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oneshotnewbie · 1 month

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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.

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ynsimagines · 2 years

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Mission gone wrong

The DEO infirmary went silent when director Danvers walked in closely followed by supergirl. It was supposed to be a recon mission observe and report. That’s why Alex felt okay sending you on it without her or Kara their. However it was a trap, your team leader ended up putting everyone in harms way which resulted in multiple injuries. You unfortunately got some of the worst of it.

Kara was by your bed instantly gathering you in her arms, offering words of comfort. Alex in the meantime was chewing out the responsible party.

“You’re on desk duty until further notice. Then there will be a formal review on your employment here. I can however promise you one thing you will never for as long as I am director lead another mission again.”

Alex’s voice had been lowered in a tone that sent a chill down the spine of everyone in the room, including Kara’s.

After talking to the doctor about the extent of your injuries your eldest sister gave you a hug of her own before her and Kara took you home.

While Kara was out doing her nightly patrol as supergirl Alex helped you get comfortable on the couch. “Here babe, this medication should help with the pain,” she said handing you your prescription.

“Thanks,” you said before downing it with the water Kara got you before leaving.

“I’m sorry about what happened today kiddo, I should’ve been there to protect you.”

“You can’t always be their Alex. I was gonna have to go on a mission without you sooner or later.”

“I know, I just hate seeing you in pain,” she said hugging you. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you replied. “What do you want to order for dinner?”

“Whatever you want kiddo, it’s up to you.”

“Okay, but let’s wait until Kara gets back to order I’m kind of tired right now,” you said closing your eyes.

Alex moved your head carefully so she could sit down on the couch and have you laying on her lap you fell asleep to the feeling of Alex rhythmically playing with your hair.

#supergirl kara danvers x reader #supergirl #kara danvers #alex danvers #dc comics #baby danvers #baby!danvers #headcanon #oneshot #oc #cw

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ncis-nerd · 2 months

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Marvel Masterlist

Series:

☆ SIBS (Series Inspired By Songs) - Wandanat x reader (y/n's experience with dating both of our lovely female avengers!)

☆ Grey November - Older!Nat x reader (younger reader shows nat what love is truly like since she never experienced it herself. she shows nat that she cares and in return, they both develop feelings.)

☆ The Writer, The Artist and The Mediocre - Artist!Natasha Romanov x Writer!Y/N (Y/N is mute and has no friends. Nat is a new student.)

Oneshots:

☆ Desperate Bunny - Carol x Wanda x Nat x gn!reader (what happens when y/n is needy and tries to be slick about it? wanda teaches them a lesson. fluff and aftercare after!!) warnings: Smut, Degradation, small use of feminine pet names, aftercare, fluff. Reader has a uterus

☆ Drabble - Carol x gn!reader (Warnings: Reader has a uterus, Smut, Subspace, Oral sex, Reader sucks on Carol's strap.)

☆ Drabble - Carol x gn!reader (Warnings: Smut, Oral Fixation, Degradation, Praise, Pet Names, Teasing, Reader has uterus.)

☆ Needy Angle - Wanda Maximoff x Fem!reader (Wanda loves it when her perfect little angel baby is in her floaty headspace and she gets very possessive.) warnings: smut, pet names, dom Wanda, oral fixation, hints towards subspace, praise, sorta aftercare, fluff)

☆ But Daddy I Love Him - older!natasha romanoff x younger!reader. wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff. (warnings: angst, no happy ending, mentions of cheating, older nat, jerk nat, younger reader, wanda is kinda a dick, age gap, arguing, being ignored.)

☆ Hungry - blackhill x reader (about: dinner where our two lovely boss ladies cannot take their hands off you. you're all dressed up and so perfect for them.) warnings: smut, exhibitionism, public sex, very brief reference to politics, pet names, praise, degradation, fingering (r receiving, nat giving), dom blackhill, sub r, r has a uterus, r is referred to as she.

☆ So Long London - Carol Danvers x Reader (warnings: angst)

Hcs:

☆ How Wanda looks at you when you're being a brat

☆ Soft mommy wanda

#masterlist #marvel masterlist #Marvel masterpost #mcu masterlist #marvel cinematic universe #wanda maximoff #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #carol danvers #carol danvers smut #carol danvers x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff smut #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wandanat x reader #wandanat smut #wandanat fluff #wanda x reader

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m0nsterqzzz · 2 months

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is it possible for a Carol Danvers x reader where Reader is a new caretaker of the baby flerkens/kittens and sometimes asks Carol tips since she looks after Goose while this is happening Kamala ships it and asks Kate to help her ship set sail and the two of them tries to be like spies like the Black Widow siblings but fails and in the end Carol has the guts to asks reader out but Kamala and Kate has to do training about stealth as punishment?

this is so cuteeee ahhh

love the flerkens with all my heart so i'm so excited to write this <3

it'll actually be the first carol oneshot i've posted!! (despite writing hundreds and hating all of them lol) so thank you for requesting bestie <3333

sorry it took so long but here you go :)

pairing: Carol Danvers x gn reader

summary: taking care of baby flerkens is scary. That's for sure. But would such a positive outcome of getting a date with a pretty superhero be enough to make you stay?

a/n: love the ask, hate my writing. just like always.

carol is wifey tho so we chill.

You wouldn’t exactly say your job is superhero important, but taking care of thirty kittens who can open up their mouths and swallow you whole at any second has its own set of risks.

It started with you going to visit the vet place you used to work at as a doctor before leaving to pursue other interests. You’re still close friends with the rest of the vet’s there, so you go and visit when you have time. While you were there, your friend Maggie had been telling you about some girl that came in with thirty cats, which surprisingly, has been seen before. That wasn't why this lady was remembered in the office so well. It was because the kittens kept eating workers, just to spit them back up perfectly fine- well maybe a little bit covered in saliva- about an hour later.

When Maggie described the woman, an older blonde woman that had manners, was accompanied by two young girls that wouldn't stop getting on her nerves, and had fists that glowed when one of the girls accidentally ate a dog treat that was shaped like a cupcake. The woman's name was Carol Danvers- a superhero you and millions of other people were familiar with- and her friends, Kamala Khan and Kate Bishop.

Fun day for the office, and you could only say you wish you’d been there to see it. The smirk on your friend's face was one you see quite often, one she only has when she’s planning something.

So that day, you left the vet building with a piece of paper in hand, one that had a messily scribbled out phone number. Carol’s number. She’s looking for someone to take care of the flerken kittens while she's at work, and she was so happy to hear back from someone that she hired you without even asking to see your credentials.

That's how you find yourself here, chasing around one of the kittens with a treat in hand. Kamala, the sweetest angel, was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and now she’s in the wrong place. I.E, one of the kittens' stomachs. As Carol explained it, whatever goes in their mouths aren't technically in their stomachs, just in a pocket of time and space that starts in their stomachs. At least, that's what you thought she said. You were too busy watching the way her arm muscles flexed in the tank top she was wearing while she was hammering a nail to connect parts of the giant bed she’s building for the kittens.

Suddenly, as you get into the kitchen with the cat still several feet in front of you, somebody chuckles and leans down to catch the meowing animal before it can escape again. It’s Carol, dressed in her usual attire of slightly baggy jeans, an old band t-shirt and converse.

She holds the cat up but it’s armpits, facing him away from her and in the opposite direction of you before she says, “give her back.” That’s all it takes, and then the kitten opens it’s mouth and spits out Kamala.

