#writeaboutnow

That’s right; it’s the SWB one-shot from Kara’s perspective. 

Kara wakes up one day with a very pressing problem, and thankfully, Lena is more than happy to lend a helping hand.

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Kara's POV during her untimely rut.

I hope you enjoy this one, friends; I really like how it turned out. 

And if you were ever so inclined, you can drop by my ko-fi page to help fuel the inspiration tank. And if not, I’m just happy that you’re here, reading my words and hopefully having a good time. 

“You can use it,” Lena said for what seemed like the 100th time. “Just not at 3 o'clock in the fucking morning when I’m trying to sleep!”

“But that’s when I want my midnight milkshake!”

“Three hours past midnight?”

Kara just continued as if Lena hadn’t spoken, “Plus, I don’t say anything when you’re making your digusting green smoothies when I’m trying to sleep.”

“Yes! At seven! An hour by which any self-respecting person would be awake!”

“Not me!”

“I can explain!” Lena all but shouts, surrounded by heaps upon heaps of twisted metal and sparking wires.

“Okay…” Kara waits, but when Lena has still yet to extend an explanation a whole two minutes later, she has to press on, “… And!?”

Lena winces. “Sorry. I’m just so used to Lillian cutting me off and punishing me before I ever got the chance to explain myself, so I’m a little thrown…”

It’s very straightforward and simple because it was technically for my eyes only, but I think it illustrates why Kara and Siobhan aren’t a good match.

Enjoy, friends. 

Adam Grant approached Kara at a bloc party. He made her laugh and introduced her to his friends, and it’s the first time Kara didn’t feel lonely at NCU.

He was a considerate boyfriend. The kind with warm eyes and warmer hands. The kind that would drop by Kara’s dorm when she was having a bad day, armed with a box of doughnuts and her favorite movies. The kind that would accept coffee with a beaming smile no matter how tired he was after pulling an all-nighter.

Like Kara, Adam enjoyed kissing and they did it enough. And when Kara was reluctant to let things progress further than oral, he was understanding.

Kara spent her Thanksgiving break gushing all about Adam to anyone who would listen, and she only checked Siobhan’s various social media accounts on the rarest of occasions.

When Kara and Adam eventually had sex for the first time, it was admittedly a little awkward. But they took things slow and cuddled afterwards, so it wasn’t terrible. In fact, it got better each time.

Two weeks before winter break, Kara received a call from someone unexpected, maybe even a little unwanted. But she excused herself and took the call anyway.

Siobhan was upset, having just been dumped by her boyfriend—a tall, handsome alpha whom Kara had very briefly Facebook-stalked only a few months prior. Then through all the cursing and tears, Siobhan told Kara that she missed her, and just like that, Kara felt her heart break open like a series of overwhelmed floodgates. And Siobhan wouldn’t let her go until Kara admitted that she missed her too. They ended the call by making plans to catch up once they were both back at Midvale.

They met at their usual brunch place, greeted each other with a tentative hug, with Kara practically swooning at the familiar smell of Siobhan’s perfume. They ate and caught up, and Siobhan took the time to listen and ask questions more often than she would have when they were still together.

Throughout the meal, Siobhan touched Kara’s hand a total of five times, with no good excuse to speak of. Kara’s heart ached each time.

When they said their goodbyes, Siobhan held Kara a few seconds longer than appropriate, then placed a very chaste kiss at the corner of her mouth. The entire drive home, Kara kept her fingers pressed to the spot, maintaining the pressure, desperate to recreate the feeling of Siobhan’s lips against her skin.

That night, Kara broke up with Adam Grant over the phone without much explanation, and she let Siobhan tug her into bed the very next day. And it kept happening—again and again, all throughout break—and they both let it.

“Be careful,” Alex told her once, when she caught Kara dressing up for yet another outing with Siobhan.

“We’re using protection,” Kara said.

“That’s not what I meant,” Alex returned with a sigh. “And you know it.”

Kara just shrugged.

She and Siobhan continued to remain in contact despite returning to their respective schools, and it really felt like it would work this time around.

Lena’s jaw all but drops in disbelief. “Did you just call me a loser?”

“Uh... yes...” Kara appears almost as shocked as Lena feels in the moment. “Should I not have?” 

“Depends,” Lena says with a near bark of laughter, her initial inclination toward offense dissipating by the second. “What exactly was your intention?” 

There’s a long pause before Kara speaks again—during which Lena almost decides that maybe she should be offended after all—but soon, it becomes all too clear what the problem was. 

“I just... Like, okay.” Kara curls all four of her limbs into a tight bundle of chagrin and clear frustration, and Lena is endlessly endeared. “You know, Earth customs are just so wonky and weird like all the time, and so research is of the good, right? And where’s the best place to do research? The internet, and if Reddit says that I should—”

“Wait, wait, wait!” Lena says, unable to hold back the laughter that has Kara pouting heavily down at her. “Were you just trying to neg me?” 

“How so?” Sam asked, sounding genuinely curious. “You like Lena. I like Lena. Lena likes both of us. What’s the problem here?”

“Sam…” Lena finally chimed in, pinching at the bridge of her nose. “When I said fantasy threesome, it wasn’t exactly an offer…”

“Wh-what?” Kara blinked, startled. “But I thought that everyone, you know, already knew about us. It’s Facebook official now…”

“Not that,” Siobhan snapped, swiping a hand across her eyes. “That you saw me…”

“… crying?”

Siobhan choked back a sob and buried her face into her folded arms, desperate to curl up into the smallest ball possible. Then the next thing she knew, she was being scooped up by a set of strong, steady arms.

“Stand back, everyone!” Kara called out, practically sprinting down the hall with Siobhan thrown unceremoniously over one shoulder. “Do not look at my girlfriend who is definitely not crying!”

Kara rolls her eyes to herself and huffs, “Yes, I’m well aware of that. Also, Krypto is a boy if you must know.”

“I wouldn’t know from all the pink ribbons in his fur.”

Kara wipes her vanilla-covered hands off on her pants as she looks up—about ready to give the what’s what about gender stereotypes to a complete stranger yet again—when she happens upon the most gorgeous pair of green eyes she’s ever seen. “Uh…….”