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The moment she realizes you're crying, everything stops. “Hey—hey, what's wrong?”
She's immediately cupping your face, searching your expression for an answer. Kate's usually pretty energetic and playful, but she becomes incredibly gentle when she thinks she's hurt you.
She'd ask before touching you again, probably three times. “Do you want me to stop?” A pause. “Or should I…you want me to just hold you?”
And if you nod, she's pulling you against her chest without hesitation. She’d feel brief relief once confirming that the tears were simply from overwhelm, and not because she’s hurt you in some way. But that relief would of course take a back seat to making sure you’re wholly okay.
“I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you,” Kate would whisper over and over whilst holding you tightly, not even thinking about restarting anything until you were ready. And if you wanted to call it quits for the night entirely? That would be perfectly okay with her too.
Yelena Belova
Yelena notices immediately.
She'd stop and study your face for half a second before her entire demeanor softens. “Hey. Look at me.”
No teasing. No assumptions. Just that incredibly steady gaze. She'd wipe your tears away with her thumb and ask quietly:
“Are you hurt?”
If you tell her no, she doesn't automatically assume everything is fine. She’d push just a little. “Then why are crying?”
And when you explain that you're simply overwhelmed, emotional, or that everything suddenly feels like too much, Yelena would understand. She'd pull you against her and kiss your forehead. “Okay,” she’d say. “You are safe.”
Honestly, she'd probably become ridiculously cuddly afterward. You'd wake up later with Yelena practically wrapped around you like a human blanket.
Natasha Romanoff
Natasha would be the calmest.
The instant she noticed the tears, she'd stop. No startled reaction or frantic questioning.
Just a quiet: “Hey.”
Her hand would come up to your cheek. “Talk to me.”
Natasha is particularly good at reading subtle body language, so she'd probably already have a pretty good idea whether you're frightened, hurt, overwhelmed, or simply emotional. And if you tell her you're okay? She'd still make you take a moment.“Okay. Then just breathe.”
She'd guide you through slowing your breathing, keeping eye contact the entire time. Only when she's certain you're comfortable would she ask whether you want to continue—or simply lie there together.
And if you choose the latter? Natasha would be perfectly content with that. She'd tuck you against her chest, stroke your hair, and quietly say: “You don't have to be embarrassed.”
Because she knows exactly how vulnerable it feels to cry in front of someone.
Valkyrie
Valkyrie initially looks completely bewildered.
“Wait. Are you crying?”
She'd immediately stop, though. The teasing disappears as soon as she realizes you're genuinely overwhelmed. “Hey, hey, what is it? C’mere.”
She'd pull you against her and let you hide your face against her shoulder if that's what you want. And because she's Valkyrie, she'd probably try to make you laugh once she's certain you're okay. “You know, for the record, I was not aware I was that good.”
You'd probably smack her shoulder.
“What? Too soon?” A little grin.
Then she'd kiss your forehead and settle back beside you. “Take your time, sweetheart.”
Valkyrie would be especially good at making the whole thing feel normal rather than embarrassing. No awkwardness, no shame, no treating your tears like they're a problem she needs to solve. Just her knowing and acknowledging that you’re emotional. And telling you that everything is okay, and that she’s here for you.
premise: Kara wakes up sick with a cold she acquired from spending too much time on red sun planets. Though she vehemently denies even having the ability to get sick, you’re more than happy to nurse her back to good health like the attentive girlfriend you are
content: kara zor-el x fem!reader; mention of drinking; sickfic; fluff; grumpy!sick!kara; caretaker!reader; 1.5k words
more to say: i went to the coffee shop today hoping to have a productive editing session. stayed there for over two hours, and only edited one thing because i couldn’t lock in😶 you win some, you lose some, i guess 😅 anyway, there’s definitely going to be a shortage of fics between now and October, i’m sure you all have gathered that, but this was just a cutie little idea that i had. kara is so fun to write for <3
Waking up before Kara has become the norm.
You’ve always been an early riser, and since you’ve been dating Kara, you’ve known her to be the one who wants to catch a few more zzz’s. You don’t mind. Usually when you climb out of bed first, you would hear that sleepy groan from behind you, Kara’s hand darting out to touch your back. A whisper of “stay” or “where you goin’, cutie?” mumbled against your neck before you can get far enough away. It pulls you back in every time
This morning however, all you receive when you move is a sleepy grunt from beside you and a murmur of, “So fuckin’ cold,” and Kara wrapping herself up in the blanket like a burrito before you’re even fully out of the bed.
