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30/12/2023
Supercorptober
Day 17 - Alien
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“Have you always had that?”
“Had what?” Kara asks, her voice muffled by the potsticker in her mouth.
Lena just lifts her chopsticks to point towards the plant that sits on a stool underneath the window. It’s small and unassuming, but Lena swears she just saw it move and now she can’t stop staring at it, waiting to see if it happens again.
“The plant?” Kara asks again after she swallows the food in her mouth and looks back towards Lena in time to see her nod. “Yeah! It was a gift from a Starhavenite I saved just after I became Supergirl. Their planet died from an ecological plague so it’s pretty special.”
Kara’s voice grows soft as she stares at the plant for a moment, her fork resting on top of her styrofoam container.
“Plus it’s the only plant I’ve never killed.” Kara jokes as she perks up again, her smile growing as Lena playfully rolls her eyes and nudges Kara’s shoulder with her own.
The next time Lena is in Kara’s apartment it’s to water that same plant.
She wakes herself up in the middle of the night with the sudden thought that no one’s been watering it while Kara’s been stuck in the phantom zone. Strictly speaking, she’s not entirely sure if a plant from Starhaven actually needs water to survive, but she’s not about to take any chances. The last thing she wants is for Kara to come home to find the plant withered away in her absence.
It only takes her a moment to give the plant a thorough soak before she realizes that she’s standing in Kara’s empty apartment in the middle of the night staring at nothing. It’s the first time she’s stepped foot inside since her brother imprisoned the superhero. Her chest aches and her eyes burn as she looks around the apartment. There’s still a mug sitting on the counter from Kara’s morning coffee. Her CatCo laptop sits open on the dining room table, likely dead now without the charger plugged in. A book is face down on the coffee table, holding open Kara’s spot.
Without realizing it, Lena’s lifting the book to slide Kara’s forgotten bookmark into place as her hand glides over the cover. It’s not in any language she immediately recognizes and the art on the front is in a style she’s never seen before. She places it back on the table as she moves towards Kara’s bookshelves. Her finger glides over spines as she takes in a variety of languages. The majority of them are Earth languages, many that she’s fluent in herself. A couple are in languages she recognizes from other planets from the tower, and many more she doesn’t recognize at all. It makes her smile to see them sorted in along the other books she knows Kara has sorted by genre.
After they get Kara back from the phantom zone, Lena’s starts spending more time than ever in Kara’s apartment, unable to keep from noticing smaller and smaller details tucked inconspicuously into Kara’s life.
“I like this picture.” Lena tells Kara as her index finger glides along the edge of the photo of her and Alex tacked to her fridge.
They’re both grinning at the camera with their arms around each other. She’s seen many similar photos of Alex and Kara over the years, but this one is different. Enough that she can't figure out why she never noticed it all the times she’s admired Kara’s growing collection of photos. Staring at it she can’t quite put her finger on why it’s different, except that she’s looking at it with new eyes. And the knowledge that J’onn’s car sitting subtly in the background is actually a shapeshifting spacepod.
But if she’s learned anything over the last couple months, it’s that she seems to be looking at everything with new eyes.
Kara.
Her apartment.
Everything.
Ever since recent events proved just how much Lena’s been blinded by her feelings for Kara. Ever since they started to forgive each other and move forward. Ever since they’ve been growing closer, closer than before, closer to the point where three simple words have taken up a permanent place on Lena’s tongue, ready to fall at any moment.
“Where was it taken?”
Lena keeps her attention on the picture as Kara moves behind her to look over her shoulder, standing just a little closer than strictly necessary. The hair on the back of her neck rises as Kara hums.
“That was in Argo.” Kara answers as she rests her chin on Lena’s shoulder. “We only got to go for a couple days, but I wanted Alex to see a bit of my home.”
“It’s beautiful.” Lena murmurs, finally letting herself lean into Kara.
“Maybe I’ll get to show it to you too one day.”
“I’d love that.” Lena says honestly, her voice dropping low with emotion that she can’t help.
Part 4:
The station was an imposing place, filled with busy constables and secretaries running around, not quite caring about the present. Septimus’ journey through the station was filled with ‘I’m sorry’ s and ‘Pardon me’ s , despite which he’d bumped into atleast three of each and a rather grumpy looking man, with an equally intimidating moustache.
He remembered him to be the Chief Inspector Keller(?), known across the city as the man with an intimidating moustache and an equally intimidating manner.
“Watch where you’re going, man!”
“I’m sowwy, Chief Inspector, it is hard with all the hustle and bustle of this place.”
His expression softened imperceptibly(he was grateful that he was an observant man, else he’d have still thought the inspector was angry). “That’s understandable, just….be careful.”
He beamed back at him. “I will be.” Then: “I had to file a complaint, where shall I do it?”
“Oh, just speak with Ms. Waverley, our receptionist, and we will look into it in the next, hmm. Two years. At the minimum.”
“Two years? I don’t have two years!” Septimus wailed.
“Well, if it is an emergency, then it could be three months.”
“Three months? No, the family will find out, and I could be in sewious danger!”
“Quiet down, man! I’ll- I’ll see what I can do. But you will have to speak with Ms. Waverley.”
“Olwin, dear!” A voice, belonging to a portly, but friendly-looking woman, called out. The two men turned to face her, the inspector looking somewhat embarrassed, while Septimus tilted his head, natural curiosity taking over. The Chief Inspector had a wife? This was new.
“You forgot you lunch again, so I brought it for you.”
“Margaret, you know perfectly well I don’t carry lunch on Fridays.”
