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[primeofprimes115]

Eyes on Him - Supergirl x Male Reader

Warnings: - Smut 💕(Flying Sex Missionary and Bareback

18+

Kara had sat by herself, not being able to keep her eyes off of the young man that had just recently appeared to join up with a few members of the Justice League on some form of mission that required his help who was someone who had dealt with these specific alien runes and magic which was called Soulfire, which can be deadly even toward Kryptonians due to their vulnerability to magic.

The young man she couldn't keep her eyes off of was Y/N, a Scholar and Magic wielder, some called him a Space Gunslinger which was what he is. He is a human from Earth, but has travelled to different Earths which was an accident at that time, confirming his theories about the Multiverse, a story for another time.

For weeks they had been working together to solve this issue, recent hostile alien activity had been making it's way toward Earth from the Moon, exactly which Y/N predicted, but how? Teleportation? Their answers would be solved upon discovering a portal on the Moon, which led to their pocket dimension.

However, she daydreamed as he kept rambling on about the magic and the runes, even speaking about his own run-ins with these aliens, a 'pain in the neck' he would call them.

Kara sighs with happiness, watching him as she began to fantasize about him, there was times where he caught Kara staring at him which he would wave a 'hello', she would always look away straight away, trying to hide her face which would be a blushing mess, she would wave back of course.

This was Supergirl, the toughest girl on Planet Earth, the Maiden of Might, the Girl of Steel. And this young man her age is the only thing right now that is weakening her, she was impressed of how a good fighter he was.

Sure she's had a few run-ins with certain individuals who she could've been with and even went on a date with Robin aka Dick Richard Grayson... Which didn't really go well, he went out as Robin for the date which Kara didn't exactly approve of. But for the first time in a while? Now at 20 years old, her heart is drawn toward him, and only him.

For you: You saw Kara as this ball of fluff, a genuine fun and caring person to be around, she's pretty protective of her friends and teammates, you saw that at that moment when one of them were injured during a fight, she went over immediately to protect him from the threat. She was a lot like her cousin in a way, protective and caring for their friends, family and compatriots. That's what you liked in her, her willpower to protect her loved ones without fear, she was smart and beautiful to you. And at times... Just the unsuspecting cute girl who stares at you without you looking, you found it amusing, adorable as well.

But she thought of you as eye candy, just someone to stare at and dream about, even if it brought up kinks of hers, kinks that would make her body squirm with excitement and pleasure, where she would moan your name during her private time away from people... She couldn't help it.

She even had that thought right now since she couldn't keep her eyes off of you, she bites her top lip as the thought kept rolling back in her head, of feeling your body on hers, her daydreams becoming more pleasuring and fantasized, the fact she wanted to feel him inside her when she flies in the sky, the thought of her being dominated by him on the bed after having sex in the sky... It turned her on at every moment when she could think.

"Well... I think it's time for me to run off into the night, since the situation has been resolved, G'night gents... And ladies" the emphasis on ladies landed on Kara's mind as he looked at her, catching her staring at him again which he smiled at her for it, even gave her a wink.

Kara immediately flushed a bright red across her cheeks and tried looking away... But she couldn't, she embarrassingly waved at him as he waved back with a smile on his face. Taking his leave out to the corridor of the Hall of Justice.

Then it hit her... He was leaving...

"HE CAN'T LEAVE YET!" Is what Kara thought in her head.

She immediately got up and zoomed off, the remaining members wondered why Kara rushed off but shrugged it off not a moment later.

Y/N kept walking down the hallway, heading for the exit. He quietly hummed a song to himself... Rock Lobster, which was annoyingly catchy tune...

"Curse that annoyingly catchy tune" he cursed at himself, seeing the exit not far now, he couldn't shake the song out of his head since he had heard it earlier. He has forgotten how annoyingly catchy songs can get, especially songs like Hollaback Girl, sure that wouldn't bother him at first... But now he hates it. It's all stuck in his head.

Suddenly... A gush of wind rushed passed him in a form or a red and blue blur with blonde/golden accents, which caught him off guard as his hand itched for his gun out of instinct.

But what came after... Was Supergirl, waiting at the door out of the Hall of Justice. Her arms crossed as she smiles at him from across the hall. He assumed that was her who zoomed past him... But for what? To talk? Or something else? But her action managed to drive away the annoying songs repeating in his head which he silently thanked her.

She watched as he slowly made his way over, she couldn't keep his eyes off of him with a hungry look behind her own thoughts, the need to have him to herself. Her kinks were overwhelming her but she held it together... Just for this moment at least.

"Going somewhere?" she asked him with a hinting smirk, she had her back leaning off against the wall behind her as he finally approached fully, smiling at her too.

"Yeah, heading out, assuming you heard me with your super hearing" he winked with a teasing smile, one where it would make her blush uncontrollably which it did.

She giggled nervously, uncrossing her arms as she begins feeling her heart pounding faster at every moment, pushing a strand of blonde hair out of the way on her face. She's only had little interaction with him outside of combat but during it is when she's a different person overall... And he knew that. It's what drew him toward her a little... Along with her cuteness when everything calms down. And no threats around them.

"Y-Yeah" she spoke after a few seconds, not even trying to hide her blush anymore.

"Haha... You seem pretty interested in me from what I've seen, Y'know? ~" he got closer to her, putting his hand on the wall beside her as he leaned in - "You had your eyes on me every moment you could, which makes me think..." he took a pause for a moment to let it sink into Kara's mind - "That you've been thinking about me" he leaned back from her ear, a teasing smirk at the corners of his mouth.

Kara was breath-taken by his words, she had a feeling he'd known but mentioning it simply made her blush more furiously, she began chuckling and playing with her hair as her dirty thoughts began running amuck in her mind.

She bit her lip in response as she smirks before licking her lips as she looks at him in the eyes - "Well... It's hard not to when you catch my attention all the time" she awkwardly spoke, she didn't exactly know what to say in particular, she felt all flustered around him, her dirty thoughts and kinks didn't help her either as she nervously chuckles... 

She really wanted to make a move on him... It was so easy, she begged herself to pull him into a fiery kiss... But she couldn't... Not yet at least... She wanted to wait it out.

Y/N began chuckling at her shy actions, he wasn't wrong about her being cute, he's heard stories about the almighty Supergirl, the toughest girl on planet Earth, he's heard about her from her cousin when he had a few run-ins with him. He found it adorable the way she was flustered around him, he knew for a fact she was when she'd look away when he noticed her staring at him.

However, he was impressed with her abilities, her courage and strength. Fair to say he thought of having Kara on his team that patrols the Galaxy and the planets, even Earth... His home as well as it's Kara's adopted world too.

He actually admires her too, she's amazing in every way he thought, thinking back to where she's saved his back a few times from unsuspecting enemies... Maybe he could use an extra pair of hands on his expeditions at one point. 

"Sorry if I'm being awkward or anything, it's just that... I've never felt this way around a boy in... Well... A while I guess" she spoke after some seconds went by, being able to look back at him again.

"No need to apologize, I do admit my... Charm can be overwhelming for some woman" he joked with a laugh afterwards, getting her to laugh with him.

The laughing dies down a few seconds later again, the two staring at each other as a smile reaches their faces.

"Y'know? You're actually pretty attractive up close ~" Y/N stutters a little, he felt his face heat up as hers did the same - "Wanna go out for dinner? I know a place down in San Francisco" he asked her which caused her to widen her eyes in shock, before the flush of red grew brighter on her face, a smile creeping up not long after.

"I... Uh, yeah... Yeah! That sounds great but... The last time I ever went on a dinner date... It didn't exactly... Go well" she looked away for a moment, scrunching her face up upon thinking back to her date with Robin at the time before giggling.

"Oh? That date? ~" he snickered - "the one with the Boy Wonder? Yeah... Heard that went horrible, but don't worry, nothing like that'll happen... We can go as civilians" he offered, which was a surprise to her... He really is willing to go out to dinner with her.

"Y-yeah! That sounds nice, however. I was thinking of... Something else to do" she hinted with a smirk, her hand drifting up his clothed body as she stares hungrily in his eyes, her slow blinking hinted toward how she was feeling.

"Oh? Well... What else would you want to do? Think it can top the dinner date?" he smirked with her as he leaned in a little, he had her at the wall still as Kara's cheeks flushed a bright red again.

She felt her body on fire at this point, his face was close to hers. Kiss him Kara! Do it! She shouted at her self in her mind.

"I know you've been thinking hard about me Supergirl, it's no wonder you've been so flustered around me" he teased her next, causing Kara to blush even harder at this point. Calling her by her Superhero name began to turn her on, she loved the fact he called her by Supergirl instead of her actual name in private.

She felt her desires kicking in, her kinks, her dirty thoughts of wanting him to herself... He drove her crazy when she thought about him, pleasuring herself to feel something... But she wanted it to feel... Breathtaking.

With the hungry look of lust in her eyes, she looked at him with a different perspective - "Well... I want you for starters" she smirked with seduction in her voice, the moment turning her on even more.

He kept his smirk as he leaned in closer to her, their lips almost touching at this point - "Ha, you flatter me. I've always wondered how Supergirl would be in bed" she was surprised he said that, he also had dirty thoughts of his own, maybe his own kinks too?

Her hungry intent went into overdrive before she closed the gap between them, firing up a fiery kiss as she felt him pin him on the wall behind her, their lips beginning to dance into each other as smacking noises sounded off from their lips.

Their tongues began to dance into each others mouths performing a French Kiss, fighting for tongue dominance, the latter being turned on further as it continued. Kara moaned into the fiery kiss she pulled him into, there was no going back. She was going to put in all her best to show her feelings toward him.

Her hands freely roamed his clothed body, slowly drifting down below his waist, she was dying to have his member inside her.

His hands however, were on her hips, holding her there as he had her pinned on the wall, it was a moment soon that he began to get turned on by the fiery kiss which the Kryptonian girl started.

"I've been in relationships before, passed many eyes... But it seems yours is what I got lost into" he pulled back slightly to breathe, speaking out with words that sounded like a confession. He had to admit that Kara's blue angelic eyes is what also interested him... She was like an angel toward him.

Supergirl smiled hard at his words, before pecking him on the lips - "I'm not going to lie, but you turn me on when I think about you" the Maiden of Might confessed, she wasn't wrong... She's pleasured herself on many occasions she could when alone. Having him on her mind was pleasant which made her wetter by the second.

"Well, my charm can do that to beautiful looking women, I'm happy you're one of those women" he flirted, causing her to smile hard as she holds his hand next after he explored enough of her model of a body.

"Ever tried the Mile High Club?" she asked him with a smirk, the question seemed to make him erect upon thinking about it.

"Ask Starfire, she'll tell you all about it, guessing that's a kink of yours too right?" he responded with a smirk also, knowing where this was going.

"Well... Let's fly" she says with lust, he leans off from her before being dragged to the doors by her leading him outside, where her hair, cape and skirt would billow softly in the calm wind.

His arms would wrap around her as she began to fly them up, up and away into the sky, her cape, skirt and hair billowing even more as she flew him up higher out of sight of anyone, above the clouds where the fun would begin.

"Think you can handle me? I am Kryptonian, don't wanna crush your pelvis or your penis for the matter" she asked him with a smirk 

Supergirl reaches down under her skirt and pulls at the under shorts she wore where it covered her clit, sliding them down as she bites her lip.

"Won't need these anymore, got plenty spare at home" she giggles excitedly, winking at him as she dropped them, the wind carelessly blowing them away as he watched it drift out of view. For some reason? He just hoped it didn't randomly land on a person's head below...

It didn't take long for her to move onto him next, slightly pulling his pants down to whip out his manhood next which she already knew was erect before she took him outside.

She smirked at this, didn't seem like she needed to lube it or anything, not with her being wet of course... She simply guided it into her as she felt the tip hovering over her clit.

"Ohhh fuck!" she moaned softly as it fully entered, she slightly squirms freely thanks to him holding onto her, he can't fly and bend the laws of gravity but she can.

He began thrusting up into her with his hips at a steady pace, slowly moving in and out of her as she moans softly when each thrust went in her.

"You're a virgin right?" he groans slightly, he should've asked earlier but he didn't. His question answered with a hum detailing a yes. He was surprised she wanted to do the Mile High Club for her first time, but... He smirked at the thought of taking her virginity... It wasn't the first time he's took a woman's virginity away.

His thrusts begin to pick up the pace a little as his cock slipped in and out more easier with Kara's pussy lubing his cock up with how wet she was.

"Oh fuck yes! Mmmm, never felt one in me before but it feels so good!" she opened her eyes before locking eye contact with his, Kara leaned back freely in the air as he leaned on top of her like he was on top of a woman in bed, only the bed is in the sky this time.

She kept herself steady within the sky, her cape and hair hanging downwards as she does. She felt his thighs hit hers gently with the slow pace he went with as he goes in for a fiery kiss, his hands freely exploring her back, feeling a little bit of her cape as well.

The both moan and groan into each others lips, feeling the sexual pleasure building up between them as he thrusts into her with more force, causing her to moan out his name with lust, he felt his cock go deeper in her once the hymen was broken a little further. Allowing him to thrust a little more deeper.

She moans his name once more as the latter begins kissing the crook of her neck, feeling his hot breath on hers. She for one hasn't felt this sexual pleasure before, she always wanted to know how it really felt.

"Mmmm Y/N" she groans softly, feeling his lips on her neck as he slowly thrusts in her, the calming winds blowing her hair and cape side to side as it blew on their semi naked bodies.

Her arms wrap around him next, kneading her nails on his back as he moves his hips to thrust into her a little more faster than before.

He stops kissing her neck and goes for her lips, beginning to make out with her to muffle her moans as he began picking up the paste with his thrusts, he wanted to give her a good time for her first sexual interaction. After all... She had Eyes on Him for the last few weeks, he had a feeling she was thinking a lot about him.

"The way she moans my name, she really is cute as fuck" Y/N talked to himself in his head, it was like he was already falling in love with the Maiden of Might, despite him having intercourse with her right now.

In the sky for that matter again, but with Supergirl this time...

He pulls back to look into her eyes, her blush grew deeper as she began to giggle in excitement, her kink becoming reality with him fucking her in the sky.

