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writing for: mainly writing for kara zor-el / emma frost or selina kyle if it’s platonic. please read my rules

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Hey man just read that last ask and i just wanna say dont worry about disappointing us, just make sure your enjoying what your doing and having fun! :)

hey anon!

i thought i answered and i didn’t. thank you so kindly for the reminder! it’s one i need to give myself more often.

right now i’m having fun (and as an added bonus avoiding school lol)

- p

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Hey hey i just wanted to say I love your work so much! I haven't really been reading fanfic like i used to for quite some time but when supergirl came out and I found your work i became lowkey obsessed but not just with your amazing writing but with fanfics in general again so thank you for that!

So keep up the good work you're amazing :) and good luck on your masters thesis

hey love!

this is such a wonderful thing to send me. I’m happy that my fics could bring some of that magic back. fanfic is such a guilty pleasure to me lol, so i hope you’re finding a lot of good fics to keep you fed.

(and if you got any good recs for either supergirl or marvel… let me know)

as per the good luck THANK YOU i need it. my supervisor is lovely, and we’re nerding out about my dissertation topic so i’m happy, but god doing this and a full time job…

… hence the fanfic escapism. 🙃

- p

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this one’s kinda sad sorry:( I was thinking about how kara would act if readers parents died? would she be good at comforting having lost her parents herself or would she have like no idea what to do?

hey anon don’t apologize for the good idea! here you go.

i went with the sort of Kara’s train of thought route again bc i find angst easier like that so I hope you enjoy

- p

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COMES & GOES IN WAVES

about: ever since she landed on earth kara's been running from the idea of grief, not ready to learn sorrow in yet another language, but it finally catches up to her when your parents die suddenly.

wc: 2k

warnings: angst and grief. only slight proofread.

an: for anon based off this request! this is again more train of thought kinda fic from kara's pov, hope you enjoy!

Grief. The first, and then all subsequent, instances of the word had been heard in passing. Kara would hear it in the never ending chatter in her ears late at night when she first arrived and could not sleep. She’d hear it on the news, hear Clark and Lois mention it, but never more. Kara knew however that it wasn’t a pleasant word, because usually those who said it uttered it in hushed tones or with furrowed brows. 

Just like her father had done when she first heard him utter the word bushova. It was not meant for her ears, but young and curious she heard still, and when she asked at class the next day the boy next to her had told her it meant to lose. The first time she repeated it, unaware of the pain a universe could inflict, her mother had been stunned. 

“Kara,” her gentle voice scolded, “language is not without its own weight. Be careful of the words you say with such lightness.” 

Kara did not understand then, her mother’s meaning, words were merely air. How could a word hold weight? 

How foolish she had been back then. How she would come to wish that she could have taken it back. As the black veins of sickness scaring her neighbours became ink lines that wrote it over and over again—bushova. And oh how Kara hated it, cursed the sound in her mouth, and swore if she could take one word away forever it would be that one. 

Until her father uttered meva. To die. Kara had turned away from it, because she could not accept it. She could not have realized then how familiar she would become with it. How meva would be etched in her tongue just like bushova. 

And grief Kara swore was a word she would only know in abstract, because she cannot bear to know it truly. As if refusing to grant it its meaning could somehow ward it off. But grief, just like bushova, just like meva, is not a word one can run from. 

It finally catches up to her when one evening you come home early, it makes her perk up in excitement, until she hears the pounding of your heart. It makes her recoil at first, because it sounds as if it is ripping at its seams. 

“Love?” She calls. “What’s wrong?”

You don’t speak, but you appear dishevelled before her moments later. You find your way to her, and the moment you collapse into her lap the tears no longer hide themselves. Painful, sorrowful, sobs. Kara’s instantly taking your face in her hands, scanning you for any injury, but all she finds is red swollen eyes. 

And she knows, before she even speaks, because that look is universal. It is a look Kara is all too familiar with.

“Sweetheart you’re scaring me.” She whispers. “Please,” she begs, “say something.”

“My parents,” you say and then your voice is seized from your lips. You cram your face in her neck, loop your arms around her shoulders, and tug her as close to you as she can physically be. Kara’s own hands come to rest on your back. 

She knows the unspoken end to your answer without you saying it. It doesn’t need to be said. She’s felt the weight of this before, as it took root in air within her pod, until it suffocated her.    For a very long moment she isn’t sure what to say, because all the things people said to her did not make a difference, and since coming to Earth she’s never felt this helpless. 

You feel her stiffness under your body, as you plead with the ache in your chest to lessen just enough for you to breathe, and you mumble into her skin. “I’m sorry I just—”

“—no.” She cuts you off. “Why on Earth would you be sorry?” 