You’re barely paying attention to the girl gasping for air on the floor though, instead you’re watching Carol's cute smile as she nuzzles the cat and then sets him back on the ground. “How’ you do that?” You start, trying to get your breathing back to normal. “I’ve been trying to catch him for like an hour.”

“Yeah, that was a really long time!” Kamala chimes in, but neither you nor Carol are listening.

“I learned from Goose that if you show disappointment in your voice, they’ll let ‘em go. Weird, but effective.” The blonde says before she goes back to cooking. “I’m making lunch. You want some, honey?

You find yourself turning crimson at the nickname, about to say no thank you before suddenly Carol is speaking again, panic in her voice. “I mean do you want honey! In the tea! That I haven’t made yet. Not you honey! This honey!” She holds up a honey container shaped like a bear to prove her point.

Kamala smirks, awkwardly winking at Carol and mouthing the word, “Smooth!” before the superhero finally just shoves her out of the room.

You sigh, nodding your head before grabbing the baby flerken and making your way out of the room. It’s obvious she doesn’t feel the same way and you shouldn’t be surprised. Why would a superhero like her fall for…you?

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Carol Danvers is madly in love with you.

You don’t know that, of course. But she is.

It’s why she’s here, panicking in the kitchen after accidentally calling you a nickname. Someone snickers behind her, and without missing a beat, she throws a rag towards Kamala’s head. “Shut up. That sucked! What is wrong with me? The blonde pleads, and Kamala’s eyes soften even though her tone is still teasing as she says in a sing-songy voice, “You like them.”

“No shit sherlock. Of course I like them. Have you seen their smile? And the little laugh they do whenever one of the flerkens eat something? Or-”

She’s cut off by Kate barling into the kitchen, Goose in her arms and training suit on. “What’s going on?”

“Carol’s telling us about her crush on the flerkins caretaker.”

“Ooooo! Are you gonna ask them out?”

“Can you two shut up?”

“No. I totally ship you guys!”

“Fine. How about this, if you don’t shut up and let me handle this, I’ll make you do 48 extra hours of training over the course of the next two weeks. That's almost two extra hours a day.”

They shut up.

It’s not like she doesn’t want to go out with you. That would be amazing. But she hasn’t had a relationship in years. Well, there was that little situationship with Valkyrie but we don’t talk about that!

Point is, she doesn’t know all the proper dating etiquette nowadays. Should she take you to dinner and a movie? Ask your kin if it’s okay? Recite poetry?

The two younger girls notice her spiral as she leaves the kitchen, making them feel sorry for their friend. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Kate asks with a smile.

Kamala is silent for a minute before she says, “We should go to the store and get Goose to steal ice cream sandwiches for us because we’re poor?”

“Later. Right now, I think we need to help Carol get a date.”

“I don’t know about this Kate. It’s clear she doesn’t want our help.”

“Wow. Since when did Kamala Khan not want to meddle? It’s like your favorite activity.”

The young girl sighs, petting Goose before she says, “You’re right. Carol needs our help and it’s going to take serious meddling.”

So, with that idea in mind, they come up with a plan. As superheroes, their main job is keeping people out of danger. It’s what Carol also does on a daily basis. If they can put you in a dangerous situation, Carol can swoop in and save you.

It’s why they went to the store and got 2 pounds of butter, melting it over the stove before dumping it all over the living room floor.

Just because they’re superheroes doesn’t mean they’re smart.

Then, they hide behind the kitchen counter, heads peeking over the side that makes it obvious it’s them.

You open the front door, back from your lunch as you call out for the baby flerkens. You stop in your tracks when you see the butter, eyes darting around the house as you call out, “Carol?”

She comes running in, successfully slipping in the butter before you can catch her. Kamala and Kate gasp from their hiding spot, hiding their heads again when Carol narrows her eyes towards them.

“Are you okay? Do you need help?” You say, but she just shakes her head with a grimace. “No. I’m fine. Go on. The kittens are in my room.” With a hesitant nod, you walk around the pool of butter with your crush smack dab in the middle of it, then into the hallway and towards her room.

Carol takes a deep breath while closing her eyes, deciding to lay in shame and butter. Kamala and Kate quietly get up from their hiding spot, taking her moment of silence to escape this situation. “Three hours of extra stealth training tomorrow. A punishment for this and because I don’t know how the hell you two become superheroes. And please….for the love of god….clean up the fucking butter.” The blonde mumbles with her eyes closed, the younger girls grabbing each other's arms as they hold in a groan and continue trying to sneak out despite the fact they’ve already been caught.

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After a quick trip to the grocery store for ice cream, Kamala and Kate spend all night watching movies, eating, and coming up with a new plan to make their ship sail.

Carols a good cook, having had to learn how when she got tired of eating packaged space food on her ship. You don't get home cooked meals a lot, so maybe they can invite you over for a dinner so that you and Carol can have more time to talk about things that aren't work related.

You easily accept their invitation with the idea that Carol knows you'll be there, so its a bit upsetting when you show up and she frowns in confusion. "Hey. Did you forget something?" Carol questions when she opens the front door to see you.

"Um....no. Kamala and Kate invited me for dinner? I figured you knew." You say with a frown of confusion, and she lets out an annoyed sigh that for a second your kinda scared is pointed towards you until she yells, "Kate! Kamala!

They jump up from behind the couch, the nervousness clear in their eyes. "Oh hey Carol. We were just hanging out."

"Behind the couch?"

"Yup. This is our....meeting spot. How'd you not know that?"

The blonde stares at them for a minute before she snickers. "That's another hour of stealth training. Leave the spy stuff to Yelena and Nat from now on girls." You’re still confused about what's happening, but in the end just decide to leave it be and come inside with the dessert you brought.

Carol follows you into the kitchen, thanking you for the treats with a bright smile. “I already ate, and I have to do some repairs on my ship, but I’ll see you tomorrow alright?” With that, she leaves, once again squashing any hope you ever had of starting a relationship with her.

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The next day, you show up at the house to take care of the flerkens like usual though something feels off. The air is more tense, and there’s not laughing going on from some dumb joke Kamala told like there would usually be. It’s always been such a fun, energetic home. Right now though, you feel like you’re in a library and have to stay quiet so a 100 year old librarian doesn’t come and tell you to shut up.

After a awkward run in with Carol in the hallway while you’re on your way to the flerkens room and she’s on her way to make breakfast before leaving packing her bags for the week long job she has to go on in space, she walks into the kitchen were Kamala and Kate are sitting at opposite ends of the table. They’re on their phones, both texting someone.

They’re texting each other about a new plan, but Carol doesn’t need to know that.

“What’s this?” They finally look up from their phones when the blonde speaks, her tone bitter and confused as she holds up a takeaway coffee cup with someone's phone number scribbled messily on it. It’s not her phone number, and it’s not one of the girl’s ethier.

“I don’t know. It’s something your little crush brought in. Said something about the girl behind the counter at the coffee place hitting on them.” Kamala chuckles, fighting the urge to roll her eyes when Kate begins to hit her arm repeatedly.

The archer takes a moment to compose herself before she says in the most casual voice she can muster, “Seems like you missed your chance.”

Carol’s eyes finally move away from the cup to look at her younger friend with wide eyes. “You really think so?” Kamala smiles knowingly and hums. “Yup. I do.”