"You like that huh, don't you Supergirl?" he teased her, his free hand drifting up her suit, his hand now over the symbol she proudly wore as the Girl of Steel simply nodded and hummed a response. Her face said it all that she was enjoying this.

A moment later... He begins going faster... Faster... And more faster as her walls enclosed on his cock.

"AHH FUCK!" Kara moaned out loudly, she felt her walls closing in as she begins to wince a little as she felt her hymen fully breaking, a little blood spewing out from her clit

"You want me to slow down? ~" Y/N looks down and sees some blood, and he realized her hymen must've broke, noticing she was in a little bit of pain, Kara's kink of flying sex along with it being her first time having intercourse was a bad idea he thought, was she really that desperate to have her first intercourse in the sky? - "You're bleeding, I think we should stop for now" he said with worry on his face, he didn't think she would feel pain from this, though it is the sensitive part of her body as a woman.

"No! Keep going! I can - Ah Rao! Take it!" she growled through the little pain from her hymen breaking, opening her eyes to make eye contact with him. Giving him a drunken smile to show she's alright.

He smiled back at her before leaning back in toward her face and began thrusting at faster pace, using his hips like a jackhammer to pound thoroughly into her pussy.

"Oh fuck fuck, yes yes yes! Ahhhh-mmplhh!" her moans are softly cut off by his lips on hers, muffled as his lips dance with hers, the wind began to pick up not long after, showing that Kara was indeed flying now instead of staying stationary in the air.

Her hands claw at his back, feeling the pleasure overwhelm her once again, her vaginal walls enclose further on his cock, both fought for tongue dominance once again as she kept flying them both, wherever she's taking them.

Y/N breaks the kiss to take a little break, just to hear her moans again as he thrusts deeply in her, eventually hitting her G-spot, which made her squirm in pleasure.

"Ahhh yes! Keep at it and I'm gonna cum soon!! Don't stop any sooner!!!" she moaned out loudly, following up with a laugh of pleasure, a joy in her body to feel ready to release herself on him. Knowing her virginity is being taken away by the person she laid eyes on and daydreamed about. 

She kept her Eyes on Him, not breaking eye contact as she feels his cock inside her, he made a comment of her being tight which she simply giggled at before her moans and groans of pleasure continued, still flying backwards, not having a care in the world with her cape and hair blowing oppositely fast.

"Ohhh fuuuuck" she moans out slowly, she felt his cock beginning to twitch inside her vaginal walls... Which only meant one thing.

"Ugh, Kara... Don't think you're gonna be the only who'll cum soon!" Y/N announced the warning to her, getting ready to pull out in case of impregnating Supergirl.

"Cum in me" she growls, which raised concern to him.

"What? You sure? You could get pregnant" the young Space Gunslinger wasn't sure about the idea of releasing his seed inside her, he wasn't exactly ready to have a kid yet... More specifically... A kid with a Kryptonian? They haven't even began dating yet.

"Trust me... I know what I'm doing!" she pleaded, biting her bottom lip as he kept thrusting.  

The green light given, he thought - "Fuck it" he kept thrusting till the climax was approaching, he felt it rising in him, groaning a little. Kara's body squirmed as he kept his pace up.

"AHHHHH! I'm cumming!!" Kara felt her juices squirt out, onto his cock as he thrusted deeply into her a few more times before releasing inside her next... Both releasing at the same time almost, maintaining eye contact as their moans and groans lap over each other.

Kara's flight speed slowed down as her body finished squirming, feeling him fill her up fully finally after half a minute passed by.

The latter both chuckle at the same time before the Kryptonian pulls him into a soft kiss, smiling deeply into it.

"So... Wanna head back to mine? Seems I flown us near Metropolis accidently" Supergirl giggled, realizing where she flew herself and Y/N.

"For the night? Sure..." he agreed with the offer. But he felt he had another round in him... After all... His sex drive surely asked for another round... Perhaps Kara has another in her too - "Round two maybe?" he asked her after pulling his pants up, hiding his manhood.

"Yeah! I'd love to! ~" she seemed overjoyed by the thought, biting her bottom lip thinking about it too - "Since you're offering. I want you to dominate me"

*

"AHHH YES!!!! I'M CUMMING!!" Kara shouted at the top of her lungs, now naked on the bed as she gets railed from behind, her vaginal walls once again closing in on his cock. Y/N's thighs clapped off of her ass as the moment of climax approaches once again. They've been at it for a good 30 minutes,

Their moans lap over each other again as Y/N collapses on top of Kara from behind, she collapsed on the bed covers with a satisfactory laugh and sigh, feeling him fill her up again... Good thing she can't get pregnant due to birth control tablets that somehow works on a Kryptonian which had him confused. She didn't clarify how it works, quite possibly Kryptonian made too which would explain it.

The two finished panting as they cleaned themselves up, surprisingly he jumped into the bed with Kara as she laid her head on his chest, placing a hand on his body as he wrapped an arm around her.

"That was a lot of fun, thanks Y/N. Rao you were amazing as my first" Kara sighed with satisfaction, hugging him as she smiled brightly.

"You still owe me a date, I really do wanna take you out on one" he replied, she looked up at him with a smile upon thinking about it.

"Yeah... That would be nice..." he looked back down at her after she replied, both smiling before he kissed her softly - "And that wasn't a date? You taking my virginity away? I would've counted that as a date"

"Hmm... Not necessarily a date but... We could call it a hook-up date... Supergirl" he spoke after a few seconds of thinking, the Kryptonian had a look of confusion on her face, before giggling.

"Kara, Y/N. Supergirl is only out there when I wear the cape" her giggle continued which made him join in with her as well. Her laugh was cute, he never thought he'd fall in love harder.

"Well... Maybe I just like the name Supergirl more.. Because you are Super" he smirked as the laughter died down.

"Okay... That was bad ~" she cringed with a snicker, he rolled his eyes afterwards at her - "But thank you"

"Whatever, sounded better in my head... And you're welcome"

The two stare at each other not long after, Her Eyes on Him not going away anytime sooner before their faces drew closer. Their lips softly connecting not long after...

[oneshotnewbie]

A oneshot where B!D gets really bad anxiety whenever one of her sisters are mad at her. She’s always worried they’ll never forgive her and there relationship will be forever ruined. Even though that never happens.

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The cold winter air came through the open balcony doors and slowly made the room freeze as a tense air spread between Alex and you. You, with a lump in your throat, felt the redhead's words cutting through the air like sharp daggers, ready to leave deep wounds in your heart.

Alex stood there, teeth clenched and eyes blazing with anger. "How can you be so ignorant? It's unbelievable how selfish you are!"

You, with a shiver running down your spine, tried in vain to hold back the tears. You never wanted it to turn into an argument. But Alex's words were like an uncontrollable fire that ate through your relationship, leaving you with no options to explain to her why you had taken the larger sum of money out of your shared bank account.

"Alex, let me explain. I just wanted to..." you started, but your voice was drowned in a sob. You knew you couldn't continue to defend yourself without spilling the beans about the birthday surprise. Those words wouldn't be heard anyway. Not in this frenzy of rage the redhead was currently in.

The eldest Danvers snorted and shook her head. "That's typical of you. Always ready with an excuse. You're just immature and incapable of taking responsibility for finances!"

The pain in your chest was almost unbearable. You just wanted peace again. You wanted everything to go back to how it was a few hours ago when you were laughing together and teasing each other. But this strife seemed unstoppable, a relentless storm that destroyed everything in its path.

Alex turned away abruptly, her hands balled into fists. "I can't take this anymore. I'm going to work." She spoke and you could only stand there silently, unable to act as your sister left the apartment, slamming the door behind her. Tears flowed freely down your cheeks as you stood in the silence of the deserted living room, surrounded by an endless feeling of loneliness.

A short while later, Kara flew into her apartment, her eyes wide in shock as she saw you. "What happened here? Are you okay?" she asked worriedly. You didn't say a word. Instead, you collapsed under the face of your own emotions. All you wanted was for this nightmare to end and for you to feel safe and loved again. But the pain you faced was too deep, and the wounds of the words said would take a long time to heal.

The blonde looked at her younger sister, your shaking body sitting on the floor, surrounded by a sea of tears. Her heart ached when she saw the look of despair on your face. "Come here, little one." Kara whispered softly as she knelt down and wrapped her arms around you. You sank into the embrace without resistance, clinging to Kara as if she were the only constant in a stormy sea.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” you sobbed quietly, your voice barely above an audible whisper. "Why can't I control myself when there is an argument?"

Kara stroked your back soothingly and placed a few kisses on the top of your head. "It's okay, sweetie. Sometimes our emotions are overwhelming, and that's completely normal. Plus, it shows that Alex means a lot to you."

You raised your head, tears shining in your eyes. "But why does this always happen? Why can't I just be strong and overlook it?"

Kara sighed quietly. She had asked herself this question many times in the last few months about why you always reacted so emotionally to arguments, but she didn't know the answer. She carefully brushed a strand of your hair out of your face and looked deeply into your eyes. "Perhaps there are reasons that lie deeper. Reasons that you may not yet understand."

You swallowed hard, a look of realization crossing your face. "I think I'm scared. Scared that I'll lose one of you as soon as an argument arises. That eventually none of you will forgive me and that I'll ruin my relationship with you forever."

The blonde felt a pang in her own heart when she heard the words come out of your mouth. She knew your fears were deep-rooted and wouldn't just go away. But she was also determined to help you and show you that you were loved and accepted, despite some arguments. "Arguments are normal for siblings, my sweet girl," she whispered softly. "Neither of us is going to push you away or anything. I'm going to have a chat with Alex and we'll find a way to deal with it together, okay?"

You nodded at her and she pulled you up. Together you had a cozy day on the couch, where she looked after you and tried to calm you down.

A few hours later, the door opened and Alex hesitantly entered the apartment, her eyes downcast and her face marked with regret. She felt the weight of the silence filling the room and knew she had a lot of explaining to do to make things right with you.

Kara slowly got up from her spot next to you, while you were still clinging to her, and walked towards the redhead. "It's good that you're back," she said calmly, but with a stern tone. "We need to talk. Urgently."

Alex swallowed hard and nodded, her eyes meeting yours and she could see the pain in them. "I'm sorry, Kara. I'm so sorry for what I said. It was unfair and unforgivable to y/n." She spoke and the blonde took her in his arms, surprised by her openness.

"It's okay. We all make mistakes. But we need to talk about it so we can understand what happened." the person addressed hesitated for a moment before continuing. "I spoke to Lena and she told me something that finally made me understand. She's afraid that if we fight, our relationship will be ruined forever because her real parents fought all the time before they split up and put her in a children's home."

Kara sighed and nodded slowly. "Yes, y/n told me that too. It's hard for her to deal with these fears."

Alex looked at her sister seriously before biting her lip and briefly looking at you on the couch. You had now moved into a lying position, the blanket wrapped thickly around you. "We have to show her that she is wrong. That we love her and that we will always be there for her no matter what."

The blonde smiled softly and put her arm around the redhead's shoulder. "We will, Alex. We will show her that she will never be alone and that she always has a place in our family."

They walked over to you arm in arm and took you into their midst. They hugged you tightly, united in their determination to put the fight over money behind them. You all spent the next few hours talking it out, listening to each other, and reassuring each other that you would be there for each other no matter what happened.

And as night fell and you felt tired but relieved, you all knew that you had emerged from each crisis stronger, ready to walk together on a path full of love and forgiveness.

[wlw-imagines]

Coffee Shop - Kara Danvers/Reader (Supergirl)

request: i found this prompt and was wondering if u could write it with kara danvers from supergirl pls?? "i started writing 'Supergirl' on your coffee cup as a joke because you kind of look like her but it actually turns out you are them oh shit - anon

a/n: these are from my old tumblr thefandomwritings from back in 2018 ! re-vamped and re-purposed (jk it is hardly edited at all) !! hope u enjoy and forgive the 2018 me style writing

Starting anywhere as a newbie was tough. Especially at this coffee shop... when you’d never made coffee before... and to be honest, you weren’t even really a coffee drinker. But, alas, you had rent to pay and a job opening had come through and you had been accepted for the job. More fool them.

The coffee shop was a busy one, constantly on the go. Your hands were already covered in burns and your new clean white apron was now covered in coffee drips and smears. Your shift had only started 45 minutes ago.

You let out a deep sigh and slouched, leaning on the serving desk to try and gather some energy before the next customer appeared. You really couldn’t bear some jackass in a fancy business suit complaining that you’d made their fancy coffee wrong again. Even though you had most definitely made it wrong.

As the next customer approached, you perked up slightly. Maybe the next 10 minutes of your life as a barista would be more bearable.

"Good morning, you must be new here! I'm Kara." She began and smiled cheerfully at you. She also added in an awkward wave before pushing her glasses up her nose.

"Uh, yes I am." You replied, letting your customer service smile develop into a real one. "Is it that obvious?" You laughed slightly, there was probably a 'newbie' aura about you (maybe it was the burnt hands?), it was fairly obvious how nervous you were, and you didn't need pretty girls making you even more flustered around boiling hot liquid.

"No, no! You're perfect- I mean, you know, you're great- doing great." She rambled, her cheeks reddening. "I pick up coffee from here every day before I go to work so I guess I just know everyone who works here pretty well."

“Morning Kara! The ususal?” Your co-worker, Liam, greeted her with a smile. He had been a slight godsend to you and had the patience of a saint. No matter how many times you had fucked it up.

“That would be great, but no rush!” She added, politely eying your resigned expression. You could hardly make 1 cup of coffee and now you had to make 6? For a pretty customer? Shit.

Liam nudged you, “Ready?” He smiled, his eyes slightly teasing as you took in a deep breath and nodded hesitantly.

“Yeah, sure, piece of cake.” You shrugged, taking the order note and looking to find the easiest first. Small steps.

On the first attempt of the first coffee you already found yourself once more cursing yourself for ever applying to work here in the first place. Your curses were interrupted by Kara looking at you with a worried look. "I'm sure you'll get the hang of it soon." She gave you an encouraging smile and you shot her a weary look.

