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Milly Alcock photographed by John Tslavis
Jenna Ortega attends the 32nd Annual Actor Awards at Shrine Auditorium and Expo Hall on March 01, 2026 in Los Angeles, California. (Photo by Kevin Mazur/Getty Images)
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Jenna Ortega | 32nd Annual Actor Awards in Los Angeles, California | March 01, 2026
She looks so good 😮💨🤍
Bro😭🥹I use to pray for days likes this!
Kara drops a box in Y/N's arms.
Kara: Happy Valentine's Day.
Y/N opens the box to see a blaster.
Kara: Now you can defend yourself if something happens.
Y/N: This is really cool. Thank you.
Kara kisses Y/N softly on the lips.
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Y/N is finishing up dealing with some criminals, when Kara enters the building through a window.
Kara: Sup, L/N.
Y/N: Hey. What brings you to Gotham?
Kara: Can't a girl visit her vigilante boyfriend?
Y/N: Remember the last time? We're trouble together.
Kara: Fun trouble.
Y/N: Yeah.
Kara: Want to get into some?
Y/N: Always.
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Supergirl (2026)
New Scenes from the Puppy Bowl teaser!
Kara Zor el x reader
Ch4. The bar
Summary: Kara in space at a bar getting hit on
Story:
The bar was loud
With music blasting through the speaker, aliens' voices were blending together as Kara walked towards the bartender. This was her kind of place—noisy, loud, crowded, easy to disappear in.
Kara ordered a few drinks to start off the night, but soon, it wasn't enough. Kara needed more tonight, more than usual, because for some reason, her mind kept drifting.
"Another," she said.
The bartender slid one over.
Good. Distractions.
She quickly finished it and took another drink.
Better.
Just then, someone slid into the empty seat beside Kara.
"Rough night?"
She didn't look over. "Depends on who's asking."
"Just making conversation," the man said.
She glanced at him then—tall, confident, clearly used to getting attention. The kind of guy who probably worked the bar scene for a living.
Normally, this would be her type, and she needed a distraction after all, but something didn't feel right.
"Buy you a drink?" he offered.
Kara lifted her glass. "Already have one."
"I can fix that."
"Not necessary."
He smiled anyway. "Are you always this unfriendly?"
"Only when people won't go away."
That should've been the end of it.
It wasn't.
"So," he said, leaning back like he wasn't bothered, "are you here alone?"
Kara took another sip. "Obviously."
He chuckled. "Want to change that?"
Normally, she would've.
She'd give him a smile, maybe trade a few lines, and be gone before it meant anything.
But for some reason, she didn't answer right away.
She frowned, just a little.
"Not tonight."
He blinked. "Not your type?"
Kara didn't respond, she just fiddled with the empty glass, not even bothering to respond.
The guy shrugged and slid off the stool, already scanning the bar for someone else.
Kara watched him go, then turned back.
That should've been easy.
She stared at the glass like it had personally betrayed her.
"...Huh."
Normally, she wouldn't even think twice about something like that. Someone offers. She says yes. Or no. It doesn't matter.
Except this time, it did.
Not in a big way.
Just in a small, irritating one.
She took another sip. The drink tasted the same.
"Stupid," she muttered, more to herself than anything else.
The music kept playing.
The bar kept moving.
"Hey bartender?"
"Yes?"
"One more shot, please," she said.
---
A week later, Kara was alone on her ship, floating through a quiet stretch of space.
No music. No crowds. Just the low hum of the engines and Krypto curled up near the control panel, chewing lazily on one of his toys.
Kara opened a storage compartment and frowned.
Empty.
She checked another.
Also empty.
"...You've got to be kidding me," she muttered.
Krypto lifted his head, his tail giving a hopeful wag.
"Don't look at me like that," she said. "This is your fault."
She leaned back against the console, arms crossed.
Great. No food.
Which meant—
She sighed.
"Ugh. Fine."
She punched in a familiar set of coordinates, pretending the irritation in her chest was about nothing more than running out of supplies.
