Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works you’ve created this past year (fics, art, edits, etc!) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world in 2017. Tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original!) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works.
I was tagged by @fictorium and @xxtorchxx THANKS LOVELIES!
It was a rough year for my words, so every creation was a victory. These are the ones I’m most proud of.
1. Storm: Episode 8 of Supergirl Virtual Season, Supercat, rating: M
I fought for every word of this and I had a lot of help. I had fantastic editors, incredible artists and @inspectorboxer and @fictorium at the helm. In the end I’m very proud of how it turned out and am thrilled and honored to have been a part of this enormous project. I absolutely adored exploring characters I hadn’t spent much time with before, James especially. I gained a new love for him as a character and would love to write more for him in future.
2. From The Desk Of… Supercat, rating: T, collab with @fictorium
This began as a headcanon, which turned into the exchange of letters on two separate tumblr sideblogs and soon it had snowballed into the creation of a love story told from opposite continents through only letters. Lola and I have put these women through arguments, heartbreak, violence, reunions, romance and new adventures. We’ve seen them grow and change through communication with each other. We’ve been frustrated by the limitations of the epistolary format but never once considered changing it. I’ve never been more proud of a creation. It fills my heart to bursting to know it exists and there are not enough heart emojis in the entire internet to thank Lola for going on this journey with me. The story is coming to a close soon, but I believe this piece will continue to live on in the people that continue to discover it.
Winn’s impulse to hug Cat upon her return at the end of Season 2, and his obvious affection for her at CatCo when filming her Resist speech had my mind racing. Cat called him Winslow and it made me melt. So, I wrote them a friendship. Writing it made me fall in love with both of these characters all over again and gave me a renewed appreciation for both of their relationships with Kara. I didn’t expect anyone to read or like or even buy it, but the response was overwhelming. Thank you all for loving this fic as much as I do.
4. Line Dancing, SuperVasquez, rating: G
I was really disappointed in the Season 2 episode where Kara is planning on spending her Earth Birthday with Alex and she gets blown off. So, Kara’s alone and hurting on a day that has always been important in her life. Enter Vasquez, who is a hero in her own right in my world. Susan Vasquez helps Kara celebrate her Earth Birthday and it was a bit of a balm to my own soul.
5. All Day, Supercat, rating: M
I’m not sure this one counts because I’ve only posted one chapter of it so far. (Chapter 2 coming soon.) but I’ve spent so much of my year working on headcanons and outlines and plotting for this fic that it feels like it’s been a fairly large part of my year. If all goes well it will be completed by mid-year!
And like an idiot I forgot to tag people so here’s the new and improved version now with tagged people! @abcooper @rtarara @supercitycarnival @spaceshipsarecool @poppyssupergirl @gertiemcfuzz
The Hope of Fusion, Susan Vasquez/many women, Rating: PG13
Happy Birthday @bridgetteirish. I do it all for you!
Susan knows the green glowing walls don’t affect her, shouldn’t affect her, but she feels a shiver regardless every time she enters the cell. So far Agent Danvers has been handling the interrogation, which is fine by Susan. She’s not one for talking their prisoners to death, and god knows when something is personal to one of the Danvers, it ends up becoming the business of the whole DEO.
“General?” The prisoner is always afforded the respect of her rank. “I’ve brought your evening meal, and if you’re willing to cooperate, I can arrange for some shower access in the next 30 minutes.”
“Which one are you?” Astra uncurls from the uncomfortable bench, in that feline way of hers. From what Susan understands of Kara, and the files they’ve amassed on her cousin, discomfort isn’t something that affects these almost invulnerable Kryptonians. That’s without the overpowering effects of the kryptonite though; sure enough, Astra stretches as she stands, leaning muscles fight off cramp and bones click slightly with her movements.
“Agent Vasquez,” she replies, realizing a moment too late that she’s staring. It’s hard not to stare at that slender figure all in black, the white streak in her hair too eye-catching to be ignored. “I guess I’m your tour guide for your stay at Casa DEO.”
SuperVasquez 16 Accidentally falling asleep on the couch together.