"God, I really hope so." You mumbled, running your burnt hand under the tap for a couple of seconds.

After a short pause (and two successful coffees in) Kara cleared her throat and nodded towards the coffee machine, “It’s like riding a bike, right?”

“Huh?” You glance up quickly, confusion etched on your face.

“Making coffee. Once you learn, you’ll be set.” She elaborated, fiddling with her fingers anxiously. 

You smiled slightly and gave an embarrased shrug, “I can’t ride a bike.” You admitted.

“You can’t?” She looked slightly crestfallen, hoping to have made you feel better rather than just make you feel worse about the situation. “Oh.” She faltered, annoyed with herself. Her brain searched for something else to say to make you feel better and to make you properly smile again. Before she could, you continued.

“I just never understood like, the pedalling? And the turning and also the gears?” You let out a soft laugh, “Although a bike makes more sense to me than this coffee machine so maybe I do have a chance.” You smiled up at her and her heart melted. That was the smile she was aiming for.

“I could teach you!” She burst out, without really thinking about what she was saying. Kara shook her head and tried again, “I mean, I like cycling. It’s easy once you get the pedalling and the turning and the gears down.”

You nodded, trying not to let her offer go to your head, “Do you also know how to make coffee by any chance?” You joked, standing up to properly face her and nodding your head over to the devil machine.

“Can’t help you there, sorry.” She put her hands out apologetically. You laugh and go to continue the conversation, but before you can Liam is nudging your shoulder and pointing to the coffee you were making.

“Y/N, the cup-” You turn around to see the coffee pouring out over the top of the cup, overfilling and spilling everywhere.

You leap towards the cup and let out a small, “Shit.”

9 cups of coffee later (3 of which were currently residing in the trash can), you carefully started to pass the cups into a holder, so she could carry all of them at the same time, and then hesitated.

"Which one is yours?" It’s your first shift and you're already trying to pick up girls. You decided to forgive yourself, you deserved it after the hell of this shift. Once it was pointed out (she had black coffee usually, which surprised you as it didn't seem to suit her sweet character), you wrote your number and drew a little picture of a superhero and labelled it 'Supergirl' - you were quite proud of yourself for making the art.

They didn't look identical or anything, but you had noticed that there were similarities from the moment she had stepped up to the counter. Once you were finished you slid the carrier of drinks and her black coffee over the counter.

She frowned slightly, looking suspiciously at the doodle on her cup. You shrugged, suddenly feeling a little self concious. You weren’t sure what about - the drawing? Your flirting? Your bad coffee skills? You cleared your throat.

"Well, it's a joke." You smiled at her. "Just because, well y'know, you look a bit like Supergirl...” She looked up at you, eyes slightly wide, which you couldn’t tell if it was a good sign or not, “If you just took away the glasses and added a cape-" You trailed off slightly when she started to look uncomfortable. You straightened up and cleared your throat feeling somewhat guilty that you seemed to have distressed your new (and favourite) customer. "Sorry, I meant it as a- it was supposed to be kind of like a compliment." You smiled gently, trying to show her that you didn't mean her any harm or discomfort. In the short space of time that you had met this women you couldn't help but feel completely distracted by her.

"Oh, right - Yes, of course... well, she is pretty strong and it must be kinda cool to be able to fly. Hypothetically speaking, of course. So, uh, yes. Thank you." She looked back at her cup then tilted her head to the side to read your writing. "Wait, what does that number mean?" Kara tilted her head, her eyes scanning her coffee cup. It's like she was deliberately trying to make your heart melt.

"That is my phone number." Blood rushed up to your cheeks. You don’t recall a time where you had to explain your pathetic attempts at flirting so much.

"Ah, right. Yes. Your phone number...” She nodded thoughtfully before her brows shot up and she looked back at you, a similar red creeping into her cheeks, “which I will phone you with." The realisation dawned on her face as it slowly sank in that you had just given her your number. 

You laughed and leaned towards her again. "Yes." You nodded, licking your lips. "Or you can text me. It's up to you, if you were to want to go out sometime, that is."

"No- I mean yeah, I'd love to. That, that would be great. I-" She grinned and she nervously pushed her glasses up her nose again. "I should go but I hope to see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, of course. As long as I haven't burnt the joint down, you'll definitely see me tomorrow." You joked and watched as she nodded slowly with a small smile in return and turned to leave.

As she walked out the door she looked back at you, giving you a little wave before walking out and away. You smiled and took a step back from the counter, mentally congratulating yourself on the win, until you knocked a cup of coffee from the side and it flew all over your feet. 

“Shit.” Maybe your job here wouldn't last as long as you thought.

[fandomnerd9602]

Y/N tries interviewing Supergirl…

Supergirl: so if you’re free after this, I’d love to go out with you

Y/N: uh…thank you Supergirl but there’s this gal I already love so much.

Supergirl: she’s a lucky girl

Y/N: her names Kara. She’s a huge dork but I love her so much. Her smile just lights up my day.

Supergirl: oh baby I love you too!!!

Supergirl tackles a rather confused Y/N, kissing them repeatedly…

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LAST UPDATED: July 15, 2023

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- Thunder storms and cuddles - Fluff

[saiilorstars]

no powers au + anais!

With no powers, Anais is a full-time photographer at CatCo., under the supervision of James Olsen. On the side, she and Winn are Supergirl's backup on the computers. Anais knows her way around them thanks to her adoptive dad (a true nerd!) and continues to learn more from Winn directly.

Anais believes that everyone should be able to defend themselves, whether they're made of steel or not. She encourages Winn to take take self-defense classes from Alex, sometimes even Kara. At first, Winn is reluctant. He's absolutely foul at dodging punches.

"I'll get my ass kicked and then you'll laugh," he told Anais, "And then you'll break up with me!"

Anais laughed there, and just as Winn threw a sharp 'see!?' at her, she assured him that would not happen. "How could I make fun of you when you're doing something I asked you to? I would never." She planted a soft kiss on his cheek, and that was the end of that.

Winn did as she asked, just like he always did when she kissed him. It was the way of their relationship that he was also guilty of. He got her to play video games she swore she hated because he'd kissed her for a decent while.

And wouldn't you know it, they ended up becoming pretty skilled at combat. It wasn't Supergirl or Martian Manhunter levels, but they were good.

Over the years, Winn would develop important softwares leading him away from the DEO and Anais would eventually become Art Editor for CatCo. They'd live together but also travel because Anais never left her parents' home growing up and Winn never sought to go anywhere after his father was sent to prison.

They're basically your typically cozy-comedy kind of couple idk I also see them getting a dog a la krypto style

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[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC: Animal House

Danny can apparently shapeshift, and that’s great!

or it would be great if it wasn’t for the fact he got stuck as an eldritch cat. On the plus side, he can talk to animals like this. Downside: He lacks thumbs and his powers seem to be on the fritz. 

Luckily, he got picked up by the Waynes who seem to think he is some kind of alien cat. It’s actually pretty cool. Lots of soft things and window spots to soak in some sunlight, and, hell, the homemade cat food actually tastes pretty good.

Plus he’s been making friends!

Alfred the cat and Titus are his favorites. Ace is cool but he’s more like an uncle figure. Batcow is chill, but Jerry the turkey is an asshole. Then Dick brings his dog Haley aka Bitewing, so Jason brings his dog Dog, and the whole batfamily of pets is there vibing with Danny.

Then a family emergency happens requiring all hands on deck. Everyone is out of the house and even Alfred is too busy in the Batcave keeping an eye on things to pay attention to the animals. So that can mean only one thing...

Party time!

Danny invites all the DC animals that I remember exists. Krypto the super Dog, Comet the Super Horse, Streaks the Super Cat, Beppo the Super Monkey, Rec the Wonder Dog, and of course Bobo T. Chimpanzee aka Detective chimp, the worlds greatest detective, and the alcoholic ape that’s going to supply the whole party with booze

That’s right, Danny is hosting an animal rager at the Wayne manor, and between his malfunctioning powers, the other super powered animals, and a lot of alcohol, things are going to get WEIRD

[marinawolf]

Always (supercorp)

Lena has nightmares every night and only Kara can keep them at bay.

or

Kara finds every excuse to spend the night in Lena's bed so that Lena can sleep.

a soft, fluffy and angsty supercorp fic.

Lena lay in bed, her eyes heavy with exhaustion, but her mind stubbornly refusing to give in to sleep. Night after night, the same haunting nightmares tormented her, a relentless loop of horror that had become all too familiar. It had been a month since that dreadful day when Lex had blown up a building and then turned his madness towards her.

The scar on her stomach throbbed, a constant physical reminder of that traumatic encounter. She traced her fingers over the faint line, a painful memory etched into her skin. Closing her eyes, she could vividly recall that nightmarish moment. The memory played out like a horrifying movie reel in her mind.

Lex, his face contorted with manic rage, covered in sweat and soot from the destruction he had wrought. His eyes glinted with a dangerous intensity as he approached her, a knife concealed up his sleeve.

"This is your last chance to join me, sister," his voice dripped with a chilling mix of desperation and malice.

Lena's response had been firm and resolute, her voice unwavering, "Never."

Lex lunged at her, the knife flashing in the dim light. The searing pain as the blade sliced through her flesh, the shock and disbelief that followed, and then a wave of darkness that enveloped her as her vision blurred and her body gave way.

Just as the darkness threatened to consume her completely, a distant voice penetrated the void. Kara's voice, a desperate scream that pierced through the fog of unconsciousness. But Lena was already slipping away, unable to fight against the pull of oblivion.

Back in the present, Lena's body finally succumbed to its overwhelming fatigue, her eyelids drooping as her thoughts continued to race. She fought against the encroaching sleep, desperately clinging to consciousness. But the battle was a losing one, and eventually, her mind gave in.

The nightmares returned with a vengeance, a macabre tapestry of fear and torment that painted her subconscious in vivid shades of terror. The sound of explosions echoed in her ears, and the memory of Lex's crazed expression haunted her once more. Lena thrashed in her sleep, trapped in a nightmarish cycle that seemed impossible to escape.

As the nightmares intensified, Lena's eyes snapped open, her body drenched in sweat, heart racing. She was back in her room, the dim light casting eerie shadows on the walls. Gasping for air, Lena realized that the room felt suffocating, the weight of her memories and fears pressing down on her. She sat up, her breathing ragged, and rubbed her temples as she tried to shake off the residual terror. She knew she couldn't go on like this, trapped in a cycle of sleepless nights and haunting dreams. But finding a way out seemed impossible, her trauma a prison from which there was no escape.

Exhausted and defeated, Lena lay back down, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. She longed for respite, for a moment of peace, but she knew that the night was far from over, and the nightmares would likely return once more. With a heavy sigh, she braced herself for another sleepless night.

The following night, Lena slid into bed and found herself staring at the ceiling, her heart racing, her breath uneven. She couldn't bear the thought of closing her eyes, of succumbing once more to the terrors that awaited her in the realm of dreams.

With a sigh, she reached over to turn off her lamp, plunging her room into darkness. But just as she settled back against her pillows, a soft knock echoed through the room, startling her. Lena's heart skipped a beat, her body tensing as she cautiously got out of bed.

She padded across the room, her breath catching in her throat when she saw the familiar sight of Kara standing on the balcony, clad in her Supergirl suit. The moonlight illuminated her tousled, windswept blonde hair, and the suit accented her lean physique and the well-defined muscles beneath the suit. Her blue eyes shimmered in the night, and her lips curled into a beautiful smile that made Lena's heart race.

"Kara, hi. What are you doing here?" Lena managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

Kara's smile widened, her eyes glinting with a playful sparkle. "Hey, Lena. I was on patrol nearby and I'm absolutely exhausted. Do you mind if I crash here?"

Lena's mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but all she could muster was a simple, "No, not at all."

Lena let Kara into her penthouse. Kara often crashed at Lena's after game nights or movie nights but this felt different somehow.

Lena handed Kara a pair of her sweats and a t-shirt, their fingers briefly grazing against each other, sending a shiver of electricity through Lena's veins.

"Thanks, Lena," Kara said appreciatively before disappearing into the bathroom to change. Lena watched the closed door, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. She took a seat on the edge of her bed, the anticipation building as she waited for Kara to emerge.

The moments ticked by, each second feeling like an eternity as Lena's heart raced. The quiet rustling of fabric signaled Kara's return, and Lena's breath caught as she looked up to see Kara stepping out of the bathroom, dressed in Lena's clothes. The clothes were slightly short on Kara, exposing a tantalizing glimpse of her toned abs. Lena's throat went dry, and she swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest, her fingers itching to trace the path of those well-defined muscles..

She had always known that her feelings for Kara ran deeper than the love one felt for a friend, a truth she had carefully kept hidden behind carefully constructed walls of friendship, but in moments like this, she struggled to keep her feelings at bay.

Normally, Kara would retire to one of the guest rooms, and Lena had assumed tonight would be no different. But to Lena's surprise, Kara moved with graceful purpose, sliding into Lena's bed as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Despite the many nights they had spent under the same roof, Kara had never slept in Lena's bed. This was something Lena had never even dared to imagine, even in her wildest dreams.

With cautious steps, Lena slipped under the covers, settling beside Kara. The bed seemed impossibly small, the space between them charged with an electric tension. Kara turned onto her side, facing Lena, and Lena mirrored her position, their gazes locked.

"Goodnight, Lena," Kara whispered, her breath ghosting over Lena's lips before she closed her eyes.

"Goodnight, Kara."

Lena found herself acutely aware of Kara's presence beside her. With her eyes closed, she tried to find a sense of calm, allowing the rhythm of Kara's breath to guide her.

As time passed, Lena felt herself gradually relaxing, the softness of the moment easing the usual restlessness that plagued her nights. The fear of nightmares still lingered, but it felt distant.

She felt herself surrendering to sleep. The sound of Kara's steady breathing became comforting.

In the quiet darkness of the room, Lena's consciousness slipped away, her mind finally finding a respite from the torment of her past. As sleep claimed her, the usual nightmares were conspicuously absent.

--

The soft, warm rays of morning light gently filtered through the curtains, casting a serene glow over the room. Lena stirred, gradually awakening from the depths of slumber, her senses slowly coming to life. The sensation that enveloped her was one of warmth and security, a comfort she hadn't experienced in a long time.

