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owl-with-a-pen · 2 months
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This was by far not the first time that Brainy had spent the night with Nia Nal.
There had been many-a routine patrol that had led to this precise scenario in the past – of returning home in the early hours of the morning only to conclude that the logical course of action would be to cut travel time by simply spending their night together. Or, more accurately, what was left of it. Brainy was often expected back at the DEO well before sunrise and, with that in mind, Nia had offered her assistance by telling him to think of her place as a ‘safe crash space’. Somewhere he’d be welcome whenever he needed it, even if sleep was rarely a need he was compelled to satisfy.
He felt as though he might need it now. By the time they’d left J’onn’s place that evening, Brainy had to admit that he was starting to feel… off. His realignment had taken its toll in ways that were becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. He’d already diverted several background processes to mitigate any physical side effects, but there was only so much he was able to do before even that began to fail him.
In short, his head was pounding.
He hadn’t wanted to disclose such information to his friends, certainly not Nia. She had been through enough strife already, having contended with the most unsavoury aspects of his psyche, parts of himself he had never wished for anyone to see. The cold and calculating mentality that clouded his own judgement whenever his ancestors were given free reign over his mind. It was a … self-preservation tactic, one he hated with every fibre of his being, that he wished wholeheartedly that he could take back. But… it had happened. And now, it was over. And somehow… Nia had still accepted his affections. Had invited him home, to her bed.
And there he lay, fingers linked across his chest, watching Nia from the corner of his eye as she slept soundly at his side. He had feared she would never find peace lying here with him, that by abandoning her, forcing her into danger just to satisfy his own selfish curiosity, would have amounted to something truly unforgivable in her eye. He hadn’t disclosed exactly why he had done the things he had, and yet she’d still accepted what little he’d been able to offer on their journey home from Shelley Island.
That it hadn’t been him. That he was back.
Brainy only wished he could believe those words as surely as she.
The truth was, he had yet to feel fully himself again - to recapture everything his ancestors had shaken loose. He heard them still, a constant threat at the back of his mind, but their words had no power any longer. His fear and pain had given them full access to his thought tracks, the electric shocks administered to his implants offering just enough of a mental distraction to allow for their escape, to convince him that he needed them. Those mental cages had been locked and refortified a thousand times over since that slip-up, but even that didn’t feel like enough. He would never ­– could never – allow a mistake like that again.
But how could he explain that to Nia? What might she think of him if she knew the truth? Yes, he had admitted once that his ancestors were evil—collectors and world-enders, destroyers. It would be something else to tell her that no matter how far he tried to run, no matter how long he lived, their actions would always be a part of him, in a way that far extended the comprehension of a biological mind.
Would she share a bed with him so easily then? Knowing that his mind housed the potential for great evil, that he alone had evaded the diabolical lineage that stretched back centuries, millennia?
All that and more rested at the tip of Brainy’s tongue, and he so wished that he could divulge everything to her now, to free himself from this guilt. But the day’s events had left Nia exhausted and he could not wake her, could not be the cause for yet more of her pain.
This was his fault, it was always—
His thoughts turned to static when Nia shifted suddenly in her sleep, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she rolled comfortably over to Brainy’s side of the bed.
His heart twisted inside his chest as he watched her. She was beautiful, astounding, her face a fine curve in the moonlight, her lashes fluttering in the midst of a dream well underway. Seeing her like that… Brainy could almost let himself relax.
That was until Nia’s arm slipped out from beneath covers, reaching instead for him.
He couldn’t. He couldn’t risk anything with her. Could not hurt her. Not again. Not…
Brainy held his breath, rolling expertly out from under her wandering hand…
…and directly onto the floor.
The impact was jarring, rattling through his right side where his arm took the brunt of the fall. Had his head not felt like it was splitting in two, he may have recovered quick enough to evade Nia’s notice.
“Brainy?” Nia asked, her voice heavy and sleep laden. “You okay?”
Brainy swore to himself. He sat up abruptly, peering nervously over the edge of the mattress and right into the worried gaze of one Nia Nal.
She stared back at him in confusion, rubbing the sleep from her eyes with the heel of her hand.
“I’m fine,” Brainy said, quicker than he’d anticipated. He cleared his throat so hard he coughed, tilting his chin away from her. “Just – uh – a headache.”
“From the warehouse?” Nia asked, shifting in concern. “You didn’t look so hot when we left the island. Anything I can do?” She smothered a yawn with her fist, pushing herself up from the mattress. “Would aspirin work for you?”
Brainy swallowed down the urge to smile. Aspirin would do precisely nothing to dull this particular pain, but he didn’t wish to discredit her attempt at helping.
“Worry not,” he assured her, bulking his claim with his usual bravado, “I am fully functional. It is nothing to concern yourself with. I-I simply need some air.” He made a swift shooing gesture, causing Nia to blink in surprise, before he made to stand. “Return to your dreams, Nia Nal. I will be back—oh, would you look at that.” Without meeting her eye, he scooped his phone from the nightstand, gleaning through his recent text notifications with feigned interest. He paused, straightening out his stance. “A matter at the DEO requires my immediate attention. I will—see you tomorrow.” He clumsily took her shoulder, narrowing his eyes. “And then we will talk more about what transpired today.”
“Okay,” Nia said slowly, in a tone that suggested she didn’t quite believe his excuse. Brainy elected to play the fool for the time being; at least that way he could leave without any further questions being asked.
As he turned to leave, however, Nia took his hand. “Brainy, wait—” He stopped himself with some effort, practically bobbing on his feet with restless energy as he glanced her way. Nia’s face was open, worried, her eyes a brown shimmer in the dark. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Brainy forced a smile. “Perfectly,” he lied, patting her hand with little grace. Even he couldn’t deny that the gesture felt wooden to some degree, but under the circumstances he could do no better. His head was still roaring with guilt he could hardly contain, whispers from a dozen buried Brainiacs urging him to let loose a little – set them free.
All he said out loud was, “Sleep tight, Nia Nal.”
Nia didn’t get a chance to interrogate him further than that; he was out of the door in an instant, breathing out a sigh of relief the moment he found himself alone in the hallway. His head continued to throb, pain that pressed so insistently into his jaw that his teeth began to ache.
It didn’t matter that there had been no such alert at the DEO, he would gladly take up a night shift simply to extenuate the noise inside his head. Perhaps he could even steal a few hours for himself somewhere quiet to try and rid of this pesky headache once and for all. After all, he was nothing if not efficient in the art of multitasking.
He knew it would not be that easy of course - his ancestors never were. Today, they had proven that even his strongest defences could be broken. No amount of reinforcement or careful mental manipulation would convince them to surrender the chance at attempting it again. And again. And again.
He would tell Nia, he promised strictly to himself. Tomorrow… when the voices were less persistent, perhaps.