“Alex,” Kara leaned over the back of the couch she’d just deposited on the hardwood floor of her sister’s new living room as Susan Vasquez flopped onto the sofa in front of her. “Supergirl could have done the entire move in an hour. You seriously couldn’t have waited a couple days for my powers to come back?”
“Sorry, sis. Timing is everything. We had to be out of the old place today.” Alex dropped a box on the floor and winced at the disturbing rattle it made as it hit the ground. “Oops.”
“Watch it, Danvers. You break it, you bought it.” Maggie followed Alex through the apartment door and placed her own box carefully on top of Alex’s before snaking her arms around Alex’s waist. The two began canoodling with no regard for the other two women in the room. Kara rolled her eyes.
“There’s a special place in hell for people who schedule city moves in the hottest month of the year. There better be so much pizza and beer at the end of this.” Vasquez punctuated her statement by wiping sweat from her forehead with the hem of her t-shirt, exposing her impressive abs. Kara tried not to stare. She really did try, but Susan was right there, trying to catch her breath and leaning her head against the back of the couch. Her face was so close, eyes closed, neck exposed.
This had been happening a lot the last couple of weeks. Moments between them, heavy with feeling, with potential, with possibility. Kara found herself enjoying these moments more and more. She was mortified that Susan might think she was orchestrating them. But the accidental meetings kept happening, after missions or before briefings, and that one time Susan twisted her ankle and Kara had to carry her to the med-bay. She remembered the way Susan’s breath fell against her neck and the weight of her head against her shoulder.
Kara let herself enjoy the view for a moment too long when her heart fluttered and she stood quickly before she did something stupid like push that tiny lock of hair away from Susan’s eyes. “So, we almost done?”
Alex pulled herself from Maggie reluctantly to answer. “Just about. Tell ya what, wimp, since you and Vasquez have done the bulk of the heavy lifting, you guys hang out here and Mags and I will go back for the last truckload. You can rest until we’re back and then we’ll bring up the last of it.”
“Ugh, you’re the best.” Kara made her way around the couch and flopped next to Susan. “Take your time.”
Alex and Maggie left and Kara indulged herself just a bit by letting her head drop onto Susan’s shoulder. She smiled when she felt Susan’s head rest gently against her own. Her heart did that pleasing little flutter again, so Kara lifted her head, retreating again in fear.
Susan’s hand on her jaw stopped her. “If you keep pulling away every time I get close to you, you’ll give me a complex.”
Kara nuzzled into Susan’s hand. “It isn’t that. I don’t want you to think I’m doing it on purpose. We just keep ending up…” her breath caught as she met Susan’s eyes, suddenly much closer than they were a moment ago. “...really close.”
Vasquez smiled. “And if I told you I was doing it on purpose?”
Kara’s eyes slipped closed and she took a deep breath. “I’d say it explains a lot,” she answered.
Susan grinned and dropped her hand, ready to retreat before Kara got any more terrified. Kara didn’t let her get far. She caught Susan’s hand and pulled her back in. She pressed a sweet kiss against Susan’s lips and the flutter in her heart became a small earthquake. She sighed quietly and pulled away. Kara met Susan’s eyes and licked her lips. She tasted sweat and Susan’s honey lip balm, but didn’t have time to process the kiss before Susan was leaning in to claim another. Kara draped an arm around Susan’s shoulders and pulled her closer. They fell against the couch cushions and the kiss deepened. Kara’s head swam and a thrill like liquid sunshine shot through her veins. Her arms came around Susan’s waist and she held her tight.
“Ow.” Susan pulled away and her breath left her with an involuntary “Oof.”
“Oh my gosh. I’m sorry, Susan. I, um, think my powers are back.”
“Well, don’t I feel powerful. Like a superhero battery charger.” Susan swiped a gentle thumb across Kara’s bottom lip. Kara laid a kiss there and they giggled softly. Susan snuggled her face into Kara’s collarbone and Kara held her close again, moderating her strength carefully.
XXX
Alex and Maggie burst into the apartment, each carrying a box. Alex strode across the room and peeked over the back of the couch to see her sister holding a finger to her lips then pointing to Susan, still sound asleep across Kara’s chest.