She realised that Kara's arms were tightly wrapped around her and her body was pressed against Lena's back, their forms fitting together as if they were two pieces of a puzzle perfectly aligned.

Lena's heart danced within her chest as she felt Kara's breath ghosting against the back of her neck, a sensation that sent shivers of delight down her spine. The intimacy of the moment was intoxicating and left her heart racing dangerously.

Kara stirred beside her, her movements slow and gentle. Lena could hear a soft, almost inaudible mumble from Kara, the sound of her voice tugging at Lena's heartstrings. "Oh, sorry," Kara's voice was a gentle whisper.

Lena felt a twinge of disappointment as Kara began to extricate herself from their embrace.

As Lena turned to look at Kara, her eyes were met with a sleepy smile that seemed to illuminate the entire room. Lena's heart skipped a beat as she took in the sight of Kara's tousled hair and the soft lines of her face.

"Morning," Kara's voice was soft and sleepy.

Lena's fingers itched to reach out, to brush away the hair that had fallen across Kara's forehead, to trace the delicate curve of her cheek. But a sense of shyness held her back, a lingering hesitation that reminded her of the boundaries Lena had always maintained.

--

Over the course of the next two weeks, Lena's life took an unexpected turn. To her immense surprise and relief, Kara seemed to find a reason, however small, to spend every single night in Lena's bed. It was a pattern that quickly became a comforting routine. Each evening, as the world outside dipped into the embrace of night, Kara would slip into Lena's bed, a shield against the haunting nightmares that had held Lena captive for far too long.

Lena's waking moments became increasingly filled with the sense of Kara's proximity. She would wake up each morning wrapped in Kara's strong arms, the gentle rise and fall of her chest against Lena's back serving as a soothing reassurance. The nightmares, which had once been an unrelenting torment, remained at bay, their usual grip loosening with every passing night.

Lena reveled in the comfort of Kara's embrace and her eyes often lingered on Kara's serene features as they lay tangled together under the covers. Yet, amidst the warmth of Kara's presence, Lena was fighting her feelings.

Lena's feelings for Kara deepened with every night they spent together, the lines between friendship and something more becoming more blurred each night. She found herself captivated by Kara's laughter, drawn to the way her eyes sparkled when she shared stories of her day, enchanted by her bashful grace.

But Lena couldn't ignore the growing questions that tugged at her thoughts. Why was Kara staying over so often? The skepticism that had once colored her perception of others now cast a shadow over her moments of happiness. Lena's heart raced, her mind a whirlwind of uncertainty as she tried to make sense of the situation.

One evening, as they sat together on Lena's couch, wrapped in a blanket and sipping tea, Lena's resolve solidified. The time had come to breach the subject that had been gnawing at her. She looked at Kara, her gaze a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Kara, is everything okay?"

Kara turned her head to meet Lena's eyes, her expression serene yet guarded. "Mm, yes, why?"

Lena's lips twitched into a half-smile, the tension in the room palpable. "You've spent the last fourteen nights here. Is there something going on? Not that I don't love having you stay over—I really do. But if you're having problems with your apartment or something, I can help."

Kara's blue eyes flickered, her gaze momentarily shifting before she leaned in closer to Lena. Her fingers, warm and tender, slipped beneath Lena's shirt, tracing a path over the jagged scar on Lena's abdomen. Lena's breath hitched as Kara's touch sent shivers of sensation through her.

"You know every night on patrol, I fly past your penthouse to check on you? Just to listen to your heartbeat and make sure you're okay." Kara's voice held a mix of vulnerability and sincerity, her fingertips mapping the contours of Lena's scar as if tracing a roadmap of the past. "Especially since everything with Lex, since he hurt you. I heard your nightmares every night, Lena, and it pained me to see you so broken. And when I stayed over that first night, I noticed that the nightmares didn't come. So I thought maybe if I stayed over, you could sleep better."

Lena's eyes glistened with unshed tears as Kara's words sank in, the depth of Kara's care astounding to her. She felt a lump forming in her throat.

"Sorry," Kara continued, "I know I should have told you, but I know you would think that I was inconveniencing myself or something. But I'm not. I want you to be okay, Lena, and I'll do anything for you. If I could undo what happened, I would. But I can't, so this is something I can do for you."

Lena was speechless. Tears pricked at the corners of Lena's eyes as Kara's words washed over her, a wave of emotions crashing against the walls she had carefully constructed around her heart. Kara's selflessness had left her utterly stunned, and Lena realized that no one had ever cared for her so deeply, so unconditionally before. She couldn't hold back the tears that spilled from her eyes, the floodgates of her emotions breaking open.

Kara. Sweet Kara. Always there for Lena, always looking out for her. Lena had never felt such profound love before.

Moved beyond words, Lena leaned forward, her heart pounding against her chest. Her hand found Kara's, their fingers intertwining. Kara's gaze on her held her captive.

The floodgates of vulnerability opened, and before she could think, before she could second-guess herself, she acted on the feelings she had been hiding for so long.

Lena leaned forward, her heart pounding in her chest as she pressed her lips against Kara's. The kiss was a confession, an unspoken declaration of every feeling she had hidden behind those walls for so long.

Kara froze for a second and Lena's heart stopped, but just as quickly, her lips began moving against Lena's- a soft, desperate kiss. There was a vulnerability in the way Kara kissed her back, a raw honesty that stripped away any doubts Lena may have had. Her heart felt like it was going to explode. Kara was kissing her back and in that moment, nothing else mattered.

Time seemed to stand still as their lips moved against each other. Lena's fingers trembled as they found their way to Kara's cheek, her touch gentle and filled with wonder. The taste of Kara's lips was a revelation.

As the kiss finally drew to a close, Lena pulled back slightly, her eyes fluttering open to meet Kara's gaze.

"Thank you," she whispered, “for being here.”

And Kara smiled that blindingly beautiful smile, and whispered, "Always" before crashing her lips against Lena's once more.

[angelltheninth]

DC Comics Women Taking Care of You when You Get Your Period

Pairing: Kara, Lena, Diana, Harley, Talia, Selina x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, period, hurt/comfort, teasing, cuddles, baths, kissing

A/N: Sweet, caring, dangerous... I want them all.

KARA

Really wants to help you but is scared to touch you in a wrong way. You're already fragile as a human, and you're already in pain. If she hurt you more she'd never forgive yourself so the most she will do is carry you from one spot to the other, warm you up when you get cramps and kiss right above your stomach.

LENA

Is fully equipped with everyone you might need. She know what you want to eat, your cravings, the type of tea you drink, and has your favorite comfort food place deliver you food. Will drop her meetings if you're in too much pain because she can't focus when she thinks of you curled up on the bed with her not being there to kiss you.

DIANA

Has a lot of experience taking care of period pains. With her upbringing she's learned a lot about how to make things better for other people. She'll treat you gently, she'll bring you to a warm bath and even help you wash up properly, the blood doesn't bother her in the slightest.

HARLEY

Tries to take your mind off the pain as much as she can. You may not want to do a lot physical activities when you get cramps but she will record herself while she's out shopping for you so you get a feeling like you're there with her. Plus then you can tell her what kinds of pads you like most, unless you want her to take boxes upon boxes.

TALIA

Won't tell you to grin and bear it like she's been told to. As soon as she sees the blood stained sheets she goes into protective girlfriend mode, which isn't rare but she's not often as soft. She will visit you every hour and ask you if you have everything you need, if you want her company for a while, if you do she will gladly stay.

SELINA

Kisses her way down your stomach in a way that makes you whimper but she doesn't go past the band of your underwear. Even now she teases you but she won't make you uncomfortable with her advances. There will be time for more intimate activities but for now a good massage might do you a lot of good.

[goldenempyrean]

Cooking with Cuddles

〚 Notes - small lil drabble, I'm trying to get back into writing but its hard :,) sorry about the breaks/gaps, I'm doing my best :,) 〛

〚 Pairing - Supercorp 〛

〚 Summary - Lena is being whiny, Kara just wants to make her some food. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 450 〛

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“Karaaaaaa.”  

The Kyrptonian rolled her eyes fondly at the sound of her name being raspily whined from the direction on their bedroom. Lena had been in a whiny mood ever since waking up and showed no signs of stopping. 

“Yes love?” She called back, leaning back to take a peek into their bedroom. Kara couldn’t keep herself from giggling quietly, their bedroom door was wide open, so she was able to get a perfect view of her girlfriend who’d apparently decided to sit up and cocooned herself in their main blanket with only her face exposed - on which she wore a small, adorable pout. 

“I’m cold…” 

Kara chuckled softly, admiring Lena's adorable pout. She shuck her head in amusement, trying and failing to hold back a growing smile, “Oh really, is that so? Y’know with all those blankets you’re hiding in; I really couldn’t tell.”  

“I’m being serious!” The CEO mumbled, moving to hide her face behind a blanket as she coughed raspily, her pout deepening in response, “Karaaaaaa, please? You’re the only thing that can warm me up right now.” 

“Baby, I’m making you some food right now, you’ve gotta eat. I promise as soon as I’m done making you some delicious pancakes we can cuddle for as long as you want.”  

“Please…?” 

Oh, how could she deny that pout any longer? She couldn't resist Lena's adorable plea, her heart melting at the sight of her girlfriend wrapped up in blankets, looking so small and needy. With a soft sigh, she surrendered, "Alright, come here, you big baby."  

Lena had her wrapped around her finger and she knew it. Kara already knew exactly what she wanted before she’d even asked. 

“Come on, get on then.” She said, sitting down on the edge of their bed. 

A small grin spread across Lena’s face as she crawled out of the big blanket bundle, swapping it for the thin grey blanket they usually kept at the end of their bed. Lena wrapped it around herself before turning back to wrap her legs around Kara’s waist whilst her hands wrapped around her upper torso to hold on with. 

Of course, Kara had no problem carrying her like this and stood up effortlessly with Lena cuddling into her back, “Rao, you’re like a little koala, y’know that?” She teased, feeling her girlfriend’s head come to rest on her shoulder as they made their way back out to the kitchen. There was no doubt it was going to be a little harder to cook now that she had her girlfriend clutched onto her back but of course she’d find a way to make it work. 

“You’re so lucky I love you.” 

“I know.” 

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Maggie and Alex's daughter gets beaten up and injured at school because her moms are gay.

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A chilly Friday dawned on this clear day over National City as you said goodbye to both your mothers with a warm smile and a friendly demeanor and headed off to school. But within that peaceful aura of yours, there was an invisible darkness that hovered over your life five days a week, causing you to despair. Your mothers, Alex and Maggie, had been happily married for four years, loved each other deeply and had raised you with love and care. Although their love was strong and real, in this conservative teenage community, where hormones reigned supreme, their relationship was highly controversial and it was not acceptable in the narrow minds of some of your classmates.

As you walked through the school gates of National City High School and put one foot in front of the other, you immediately felt the tense atmosphere that would accompany you through everyday school life. As you entered the building, textbooks clutched tightly to your chest, the corridors and halls filled with excited students as the first school bells rang. Sneaking around people, you tried not to draw any more attention to yourself, but the other students' eyes seemed to be on you.

The whispers and giggles were like poisonous arrows piercing your soul and you tried to make your way to your first class, head bowed, when suddenly a group of classmates were throwing insults at you while they laughed behind your back. For the normal teenagers, you were special. "Look at this, people! The adopted girl brought into a lesbian family is on the move again!" one of the boys mocked, nudging his friends to make them laugh maliciously and you felt a lump forming in your throat. "That is perverted."

The words cut through your heart like a knife, seemed to echo in your ears and settle in your brain, your heart starting to increase it´s beat. You tried to hold back the tears and continued walking to his locker, where you planned to put the third through sixth period books. But as you walked towards your locker, you saw a paper hanging on your door that said "Daughter of the Lesbian Gang" written in all caps. The despair and pain overwhelmed you, but you tried to keep yourself together so as not to look like a weakling and make your situation worse.

Things were not any better in class. Some students made snide and mocking comments about your family, and others laughed at you while sticky paper balls were pushed into your hair through a straw. Your teacher either did not seem to notice anything or deliberately ignored the situation and you felt completely alone.

During the first break, the cruelty of the classmates continued. You sat on a bench in the quiet corner of the schoolyard, tears reflecting in your eyes as you looked at your lovingly prepared breakfast that Maggie had made. You felt misunderstood and hurt, your mothers having no idea what happened during school time. You had never said a word about it in their presence. Your thoughts were interrupted when you were pushed away by another student and landed unceremoniously on the floor, spilling your lunch all over the dirty floor. A hateful aura arose around you that seemed threatening to you.

"Oops, I am sorry about that, freakshow" bystanders laughed at a tall girl's words and pointed a finger at you as you tried to pick yourself up and keep your dignity. More students joined in the laughter, and soon several curious eyes found themselves on you. "I am not a freak show and it is not fair to judge my family!" you shouted, the hurt evident in your eyes as you tried to defend yourself from the harsh words.

The girl, a grade higher than you, laughed scornfully and stepped closer before grabbing you by the collar and throwing you to the ground again, straddling your thighs to keep you beneath her. A blow from the clenched fist that hit you in the eyebrow caused a deep cut into your skin through the ring on one finger, which immediately began to bleed. The other students did not dare to pull the girl away from you and help you, but joined in the mockery and cheered her with wild clapping and whistling.

You felt like you were under a magnifying glass as you tried to protect yourself from her blows, but your hands were pinned to the floor by the wrists under her knees. Your heart was pounding with fear and anger, but you did not dare defend yourself further. You tried to hold back tears as you begged for mercy, multiple insults with each blow cutting into your soul like knife stabs. "You are just embarrassing, just like your weird married mothers. No wonder no one likes you."

At the end of the school day, you did not even dare take the school bus. You would not find any peace there, as a few older students were already making fun of you and blocking your way trying to get there. Instead you walked home for three quarters of an hour in the rain. When you got home, your mothers were still at work and you were trying to hide and explain a solution to the injuries on your face. The wounds inflicted on you would heal. But the emotional scars cut deep and hurt your sense of self-worth immensely.