You hiccup. “I know,” you whisper, “I know what this will bring up for you.” 

It’s a quiet admission that makes Kara flinch, but she’s quick to regain herself as she forces you to meet her gaze.

“It does.” She admits weakly, as her mother’s dying words come to her mind, as she remembers all that she wishes to run from. But she doesn’t this time. She forces herself to look it in the eye. “But you need me.”

That sends you into another fit of sobs, and Kara merely squeezes you tighter, as if to warn the gods or fate or whatever governs her that it’s not welcome to you as well.

Her lips find your head, softly, oh so gingerly it makes you sob harder. But Kara persists as she rests her head against yours.

“I didn’t get to say I love you. They can’t just leave without…” You words are slurred, mashed together as if you fear you’ll never get them out otherwise, and Kara kisses your head again.

“They know.” She assures, to the both of you, “trust me my love they knew.” Your sobs ebb and flow after that, in and then out, all throughout the night.

And Kara holds you, makes you drink water, lets you sob as you need because she knows that there is nothing else she can do.

Your denial is something Kara cannot understand, even if perhaps she felt it, because she knew that horrible moment was coming. There is no denying death when the world you love is ending. 

You wake the next morning unable to move, and when you do it’s numbly, you don’t speak of it as if not doing so will undo it. Like threads of a tapestry you pull out and unwind each time you say is and not was.

Kara is gentle however, because she knows you don’t mean to be so frozen. She knows you are still processing it—sharp and sudden and painful—so she doesn’t correct you lets you remind yourself, moves slowly with you so you don’t feel so alone.

She waits for your anger, because it’s the part she knows best. It’s the part she hasn’t yet gotten past in someways, even years later. So she forgives you when you snap at her. She forgives you when you are cold and unfair. She refrains from holding you when she can tell the world is too much for you, even when that includes her. And she waits prepared for it to stay, for what her life will look like when you too become hardened. Because that’s what she feels happened to her.

Kara shouldn’t be surprised however when your anger doesn’t last. You’ve never been the type to be anger like she is. Kara reads up on it, these five stages of grief she has yet to fully embrace, and think she understands what will come next.

She does not. Kara’s not ready to hear you begging between sobs. Take me instead. You offer up your belongings, your success, your friends, your years, your life all in an attempt to get one more moment. One more day. And Kara tries not to be hurt by it, when you even offer your relationship with her up, because perhaps she would have offered everything up to if she knew bargaining was something she could do.

But your offers are not what the gods want, and so you grow sullen and mute, and perhaps that’s the worst. To see you a shell of yourself where her whole world once stood. 

She’ll wake you gently when you sleep too long, coax you to eat when she hears your stomach cry out, and most of all she’ll hold you when you swear you have nothing to grip onto.

This is where perhaps Kara shines the most. She stays grounded at your side, unmovable even when the league calls her and begs, because floating in that pod she dreamed of a thousand forms of comfort, and only found one in the shape of her small dog.

You however, you have more, and refuses to let you forget it. She takes it slow. At first sometimes it’s only Krypto, and then sometimes it’s only her. Slowly it’s the both of them curled up in bed with you. Then it’s Clark and Lois once a week, and then your other coworkers. She watches as slowly, oh so slowly, you begin to find a new grove. 

She wakes you up with a gentle kiss. “It’s ten.” She murmurs to you. “We should get moving.” You twist and snuggle deeper into her.

“Today feels heavy already.” You admit. You’ve learned to tell Kara what you feel more over the last couple months or so. “I don’t want to move.”

She brushes your bangs out of your face. “I know my love.” She assures. “But staying here won’t make it go away. We can go slow.” She kisses your forehead, and you snuggle into it.

“Fifteen minutes?” You ask wearily, and she’s silent, but she nods. You hide away in her neck. “Everyone keeps asking what to bring.” You say. “All I want is my mom’s cooking.”

“I know.” Kara says. “Your mother’s homemade ravioli…” She whispers and you smile.

“Remember when I brought you over the first time?” Kara rolls her eyes.

“I remember you did not help buffer at all!” She complains. “I was expecting like… I don’t even know what! And you just said ‘they’re odd’ like I would know what that meant.”

You’re giggling now, it’s still not full but it’s getting there. “The look on your face when my dad hugged you.” You laugh. “God it was priceless.”

“Har har.” She teases. “You could have warned me.” You’re laughing though, and Kara doesn’t want it to end. “You wanna’ know something?”

“What?” You ask, giggles dying down, and Kara peers at you.