Definitely not about where she was heading.
Request by @zhellas : DCU!Kara crashes into a building mid fight, interrupting a modeling shoot with Model!R, briefly flirts with him (“How you doin’~” 👀) before getting dragged back into the fight with some villain
Kara is in the middle of a battle when she is flung in the direction of a building. Inside the building, you are having a modeling shoot when the wall bursts open, a body flying into yours, sending the two flying into another room.
Y/N: Are you okay?
Kara looks up into his eyes, biting her lip.
Kara, flirty: Oh, I'm doing fine. How are you doing?
The monster roars, breaking up the moment.
Kara: Hey, can I get your number?
Y/N: Sure.
After exchanging numbers, an energy tentacle from the monster drags her back into the battle.
Kara: I'll call you later!
Y/N: I'll be waiting!
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Milly Alcock
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tfw you realize killing isn’t the answer and your cousin was lowk right
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Ch 3. Questions
Summary: y/n meets someone new (sorry I’m just shit at summary)
Story:
3RD PERSON POV
The Fortress felt different without her.
Not quieter. Not emptier. Just... off. Like something small had shifted and thrown everything out of balance.
Y/N tried to focus on the screen in front of him, but his eyes kept drifting toward the door instead.
That was stupid. She had only been there for a few minutes.
Still, the memory of the way Kara had looked at him—sharp, curious, annoyed—refused to leave his head.
"Hey, Clark?" he called out.
"Yeah?"
"Does Kara... come around here a lot?"
The question slipped out before he could stop it.
Clark instantaneously turned his head, gazing at Y/N with a cheeky smirk.
"Once or twice a month," he said. "Really depends on how much she drinks."
He walked over and sat beside him. "Why do you ask? Missed her?"
Y/N scoffed. "What? No. I was just... curious."
"Curious," Clark repeated.
"Yeah," Y/N said quickly. "I mean—Krypto. She didn't even say goodbye. Just took him and left."
Clark smiled faintly. "She does that. He goes with her sometimes."
"Oh." Y/N nodded. "Right. I figured."
But his eyes still drifted toward the door.
Clark studied him for a moment. "Are you worried about the dog," he asked gently, "or about Kara?"
Y/N froze.
"I—" He cleared his throat. "Just the dog."
Clark didn't look convinced.
---
Monday came too fast.
The glass doors of the Daily Planet slid open as Y/N stepped inside, and the familiar wave of noise hit him all at once. Phones rang, printers hummed, reporters shouted over one another, and somewhere near the copy desk, someone was already arguing about a headline. It was chaotic in the way only a newsroom could be.
Y/N looked around, he spotted Clark almost immediately, hunched over his desk, typing like his life depended on it.
"Hey," Y/N said, dropping his bag beside his chair.
"Good morning." Clark mumbled sheepishly, not moving his gaze off the computer screen.
When he finally finished typing, he glanced over and saw Y/N leaning on one hand, eyes dull with exhaustion.
"Rough morning?" Clark asked, rolling his chair closer.
Y/N glanced over. "You could say that."
Clark smiled faintly. "Didn't sleep?"
"Not really."
"That's the second time you've said that this month."
Y/N shrugged. "Guess I'm on a streak."
They both turned back to their screens, the soft clicking of keys filling the space between them. Y/N tried to focus on the article in front of him, but the words blurred together. He read the same paragraph three times without actually absorbing any of it.
When he finally managed to type something coherent, he leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes.
Clark was still typing beside him. When he paused, he glanced over and noticed Y/N slumped slightly in his seat, dark circles under his eyes and his posture just a little too heavy.
"You okay?" Clark asked quietly.
"Yeah," Y/N said automatically. "Just tired."
Clark hummed. "You've been saying that a lot, too."
Y/N didn't answer.
They worked in silence for a few minutes. Around them, the newsroom buzzed with movement—people rushing past, voices overlapping, and phones ringing nonstop. It was busy, messy, and alive.
