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gregorygerwitz · 11 months
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kind of funny how that Hen and Buck conversation perfectly paralleled every single fandom interaction that happened after it
Hen: frames things in a way that makes Maddie’s struggles with mental health the core problem and outright says that her leaving was a “choice”
Buck: defends Maddie
Hen: Why are you making this about Maddie???
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pablohunie1993 · 3 months
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me outside of mark waid's window every night: has cheryl met zatara ii? has gemma? do they know he exists? do they know he's john's son? did john tell them? does he have any connection to his paternal family?
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andrewblur · 1 year
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just a reminder to block the ‘911 lb’ & ‘911 spoilers’ tag bc i WILL be annoying
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mischiefxmanagcd · 11 months
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i know this whole fight at the restaurant was supposed to be serious but all i’m doing is laughing at the whole thing. 
also adding pastor trevor to my muse list bc he is hilarious.
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okay. listen. I am watching greys anatomy for the first time even tho it has like 80 seasons and I didn’t think I would like it. but apparently I’ve regressed very far down a road on from firefighter shows to doctor shows and now here I am. And I just wanted to say that greys anatomy episode 2x17 is one of the most insane episodes of television I have ever seen. ever.
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911-on-abc · 8 months
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okay don't be mad but I didn't think that the rwrb movie was very good 🫣
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This Is What I Know Of Life
KARA DANVERS X MASC!READER
Word Count: 9.4K (I am so sorry)
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WARNINGS: Canon typical disasters, mentions of sexual assault, Kara assaulted at a bar, reader is described as muscular, has tattoos, and is ex-military, fluff, mentions of blood and stitches, get it out of my fucking sight istg
SYNOPSIS: When Kara first meets you, you are protecting her. It is amazing how everything she thinks she knows can change in just one day.
A/N: So I am only on the end of season 2 for Supergirl but my obsession with Kara is just beginning! So forgive me if this isn't really Arrowverse cohesive and excuse my obliviousness for DC. Just let me live my life!
ALL DIVIDERS MADE BY @cafekitsune
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This is what I know of life:
Love fiercely, even recklessly; Laugh loudly, even raucously; Risk everything, at least once; Live openly, without abandon; Build trust, be honest; ~Zyklon B
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Kara had no clue what she was thinking when she considered this.
Internet dating? It reminded her painfully of when she first came out as Supergirl. That was the worst date she had ever been on… until tonight. The blonde Kryptonian had chosen a black skirt this time, and an off-shoulder pastel blue blouse to try and accentuate the definition in her collarbones and shoulders, which Alex had suggested she show off more often.
Almost as soon as she met the man at the bar, she was uncomfortable. But it seemed that no matter what she had been able to say, he wasn’t backing down, moving away, or taking no for an answer. The bar was incredibly crowded and if she ended up using her powers on him, she would be seen and that would be a very, very difficult thing to talk her way out of.
Kara couldn’t look at her phone, or text Alex 911 to get the hell out of there. Kara felt stuck, and she was not a fan of this feeling. This guy was the worst, and he was getting far more intoxicated than she was comfortable with.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” Kara asked, watching her date down another shot and watching him sway slightly against the bar counter.
The man chortled, which made her extra-terrestrial skin crawl. “Don’t you worry ‘bout me, baby.”
She wanted to throw up… And then, things got ten times worse.
Kara may have had superhuman abilities, and could fly at the speed of sound… But nothing could have prepared her for the feeling of the man’s grimy hand against her rear. The blonde tensed so hard that she almost lit the countertop on fire with her laser eyes.
Kara was about to snap. Exposure be damned, she was going to break this man’s fingers until he could never even hold a glass again. Her blood was boiling and she turned to look up at him and destroy him, but paused at seeing a hand tapping her “date” on the shoulder.
Kara watched him turn around and before he could even ask “What do you want?” A fist went directly across his face. Kara gaped, her eyes widening in shock as she saw someone knock the drunk flat on his ass. He stumbled from the bar counter and onto the ground as the someone stood over his body, shoulders squaring aggressively and brows pulled down.
What does she do about this?!
“Keep your filthy fucking hands off of her,” You snarled, grabbing at his collar and kneeling down low enough to seethe in his face. For a second, Kara was worried about the guy laying on his back, but then her eyes ended up drifting to the hand curled into his shirt… you were wearing rings on almost every single finger, and you had a tattoo of a moth on top of your hand.
You may have had more tattoos but your arms were hidden behind the button down black shirt that was rolled up to the middle of your forearms… Forearms that were massive and veined, clearly dripping with power. That hit must have hurt like hell.
Kara found herself blushing. Whether it was from embarrassment, or flattery, she didn’t know.
The man on the ground groaned, looking up at you with a dizzy expression and immediately started smirking, blood on his teeth. “Ain’t scared of you, dyke.”
The entirety of the bar let out a gasp as you hit the man again. There was no doubt his nose was broken, and Kara made a face of terror as you stood up, seeing your knuckles bruising and covered in the man’s blood. Most were his, but the first punch had left a cut on your finger from the guy’s teeth.
“Are you—” Kara watched you stand up straight, having to look up to meet your gaze. She pushed her glasses up on her nose and her brows pulled down in distress. “Who are you? Are you out of your mind?”
You reached out for a napkin on the bar and wiped the blood off your knuckles and cleaned the rings on your fingers. You didn’t respond to her initial questions, but instead, asked one of your own. She blushed all over again. “Are you alright, sweetheart?”
Kara gaped, giving a remarkable impression of a fish out of water. “I-I’m fine! I could have handled him; I can take care of myself!” The super went on the defensive immediately. She wasn’t about to let you put her into the persona of a weak, innocent girl that needed protecting. She had lived her entire life with other people taking care of her and she didn’t need random women at the bar taking pity on her and fighting her battles for her.
All you did was smile, which made her stomach twist uncomfortably. You looked so nice when you smiled like that. “I didn’t say you couldn’t.”
Kara watched as the bouncers of the bar were dragging the man out of the building, not even looking at you or acting against your demonstration of violence. “Then why did you just—”
“I’m not a fan of assholes who take advantage of pretty girls in crowded spaces where they can’t say no,” You cleared up immediately. “He wasn’t backing down and you had been uncomfortable since you got your first drink… I wanted to knock his ass out for a while.”
Kara tried to focus on the entirety of your words… not that you just called her pretty. “Were you watching us?”
You smirked, not meeting her eyes before you reached down to your hip and tapped the pistol holstered on your side. Kara suddenly felt uncomfortable. Why did you have a gun? Why were you allowed to carry a weapon in a club? Who were you?
“It’s my job to watch everyone that comes in, sweetheart.”
A shout of your name across the bar had you looking up and you saw the bartender approaching you with a first-aid kit. “Why didn’t you just restrain him and call the cops?”
You smirked, grabbing an alcohol wipe and rubbing it across the cut on your knuckle. “Needed a harder lesson, Rick… Did Tommy call the police?”
“Yeah, pulling up in five minutes. They’ll want a statement from you and her, you know,” Rick pointed at Kara who immediately went pale in the face.
“I’ll handle it. Thanks buddy,” You sighed, sitting down on the bar stool and wiping off your own blood and the blood of the asshole’s that’s currently bleeding all over his cheap blazer. Kara was beginning to understand what your role here was and she sat down on the bar stool next to yours. The slice on your knuckle just kept bleeding and you tore open a gauze patch with your teeth.
“Here,” Kara immediately grabbed your hand, much to your surprise. Almost immediately, her cheeks were tinting pink as she placed the gauze over the cut and began to wrap it up. Your hands were so warm that it was making her shiver. “Are you alright?”
“You don’t need to worry about me, sweetheart,” You smiled, and Kara rolled her eyes.
“My name is Kara, not sweetheart,” She corrected as she released your hand, making you chuckle and lean against the bar’s counter with a smile that she couldn’t not respond to with her own smile. You called the bartender back over and looked at Kara one more time before saying what to get her.
“Get miss Kara here anything she wants to drink, and close out her tab,” You gently reached out and Kara almost flinched away before you slid your uninjured hand through the blonde hair framing her face and pushed it over her bare shoulder. She shivered at your touch. “Anything you want, its on the house. Just don’t get too drunk, alright?”
Before Kara could protest, you stood up from your seat and walked back into the crowd. Kara watched you walk away, biting her lip and then looking back at the bartender who was simply waiting for whatever she wanted. Kara couldn’t keep her thoughts away as her brain teased “Are you sure that the thing you want didn’t just walk away?”
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It was 3 AM by the time Kara was leaving the building. Everyone else had gone and she was one of the last patrons to exit. What made her linger for so long when she had no reason to stick around? Well, she was waiting for you…
The police had already come and taken your statement, but they never talked to her. When you said that you’d take care of it, you must have taken care of everything because her “date” had been arrested and you actually waved when they drove off with him in the car.
