises her hand like she’ll say something else, or touch Lena, or something - anything at all. She says, “Yeah. It was nice seeing you too.”

When Lena averts her gaze, Kara walks away. It’s better that way, that Kara should be the one to go. Lena doesn’t think she can do it. She thinks that perhaps she’ll stay rooted to this spot for the rest of her life. I was in love with you, you know?

Sam’s arms circle Lena from behind, and Lena, God help her, flinches before she realizes. Sam hums quietly, soothingly into the hair at her temple.

“How’s the party?” she whispers.