You come into the kitchen with a flerken in your arms right at that moment, not exactly reading the room as you grab the cup from Carol’s hand and smile. “Thanks captain. I was looking for that.”

You begin to make your way out of the room, but she gently grabs ahold of your wrist before you can so you turn around to face her. She’s nervous, you can tell that by the way her hand absentmindedly draws stars on the counter and she uses her other hand to tap the beat of the Star Wars theme song against her thigh.

“You okay Carol?” You ask with a small chuckle, reaching over to put your hand over the one drawing stars which only seems to make her more nervous.

Kate coughs then whispers, “Chicken.” Carol narrows her eyes at the giggling pair at the table, point towards the entryway to the kitchen. “Out.”

They grumble something about her being a big baby as they leave, but you have a feeling they don’t get very far.

“So I was thinking.” She starts.

You snicker before saying, “That’s never good.”

She groans, playfully shoving you away. The joking helps to ease her nerves a little, and she can finally look you in the eyes as she speaks. “I was thinking….that if you’re free, and you want to, we can maybe….go out to dinner together? Like more than friends? Only if you want to though! I totally understand if you don’t want to and I guess this might have been a little too-” Your laughter cuts her off, but it doesn't help her nerves.

“What's so funny?” She tries to awkwardly giggle as well.

One look at her face is all you need to go silent.

“You’re not kidding?” The question comes out as more of a whisper. Her stomach churns as she shrugs. “Not really.”

You think about it for a minute before asking, “You like me?”

“I really, really like you. But it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I totally understand.”

She watches as a small smile forms on your face, then changes to a cheshire cat grin. “I….I would love to go out to dinner with you Carol. Because I really, really, really like you too.” With that, you pull her into one of the tightest hugs she's ever gotten, her arms hesitantly wrapping around your waist to bring you even closer.

You guys stand there in silence for a few seconds, just enjoying each other's embrace before she suddenly calls out and is followed by loud groans and your laughter, “Girls, I know you’re in the hallway. That’s five hours of stealth training. Really, how have you guys saved cities?"

bonus:

Carol: And me? Oh, I'm 60 years old.

Kate and kamala: damn!

Carol: ……

Kate and kamala: ……we’re sorry.

#carol danvers x reader #carol danvers #kamala khan #kate bishop #carol danvers x you #flerkens

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daisy-mooon · 3 years

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fanfic author is christian = fanfic author is going to forgive every problematic character in existence and write them all glorious redemption arks and there’s nothing you can do about it lmao

#*drives up to mcsm fandom after five years of inactivity*#*orders one romeo redemption ark fic and leaves*#*drives into the she-ra fandom after hearing it on tumblr five times*#*orders one catra redemption ark fic and leaves*#*drives into atla fandom after seeing some reddit memes*#*orders one zuko redemption ark fic and leaves*#*drives into the star wars fandom for the baby yoda memes*#*comes out with seven kylo ren redemption ark fics because DAMN my wattpad mutuals are good at finding this stuff*#no but seriously how #*renters mcsm fandom*#me: yeah can i have those cassie rose redemption ark fics #some guy: yea we have one movie fic one hybrid fic and a few oneshots #me: fuck it im taking them all #*drives up to marvel fandom*#me: hi yes seventy five loki redemption ark fics #some guy: sure anything else #me: hmmm #me: oh yes and wanda please #me: karli morgenthau and sylvie and um fuck it im throwing in carol danvers #some guy: but shes not even problematic-#me: SHUSH now do you have killmonger doesnt have a crappy childhood fics #*drives into mcsm fandom*#some guy: OMG AGAIN #me: i request the wattpad romeo fics #some guy: omg are you sure their so dangerous #me: did i f*king stutter #i will get the content i desire EVEN if it is a bad wattpad fanfiction and i will fight you to the death at the same time

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lenadoyle · 4 years

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No. 82 from the most recent prompt list, maybe? If you're up for it :) Love your writing btw!!

A fluffy one to make up for my angsty new chapter, also BABY KIERAN! 😍

Why are you being so difficult

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“You’re kidding me,” Kara huffed more to herself than anyone else.

Blowing the hair out of her face gruffly, she stood with her hands on her hips, looking like a Superhero trying to be intimidating. She thinks she would be too, were it not for the giggling baby before her. Her ultimate downfall.

She glared down at him, frown firmly in place as he wiggled about, arms and legs kicking delightedly (It was taking much of her self control to not just smile and giggle with him, but she was trying to be serious here).

“You gotta give me something to work with buddy,” she gently reprimanded. The only answer she received, a little laugh combined with a slobbery raspberry blown her way.

Another huff, her shoulders slumping in defeat. Okay, you can do this, don’t let him win.

Squaring her shoulders, Kara clapped her hands and tried again.

“One leg,” Kara narrated as she tucked one little foot into the onesie, eyes firmly fixed in his cheeky face.

“Other leg,” progress!

Kara tickled his belly as she moved to one arm, hoping to distract him so he wouldn’t notice. His squeal of delight had her smiling despite her (supposed) frustrations with him.

“One arm.” Kara felt herself wiggling her hips in a happy dance, thinking she had finally done it.

“Other arm! Yes!” She cheered, pumping her fist in the air “and now we just- What?! How the hell did you get your leg out again?! Come on!” Kara whined, head thrown back.

A giggle had her rolling her head forward again, staring down at her son. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you,” she squinted her eyes, scrutinising him as if she could see his true intentions behind his laugh.

Determined, Kara tried a third time. Deciding on a different tactic, she tried for same arm and leg before moving to the other side. Her son however, was apparently a magician, pulling off an impossible feat and retracting all limbs at once from the onesie prison his mother was trying to constrain him in.

“Why are you being so difficult! Yes I’m talking to you, little devil.” Kara couldn’t keep up her frustrated facade any longer. His infectious laugh and smile taking all the fight out of her. She ticked his tummy and blew a raspberry on his chubby cheek. “You’re lucky you’re the cutest little boy around aren’t you, yes you are! I bet you don’t put up this kind of fight when mommy dresses you though, do you? No, because you’re a mommy’s boy!”

Kieran let out a happy squeal, clapping his hands at the mention of his mommy. Babbling away in his little language, like he had something very important to share.

“It’s okay, I would do the same. We’re both pretty smitten with her, aren’t we?”

“I’m pretty smitten with the two of you,” came a teasing voice from the doorway. Kara looked over, blush on her cheeks as she took in her wife, leaning against the doorframe with a tender look on her face.

Kara’s hand on Kieran’s belly held him in place as he wiggled in delight having heard his mommy’s voice. His head turned just like Kara’s, cheeks just as pink. Lena smiled at the two faces looking back at her, how did she get so lucky?

“Are you giving your jeju grief little boy?” Lena’s voice lilted as she stepped up to the changing table. One hand landing at the small of Kara’s back, the other reaching out to caress Kieran’s cheek. She could feel Kara’s eyes burning into her head even as she focused on their son, the blonde’s gaze never wavering. “Should we show her how it’s done?” She teased with a grin, cooing happily back to the babbling she received in answer.

Kara happily stepped aside, letting Lena do her thing. She would never tire of seeing her wife with their son. Watching with fascination, Lena got him dressed with ease, the boy smiling the whole way as his mother whispered to him lovingly, brushing at his cheek with her finger as she went.

“There we go!” Lena tickled his sides when she was finished, revelling in his happy squeals. “Who is the bestest boy?”