Maggie sauntered up behind Alex and surveyed the scene. “Well I’ll be damned. Get it, Little Danvers.”
“Shut up.” Kara tried to sound threatening, but couldn’t hide her smile. She tried and failed not to wake Susan as she attempted to slide off the sofa and lay her back down, but Susan sat up anyway. She had an adorable line across her cheek from a wrinkle in Kara’s t-shirt. Kara grinned and ran a finger down that line. “Stay here. It’ll just take me a few minutes to unload the truck, then we’ll order pizza.”
She ignored Alex’s raised eyebrow as she sped from the room, intent on finishing this infernal move and getting back to more enjoyable things.
prompt meme: SuperVasquez & #17 "your choice"... Susan takes Kara to the batting cages to blow off some steam
Also posted to AO3
Swing and a Miss
“Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.” Each word was punctuated by a blow to the cement pillar. The concrete crumbled under iron fists and Vasquez could see tears of frustration shining on Kara’s flushed cheeks.
Vasquez sent a silent prayer to whatever deity governed her ability to stay alive thus far that the pillar she was pulverizing wasn’t load bearing and that the ceiling wouldn’t tumble down on her head before she could get Kara to stop.
“Supergirl.” Susan didn’t step too close, fearing she would be caught at the end of one of those angry fists.
“Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.” More tears. More crumbling concrete.
“Supergirl!” She exclaimed a bit louder this time. She knew Kara’s hearing picked up her voice. She was actively ignoring her.
“Stupid. Stupid.”
“Supergirl, stop!” This time she did move to stand at Kara’s side, ready to reach for Kara if necessary.
But before she could duck out of the way, one of those tiny steel fists was flying towards her face. She braced for impact and squeezed her eyes shut.
The crunch of cement next to her head was less disturbing than the cry of horror coming from the woman in front of her. She exhaled and opened her eyes just in time to see Kara stagger away from her, apologies spilling from her lips.
“I’m sorry, Susan. Rao, I’m so sorry. I almost… I didn’t mean…”
Susan sprang into action. “It’s okay. I’m okay.” She placed her arms on Kara’s coiled biceps and forced her to meet her eyes. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”
Kara’s face crumpled. “I’m so stupid. I really thought he’d changed, that he could be someone I could…” she stopped and shook her head. “He’s from home… kind of… I just… wanted someone who at least shared my sun… but…” Kara stepped away and wrung her hands.
“But?” Vasquez coaxed, but didn’t reach for Kara again.
“But he doesn’t care about Krypton, or Rao, or even Daxam, really.” She shook her head and sighed. ”He wants to date me. It’s the only reason he’s stuck around or let me train him.”
Vasquez groaned internally. Of course. Just like every other useless frat boy she’d ever met. He’s given the greatest gift in the world and he just wants to use it like a chew toy. She contemplated her words for a moment. She badly wanted to comfort this woman, but Kara was wound like a watch spring and Susan thought it might be better to get some of that energy out.
She grinned, showing her dimples and tucked her hands in her pockets. “Well, it’s a gorgeous spring day, Supergirl, and our sun is out. How about you and I go share a little of it.” She dared a step closer. “I know it isn’t Rao, Kara, and I know you weren’t born under it, but it’s given us both a lot.” Kara’s sharp blue eyes turned to hers again. “Let me share it with you?”
Kara blushed and smiled. “Lead the way, Susie.”
+++++++++
Susan had managed to get Kara out of her supersuit and into a DEO issue tanktop and shorts. She couldn’t help but think this may have been a mistake. Kara’s legs went on for days and Susan’s knees went a little weak. It was made infinitely worse by the feel of Kara’s long arms around her waist, squeezing gently as she ducked in and out of traffic on her Yamaha.
She parked and turned just in time to see Kara pull the helmet off and shake miles of golden hair off her face. Susan was doomed, especially once Kara pulled all that hair into a long ponytail and topped it with an NC Comets baseball cap. “The batting cages? Susan, you know I can’t. I’ll knock the covers off the ball with one swing.”
Susan shrugged. “I called in a favor. I play softball with the owner. It’s been under renovations for the past month. It’s perfectly safe, but totally deserted. She gave me permission to hang out for the day. Ever hit a ball, Supergirl?”