She wanted to talk to you again, but you were busy and she didn’t want to distract you… Three other people had been escorted out of the building that night by you, but none of them had gotten hit like her date had. You were polite with everyone else, even with them being belligerent… It didn’t make sense to Kara. She needed to know what was happening in that head of yours.
You were taking the walkie off your hip and passing it to the other bouncer as you removed the pistol from your hip and ejected the magazine. Kara watched you check to see if it was still loaded before you clicked on the safety and handed the gun and holster over to your coworker.
When you turned away, you came to a stop at seeing Kara standing there at the door, looking at you with a nervous expression on her face.
“Hey,” You approached her, rubbing the back of your neck and smiling. “Didn’t know you were still here. Are you okay?”
“Oh, I’m fine,” Kara reassured you, a smile growing on her face and showing off her pretty white teeth. “I was just uhm… Do you want to take a walk with me? I live about 8 blocks away, and you can just…”
“Walk you home?” You smiled and held out your hand for her to go forward first. “Lead the way, miss Kara.”
The two of you fell into a comfortable silent walk, enjoying the warm night air of National City. Kara held her jacket in front of her while keeping her steps slow to have them sync with yours. She took a nervous glance over at you and saw that you were smiling, both hands tucked into the pockets of your trousers that just looked so incredible on you.
“Why did you hit him?” The question seemed to catch you off-guard. When you looked up, Kara clarified, adjusting her glasses. “I saw you throw others out… You didn’t hit those guys. Why’d you hit that guy?”
 You took a long moment to consider why exactly you hit him. Kara was getting worried, like you didn’t really know what made you snap and attack a patron in such an unprovoked way. The way your fingers rubbed at the skin on your cheek and how your stride seemed to slow to almost a stop. Kara frowned, waiting patiently for your answer.
“He didn’t deserve to be near you,” You stated coldly. “Saw him four nights in a row with four other girls… Each time, he wouldn’t keep his hands to himself. I guess seeing him do it to you really pissed me off.”
“But you don’t even know me,” Kara said.
You sighed. “I don’t. But pretty girls like you have always been one of my weaknesses. I guess I got a bit protective—I don’t know,” The confession felt like vinegar on your tongue and Kara came to a full stop in her walk as she stared up at your face. “I’m sorry, miss Kara. I was in the wrong. I took matters into my own hands instead of doing the right thing.”
The silence was no longer comfortable around you two. It was tense and Kara felt almost uncomfortable… Not because she was upset with you or scared of you. But because she seemed to almost like how you defended and fought for her at the bar. She had friends that would defend her, and her sister would always be by her side… But no one had displayed this level of protectiveness over her before.
You looked down at her and cautiously stepped forward. When Kara didn’t step back, you decided that she wasn’t going to pull away and you reached down, tracing your fingertips across her forehead and brushing her blonde hair away from her face. Kara blushed, watching as you tucked the blonde locks behind her ear around her glasses.
Kara reached up and held your hand against her face, leaning into your palm and basking in the cool of your soft touch. You stroked your thumb across her cheekbone and smiled, pulling your hand back and leaving the blonde to pout a little at the lack of contact.
“We should get you home, sweetheart. It’s getting late.”
Why did the idea of leaving you make her so sad?
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The chaos that flooded the top floor of CatCo was very familiar to Kara. Only this time it had nothing to do with Supergirl, and everything to do with the bar last night. She saw on the dozens of TV screens her date being hauled out of the building covered in his own blood.
“Kara, wasn’t that…” The sound of Winn’s voice didn’t surprise her, but she still stepped to the side trying to avoid his questions. “That was the guy you—”
“The guy I went out with, yes, I’m aware,” Kara sighed, pushing her glasses on her nose and trying to relax her emotions. She chose to listen to the broadcast, but normally she’d tune it out to ignore the words that the news said.
“-Richard Hendrics was apprehended outside of a nightclub just off of 45th Street, guised under a fake name ‘Ivan Neward.’ Authorities have Hendrics in custody after the club’s security guard took down the perpetrator; we have her words from the scene last night.”
Kara felt her face heat up when the screen changed, and your interview pulled up.
“I’ve seen this guy five times this week. He shows up, brings another girl, and gets drunk. We do what we can to protect everybody that walks through those doors, but things are chaos during these nights. We need everybody to be vigilant, and if you see someone being uncomfortable and they look as if they are in danger, you have to speak up. Protect each other.”
Your voice carried throughout all of the office room and Kara felt her heart pound inside of her chest. You cared so much for others, and it was so sweet to see your concern for everybody—for her.
“Was there a woman here tonight that you protected? Where is she now?”
The camera attempted to pan over to the club and try to find Kara inside before you grabbed the camera and yanked it away. “She is not part of this interview. That is all I will say on this, no more questions!”
Chaos erupted as you began walking away. Kara bit her lip, watching you walk away. You looked so good going back inside of the building and away from the scene outside. Winn looked over and saw just how bad Kara was blushing at seeing you on the screens and bit down on her bottom lip… She used to look at James like that. What was she thinking?
“You got that weird little smitten face,” Winn said, nudging Kara with his hip. “Who is she?”
“Who?” Kara looked up. “Oh! Uhm, sh-she’s just a… some girl from the bar. She kind of p-protected me from that guy and uhm… It-it’s a long story.”
Kara just brushed it off, trying to ignore the feeling of shivers going over her spine as the interview freeze framed on you looking like you were about to knock the reporter’s lights out. Evidence of blood on your fist was a dead giveaway that you were the one that beat up Hendrics.
“Was she the one that—”
“Kicked his butt? Yeah.”
Kara immediately turned away from the screens and sat down at her desk for a grand total of five seconds before she heard Cat calling her name… or, not exactly her name.
“KYRA!” The Kryptonian huffed before she stood from her chair and aggressively walked into Cat’s office.
“Ms. Grant?”
“You see this woman?” Cat stood in front of the TV screens. Your image was plastered on every single one of them. Kara felt her stomach twist. “She is… inspiring. She is an everyday hero and inspired thousands of women to speak up and defend each other. The internet is exploding with confessions of dates that have gone wrong, and countless sex offenders have been arrested in all but twelve hours.”
Kara was speechless, but in Cat’s presence, that happens very often. The woman was a legend, and she was calling you inspiring. “I want that woman.”
“You—you want her?”
Cat turned around slowly, staring at Kara like she was an idiot. “I need an exclusive with that woman. She’s the height of the media; the face on every news station. As violent as she may be, she is someone that deserves to be heard.”
“Oh, you want to interview her—” Kara took a deeper breath, like she couldn’t believe that the idea of Cat Grant wanting you carnally even crossed her mind.
“Kyra, I could not have been clearer. My days of experimentation are over after drinking all night with Madonna,” Kara blinked a few times, trying to comprehend what she just kind of haphazardly admitted. Cat Grant had experimented with women—no, she experimented with Madonna! What the actual—
“Get me that woman. I want an interview today! Go, now!”
Kara nearly stumbled out of the room to escape from Cat’s hungry gaze. It made her uncomfortable for a whole new reason; one she didn’t truthfully like. There was one thing she had on her focus now, and she wasn’t sure that she was up to the task.
Winn ran up next to Kara’s desk as she went into her phone and scrolled through the contacts inside of it like her life depended on it. “What did she say? What are you doing?”
“Cat wants an interview,” Kara clicked on one of her contacts and stood up, slowly stepping in a circle and waiting.
“Interview with…”
“Hi! Hello, hi, I don’t know if you remember me. We met last night at the club? Kara Danvers?”
A soft chuckle sounded on the other end and Kara shivered at your voice. “How could I forget? What can I do for you, miss Kara?”
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Two hours went by. Two full hours of Kara sitting at her desk like one wrong move would make the building explode. Every few seconds she would look at the door and wait for you to come out of the elevator, but she couldn’t hear or see you… You were unlike Cat when she was in her elevator. She always talked to herself. You were silent.
But there was one thing she did hear… a very, very fast heartbeat. It was definitely yours. She recognized it from the night before. Oh, you were nervous?
The elevator doors dinged, and you stepped off and rounded the corner. When she saw you, her heart almost exploded, and the sound of crunching could be heard across the room. Kara looked down and saw her computer mouse in pieces.
You were wearing a custom-made suit in Kara’s favorite color. The navy blue accentuated your skin tone flawlessly and you had your hair styled in a way that could make the straightest girls falter in their steps. Silver rings decorated your fingers, and a silver chain was wrapped around your neck in a light choker. You looked… holy Rao, you looked incredible.