“Only for you,” Kara chuckled from beside her, mock pout on her face as Lena scooped Kieran up. She pulled him into her chest, giving Kara a cheeky grin over his head. Lena ducked her head and whispered something to Kieran, smiling wider when he looked over to Kara. Leaning out of Lena’s arms, he made grabby hands towards Kara and she melted, lifting him into her own arms.

With a small sigh, Kieran burrowed into Kara and promptly closed his eyes, breathing evening out soon after.

“You’re definitely his favourite when it comes to sleeping,” Lena smiled, lilting into Kara’s side, hand coming to rest on their sleeping son’s back.

“He just gets too much joy out of being difficult for me,” Kara teases, “wonder where he got that from.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” The sly grin on Lena’s face said otherwise. But Kara wouldn't have it any other way.

#supergirl fic #supercorp fic #supercorp #supercorp baby #lkcubed series #kara danvers #lena luthor #ficlet #drabble #oneshot #fluff #family fluff #supergirl

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supercxrpschild · 4 years

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baby!danvers and the botched haircut

This is that dumb idea i had at 2am last night when i was full of cold medicine and very sleep deprived. Hope you guys enjoy!

(Hopefully I’ll fulfil requests soon, i just happened to write two that weren’t recently ahh)

Word Count: 907

You smiled politely as you sat in the chair, your hairdresser showing you the back of your head with her mirror. You continued to smile politely as you paid and made your way out of the store, only to start tearing up as you finally made it back to yours and your sisters apartment.

“Hey, y/n! I was thinking that we could order – wait whats wrong? What happened?” Kara stopped abruptly as she took in your face that was splotchy with tears,

“My hair Kara!” You whined, she looked at you confused before realising that you were going to get your haircut after work today.

“What do you mean?” She asked, turning you around, and then – she saw what you meant. Your hair was so jagged it was as if someone was holding onto a jackhammer as they tried to cut a straight line, and the layers – they were NOT layers. It was more like ‘layer’ with chunks of your hair being a couple inches shorter than the rest. Now, you weren’t a vain person, but you did take pride in your hair, it being such a lovely rich y/h/c.

“Ooh, okay, its okay little one! Its really not that bad!” Kara lied through her teeth, you turned around and gave her a ‘really.’ look.

“Okay so maybe it’s a little bad…” Kara trailed off,

“Kara its possibly the worst haircut I’ve ever seen.” You said, walking over and slumping down on the couch. Kara fought the laugh that was bubbling up inside her, because one, you were being incredibly dramatic, and two – she kinda thought you were justified in saying that though. It was pretty bad.

“Maybe you should go back tomorrow and get them to fix it?” She suggested, making you look up,

“Are you nuts?! I’m not going back there!” She didn’t manage to suppress the giggle at that,

“Well, then, I guess… I could fix it for you!” You got up and backed away,

“Kara, If you’re implying that you wish to use those wild laser eyes on my already messed up hair-”

“Oh come onnnn, I did it when you were little!”

“Yeah and I had a bowl cut for months after that!” Kara sighed in defeat and rolled her eyes – it was a short, but it wasn’t a bowl cut, although you’ve sworn for years it was.

“Fine, then what do you wanna do? Call Alex?” You rolled your eyes, duh! Of course! Alex!

“Why didn’t we think of that before!?” You shouted, grabbing your phone and rushing to your room to call Alex, leaving Kara shaking her head and laughing.

Alex, reluctantly, agreed to come over then and fix your hair; “As long as you guys give me food”, to which you replied by yelling out to Kara to order an extra pizza.

“I’m only doing this because you’re cute okay” Alex greets as she walks in the door, you beamed and wrapped your arms around her midsection,

“You’re the best sister ever!”,

“Hey!” Kara called out from the bathroom, where she was gathering supplies.

You rolled your eyes, then turned around, Alex let a laugh fall out. “Damn kiddo, who’d you let cut your hair? Edward scissorhands?” You hit her, but let out a laugh too.

“Okay, we got the brush, the scissors, a towel, some water… do we need anything else?” Kara spoke as she walked from the bathroom to the kitchen.

“Nope, that should be it” Alex said, pulling out on of the stools and tapping it, indicating for you to sit down.

“Alex, you know what you’re doing right? Just you know, evening it out to the ‘layer’ and stuff? Its going to be okay right?” You said, beginning to get anxious.

“Chill out little one, its going to be fineee, I’ve cut your hair before remember? When Kara butchered it with her heat vis—” Kara cut her off,

“Yeah yeah, we’ve already been over that story tonight.” You and Alex giggled as she put the towel around your shoulders and began brushing your hair out.

As you felt the brush and Alex’s fingers move through your hair, you heard more laughs. You turned around to see both your sisters trying (and failing) to hold their giggles,

“Sorry, sorry, I’m getting back to it!” Alex said as she met your glare.

She sectioned it, making it seem like she knew what she was doing, then made the first cut. Then another, and another. Your y/h/c hair floating down to the floor.

“Can I do one?! Just one little snip?!” Kara barely got her puppy eyes on before you said ‘No way’.

You shifted around, uncomfortable having sat there for so long, your eldest sister having to grab your head and position it maybe one too many times before she said,

“Will you stop moving? I’m almost done!” you huffed and stopped. A few more snips and she was done. Your hair now considerably shorter than what you started the day off with, but it was even and looked normal so you were happy.

“Thank you Alex!!” You exclaimed jumping up into her arms and then running to the mirror, leaving Kara and Alex to clean up.

“We’re going to be teasing her about this for a while, aren’t we?” Kara said, foraging for the broom and handing it to Alex who scoffed,

“Of course, you didn’t think we’d let her off that easy, did you?”

#baby danvers #baby!danvers #baby!danvers x kara danvers #baby!danvers x alex danvers #b!d #supergirl x reader #supergirl imagines #supergirl reader insert #alexdanvers #alex danvers x reader #alex danvers #kara danvers x reader #kara danvers #karadanvers #oneshot #imagine #supergirl #supergirl cw #this was just a dumb 2am idea and i found it funny so here you go

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Birthday Girl (Brie Larson x Reader)

Summary: You want to give Brie the best birthday ever, even if it doesn’t go according to plan

A/N: first of all, happy birthday to my baby omg luv u Brie sm 💞 in honor of her birthday, here’s a quick fix for the queen! I hope you guys enjoy & sorry for any typos!

Pairings: Brie Larson x F!Reader

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You had the whole day planned out. Your girlfriend, Brie, was coming home today from filming a movie and you couldn’t be more ecstatic that her arrival fell on her birthday.

You invited everyone of your friends and even hers for a big surprise party. Everything was going fine, your friends had come over to help you decorate and bake the cakes and food for the party and you at peace that everything was going good. Little did you know you may have just jinxed it.

Right when you were finishing putting up at happy birthday banner, your stove had started smoking as your friend forgot about the cake in the oven from being outside, taking a smoke break (ironic).

“(Y/F/N)!” You screamed, running into the kitchen and fanning away the smoke from the smoke alarm, going off. She ran in, mumbling curse words under her breath as she opened the oven, more smoke coming out.

She grabbed the nearby fire extinguisher and sprayed the cake pans in the oven as the fire alarm finally shut off.

You both looked at each other, you sighing in defeat, throwing the towel on the table.

“I thought I had time to just walk out for a bit, I’m so sorry (Y/N)” your friend said, coming up to you. You looked at her and shook your head.