Kara shook her head. Her voice was quiet, wistful. “I wasn’t ever allowed. Too much risk of exposure.”
Susan’s dimples made another appearance. “Now’s your chance, come on.” Without thinking, she took Kara by the hand and led her to the employee entrance. Kara’s hand was warm and soft, but she could feel the steel beneath long fingers. She punched a code into the door and they were inside.
Within a few minutes, Kara was standing inside black netting, holding a sturdy aluminum bat awkwardly in two hands and facing a menacing looking machine. Having watched the machine spit a couple of balls past her face, she squared her shoulders and fixed her eyes on the machine, “Okay, I think I’m ready.” She took her stance and held the bat the way she’d seen Alex do in high school and how she’d seen players do the few times she’d endured games on TV when Eliza’s Hawks were playing. It was unsure and tentative and so impossibly cute that Susan couldn’t help but feel her heart thump in her chest affectionately as she fed a ball into the machine.
Kara swung, missed and spun in a circle before the bat flew from her hands. Vasquez ducked and watched the bat fly past her head. Kara sped to the other end of the net and caught the bat before it could tear through the cage and do any damage. She looked up at Susan in horror and Susan looked back, awestruck. A few seconds passed and they simultaneously broke into giggles. Kara covered her face with her hands. “I’m so sorry. I’m… really terrible at stuff like this… I should have told you. It took Alex weeks to teach me how to even punch correctly.”
Susan held out a hand. “This won’t take weeks. Here. I’ll show you.” She pulled Kara back to the plate. Slowly, gently, she wrapped Kara’s long, warm fingers around the handle of the bat. Her voice was soft, with an air of sweet amusement. “Choke up a bit on the bat.” She moved Kara’s hands further up, leaving a few inches at the bottom. “Hold on, but not too tight. You should be able to pivot the bat in your hands.” She demonstrated by rocking the bat back and forth, her hands covering Kara’s. She kept her breath steady but thought she noticed Kara’s breathing shorten slightly. Susan chose to ignore that and focus on her instruction.
She moved behind Kara and bit her lip, knowing what came next would likely cross lines she would not be able to uncross, but it didn’t matter. Kara deserved fun and adventure and someone who could enjoy time with her without ulterior motives. She would never ask Kara for more than this, she promised herself as she slipped her arms around Kara’s bare ones and laid her hands across Kara’s again. The air between them became heavy and warm as Susan’s breath ghosted across Kara’s shoulder and neck. She was shorter than Kara, by at least a couple of inches, but it didn’t matter as she stepped closer.
“Keep both hands on the bat,” she husked. “Don’t let go with one the way the pros do. You want to hang on and follow through.” She bent Kara’s arms into position. “Keep your back elbow up. Bend your knees a little.” Kara bent and Susan was assaulted by the scent of Kara’s faint perfume as her nose became suddenly even with her pulse point. She swallowed and licked her lips, then continued.
“Eye on the ball. When it crosses the plate, straighten your arms and swing. But,” she slid her hands from where they rested on Kara’s forearms and rested them on her hips, where the hem of her tanktop met her shorts, “all of your power comes from here. Turn your hips into the swing.”
With just a suggestion, Kara went slowly through the motions and Susan followed from behind. “Good,” she whispered. “Just like that.” But Kara kept turning, letting the bat drop from one hand and placing the other on Susan’s collarbone. Their eyes met and volumes were spoken in the silence between them.
“Susan, I-”
Susan stepped away and grinned. Kara needed a friend. She’d already gone too far. “Let’s try it again.” She left Kara standing at the plate, bat dangling from her fingers. She tossed a ball up and caught it. To break the tension she winked and held up the ball. “Eye on the ball, SG,” she reminded. “Knock its cover off.”
Kara took a deep breath, flashed a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes and took her stance. “OK.”
The ball flew from the machine with a dull thump and Susan could practically see time slow as Kara did exactly as she’d been taught. She executed a near perfect swing, connected with the ball and they watched the ball fly up off the bat, through the nylon net above Susan’s head and away. There was no telling where it went and as the world sped up again, Susan tried to spy the ball’s trajectory and approximately where they might be able to find it. She wasn’t paying attention as Kara bounced up next to her. “We won’t find it,” she said proudly. “It might be in orbit.”