“Hey, uhm…” You stopped at one of the desks nearby and looked down. “I’m looking for Kara Danvers?”
The blonde stood from her desk and walked a little too fast over to you, almost tripping to get to you along the way. “Hi! I’m so glad you could make it,” Kara looked you up and down, from your coat down to your dress shoes. “Wow, you look amazing!”
You blushed, a hand running through your hair. “Well, if you think I look good, you look amazing. Lavender is definitely your color, really brings out the blue in your eyes.”
Her entire face went red, and she had to look away for a second just to calm her heart down. For a second, she thought she was going to fly away and had to force her feet to stay on the ground. Why is it when you said things like that, it made her stomach twist?
“Kyra,” The Kryptonian heard Cat’s voice and turned around hard enough to whip you in the face with her ponytail. You made a face of disgust and peeled a piece of blonde hair from your glossed lips. “Do not crowd our star… Cat Grant, it is so nice to meet you.”
The smile that radiated from your face was enough to make Cat blush. “Oh, it’s an honor to meet you, Ms. Grant. I love the work you’ve done with Supergirl! Every time I read one of your stories, I’m starstruck with her all over again.”
Kara gaped for a split second. You liked Supergirl? Wait, your heart rate was rising again and she could hear all of the blood rushing to your face and down… You had a crush on Supergirl!?
“Understandably, all men and women adore her both as a hero and as an attractive woman,” Cat shrugged like it was obvious, stepping towards her office and beckoning for you to follow. You did, without hesitation, waving at Kara and stepping into the office where the interview of a lifetime would be taking place. Not for you, but for Kara specifically.
Almost immediately she sat down and began to listen to you with her super hearing.
“What happened last night? Well… there was a girl. She was being harassed at the bar by her date and I guess I had enough of seeing him take advantage of women to last me a lifetime. I reacted on instinct and protected the girl.”
“Cameras saw blood on your hands,” Cat said, looking down at the recorder on her desk. “Did you hit him?”
You hesitated for a second. Kara almost expected you to deny it.
“I did,” You said. “It was more instinct than thought, Ms. Grant. Fear of that girl being hurt set in, and I went on the offensive. I’ve seen the men who have my job do much worse, and they carry guns just like me.”
“But we are women,” Cat stated. “We are expected to keep calm in the face of terror and hold it together no matter how scary the world is. Speak up, but don’t be a bitch. Defend yourself, but don’t be aggressive. Protect each other, but don’t travel in groups.”
“I’ve never really been like other women,” You said without letting her fully finish. “I’m sure you can see that, Ms. Grant?”
Kara heard Cat hum, and she knew she was looking at you all over like she wanted to eat you alive. “Yes, your aesthetic is very butch, it’s not that hard to see how very non-heterosexual you are.”
A very odd silence carried within the walls of the office before you cleared your throat. “You have something you want to ask me, Ms. Grant.”
“Who was the girl you protected?”
Kara tensed up, and she felt for a second that you might actually tell her that she was there, and she wouldn’t be able to stop you even if she wanted to. But just like last night, you surprised her. “I don’t know her name, Ms. Grant. If you only wanted me to come in here to find out who I was fighting for, I’m going to have to disappoint you.”
Kara let out a breath of relief, dropping her shoulders and relaxing in her seat. She finally stopped listening to the conversation going on in the other room and about seven minutes later, you stepped outside of the interview and removed your phone from your pocket.
“How did it go?” Kara pounced on you. “Did you mention me? Did you say anything about what happened?”
Before Kara knew what was happening, you grabbed her by the arm gently and led her out onto the terrace to avoid prying eyes and unworthy ears. The Kryptonian looked so confused and somewhat shocked by your actions. “Was it that bad?”
“No, it was fine,” You defended. “I kept my promise and didn’t involve you in it.”
“Yeah, uhm… why are you doing that exactly?” Kara adjusted her glasses for almost the thirteenth time that day. You noticed she fussed with them when she was nervous or overwhelmed in some way. “I mean, I have no reason to hide or anything. I can take the heat from the interviews and things, and I mean, it was me that he tried to—”
“I know you can handle yourself, miss Kara. That isn’t what I’m afraid of,” You leaned back on the bar of the balcony and Kara watched the veins in your hands flex. “I’m afraid of the media treating you like some victim, which you wish to not be. The second I tell everybody that it was you he was after, you become the front of sympathy tabloids. I guess… I am trying to protect you, but in a different way.”
Kara took a few moments to truly process what you said and looked deep into your eyes. So deep that she almost x-rayed you. Her fingers flexed against the bar she was holding, and a soft, tense breath escaped her chest.
“Well, I can… take care of myself?” Kara stumbled on her words, and you simply chuckled. Before she could stop you, once again, you were reaching out.
“I see that,” You slowly ran your fingers under a stray lock of blonde hair and slowly tucked it behind her ear, your strong hands lingering against her skin and gently stroking your fingertips across her cheekbone and down to her jaw. Kara felt as if you stole her breath away. “And you… have the prettiest smile I have ever seen.”
“I…” Kara was beginning to shake, almost like she was vibrating in place. You smelled so nice, and you felt so cool against her warm Kryptonian skin. And in five seconds flat, Kara was gone out of your sight with a simple “I have to go!”
All you could do was frown at her running away, looking down at your hand and wishing her warmth was back against your calloused skin. You sighed and leaned back against the rail, rubbing at your face and attempting not to smear your eyeliner. “Sweet moments never last, I guess…”
You headed back inside and noticed that Kara was nowhere to be found. With a deep, disappointed sigh, you began walking towards the elevator with your hands tucked into your trouser pockets. Wherever the blonde went, she was doing a damn good job at avoiding you.
You texted her, making sure that you didn’t overstep in any way.
“I’m so sorry if I made you uncomfortable, sweetheart. It was never my intention. I hope you have a good rest of your day.”
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Kara was staring at her phone screen for almost a full day. Every spare second that she had, she looked at the text you sent her, and her stomach began flipping all over again. She was so engrossed with how she would respond that even Alex was noticing. Her sister saw that she was simply staring at the screen, not typing or responding… she didn’t recognize your name.
“You plan on responding?” Alex teased, pausing the movie in front of them. Kara flinched, almost dropping her phone and looking over at her sister like she was just caught watching an R-Rated love scene. “Who is that?”
“N-No one! She’s nobody— n-not anybody,” Kara attempted to tuck away her cellphone, but Alex was faster, grabbing the device and reading what was on screen. “Wait, Alex, come on!”
“ ‘I’m so sorry if I made you uncomfortable, sweetheart.’? Who is calling you that?” Alex teased, looking at her sister and smirking as the blonde sighed and dropped her face into Alex’s leg.
“She’s just… the security guard from the bar the other night,” Kara admitted, her face burning the deepest shade of pink. For a second, Kara remembered how good you smelled and how chilled your skin was against her face, and it sent a very vicious shiver down her spine.
Alex noticed. “How’d you get the security guard’s phone number?”
“It’s a long story—”
“Well then start from the beginning?”
And so, Kara did. Kara told Alex everything that happened, not sparing a single detail and not leaving anything up in the air for guessing. She needed Alex to know every single detail and every single emotion that was passing through her in that moment.
“I don’t understand Alex,” Kara sighed, looking down at her hands. “It’s like I can’t think when I’m near her… Like my heart is about to leap from my chest and my hands feel like they’re vibrating! It was like that first time I was Supergirl… when I first saved the plane? That… adrenaline, that feeling of—”
“You like her.”
Kara had to stop her words, staring at her sister like she had just told her the biggest secret in the world. Her entire body started vibrating and Alex put her hands on Kara’s shoulders so the Kryptonian didn’t accidentally fly away. “I like her? What are you—”
“You acted just like this with every single crush you’ve had before, Kara,” Alex reassured. “And it’s okay… You are allowed to like this girl. She sounds great; I’d love to meet her someday.”
The blonde was silent for a good long while before she looked down at her phone and nearly threw it out of the window when she saw that you were calling her. The phone slammed on the coffee table and Kara jumped up, hiding from the device like it was a bomb about to explode.
“OhmyRao! Oh no, she’s calling— Alex, what do I do!?”
Alex rolled her eyes before she answered the phone, much to Kara’s horror. “Hello?”
You were so tense that the sound of another voice didn’t register. No, all you wanted was to talk to Kara and explain yourself so you couldn’t drive her away or scare her off.
“Kara! Hi,” You didn’t expect her to answer. “I uhm… Sorry for calling you so late and unexpected, I just… I don’t know, I need to explain myself? I’m sorry about today, and I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable this afternoon. I don’t know what came over me.”