While you were taking care of yourself, you wondered if you should confess to your mothers so they could place you in another school. You could not continue like this in the long run, it would destroy you.

[wlw-imagines]

A Different Kind of Attack - Danvers Sisters (Supergirl)

request: Hi, I was wondering if i could please get a supergirl oneshot where the reader is the youngest danvers sister, and she has asthma and has a really bad asthma attck while training with kara? - anon

a/n: these are from my old tumblr thefandomwritings from back in 2018 ! re-vamped and re-purposed!! hope u enjoy and forgive the 2018 me style writing and also v short

"Y/N!" Alex shouted, "You've got to move faster." She stood at the side of the room, watching you and Kara spar - getting out all of your sibling rivalry. The classic bet had taken place of ‘who can win in a fight’ - you know, typical Danvers sisters nights in together.

You grunted out a response, "That's easier said than done, Alex." You gritted your teeth and went for another punch towards Kara, jabbing harder with your left fist. Kara only just managed to dodge, her powers having been reduced in order to make it a fair(er) fight.

As the punches you were throwing at your older sister sped up so did your breathing. You could feel the sweat dripping down you collarbone but you still pushed on, proving that you were more than capable.

"Okay, call it off guys." Alex stepped in, forcing the two of your apart, "Kara, you're form is off and you're losing energy quick. You can't rely on your superpowers..." You zoned out as Alex addressed Kara, taking the time to criticize her stance before she came to you.

As the adrenaline from the fight wore off you put your hands on your knees, bending over as you tried to get your breath back. Having to breath rapidly was something you were used to in your intense exercise sessions but it wasn't usually this bad. You straightened up again, putting a hand on your chest - it was feeling too tight and you still couldn't slow down your breathing. That alone made you start to panic and your wheezing just seemed to increase.

You were vaguely aware of one of your sisters placing a hand on your shoulder and so you looked up to see Kara and you attempted to say that you were fine, that you just needed a moment, "Kara, I- f, fi- Do-"

You just couldn't get your words out, making Kara visibly freak slightly. "Alex? What-"

Alex just gently sat by your side, biting her lip lightly, "I think it's a... she just needs to- Y/N? I need you to stay calm for me." She spoke half to you and half to Kara, not quite sure who to calm first as things escalated.

"Alex!?"

"Kara, it's fine. She's going to be fine. Just stay calm." She directed to both of you, but now focused on you completely.

"But what-?"

"It's an asthma attack." She took your hand to support your weight before you could collapse or fall, she squeezed it lightly before looking at you more closely, "You haven't had one this bad in a while." You stumbled backwards slightly, making Alex take a sharp breath in. She kept your hands interlinked and put her other hand on your back, supporting you. "Y/N, I'm just going to sit you down." Alex lowered you to the ground and put your back against the wall, keeping your torso straight.

"Alex, her lips are going blue-"

Alex just nodded and stayed by your side, motioning for Kara to join the two of you, "Kara, I'm going to go get her a hot coffee or tea or something. I need you to stay with her, just keep talking and keep her breathing and calm. It's going to be fine, honestly." She reassured herself more than anything this time. "Is that okay?" She asked but Kara was entirely focused on you, only sparing enough broken focus to mumble out a response.

"Yeah, I- of course." Alex nodded and left, whilst Kara kept her soft gaze glued on you. The pain in your chest and the tension in your shoulders was beginning to decrease ever so slightly but it felt like you still couldn't get a full breath in, even if you wanted to.

You dropped your head slightly, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over you as you gained more and more control over your body and your breathing.

"Hey, little sis." She nudged your shoulder slightly, "How are you doing?"

"I'm oka- Yo-"

She smiled and put her hand up to silence you, nodding, "Okay, that was a stupid question, sorry! Apparently you humans have to breath regularly to survive so you should probably do that a bit now."

You wheezed out a breathy laugh and went to respond but chose to just shake your head at her instead.

"Bad time for a joke?" She asked, her smile only broadening. You just gave her a sarcastic pointed look, "Okay, fair." You both fell into a comfortable silence as Kara helped you fall into breathing at a more regular pace. After a while, Kara cheerily patted your knee, "Hey, see, you're doing great. Keep breathing, in and out."

You and Kara continued on like this for who knows how long before Alex made it back with some steaming hot chocolate. You smiled and wrapped your (still shaking) hands around the hot drink, gripping it enough to not spill any.

The three of you just sat for a while, not wanting to trigger any further asthma attacks, and allowing you to slowly regain normal colour to your face. You knew you were almost fully recovered when your stomach started to growl (Kara had been starving for a while now but she didn't want to leave your little bubble of chatter, these were her favourite moments). Alex insisted on going out to grab sandwiches, whilst you two stayed put.

Eventually you turned to Kara and snorted slightly, gaining her attention, "You know, you're surprisingly bad at keeping people calm in a bad situation. Like, for a superhero..." You trailed off, sending your sister a cheeky grin.

"What?! I was great!" She gasped, putting a hand to her chest in mock shock.

"Oh, sure! I couldn't breath and you were having your own freak out in the corner! Alex had to calm you down first." You criticised, knowing that you could joke about it now.

"Okay, that's true. You know I like to be dramatic." She blushed slightly and shrugged before turning slightly more serious and wrapping her arms around your shoulder, "I was just worried you know? You're my favourite little sister, I don't want to see you hurt. Ever."

You smiled, feeling a spreading warmth in your chest at that (in a good, healthy, definitely just love and not another asthma attack way). "I'm your o-"

"-Only little sister." She interrupted and finished for you, "I know, I know. Doesn't mean you can't be my favourite."

"Then you are my favourite Kryptonian older sister."

"Thank you." She kissed your temple. The sound of the door opening and Alex holding up your food made you both immediately jump to your feet faster than you should have been capable of, "Come on, let's get home and eat!" Kara cheered, pulling on your arm.

The three of you would always be there for one another, in any situation.

[fandomnerd9602]

Hello! can you do sasha calle supergirl and melissa benoist supergirl with reader 👀

Y/N walks in to find two Karas…

Kara (TV): hi honey

Kara (Calle): ooh so fine looking.

Y/N: I-I…uh

Kara (Calle): please Kara, can we share?

Kara (TV): it’s not cheating if it’s another version of yourself

The two Karas grab Y/N and haul them off to their room…

[scarletts-scribbles]

Reader works for Lena that turns into working buddies with benefits, but reader starts catching feelings. Maybe angst but happy ending?

Highly Unprofessional

⁀➷ Pairing: Lena Luthor x Reader

⁀➷ Notes: Okay so I haven’t written smut properly before so hopefully this is a decent attempt :,) Let me know what you think! Sorry this took a while, its like 3k words long so editing was a bitch.

⁀➷ Summary: When a one-time hookup turns into a regular occurance, it sets off a chain of events which you're helpless to stop.

⁀➷ WARNINGS: 18+ Minors DNI, fingering, cunnilingus, semi-public (I mean its in her office but the door was open oopsie)

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In the bustling chaos of corporate life, where stress reigns supreme the last thing you want to do is mix business and your personal life. It only ever ended in disaster.

When you’d first moved to National City, you’d never imagined just a few short months later you’d be working directly under the city’s most prevenient businesswoman. Lena Luthor was a force to be reckoned with. It was a miracle you’d gotten the position of her assistant at all, your CV was sharp, but it wasn’t anything to be in awe of so when you’d got the call that you’d received the job it was safe to say she was over the moon.

It taken a little while to warm up to you. She’d been a rather cold at first. Not that you could blame her of course, given her family history. However slowly but surely you found her opening up more to you, building up her trust gradually. In the meantime, whilst she’d grown to depend on your assistance, you payed close attention and slowly learnt her tells. You knew when Lena was upset, she’d get that little crinkle in her brows or that when she was anxious, she’d gently bite the left corner of her lip. Infact you’d become so observant of her habits and body language that sometimes you knew how she was feeling before she’d register the emotions herself.

One particularly hectic day in the bustling office, the air thick with tension, you noticed Lena pacing nervously in her office. The telltale signs were there – the crinkle in her brows, the subtle lip-biting – Lena was clearly on edge about the upcoming meeting with a major client.

Truth to told, seeing her like this made you feel anxious as well. How could someone as powerful and accomplished as Lena get so nervous? You’dhad never seen her like this before, and it was almost like seeing a completely different person.

You had to help.

You knocked gentle on the door, clearing your throat quietly to announce your presence, “Miss Luthor?”

A wave of relief washed over Lena as she heard your voice calling through the door. This meeting had been weighing heavily on her mind, and she was desperate to find some way to relax before it started.

“You know you can call me Lena.” She smiled and nodded for you to enter.

You stepped into the room and approached Lena with the gentle warmth and confidence that always radiated from you. She found herself walking over to you, looking at you deeply before taking a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. You took her closeness as a chance to reach out to squeeze her shoulder and when she didn’t object, you softly applied pressure to her muscles.

“Fuck.” She let the curse split out involuntarily before trying to regain herself, “Do you need something from me?”

“You’re tense, let me help?” You mumbled softly to which she nodded. Your touch was like a balm for her. As you began subtly massaging Lena's shoulders, the tension began to subside, and her frown faded away, you let your hand slide down to her wrist, holding it gently as you pulled her over to the pristine sofa at the other side of her office, “Come, sit.”

"Thank you." Lena took a deep breath and sunk into the seat. She could feel the stress and anxiety that had been weighing heavily on her began to melt away. She turned her head toward you and smiled softly, letting out a sigh of relief. Lena gave in and allowed herself to sink deep into your warm embrace. With her worries temporarily relieved, she closed her eyes and began to enjoy the feeling of your hands working away at her tension.

Leaning in, you reached to place a comforting hand on her thigh, feeling the subtle tension in her muscles. You had no intention’s behind the action. Your touch was light, meant to reassure rather than intrude. But Lena’s eyes slowly opened and cast over to meet yours, her emerald green iris's seemingly sparkling with a new found feeling.

It was obvious she was a little surprised by the gesture, but there was a moment of pause. She tried to be professional, but her body was responding positively to the touch.

The feeling was both calming and exciting, sending a shiver of desire down her spine, the creeping onset on desire making her leg’s bounce nervously.

She looked into your eyes and saw the unmistakable spark of attraction between the pair of you. Of course she’d noticed your lokg glances before and she wasn’t ashamed to say she’d given you some the day you’d left her office when you’d interviewed for the position. Her previous tension was soon replaced with a subtle feeling of arousal, and she couldn't help but crave more.

"Could you...keep going?" she whispered, words shaking through her soft yet overwhelming sensual voice - filled with desire.

“You mean?” Your voice was quiet as you very slowly moved your hand up her thigh, waiting for to confirm her consent, “Is this okay? I need to hear you say it Lena.”

"Keep going," Lena whispered. Her voice was raspy from the tension, but there was no mistaking the excitement in her voice. She wanted you to keep touching her. She craved it. Soaked in the intimacy of your touch. "Please..."

The feeling of your hand gliding over her thighs was intoxicating, sending shivers of arousal through her body. You teased her lightly, fingers reaching her line of her panties. You could hardly fight back your own growing blush at the feeling of the wet fabric. Lena let out a soft moan as you softly ran your finger around her entrance – she was so sensitive. Her eyes closed once again as she leaned back into the couch, surrounding herself to your touch.

Your touch was intoxicating. You kept it light, but your slow strokes were sending her body into ecstasy. Lena's breaths grew shallow as she leaned toward you, her lips meeting yours in an intimate kiss.

"Don't stop," she whispered against your lips, her body urging you to keep going as you edged her sodden clit, rubbing circles as her back arched involuntarily.

“I wasn’t planning on it.” You whispered back with a husky tone as your fingers continued to work their magic on her. You could feel the heat radiating off her body, adding to the intoxicating atmosphere. Your touch became firmer, getting closer to her core, making sure every stroke and tease was intense. You were doing your job finely, the way she moaned into your mouth was driving you wild with validation, knowing you were making her feel good. Truely you were completely under her control, willing to do anything she desired - anything to please her.

With each passing moment, the lust between you both grew more intense, fuelling your passion. Both your excitement only grew with every teasing touch and feather-light kiss. You knew she enjoyed the buildup of anticipation just as much as you did. In the heat of the moment, time seemed to stand still as you lost yourself to the moment.

Your hand never stopped tracing along her sensitive folds as Lena’s moans grew louder, encouraging you to continue. She kissed you again and the kiss deepened as she pushed against you, urging you to take control. Her body ached for you as you pressed your fingers against her entrance, playing with her and teasing her. You held her deep in your embrace, feeling her shudder helplessly, her body giving into yours as you continued to stroke her. Finally, you gave into the inevitable and pushed inside, finally giving her the release, she craved.

Lena writhed beneath you, gasping for breath as you drove her toward climax. She muscles were tight against your fingers and you couldnt feel your hand going a little numb from how hard her thighs were squeezed together. She kept her hands clenched in your hair as you felt her body convulsing beneath yours. She moaned, high desperate sounds before finally, with a shudder of ecstasy, she peaked. Her back arching helplessly as she reached her climaxed under your guide.

Once she’d caught her breath, you carefully pulled out of her, making sure to be gentle against her sensitivities. You stroked her hair tenderly, feeling her body begin to relax against you as she came down down from her high.

"Do you feel better now?" you asked her, as she leaned back against you, still breathing heavily from the experience.

Lena sighed softly, a satisfied smile on her face, “So much better," she replied, her voice still light and breathless from the rush "Thank you for helping me relax.”

You brushed your fingers across her cheek, lingering for a beat. The intimacy of the moment was intoxicating, the shared look of pleasure and satisfaction. You couldn't help but wonder if there was more to it than just stress relief. As your head wandered the clouds, you didn’t notice Lena fixing her hair, tying it back in a tight ponytail.

She checked her watch, seemingly debating something for a moment before her voice pulled you back down to reality, “I think we’ve got just enough time.” She said, sitting back down against you, pulling on of your legs over hers, opening you up.

“Enough time for what?”

Lena smirked mischievously, tugging at the edge of your skirt. “For me to return the favour...”

