#jealous!lena

[supergirlfics]

Could you do a fic where R is dating Lena and they go to a bar with the super friends and Alex gets drunk and is super flirty/touchy with r and Lena and Alex fight over r and Lena gets super possessive?

It was a nice night at the bar with your friends. Lena had her arm around you as you were tucked into her side, with Alex beside you and the other Super Friends just across the table. 

“It was hilarious,” Alex said, laughing as she took another drink. It was her fourth. “Brainy was so confused.”

“I do not understand this … confusion,” Brainy said. “As a twelfth level intellect, I declare that I have never been confused.”

“I’m sure you haven’t,” Nia laughed. “You could never be confused.”

You couldn’t help the snort that echoed across the table. Brainy was confused at least ninety percent of the time, so his denial was quite hilarious to you. 

Alex turned to you and smirked. “You have the cutest snort. It’s adorable.”

“Why thank you, Alex,” You chuckled. “That’s very nice.”

Alex’s hand grabbed yours and you furrowed your brows. You weren’t sure what she was doing. “You … are just beautiful.”

Lena’s head snapped in Alex’s direction. “Hands off my girlfriend, please.”

Everyone else at the table had gone silent and you felt very, very awkward.

Alex wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you away from Lena. “Come on … she loves it. She loves the attention. You can share.”

“Alex …” Kara whispered. “You’re pretty drunk. Let’s get you home.”

“No, she does not love it. You aren’t her girlfriend, I am. You should listen to your sister and just leave.”

You were looking uncomfortably between the two, wishing nothing more than to just sink into the seat.

“Y/N,” Alex slurred. “You love me, don’t you? I know you’d rather spend time with me. Look at this beautiful hair.” 

Lena slapped away Alex’s hand as she brushed it through your hair. 

“Okay …” You chuckled. “I think I’m tired. We should … go.”

Lena pulled you protectively into her lap. “You made her uncomfortable, Alex. Go sober up and don’t let me catch you acting like this again.”

Without another word, Lena stood, keeping you in her arms, and marched out of the building.

“You can put me down …” You whispered.

You knew Lena had heard you, but she ignored it. She kept you in her arms until you were placed safely in her car and she had done your seatbelt for you.

“Alex had no right to act that way.”

“I know, Lena, but -”

“It’s absolutely disgusting that she thought she could get away with treating you like that.”

“It’s okay. She -”

“Treated you like an object, not like a person. I am highly offended by her behavior.”

“Lena!”

Lena finally stopped talking and looked at you.

“I know you’re upset, but you need to calm down. I’m not going to leave you for her. Ever. People do stupid things when they’re drunk. Now, if you’ll quit ranting, I’ll let you carry me into the house.”

“I was going to do it anyway.”

“Shut up,” You said, playfully rolling your eyes as you leaned against your girlfriend. 

“I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

[queercapwriting]

Can I have more Lena being jealous of Sara, please. Especially if Kara hints she has nothing to worry about. *sits on hands to resist making grabby hands*

She’s not flirty on purpose.

She likes Sara – of course she likes Sara.

Sara has made her feel at ease on other planets, and Sara admires her for her strength.

Sara looks at her with heady eyes and a lopsided grin, and Sara makes her stomach flutter because she’s not used to being flirted with quite so boldly.

And getting it. And liking it.

So she’s not flirty on purpose, but Sara Lance knows what it’s like to love a sister like Kara loves Alex, and Sara Lance knows what it’s like to be a superhero and to love so damn hard you can barely breathe.

So she’s not flirty on purpose, but when she’s around Sara, maybe she loosens up just a little.

Not more than she does with Lena.

Just… slightly different.

Slightly different, because Kara loves having friends who are women, and each woman is different, so each relationship is different, so if she laughs a little too loudly at Sara’s dry jokes, it’s because she never gets to see her, and she wishes she could more often.

If she lets Sara’s fingers linger on hers a little longer than strictly necessary when she passes her a glass of club soda, it isn’t because she wants Lena less.

It’s because she has no idea that Lena wants her.

But Alex is nudging her and Alex is pointing to the way Lena looks dejected, to the way Lena looks sharp, to the way Lena looks defensive and looks terrified.

Scared that she’ll lose Kara – her friendship, and any possibility to develop something, anything… more – to a literal legend, to a woman who’s died twice and who travels across space and time saving the universe more times than anyone can count.

Kara watches Lena watching Sara, watching her, and her eyes blow wide open.

Because suddenly she understands what Maggie’s been teasing her about, what Alex has been asking her about, what Winn’s been stammeringly pointing out and what James has been gently inquiring after.

Lena shares her feelings. 

Lena… likes her.

Like that.

Like she likes Lena.

So Kara accepts the club soda from Sara gratefully, happily, and she keeps talking to her. Keeps entertaining everyone from this Earth with a collaboratively-told tale about Earth-1, about Barry Allen’s utter lack of team leadership skills, of Oliver’s muttering instructions under his breath, of Kara’s heat vision and sheer strength rendering a legion of superheroes utterly useless.

She keeps weaving her own words, her own laughter, in and out of Sara’s, their story not missing a beat, but she gets up. 

She gets up and she shifts around the table to where Lena is sitting, eyes scared and eyes insecure and eyes jealous.

Jealous, jealous, jealous.