Alex smirked as she held her foot out, pressing it into Kara’s chest. Kara could stop her if she wanted to, but a part of her wanted to hear you out on this. Without interrupting you.
When Kara didn’t respond, you feared that she may have hung up on you. But against your better judgment, you started talking again. “I feel like I got the wrong impression from you. So, this may sound absolutely insane but… If you are willing, I would like to have dinner with you? Tomorrow night?”
The silence was almost deafening. Kara looked at Alex and the blonde seemed like she was about to throw up or pass out, maybe even both. Alex grinned from ear to ear and decided to respond for her, much to Kara’s complete and utter torture. “Tomorrow night sounds amazing.”
Kara could hear you sigh a breath of relief, almost like you had been holding it waiting for her answer. “Oh great! Great, uh… I will text you all of the details then? 7:30?”
“7:30, I will be there,” Alex chuckled and looked at Kara who looked like she was about to start screaming. “Goodnight… Sweetheart.”
When Alex hung up, Kara immediately dropped down behind the couch and curled into the fetal position like she wanted to do nothing but vanish into the floor and scream until her breath ran out. The DEO agent started cackling and tossed the phone over to Kara, laughing even harder when the device smacked her in the head.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!”
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You had spent the entire day pacing in your loft, looking at all of the clothes inside your closet and trying so hard to decide on something to wear like your life was on the line. All you wanted to do was impress this girl and show her the best time of her entire life. Kara was unlike anyone you’ve known… and you wanted to know even more.
Deciding to keep things semi-formal, you chose a black long-sleeved turtleneck with a delicate silver chain and gray trench coat. The black boots completed the look, and you tried very hard to not overthink things as you stepped out of your apartment, only to stop and gently pet your orange tabby cat on the head. “Stay put, Tigger. Love you.”
You triple-checked the address on your phone, standing outside of the restaurant that you and Kara picked out together. Asian was your idea and Kara leaped at the opportunity. You tried not to fumble with the box inside your jacket pocket, biting down on your lip and doing your best to calm your beating heart.
It had been years since your last date… work had always got in the way, and you tended to scare off a lot of “candidates”. Your hands were shaking, and you wanted to kick at the wall but then you’d look semi-psychotic.
Of course, your train of thought was completely derailed when you looked up in time to see the most beautiful thing you’ve seen in your entire life…
Kara Danvers, wearing a lavender dress with a white cardigan overtop, the skirt reaching just above her knees, matched with white heels. Her hair was held back with a ribbon braided into her blonde locks, complete with those turtle shell glasses that you thought were so cute on her that it made your heart flutter.
How did you get this lucky to be out with her?
“Hi!” You chirped, stomach tightening as you looked at the most gorgeous female that’s been in your vision. “Uh… wow, you look beautiful, Kara.”
“Thank you,” Kara blushed, looking down at her heels for a brief moment and biting her lip. “And you look… I don’t even have the words for it!”
Now it was your turn to blush, heart fluttering as you gently twist your fingers together. Kara noticed the bandages on your knuckle, but it seemed underplayed by all of the rings on your fingers. This was the first time in a long time that Kara had been on a date, and she actually had hopes for this one. All of the other ones? They were a huge letdown.
Kara was now keeping score in her head. What she didn’t expect was for you to open the door for her. Wow… one point for you!
“Ladies first,” You held out your hand for her and she could tell that you were more charming and polite than any man she has been out with in her entire life.
The hostess led you both to the table in the very quiet restaurant that had live music playing softly nearby. The dining area was dimly lit, and the only light was from a very soft glow of the light above the table. Kara was about to approach her seat when you jumped forward and pulled the chair out for her, smiling and gently pushing it in once she was sat down.
“Well, you certainly know how to make a girl feel special,” Kara chuckled, sitting down and removing the cloth napkin from the plate and laying it over her lap.
You stripped off your jacket and draped it over the back of your chair, sitting down across from her and folding your hands overtop the table in front of her. “I find it hard to believe that you are treated any less when you go on dates.”
Kara chuckled, shrugging her shoulders. “Yeah… the dates I’ve been on? Not exactly anything to write home about.”
You make a face of complete horror, doing a remarkable impression of a fish out of water. Kara simply took a sip of water to try and break the tension, but you weren’t breaking eye contact. Maybe you wanted her to explain?
“Okay, most of the guys I’ve been with? They are too focused on their phones… and they ditch me after twenty minutes at most,” Kara sighed, adjusting her glasses. “Maybe I’m just not that interesting?”
You sat back a little, rubbing a hand across your jaw and sighing deep in your chest.
“Kara Danvers,” You reached out for her hand, and she blushed at how cold it was. “You have not been treated like the lady you have deserved… it will be an honor to show you a time that you won’t ever forget.”
A single moment passed as Kara smiled and leaned forward, almost challenging you. “I’m keeping score.”
Challenge accepted.
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The night was absolutely perfect. Kara had literally never felt more heard in her entire life. At one point during the evening, Kara heard your phone chirp, and you removed it from your pocket. Kara was about to deduct a point for that, but you immediately turned it off and put it face down on the table, apologizing for the interruption.
Surprise was all over her face as you simply cut off all communications with everybody just to listen to her silly story about something that happened at CatCo. And you were hanging on literally every single word she uttered and every syllable that tumbled from her lips.
You had ordered a beautiful bottle of wine to go with the food she ordered, which consisted of pork potstickers, crab fried rice, and a beautiful plate of scorpion roll sushi. You didn’t even bat an eye as you listened to every single word she said and when she would ask you questions, you were happy to answer with honesty.
“-After the army, I was just feeling a bit lost,” You admitted, pausing to take a sip of the wine and leaning back in your chair. Kara leaned forward, almost like she wasn’t close enough to hear you. But in reality, it was so quiet that it was easy to feel like you two were the only ones in the entire universe. “I bounced around from place to place, looking for a job where I felt like I was making a difference. And don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with working retail… but the night life called to me? The club reached out to me, and it was easy for me to be security.”
“Ex-military,” Kara smiled. “No wonder you’re so strong…”
“Well, I do work out every day,” You shrugged like it was no big deal, but in reality, you were flexing and trying to impress her. Kara giggled at seeing you put your hands behind your head and leaned back in her chair herself, allowing a moment for her dinner to settle.
The moment was comfortable as the music played inside of your own little world you two created together. “This is actually really nice…”
You smiled. “I promised a night to remember,” You glanced up at the musicians and then at Kara. “Would you like to dance with me?”
“Here?” Kara giggled, eyes wrinkling with humor as you stood up from your seat and held out your hand. “In the middle of the restaurant?”
All you did was keep your hand out for her and Kara thought about it for a few seconds before deciding screw it and placed her hand into yours. The cold of your rings bit into her warm skin as you lifted her from the seat and placed a gentle hand on her waist. When Kara’s hand met your shoulder, you two began swaying gently back and forth to the soft music inside of the restaurant… It really felt like it was just the two of you in the entire universe.
Kara felt so warm against you… So gentle and so sweet, almost like she was an angel in your presence. You couldn’t help it. Very slowly, you leaned your head down and rested your cheek against the top of her blonde hair, breathing her in like this was going to be the last time you ever got to feel her against you.
Kara bit down on her lip and pressed her face into your chest, feeling the soft swell of your breasts against her face and realizing that she didn’t hate the feeling… In fact, you felt comfortable and cool and all of the things that she loved in the world. But the best part? From here, she couldn’t just hear your heartbeat… she could feel it.
“Your heart is racing,” She whispered against you. Almost comically, your hands began trembling as you slid one through her soft blonde hair and twisted it in between your fingers.
Kara could feel it. You were terrified. “I… Don’t want to mess this up,” You pulled back slowly and looked down to gaze into those beautiful blue eyes. “How’s my score?”
The Kryptonian smiled, her eyes twinkling. “One final test for you?”
“Name it,” You begged.
Kara smiled, hypnotizing you with those pretty glossed lips of hers. “I would rather show you.”
The blonde slid one hand up to the back of your neck and then you felt those warm fingers through your hair. Oh, she was so beautiful, and she felt so perfect in your arms, and you wanted nothing more than to kiss her… but you weren’t going to move until she did. Kara needed to do this first.
She inched closer and closer, and you could feel her breath against your face. It was almost chilled… You waited patiently, hoping she would continue—
The entire restaurant trembled around you both and on instinct, you grabbed at Kara’s waist, preventing her from falling over. The pounding in your chest went haywire as you looked out of the window and saw the street was literally on fire! “What the hell—”
Patrons in the restaurant went crazy and began to run for the exits. But in doing so, you couldn’t have held onto her even if you tried. “Kara? Kara!” You called out her name, fear rising at the idea of losing her within the crowd of terror as patrons shoved you outside and into the streets that were blazing alive.