You chuckle down at the Kara-shaped lump in the blanket. “Well good morning to you too, grouchy,”
Kara’s answering harrumph earns her a fond eye roll. You search the room for a shirt to throw on—one of Kara’s graphic tees being the first thing you find—/‘d then you’re out of the bedroom with the intention of making your grumpy girlfriend some breakfast.
Your assumption was that she’d oversleep today. She’d just gotten back home last night from another red sun bender. Sometimes, you’d accompany her on these trips, but this time, you didn’t go. You’d had too much work to do, so you’d kissed her goodbye and just told her to enjoy herself. And you knew she had judging by the tipsy state she’d come back in.
Even despite Kara not being a morning person, the smell of breakfast food is usually enough to rouse her from her slumber. She’d come padding out of the bedroom with sleepy eyes and mussed hair. A cheeky smirk just for you once she sets eyes on you. One that would have you running to kiss her, morning breath be damned. But even as you finish cooking, (just some scrambled eggs and toast because Kara loved the simple stuff) there’s still no sign of the blonde, and the bedroom door remains shut.
You smile to yourself as you arrange Kara’s breakfast plate on a tray along with a glass of orange juice. “Okay, princess treatment it is this morning,”
You carry the tray down the hall and nudge the bedroom door open with your shoulder. You smile once again at the Kara-shaped lump underneath the covers that’s yet to move.
“Karaaaaa,” you singsong as you flick on the ceiling light. Another moan from beneath the covers.
“Come on, babe. I made you breakfast,” you say, trying to coax your girlfriend out with the promise of fried eggs.
“Not hungry, just cold,” says the lump.
“Well, I’m sure this breakfast will warm you right up. It’s scrambled eggs and toast. And orange juice. All your earthly faves. Now why don’t you come out of there?”
Kara groans a sound that might’ve been ‘no’, but you couldn’t tell. You reach over and gently tug the blanket down enough to see Kara’s face. She protests, but seems too weak to fight back. And when you finally get a look at her face, you realize there may be a different reason why she wasn’t in a hurry to get out of bed. Her nose is cherry-red, her eyes puffy. As if on cue, she sniffles.
“Kara,” Your eyebrows knit together. “Are you—“
“No,” Kara huffs before you can even finish. “I’m not sick.”
“I was just going to ask if you were okay,” you finish. “But yeah, that too. You don’t look so hot,”
Kara shakes her head rapidly. “No. I don’t get sick. That’s like…my whole thing. I’m not from earth. How can I get an earth cold?” Her rant is followed by an indignant, wet sniff.
“Because you probably didn’t get it from earth, Kara,” you say, bringing the back of your hand up to feel Kara’s forehead. “You probably got it off-planet. And judging by the way your forehead feels, you’re definitely burning up.”
“Okay, I’m starting to feel really insulted here. Am I not always this hot?” Kara asks, trying for a beguiling smile. At least, it probably would have read as beguiling if her nose weren’t red as a tomato and her under eyes weren’t puffier than you’ve ever seen them.
You quirk your lips to the side. “Yes, Kara, ordinarily, you’re a smoke show, but you know that’s not what I’m talking about,” You riffle through the top drawer of the bed table for a thermometer. You’re surprised when Kara opens her mouth for the thermometer without making much of a fuss.
“Well, bad news,” you say, checking the reading. “Your temp is 100.5 right now,”
“That’s good right? Triple digits?” Kara blinks up at you.
“No, that’s a fever,” you tut, shoving the thermometer back into the drawer.
Kara waves her hand dismissively. “Fever shmever. Babe, I’m telling you, I’ll kick this…whatever this is in like an hour,” Kara stands from the bed before you can protest.
“Babe—“ you start.
You don’t have time to say much else, but you don’t have to. Kara sways almost as soon as her feet hit the ground. She teeters, rights herself, then teeters again. You lunge, grabbing her just as she starts to fall, and pull her back into bed.
“Dizzy, aren’t you?” You ask
Kara sighs, holding up her thumb and index finger to indicate ‘a little’.
“Yeah, that’ll be the fever,” You tuck Kara beneath the covers, trying not to look into those baby blue eyes. She was giving you the most crestfallen look right now, and you couldn’t take it.
“But we were gonna go to that thing with the planets today, right?” She asks.
“The planetarium? Yes, babe, I was excited to take you there. But you have a fever, you’re dizzy, you’re shivering. You can’t go anywhere like this, I’m sorry,”
Kara huffs and flops back against the pillows with all the grace of a disgruntled toddler, even going as far as to throw her arm over her face.
“We’ll go another time,” you promise, gingerly pulling Kara’s arm away so you can peck her on the forehead. “But for now, you need to get some rest. I’ll leave the orange juice, but I doubt you have an appetite right now, do you?”
