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supercorp - high school au!

cheerleader!kara x goth!lena

this art was created to accompany a fic of mine! (i drew these last september, so this has been in the works for an ungodly amount of time considering i'm not even close to done writing)

the fic isn't up yet, but once it is, i'll post the link here too. if this has piqued your interest, be sure to keep your eye out! i'll probably upload the first chapter within the next two days :)

(the cheerleader kara idea was inspired by a post by @obliviouskara)

you can read the fic here!

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No one's ever had me (not like you)

Lena’s mind flickers with anticipation. Kara said she would pick her up before they head to the auditorium for the audition. Normally she’d regret having offered this kind of help.

As Lena steps out of the classroom, she spots Kara standing just down the hall, leaning casually against a locker with James Olsen beside her. Kara is animated, gesturing as she talks, her letterman jacket slipping slightly off one shoulder. It’s the Kara she’s used to seeing. Aglow with some otherworldly spirit.

Her hair is down. It isn’t usually. It suits her.

James stands next to her, towering and calm as ever, his easy smile never far from the surface. They look like the picture-perfect high school couple. Lena knows she has no good reason to be irritated by it.

Kara catches sight of Lena and waves, her face lighting up as she walks over. James follows her, nodding in greeting.

It’s a little weird. Being acknowledged by National City High’s basketball superstar. Lena hasn’t really spoken to him, ever. But she’s had the ‘pleasure’ of being targeted by many of his teammates.

“Hey,” Kara says, her voice bright, though there’s a slight tension behind her eyes that Lena can’t quite place. “Ready to go?”

Lena nods, giving them both a small smile. “Yeah. Let’s get this over with.”

Chapter 2 of my high school AU is up! Read here

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High School AU - Chapter 7

So there they are. Snugly seated between shoes and bags on the floor of the walk-in-closet. What a nightmare. They aren’t even using the space. Kara’s sitting so close, their thighs are touching. Judging by her subtle swaying and slow blinking, it’s safe to assume she isn’t exactly sober. Just great. Everyone out there’s probably whispering about how Lena will take advantage of the situation. Poor, drunk Kara, trapped with Miss Lesbian Predator™ herself. “I won’t try to kiss you.” Lena’s voice is low and tired. Gaze trained on the crack of light through the door. Kara should know, at least. Even if no one else believes her. Kara should know she can trust her. “Oh,” Kara whispers, tilting her head with an unfamiliar expression ghosting across her features. It can’t be disappointment. That would just be wishful thinking. Not wishful! It’s just… Whatever. Kara crosses her legs, inching a little closer to Lena with a small smirk. “Why not? You scared?” What the hell? There are about a million different reasons why she won’t. Good ones. For one, Kara is in a relationship. Reason number two is the fact that she is quite obviously straight. Third of all, she’s not in her right mind, the sweet scent of some sort of cocktail still lingering on her breath. To top it off, she’s Kara Zorelle. Loved and praised by just about everyone. Untouchable. Even to— especially to Lena. To insinuate that fear is what’s holding Lena back is insulting. She’s being respectful. Considerate, one might even say. Lena almost flinches when Kara—just for the fun of it—flashes her gleaming grin and leans closer. Okay, so maybe she is a little scared. “My lipstick.” Lena’s fingers lightly graze her darkened lips, “It would make a mess of you,” she rasps, her throat uncomfortably dry. How much time has passed? Surely she’ll be out of here soon. The confines of the closet seem increasingly narrow. Maybe Lena’s claustrophobic too? With each shallow breath she takes, she finds herself wondering if she’ll run out of air before the timer runs out. Kara lets out a short exhale—a laugh maybe. “Some would say that’s kinda hot.”

Read chapter 7 of "no one's ever had me (not like you)" here!

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High School AU - Chapter 4

Lena puts on her headphones to fade out the surrounding noise. Out of the corner of her eye she notes a glimpse of white, red and yellow. The Valkyrie’s uniform. Lena turns to take her in fully. There she is. Kara. It’s been a while since they last spoke. Technically the last few words they exchanged were in a pink envelope that now rests in Lena’s desk drawer. That was three weeks ago. Here she is in all her glory. Playing the actual role of head cheerleader. The red skirt, high ponytail, blue ribbon. It’s cute. As in sort of adorable, not attractive. Not that she isn’t attractive. Lena just means— Kara looks cute in a skirt. She’s allowed to notice that. Now that she’s closer she can make out the way her light brows crinkle together, the way she fervently nibbles on her lower lip. She’s clearly deep in thought, staring holes into the ground as she steps closer and closer to Lena. She takes off her headphones in preparation as Kara comes to an abrupt halt in front of her. She draws her gaze up to meet Lena’s, her eyes wide. A few seconds pass as Kara fiddles with her hands. Opening and closing her mouth a few times. “Please?” She finally squeaks. Lena can’t help but arch a brow in confusion. Kara seems, well, scattered. What could she possibly be so worked up about? “Please… what?”

Read chapter 4 of "No one's ever had me (not like you)" here!

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High School AU - Chapter 3

my moodboard for lena in this fic :)

Lena’s phone lights up with a message from Alex. ‘hey. you busy?’ Not when it comes to her. She puts aside her tools with care, before getting up to change. Alex should be with Maggie right now, so this…well, this isn’t a good sign. And since Alex can’t ask for help to save her life, Lena shoots back a quick ‘Nope. What do you need?’ The response is immediate. ‘i need to get shitfaced’ Okay, something went down. ‘and a burger or something’ With Lillian in Metropolis, Lena has the freedom to do whatever, even at this late hour. So, she’s outside Alex’s house in no time. She watches her climb out of her bedroom window with practised ease. She’s not sure what to expect, but when Alex approaches, her red, tear stained cheeks coming into view, Lena’s heart sinks. In the passenger seat, Alex leans back, closes her eyes and reaches for Lena’s hand. No talking for now, Lena understands. So she doesn’t ask about Maggie, or the tears, or the sting of alcohol on her breath. She intertwines their fingers, turns the ignition key and drives. They just drive.

Read Chapter 3 of "No one's ever had me (not like you)" here!