Susan crossed her arms and ventured a glance back over her shoulder and her stomach flipped at Kara, practically glowing under the spring sun. “I think you might be right.” She turned fully to face Kara. “Our meager paychecks won’t buy any more of these brand new nets. My turn?”
Kara nodded, clearly relieved to be off the hook. “Does that mean I get to run that ball machine?” She was adorably eager to give Susan a turn.
Vasquez jogged to the plate and picked up the bat with a practiced flip and a showy flourish. “Do your worst, SG.” She winked.
An hour later they were letting themselves out the employee door and Kara tucked an arm into Susan’s elbow as they made their way back to the waiting motorcycle. Vasquez pulled her spare helmet out and held it out for Kara.
Instead of taking the proffered helmet, she pulled Susan by the wrist and into the circle of her arms. It was a suspiciously un-Kara-like move and Vasquez’s face flushed unexpectedly. “I… wanted to thank you… for sharing your sun with me today. I feel… warm and happy.”
Susan smiled. She couldn’t resist reaching up to stroke a thumb across Kara’s smooth cheek. Her eyes slipped shut as Kara bent and pressed a single, soft kiss on Susan’s cheek, right where the dimple appeared when she smiled. And if it was just a bit too close to the corner of her mouth, neither of them mentioned it as flashing blue eyes met warm brown.
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Three Weeks Later
“C’mon Vasquez! Knock it outta the park!” Kara shrieked through a mouthful of bubble gum. She clapped her hands and leaned forward, threading her fingers through the chain link behind home plate.
“Hey, down in front!” A burly voice came from the bleachers behind her.
Kara turned, blew a cheeky bubble with her gum and shouted back. “In a minute!”
Vasquez gave a final practice swing, flipped the bat once, threw a wink back at Kara and stepped into the batter’s box. She took her stance, squeezed the bat and waited. A flawless fastball crossed the plate and Vasquez swung. The ball flew over the infield, outfield and cleared the fence into the manicured grass on a neighboring diamond. The crowd went wild and Vasquez dropped her bat and made for first base. She turned back, blew a kiss at Kara who was already scaling the six-foot chain link next to the backstop. She dropped onto the dirt as Susan was rounding third.
Kara met her at home plate by sweeping Susan into her arms and planting a free and easy kiss on her lips. “You did it, Susie! You won!”
Susan let herself back onto the ground, arms still securely about Kara’s neck. “Couldn’t have done it without my good luck charm. How about some ice cream?”
Kara’s eyes sparkled. “Take me home after?”
Susan answered with another melting kiss and a squeeze of Kara’s fingers.
This is dedicated to @reginalovesemma on her birthday! There aren’t many of us on this little SuperVasquez ship, but you and I will captain it for as long as it will sail!
Happy Birthday my wonderful friend! You bring such fun and joy into my life. Here’s to sending our favorite characters on many more adventures!
Also, since you are my regular beta (I can never thank you enough for everything you do for me) this is entirely un-beta-ed. All mistakes are my own.
I’m calling this a loose follow-up to Line Dancing, but it can certainly be read as a stand-alone.
I Thought You Didn’t Want Me
The mission was simple, re-capture Livewire and put her back in her plastic prison. Kara thought giving her a chance to be a hero for once would turn her around. She thought she’d maybe managed to find another ally in this exhausting fight. But now Reign was gone again, off again to lick her wounds and regroup, and Leslie had turned on her and ransacked her city. So, it was time to take her down again.
J’onn was putting together his tactical team as Kara stood by, chomping at the bit to get out there and fight.
“Schott and Stanford, you’re here on tactical. Get us eyes on every corner of this city. Holland and Avila, backup. Danvers, Lane and Vasquez, you’re on point.”
“No!” Kara stepped forward, surprising even herself with her outburst. “Put Stanford in the field. I trust Vasquez more on tactical.” She could practically feel Susan prickling from across the room. Vasquez was one of the best fighters they had and a crack shot. If anyone could short-circuit Leslie with Winn’s new weapon, she could, better than even Alex could. Kara knew this and requested she be pulled off the mission anyay. She wouldn’t be able to explain it to J’onn or Alex later, but she and Vasquez had started something, months ago, that Kara had never really let go of.
