Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!
Hello again! My requests are absolutely open, so if you have a Supercorp, Agentcorp, or Lena x Reader prompt, or just a character-focused story about Lena, I’d be more than happy to write it out for you.
I think we can all agree Supergirl’s creators biggest crime is making an enormous amount of interesting setups and turning them into the most contrived, boring, overused, and infuriating story lines/romances/ character developments/ and motivations possible.
are you down to do a poly with alex, Maggie and lena - something fluffy - entirely up to you what - if you do need a prompt maybe they spend a Christmas week away in a log cabin idk
A/n: this was supposed to post yesterday but tumblr is a bitch. Anyways! This was requested by anon and I liked writing it so I hope you guys like it :)
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The sun pierced through the curtains, shining right on Alex’s face. Scrunching her nose, she rolls over into the person holding her, smiling at the familiar scent of cinnamon and motor oil.
Pulling back to get a good look, Alex smiled as the sun made the woman's caramel skin glow, throwing highlights into her brown hair. Arms encircled her from behind, belonging to the raven haired CEO. Alex layed back down, basking in the expensive perfume and cinnamon cloud surrounding her.
Waking back up a while later, Alex found her arms full with the CEO while the bed at her back was cold. Slowly getting up, Alex wandered into the kitchen, finding the missing woman at the stove wrapped in a blanket.
A light humming filled the kitchen, drawing Alex to Maggie and hugging her from behind. Chin resting on the shorter cops shoulder, Alex stole some eggs, laughing as Maggie swatted at her. “Lena still asleep?”
Alex nodded, glancing back to the bedroom doorway. “She could sleep through a bombing.”
“That she could,” Maggie murmured, starting up the coffee. “But not coffee.” Sure enough, not even ten minutes later and the woman in question came shuffling in, rubbing her eyes and missing a sock.
Sliding a cup of coffee to her, Maggie shook her head. “I can’t believe you sleep in socks, Luthor.”
“It was cold,” Lena gave her boardroom glare, which would normally work had she not been half-asleep still and had bed-head. Alex chuckled, setting down Lena and herself a plate, kissing the tired woman’s temple.
“Guys!” Alex yelled, banging open the front door. “The snow is good, we should make a snowman.” At the groans coming from her cuddling lovers, Alex started waltzing with an invisible partner, singing ‘Do You Want to Build a Snowman’ from Frozen.
“Babe!” Maggie groaned, trying not to laugh. “You’re tone deaf, stop singing.”
“Make a snowman with me then,” Alex taunted in a singsong voice. Before Maggie could protest, Alex had pulled her up and into the waltz, dragging her around the room. Lena, stifling her laughter at the look on Maggie’s face, got up and kissed them both.
“Alright, we’ll make a snowman with you.” Alex pumped her fist, shooing the woman into the bedroom to bundle up. All done, the two came shuffling in like penguins. Alex shoved a beanie onto Lena’s head, covering her eyes. With the gloves and boots as finishing touches, the trio made their way outside.
A big snowman and a few snow angels later found Alex and Maggie wrestling in the snow, jokingly fighting over Lena’s affections. Whitewashing Alex, Maggie jogged over to a laughing Lena.
“M’lady,” Maggie gave a silly bow, holding out her hand. “I believe I have won your han-” before she could finish, Maggie was being body slammed into the snowbank.
“Never take your eyes off the enemy, Sawyer.” Grinning smugly, Alex swept Lena up and jogged back to the cabin, leaving a sputtering Maggie to chase after them.
Hot cocoa mugs and candy wrappers littering the coffee table, the trio sat cuddled on the couch. “Merry Christmas, guys.”
“Merry Christmas babe,” Maggie and Alex chorused, smiling at each other before dozing off.
Lena gazed at her lovers, a soft smile on her face. A Merry Christmas indeed.