Standing on the street now, you could only look on in abstract horror as a blue-skinned, horned face alien was breathing literal fire and setting the streets ablaze. You took the smallest step backward and realized that was your mistake. The alien sent a very powerful blast in your direction, and you went from your feet to the air.
The blast lifted you from the ground and your entire body slammed into the windshield of a truck, glass shattering all around you and slicing your sweater and into your skin. You would no doubt need stitches now.
The impact didn’t knock you out, but it made you slightly dizzy as you crawled off the remains of the truck and stumbled against the concrete, bracing yourself against the hood and rubbing at your forehead. “Fuck…” You only had one thing on your mind… “Kara, where are you?”
Another blast was about to hit, and you had no time to brace for impact. The alien seemed to hate you for some reason because he kept targeting where you were standing. You slowly stepped back and your body pressed into the steel of the truck, waiting for the next hit. You crouched down and attempted to shield yourself… but it never arrived.
You looked up and let out a surprised gasp at seeing the red cape in front of you, and beautiful blonde hair that flowed down in waves down her back. It was unmistakable who it was. “S-Supergirl!”
The hero turned to look at you, smiling a little but the grin dropped as soon as she saw the blood seeping into your clothing. “You’re hurt—”
“I’m okay,” You said, trying not to look weak in front of the Kryptonian. Your heart pounded in your chest as you began to look around even more frantically, desperate to find your date in the sea of terrified residents of National City. “Where is she? God, please—”
“Kara Danvers sent me,” Supergirl placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. Your eyes widened in surprise at her statement. Kara sent her? “She’s in a safe place… I hear you are ex-military. Can you help me clear these streets?”
Supergirl was asking for your help? Suddenly the wounds in your skin seemed so minor as you stood up and at attention to the superhero that began to rise from the ground and look as regal as inhumanly possible. She really was incredible… “You can count on me, Supergirl.”
“Ms. Danvers speaks highly of you,” Supergirl said and bolted away.
You immediately jumped into action and began to direct people away from the threat of the alien terrorizing the city. You helped them down into the subway stations to avoid the dangers of the fire and the battle between whatever that creature was and Supergirl herself. But the more you moved and the faster your heart raced, the more your wounds began catching up with you.
Blood was dripping from your sweater and onto the stone steps of the subway. Sweat dripped from your forehead and you nearly stumbled down the stairs and onto the concrete below you.
“Hey, hey,” The new voice resonated in front of you and all you could do was look up and see a woman with short brown hair and a soft look, almost like she knew you. She was dressed in all black and had a gun on her hip. “Eyes on me? Are you okay?”
When you didn’t respond, could only blink slowly, the woman was getting concerned with your state of health. You very faintly heard her say “Can you hear me?” but then you could only reach for the railing before falling to the concrete stairs.
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The horrible sensation of needles pressing into your skin woke you up from the deep unconscious state you were in. It reminded you of the tattoo on your upper back and you just couldn’t stop yourself from hissing in pain and flinching at the stab.
“Ow,” You twitched, opening your eyes and immediately wanting to close them with how bright the lights were. But something was off… This did not smell like some hospital? Isn’t that usually where someone ends up when they hit the windshield of a truck?
“Try not to move,” A voice said from above you. It was the woman from the alley… for some reason, now her voice was recognizable but not when she was impersonating Kara on the phone. The pain of the needle resonated in your back again and you grabbed the table with both hands to force your body to sit completely still.
“Where am I? What is this?”
“Can’t tell you that,” She said. “Just know that it’s somewhere safe. What do you remember?”
“Uh… I remember an ugly-ass alien setting the streets on fire? And then I hit a truck and I was looking for—” The needle in her hands went directly into your shoulder as you jumped upward and almost fell off the table. A tube was in your arm, and you saw a slow stream of blood flooding into your veins. “Kara! Fuck, where’s Kara? Where is she?”
“Hey, hey!” The woman from the subway jumped up and held out her hands that were gloved but covered in your blood. You were frantic, looking around the room like a terrified bird in a cage too small for it to be considered humane. “Hey, you need to calm down. You lost a lot of blood and—”
“I’m not—” You ripped the tube from your arm and the blood splattered to the floor as you began to run at the glass, not fully realizing you were in just your black skin-tight boxers, sports bra, and dog tags hanging from a chain around your neck. Everything else had been torn and drenched in your blood. “No, I… I gotta get out of here, I need to find Kara! Kara Danvers! We… we went out together tonight! I have to go- I need to know that she’s okay!”
“Okay, okay! Calm down, please, relax…” The woman grabbed your forearms and you breathed hard enough to start hyperventilating. Very slowly, she led you back over to the bench and removed the needle from your shoulder. “Look… my name is Alex Danvers. Kara is my sister, okay? And I can promise you that she is fine.”
Your brain skipped like a needle on a record, blanking out for a few painful seconds and trying to make sense of it all. What are the odds that Kara’s sister is the one stitching you up right now in some secret medlab? “A-Alex, like the… special agent Alex that she talked about?”
The woman smirked a little. “Yeah… and you’re the ex-military nightclub guard that she can’t shut up about?”
You simply rolled your eyes and tried to stay upright. Blood loss was definitely getting to you again and you placed both hands on the gurney underneath you. “C-Can’t shut up about me? It’s only been a day.”
Alex was quiet after that as she continued your stitches, meticulously closing you up and removing a piece of glass from your skin in the process. You were so engrossed in the procedure that the soft swishing of the door was almost missed. “How is she?”
You looked up and your cheeks turned a deep pink. It was Supergirl… and she was standing there like the typical hero she was, hands crossed over her chest and looking at you with the most intense blue eyes you’ve ever seen… well, the second most intense blue eyes you’ve seen. Thoughts of Kara surfaced, and you felt nervous all over again.
“All things considered, she’s doing okay,” Alex said, placing a gauze patch over your final stitches and removing her gloves. You sighed and leaned back to sit up straight, rolling your shoulders and attempting to relax. “Just try to calm down and relax, you’ve been through a lot today.”
You nodded and attempted to not look embarrassed at being almost half naked in front of National City’s hero, heart thumping at high speed and your fingers twitching like absolute crazy. “Agent Danvers… I know that this will sound dumb, but can I talk with Supergirl? Alone?”
“That’s not a possib—”
“It’s okay, Alex,” Supergirl held out a hand, attempting to calm the agent. You blushed and began to chew on your thumbnail waiting for Alex to leave the room and stand on the other side of the door. When it slid closed behind her, but she stayed within sight of the glass room, you met Supergirl’s eyes who moved both fists to her hips in the classic hero pose. “What’s wrong?”
“You know, its funny- I keep playing the… the way we met in my head?” You stood up from the bench and rubbed the back of your neck to try and relax your sore muscles. “And there’s just one thing that doesn’t really make sense.”
“You were in danger, I saved you,” Supergirl stated in a nonchalant way. But she looked slightly twitchy.
“Not that,” You approached Supergirl, noticing that you were slightly over her in height… Just like her. “You said Kara mentioned I was ex-military… I didn’t see her texting during dinner, and she didn’t have any time to tell you about that before the attack.”
“What are you—” You gave the Kryptonian a look and tilted your head.
“You look just like her… Even without the glasses, your eyes are the same. And you…” You reached out and the hero didn’t know better, and you were able to touch her skin before she stepped away. “Are just as warm as she is.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I know that it’s you, Kara,” You stated, much to the woman’s shock. “You vanish and then Supergirl shows up? Supergirl tells me something that only you found out ten minutes before? Your sister shows up at the most convenient time to save my ass from bleeding out on the stairs?” You stepped forward, and the super stepped back, spine hitting the wall behind her. “You can’t fool me…”
“You are… just delusional from the blood loss. I’m not Kara Danvers, I don’t—”
Your hand reached out and pressed against Supergirl’s cheek, stopping her words in their tracks as you breathed slowly and stepped infinitely closer. She was so warm and so beautiful, and you knew it was her, but she was so in denial. You knew it was to keep herself safe, but you just couldn’t help yourself.
“If you aren’t my sweet Kara,” You sighed, watching Supergirl’s bottom lip tremble. “Then that means I can’t kiss you…”
Supergirl breathed. “Th-That’s right…”
“But if you are,” You leaned closer, heart racing in your chest. “I still have one point to gain for the best date ever.”
A moment of silence passed between both of you, and Supergirl breathed hard against your face. You felt her cold air again, and now knew it was from her ice-breath. “Final test…”
In seconds, you dipped down and captured her lips in the most intense kiss of your entire life. Supergirl—Kara wrapped both arms around your neck and held you close, her strength now showing from her Kryptonian powers as you placed both hands on her waist and pulled her as close as humanly possible.