･ﾟ: ･ﾟ: ﾟ･

That had been the first of many times you’d helped her relax. It had become a sort of ritual really. Whenever she’d have a big meeting or important event coming up, she’d come to you to help her unwind. Truthfully the first it’d happened; it had taken you a few days to really process it all. The experience had changed you. You couldn’t just see her as your boss anymore. She was more than that. Lena had always had a stunning body of course but now it was almost as if though you couldn’t keep her eyes off her.

The ways her hips curved had you weak in the knees, it wasn’t just her physical attributes though. It was everything, the weak she spoke, the way she held herself. It was intoxicating. Safe to say you were happy to lend a hand whenever needed. Maybe you could’ve kept this up forever, helping her out without a second thought – she was still your boss after all. But this latest time had changed something in you.

It had started off in its usual way, you’d seen the meeting scheduled on the calendar and let yourself into her office – the two of you were way past knocking now. Lena knew what was about to happen, she’d been waiting for it.

As you entered her office, Lena didn't waste any time before pulling you closer to her. You felt the heat and need radiating off of her as she kissed you passionately, her hands moving greedily over your body. You moaned as she pushed you up against the desk, her mouth hot against your neck.

Suddenly, she pulled back, looking at you with a predatory glint in her eyes. "Do you know what I want to do to you?" she whispered, her voice low with desire as her tender fingers danced down the front of your shirt - making a show out of unbuttoning them.

As she spoke, Lena left the kiss and moved down your body with purpose, her lips and tongue leaving a trail of heat and anticipation down your torso. Your hands found her hair, pulling it as if to guide her further where you wanted her. But the CEO had plans of her own. She knew what she wanted and she wanted it now, right this moment. So much so that she hadn’t even bothered closing her office door.

Without warning, she pushed your shoulders down, forcing you to sit on her desk. Lena smirked, moving in to kiss you deeply, so deep that it left you chasing her lips as she pulled away. Without a pause, she pushed your legs apart and planted herself between them, her eagerness so apparent it sent a shiver of desire right through you.

You could feel her looking up at you as she kissed through the fabric of your panties, her hands moving to stroke and soothe wherever they could reach.

You couldn't help but moan now, one hand coming to grip her hair and the other gripping the edge of the desk with such force that your knuckles turned white. You were helpless to resist as Lena worked her way deeper, your grip became more frenzied, less able to control yourself.

It hadn’t taken long before your panties had been pulled down and Lena was happily satisfying herself on your clit whilst you slowly grinded against her face, desire driving you wild.

Then something suddenly caught your attention. You heard someone in the hall…

You tried to voice this but through your whimpers, not much was articulated. Despite this, Lena didn't even flinch when she’d heard them, seemingly not bothered by the accompanying approaching footsteps.

Instead, she kept going, her tongue working magic on you as she held your hips steady with one hand. You could hear people talking just outside the open door, but Lena didn't seem to care. In fact, it seemed to turn her on even more - the thrill of getting caught.

You tried to stifle your moans, but it was impossible with Lena's skilled mouth on you. Your body was writhing on the edge of the desk, your toes curling as the pleasure built and built. And still, she didn't stop.

Lena never broke eye contact with you as she continued to work her tongue and lips over your pussy, sending you further and further into ecstasy. The sounds of voices in the hallway were drowned out by your moans, which the Luthor seemed to be enjoying immensely.

She added a couple of fingers inside you, curling them just right to hit your sweet spot, and you felt your body convulse in response. You couldn't hold back anymore, and you came hard, your body shaking with the force of it.

Lena didn't stop, though; she kept going, licking and sucking until you were overstimulated and sensitive. Finally, she stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she grinned down at you.

“You’re so fucking hot.” She laughed, the sound of her voice sending shivers down your spine again.

Your cheeks blushed crimson as you cleaned yourself up, “Do you want me-” You took a step forward but stopped when she held out her hand, shaking her head as she fixed her hair.

“I just wanted you darling, nothing more. Now if you’ll excuse me. I’ve got a meeting to attend too.”

With that Lena smoothed out the crease in her skirt before heading out the door, leaving you to catch your breath, still perched upon her table.

Darling?

The pet name replayed over and over in your head as the day passed by. You couldn’t stop thinking about her, about these sessions.

It wasn’t just about favours anymore. It felt like she had wanted you. You’d wanted her. God you’d been trying so hard to ignore the fact you’d crave her touch when you were alone. It had gotten to the point where you’d started to miss simply being around her. In fact you’d started coming in earlier and leaving later just to be near her. But you had tried to ignore it. Dammit! Why couldn’t you stop thinking about it!

The rational part of your brain was telling you to pull back, to remind yourself that her actions were just physical and didn't mean anything more. But the other part of you, the part that craved the closeness and heat of your body wanted her for more. You wanted to feel more than just the pleasure of their bodies. You wanted to build a connection, a partnership. You wanted more.

Oh shit... You wanted love.

The realisation had made you sick. What you wanted could never happen. You knew Lena’s life; it was busy and packed. She didn’t have time for something solid. It was why your little favours had worked so well. You’d kept each other going. You could hardly tell her that you wanted more.

Goddamn it!

ﾟ: ･ﾟ: ﾟ･

The ringing it your ears hadn’t really faded since you’d realised. You’d called out of work the past 2 days; you couldn’t bring yourself to look at her. Her eyes were a tease, a reminder of what you couldn’t have. Instead, you’d stayed home, trying to wrap your head around all the feelings swirling round in your head, your rapid thoughts never seemed to slow down long enough for you to process them.

You were in love with Lena Luthor.

You were in love with your boss…

Casual sex! That was all it was meant to be, no, no, no! How could you let yourself fall like this?

In all honesty, it felt like you were grieving. Grieving something you could never have. Something forbidden. It was awful.

You felt like shit. It had taken most of your energy to make the treacherous journey from your bed to the sofa - there was no point getting dressed. It wasn’t like you were going to work today anyway. You couldn’t bare the thought of facing her, the thought of it ate you up inside.

As you lay on your sofa, consumed by the weight of your emotions, a knock on the door suddenly startled you. You contemplated just ignoring it, hoping whoever it is will just get the hint, go away and leave you alone. However, the knocking persists, growing louder and more insistent with each rap.

With a heavy sigh, you dragged yourself off the sofa and reluctantly opened the door. To your surprise, it was Lena standing there. A concerned expression etched across her face. Her usual confident demeanor seemed softened by genuine worry.

"Lena?" you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper.

She stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, scanning the disarrayed room. "I've been trying to reach you for days. What's going on? Why haven't you been at work?”

Lena's concerned gaze met yours, and you could sense the weight of unspoken questions in her eyes. Your throat tightened, grappling with the words you hadn't dared to say.

"I... I just needed some time to think," you admitted, avoiding direct eye contact with her, staring hard at the floor, "Things have... changed.”

Her brow furrowed as she took in the gravity of your words. "Changed how?"

You hesitated, then let out a defeated sigh, "I can't keep doing this, Lena. Us. Secretly fucking each other at work just because we can. I don’t want to just be someone of the side anymore, I want to be more than that."

There was a moment of silence as Lena processed your words. Tension hung heavy over the room, a silence so thick you could’ve slice it with a knife, and you wondered if you had just ruined whatever fragile arrangement existed between you.

Finally, Lena spoke up, her soft voice wavering as she spoke, "More? What do you mean?"

"I mean..." You paused, gathering your courage. "I want a real relationship, Lena. Not just these secret little rendezvous we keep having. Lena, I want something genuine."

Her eyes searched yours, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of vulnerability. "I didn't think... I didn't know you wanted that," she admitted, her usual confidence waning.

"I do," You nodded slowly, affirming your words, "I can't keep pretending that this is enough for me. I want more than just physical connection; I want an emotional one too."

Lena took a hesitant step closer, the distance between you diminishing. "I thought we were both on the same page, I thought-.”

"No, Lena, I can't do this anymore," you repeated, the weight of your unspoken desires finally finding a voice, “I can’t keep pretending I’m fine with this anymore. I’m sorry but I just can’t.”

Lena's expression shifted, torn between conflicting emotions. The room hung in suspended silence, waiting for her response.

Lena’s eyes softened, and a vulnerable smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "I never realised how much you wanted this," she admitted, a hint of regret in her voice. "Maybe I've been too guarded, too afraid to admit it to myself…”

You felt a mix of relief and hope as Lena continued, “I'd think I’d like to try a real relationship too…”

There it was. The sentence that changed your life. You had a chance with Lena and you weren’t going to let it pass you by. Maybe this time, mixing your business and personal life wouldn’t end in disaster after all… even if it was horribly unprofessional.

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Ch.10: The Solar Hybrid

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It was late at night when Anais got word that their unconscious man was not so conscious anymore. The man had woken up and attacked Kara and about half a dozen other DEO agents before making his escape into the city. When Anais sped into the place, things had already been done.

"Are you guys okay?" She rushed up to Kara and Alex.

Kara seemed relatively unharmed. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, just a little shaken. Where is he?"

"He disappeared into the city," Alex said, having watched it with her own eyes.

"Which is just what I don't need," J'onn stopped beside the three, "A rogue Kryptonian on the loose just as the President is due for a visit."

"We haven't proved that he's a Kryptonian," Anais reminded them. "And — wait," she paused, "Did you just say that the President is coming here? Like, here, here?"

Even Kara was surprised at the news.

"Yeah," J'onn nodded, "she wants to tour the DEO while she's in National City to sign the Alien Amnesty Act."

"The Alien Amnesty act?" Anais felt way behind on the news. To be fair, she had not watched the news in a while.

Kara was very much up to speed on the matter. Her entire face lit up. "It's amazing, an executive order allowing aliens on Earth to come out of the shadows and live as full citizens. She's making history!"

"Not in my book, I think she's making a big mistake," J'onn's words pulled Kara down from her happy state.

Anais looked at the Martian curiously. "You don't think it's a good idea?"

J'onn shook his head. "It's been my hard experience that humans and aliens don't mix."

"What about us?" Kara made a gesture at all three of them, apart from Alex.

"What about us? We can look like them, we blend in, a lot of aliens can't. And people in this world don't have much tolerance for others who look different. I say that as an alien and as someone who's worn the face of a black man for 15 years."

"He's making some good points," Anais mumbled, earning a dumbfounded look from Kara. It didn't help when Alex joined in as well.

"J'onn's right. I can count the number of good aliens I know on one hand, with two fingers to spare."

Kara couldn't believe her ears. "Well, I'm just glad the President doesn't see things the way you three do."

"Hey, I haven't made my opinion up yet," Anais pointed out. "I see both sides and their validity. I had to hide, Kara, and the humans did kill my mother…because of my own human father."

Kara was smart enough not to argue with that detail.

"Well, you two better be on your best behaviors when you meet her," J'onn said, drawing both their attention.

"What?" They simultaneously blinked.

"She expects National City's highest-profiling aliens to greet her on the tarmac."

"I'm meeting the President?" Kara pointed at herself.

"No fucking way," Anais mumbled under her breath.

"Unless you're too nervous to do so," Alex teased the pair.

"Nervous? No!" Kara laughed, absolutely nervously.

"Yes!" Anais wasn't afraid to admit it. "This is the woman who signed my freedom! I-I get to meet her!?"

"You two will be representing this entire organization," J'onn continued sternly, "I expect you'll be professional."

"Yes!" Kara and Anais exclaimed dutifully, but still both giggling nervously.

"And for the record, she's the one who's lucky to meet you two," J'onn said with a wink.

"Should I get a blow out?" Kara suddenly asked, picking up a strand of her hair for a better look.

J'onn's pride waned at that moment. "Oh, dear God."

"Maybe I should cut my hair," Anais started debating. It started a whole discussion between her and Kara about their appearance for that day.

~0~

To start the day off at CatCo., James called an editorial meeting with everyone about the President's arrival and Amnesty Act. He leaned back on his desk, facing the crowd of employees around him, including Kara and Anais.

"Welcome, guys, to an editorial meeting for the history books," he smiled, "I truly believe, one day we'll stand in front of our kids and tell them where we were when the President stood up for all individuals' rights. Regardless of birth planet. So, we need a banner headline. Thoughts?"

"We're going to stand here and pitch headlines?" Snapper cut in, looking unsurprisingly grim.

"Well, that's kind of how it goes around here, Snapper," James replied.

"You don't come up with a headline first, Olsen. You go on the street first, find the news peg. The headline comes second."

"Well, Cat Grant—"

"Puff princess did it this way. Put the cart before the horse. You said that already. Are you gonna be a pale carbon copy of your former boss or are you gonna be a hard news man? Make your own mark."

James had not expected to be called out, and neither did Kara or Anais for that matter. Both blondes looked between the men anxiously. James had a lot to say but he felt saying them in front of the entire company wasn't his best move.

"Okay, um...let's take a pause on the headline then," he ultimately said, ignoring the smug look on Snapper's face. "Our first priority is to get an exclusive with the President. Everything else today is icing."

"I say everything else is bread and butter," Snapper once again cut in and practically tool over the meeting as he started handing out assignments, "Scope, call the AFL for a response to the bill. Do the unions fear legal aliens are gonna flood the labor market, lower wages? How does the American worker feel about competing for jobs with aliens?"

James would let it be in favor of keeping the atmosphere light. "Fine, great. So next meeting—"

"Addison, on the CDC. What bacteria and diseases are these aliens bringing from other planets? What medical protocols are in place? Morris, you do the human-interest piece. "Inter-planetary marriage." Get quotes from priests, rabbis, Mormons, Unitarians. As for the POTUS interview—"

"Danvers is on that," James managed to cut in.

"Danvers is a rookie," Snapper remarked, "We need someone hard-hitting."

"Believe me, she's hard-hitting."

Kara nodded fervently. "Trust me, I can pack a punch like you would not believe. Plus I may or may not be running into the President later."

Snapper didn't seem to have heard Kara when he handed out her assignment to someone else. "Parker, you get POTUS. Danvers, you get Lena Luthor. Her brother is infamous for his anti-alien sentiments. The desk needs all your copy by noon, and if you want to keep your credentials, it better be clean."