“Your mother was teaching me how to make her famous stew.” You stop. “I was asking her because I wanted to start to cook it for you. I’m not as good as her… but I’ll make some if you want me to.”

It’s an offer, and Kara’s careful. You’re quiet.

“Eventually.” You say. “Not because I’m not thankful, but because I don’t want your love to be reminder of my grief. Even if it’s just once.” 

“Okay.” Kara murmurs. “I’ll take over food thn so you don’t have to think about it.” She brings you closer and you let her. “And I’ll be there at the funeral.”

“Right beside me.” Kara’s been repeating that like a mantra lately.

“Right by your side.” She repeats back to you.

The funeral is hard. You do your best, and so does Kara. She won’t tell you until much later that the funeral hurts her. It reminds her of a kind of closure she didn’t get. She tries to allow for it to be, but it’s incomplete. 

But afterwards Kara sees the final piece of her healing that she never got, because slowly your kisses become longer again, your cuddles don’t vanish as your mood shifts suddenly, and your sobs become less and less frequent. Kara nearly cries for joy one day when she makes you laugh and it sounds real and full of life. She cherishes each and every smile you give her in case it will be weeks without them again.

“I’m sorry.” You say one night. “That I’ve been so… much.” 

“I told you.” She says firmly. “You haven’t been.” You hold her close.

“I don’t know what I would have done,” you admit as you hide away in her neck, “if I didn’t have you.”

Kara smiles gently. “Well you do.” She says as she pecks your forehead. “You always will.” You give her a roll of your eyes at her cheesiness and Kara find it comforting, your personality returning bit by bit.

“I’m sorry I didn’t check in more often.” You admit weakly. “I should have made sure that I was there for you too.”

“You were.” She whispers into your hair. She takes your face in her hands and gives you a gentle smile. “Sweetheart don’t you realize? I used to think I’d never find a life beyond my grief… but then you,” she says earnestly. “you proved me wrong. So thank you.” She kisses your forehead again and again and then your cheeks. She feels your smile, tastes the salt of happy tears now, but she’s quick to wipe them away.  “I promise I’m not going anywhere.”

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hii! i love your works, specially the kara ones. i think you write beautifully!! i was wondering if you'd ever write for dinah lance? i was just curious and wanted to see if maybe i could request smth for her hehe

hey anon!

first of all thank you for your kind words, they mean a lot!

i know her to a degree (i’d say medium amount I’ve read and watched some of her, but i’m not a well versed reader of hers either)

i think my hesitancy to have more characters on the request list is more my own tendency to be a perfectionist, but i’m beginning to realize that perhaps i’m a tad hard on myself.

so! with that being said send your request my way and i will do my best—as long as you’re okay with it maybe not being as canon compliant as my kara fics usually are.

hopefully all that made sense!

-p

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SUPERGIRL (2026)

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the x-men casting? ate. minus professor x, although i wish they’d just avoided doing charles and erik for this movie.

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Supergirl dir. Craig Gillespie | 2026

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so those fics are going to need a couple more days sadly because my masters thesis is kicking my ass 😪 (although i rather be writing kara…)

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this is super cool! thank you for tagging me! ♥️

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working on: my masters thesis, fics, my fantasy book and moving! (pray for me please)

no pressure tags!: @thekiltongrammarwriter, @udiudijaye and @lesbdogs since i don’t have many mutes yet!

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Yes, the world is a vulnerable place, and yes we help make it that way, but we’re also the ones best qualified to defend it. So if you want to arrest me, arrest me. You’ll know where to find me.

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m: what you been up to? b: oh, you know, working undercover at  h y d r a, acting all uptight and  e v i l .

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Just read your latest fic and oh my goddddddddddd i am so excited for this series!!! And i know everyones saying this but they’re saying it for a reason, your writing is sooooo so so so so amazing and beautiful and gorgeous and i am so happy and glad you decide to bless us with your talent with words!!!!!!!! Thank you so much i genuinely look forward to when i see you’ve posted something!!

oh gosh! thank you anon! i’m so excited to write it!

with she’s in your viens there isn’t really a dom/sub dynamic. and with high maintenance reader she’s bratty sure but oh so willing to give in the minute kara shows even the slightest bit of control. i’m excited to write one where it’s a bit more of the reader having to accept wanting to give into her—and definitely a kara who’s even more in control.

as for the praise for my writing thank you! all of you guys that send me asks like this are so generous. as someone super nervous about sharing their writing it sincerely means the world. i just hope i continue to not disappoint.