And then… then she could decide for herself whether he was truly worthy of being – as she had called it – the big spoon.
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i’m a day late, but happy 1 year of supercat endgame!
supercat fandom, i hope you thought about this 2018 article in the past couple of days and smiled:
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cyclone-rachel · 1 year
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don’t know if I’ll live ‘til tomorrow // a supergirl fanfic
All Querl hears is Lex’s laughter.
His taunting- so, Coluan, you were only mostly dead? No matter. You can die with her- as he rushes forward, making it to Supergirl’s side simultaneously in time and too late.
All he sees is the Fortress of Solitude, ice surrounding him, the rest of the people he tried to save- fading from sight, pulled away from him, as though he’s the one who’s been put in a bottle this time.
All he feels is Kara’s hand in his, as they land in a place they both know well.
“We’re in the Phantom Zone.”
~
Their hands haven’t left one another since they got there.
“Your ancestral memories.” Kara says suddenly, if only to hear something at all. “Do they have anything that could help us? I mean, Indigo was sent to Fort Rozz with my aunt and uncle, but…”
“I should ask you for any information.” Querl answers. “You were the one who had to stay here for over twenty years.”
“In my spaceship.” Kara tells him, shivering. “Not out here. And besides, it’s… different now.”
“Indeed.” Querl says as he squeezes her hand. “And as for your question, yes. Besides Indigo herself, I actually have several ancestors who’ve found their way here.”
He lets himself laugh, a little bit.
“You would think they’d expect after a while that any kind of criminal act would get one sent to such a place as this. Especially when dealing with those who discovered it in the first place.”
“The Kryptonians.” Kara says. “Yeah.”
“And, surprisingly, one of my doppelgangers that we met after the Crisis briefly suffered the same fate, while he and the Legion were fighting a child of General Zod.”
“How did that one get out?”
“He had the help of his friends.”
“…Oh.”
~
“I remember it.” Kara says. “Being here. Or, somewhere like here, anyway. My mother- Alura- well… she certainly didn’t expect my pod to be knocked off-course, when I was sent from Krypton. But she said I would sleep most of the way. And I tried, some of the time.”
“But not for decades.”
“No.” Kara agrees, sighing. “Even when I got to Earth, I was afraid to fall asleep- because I didn’t think it was real. Like I would wake up in my pod again, and every hope of escape would be taken away from me. I’d just be stuck there, for years, and nobody would know.”
“And now you have returned.” Querl answers. “Is this how it looked before? You said it was different.”
“It is different.” Kara emphasizes, looking around her. “It seems… fragmented.”
“Like the universes collided with one another.” He observes. “Of course.”
“Which will make it more difficult for them to find us.” Kara says, shoulders slumping. “I can’t imagine where they’d even start looking.”
And without a twelfth-level intellect, the process will be much slower, she thinks.
She imagines it for a moment- Alex or someone else finally forcing an opening, pulling her into the light. Kara asking how long it’s been, and her sister hesitating, before telling her how many years. Or worse, it’s not Alex at all- maybe this time it will have been hundreds of years, or thousands. She pictures the Legion rescuing her and Brainy, his friends happy to see him but saddened when they also glimpse her.
“But they will be looking.” He says. “As for our situation… if you had not been in your pod, is there anywhere here that you would have gone, to keep yourself safe?”
“Yes.” Kara says, a little more confident. “There’s one place.”
~
“I… I hate him.”
“Who?” Kara wonders, but remembering all they’ve recently been through, she knows the answer right after she asks.
“Lex.” She corrects herself. “Yeah. I feel the same way.”
Brainy squeezes her hand again, this time tighter, stepping closer beside her as they continue walking.
“Everything I did was to keep you safe.” He says. “I was sworn to secrecy by one of the other versions of myself- the woman, who called herself the director of the DEO.”
“The one who looked like she could’ve been your sister.” Kara says. “I remember.”
“She told me this was the only way to make things right, that her universe was the closest to ours, and if I did not work with Lex, disaster would occur. Leviathan would win. I could not let that happen.”
“Of course.” Kara answers.
“I knew how much you would lose trust in me.” Brainy says. “But that was necessary. I only hoped that you would forgive me, once it was all over.”
Kara nods.
“I do.” She says. “If that counts for anything.”
“Certainly, in this situation.” He answers. “Thank you.”
Kara smiles at him, and he tentatively smiles back, before going on.
“Every step of the way, I hated working with him.” He says. “Every time he would threaten you, or make some derisive comment about us or any of our friends, I was only more determined to defeat Leviathan with him so that he could be stopped as well. But it had to be in that order. Until then…”
“You were inhibited.”
“Yes.” He agrees. “You see the cruel irony in this situation. But now, I have stopped Leviathan, nearly at the cost of my own life were it not for all of you, and Lex is…”
Kara squeezes his hand.
“Our friends can handle him.” She says. “I hope. But… how did you stop Leviathan? I wasn’t sure, J’onn and Alex said that they were fighting them, but they just vanished.”
“I bottled them, if you can believe it.” Brainy answers. “I uploaded the mortality code that Lex tasked me to get, and used a bottle I found in the DEO vault.”
“You say that as if we didn’t find you almost dead of radiation poisoning.” Kara tells him. “But, if there was any doubt you were good to your core, I think it’s gone now.” “Yes.” Brainy says. “It is.”
~
They come across a cave, when trying to find shelter.
Neither of them have kept track of time, in this place, but without the sun and cut off from any kind of knowledge, Kara and Querl are both tired, and decide to take the risk to rest.
But because this is the Phantom Zone, and no good things happen in such a place, the path inside the cave leads in two directions, so for the first time, they split apart to investigate each.
And when they reunite, Kara finds Querl trapped.
It doesn’t seem too serious at first- if Kara had her super-strength, she could easily break the crystal encasing one of Querl’s feet. And even without it, she still tries, but the crystal only grows in response.
“My great-grandfather discovered the Phantom Zone.” Kara says. “I don’t think he ever wrote anything about this.”
“Then we will have to keep trying.” Querl answers. “I believe in you.”
And however strong that belief is, it doesn’t free him. As much as Kara keeps looking for a solution, she can’t find anything. She so badly wants to help him, or do anything to make sure he’s safe- Rao knows he’s done much more of that for her, especially in recent days- but the crystal keeps growing over his body, and he’s even more trapped than they already are.
“How long do you think I have, Kara?” he asks, when the crystal has reached his waist.
She tries not to imagine him asking that question just before they found themselves here, when she and the others had found him in Leviathan’s headquarters, practically radiating from how much exposure he’d gotten.
Back then, at least, they’d found a solution. Alex had given him the boost to his system he’d needed to survive, and everything had been okay.