She’d taken her dancing, cheered her up, almost kissed her… then she’d been reassigned. Whisked from Kara’s life as fast as she’d come. They hadn’t spoken of it since her return, but Kara badly wanted to find a way back into Susan’s life, maybe into her heart. Her protective instinct kicked in, and she couldn’t bear the thought of Susan going out into the field, against her nemesis and not coming back in one piece.
J’onn paid no heed to Kara’s request. “I need Vasquez in the field, Supergirl. She’s our best bet to get a good shot off and take her down. Stanford is more than capable of running tactical with Schott’s help.”
Kara didn’t argue, but met Susan’s angry, flashing eyes across the table and plead silently for forgiveness.
“Let’s move,” J’onn ordered.
A burst of superspeed put Kara in front of Vasquez. “Susan, let me explain.”
“No need, Supergirl. I have work to do. We’ll debrief after the mission.” She managed a half-smile. “Good luck, Girl of Steel.”
Kara’s heart sank, but she let Vasquez pass and ran to the balcony to take flight.
XX
The mission was a success, thanks to Vasquez. Kara distracted Leslie, took a few painful shocks that made her feel like her strong Kryptonian heart had been stuck in a blender on pulse. But it was all the time Susan needed to hit her with the neutralizing weapon and for Lucy and Alex to swoop in and lock her down. Kara had decided then and there that she never wanted to play ‘bait’ again.
When she’d arrived back at the DEO after a fruitless conversation with Leslie in the Science Division’s metahuman lockup, she asked after Vasquez.
“She left fifteen minutes ago,” Lucy said, eyebrows raised. “She seemed pissed, not that I blame her.”
Kara groaned and took off from the balcony again. She landed on the roof of an old renovated warehouse not far from her own loft. She climbed two floors down the fire escape and rapped on the tiny window looking into Susan’s galley kitchen. “Susan, let me in. Please?” She knocked again.
A stony face came around the corner and crossed her arms. Only one person in the city would dare visit her 5th floor window in the middle of the night. “What do you want, Kara?” There was no sign of Susan’s pretty, self-assured smile or the cheeky dimple that went with it. She was stoic and cold, but she popped open the window and allowed Kara entrance.
Kara wasted no time. “I’m really sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.” She began pacing the tiny kitchen. “I know what it’s like to be attacked by Livewire and I had this vision of you being hit with one of those bolts and I don’t know I just… I freaked.”
Susan shook her head. “That makes no sense, Kara. Alex and Lucy, they were in the same danger.”
Kara shrugged and let her hands flop at her sides. “I can’t explain it.”
Susan’s face twisted into a confused frown and her voice came out as a whisper. “I thought you didn’t want me.”
A wave of Supergirl bravado raced through Kara and she advanced on Vasquez, backing her against the kitchen counter. “I want you alive. I want you breathing and smiling and flirting with me.” She brought a hand up and stroked the corner of Susan’s mouth where that dimple appeared when she smiled. “I want you to take me dancing like you promised and I want you to finish what we started that night.” Kara realized her proximity may not be entirely welcome so she took a single step back, but she held Susan’s gaze. “I want you, Susie. I just don’t want you hurt.”
A smile spread across Susan’s face. The dimple made an appearance and Kara felt something in her chest burst. Rao, she was beautiful. Then Susan reached up and wrapped a single hand around the back of Kara’s neck and pulled her down until their mouths met. Susan kissed like she fought, with strength and surety and single-minded focus that made Kara weak. She wrapped her arms around Susan’s waist in an effort not to melt into a puddle on the floor as she deepened the kiss and released a relieved little whimper against her lips.
They parted eventually and they both smiled as they pressed their foreheads together.
“Wow,” Kara breathed.
“That was a long time coming.” Susan brushed an errant curl from Kara’s eye and brushed a thumb across her bottom lip. Kara nodded. “I want you to stay.”
Kara chuckled and kissed her again. “I want you to let me.”