The moment was so intense and full of heat between you two that the noise you made when Kara jumped up, wrapping both legs around your hips made you stumble backward and hit the steel wall behind you. A hiss of pain left your lips as you felt your torn skin strain on the stitches. “Fuck, fuck, shit, wait…”
Kara jumped off of you, gasping and realizing that her strength was too much for you. She stepped backward and you turned around, glancing at your back and trying to see if you had accidentally burst any of the stitches. “Okay… okay, I’m fine. Don’t worry.”
The hero looked at you and you could see tears brimming in her eyes as she reached forward and gently placed both hands against your cheeks. “I’m so sorry… I’m so, so sorry I left you! I wasn’t fast enough, and you got hurt and you—”
“Hey, hey, hey no, none of that!” You said, grabbing Kara’s hands and gently rubbing your thumbs across the veins in her hands. Kara whimpered, tears tracking her face. “No, you saved me Kara… You did everything you could and from where I’m standing, you saved everybody, not just me… I would’ve been dead had you not shown up.”
Kara giggled, sniffling through tears. “Heh… guess I owed you from the other night, huh?”
“Yeah… Guess you did,” You brushed her blonde hair away from her face and kissed the space between her eyes, right over the small crease in her brow line. “People are gonna get hurt, Kara… I’m not immortal. I know how dangerous this world is. But I’m strong. I went through war and still came back. I can take a few stitches. Don’t you worry about me.”
“I will always worry about you—”
“And I’ll respect that. But only if I can worry about you… I must protect what is mine.”
“Y-Yours?” Kara blushed from the tips of her ears down to her neck. “Wh-What are you?”
“Be mine, Kara Danvers… Supergirl, I’m asking you to be my girlfriend.”
Your answer was another desperate, fiery kiss. And for a moment, both of you felt like you were flying… But when the kiss broke, you saw that Kara had accidentally lifted you both off the ground.
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”I loved you. And then, inexplicably, you had the absolute audacity to love me back.”
Inspired by what @treluna4 said, that In Henry’s eyes- they’re on borrowed time. It made me think about a line from 911, " I get taking things slow. But tomorrow isn't promised to anyone. So if you love her, tell her". I taught that, if it's taken to the other extreme, it fits Henry.
ID in ALT and under the cut. tag list under the cut go here to be added / let me know if you want to ne removed <3
bea made henry watch 911, casey told me themselves (kidding)
ID1: Alex being soaking wet, in Henry's room, talking to Henry who's not looking at him. Everything is in grayscale and with film grain except for Alex. Henry has a pained expression on his face and he's looking down. At the bottom is written in white " every time I'm with him, my mind likes to torture me with a line from one of Bea's shows" .
ID2: The New Year kiss under the tree. At the bottom is written in white " tomorrow isn't promised to anyone".
ID3: The kiss in Alex's room after the dinner. At the bottom is written in white " tomorrow isn't promised to anyone. ".
ID4: Henry looking at Alex while they're in bed. Henry is looking with sorrow on his face, while Alex's expression is one of bliss. At the bottom is written in white " tomorrow isn't promised to anyone... so if you love them, tell them" .
ID5: Henry kissing Alex's arm as they lie on the platform in the lake. At the bottom is written in white " tomorrow isn't promised to anyone... so if you love them, tell them" .
ID6: A close-up of Alex sleeping in the bed. In the background is Henry standing, ready to leave, only the bottom part of his body can be seen in this still. At the bottom is written in white " tomorrow isn't promised to anyone..." .
ID7: A close-up with Henry ready to leave. He's looking with pain on his face at a sleeping Alex. In this still you can't see Alex. At the bottom is written in white "so if you love them, tell them" .
ID8: Henry in his bedroom looking with sadness at Alex who's off screen. He's in grayscale and with film grain, while the rest is colorful. At the bottom is written in white "but I don't think I have that luxury" .
ID9: A divider with transparent background. On it is a drawing of a grey key at one end and a drawing of a golden ring, with a crowned W on it , at the other end. The drawings are connected by a red dotted line.
ID10: Alex and Henry holding hands and looking at each other in the V & A museum. At the bottom is written in white " When I was younger, I had this very elaborate idea of taking somebody I loved here and standing inside the chapel” .
ID11: Alex and Henry holding each other as they dance in the V & A museum. At the bottom is written in white "that he’d love it as much as I did, and we’d slow dance right in front of the Blessed Mother. Just a … daft pubescent fantasy.” .
ID12: Alex hugging Henry before he gets on the plane. Only Henry's face can be seen. He smiles almost in disbelief. At the bottom is written in white " I never thought... I would have this luxury". End ID.
tag list : @sansakenobi @oneawkwardcookie @caroandcats @honestlyeddie @wh0re-behavi0r @jacksadventuresinwriting @spotsandsocks @cowboydiazes @sylvies-chen @brokenribsdiaz @constructiononsunsett @cowboy-buddie @monsterrae1 @buckleyobsessed @princebuttercups @idealuk @monkat166 @lost-in-the-chaos @enchantedtomeetyou98 @halasyed @starkfridays @amieej89 @shitpostingextraordinaire @statueinthestone
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honestlyeddie · 8 months
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Look, after I wrote that fanfic about Eddie reading RWRB, I need to write another one in which Alex and Henry watch 911 and scream at Buddie for being stupid
Alex would make buddie canon. I know it.
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gregorygerwitz · 11 months
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Buck: I feel like she sees me.
Eddie: 🎶 all is fair in love and war. I can’t do this anymore 🎶
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welcometololaland · 4 months
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2023 CHARACTER WRAPPED
i saw @ajcrowleys do this and i wanted to do my own - hopefully you don't mind!
rules: share your top 9 characters from the year (or 10. lol. i cheated)
(spoiler: mine are in no particular order except for alex who is always no. 1)
1. Alex Claremont-Diaz, RWRB
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(will always be my number 1 - you can pry him from my cold, soulless hands. there will never come a day when alex is not my spirit character)
2. TK Strand, 911 Lone Star
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(someone in the alta comments described him as a horny, bitchy tamagotchi and i died. he is the greatest feral cat to sassy husband transformation ever. don't get me started on The Hand Gesture)
3. Veronica Mars, Veronica Mars
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(annoy, tiny blonde one. annoy like the wind! The definition of a badass bitch)
4. Jake Seresin, Top Gun Maverick
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(if we wanna talk bitchy tamagotchis, here's one. he also comes in arrogant idiot and cowboy!)
5. Eli "Weevil" Navarro, Veronica Mars
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(this episode is my favourite episode EVER. little bit bad boy, little bit sweetheart, I can't get over the biker gang leader with the heart of gold)
6. Carlos Reyes, 911 Lone Star
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(i gotta say, carlos lost me a little bit in season 4, but i'll never get over the soulmates scene and he's just all around a favourite AND SO DAMN PRETTY)
7. Marjan Marwani, 911 Lone Star
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(marjan's episode in season 4 was - aside from 4 x 16 - my favourite episode. some of the best plot lines that season and natacha really killed it!)
8. Sam Obisanya, Ted Lasso
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(i watched ted lasso for the first time this year and i am just OBSESSED with this man. he's so damn sweet and true to himself. GOLD)
9. Paul Strickland, 911 Lone Star
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(this man is literally out here officiating weddings, solving mysteries, putting out fires and making a mean chilli. like he does THE MOST. hats off)
10. Keeley Jones (and Jamie Tartt and Roy Kent), Ted Lasso
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(not afraid to say i love the throuple but ALSO i just feel like all three of these characters had such beautiful arcs in ted lasso, i can't possibly choose one so i have to choose them all)
i'll open tag this one and also tag @strandnreyes @guardian-angle22 @inexplicablymine @three-drink-amy @fitzherbertssmolder @heartstringsduet @birdclowns @beautifulhigh @reyesstrand @lutavero @stereopticons @statueinthestone @apothecarose @celeritas2997 @goodways @carlos-in-glasses @theghostofashton @thebumblecee @reasonandfaithinharmony @happiness-of-the-pursuit @suseagull04 @whattarush @kiwiana-writes @alltheprettyplaces @lyhrcyrianne @st-elle-ar @fckingyrs @fuckingyrs @thisbuildinghasfeelings @tiffanymaxwels @lemonlyman-dotcom
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n3tworksucks · 1 year
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Getting drunk with Quackity hcs?
YEA SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE(I HAD TO MAKE A SCENARIO)
warnings; swear words, alcohol, and use if ma'am one time
word count; 911
-this could go a few ways
-but for different situations yk?