Here… Kara wishes she could analyze the material he’s stuck in, or shoot it with her heat vision (in a way that wouldn’t incinerate him, of course) or any number of things.
But it’s only a matter of time before there’s no more of him for the crystal to encase, and even before then, there would be no telling what else came to find them here.
Until then, however, they just… talk. Try to pass the time, however they can. They tell each other the meanings of their names, share stories of their childhoods on Krypton and Colu, anything works- except discussion of their present situation, and how little time they have left.
When the crystal comes up to Querl’s neck, he confesses that he loves her- that he always has.
For a moment, Kara wants to accept it, tell him that she loves him too.
But…
It feels off, somehow, and when she says “No.”, his expression gives him away.
“What have you done with Querl?”
“Kara Zor-El.” He says, image-inducing into a form she doesn’t know- a tall woman resembling Brainiac 8. “It took you long enough to figure it out.”
“You’re Brainy’s mother.”
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“Hello, Kryptonian.” Says the woman- Brainiac 4, Kara realizes. “It was exhausting pretending to be civil to you.”
“How are you even here?” Kara asks.
Brainiac 4 waves her hand dismissively.
“It matters not.” She says. “I am here for my son. I had heard that he’d escaped to the twenty-first century, to avoid the plague that our relative had released, and was under the protection of Supergirl. Imagine my surprise when I learned he and Supergirl were in the Phantom Zone of all places together, just as my great-grandfather and yours had been two hundred years before your time. And, for that matter, that he had nearly died protecting you.”
“He did that because he’s a hero, and my friend.” Kara answers, wishing now more than ever for the sunlight, something to give her strength. Even without it, though, she could still deal with this woman. “What did you do with him? Where is he?”
“You think I would tell you that?”
“If you do, maybe I’ll think about letting you go. You’d still be trapped anyway.”
Brainiac 4 frowns.
“I suppose that’s your famous compassion.” She says. “But no matter. Have you forgotten that you are trapped in here as well? We are no better off than one another, Kara Zor-El.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. Our friends are coming to find us, and soon, you’ll be stuck here alone.”
Kara imagines it- Brainiac 4, watching as Kara and Brainy and their friends leave the Phantom Zone, trapped with only the Phantoms for company. She can’t pretend it doesn’t give her a tiny bit of happiness.
“You truly still believe that?” Brainiac 4 asks. “Look around you. The Phantom Zone has changed- the collision of the pocket dimensions from infinite earths… it would take a twelfth-level intellect to navigate such a place. And even if my son had not come with you, he and your friends would be ultimately helpless. They would be set upon by countless Phantoms, consumed by their worst fears, and this time there would be no Fort Rozz to pull you free.”
Kara didn’t like the sound of that, definitely. But just recently, hadn’t she believed in the entire world? She’d held out hope that they would disconnect themselves from the Obsidian North program, break themselves out of the digital world where their lives were being threatened. She’d hoped, too, that Brainy wasn’t truly under Lex’s control, and he had proved that. She could still trust her friends, that they could overcome anything, and they surely trusted that she and Brainy would stay alive, long enough for them to be rescued.
“I believe in them.” She says. “And in your son.”
“Are you sure that is wise?” Brainiac 4 asks. “How much has he told you, about his past before the Legion, about our family? Would you still trust him, if you knew that he was once a criminal, that he was arrested- even after the inhibitors were placed on him?”
“I would know that that wasn’t the whole story.” Kara tells her. “No matter what he did, he’s a Legionnaire now, and a Super-friend- and I still want to know where he is.”
“Of course you do.” Brainiac 4 states flatly, looking towards another pathway in the cave. “He is down that hallway; he’ll wake up soon. And as for you…” She gives Kara an evil smirk, and Kara does her best to return it with a glare. “We will meet again, Kryptonian.”
She leaves then, giving Kara an opportunity to run down the path, and soon take the real Brainy in her arms.
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“So, you have finally met my mother.” Brainy says once he’s awake, fiddling with his Legion ring and not looking Kara in the eyes.
“Yeah.” Kara answers. “She pretended that she was you- and said we would meet again.”
“That sounds like her.” He tells her. “We should leave- help me up, please?”
Kara stands, and holds out a hand to him, helping him stand beside her, and soon they find themselves under what passes for sky in the Phantom Zone once again, doing their best to keep moving.
“What else did she say?” Brainy asks once they’re a good distance from the cave, eyes almost soft again as he looks at her. She’s always found it easy to talk with him, while they’ve known each other (recent events involving Lex Luthor aside) and yet it’s difficult now for her to form her answer.
“She… she said you loved me.” Kara tells him, without elaborating.
And he, in turn, doesn’t elaborate either- that, in this case, information gleaned from his ancestral memory... his mother was correct. He does love her, of course he does.
(It seems to be a constant, he thinks, as he recalls the memories he’s received from the other versions of himself- the one with the yellow boots, dancing with his Kara who wore a bright red headband with her costume, his female doppelganger getting married to a Kara with shorter hair, even the one who wore a jacket scribbled all over with equations fighting alongside his Kara who wore a different costume with a red ring. In every universe, the two of them were connected in some way, and that on its own was something to consider)
But that discussion can be saved for outside of the Phantom Zone, once everything can indeed be sorted out.
And besides, some inner voice taunts him, if you told her that was true, how would Kara be able to believe you now? She won’t trust anything coming from Fabala, even that.
Shut up, he thinks. We will talk about it later.
But later is something that literally does not exist yet, for the two of them.
All there is at the moment, is he and Kara, holding hands as they continue walking through the Phantom Zone, avoiding the phantoms that inhabit such a place and each grateful to the other that they are not alone.
“She also said you used to be a criminal.” Kara adds. “Even after you got your inhibitors. Is that true?”
He still doesn’t look at her, before he slowly nods.
“It is.” He confirms. “I… did not believe I had any kind of choice in that matter. On Colu, for thousands of years, to wear inhibitors is to be marked as someone untrustworthy, someone who must be restrained, and many of my ancestors have worn such a sign on their heads. And so, in keeping with that, when my father placed inhibitors on me at eight years old, I believed I too deserved them, and could not possibly become anything else. That is… until the Legion came to me, and asked if I would consider helping them.”
Kara smiles, squeezing his hand.
“What happened then?”
“It was not immediate. However, Mon-El was patient with me, and soon, I was in their headquarters, living in New National City, and I came across a museum- one that was dedicated to you. I learned about what you stood for, what you have done, and through your example, you gave me hope.”
He looks at her, smiling back, and then Kara feels it- the sunlight finally coming down on her.
“Do you feel that too?” she says, as he looks up, his green skin and blond hair illuminated.