Kara shakes her head weakly and you pick up the breakfast tray, depositing the orange juice onto a celestial-patterned coaster. “I’ll be right back,” you promise, squeezing Kara’s hand in yours before leaving the bedroom to put the food away.
When you return a few minutes later, Kara’s eyes are closed, her breathing soft like she’d just dozed off. You smile at her before quietly crossing the room to the bed table again. You pull a silver bell from the middle drawer. And though you try to set it down on the table top as gingerly as possible, it still lets out a quiet, musical jingle, making you wince.
Kara’s eyes flutter open. “Wha? Huh?” She blunders.
“Sorry, baby. I tried to be quiet,” you coo as you straighten up. “Here,” you pass her the bell and she takes it delicately, propping herself up against the headboard with effort.
She studies it like it’s an object she’s never seen before, gives it an experimental shake, filling the room with a musical chime. “A bell?” she asks.
“Yeah. If you need me at any time throughout the day and I’m not in here with you, you can just ring that bell,” you explain.
“And you’ll come running?” Kara asks.
“I’m at your service,” you say with a theatrical bow.
Kara looks between you and the bell, lifting one thick brow deviously. Then, she gives the bell another shake.
“Yes, Kara, what do you need?” You ask with a soft laugh.
“Hugs and kisses,” Kara says. “Stat. I don’t know if I’ll make it otherwise,”
You roll your eyes, but oblige, climbing back into bed with Kara and pulling her against you.
“Mm, that’s more like it,” Kara says as she snuggles into you, her arms going around your middle and her warm breath fanning over your neck. “And my kisses?”
You turn and kiss Kara on the forehead. She doesn’t answer the way you’d expect, clicking her tongue in annoyance. “A real kiss!” She complains, lifting her head and puckering her lips.
“I’m sorry, babe, I’m not kissing you on the mouth while you’re sick!” You laugh, playfully dodging her as she tries to plant one on you. “You don’t wanna get me sick too, do you?”
Kara pulls back to look at you exasperated. “So I can’t even have kisses anymore?”
“You can have all the kisses you want once you’re feeling better,” you say, giving Kara one more squeeze before climbing back out of the bed. “For now, just try to get some rest.”
Kara grumbles but complies, setting the silver bell on the bed table and pulling the blanket back up to her nose. You’ve barely made it a step over the threshold when you hear the familiar trill of the bell again. You turn back to find the sleepy smile you’d been coveting for earlier.
“Just making sure you can hear it,” Kara quips.
Your lips curve, your heart feeling like it could burst at any moment. “I promise I can,” you say. “Get some rest, okay?”
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Summary: You share a drunk kiss with your friend Kara, but it turns out you were both sober.
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Kara is supposed to be your friend. A friend that you may or may not have kissed. You both passed it off as a drunken incident. Neither of you brought it up or talked about it.
However the kiss has been marinating in your mind since it happened a few days ago. The more you think about it, the more things you start to realize.
The first thing you realize is that you weren’t that drunk if you remember the night with a crystal clear clarity.
The second thing is that Kara is Supergirl. She is from the planet Krypton. Kara should not be able to get drunk on Earth. It would take a godly amount of booze to even get her buzzed.
So the more you think about it, it becomes less of a drunk kiss. Which completely intimidates you.
Why would Supergirl kiss you of all people?
If you were being honest, it was more than just a simple peck. They were throwing a party for the Justice League. Something about a world ending threat being annihilated. Clark had invited you so you decided to go.
At some point in the night you end up outside of the party. You’re sitting on a bench in a beautiful backyard, with a full view of every star in the sky.
It’s only you out there until Kara joins.
“The party is inside you know?”
“I know.”
She takes a seat, leaving no space between the two of you. You aren’t complaining, the cold air had been almost freezing. Her natural body heat made you feel warm almost instantly.
“You okay?”
The question causes you to look at her. You don’t mean to react, but you don’t think you’ve been this close to her before. She’s beautiful. It’s not new information, but seeing her glow in the pale moon light definitely amplified the way you felt about her.
You try your best not to break eye contact with her, but for a split second you look at her lips.
“I’m fine.”
She hums, “I don’t think I like that answer.”
You shrug lightly, “Well it’s my answer.”
The Kryptonian shakes her head, “That’s not going to work for me. What’s going to take your evening from fine to great?”
The words leave your mouth without your permission, “I could think of something.”
The panic is almost instant as you turn your head away from Kara. She’s not an idiot and she’s not as bad at taking hints as Clark. You know that she knows exactly what you’re insinuating.
