Bold Of You To Assume I Know What I’m Doing

Lena Luthor = useless lesbian.

we really, really should. 🚬

another piece for my noir series ;)

the inescapable structure of tragedy, the lines of causality

I'll Be Your West Coast, Honey

Read chapter one on ao3

“So let me get this straight,” Sam says, grinning and leaning back against Lena’s desk. “You’re going on a destination-less road trip with Kara, and only Kara, for two weeks?”

“That is the plan, yes,” Lena says, half distracted by the endless stream of emails in her inbox.

“So, you’re telling me you’re spending two weeks confined to a car with Kara Danvers and no one else as a buffer. Just you and Kara, alone together for two weeks. And this is why you need me to temporarily take over as CEO.”

“Yes, Sam.”

Sam bursts out laughing. She holds up a hand, trying to suppress it, but then something in Lena’s expression sets her off again and she’s wheezing. Lena watches in bewilderment as she wipes the corners of her eyes. “Oh honey. You are absolutely fucked.”

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currently thinking about the commitment level of Lena “I could be the luthor who shares her home with a kryptonian” Luthor

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You might have noticed, but I'm a bit in a drawing slum.

But I found these in my drafts, so I cleaned them up.