“That’s our family.” He answers, and once they land, in a ship Kara doesn’t recognize, there’s no time wasted. Kara sees Kelly, Lena, M’gann, Nia, all present on the ship and looking overjoyed at her return, but Alex is the one she gets to first, and her arms anchor Kara as she finally hugs her sister again. Beside her, she can see J’onn hugging Brainy, and she can tell he’s smiling too, while the ship begins taking off for home.
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1.      A proper ending for the Arrowverse
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Seeing how neither Warner nor The CW have any interest left in the Arrowverse, it would be nice to honor the decade of storytelling by giving it a proper ending. And with that I don’t mean the Finale of „The Flash“, because this is the Finale of „The Flash“, and nobody wants a „Star Trek: Enterprise“-Situation - the Finale of „The Flash“ should just end the story of Barry Allen and all the other characters, who were part of the show in the last nine years.
What they should do is giving the whole Universe aka Earth Prime a Finale, by doing a lost Crossover Event and this time as a Mini-Series of its own.
Given the situation they would have to resolve the Cliffhangar of „Legends of Tomorrow“ to start with, then they could go on to „Batwoman“ resolving that teaser, then tying up all those loose „Green Arrow and the Canaries“-Ends, and giving us a little bit of closure to „Painkiller“. And after all of that is done, Oliver returns as the Spectre and tells us there is a big threat coming and everyone unites for one last time. No Universe Ending Event, please, let Earth Prime live and blosom, maybe just seal it of from the rest of the Muliverse or don’t even do that, just let everyone have their happy ending.
Let this be like „Crisis on Infinite Earths“ only bigger and more final. Bring back everyone, who could not be back before. Let the Paragons unite for one last time, reintroduce the Multiverse, let us say goodbye to characters like Slade Wilson or John Constantine because we never got a chance to before. Since it’s the end, Warner could just allow everyone in there, maybe even Batman. Have Kate Kane team up with Ryan Wilder, Clark Kent with Kara Danvers, have Lois Lane and Iris West-Allen write a story together, let Diggle use the Green Lantern Ring, bring in Blue Beetle, finally show us a big version of the Legion of Super Heroes, let everyone just have fun. Give us closure.
This is the dream, the reality is that the Arrowverse won’t get a proper Finale, we will get the Finle of „The Flash“ and that’s it. Even if „Justice U“ ends up happening and taking place on Earth Prime and not the „Superman & Lois“-Earth after all, we still won’t get that Finale, we will just get that show instead, with „Legends of Tomorrow“ and „Batwoman“ still without endings, and all those danglers from „Green Arrow and the Canaries“ and „Painkiller“ still unresolved. Because Warner decided that we don’t deserve an ending and that the only superhero anyone is interested in is Batman.
That is the world we live in, and therefore the dream is just that: A dream of a world, where being a fan means people value you, and not that they use you until you are not worthy of even that anymore.
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wonder-never-wander · 2 years
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TODAY'S THE 200TH DAY SINCE THE SUPERGIRL FINALE AIRED!!!!!! we've come so far as a fandom, never forget <3
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june-again · 2 years
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lex luthor 🤝 dr eggman
killing some guy who has the power of friendship
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lightupthemoon · 2 years
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the supergirl finale sucked and you know what would have made it better? IF LENA AND KARA KISSED.
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chloe-brennan · 2 years
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still can’t believe the cw cancelled legends of tomorrow
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doomsday-dj · 2 months
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Finally got through the first season of Supergirl and made it to Lena Luthor's arrival.
Listen, as far as first impressions go, it's not QUITE Maura Isles pops Jane Rizzoli's broken nose back into place while they make outrageously homosexual eye contact, but that saucy little "you could've fooled me"? I get it. I get it, Supercorp shippers.
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owl-with-a-pen · 5 days
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it feels like every time I look at my release radar recently I find a perfect new Brainia song to add to one of my playlists
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How I would re-write Supergirl Season 2/3
(as some one who stopped watching after season three, and also has not rewatched the series since 2020) (reign arc and heroes of the week will remain unchanged)
So, starting off strong, at Alex and Maggie would not have gotten engaged. Season 2 finale would have been Maggie realizing she was rushing into things, Alex being all "no I love you, I know I do" and Maggie being like "there is a whole gay world for you to explore... go do it." This would lead to sadness, a bit of tears (Chyler and Floriana would be AMAZING- daytime emmy nominee worthy performance).
Rhea would reveal Kara's identity to Lena in the finale. It would be casual too, she would be like "you are much better for my son Lena, that kryptonian isn't worth her weight in dirt here. I can't believe he would settle for a lowly slave." And then Lena would be all "reporter" and Rhea would be like "Yes Kara Danver's, former slave to a, Cat Grant I believe her name is" and then Rhea would continue on her spiel and there would be a cut scene as the camera focuses on Lena taking in the information
They save the day- Monel leaves for what ever reason he had to leave- don't remember, don't care. Also, Kara and Mon-el would have never dated, he would have just pined for her and James and Winn would be all "join the club"
Season 3
Alex mourned over her first lesbian relationship over the 6 month gap between seasons, Lena hasn't told Kara she knows.
First DEO scene of Season 3 is Alex talking to Kara (and invertedly Winn and James) about her most recent date on an app. It went bad, Winn chimes in like "what was it this time" and Alex is like "she was weirdly into ___" then J'onn walks in, like "Alex I am sorry to interrupt but there are pressing matter to attend to- there is a meta human down town" (que hero of the week intro)
Lena and Kara hang out, audience find out that Lena hasn't told Kara cause Kara has to leave to deal with a alien and does the usual "uh, I hear my named being called, ugh bye" and Lena just smiles and nodds, and sighs wistfully, staring after her (supercorp shippers go crazy)
Ep 2 or three we first see Sam and Ruby in line for Noonan's or something (why did they establish that as a brand, just to immediately ditch it after season 1???) and it's just a cute simple little "Hi, I'm Alex, let me help you out" but Sam is endeared and Ruby just smiles because (I love Ruby but honestly) she didn't have that much of a personality early on in the season
That same ep we see Lena reuniting with Sam. After that, when ever Sam and Lena meet each other (I don't remember when or how) Kara and Lena are like "you two know each other" and Alex is all blushy like "yeah, Kinda, I mean, not really" and Sam is like "yeah, Lena she is the girl from the place". Sam and Lena share a look (agent reign shippers go crazy)
Sprinkles of supercorp here and there- Just Kara and Lena doing their normal friend shit but Kara being like "woah, I am feeling things maybe"
At ep 8 or so Kara is at the bar with Alex and ask her how she knew with Maggie, that she liked Maggie. And Alex is all "well, I guess I always knew I liked girls but it was always objective. Like, I would think, she is so kind and smart and beautiful and amazing, any guy would be lucky to have her. But something about Maggie just forced me to realize that I was the one feeling these things, not some guy. I don't know, something about her just made alot of things clearer. Like, I realized I was the one driving the car, not a passenger. She made me stop being so passive in my own life" and Kara is quiet the whole time. Alex then ask "why" and Kara is all "no reason". Cut to Lena at L-Corp working on something relevant to the plot (supercorp shippers go crazy) (that conversation inspires Alex to ask Sam out- they then start to date)
Next ep, Kara goes to Lena's office, and is all, "there is something I need to tell you" and Lena is all "I already know" and Kara is shocked an all "how do you know" and Lena is like "in hindsight it was obvious. *list of things that hold double meanings cause miscommunication trope*" "Lee- I would have told you earlier but I-" "It's fine, I get it. You were doing it to protect me" "protect you???" "yeah- you're supergirl". Que Kara sighing and then freaking out, Lena saying Rhea told her, Kara being pulled away by some kind of supe situation, and Lena being all "go get them supergirl"
Kara admits her feelings at the end of the episode. Lena is shocked, but agrees. They agree to go on a date, a real romantic date and not a friend one, but oops- it's ep 9 which means Kara fights reign, goes comatose and then we get angsty, driven lena being like "we gotta fix Kara"
From then on, the show goes like usual, but Alex and Sam are dating and Kara and Lena are as well. The show ends with Season 3, Alex leads Deo, Winn stays but James leaves to help in the future but it really doesn't matter because the show it over. Supercorp is canon, Alex and Sam have a daughter and everyone lives happily ever after.