-like if u both were to get drunk on stream or at a party, it could get pretty wild
-but if its a special occasion or just the both of you, you know, calm environment it could be the opposite of before
-I think it depends on whats going on around you
-like with friends and stuff, being with friends can already make you more energetic so when alcohols involved.. yea
-anyways. starting off with friends like I said it could be wild(most likely will be)
-so it'll probably be for a stream like if you laugh you take a shot or something
-with the alcohol in your system it won't make the challenge any easier lol
-so you're all laughing so much you can't really pay attention to the video you're trying not to laugh at
-its one of those situations where you can't look at each others eyes or you'll burst out laughing 
-but chat being little shits keep telling yall you laughed at the video just so you can drink more lol
-but you just go for it giving the Habibs what they want
here you were, not knowing what to do today for stream. you didn't tell your fans what you were doing when you tweeted that you were gonna start streaming soon, because you didn't know either to be honest, but you were pretty sure it would be fine and they were expecting probably anything but alcohol because you didn't drink much on stream, and if you did, it was for a special occasion like when you first turned 21 or celebrating 1 million subscribers on YouTube. but that was it. but you were just bored and didn't like the way that full bottle tequila was looking at you(you weirdo🤨). so you grabbed it and made your way to find your boyfriend to ask if he wanted to come. finding him in your shared room watching braking bad for the hundredth time wasn't unusua,l thats why you checked the room first. when he hears the door open he turns to look at you then look at your hand with the tequila in it. "ma'am." he says sorta like a question towards the bottle. "I'm gonna use it for the stream. you wanna come?" you didn't have to tell him you were gonna stream since he has all your notifications on everything."mmmmmmmmmaybe" he said like he had somewhere to be." ok then" you say " ok wait im coming" he said as he got up and walked to the bathroom to make himself look more presentable for a stream. you make your way to your office and sit down preparing for stream. alex then comes in and looks it you and your chair with a slight look of disgust and a small pout knowing he has to use the broken one in the corner. could he go and grab his chair from his office? yes. but will he? no. so you ask if he wants your chair, he nods his head with a smile. so you get up and grab the broken chair, not thinking about how non sober you would act with it.
first ever time skip lol.
both a laughing mess and faces are red, and cheeks hurt form smiling too much. now, you did doubt your chat, not thinking that they would send funny videos because you keep telling them they have the humor of 7th grade boys. but the actually did pretty good this time witch surprised you to be honest.
but here you were with your drunk self and drunk boyfriend, both not even laughing at the video anymore because you both will just laugh at anything at the moment. as you calm down and wait for the next video to play, one finally starts and its a video of a little kid falling off his scooter, aka your weakness. you didn't want to take another shot even though the taste wasn't as bad anymore, you just wanted to be a little easier on yourself tomorrow afternoon when you wake up. you lean back in your chair, gripping the arm rests for dear life, not daring to look at Alex in the eyes knowing you'll laugh, but you can feel him staring at you. you accidentally make some strangely funny little noise almost like a squeak because you're trying so hard not to laugh. sending you both into loud fits if laughter, without remembering the chair was broken, you lean back in the chair still laughing, but I guess you went too far back because then. THUMP. you and your chair were on the ground. but you didn't care, you just rolled over on your side holding your stomach. you couldn't even laugh anymore, you couldn't breathe you just laid there wheezing and so was Alex. the chat was filled with "LMAOO" and "OMG". " are you ok?" Alex says whilst he laughs, all you can do is nod and cough because you were sure if you talked you'd laugh more, if that was even possible. you laid there even though you calmed down and could breathe, but you were just tired. so Alex decides to end stream and get you both ready to knock the fuck out for 15 hours. tons of clips were all over twitter the next day and you both couldn't even remember any of them lol.
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eddiediaaz · 7 months
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thank you aj @barbiediaz for the tag! <;3 this is the picrew
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(my hair is more magenta than this soft pink right now, but it was the closest color choice, and i need to go get my bangs cut ugh)
i was also tagged by @mistmarauder, thanks babe!!
last song: save me by TALK
favourite color: blue
currently watching: rewatching charmed, but not really watching anything else at the moment
last movie: barbie
currently reading: buddie fics always
sweet/spicy/savory: how dare you make me choose. probably sweet
relationship status: apparently married now (single rip)
current obsession: probably henry/alex
last thing I googled: "podcast the house of halliwell"
currently working on: 911 + speak now part 2 gifset~
tagging these sweet peeps for either one or both of these tag games (no pressure!): @laurabenanti @translasso @henwilsons @evelyns @lightasthesun @bellamyblakru @teeveeyou @rogerzsteven @crowleydiaz + anyone that wants to do this!!
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reeeallygood · 3 months
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911 Lone Star Rewatch: 1x01
I was finally able to do my rewatch last night! I actually recorded a voice memo of myself watching so I could remember my thoughts. I briefly considered just posting the recording, but there was some annoying background noise from my radiator. But maybe I'll post recordings for later episodes.
But let me try to get my thoughts in order (I have a lot of them):
Can you believe that the thing that starts it all--that kills Judd's entire crew--is a burrito?? Insane.
They were trying reallll hard in the pilot to make Sierra look older. The way they styled her and did her hair, clearly trying to make her and Judd look like they are the same age. I'm glad they decided to just let her be younger than him. Because she was younger than Ronen in the pilot and they have her dressed like she's 45.
TK IN FIREFIGHTER GEAR
I love that they straight-bated the audience by making TK's boyfriend have a gender neutral name. I remember my dad watching this episode and he fully assumed Alex was a woman until he showed up at the restaurant.
Also was very struck by how great of a character Owen is. I know that he annoys a lot of people and I fully understand why--especially in season 2--but I genuinely enjoy him.
Real talk, what do we think TK was paying for rent in his New York apartment. They say "west 7th" in the show. I think it's Brooklyn. And it's a walk up... it looks pretty spacious.
On this rewatch I really absorbed Owen saying to TK that he promised this would never happen again. Is he referring to using in general? Or has TK ODed before?
I wonder if we are ever going to circle back to the fact that TK tried to commit suicide. Because they do talk about him overdosing, and using, and generally doing reckless things with drugs, but the suicidal aspect of it is never really discussed.
Mateo in the pilot, scrubbing down the car door handle. His journey from academy "frequent flyer" to kick-ass firefighter is so great.
I find it interesting that Owen didn't focus on hiring people from Texas...
PAUL. Why is Brian Michael Smith so cool???? His entire opening scene with the arsonist in Chicago is perfection. *chef's kiss*
Judson Ryder!!! I really thought I wasn't going to like him the first time I watched this scene of him and Owen. Especially with that "we are the world" line he has, which immediately paints him as a bigot. But of course, we get to see what is actually going on with him and how much pain he's in and how he feels like someone is coming in and trampling on the memory of people he lost.
No matter how many times I rewatch season 1, I always forget that Michelle is in it until she shows up. And even though I love Iris, I have no investment in Michelle's missing sister storyline. In my recording it's literally me saying "Oh yeah, Michelle" in the most unenthusiastic tone. I'm a fan of Liv Tyler, but Michelle was not it. And Tommy fits the vibe of the show so much better.
If I had a nickel for every time Carlos called a woman friend of his that he just arrested, and had in the back of his police vehicle, "chica", I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it is weird that it happened twice.
Side note, I'm surprised that the phrase "nut sack" is allowed on cable television.
Owen, and now Paul, have a better skincare routine than me.
GOD. Seeing TK and Carlos standing next to each other and interacting at the crash scene is crazy. CUZ THEY DON'T EVEN KNOWWWW. But also the premise of that whole emergency was so good. The second baby that they don't know about! The suspense! The drama!
Do we think TK's little speech about how he likes his new AA group and that he's glad to be in Austin... do we think he's lying? Because we know that in episode 3 he talks about everything being gray. So do we think he's just putting on a show for Owen?
I've never noticed that Tim in the background at the honky tonk!! But no Nancy?? Is she not in the pilot at all??
Would love to know more about Owen's second wife.
I love that Owen tells Judd about his cancer diagnosis. Because I think it shows that he recognizes that Judd is a good man even with his outburst in that first scene.
Gonna take my horse to the ol' town road, I'm gonna riiiidde til I can't no more.
Wow, what an episode! 10/10!
If you actually read this whole thing you get a gold star on the good noodle board.
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firefighterbracket · 1 year
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Do you like participating in tumblr polls but you're tired of people calling your favorite firefighter and their families cops? Then do I have the bracket for you! Introducing...
The Fictional Firefighter Bracket
The bracket will start with 32 seeds - 8 starters from the 911 Universe, 8 from the Grey's Anatomy Universe, 8 from the One Chicago Universe, and 8 from other media/universes. If you want to submit characters, the form can be found here!