Anais glared after the man as he declared the meeting over and led the others out. "I really hate that guy," she bluntly said afterwards. "James, I can't do your job. I would've fired him already. Literally. I'm saying like into the sun." She has heard things about him from Kara but seeing it up close was another thing.

James only smiled at her. "It's fine."

No, it was not fine. Not at all.

~0~

Supergirl and Solar arrived at the scene on the airport track just as the President was supposed to emerge from her plane. There was already a huge crowd waiting for her. The two aliens landed in front of the crowd, beside a young girl holding out a sign for the president.

"It's pretty awesome, right?" Supergirl asked the little girl. It was hard to tell who the girl was more awed by: the President or Supergirl?

"Do you know her?" The girl asked.

"No, no, not yet, but...I'm pretty sure we'll be cool. You know? Right?"

Solar snorted and chuckled. "Here she comes!"

The crowd started cheering when the President finally stepped out of the plane. She waved at the crowd as her security guided her down the steps.

Out of nowhere, a fireball slammed into one of the security, engulfing him in flames.

"Oh, my God!" Someone cried in the crowd and the poor security man rolled down the stairs, burning alive.

Another fireball came striking down and hit another of the security.

"Go! Go! Go!" Solar yelled at the crowd, ushering them away from the sight.

Supergirl flew into the sky to scope out the flaming enemy. Solar zipped around the area getting those lingering civilians out of the way. More flames came directly for the President. One almost hit her as her security tried getting her into her car.

Solar had taken the security to the proper medics and returned in time to see another fireball coming straight to the President. She waved her arms in front of her like a windmill, creating enough air to blow it out.

Supergirl landed next to the President, ensuring she was okay. She met Solar's eye once the latter turned around — neither one had seen who was behind the attack.

~0~

In the aftermath of the attack, the DEO showed up to clear the area of civilians and start examining their crime scene. Alex came to speak with Sueprgirl and Solar and to share what they had found so far.

"So, where's the President now?" Anais asked as the three walked a bit away from the scene.

"They're taking her back to the DEO," Alex said, eyeing her sister curiously. Despite the situation, Kara had not stopped grinning.

"She was...she was so nice!" Kara giggled girlishly. "And grateful, and she called me Supergirl. And Solar!"

Alex raised an eyebrow at Kara then looked at Anais. The latter just shrugged — Alex was grateful that at least one of their superheroes wasn't completely sidetracked.

"That is your name," Alex soon reminded Kara.

"Yeah, I know that but…" Kara crossed and uncrossed her arms, still giggling, "When she says it, it just sounds better. 'Supergirl'! How did anyone even vote for that other guy?"

Alex grew tired and cut through Kara's excitement. "When you're done fawning over your new best friend...the burn pattern is consistent with a heat-vision signature.

Kara immediately frowned. "Our escaped Kryptonian's been awake six hours and the first thing he does is try and kill the President?"

"Woah, now wait a minute," Anais raised her hands in front of her, "We need to stop assuming things. Kryptonians are not the only ones with heat-vision. I have heat vision, so does Arun. So do a dozen other aliens."

Kara heard Anais and made a gesture that she was acknowledging Anais' opinions, but Anais knew better. Kara had already placed the blame on their guy.

"Winn's working on tracking him," Alex said, "In the meantime, let's gather whatever evidence we can find."

"I think I'll go back to the DEO," Anais said, "Make sure that everyone is being vetted the way they should be." She flashed Kara a knowing smile and sped off.

~ 0 ~

Anais had called in Arun to discuss the matters of the attack. While she had no suspicions about Arun, she wanted to check out his connections. Arun almost laughed in her face when she revealed her intentions.

"I don't have any other alien friends, Anais," Arun said, taking a seat at an empty desk chair.

"Like, nothing?" Anais brought her hands down on her hips. "You expect me to believe there isn't one single alien friend you know of? Acquaintance?"

"When I said I 'lay low', I fully mean it," Arun said, "I keep to myself. It's how I survive."

Anais curiously looked at Arun for a while, and he completely let her. From a distance, she saw the President walking into the bullpen with J'onn and Supergirl. "What do you think about the Amnesty Act?"

Arun looked at her like he was about to laugh. "Seriously? That's what you want to talk about? Not 'hey, when are we finally going to start training?'"

"I'm serious," Anais shrugged, "I've heard plenty of different opinions but…what do you think? You've lived as a human and this new law will allow you to come out to the world as who you really are."

Arun sized Anais for a moment then turned the tables on her by asking what she thought about the Act. Anais didn't have an answer, at least that's what she kept claiming.

"You want my opinion?" Arun asked, bringing his hands together on his lap and crossing his legs.

"Yeah," nodded Anais.

"I think it's a useless law," Arun said bluntly. "The world is not sunshine and rainbows. There are plenty of humans who fear people like us. Hell, even your own friends will fear you."

"What?" Anais scoffed. "My friends do not fear me."

"They might not know it," Arun said, shrugging, "But deep down, they always have a little fear. I mean, take your computer friend over there," he made a nod towards Winn working hard at his desk tracking their missing alleged Kryptonian, "You don't think if you went full-on Solista on him, he wouldn't be afraid of you?"

"That's completely irrelevant," Anais said, crossing her arms. "I would never do that to Winn or anyone else for that matter."

"Never say never," Arun wagged a finger at her. "I'm just saying that this Act won't benefit anyone. Sure, there are some humans who will accept us but for the most part, I don't see the humans respecting the new law."

"So…you wouldn't reveal yourself?" Anais asked.

Arun shook his head. "Not in this lifetime, no."

Anais lowered her head pensively. It didn't take long for Arun to ask her about her opinion again. "I'm not sure," she confessed. "My own father had my mother killed because she was an alien. If the DEO hadn't rescued me, he might have done away with me too."

"So it's fair to say that you have some resentment towards humans," Arun said.

Anais' eyes widened. "No! I…I know that not everyone's the same. I guess I could say that…I'm wary of the Act. I don't know what's going to happen, and I definitely don't know if I'll be revealing myself."

"Fair enough," Arun smiled at her.

Anais let out a sigh and looked towards the President and J'onn.

~ 0 ~

Kara was fuming again when she returned home from her interview with Lena Luthor. Anais was on the couch eating some strawberry shortcake ice cream from a bucket.

"Woah, what's got you all…like that?" Anais waved her spoon at Kara.

"Lena Luthor is completely xenophobic!" Kara dropped her bag on the kitchen aisle. "I mean, so much for wanting to change the perspective on the Luthors!"

"Woah, woah, woah, let's back it up and put some context into this, shall we?" Anais fixed her position on the couch to sit cross-legged. "Can we start from the beginning?"

Kara nodded but as she explained her interview with Lena, she paced back and forth just a tad strong enough to create a draft in the living room. "She's created this-this alien identifier!" She went on to explain how the device would work once it hit the market. "Isn't this horrific!?"

Anais' eyebrows raised as she considered the future with such a product on the shelves. "I mean…I think the world is very troubled, Kara. Yeah, maybe this device might actually do some harm but…if you're telling me the details correctly, wouldn't it only work on people who choose to stick their finger into that thing?"

Kara stopped pacing and flashed an incredulous glare at the Solista. "You support this thing!?"

"I did not say that," Anais said, "But you didn't answer my question either."

Kara groaned. "Okay, yeah! I suppose people would have to choose whether or not they want to stick their finger in but—" she raised a finger at Anais— "who's to say that restaurants or-or bars wouldn't have these posted on the entrances as requirements for customers to be able to go inside?"

"That's a good point," Anais acknowledged the new point, "So, yeah, it would be bad."

Kara groaned again. "Anais, just make up your mind already! Are you for or against this!?"

"I honestly don't know," Anais continued to answer calmly and perhaps that's what irritated Kara even more. Why was she so calm in a situation like this? "I think about it from every angle that I hear, being completely unbiased but…it's hard to make up my mind when I'm so divided. I mean, I'm even biologically divided in this matter. Half alien, half human."

To Kara, she had not heard anything useful. She declared she would go write her article about Lena to turn it in the next morning to Snapper. Anais wouldn't deter her.

~ 0 ~

Anais wasn't remotely surprised when, late in the afternoon, Kara had come to the DEO angrier than ever because Snapper had rejected her article. Anais did, however, know to keep her mouth shut and not future agitate Kara.

Perhaps it was a good thing that Alex came with the news that she had an idea where their missing Kryptonian had gone to hide in.

"How'd you figure it out?" Kara asked while the three women watched Winn pinpoint the location on his computer.

"Never mind that right now," Alex said quickly, "Winn?"

"Check it!" He exclaimed. "Deep space signal. Loud and clear."

"Where is it broadcasting from?"

"The Mount Pride Observatory. And that's where we'll find our alien John Doe."

"He must be trying to contact Krypton," Kara said. "He doesn't know it was destroyed."

"Actually, no. He did not dial Krypton," Winn said the more he looked into the scan.

"Where is the signal going to then?"

"Well, according to these very cool DEO star charts, he beamed a signal directly at a planet called...uh, Dac... Daxam?"

Kara's expression immediately dropped and was quickly replaced with disdain. She took off without saying a word to anyone.

"Um, is that supposed to be significant?" Anais said, completely lost. "Alex, what's the info on Daxam?"

"I-I don't know!" Alex exclaimed, just as confused about Kara's behavior.

Anais sighed and fled the room to catch up with Kara. Even with her speed, she still joined Kara in the observatory a tad late as the Kryptonian and their missing alien fought hand-in-hand.

"Supergirl — stop!" Solar called, but Kara kept going with an unusual aggressiveness in her punch.

"Stay down, Daxamite!" Kara said with an equal disdain in her voice after slamming the man on a table.

"You know where I'm from?" The man looked up at her, groggy yet still lucid enough to be confused.

"Yup!" Supergirl nodded. "And you should have stayed there." She went to grab him again when Solar swept across the room, ramming Supergirl down.

"ENOUGH!" Solar yelled at her and then quickly got up, speeding back beside the man, shooting Supergirl a daring look for her to try fighting again. She grabbed the man's hand and pulled him up, surprising him in the process with her strength and speed. "You, you have a lot of explaining to do," she warned him.

~ 0 ~

The DEO had locked the Daximite in a holding cell and were watching him from the security feed. Kara was absolutely livid with the mere presence of the man, and she was no less angry with Anais as well.

"So…our mystery alien is from Daxam…" J'onn curiously glanced at Kara. He, like everyone else, were trying to decide whether or not this was her most angriest moment.

"I've never heard of Daxam," Winn said, expecting to now hear a lot about it.

"It's a sister world to Krypton," J'onn explained, "Both capable of sustaining life, both orbiting the same sun."

Alex looked over at Kara. "You've never mentioned it before."

"Do the Hatfield's mention the McCoy's?" Kara retorted.

"I take it your planets didn't get along," Alex nodded.

"You don't say?" Anais sarcastically mumbled and ignored Kara's look.

Kara was happy to explain the situation for their understanding. "Hundreds of years ago, Krypton and Daxam fought a bloody war to a stalemate. Thousands of lives were lost on both sides because of a pointless war Daxam started."

"What were they fighting about?" asked Alex.

"Krypton was a democracy. A world of explorers, philosophers, scientists, and Daxam, was a monarchy. With kings and queens who ruled a population of hoodlums. We had a saying on Krypton for Daxamites, "May tex kolar Daxam.""

"And that means…?" Winn asked.

"Nothing I can repeat in English."

Winn wouldn't ask again. "So, if Daxamites are as bad as you just apparently said they were, then it's no wonder this guy is trying to kill the President, right?"

"We don't know that," Anais said again, "Because we haven't really looked into it. Other aliens have heat vision, guys."

"She may have a point," J'onn said, "His reasons for trying to kill the President are unclear."

"I'll ask him why," Kara said, taking off towards the holding cell.

"Uh, are we sure we want to let her do this?" Anais turned to the others, crossing her arms. "She hates the guy and we don't even know him."

"We don't know that he didn't do it," Alex reminded.

"We don't know that he did," Anais countered. "It's biased which, coincidentally, has been Kara's problem these past days." She turned back to the screen and watched as Kara walked into the holding cell. "Let me go in there, J'onn," she said a moment later, "I don't know a single thing about Daxam which means I'll think clearly."

J'onn wouldn't argue with that statement because, had it been another situation, he would have gladly let Anais go instead of Kara. "Let's wait to see how this pans out."

Anais rolled her eyes. She knew exactly how it was going to pan out. And when Kara stormed out of the holding cell, she looked at J'onn again. "I know I'm technically the youngest around here, but I do know my stuff sometimes."

She sped down the hall to the holding cell and then walked right in. The man was lying down on the long bench and didn't bother looking at her when she approached his cell.

"What, are you coming to yell at me too?"

"I don't know, should I?" Anais crossed her arms.

The man gave a sour smile and glanced in her direction. "Thanks for helping out back there. I take it you're not a Kryptonian."

"Careful what you say," Anais warned him, bringing her hands behind her back. "No, I'm not a Kryptonian and while my friend is very upset with me right now, I won't tolerate any slander against her."

The man chuckled lightly and pulled himself up to a sitting position. "She's already blamed me for this attack on a pres-pres — whatever that thing was called. What are you in here for? Proper arrest or something?"

"I'll let you know in a bit," Anais said, "Why don't we start with the basics. What's your name?"

The man tilted his head at her, his dark eyes squinting at her.

"Okay," Anais nodded, "I'll go first then. My name is Solar. I am from Solaris, if you happen to know about it."

The man seemed to recognize the name and even stood up. He looked at her from head to toe at least twice before he spoke. "I've never been to Solaris but we had trade with them. It's supposed to be a beautiful planet with beautiful people to match. The golden hair is a trademark of exquisite beauty."

"Thanks…" Anais said slowly, "But I'm not here to talk about beauty. "What's your name?"

The man smiled lightly. "Mon-El."

"Getting somewhere now," Anais smiled back, "So, Mon-El, you want to tell me why you attacked one of the human's most powerful, if not the most powerful, figure of authority on this planet?"

"I didn't," Mon-El said, "I mean…no offence but that guy didn't exactly seem like an all powerful authority figure. He seemed like a kid."

"Wait, are you talking about the guy from the observatory?"

Mon-El shrugged. "It's the only human I've come across and made contact with."