Edit: forgot to say this orginally but more Cat cameos. I love that woman so much- she has to come back at least twice in season 3 and be like "I leave the city for five minutes and you let her do WHAT? Agent Scully, why on EARTH would you let your sister fight a world killer??? Have you no brains under that thick skull" or something. I just want for her to be there, see Kara and Lena together and pull out of peice of paper from her purse that says "gay" and be like "I knew when you first walked into my office. No straight women would willingly be yelled at that often" or something. Idk, she was just very deeply missed
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cyclone-rachel · 2 years
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how many times will I do season 3 finale-related angst? 
cady heron voice: the limit does not exist
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Winn figured the Legion would return at some point.
It made all the sense in the world that they would, in fact- they’d left one of their own here, in what even their leader now considered the past.
In his mind, for the past month, he’d always imagined it would be quick. That once Supergirl and the DEO took down Reign, the Legion cruiser would just be there like they knew the exact day and time for their arrival (which would probably be true) and Mon-El, having presumably sorted out his love triangle situation, would either go back with them or stay in the twenty-first century. In extremely optimistic times, Winn hoped that the Legion would even thank them for stopping Reign and the Worldkillers (which would have made an amazing band name, he’d just realized) before leaving.
But which scenario ended up happening didn’t matter to Winn. Either way, a certain obnoxious blue alien with a number in his name who was (Winn begrudgingly admitted) good with computers would be out of his life for good, and both of them would be happier for it.
So when the Legion arrived not only before Reign was defeated, but also didn’t just take Mon-El and go, it surprised him.
And when J’onn told him that Brainiac 5 wanted to speak with him personally?
Well, for all he knew, he could have unknowingly stumbled into an alternate universe, because that shocked Winn the most.
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Brainy was already sitting down when Winn entered the conference room- but who he was looking at seemed to be almost a completely different person compared to how he’d last seen him. This Brainy had his image inducer off, not bothering to hide the bags under his eyes, or his stringy hair, or his uniform that looked like he’d been sleeping in it for a while- or wearing it while not sleeping at all, given the rest of his appearance. He looked like how Winn had met him first, waking him up from hypersleep- as Brainy later described it, he was tasked with keeping everything running while the ship hibernated, and it took a large toll on him.
And now?
Winn didn’t know what kind of new stress Brainy was under, but he was certainly about to.
“Why just me?” he asked. “Shouldn’t Mon-El be here too?”
“Imra told him all he needs to know.” Brainy dismissed. “But you…”
“I get it, you want to try and apologize for how you acted, but are gonna come off even more condescending. Save it. We’re even, okay? We can start over. We might as well forget we never met- wait. Are you going to make me forget you? I mean, with time travel being involved, that makes sense…”
“Winslow.” Brainy answered, voice sharp- or trying to sound sharp, anyway, but coming off more blunt than anything else. “That is not why you are here.”
“Then what is it? I mean, it must be pretty important- or not, if it’s just me here instead of like, Supergirl…”
“Supergirl is needed here, in this time.” Brainy ran a hand through his hair. “But… I should start from the beginning.”
“Yeah. Because I’m real confused right now.”
Brainy nodded.
“Understandable.” He said, getting up from the table, before he began to speak.
“Killing Pestilence saved the future from the Blight.” He started, leaning over the table, gripping it so tightly it dented. “Millions of people were spared. Including…” he hesitated. “Including my extremely distant relative- you may be aware of him.”
“Brainiac.” Winn said. “I saw him on TV, as a kid- he tried to take Metropolis.”
“Indeed.” Brainy answered. “My great-great-grandfather. And, because he has returned to life, he became aware of the effects of the Blight upon the universe, and created a plague that will wipe out all AIs other than himself. In short, all AIs are in danger, and that is part of why I can no longer stay in the thirty-first century.”
“So you need me to go to the future with Mon-El and Imra, and create… what, a vaccine? Even for AIs, that’s not really my specialty.”
“You will have help.” Brainy answered, trying to smile, and sound reassuring. “And… yes, in part. But that is not the only reason.”
“So, what’s the other one?”
Brainy hesitated once more.
“The other complication here is that my people believe me to be the cause of all this.”
“What?” Winn said immediately, hands on the table. “That’s bullcrap- obviously it’s Brainiac’s fault, you didn’t know he’d do that.”
“That is what I was trying to tell them.” Brainy said. “But they would not believe me. In their minds, I must have communicated with him, through my ancestral memories or otherwise, and brought him back from death on purpose- my ulterior motive for helping the Legion defeat the Worldkillers.”
“Which it obviously wasn’t.”
“Correct.” He answered. “However, they still think otherwise. And it is all because…” He waved a hand over the circles on his head. “Of these.”
“The symbol of your people.” Winn said, remembering what Indigo had told him, Kara, and James, before she’d wrapped her hands around his throat. “Something about omniscient knowledge?”
“Yes. However… what it symbolizes and what it indicates are complete opposites.”
“What?”
“You see, Winslow… my family has always stood out, been different from the rest of my people. We did not always have the reputation we now do- ten billion years ago, one of my relatives was a member of an organization that exists even into my own century. She and her wife were revered- and she was also a third-level intellect, then the highest we had evolved to have.”
“So even ten billion years in the past, one of your great-whatever grandmothers was smarter than me.” Winn muttered. “Good to know.”