“Well, I have brought it now, and you WILL eat it. Toodloo. Oh, hello there, Dr. Bell, I almost didn’t see you standing there.”
“Pleasure seeing you too, Mrs. Keller.”
She smiled and nodded, shoved the parcel into Keller’s hands, and walked out, just as quickly as she’d arrived.
“Where is Ms. Waverley’s desk?” He asked.
“Straight down the hall, to your right, you shall know her desk when you see it.”
“Oh, well, thank you, Inspector.”
“That’s Chief Inspector Keller to you-” Septimus didn’t hear the rest, he was already rushing off to meet the secretary. He was on a deadline, and come what may, he would find that cadaver.
Or, atleast, definitely get someone else to do it.
Pixel art of the Protonic Inversal Axe from Fallout: New Vegas
Because you have corrupted me, could I please have something sfw with UF Sans and SF Papyrus sharing a girlfriend? Thank you ❤️
>:)) I’m glad you acknowledge your need for skeletons!! Corrupt? Shhh just feel the love. And I love that your requests all give me the chance to write stuff, just like I wanted.
I would’ve loved to do completely fluff, but 50% fluff is just as good?
Headcanons: UF Sans and SF Papyrus sharing a girlfriendInitially, the path to love is fraught with difficulties. It isn’t that they furiously detest the other, they’ve just never even tried to get along. Red already dislikes himself, and avoids interaction with Russ because he feels their similarity would make it pointless. He’s also mildly prejudiced against Russ and low key doesn’t think very highly of him because Red thinks he obeys and indulges his brother too much. It rankles him to see it so he dismissed Russ from the start. Russ knows how Red feels about him and feels there’s no point getting to know Red either. If Red isn’t even going to try, why should he? He’s got better things to do. He doesn’t give a fuck about Red.
Red doesn’t accept Russ at first, feeling like there’s only room for one dickhead in a relationship, but eventually accepts this because he sees you are genuinely distressed at having to choose. He knows he’s possessive though, and after accepting Russ, he becomes even more possessive in front of outsiders. Russ doesn’t care either way. He already can’t believe you’d return his feelings, so as long as he can be with you he’s alright with Red.
Despite their differences, once they seriously enter into a shared relationship with you, they try their best to get along and respect boundaries. That doesn’t mean they’re not massively competitive, it just means they’re being more chill about it. In fact, their rivalry for your affections actually helps bring them closer together. They form a strong friendship eventually, even if the competition will never stop. Beware when they have enough rapport to team up on you, because you’re never going to catch a break now. Try to grow immune so you don’t fluster and swoon too much.
Both of them have immense baggage and past trauma, and having the other helps immensely. They may not like each other a lot, but they understand each other. No matter how hard you try, you may never be able to understand them in the same way they do the other. When Red has a bad day he is unlikely to tell you anything, but Russ can help you understand, and is excellent at reading Red. When Russ is down, Red will actually be far more proactive in supporting Russ, primarily because he empathizes, but also because he doesn’t like seeing you worried about any of them. They actually help each other deal with many nasty feelings while trying hard to never let you catch them at their worst. Even when they open up fully to you, it’s hard for them to let you see them like that.
…and to fluffier stuff. Russ is the type that will think of you often and leave you messages or simple gifts that remind him of you, like a particular brand of candy or a wildflower he saw by the roadside. He loves doing things like sending you a photo of beautiful scenery coupled with a cheesy line about how it reminded him of you. He’s not exactly lying. He doesn’t do grand gestures of romance but he is a complete sweetheart that is thoughtful and subtle.
Red on the other hand, rarely explores the romantic gestures side of the relationship, but when he does invest his time in any, it would for sure get his full effort to make it special. He is very, very sincere, and some of the things he does can be very touching because it’s personal and you can see his devotion to you fairly easily. Yes, he will get embarrassed if he gets too mushy, but no, it will not stop him if he thinks you will like it mushy. He doesn’t believe in letting his pride be an obstacle because he’s done that before and it really ruins everything.
You’d think Red doesn’t pay attention with the careless way he acts when he talks to you, but think again when he catches a tiny detail you mentioned once, for example enjoying lilies over roses, and then proceeds to demonstrate he remembers everything about you. While Russ is more sensitive to your feelings, likes and dislikes, and often cheers you up before you even realize you’re upset. He might not pay attention to all of your words, but he pays close attention to *you*.
Russ is low key a huge cuddler, and he is the one initiating the cuddles a lot of the time, but sneakily. Before you realize it, you’re comfy and snuggled with a skeleton. Red visibly wants in on the cuddles even if he tries to hide it, and Russ’s actions spur him to join in faster than he would if it was just you. It’s far easier for him to get over his embarrassment when he gets jealous.
Tag thingy
@my-rosebud-boy tagged me in this thing so uh here goes nothing!
rules: put your playlist on shuffle and answer the questions
How i die: Revenge Will Have its Day - Blood on the Dance Floor
Played at my wedding: Disasterology - Pierce The Veil
Add “in my pants”: Colours in my pants -Halsey
My theme song: Unchained - Blood On The Dance Floor
Played when you think of someone you love: Everyone Dies Alone - Blood On The Dance Floor
Add “with a shovel and screwdriver”: Heavydirtysoul with a shovel and a screwdriver -Twenty One Pilots
Describes your life: Incomplete and All Alone - Blood On The Dance Floor
Played when you miss someone: The Judge - Twenty One Pilots
I tag @idontgiveafuckanymore132 @fireproofphoenix @fingerrocks11 @stonedandsour
