It was all Alex's fault really; a drunken mistake most unfortunately. But now, Kara's been cursed and she only had so much time left before the unknown entity came for her. There was only one way to stop this. So, up the hill she ventured. Into the abandoned Luthor House.
Featuring: 1 (one) dumb Kryptonian, 1 (one) annoying sister, and 1 (one?) ghost
She blinked, taking in the broken glass at her feet and the blackened smear on the last surviving window pane. Her hands found her face. Her glasses! She must've lost them during the chase. Although, that was the least of her worries now.
The ghost gaped at her, evidently just as relieved that she hadn't blasted a(nother) hole into her as Kara was.
"I-I'm so sorry," Hands raised, Kara slowly backed away before that expression could morph into anger.
"Good," the ghost inclined her head, inspecting the damage. "Because you're fixing it."
Of fallen food, heroic rescues and accidental (?) kisses
Kara pulled away, slurping the noodle into her mouth and licked her lips with her now intimately-familiar tongue. A satisfied smirk slinked across from cheek to cheek.
"No food wastage on my watch," she declared. "I know your thoughts on the five-second rule." The wall clock ticked away helpfully in the background. Three times, Lena counted along. And then, her mouth clamped shut.
Or: Lena finds herself under Kara’s care and is slowly driven insane
When CatCo's Valentine's Day collaboration with Supergirl commenced, National City was thrown into chaos. Collect all 7 cards and win an afternoon with the city's Super? Who could resist?
"Don't tell me you have your own collection too." Kara's breath faltered. She wasn't quite sure which answer she'd prefer.
"No?" She didn’t mean to tune in, swore on her life that it was an accident. But she did, hearing glimpses of the drumroll playing in Lena’s chest and feeling concern bloom in hers — if her heart beat any faster, Kara feared it’d fail.
"That's good. Great. Let's go watch some cop show. Alex benched me three days ago and I'm itching for some crime-fighting." Reaching out blindly for Lena's arm, Kara didn't protest when she felt fingers sliding against hers instead.
It started with Kara dropping a preserved fruit onto her table right in front of her, wringing her hands behind her back and vibrating with nervous energy. Lena studied its large oval shape, its wrinkly exterior, its burgundy skin that segued into a light chestnut brown under the harsh sunlight spilling out from behind her. She looked back up at Kara, unsure what to make of this gesture.
Kara’s gaze swung wildly across the room, fixating on everything that wasn’t her before, finally, she met Lena’s gaze.
“Would you…go on a date with me?”
Or: Kara asks Lena out with a pun and more shenanigans ensue