“That is not my point.” Brainy said. “Her children were smarter than her, and their children were more intelligent than their parents, and so on and so forth- my great-great grandfather was the first to reach the twelfth level.”
“Which you also are. And you wouldn’t let me forget about.”
Brainy sighed.
“Yes. However, if you can believe it, that is not what you would call the norm among all Coluans. The average- what is seen as safe- is eighth-level. Anyone who does deviate is seen as dangerous, needing to be controlled.”
“So, like Brainiac 8.”
“Exactly like her. In that case, she was sentenced to serve the Kryptonians, and her inhibitors expressed such a punishment. But for me, it seemed as though my only crime was my last name.”
I can relate to that, Winn thought.
“So what happened?”
“For seven years, nothing was out of the ordinary.” He said, looking down. “My parents were… distant, though their partnership was arranged anyway, which made sense. As a child, I wanted to be just like my mother- there was nothing better, I believed, than following in her family’s legacy. Achieving the goal of being her heir, gaining the title of Brainiac 5.”
At that, Winn almost wanted to amend his question to “What did you do?” but let Brainy tell his story.
“And, in accordance with such a goal, she started teaching me one of our family’s most notorious practices- how to bottle worlds.” He continued. “Vril Dox- Brainiac 1- saw it as the ultimate power that he could possess. What was better than literally holding an entire civilization in your hands, all the accumulated knowledge of a world at your fingertips, just for you? Than having a library that surpassed any other, full of planets that nobody else would have access to? That was what she was trying to show me.”
“Must’ve worked, for a while.” Winn said. “I mean, if you still remember all of that.”
“It did.” Brainy answered. “My father did not understand us. He was afraid of not only her, but also…”
He gestured to his forehead again.
“He put those on you?”
“Yes. When I was eight years old, we took what you would call a vacation, to the most beautiful planet I had ever seen. I felt like I could have stayed there forever, playing in the snow, forgetting all of my burdens. But when we left, my mother told me I could keep such happiness- and gave me a bottle, for that purpose. My father was horrified, and when he figured out what we were trying to do, he took the bottle away and freed the planet. I was so young and angry, and it terrified him. When he looked at me, he didn’t see a child anymore- he only saw the inner darkness he believed I possessed. In his eyes, I became a weapon, molded by my mother. And his solution was the personality inhibitors I wear to this day.”
“I’m sorry, personality inhibitors?”
“It may seem barbaric, but yes. With them on, a Coluan is unable to calibrate themselves with our planet’s network of minds.” Brainy finished.
“And that’s why they don’t trust you.” Winn said. “Because you look like a criminal to them- but you’re not the only one that thought his genes were a ticking time bomb. Even now, I still wonder sometimes if something’s gonna happen to me, like what happened to my dad, and then everything will go wrong. But most of the time, I know that if it does, I’ll have friends who I can talk to, who’ll help me.”
“You do.” Brainy said.
“And so do you.” Winn reminded him. “I may not know the Legion, but I figure that they love you, and will always fight for you- because you’re good to your core, and not like any Brainiac that your planet thinks you are.”
“They will.”
“And…” Winn really didn’t want to promise this. When he said he wanted to move on from the DEO at some point, do bigger and better things- even if working with Supergirl was the best thing that had ever happened to him- the last thing he pictured was defending Brainy from the negative beliefs of another planet. But if helping him meant saving his world and reputation…
“I will too.” He finished. “I’ll go to the future, and join the Legion in your place.”
Brainy smiled, and this time when he hugged Winn, it was warmer, less awkward- the kind of hug that would be between two people who knew they were saying goodbye for that moment, but would meet again in better times.
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Love your work! Would you write Rebecca X Female!Reader , where she's working as an assistant coach or something clever but R is very shy and introverted ( Ted is like a father figure ). But when on the pitch next to Ted, R is a complete opposite . Rebecca is intrigued ? She's also protective of R, enjoys having her and Keeley in the office , maybe flirty . Reader is like Kara Danvers from Supergirl ☺️
Thank you SO much!!!💕💕
And I love this so much! Thank you for the request! I hope you like it!!💕
A/n: I don't know anything about Kara Danvers or Supergirl so I'm sorry if I don't hit the mark on that😅😂
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When Rebecca first hired you as an assistant coach, she didn't think too much of you. Your references were good, you knew the game better than most people she's met, you were quiet, nice, very girl next door type. Even though she wasn't sure how well you'd fit in with the rest of the managers given they were all pretty outgoing men, she took a chance and it paid off.
Whenever there was a meeting Rebecca noticed that you only ever spoke when spoken to. You were quiet but thorough with your analyses, strategies and had great opinions.
For whatever reason, Keeley immediately took a liking to you and started dragging you into Rebecca's office for "girl talk." For the most part, you just listened, only giving your opinion on things when you were asked. Rebecca was curious how someone so quiet was such a great coach to a particularly rowdy team. But she admired your softness, she loved hearing you laugh and when you spoke, she hung onto every word you said. She's been pretty busy since you were hired and she wasn't able to watch you during trainings so she really had no idea how you operated on the pitch.
Finally, Rebecca found a free afternoon to finally observe training before the first match of the season. She quietly made her way out into the stands and took a seat, her eyes trained on you.
Before training that morning, Coach Lasso asked the group what you all thought the team should focus on today. Piping up, you suggested that the team should work on the finer details of their footwork. Of course it was important to learn new plays, perfect the ones they already knew, but you felt like the boys needed a refresher on the basics.
Coaches Lasso, Beard, Roy and your other assistant manager, Nate, all paused for a moment before agreeing. The boys' footwork had become a bit sloppy, messing up passes, missing goals, all because they weren't kicking the ball with the precision they should be.
Ted and the rest of the guys all agreed and even let you take the reigns for training for the day. It wasn't something you'd done before here at Richmond, but you were really excited to finally show everyone why you deserve to be here.
Rebecca watched as the boys ran a basic play, unsure why you all decided to run such a simple play, but she kept watching to see what happens.
Colin passes the ball over to Sam and even though it looked like a solid pass, Colin wasn't using the proper technique, something Rebecca wasn't paying attention to, but you definitely were.
As soon as Sam got the ball you blew your whistle and everyone stopped.
"COLIN!" You scream across the pitch. "DO I HAVE TO CALL ROY'S NIECE TO COME OVER HERE AND TEACH YOU HOW TO KICK THE BALL?"
The managers all held back a laugh, Roy and Beard smirking with approval, and the rest of the team busted out into laughter. Rebecca on the other hand, was in shock. The sweet, quiet girl she'd gotten to know was replaced by an assertive, confident coach, a side of you she didn't even know existed. She was even more enamored with you now than she ever was before.
"Oh come on coach! It was a fine pass!" He argued.