- p

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the little part in the most recent high maintenance!reader fic where kara was taking care of concussed reader had me thinking about kara taking care of sick!reader and how she’d handle it. i feel like her only real “sick” experience is being hungover so im curious how she’d help sick reader and her human immune system? headcanons maybe?

KARA TAKING CARE OF YOU WHEN YOU’RE SICK

kara zor-el x high maintenance actor!reader

𑄹 about: headcannons of kara taking care of while sick.

𑄹 warnings: whump! & fluff! only vaguely proof read

𑄹 an: hey anon i loved this so thank you!

𑄹 movie sets are like ground zero for colds, but you’re usually so on top of it (along with your team) that you rarely get sick, and when you do you’re used to powering through. so for the first couple of days? kara doesn’t necessarily notice, past thinking you’re extra tried.

𑄹 but then she wakes up with you one morning (you don’t distance because you know you can’t get her sick) and you’re still not up. like you’re passed out to the world, a little wheeze to every breath you take, and kara is panicking.

𑄹 sure clark’s told her about this, how human’s get sick, and she saw her parents get sick, but somehow that makes it worse. because really her biggest frame of reference is argo. so she’s shaking you, gently, but shaking you—and you’re grumbling at her like it’s just another tuesday.

𑄹 “kara stop!” you’ll protest weakly, slinking further into your bed, “i don’t want to get up!” she doesn’t even care that you’re being petulant with her right now because she’s just so worried.

𑄹 “but honey you’re not breathing properly,” she’ll fret, and you’ll scoff at her, which doesn’t help her frazzled nerves. “cut it out!” she’ll snap harder then she means to. “look at me.”

𑄹 you’ll flinch, and be annoyed, but clearly your girlfriend is upset and you don’t have the mental ability to really push against her right now, so you’ll do as she asks. when you see her panic you frown at her. “well of course i’m not breathing properly.” you’ll mutter. “it’s a sinus infection.”

𑄹 “a what?”

𑄹 you know you shouldn’t laugh at her while she’s clearly upset, but you can’t help it. “right because of the…” you wave, “baby i’m not going to die.” you say earnestly, “although i hate being sick.” and then you’re back to whining at her.

𑄹 kara to her credit doesn’t mind that you’re seemingly even more demanding, she frets over you the entire time, turns down league work when they call. she’s in bed with you the entire time, sometimes with you under the covers for her warmth and other times with you over them to escape her furnace like nature.

𑄹 she makes you soup, similar to how her mother made it—or as close as she can get it, and pushes you to eat it when you whine at her that ‘you don’t want to move’.

𑄹 girl is making you drink water, like she’s there on the regular with a glass and it’s actually ticking you off how she keeps insisting on fluids, but you do. mainly because she threatened forcing you if you didn’t.

𑄹 this is how you find out she gives grade a back rubs, and kara knows from that moment on she’s never going to stop giving you them by the way you whine the second she stops.

𑄹 wouldn’t tell you this but loves the little rasp to your voice. she hates that you’re in pain, but it’s kind of cute when you beg her, so tiny and sniffling.

𑄹 will go full out even more than she usually does, which is saying a lot because your girlfriend is doting normally. but she’s googling home remedies and making you tea with honey and running you a bath with lavender soap in it

𑄹 relishes in how for once you’re not bratty, whiny sure, but you’re pouting softly and asking her ‘please kara can you rub my back more’ and ‘please kara can you heat up the heating pad again’ always with tiny thank yous and pecks on her lips.

𑄹 does find all the sneezing a little gross though! she tries her best not to get frustrated but she does insist you not just toss your tissues around the room like an absolute heathen. you retort something about how it shouldn’t matter since she’s immune and she threatens to not rub your back again. safe to say you take extra care to get them in the trash can after that.

𑄹 tells you to tell her the moment you don’t feel well the next time and explain the cold to her so she can help. you roll your eyes at her, but you can tell a piece of her is also curious about it.

𑄹 past your discomfort she secretly loves how she gets to take care of you with no interruptions for a couple of days on end, with no brattiness from you. tells you to get sick more often, which only leads to you shoving her off the bed hard.

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HAIIIII LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR KARA FICS SO MUCH PLEASE DON’T EVER STOP i just had a quick question idk if i’m missing something but why does reader’s (my?) eyes keep getting described as green in ur latest fic 😭 no hate i swear i just got confused for a second!!!! maybe i’m misreading it and you mean kara’s eyes which if that’s the case please ignore my stupid ass lol okay bye!!!! 💜💜💜

not stupid at all don’t worry! ah, i think i slipped into normal writer mode for a second lol 😪 it’s a gut instinct for me sometimes to put descriptors like that in there. but thanks for pointing it out since i normally avoid it!

-p