You’re in shock when you feel Kara delicately turn your face back to hers. She leaves her fingers against your cheek. The look she’s giving you only makes your heart beat faster.
“Like what?” Her smile is full of mischief.
She leans in first. You follow her lead. It really does start off innocently enough. She tries to pull away, you chase her, recapturing her lips. When you pull away, it’s her pulling you back in.
At some point you climb into her lap. Your hands are on her shoulders, and hers are around your waist. You’re both holding back moans. Neither of you are concerned about the party. You’re wrapped up in each other.
You have no idea how long you kiss for. All you know is that Kara’s lips are soft and she uses cherry chapstick.
The kiss ends abruptly when you hear the back door open, indicating that someone was coming out. You jump off of Kara nearly falling. She’s quick to stabilize you with a singular arm.
“Oh my god, it’s so nice out here. The air is fresh,” Jimmy enters the yard with a group of people in tow.
He approaches the two of you for small talk, which you engage with normally. Kara’s arm keeps its place against your side throughout the interaction.
When Jimmy leaves , Clark comes to steal Kara for some hero chat with the rest of the league. You do wait for awhile but eventually you end up leaving the party.
The next time you see Kara neither you address it, and that persists between then and now.
You had thought that this was for the best, but now it’s all you can think about. She’s all you can think about.
You let out a huff of annoyance. Little did you know, not too far from you Kara was having the same dilemma.
She wasn’t drunk at all that night. She knew you weren’t drunk either.
“You’ve been moping since the party,” Clark says as he walks past the couch Kara is currently sprawled out on.
She just gives him a disinterested hum.
“Is this cause of the kiss?”
She sits up straight, “How do you know about that?”
“Super hearing,” he says nonchalantly.
Kara groans.
Clark takes a seat next to Kara, “I don’t understand why neither of you are going for it if I’m being honest.”
Kara squints, “You think she’d go for me?”
Clark nods his head, “Kara you’re a literal super hero.”
“That’s not always a good thing Clark. What if it’s too much for her?”
Clark waves Kara off, “Y/n has pulled a chunk of miscellaneous alien tech from my ribs. Don’t think the profession discourages her.”
“I really don’t want to fuck this up.”
The dark haired man places a hand on her shoulder, “You won’t, you should really go talk to her.”
The blonde is reluctant but she gets up, “Do you ever get tired of the whole boy scout thing?”
“I could never get tired of being helpful,” he smiles genuinely.
She rolls her eyes, “Oh brother.”
“Cousin actually,” he jokes.
Kara moves towards the door without a glance at her cousin. When she opens it you’re standing there with your fist up. She immediately closes the door.
Before she panics and opens it again.
“Hi, um sorry, I just wasn’t expecting you to be there. I was actually coming to see you, if I can believe that,” the blonde laughs nervously.
“Hey Y/n.”
You wave at the man inside, “Hey Clark.”
Kara narrows her eyes, “So you’re just going to ignore me?”
Your eyes lock on hers and she feels the pull instantly, “Hi Kara.”
She softens, “Hi Y/n.”
Your hands fall behind your back as you rock on the balls of your feet, “I came to see if you maybe wanted to go on a walk.”
Kara tosses a glance over her shoulder. Clark is looking on with a reassuring smile. “I’ll be back later.”
“Have fun you two.”
The door shuts behind her.
“I take it this is one of those walks where it doesn’t really matter where we’re going.”
You nod, “Definitely one of those walks.”
“Do you mind if I take us somewhere?”
“Lead the way Supergirl,” that pulls a small chuckle from Kara.
You walk side by side in silence. It’s not awkward, but there’s definitely something in the air. The streets are crowded today. It makes you a little anxious, but you don’t harp on it.
As if she can sense it, Kara takes hold of your hand. She doesn’t ask or address it. The Kryptonian simply places her hand in yours. It does work to lessen some of your nerves.
You end up in a park. Kara heads straight for the swings. She sits first and you follow her lead.
“I think you know what we need to talk about,” you break the silence.
She nods, “I know.”
You sigh, “We kissed.”
She finishes your thought, “And we were not under any kind of influence.”
You begin to kick your feet lightly in the seat of the swing, “So what does that mean?”
Kara copies your motion. “It means I finally got to do something that I wanted to do for a long time now.”
“You wanted to kiss me?” There’s disbelief in your words.
“Of course I wanted to kiss you, Y/n. There’s no one else like you on this planet, or any other planet for that matter.”
You glance at her, “You’re literally-”
She shakes her head, “I know, and if that’s a deal breaker for you I get it.”
“It’s not,” you say quickly.
“Are you sure?”
You smile, “Very sure.”