"'Fine' won't win the whole damn thing! If you want to be 'fine' then drop down to the lower levels of the league!"
The teams laughter fades and a few of the guys whistle and you hear a few mutter "oh shit".
"Run it again!" You say, blowing the whistle again.
"Fuckin' cunt." Colin murmurs under his breath.
The boys reset and start the play over, Colin gets the ball and passes it to Sam again with a perfect execution, giving Sam the opportunity to sink the ball right into the net.
"There we go! That's what I'm talking about!" You yell before blowing your whistle.
Walking out onto the pitch you walk up to Colin and pat him on the back.
"That was perfect! Did you feel how you had way more control when you connected with the ball this time?" You say as you imitate kicking a ball.
"Yes coach, I see what you mean."
"Good! Because when you hit it just right, you don't have to worry about trying to control where the ball is gonna go, you can focus on putting as much or as little power behind the kick to get it to your teammate. Just like you did with Sam, the ball got to him faster and he was able to sink that puppy straight into the net before the other team knew what hit 'em!"
Colin nods at you and you give him another pat on the shoulder before you turn away. Walking back over to the coaches, you see Rebecca sitting in the stands watching. A blush creeps across your cheeks as you give her a little wave and she waves back. You can't read her face, you're not sure if she's impressed, indifferent or unhappy with your coaching style. As training continues you try not to focus on Rebecca and direct your attention to the boys on the field.
Rebecca watches you as training continues. She sees Ted wrap his arm around your shoulder for a moment and says something to you. He spoke too quietly and she's sitting too far away to hear what he said, but she notices you relax a little before he pulls his arm away.
When training was finally over, you all head back inside, Rebecca had left at some point, although you're not sure when. In your office, you're going over a few new plays you've come up with, seeing which player would best fit each position.
"Well howdy there boss!" You hear Ted say as the sound of heels clicking across the floor enters the office. "What'd ya think of today's trainin'?"
"I must admit I was quite impressed." She says.
Looking over your shoulder, you see Rebecca lean up against the door connecting your and Ted's offices.
"Y/n, I almost couldn't believe that was you out there." She says playfully.
The blush creeps up again and you let out a nervous giggle.
"Oh, yeah, thank you."
Rebecca raises and eyebrow at you and flashes you a smile.
"Come up to my office after work, Keeley and I are going to be spending some time up there today."
"Oh? Yeah, of course. Thanks for the invite."
Rebecca smiles at you again and walks out through the locker room.
"Colin, coach l/n really ripped you a new one out there." Isaac says.
"She was such a bitch! I kicked the ball perfect the first time." Colin responds, visibly annoyed.
"I would show your coaches some more respect if I were you, Mr. Hughes." Rebecca says with daggers in her eyes.
"Oh, Ms. Welton, yes, of course, I'm so sorry." He says, obviously taken by surprise because he didn't see her there.
"Even I could tell that first kick was utter garbage." She says before walking away.
Could she really tell? No, absolutely not. But Rebecca knew what you were doing and trusted you. She also was not about to let the players trash talk their coach, especially the only female coach. That was not going to fly in her locker room.
After work you head up to Rebecca's office to find her sitting on the couch with Keeley.
"Y/n! I'm glad you came!" Rebecca says, her face lighting up a little when she sees you.
"Of course, thanks for the invite." You reply with a soft smile.
"Come in, come take a seat," Rebecca moves closer to Keeley, opening up a spot next to her. "would you like a glass of wine?"
"I would love one, thank you."
Rebecca hands you a glass after you sit down and you take a sip, your eyes flickering between the two women.
"I have to say, I'm still shocked that that was you out on the pitch this afternoon." Rebecca says as she takes a sip.
"What happened on the pitch?!" Keeley asks.
"Our sweet, quiet little y/n became this loud, assertive coach. Those boys listened to her as well as they listen to Roy."
"No shit! So you're like an entirely different person when you coach?"
"Um, I guess." You say, the blush returning once again.
"She absolutely does." Rebecca says. "I was impressed, really."
For some reason, that took you by surprise. You didn't think you could ever do anything to impress Rebecca.
"Really?"
"Absolutely, the way you commanded the team was incredible."
"Oh my god I bet it was so hot watching you get all assertive like that!" Keeley says, causing your blush to deepen.
"I don't know about that." You mumble.
Rebecca shrugs a little and smiles at you and you take another sip of wine.
As the night progresses, the three of you talk, laugh and genuinely enjoy each others company. The wine loosened you up a bit and you're talking a little more freely than you usually do. Something that both Rebecca and Keeley seem to be happy about.
"Oh! I wanted to ask you y/n, what did Ted say to you on the pitch this afternoon?" Rebecca asks.
"When?"
"After you yelled at Colin, he put his arm around you and said something to you."
"Oh," you say, blushing once again. "he just said that I was doing a really good job and that he was proud of me."
"Aw I love Ted!" Keeley says. "He's such a sweetheart."
"He's a really good guy, it's nice to have someone so supportive on the pitch."
"I can imagine! It must be tough being the only chick out there."
"It's not too bad, I mean sometimes the guys say shit but I don't let it get to me."
Rebecca stiffens when she hears you say that the team makes comments to her. She doesn't even realize it but her grip on her wine glass tightens.
"What do they say to you?" Rebecca asks.
"Honestly I don't really pay attention, sometimes they're just teasing me, sometimes they like, pretend hit on me, say stupid things. The usual things that immature athletes usually say."
"That is absolutely unacceptable." Rebecca says, her tone growing more serious.
"It's okay really-"
"No it's not, you're their manager, they should respect you just as much as they respect the other managers."
"I guess." You say, shrugging.
"No, no, they absolutely should. And if it continues there will be hell to pay."
"Rebecca, really-"
"No babes she's right," Keeley chimes in. "you absolutely deserve the same amount of respect that the other coaches get and it's some sexist bullshit that you're not getting it."
Coming to terms with the fact that this is absolutely a losing battle, you smile at the two women.
"Thanks guys, I really appreciate it."
Rebecca wraps her arm around your shoulders and pulls you into her. The moment her skin touches yours your heartbeat quickens. AS she pulls you closer you're engulfed in her perfume. It's a beautiful, no doubt expensive, scent. It automatically relaxes you even though your heart still feels like its beating out of your chest. You look up at Rebecca and she looks down at you and smiles. Immediately her gorgeous green eyes captivate you and you get lost in them for a moment. Opening your mouth to speak, you realize your throat has gone dry so you grab your wine glass and take a sip.
"We got your back babes!" Keeley says.
"We absolutely do." Rebecca says, smiling down at you.