“Of course, if Lena had been there, she and Cisco would have come up with a solution in under a minute,” she says, sitting next to her and tossing her arm around her shoulder.

Lena’s eyes fly wide, Maggie chokes on her beer, Alex and Winn thump her back, James averts his eyes with a small smile, and Sara?

Sara purses her lips into a smirk, arches her eyebrow, amused. 

Glad Kara is finally understanding what she picked up on the moment she met Lena: that the woman was absolutely wild about Kara. 

That Kara was absolutely wild about her.

Lena finds herself leaning – half in joy, half in smug satisfaction – into Kara’s arms, sipping at her wine and god, Kara smells amazing.

“Well, next time you whisk yourself off to another dimension, be sure to bring me along then.” Her voice is musical and it melts Kara’s insides.

She hears Lena’s heart rate elevate, and her own heart skips because she thinks she understands, finally, why.

Yet something else she’ll have to thank Sara Lance for.

[cliffsofthecry]

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Have some Jealous!Lena for your midnight viewing pleasure!

[queercapwriting]

hey cap! i hope you're doing well! i have a fic request. supercorp pre-relationship where lena is on her way to tell kara how she feels but sees supergirl fly into karas apartment through her window and is just like "wow i knew they were close but not that close" and is heartbroken and jealous until kara tells the truth

It took two hours of pacing her penthouse; three emergency calls requesting immediate and energetic pep talks to Jess from LCorp and Eve from CatCo; and an entire bottle of wine (chugged from the bottle itself, because Luthors might have class, but they also didn’t do anything halfway) to get her out of the house.

Because Lena Luthor had a mission: she was going to tell Kara Danvers how she felt about her. 

Tonight.

She’s pacing (again) outside the door to Kara’s apartment complex, and it’s only then that she looks up.

She’d wanted to stare up into Kara’s bedroom window, see the light on, and maybe think of it as a kind of metaphor, a beacon, a sign driving her forward, giving her courage, to tell her best friend that she’s fallen heels over head in love with her.

She looked up at Kara’s window expecting hope; what she got was the exact opposite.

Because what she got was the unambiguous image of Supergirl -- full suit and everything -- flying right into Kara’s bedroom window. Unannounced. No rapping at the window, no living room formalities of a reporter-superhero relationship.

No.

It was clear what kind of visit this was.

Lena left in tears and a unique kind of rage.

Because of course Kara would sleep with someone who was the pure and utter emblem of good.

Lena Luthor was nothing but a living allegory for everything bad. 

Of course Kara would be spending the night with Supergirl and not Lena.

It figured. It really did.

She decided -- another bottle of wine later, one that she knew she’d regret in the morning, but whatever, because she was certainly made of tougher stuff than that -- that she wouldn’t say anything about it. Wouldn’t treat Kara any differently. Nor Supergirl, for that matter.

Though she couldn’t figure out why Kara wouldn’t tell her.

She probably didn’t trust her enough.

She probably thought Lena would use their relationship to destroy Supergirl, or something.

That cued her third bottle of wine, and her midnight phone call to Kara.

“You know,” she begins without preamble, slurring slightly and somehow still elegantly, “it’s not that I mind that you’re fucking her. I have no claim on you, I know. Claim. What a misogynist way to talk about a woman you love anyway. Of course I don’t have a claim on you. Even if you wanted me back, there would be no claim. You know what I mean, Kara, don’t you?”

“Lena, where are you?”

Lena gave a drunken guffaw and a vague wave of her arm that she only dimly realized that Kara couldn’t see.

“Not with you, Kara Danvers, that’s for sure! Because you’re too busy getting into Supergirl’s pants. Skirt. Skirt. Did you ever ask her why she chose a skirt instead of pants? It’d make a good article, for a good reporter, Kara Danvers.”

“Lena, what are you -- “

“I saw her, Kara. Supergirl. I saw her fly into your window. Your bedroom window. And only one kind of person flies into someone’s bedroom window. Well, an alien, that’s the first thing. Also, a girlfriend! Someone you’re fucking. That’s who, Kara. And it makes sense. Why would you even consider wanting a Luthor when you can make to a Super?”

“Lena, stop it. You... you like... Lena, where are you?”

“In my bedroom, without you or Supergirl, so it’s quite lonely in here. And I’m sorry I’m calling you, Kara, I should’t have called you -- I -- well, come in, darling, what are you waiting out there for?”

Lena waved Kara inside her bedroom window, stumbling toward it to open the latch.

Which is when she realized.

Kara Danvers was hovering -- flying -- right outside her bedroom window. 

Her phone was to her ear and her eyes were wide and her lips, slightly parted.

Her glasses were off.

She was, as ever, absolutely gorgeous.

She was, as ever, her hero.

She was also, apparently, Supergirl.

Lena let her phone slip out of her hands and silently opened the window and screen.

Kara hung up the phone and shoved it into her jeans pocket, landing softly in Lena’s bedroom.

“I’m not going to kiss you tonight, and I don’t want you to tell me any more about how you’re feeling. Not right now. Not while you’re drunk. But I’m going to stay, if that’s alright. I’m going to make sure you drink water, and we’re going to watch more old musicals than you can stand, and, in the morning, if you still want to say the things you just said to me, we’ll talk. Okay, Lena?”

“Okay, Kara,” was all she could say, and it was absolutely all she’d ever needed.