“It’s alright, we have time to buy a cake” you smiled sadly at her before walking out of the kitchen to see Brie’s costars Chris, Sebastian and Anthony standing in the door way with gifts in their hands.

“Are we too early?” Chris asked you as you walked up to them and hugged them.

“You guys are just intime, just some mishap that can be fixed is all” you smiled at them, taking their gifts and placing it on the table with all the snacks.

After placing down the gifts down, you turn around to see your dog, Max, run through the living room with ribbons tied around his body as your other fired is trying to catch him.

“Oh my god, Max!” You yelled after your dog, chasing it around the living room as it was knocking down things everywhere. When it finally sat down by the couch, you looked around the living room and let out a sad sigh.

There was a big mess and it only made your heart ache. You thought the day would go good yet it was only turning horrible.

Everyone looked at you as you made you way to your room, closing the door as everyone felt bad about how much hard work you had put into the party, was only going bad.

Chris had been informed by Tessa, who was picking up Brie, that she landed earlier then expected and they were on their way home to which they got to work helping fix the party. They put all the decorations back up that were torn down, sent Sebastian and Anthony our to buy a cake from the small grocery store around the corner before Brie and Tessa came home.

You had come out of the room, wiping your eyes after calming down that things will be okay. You didn’t want things to go all bad but maybe something good would come out of it, you had hoped.

Looking up, a gasp escaped your lips as the place had gone back to perfect with everyone’s help and Chris came up to you, giving you a smile.

“Chris, how? What-“ you started but he nodded his head to shush you, smiling.

“It’s the least we could do. Also, they’re pulling in right now” he told you as he signaled your friend, (Y/F/N), to turn the lights off and she did while everyone went to hide.

You heard the doorknob turn and the beautiful laugh of your girlfriends as she turned the light on. Everyone jumped out of their places and yelled “SURPRISE!”

The look on Brie’s face was priceless. A big smile broke out on her face, hugging everyone who was near her as she felt estatic that people even threw her a surprise party.

You made your way over to her as she pulled away from one of her friends and turned to you. She rapidly englulfed you into a long hug, tightening her arms around you while placing a kiss on your neck.

“God I missed you” she spoke into your shoulder as tears slipped down your cheek after the absence of contact you guys have had.

You pulled away, grabbing her face in between your hands and placed a kiss on her lips, melting into it, feeling euphoria that things were now alright.

Brie pulled away smiling. “You did this party?” She asked you as you nodded.

“Things at first didn’t go as planned but it turned it alright in the end” you giggled as she pecked you lips, not leaving your side.

“Who knew my baby was so sweet” she smiled at you, as you felt on top of the world and realized that things did turn out alright. Brie was home and that’s all you could care about.

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feedback is appreciated!

happy birthday baby! also idk how I feel about this lmao I kinda rushed it oop

#brie larson oneshot #brie larson x reader #brie larson fanfiction #brie larson imagine #brie larson #carol danvers #carol danvers x reader #captain marvel #captain marvel x reader #gigglygwil brie #happy birthday brie baby #ugh #luv you loads my love

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oneshotnewbie · 2 months

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Can you also do a oneshot where B!D is the one kidnapped in season 2 instead of Alex and she almost dies because of her asthma?

Authors note: I changed the scenery a bit and wrote a different storyline because I think it would be totally weird to write the exact same episode in season two with Baby Danvers instead of Alex in it. Hope that's okay!

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Kara and Alex were on their way to your apartment, where you had planned a peaceful family dinner, when suddenly their cell phones lit up and beeped wildly in a monotonous tone. The message the two received from an anonymous sender was short and clear, but still very disturbing and frightening. "Your sister is in danger. Come to the old warehouse at the harbor alone if you want her back alive. If you take the Martian with you, she will die."

"Call her immediately!" said the redhead in a panic as she tried to trace the sender using a cell phone tracking device installed on her phone. But both the call and the pursuit went nowhere and, full of concern, the two sisters followed the instructions with a desperate expression.

Shortly afterwards the two found themselves in front of an abandoned warehouse. The surroundings were silent and frightening, only the gentle sound of the sea against the harbor wall accompanied their quick steps before they stopped opposite a shadow that only slowly approached them. "Who the hell are you and where is our sister?"

"Kara, Alex. It's nice that you came," spoke a cool voice before the shadow grew into a male figure. Despite the passing years of her high school days, Alex instantly realized that it was Rick Malverne who had been ruthlessly targeting Supergirl's family and identity for some time.

“What did you do to y/n?!” Kara shouted angrily, her eyes glowing red with anger. Malverne smiled and finally stepped into the light, where the two women's eyes met his ice-cold one. He pulled a small device out of his pocket and played around with it before throwing it to the redhead. The two of them were able to see a black and white shot of you on the small camera.

"Your sweet little sister. She will be useful for the success of my plans," he grinned devilishly and the two siblings took another look at the device in their hands. You were trembling uncontrollably in fear and with a look of panic on your face, you tried desperately to fight against the amount of cold water that was increasing slowly in the watertank you were trapped in. "And if you don't cooperate, she'll soon run out of air."

The tension in the warehouse reached its peak when Malverne stood triumphantly. His cold eyes fixed on the two siblings who were forced to be in his power. The two siblings looked at each other briefly, their minds quick as lightning as they considered how they could save you from this life-threatening situation before deciding to play his game. After all, it was your life that was now in the hands of a madman. "What do you want from us?" the redhead asked through gritted teeth, her anger running unbearably through every fiber of her body.

"Very wise of you, Danvers. You're going to help me get my father out of jail. If you don't get him out within the next six hours-" he threatened with a malicious grin and flipped a small switch in his other hand that displayed a timer on the camera. "She dies within a very short time. You have no choice."

Kara clenched her fists, her knuckles already losing blood and turning white, but she knew she had to proceed carefully. "Hop, hop, Supergirl. You don't have much time left." the blonde nodded hesitantly and he disappeared back into the darkness. The two siblings were tense as they were forced to cooperate with the enemy to save you. But in the hearts of both women they swore that Malverne's sinister plans would not go unanswered and that they would receive punishment.

While Kara and Alex reluctantly took every opportunity to hatch a plan, they tried to mislead him with a clever but stressful situation. While J'onn posed as Supergirl, Kara activated her superpowers and attacked him from behind.

When both Alex and J'onn as Supergirl took advantage of his attention and negotiated with him, the blonde took advantage of the moment of surprise. She shot forward and grabbed him in a lightning-quick movement, throwing him against the wall. Alex immediately followed her, her hands gripping his neck in a tight grip. He could only watch helplessly as his plans collapsed.

"You didn't think we'd give up so easily, did you?" Alex spoke in a threatening tone while Kara fixed him with an icy stare. They left him in the hands of the Martian who took him to the DEO and they rushed to the water tank where you were trapped and still fighting for your life. The water level rose threateningly and you were already gasping for air to the last millimeter. “Y/n, hold on!”

With her strength and speed, the blonde threw herself at the tempered safety glass until it began to shatter and you flowed out of the tank with the flood of water. The relief was palpable, but the joy of your safety was short-lived and the hardships took their toll.

Exhausted and panting in panic, you collapsed in her arms with a choking gasp, gasping for air as your siblings exchanged frightened looks. "She's having an asthma attack!" The redhead whispered, her expression serious as she realized that neither you nor any of them had an inhaler with them. "She needs to go to the hospital. There's no time to waste!"

