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genre(s) - drabble, fluff, established relationship
description - everyone in national city seems to be obsessed with supergirl, she’s brave, smart, and kind. her smile that’s brighter than the sun itself makes people’s legs weaken. with just one flex of her bicep and the crowd goes wild, even as humble as she is, a part of her can’t help but appreciate the fact that she’s this cared for. yet, the biggest compliment and accomplishment besides saving lives is you, her understanding and kindhearted angel. after all, you're her biggest obsession.
warning(s) - fluff, kissing, mentions of food, supergirl au
word count - 833
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A COUGH LEAVES HER lips as she walks inside the house with a bag worth of Halloween stolen treats. Immediately taking her shoes off, Sevika’s ears perk up at the sounds of the coffee machine going off and your humming. Shutting and locking the door quietly, she then places her shoes on the shoe rack and grabs her house slippers.
Her suit had gotten much dirtier than yesterday. Her last fight with Lex Luthor’s idiotic robot that tried killing a building full of people caused the grime that she knew dish soap and detergent wouldn’t help. At this point, she wasn’t even sure a power wash would work either. However, your hands are truly gifted from some universe. She wasn’t sure which one but she wasn’t complaining either, it would be squeaky clean whenever you were done with it.
Stepping into the kitchen, you turn around with the cup of coffee in your hand. Extending it out to her, you smile with her. She picks it up and sips on it, humming at the sweet and savory flavors that hit her tongue. You just got it, you understand and she deeply appreciates it.
She silently passes you the plastic bag, and your brows furrow as you grab it. You laugh immediately seeing all your favorite treats and a few of hers.
You look up, raising a brow. “Where the hell did you get this?” You question, rubbing the back of your ear. Sevika shrugs, and groans, the ache in her muscles never leaving.
“One of the older ladies I saved today had a fat bucket of treats and I had to literally beg her not to give it. She didn’t really listen ‘cause we have that.” Her eyes flicker down to the bag and you nod. “Clearly.” You whisper.
You walk over to her and Sevika places the cup down on the island. Her hands immediately wrap around your waist, her grey eyes glistening from the light that peeks through the curtain-closed windows. You rub her back, pressing a kiss against her lips.
Feeling the scar on her upper lip, something you couldn’t get enough of. You weren’t sure why but it felt nice against yours, or whenever she kissed your shoulders. Your hands move up to her cheeks, cupping them as you open your lips a little, feeling her tongue slip in.
You tilt your head more, pushing your head forward as you capture her tongue, lightly sucking it. Sevika pulls you closer, melting in your touch.
She pulls away, her head leaning down to the crook of your neck. Your hands move up to the back of her head, massaging her scalp. She closes her eyes, feeling the slight overwhelming wave from all day coming back again. This time, not too afraid to hide with you. Because this time, she’s not her persona only, she needs her own version of Supergirl too.
You kiss her forehead and hum, the rumble of your throat feels therapeutic. So much so that Sevika thinks about recording it and listening to it on her way to work.
She looks up, her eyes soften, sweet grey eyes that had captured you in years. You kiss her lips again, still massaging her scalp.
“I think I’m going to have to buy us a massage chair.” You whisper, earning a deep stomach laugh from Sevika. You smile and laugh right after, leaning your forehead against hers. “Early birthday gift for me?” Her voice pitches up a little. You giggle and nod, “mmh, something like that.”
She pulls away fully, a sigh comes out and she turns her head to the stove. Looking back at you, “You want takeout tonight?” She says with hope. You continue to smile, “I love it when we think the same thing.” You kiss her cheek, moving over to the microwave, you open it and pull out the large brown bag.
Placing it on the island, you take out the plethora of food. “Chinese food tonight.” You mutter and Sevika hums, coming behind you and pressing kisses down your back. “Wonton soup?” She questions, seeing one of the plastic cartons. You nod, “for you, bet you could do with some soup.” You mutter and she kisses your cheek.
“I think I’m gonna marry you again.” She wraps her arms around you again, and you laugh and roll your eyes. “Over some Chinese food?” You turn your head back to her and she nods seriously with a lopsided grin.
You shake your head and sigh, “I love you, you dork.” She continues to smile, her eyes gleaming at your words.
Yeah, they love her but not the way you love each and every side of Sevika.
She kisses your neck and grabs the soup, “I love you much more.” She says genuinely, wondering what she’ll bring home tomorrow to surprise you. Her favorite routine, to some it might seem insignificant among all the other many things she does but not to her. Never to her.
guys my lesbian teacher has a photo of caitlyn kiramman framed on her lil shelf by her desk and when i asked her abt it she said that’s her wife💀i told her that vi finna beat her ass😂she said that’s her favorite character and i told her that mine is sevika cause yall know that my wife or wtv