"So," Clark said after a while, "how are you settling in? First year being a reporter and all... "
"Here?" Y/N asked. "It's... good. Overwhelming, but good."
"You're doing great," Clark replied. "Your last piece got a lot of attention."
Y/N blinked. "It did?"
"Yeah. People liked it."
A small smile tugged at Y/N's lips. "That's nice to hear."
They fell quiet again.
"Hey," Clark said. "Why did you want to be a reporter, anyway?"
Y/N froze.
He stared at his screen, then slowly let his hands fall into his lap.
"When I was a kid," he said quietly, "I got blamed for something I didn't do. Something bad."
Clark turned toward him.
"It spread fast," Y/N continued.
"People at school. Neighbors. Even my own family believed it. They started looking at me like I was someone else." His jaw tightened.
"Eventually they just... left. Like it was easier to get rid of me than to deal with the truth."
The noise of the newsroom felt far away now.
"I was cleared later," he said. "They figured out it wasn't me. But by then, it didn't matter.Everyone had already made up their mind."
Clark didn't interrupt.
"So I guess that's why I like writing," Y/N added.
"Words don't twist the way people do. You can
Put the truth down, and it stays."
"That makes sense," Clark said softly.
---
"Hey," a voice said. "Sorry to interrupt."
Y/N looked up to see someone from another section standing there, holding two coffees. She had dark brunette hair pulled into a loose ponytail and a soft, friendly smile that made her seem way more confident than he felt.
"I grabbed an extra," they said. "I figured you needed one, you don't look so well today...so I thought this would make your day easier, you know?"
"Oh—uh—thanks," Y/N replied, taking it a little too quickly. "You didn't have to."
"I wanted to," she said, smiling. "So... lunch later?"
Y/N hesitated, eyes panicking before finding Clark, who made a teasing smirk, making Y/N even more nervous.
What the fuck should I do?
Y/N slowly opened his mouth and mumbled.
"I—yeah. Sure. That'd be... nice."
"Cool," she said. "See you." Before walking off with a smile, leaving Y/N staring after her for a second too long.
Clark watched him. "Well. That happened."
"Don't," Y/N muttered, face warming, looking away.
"I'm not judging."
---
By the time lunch rolled around, Y/N was already a little tense. Y/N went on a few dates before, but because of his introverted personality, they all quickly became awkward, and Y/N is hoping this one doesn't turn out the same.
He found her waiting near the elevators, brunette hair still pulled back, fiddling with her phone until she noticed him, making him stiff.
"Oh—hey," she said, smiling. "Ready?"
"Yeah," Y/N replied, a bit too quietly.
They walked across the street to a small café, the kind that always smelled like coffee and toasted bread. It was busy, but not loud enough to drown out the awkwardness between them.
"I'm Jenna Ortega," she said as they sat down. "By the way. I never actually told you."
"Oh—right. I'm Y/N."
"I know," she laughed.
They ordered, and for a moment it was quiet again.
"So," Jenna said, resting her chin in her hand, "you're a writer?"
"Sort of. Reporter, mostly."
"That's cool. You don't seem like the loud, chasing-stories type."
He shrugged. "I like listening."
She smiled at that. "That's... kind of refreshing."
The tension eased a little.
They started talking more—about work, about the city, about random things neither of them cared much about. It wasn't electric, but it was easy enough.
Jenna laughed at one of his dry comments. "You're funny. In a quiet way."
"Thanks," he said, a little embarrassed.
---
By the time they finished eating, the café felt warmer and more relaxed.
Jenna leaned back in her chair. "See? Not so bad."
Y/N smiled. "Yeah. Not bad."
They kept talking for a while longer, drifting into easy, low-pressure conversation about work and random things. It wasn't intense, but it was comfortable.
When they finally stood to leave, Y/N noticed something that surprised him.
He felt... calmer.
Like whatever had been weighing on him earlier had loosened its grip.
"That was nice," Jenna said as they headed back. "We should do it again."
"Yeah," Y/N replied, and meant it.
He didn't know why, but for the first time that day, things didn't feel quite so heavy.