The blonde nodded in agreement and the blonde gently lifted you into her arms. Alex also clung to Kara before she flew into the air. The night air was cool as she flew with you over the city, reaching the hospital at breathtaking speed. Doctors immediately rushed over to take care of you while Kara and Alex waited anxiously, hoping that you would regain your strength soon.

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ynsimagines · 1 year

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Grammy nominations and flower sneezes

“Kara, look at these beautiful flowers Taylor sent me for my Grammy nomination,” you said excitedly. Looking up the Kryptonian smiled despite the irritation in her sinuses

“They’re hetchoo lovely,” Kara said before turning away to sneeze into the crook of her arm. She quickly grabbed a tissue before sneezing again.

“Wait, are we in a parallel universe? Why did you just sneeze? You never sneeze? Did you blow your powers? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“No, I was allergic to flowers on Krypton that probably has something to do with it,” she said sniffling.

“Oh, right I totally forgot I’m sorry Kara,” you said feeling guilty as you handed her another tissue. Three things were sure to make Kara sneeze; blowing out her powers, dust, and flowers.

“It’s okay little one,” said Kara rubbing your arm after blowing her nose. “They’re still beautiful. Why don’t you put them outside?”

You nodded, “great idea.” You we’re about to grab a vase to put them in when your big sister unexpectedly pulled you in for a hug.

“Umm Kara? What’s this for?”

“Have I told you how proud I am of you about your Grammy nomination or just in general?” She asked proudly.

You couldn’t help but smile and feel relieved by the fact that she wasn’t mad. “Only about a thousand times this week,” you laughed.

“Well now I’ve told you a thousand and one times,” she replied. You two hugged for another minute before Kara felt like she had to sneeze again. “Oh watch out little one,” she said before turning away from you and sneezing into the crook of her arm again. She then let out a sigh of relief the two of you looked at each other for a moment before you both burst into a fit of giggles.

“Ok you should go change your clothes Kara, I’ll take care of the flowers,” you said once you calmed down.

Kara nodded before kissing your forehead. “Thanks sweetheart.”

#supergirl x reader #supergirl #dc comics #kara danvers #cw #oc #baby!danvers #baby danvers #oneshot #headcanon

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wlw-in-space · 4 years

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B!D and Kara training (self defense again) when b!d starts having asthma attack. Kara helps B!D gets her inhaler, rubs her back, helps her breath, etc...

You weren’t expecting to get the wind knocked out of you, but when Kara sent you flying backwards, you hit your back on the floor and the air you had in your lungs left you.

Kara’s eyes widened when you started wheezing after hitting the floor, so she ran towards the door and turned of the Kryptonite lights that were diminishing her powers so she could super speed and get your inhaler from your bag.

Kara brought it to you and guided it to your mouth, waiting for you to let out a heavy exhale before giving you two puffs.

Your wheezing slowed down as Kara started rubbing your back gently, “I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

You shook your head, “You’re good. Just an accident.”

“Are you okay?” Kara asked, wearing the Crinkle.

“Yeah, I’m alright, Kar. I just need to take a rest for a while,” You smiled softly.

“We’ll start again tomorrow, okay? Rest for today, we can’t have you missing game night.”

#supergirl #supergirl imagines #kara danvers #kara danvers imagines #kara danvers x baby!danvers #kara danvers x reader #kara danvers x baby!danvers reader #melissa benoist #arrowverse #arrowverse imagines #supergirl au #superfic #oneshot

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jowish97 · 5 years

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Need a break and feel like doing some Supergirl oneshots. Anyone got any requests?

#supergirl #fanfic #alex danvers #kara danvers #lena luthor #samantha arias #supercorp #agentreign #agentcorp #baby danvers #honestly anything #nia nal #brainiac 5 #james olsen #winn schott #oneshot

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performativezippers · 5 years

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You, you, you Oughta Know

Alex learns quickly that there are not a lot of things that Maggie takes too seriously.

Or, well, there aren’t a lot of things that Maggie won’t talk about with sarcasm or irony. She has a dark sense of a humor, and a wall around her heart several cities thick.

It’s easier to be irreverent, when you’re always worried about being hurt.

She keeps things at a distance.

Even her job – possibly the one true love of her life – she cracks jokes about and rolls her eyes and murmurs snide comments to friends in briefings or on stakeouts. She does her job with enviable commitment and astounding talent, but she’s not too serious.

Not like Alex.

She even jokes about her parents, sometimes. Clearly a defense mechanism – a textbook, obvious, scream of a defense mechanism – but, still. She’s flippant about it, most of the time.

Alex doesn’t press.

Politics, money, celebrities, their friends, even alien attacks. All met with a bit of light banter, a sarcastic quip. She makes people laugh about the things that make them uncomfortable. That make her uncomfortable.

It kind of seems like she doesn’t just unabashedly like anything in the way that means she won’t make fun of it.

It’s intimidating. Her irreverence contributes to her effortlessly cool vibe, and Alex always feels like she’s tripping over herself in comparison. Alex has always been a little too earnest; a flaw she hadn’t worried about as much since college, but being with Maggie has made her aware of it again.

Maggie cares, but doesn’t show it, and Alex has never quite mastered that skill.

So one day, about six months into their relationship, they’re listening to a 90’s playlist in the car on a long drive back from a rare weekend away. It’s throwback after throwback, and they’re both making each other laugh with jokes and impressions, changing the lyrics or mocking the old outfits they can remember. After a long discussion of Justin Timberlake’s ramen hair, Alanis Morissette’s “Ironic” comes on.

Maggie’s driving, so Alex is in charge of the music.

“Ugh,” Alex scoffs. “I fucking hate this song.” She quickly skips it, but Maggie slams on the brakes for a second.

Alex sputters, her seatbelt cutting into her neck. “Mags, what the fuck?” They’re on the freaking highway.

“Go back,” Maggie says, quickly hitting the gas again.

Alex is busy checking herself for signs of whiplash. “What?”

“The song. Go back.”

Alex is beyond confused, but she does it. The intro is a little slow, so she assumes Maggie just hadn’t realized what the song was. But as the lyrics kick in, Maggie’s head starts to bob, and Alex realizes that Maggie’s known exactly what it was this whole time.

After the first chorus, Maggie looks over at her. “What do you mean, you hate this song?” She’s incredulous, like it’s impossible.

Alex rolls her eyes. “Come on, Mags. The song is called ‘Ironic,’ and literally nothing in it is ironic! I mean, that’s ironic, I guess. But, seriously. Just call it ‘bad fucking luck,’ or something. It’s a mess.”

She expects a laugh, or an eye roll, or a sarcastic sing-along. But instead Maggie is furrowing her eyebrows behind her sunglasses. “Come on, Alex, this song defined our generation.”

Alex laughs – that’s hilarious – but after a beat she realizes that Maggie isn’t joking.

Alex blinks, about four times. Is…has she just found the one thing Maggie won’t joke about? Is the only thing in the world she takes seriously…Alanis Morissette?