Rules:
Submissions are open from now until Saturday, April 1st at noon pacific time. It gives me enough time to seed and create the bracket to post before start my work week.
Characters from Grey's/One Chicago/911 Universes will not be included in the other 8 starting seeds. I don't want to give one universe an unfair advantage for the title. I'm going to try to do my best to keep this balanced and fair.
This will be kept to firefighters and paramedics only. Sorry all, but that means no dispatchers and no extended family. This is gonna be a place to celebrate our favorite first responders. I might do more brackets in the future that they can be a part of, though, so watch for those!
Don't be mean. Seriously. Anyone with tags or comments that insult others for their opinions or votes will be blocked. That is a promise, not a threat.
For the time being, anon messaging will be turned on for this blog. The minute I start getting rude messages, that will change. Don't be the reason everyone else loses anonymity.
Have fun! It's just a silly little poll bracket! They're all winners in our hearts!
Remember: submissions close at noon on Saturday, April 1st, so get them in sooner rather than later!
[ Alex | she/they ]
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woso-fan13 · 2 years
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Peanuts & Paramedics
“I’m too tired to play a game, can we just watch a movie or something?”
“We can never decide on a movie, how about 20 questions?” 
“I learned a new card game, I can teach everyone!”
“I will not suffer through any more card games with you, I’d rather poke my eyes out.”
The room was filled with semi-playful arguing over what team bonding would be that night. You weren’t joining in, instead choosing to watch them bicker. Everyone was in your room tonight, so you were wrapped in your blanket that smelled like home and surrounded by your best friends, your pseudo-family, on your bed. You reached forward, snagging a bag of popcorn from the end of the bed. If they were going to be providing the entertainment tonight, you might as well fully settle in. 
You glanced briefly at the bag before beginning to eat the snack. It was amazing, they had just come out with a new flavour. About 2 handfuls in though, you start feeling a little funny. You try to get anyone’s attention, but you can hardly make a sound. 
A weak “guys?” fills the room. It’s easily overpowered by the current debate. 
You try again, your throat beginning to feel tight. 
“Guys, help?”
Again, nothing. 
You wait a few seconds, hoping someone will notice. When nobody does, you reach out to tap the person sitting next to you. 
“Hang on Y/N, just wait a minute,” Alex couldn’t sense your desperation, not even glancing at you. 
On your other side, “Ow, Y/N, stop hitting me. Just wait a minute,” Kelley always was a charmer. 
Here you were, beginning to suffocate. You were surrounded by people, sitting between your team moms, and nobody noticed. 
It had been at least a minute since you first noticed symptoms, maybe more. You could feel your face getting red, hives breaking out across your body. Your throat was closing and your vision was starting to blur at the edges. Your breath was starting to come out in small wheezes. Everything sounded simultaneously muted and excruciatingly loud. 
90 seconds in, at least. You begin more rapidly tapping Alex, praying she would turn. Your determined motion was enough to get her to turn around, with a slightly harsh, “what, Y/N?”
A second later, “shit, someone call 911 now.”
That gets all the attention in the room on you quickly. Kelley reaches over you, grabbing the bag that you had been eating from. She flips it quickly, scanning the ingredients. 
“Nuts, okay, this is the real deal, she’s full anaphylactic. Y/N, epipen?”
This is the part where the situation goes from bad to worse. You had a reaction about a month ago and had totally forgotten to get a new pen. You figured you would be safe at camp, the team was usually meticulous about checking ingredients. But you’ve eaten this brand of popcorn before, why would anyone think to check the new flavour. 
Eyes widening, you look at Kelley. You slightly shake your head. 
This causes everyone in the room to freeze. Alex takes control, barking orders at everyone. Kelley could see you becoming unsteady, scooting next to you. 
“Y/N, do you want to lay down? It might be more comfortable.”
You shake your head, grabbing onto her hand and squeezing it. 
“Okay, that’s okay. Just lean on me babe, I’ll hold you.”
You instantly fell into Kelley’s side, exhausted from trying to keep yourself upright. She wraps an arm around you, using her free hand to brush your baby hairs back from your forehead. She whispers soothing things to you that you can’t quite understand, trying her very best to keep you calm as she internally panics. 
On your other side, Alex is ready for this. From the moment she had learned about your allergies, she began reading. 
“We have about 30 minutes to get her some epi before she starts arresting, but I don’t want to get close to that, okay? Ali, start a stopwatch on your phone.”
She looks over to the other side of the room, seeing Tobin on the phone with emergency services. Tobin sees her looking and holds up both hands then closes one into a fist and holds three fingers up on the other. 13 minutes until help came, the bitter irony. 
“Does anyone have any allergy meds with them? Any OTC, diphenhydramine?”
Mal instantly rushes to her suitcase, pulling out her med bag. She begins looking inside, but ends up dumping the contents for easier access. Grabbing the little pink pills, she thrusts them into Alex’s grasp. 
Alex rushes to the ice container, grabbing the extra plastic liner. Sticking 2 pills in the bag, she quickly crushes them with the base of the lamp on the table. Making her way back to the bed, she sees you pitifully slumped against Kelley, lips already slightly blue. 
“Hey sweetheart, you’re going to be just fine. Help is coming, but let’s see if we can fix you up a little for now,” her voice is calm, showing none of her internal worry. 
She gently grabs your chin in one hand, using it to open your mouth. With a soft “tongue up,” she puts the crushed pills under your tongue.
“Leave those there, alright? They’ll help you a little until we can get you something stronger.”
She runs her finger across your jaw, giving you a soft smile before she turns away. She starts rummaging through your bag, clearly on a mission. 
Her place is quickly filled by Christen holding a cool rag. She smiles at you- the pity smile that you both loved and hated- and begins talking. 
“I’m just going to get you cleaned up a little, is that okay, sweet girl?” She begins wiping your sweat covered face gently. It won’t stop the attack, but it might make you feel a little better while you wait. 
Christen continues to make idle conversation, hoping to keep you distracted, “I better be careful, I don’t want to get Miss. Kelley all wet. She’ll start fussing at me, just like when we were in college.”
She continues on. The way she is speaking is geared towards a much younger child, but it helps to calm you slightly. 
At this point, Alex returns. She gently nudges Christen out of the way, reclaiming her spot. You squint at her hands, trying to figure out what she has. Your nebulizer? You hadn’t needed a neb treatment in ages, your inhaler was usually enough. It was just a habit to pack it, something your epipen usually was too. 
You're startled out of your questioning by Alex holding the mouthpiece in front of you. Vapor is already coming out and you quickly accept it. 
“I know that it won’t help with the allergies, but it might help if you’re having a little asthma too.” 
That made a lot of sense, clearly Alex had been researching. 
With the hand not gripping Kelley’s, you weakly reach out for Alex. All anyone could do at this point was wait. You grasped her hand, trying to squeeze any comfort out. 
Then an angel’s voice was heard, “EMS is here, they’re coming up from the lobby now.” 
Maybe not quite an angel, but Tobin certainly seemed like one at this moment. The announcement caused everyone to exhale, releasing tension in a breath they didn’t know they were holding. You, however, did not have that luxury. 
Your vision was blurring more and it was becoming harder and harder to stay awake. You leaned further into Kelley, resting your ear on her chest. You listened to the steady in and out of her breathing and her heart beating. It was like a lullaby, trying to put you to sleep. 
You fought against the darkness, trying to stay awake. You heard the door open, people rushing into the room and shooing the others into the hallway. 
“What do we got?” A voice asked. 
“Y/N, 19 years old. Allergic to all nuts, sulfa drugs, and  penicillins. She has asthma, too. I crushed 2 Benadryl, put them under her tongue. I gave her a neb treatment too, it helped a little.” 
You heard more talking then felt a prick. Almost instantly, your throat seems to stop shrinking. Breathing is a little easier. 
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After an ambulance ride and a short stay in the emergency room, you had returned to the hotel. Apparently, everyone wanted to see you when you came back, the kids trying to insist on a replacement team bonding night. The vets immediately vetoed that idea, but did let them in long enough to see you. 
The meds were working, you felt exhausted and a little itchy, but otherwise as well as can be expected. 
You were, once again, wrapped in a blanket that smelled like home and snuggled between Alex and Kelley. You nuzzled further into them and fell asleep quickly. 
The room was then filled with 7 silent bodies. While Alex and Kelley had claimed you instantly, Ash and Ali and Tobin and Christen had fought for you too. It seemed that the couples on the team decided to test relationships by adopting their adult teammates and babying them. So you slept in that room, surrounded by 14 watchful eyes, watching your chest move up and down rhythmically. They knew they wouldn’t sleep that night, instead whispering amongst themselves while watching you sleep. And in the morning, they would be getting more epipens, this would never happen again. 
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