Anais looked back at the security camera up in the corner of the room. Bingo. He's not our guy. "Um, Mon-El, what…what exactly is it that you want to do now?"

"Well, clearly, it's to get home," Mon-El said, "I don't belong here."

Kara didn't tell him about Daxamite. "Um…"

"You seem to be more kind and, not angry at me," Mon-El said, "Do you think maybe you could talk to whoever is in charge of this place and get them to help me? All I want is to go home, I swear."

Anais let out a heavy sigh. "Let me…see what I can do. Just stay put."

Mon-El opened his arms to remind her of his current place. "I don't think I have much of a choice there."

Anais smiled lightly. She zipped out of the room afterwards.

~ 0 ~

"You're here late," Winn remarked as Anais dropped into the empty chair at the desk next over.

"So are you," she countered.

"I work here. And I'm keeping an eye on our Daxamite."

Anais rolled her eyes. "Yeah, okay, I'm avoiding Kara right now. She's not very happy that I interviewed Mon-El after her."

"Yeah, you do seem at opposing odds these days."

"I can't help it. I see things differently," Anais shrugged. "Is that wrong?"

"No," Winn shook his head, "But I think we also need to take into account everything Kara's been through lately. It must have been hard seeing a Daxamite here knowing their relationship from the past."

"I hear you," Anais said, "But then what am I supposed to do over here? I see things from a different perspective because I'm neither Kryptonian nor a Daxamite. I'm telling you, Winn, I don't feel like this is our guy. He didn't even know what a President is. And given what we know about Daxam and their monarchy, I'm sure this guy has zero clue what a democracy looks like."

"I hear you too," Winn assured her, "So how about we do this: let's let Kara cool down for the night and you and I can stay here and look through some aliens in our database with heat vision powers?"

A smile spread across Anais' face. "You are such a good friend, Winn." She sped her chair next to his, startling him, and very excitedly pushed her hair back. "Let's get started!"

~ 0 ~

The next morning, Anais and Winn had compiled a decent list to bring up to J'onn and Kara. While J'onn was willing to go through it, Kara resisted.

'It's him, guys,' she had reiterated. She was kind about it at least, giving the impression she had cooled down somewhat but not enough to truly listen to them.

Since the President was going to be signing the Amnesty Act that afternoon, both Solar and Supergirl needed to be present and totally not arguing with one another. One took the sky to patrol and the other the ground to speed around. Alex also helped to scope out the crowd gathering together.

"Does it all look okay?" She asked the two superheroes while still keeping her eyes peeled.

"All clear," Supergirl was happy to report. "With our wayward Daxamite locked up, I don't think we'll have any problems."

Solar walked through the crowd, unable to stop herself from rolling her eyes. "Even though it's not him?"

"It is," Supergirl said sternly. Solar said nothing else about it.

Shortly after, the President made her appearance on stage. "My fellow Americans. Over a century ago, this nation erected a monument in New York Harbor. A Statue of Liberty. That Statue looked down upon Ellis Island, where thousands of immigrants came to seek refuge, from a home country that didn't want them, that wouldn't have them. But America took them is our story. The American people today, stand as one with history. No longer will our alien visitors be strangers, committed to the shadows, forced to the fringes of a hostile and unwelcoming world. They will be granted the full rights and privileges of American citizens. The Statue of Liberty will stand for aliens, too. And now, if uh... if someone would just hand me a pen…"

The crowd, along with the President herself, shared a laugh together. One of her colleagues handed her a pen so she could sign.

"Here we go. History." Just as the President was about to sign, a fireball struck the Amnesty Act itself and turned it into flames.

Supergirl immediately looked down from the sky to see the culprit. Solar dashed towards the President, getting her off the stage in a snap.

"Madam President, are you alright?" She asked the woman.

"Yes, thank you," the President nodded shakily.

Solar took the President straight into her car, leaving her in the hands of the Secret Service, and returned to the scene of the fight. A woman in a leather black jacket and bright red hair was throwing constant flames everywhere.

Supergirl landed in front of the woman, warning her to stand down. "Put 'em out or I'll put you out."

The woman didn't listen and continued throwing flames. Supergirl landed a lunch before the woman grabbed her in a chokehold and burned the farmer's hand.

Anais zipped by and threw the woman across. "My turn." Her eyes flashed a bright gold. "And fair warning, we're samesies." Her hands lit up with golden energy and she started to throw one after the other towards the woman.

The woman growled angrily and enveloped herself in flames. Solar smirked with Supergirl, both knowing exactly what to do. Supergitl flew over the woman and started going in circles. Solar ran around the woman in circles as well until they eventually sucked out the oxygen.

The woman fell to her knees, her red curls hanging over her face. Just as Solar and Supergirl approached her, she burst into flames and threw them both back. She made a run for it and crashed into Alex and another woman. She threw Alex into the water fountain with a firey hand and grabbed the second woman in a chokehold. Flames circled around them until they were both gone.

Supergirl hurried to the fountain to pick Alex up and brought her safely to the ground. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," nodded Alex, her eyes sweeping over the leftover scene, "But where's Maggie?"

~0~

Kara couldn't be more miserable. She sunk down in a chair at the DEO, listening to J'onn confirm that Mon-El was not their culprit.

"We should probably let Mon-El go now," Anais said, hearing Kara's questioning 'hmm?' on the side. She looked at Kara with bemusement. "That's his name — Mon-El."

Kara's brows furrowed. "When did you learn his name?"

"When I asked him." At the answer, Kara grew even more confused so Anais explained. "I went in to interrogate him after you left. I found out his name and that he's just trying to get home."

Kara let out a frustrated noise and rubbed her face. "I'm awful. I am completely awful. If I hadn't been so blinded by how I felt about Daxam, we could have been out there searching for the real assassin. And then Detective Sawyer wouldn't be missing.

"Kara, everything will be fine," Anais said, "The important thing is that you saw the light and now we're getting back on track."

"I should have listened to you," Kara said, sinking further down in her chair. Her legs dangled out a great deal. "I'm supposed to be your mentor and you caught this before I did."

"Just because you're my mentor doesn't mean you have to get everything at all times," Anais said, "That would make you God."

"Thanks for not rubbing it in my face," Kara said, sighing.

"That's not what friends are for," Anais said, "So don't even worry about it. Let's just focus on catching this person."

"Alex said she may have a lead," Kara said, straightening up in her seat. "Let's give her a call."

Anais completely agreed.

~0~

Scorcher was their target's name and according to Alex, she had a preferred hideout — a hideous foundry. She had Maggie Sawyer chained up with her arms above her head when they arrived.

Solar decided to go first. She sped down the place, unhooking Maggie and returning her to safety. "Mind if we pick up where we left off?" She then asked Scorcher.

"If it's where I was winning then sure!" Scorcher threw a flame ball at her. Anais easily zipped to the other side, forcing Scorcher to spin around after her.

"From where I stood, it looked like you ran away," Solar remarked with a smirk. "Gonna do that again?"

Scorcher growled and drew her arms back to literally fore again when Supergirl flew down and slammed her foot on Scorcher's back.

"Well," Scorcher coughed and groaned from the ache on her back, "Why am I not surprised that the President's little pets came to her defense? You're both traitors to your people."

Supergirl landed a few feet beside Solar and looked at Scorcher. "It's not us against them."

Scorcher pulled herself up. "Not yet. But I've been to half a dozen planets just like this one. You want to know what they all have in common? The locals lock away anything that they think is different. Out of prejudice, out of fear. There's a reason that you two hide your identities. And it's because the humans can't be trusted."

"No," Supergirl scrunched her face, "It's because criminals like you can't be trusted."

"I mean, let's be honest, this right here—" Solar motioned to the current predicament— "doesn't exactly speak well of you."

Scorcher looked at them with a strange smile. "I think highly of myself."

No one was surprised about that.

Scorcher acted fast and threw a series of flames towards the other women. Solar brought caught each of the flames in her hands, skidding back on her feet, and threw them back at Scorcher. Supergirl flew towards Scorcher then, punching her to the ground.

Scorcher grabbed Supergirl's arm and flipped her over, landing the Kryptonian behind her. Just as Scorcher got up to her feet, two familiar flame balls hit her square in the back, sending her toppling over a table. When she lifted her head, someone hit her with a broken pipeline across the back of the head, finally knocking her unconscious.

Maggie Sawyer kept the pipe piece drop on the ground and looked over at them, completely grinning from side to side. "You guys are fun."

~ 0 ~

The next day, CatCo. was buzzing with news for their readers. So many things had happened in the span of a few days that James had to call for another, almost emergency, editorial meeting. He had most of the reporters in his office, including Kara and Anais, taking notes.

James stood behind his desk, addressing the reporters with the final details of their upcoming issues. "Our banner will read, 'Supergirl and Solar defeat extremist alien, saving the day'," he said proudly.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Snapper came stalking into the office, ignoring the looks of the other employees.

James more or less expected that kind of entrance and went along with it. "Dictating the headline after we went out and got the news peg. You got a problem with that?"

"Not that," Snapper slammed an article down on James' desk, "Did you tell someone to kill the first graph on my story?"

"No, I didn't tell someone to do that. I rewrote the piece myself."

Somehow, that seemed even worse to Snapper's ears. "What? You can't just rewrite my piece."

"Actually, Snapper, I can," James was happy to clarify the situation. "'Cause I'm your boss. Doesn't feel good to have somebody encroach on your job, does it?"

"This is outrageous," Snapper said, his voice deadly quiet, "I have complete control of editorial content."

"No. No, you don't. I do."

"Then I'll walk."

With what was one would describe a smug smile, James leaned forward on his desk, looking Snapper in the eyes. "Get to walking."

Anais and Kara exchanged glances with each other. Neither one knew how the other was keeping in their snickers.

Snapper stepped back from James' desk. "All right, Olsen. What do you want?"

"What I want, is a newsroom governed by respect. You stay out of my lane, I'll stay out of yours."

"Fair enough," Snapper muttered, turning away and walking out of the office altogether.

After that, James saw fit to end the meeting as well and sent the rest of the reporters out.

"Nicely done, boss!" Kara cheered for him.

"Yeah," Anais nodded, "That must have felt really good, huh?"

James wouldn't deny that it had.

"Um, okay, I gotta go," Kara started backtracking out of the office, "I have to go talk to the Daxamite — I mean—" she had winced at her own tone— "Mon-El."

Anais smiled at her. "Can't wait to hear how it goes."

"Anais, I'd like to show you something," James said before the Solista even thought about leaving too.

"Okay, yeah," Anais nodded and followed James out of the office. "Can I have a clue?"

James chuckled and led her through the bullpen down the hallway leading to the separate offices. "It's nothing new, really. I officially processed your promotion and so that means…" He stopped beside his old office and opened the door for them, "This is now your office."

Anais' eyes widened. "My office?"

"Yeah!"

"Like…my office?" Anais pointed a finger at herself.

James laughed again. "Yeah, come on in." He opened the door wider for them and motioned Anais to go inside first.

She stepped in and looked around. James had already taken down his personal things and left it bare and neutral for whoever would take it next. "I'm sorry, this just feels so surreal to me."

"Soak it in because the real work starts now," James said, "You can redecorate, of course."

"Ha…redecorate…" Anais felt her mind racing already.

"I'll let you get started…" James walked out of the office, closing the door behind him.

For a speedster, Anais sure felt like time was running slow around her because there were about a dozen things she thought of doing to the office but not enough time to actually do them by tonight.

It was only exactly one hour later when she got her first official visitor in her new office.

"Come in!" She giggled. That would take some getting used to. It helped when she saw just Winn coming in, carrying a laptop in his arms. "Hey! Can you believe it? I got my own office!"

Winn didn't look all that excited. In fact, he seemed kind of grim. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"

Anais watched him lock the door curiously. "Uuh, yeah…"

Winn hurried over to her new desk and set down his laptop. "I need to show you something."

"DEO related?" Anais asked, presuming it had to be given the privacy of the room.

"Technically," Winn nodded. "I intercepted a message for you."

"For me? I get mail at the DEO?"

"...something like that." Winn reached over to his laptop and brought up an audio file.

'For the girl who is neither nor, the Solar hybrid, we will ensure that you are only from one side, the right one. Cadmus will free and gift humans strong enough with power from you. You, Solar, will fuel the army that will wipe out the intruders on this world. Joining is not an option.'

The audio finished then, leaving a moment of silence as the message settled.

"This is…ridiculous!" Anais exclaimed. "Of course they can't do that! They can't — what? — give people my speed? My powers?" She expected to hear Winn agree with her but when she looked at him, it seemed like he was considering the factors. "Winn!"

"They gave Corben Kryptonite powers," Winn said, to his credit very calmly, "I'm sure CADMUS is not short of advanced technology."

"So? They can't just steal my powers."

"Anna, you're still new at this whole superhero thing. I have seen Supergirl fall sometimes — we both have. I can't imagine what would happen if someone got ahold of your powers. Faster than the speed of light. We have to do something. We have to tell—"

"We don't tell anyone!" Anais snapped. "I'm thankful you only showed this to me. Now do me the solid of keeping it to yourself.

"Anna—"

"Please?"

Winn recognized her puppy-eyed face and also knew that he was not strong enough to say no, however…

"Okay, I won't tell anyone," he said first, giving her a false hope.

"Oh, thanks—"

"But I will be modifying your suit and who knows how long that can take," he finished with a wide smirk.

Anais' eyes were wide in alarm. "What!? But you just finished modifying it!"

"It's my tinkering head," Winn said, grabbing his laptop off the desk. "It never stops working. Even when I'm asleep, it's still coming up with new ideas!" He side stepped Anais and headed to the door. "And these new ideas may take a while to add to the suit so you probably won't be going out for a while!"

"What — Winn!" Anais turned after him. "You can't bench me!"

"Bench?" Winn scoffed. "I'm not benching you. You're just waiting until I finish modifying the suit, that's all. And hey, if it keeps you safe, then it's a win-win. Ha, get it?" He laughed at his own joke and left the office, leaving behind a stunned Anais.

It took her several minutes for it to sink in and the implications it would mean for her future. "Winn!" She sped after him. This could not be.