[keep reading on AO3]

#Sanvers #Alanis Morissette #Jagged Little Pill #You Oughta Know #90s babies #to be ironic or not to be ironic #sanvers oneshot #p.zipps oneshot #alex danvers #maggie sawyer

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Hi I love your all your work and I was just wondering if u still wrote for Supergirl B!D. If you do could u possibly do a oneshot where Alex and Kara both get in an argument with B!D and they don’t make up and the next morning B!D was kidnapped and was being hurt by their enemies so they go and save her and it’s all fluffy in the end. I understand if u don’t want to do it it’s just a suggestion. I love your work 🥰

baby!danvers

warnings: mentions of torture, angst (??), uhh idk

a/n: thank you babe! i will always write for b!d/supergirl.

b!d masterlist || main masterlist

“You were being reckless and immature.”

“I was doing my job, Alex,” you said from your spot on the couch. “I don’t know what you want from me.”

You, Kara, and Alex had finished a DEO earlier. You knew that you had made some mistakes, but you were human--it was bound to happen.

Being the younger sibling of the Director and Supergirl (not that anyone really knew about the latter), you’ve always been held to a higher standard. Your mother held you to those higher standards, your teachers, your colleagues, you did. The pressure was there and it was heavy.

Being held to this standard means having less room for accidents, leaving you with no space to make messes and properly learn from them.

You couldn’t lie, you were insecure about it. You’d never be good as your eldest Director sister and your older superhero sister. It was something that everyone always acknowledged and rubbed in your face and it always stung. You tried your hardest to get up to their level but nothing ever seemed to work and it was becoming glaringly obvious.

“What you were doing was being irresponsible. You had one job to do. One. And you couldn’t even do that.” Well that kinda stung. You just stared her while she continued ranting, Kara doing the same from her spot on the armchair. “You’re irresponsible, immature, and borderline incompetent since you couldn’t do the simplest task,” she counted off. “At this point, I’m having doubts that you can be a good agent. I have never seen someone mess up so badly.”

You looked over at your blonde sister with tears in your eyes, seeing if she was going to say anything. She only avoided your gaze. You took her silence as agreement. Nodding slowly, you stood from the couch and dug through your pocket.

“Well, I quit,” you said, voice trembling as you threw your badge onto the coffee table. “Since I’m so fucking incompetent.” You walked out of the apartment and slammed the door behind you.

“Alex,” Kara began.

“I don’t wanna hear it.”

“(Y/n)? Look, I'm sorry. I took it too far. I was just scared. You’re…you’re not incompetent, just…please answer the phone,” Alex sniffed and ended the voicemail, setting her phone on the table.

At that moment, Kara flew in.

“Nothing,” she said, shaking your head.

You walked out yesterday evening and no one had heard from you since. Alex just thought you needed some time to cool off--hell she needed some time herself. But your location on your phone had been turned off and according to your neighbors, you never came home.

She and Kara had been worried sick all morning. They called your friends, looked at security cameras, but nothing came up.

“Fuck, where could she be?”

“Hey,” the blonde says, placing herself next to Alex on that couch. “We’ll find her.”

“I said the most horrible things to her, Kara. She’ll never forgive me if we find her.”

“When we find her, Al,” she emphasizes, rubbing her sister’s shoulder. “We both have a lot of making up to do. And we’ll do it when we find her.”

Your head was pounding and not the kind that you’d have as a result of drinking. It was a throbbing pain that centered at the nape of your neck and spread around. Everything was dark and it stunk.

“I see that you’re awake.”

You whipped your head around to see who was talking.

“Now, we can either do this the easy way or the hard way,” the voice said. Then, a figure walked into your vision. They were tall and had on all black clothing. “You can tell me what I need to know about Supergirl and I’ll let you out mostly unharmed. Maybe a reward if you’re extra good,” they went on, crouching down in front of you. “But if you don’t, then…I don’t think you want to hear the details but you get the gist.”

You gulped harshly, feeling your heart starting to race.

“Who is Supergirl?”

There was silence on your end leading to you getting a harsh slap.

“Who is she?”

Silence and more hitting.

It was a game of cat and mouse. He’d ask you a question, you wouldn’t respond, and he’d hit you. Slaps eventually turned into punches and those eventually turned into electrocuting and waterboarding.

They left you after a while, leaving you in a heap on the cold hard ground. You were cold and in pain and just wanted to go home.

Alex and Kara had gone to the DEO, trying to see if any of the resources there would help. So far, nothing had come up.

“Wait, I think I got something,” Brainy announced, looking at his tablet. “We might’ve missed something in the initial security camera search.” he then pulled up a video from the same time they previously looked at but from a different angle. “We get a split second of his face but that’s all we need. Brandon Sykes, recently lost his daughter in a fire. The same you helped put out not too long ago, Supergirl.”

Kara looks down at the ground, feeling some blame for you getting taken.

“Here’s the largest and closest property he owns,” Brainy says, handing the device to Alex.

The woman nodded in response and immediately set into action.

“I need a team, ASAP. Bring anything you think could help--we don’t know what he’s capable of. He’s not gonna get away with this.”

No one brought up the fact that Alex probably shouldn’t be on this rescue mission seeing as it would be a major conflict of interest. She was a great boss but she could get real mean and scary if she was in the mood for it.

Maybe Alex was right. You weren’t a good agent. You allowed yourself to get kidnapped by a man who wasn’t even that much larger than you. You weren’t able to assess any of your surroundings to try and figure out where you were. You were utterly hopeless.

Maybe all of your peers were right. You’d never be as good as your sisters no matter how hard you tried.

Just as you were closing your eyes, ready to give up, there was a large boom. But you couldn’t seem to find the strength to keep your eyes open.

You woke up to rhythmic beeps. Immediately, you knew you were somewhere different as where you were being held was dead silent.

Using most if not all of your strength, you opened your eyes and glanced around--you were in the medbay. After a few moments, Alex walked in with her head looking towards a clipboard. She sensed someone staring at her so she looked up, only to meet your teary eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, rushing to your bedside with a cup of water that she grabbed.

She gently lifted you up and guided the straw to your lips, allowing you to take slow sips. When you were finished, she laid you back down, leaving you to take a breath.

“I’m sorry. I-I’ll try to be-be better and-”

“No, no, shh,” Alex instructed, combing through your hair and pushing it from your face. “You have nothing to apologize for. It’s all on me, okay? What I said was out of line and stupid. You’re not any of those things, you hear me?” you nodded in response.

She then takes a seat at the edge of the hospital bed and gives your hand a gentle but firm squeeze.

“I love you,” she says, pulling your hand up to kiss the back of it. “Love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

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Spoiler Alert: Maybe a oneshot where Baby danvers gets trapped din the phantom zone with Kara and when she returns she can see ghosts and spirits?

The Ghost Whisperer | fluff angst

Summary: Alex and Kara take care of Y/N when she and Kara return from the Phantom Zone.

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“KARA!”

In such a desperate, determined, adrenaline-filled state that she had never been pushed to before, one wouldn’t have expected Kara to suddenly cease her fighting and freeze like a statue. But that was the kind of power that her only the bond of sisters could hold, and the moment she heard Alex’s voice, the voice she had dreamed about hearing for so long, a tiny part inside of her knew that she was safe.

Kara turned and, sure enough, there her sister stood, with the rest of the Superfriends and some DEO agents by her side. The look on Alex’s face mirrored what the Kryptonian was feeling inside — intense gratitude and relief.

In a matter of seconds, the two had collided, their grips like iron around each other. Kara practically melted into Alex’s arms. She had almost forgotten what hugging Alex felt like, and that was one of the worst pains in the world.

Throughout all this, the cries of battle and her own bruisers aching were numbed. But when Alex so suddenly pulled back and when she looked alarmed, frightened, it all came crashing back.