Kara stops her momentum and you do the same. The way she’s looking at you makes you feel warm inside. You can see the nerves in her expression. The determination is there too, in the way she sets her jaw.
“I think we should be more than friends. I’ve had these feelings for awhile,” she admits.
You tease her, “Like friends with benefits.”
She responds softly, “No, not that. I already care too much about you for that to work.”
You get off of your swing and stand in front of Kara. “I was just joking. I want something more with you too.”
She tilts her head up to meet your eyes, “Yeah?”
You extend your hand and she takes it, allowing you to pull her up. “Yeah.”
She ends up less than a foot in front of you. There’s a reserved smile breaking out across her face. It feels contagious as you begin to mirror her expression.
“Can I kiss you again?” Kara’s hands are already hovering over your waist when she asks.
You don’t reply verbally. You give her the smallest of nods. She leans in more hesitantly this time. The blonde’s movements are stuttering, building up the anticipation.
You can’t wait anymore. You meet her halfway. It catches her by surprise but she relaxes almost instantly.
Supergirl only pulls away because you’re in a public place. Her forehead rests against yours and her eyes are closed. Yours are open, you revel in the expression she’s making.
Unable to help yourself, your thumb reaches up to pull Kara’s lip down, just a little. You see her full body shiver.
“You like that?”
Her eyes open, “I like everything you do.”
Heat crawls up your face immediately, “I really like you too Kara.”
“What if I took you out right now?”
“Like a date?”
She pecks your lips again. “Yeah like a date.”
You’re practically swooning, “I’d love that.”
She loops her arm through yours. “Let’s go then, pretty girl.”
You should’ve known better than to think you could fool a Black Widow.
The warehouse was supposed to be empty—quiet, routine, a perfect opportunity to slip in, plant the bug, and get out. But the moment you stepped through the door, the air shifted. Heavy. Electric. Predatory.
A hand landed on your hip before you even heard her move.
Natasha pressed up behind you, her breath ghosting over the shell of your ear as her fingers traced a slow, mocking path down your side.
“I know you’re wearing a wire,” she whispered.
You froze. Hard.
Your mouth opened, but nothing came out—not with her voice melting down your spine like that. Not with her body pinning yours, her thigh sliding casually between your legs like she had every right.
“You thought I wouldn’t notice?” she continued, lips dragging against the sensitive curve behind your ear. “Baby… you really underestimate me.”
Her hand slid under your jacket, dangerous and intimate. She found the mic instantly, plucking the tiny device free with a soft click.
“Well,” she murmured, stepping around you, turning you by the chin so you were face-to-face with her amused, devastating smirk, “now we don’t have an audience.”
She tossed the wire aside. Somewhere on the floor, it skittered to silence.
Natasha’s gaze dropped to your lips. Slow. Deliberate.
“You should run,” she said, even as she pushed you back against the nearest crate, her hands already slipping under your shirt. “But I don’t think you will.”
Her thumb brushed over your lower lip, and she watched—hungry—as you shivered.
“You came here to spy on me.” Her thigh pressed up between your legs again, higher this time, forcing a gasp from your throat. “Now you’re going to tell me exactly why.”
Your breath shook. “Natasha—”
“No.” Her hand closed around your jaw, firm but not cruel. “You don’t get to say my name like that unless you’re ready to beg for me.”
Her leg shifted just enough to drag a delicious, slow friction right where you needed it.
Heat shot through you. Your hands found her shoulders without thinking.
She noticed.
“Oh,” Natasha purred, leaning in so her lips just barely brushed yours, “you’re trembling.”
Her free hand slid down, undoing the button of your pants with a practiced flick, danger and desire tangled in every movement.
“Tell me…” Her fingers slipped inside your waistband, knuckles grazing sensitive skin. “Were you going to let them listen while I made you come?”
Your knees nearly buckled.
Natasha caught you by the hips, laughing under her breath—a low, dark sound that curled straight between your legs.
“Answer me.”
“I—I wasn’t—”
“That’s what I thought.” She kissed you then. Hard. Claiming. Punishing.
And while your head spun and your back arched, Natasha’s fingers eased lower, tracing the heat between your thighs through your panties—barely there, maddening.
“You’re lucky I like the idea,” she murmured against your lips. “Otherwise I’d be very, very angry.”
Her touch pressed firmer. Your breath broke.
“Good girl,” she whispered, drinking in every sound you made. “Now let me show you what it feels like to be caught.”
Her fingers slid beneath the fabric at last—hot, sure, devastatingly slow.
“After all…” Natasha kissed your neck, your jaw, the corner of your mouth, “if you wanted my attention—”
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