Later that night you lay in bed unable to fall asleep. The moment Rebecca wrapped her arm around you replays over and over again on a loop. You've never felt like that before and you can't figure out why. Was it because she's your boss? Not really. How about because she saw you in your coach mode earlier? Nah. What the hell made you so nervous in such a pretty woman's arms!
Right after that thought passed through your mind it hit you. You liked Rebecca, a lot. Way more than you ever thought or would have admitted to yourself.
Shit. You had a crush on your boss.
The next morning Rebecca calls a meeting with all of the coaches and the team. Everyone gathers in the conference room and you sit in one of the chairs, fidgeting nervously because you think you know why you're all here.
"Good morning everyone, I'm sure you're all wondering why I called this meeting this morning."
"Colin I told ya, you gotta use soap when ya shower mate!" Jamie says, making the entire team laugh.
Rebecca glares at Jamie and he shrinks back in his seat.
"Sorry Ms. Welton." He mumbles.
"It was recently brought to my attention that one of the managers here has not been given the same amount of respect as the others. Something that I witnessed myself in the locker room yesterday." She says, staring daggers at Colin, who also shrinks into his seat. "Every manager on this team, assistant or otherwise, deserves your respect and I will not tolerate anyone on this team disrespecting them in any way. If I find out that any one of you are making fun of, ostracizing or disrespecting any of the coaches on this team you will be benched for the first five games." The team takes a collective breath in, they're all a little intimidated by Rebecca and they don't take her threats lightly. "Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Ms. Welton." They say in unison.
"Wonderful, now unless anyone has any questions or concerns, you all are dismissed."
Ted turns to you and the other coaches, a confused look on his face.
"What the heck was all of that about?"
The coaches shrug their shoulders and you stay silent. The guys on the team have never said anything in front of the other coaches so you're not surprised that they didn't know they weren't treating you all that nicely.
Everyone leaves the conference room and you head to your office. The day goes by pretty quickly and the threats Rebecca made seem to have stuck because the boys are giving you less attitude than they normally do. When the day is finally over you make your way up to Rebecca's office to thank her for putting her foot down.
You knock on the door and hear her on the other side.
"Come in!" When she see's you after you open the door, her face lights up again. "Oh! Y/n! What a wonderful surprise." She says with a smile, closing her laptop. "Please, sit." She gestures to the chair in front of her desk.
You take a seat and drink her in for a quick moment. Her hair is pulled back elegantly so you can see every beautiful feature of her face. Her green button down shirt, that's showing off her perfect breasts just enough to tease you, makes her eyes pop. If you could, you would sit here all night and just look at her.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" She asks with a smile.
"I just wanted to thank you, for earlier today."
"Oh you don't have to thank me! It's absolutely unacceptable to disrespect the people that rank higher than you. I wish you had told me sooner, I'm so sorry you've been dealing with that for so long." Her green eyes look sad, not like the pitied you, but sad that you've been treated like shit from your players.
"Yeah, I just tend to take things as they are. I don't like making waves."
"Well if anything like this ever happens again, I hope you do."
"Thank you, I will."
"I was surprised that Ted and the other coaches didn't even know. They can usually pick up on those things quickly."
"Yeah, the guys were pretty discrete when it came to them insulting me or something."
"Did you tell anyone? Like a boyfriend or-"
"Oh no, I don't have a boyfriend."
"Oh?"
"I'm not really, into guys so much." You say as you feel your cheeks starting to get warm.
"Oh." Rebecca says, almost surprised.
"I'm guessing you weren't expecting that." You say with a laugh.
"Uh, no, honestly, I was not." She also says with a laugh.
"I mean, come on, I'm a football coach for a men's team, it's kinda obvious."
"Well when you put it like that!" The two of you laugh for a minute.
Her laugh is amazing, it fills your chest with so much joy. If you could have it played on repeat for hours, you would.
"Anyway, thank you again for doing that, it means a lot."
"Of course, I can't let my staff, no less my favorite employee, be harassed by the team."
"Aw, thanks." You say, smiling at her. "I'll let you go-"
"I was just about to leave, walk with me to the carpark?"
"Of course."
The two of you walk out of the building and into the carpark in a comfortable silence. The sky is dark and there's only a few cars left, including her driver and your car. Rebecca turns towards you and you mirror her action. She tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and gently cups your face. Without realizing it, you unconsciously lean into her hand, when you realize what you just did your eyes widen. Rebecca only smirks and her thumb caresses your cheek.
"If I wasn't your boss," She says softly, as if she's talking to herself while she's admiring you.
Her hand leaves your face and you grab hold of it with yours.
"Even if you are, I wouldn't mind." You say, just as softly, with a smile.
Rebecca looks at you with a bit of surprise in her eyes, she was never expecting you to say that. She's had the feeling that you had a crush on her for awhile now, long before you realized you did. And she's secretly been admiring you from afar.
The thought of dating an employee sounds so incredibly unprofessional to Rebecca. But at the same time, you're not just any employee.
"I must say, I'm torn on the matter." She says with a small smile.
"Well, give me a chance to ease your worries." You say with a confidence you haven't had in awhile.
Rebecca picks up on your sudden burst of confidence and a smile crosses her face.
"Alright then, Friday night, 7pm, I'll pick you up?"
"Perfect."
"It's a date."
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fazedlight · 28 days
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Maybe an unpopular opinion, but the idea that Kara would eventually tell the world she's Supergirl is a good ending (if written well). Having the constant looming stress of "if I get outed, everyone I love will get fucking murdered" is... a heavy burden, and I think she's been through enough hardship in her life.
But in order to do that, you need to address two things...
General xenophobia
It's a Super Life
The show sort of does address xenophobia. We go from "aliens aren't real [except Superman]" (which is a weird stance in the pilot but oh well) to "aliens are real" to "aliens are a major threat" (season 4) to "building acceptance" (season 6). Acceptance is never sudden and total, but things can shift over time where it's safer to be out now than decades ago, and that's what happens in the show with being alien. I think they could've done better here (especially in highlighting Kara's stress to give us a better sense of why being able to be out is important), but they tried.
But they never touch It's a Super Life. In Kara's mind, her secret coming out can get everyone killed! Everyone she loves! And the thing is, it's so easy to fix. Mxy can't really rewrite time - if he could, "Mr. & Mrs. Mxyzptlk" would've gone much better for him. He's just a trickster god who took the obvious route (lying) to making his friend feel better. Problem solved.
But they didn't touch on that, which makes the finale decision BIZARRE.
Of course, revisiting It's a Super Life poses a problem in the writing. For a lot of the rift, we saw a really beautiful saga of "two flawed people, driven by their different traumas, caused each other a lot of pain". It's a Super Life was part of the shift away from that complexity. The showrunners just couldn't handle it.
But with better writing... we can end up in a world where Kara feels safe and happy, and finally free of that weighty burden that she might suddenly lose everything again.
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