“Where’s Y/N?”

Kara’s head instinctively whipped back, eyes searching for their little sister. When Y/N was nowhere to be seen, a stab of panic hit her. Just minutes ago she had been here! Fighting the Phantoms with her and her father!

When Kara turned back to her with that clueless, helpless look in her eyes, Alex felt that same stab. The two didn’t need to speak out loud to decide what to do next — they both took off, further into the fight, determined to find their sister.

They skidded to a fast halt when they found who they had been searching for, but the sight that awaited them was less than ideal. Y/N was laying on the ground, curled up on her side. Looming over her was one of the Phantoms, who Alex would say later had matched the description of the Dementors from Harry Potter.

At first, neither sister did anything. Alex’s eyes were flickering all over the place, assessing the situation, and Kara was getting used to having her powers again. They quickly snapped back to the present, though, and without a second thought, Kara blasted the Phantom with her heat vision.

“Ka—ra . . .”

The blonde and the brunette pivoted to see Y/N weakly croaking from the ground. They could tell that she was only half-conscious, especially if she didn’t realize that Alex was there. Kara knelt down and Alex stayed back, not wanting to overwhelm Y/N right now.

“It-it’s . . . trying to possess me . . .” Y/N let out a small noise of discomfort and leaned her head against the ground, seeking comfort in even the briefest of moments that she could get of relief from this unbearable pain.

Kara and Alex’s eyes widened, the gears turning in their heads as they frantically attempted to figure out how to best help Y/N. It seemed that they didn’t need to fret for long, though, because out of nowhere, a blast of yellow energy suddenly hit Y/N in the chest and she rolled onto her back, fully unconscious.

The women turned, ready to fight, only to stand down when they saw a DEO agent carrying a blaster.

“I’m sorry Director Danvers, Supergirl . . . When we learned of the Phantom Zone’s existence, the director at the time had the DEO create weapons that could work against the . . . Beings here. This is supposed to free someone from being possessed by one of those things,” the agent said.

Alex turned back to look at her unconscious sister, her lips pulling into a thin line. “Let’s hope that that blaster did what it was supposed to do,” she said lowly, an icy tone in her voice. All three knew that if the blast didn’t work, the agent would have hell to pay.

. . .

“Oh my god!” Alex gasped, instantly recoiling, pulling her hand back from Y/N’s shoulder. She turned to Kara, alarmed. “Why is she so cold?!”

Kara, who was sitting across from Y/N, who had been secured on the spaceship, grimaced and glanced up at Alex. “The Phantoms . . . along with giving you nightmares, hurting you, and possessing you . . . They’re cold,” she explained.

Alex’s face softened, hearing the pain in her voice, and sat down next to Y/N. She leaned forward, her iconic big sister look gleaming in her eyes. “Kara, are you okay?” She asked.

Kara took a big, deep breath. “I missed you,” she finally said, her voice cracked with emotion. “I really missed you. We both did. And now, to be back, and Y/N being injured . . . Rao, I’ve never been that scared, Alex . . . She got hurt and I couldn’t protect her . . . And not just now. Before, she got hurt, too. I got hurt. The Phantoms hurt us and gave us these nightmares and I can only imagine what Y/N is going through and—”

She was cut off when Alex stood up and wrapped her arms around her. Once again, Kara melted into her embrace. Slowly, Alex sat down next to her middle sister, and they both watched Y/N protectively.

“I missed you both too. It was hell. And I never stopped trying to find you,” Alex said softly. After a couple moments of silence, she continued, “We’re going to help Y/N through this. She’s going to be okay.”

Kara leaned her head against Alex’s. She was unsure if Alex was trying to convince her or herself — probably both of them. Nonetheless she nodded. She trusted her big sister. So if Alex said Y/N was going to be okay, Y/N was.

. . .

Scratchy, thin sheets and the pierce of a needle in her flesh is what greeted Y/N when she next woke. Her eyes flew open and, after blinking away the haziness, she was met with the sight of her eldest sister.

A gasp caught itself in her throat and the quick, sharp pain from the needle went away.

Alex.

Just as she leant forward to meet her sister halfway in the hug she was now offering, Y/N stopped herself when a dreaded thought squirmed its way into her head . . . What if this was fake?

Before, those blasted creatures in the Phantom Zone tormented her with dreams that fulfilled her greatest wishes . . . escaping with Kara and seeing Alex again. What if this was another one of those? There was only one way to be sure-

“Y/N!”

Y/N blinked and shook her head and it was only then that she realized that Alex was giving her quite a forceful - frightened? - look and-

HOLY SH*T!

Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod

Alex’s hands were on her shoulders . . .

And she felt them!

That meant . . .

. . . This was real.

THIS WAS REAL!

“Alex!”

She wasn’t even aware that her sister’s name had left her mouth until it reached her ears and her arms were wrapped around the auburn-haired woman in question. She didn’t realize that she was practically clinging to her sister with an iron grip until Alex had to practically shimmy her way back.

Y/N took a breath and leant back as well, once again meeting Alex’s eyes - but this time her eyes held pure, giddy amusement and a bubble of tears.

“Y/N,” Alex said through her Cheshire Cat grin. She cupped Y/N’s cheeks in the palms of her hands and Y/N almost melt. “I missed you so goddamn much.”

Y/N giggled, her own tears coming. “I missed you, too, Allie,” she said, recalling the nickname she had for her when she was younger. Her eyes then travelled down to the needle, now cast away on her beside tray.

“Oh, sorry about that. I was collecting blood for a blood test, just to make sure that you’re alright,” she explained and Y/N nodded. “Let me go get Kara. I believe Winn is done doing his own medical-thingy for her.”

As Alex went to leave, Y/N scrunched up her face. “But Winn isn’t a doctor?” She pointed out, and then briefly wondered if Winn had somehow went through medical school and became a doctor while she was in the Phantom Zone . . . and the part that scared her was that that was in the realm of possibility. Really, how long had she and Kara been on?

“Well, try telling him that,” Alex said before she disappeared behind the door.

Y/N smiled and, when her sister left, leaned back against her pillows. She didn’t have long to ponder over how long she and Kara been away, because she was soon overcome with pure blackness.

That’s all it was. As if the lights had dimmed completely. Like the sun had disappeared.

Despite it only being a vision, a coldness, an emptiness washed over her. Before Y/N even had a chance to ponder over what the hell was happening, horrid cries and pleas screeched into her ears, making her physically jump. And when she did, they only got louder.

“Y/N! Y/N!”

The vision was only cast away by the powerful yell-scream-mix-of-a-thing and Y/N was jerked back to the presents to see both her sisters standing in front of her, concerned looks. She opened her mouth to explain, but was cut off when the sounds of the wails came back, this time as a buzz at the bottom of her ears. She saw flashes of grey wisps that just about contorted into sobbing, terrified versions of faces.

She couldn’t fathom how, but something inside her told her what it was, and she was sure of it.

“I can see ghosts from the Phantom Zone,” is what she told the heroes before her.

. . .

In the next coming days, Y/N healed physically from the Phantom Zone. In the next coming weeks, she worked with her sisters and other DEO agents to learn how to better control and use her powers. She even ended up figuring out how to channel and use the energy from the ghosts she saw. It was a difficult, tiring process that she sometimes wished could just go away . . . but it was a meaningful one. Besides, she had Alex and Kara there for her. Always.

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