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Dana x reader
Chapter two! Go read the first chapter if you haven’t :)
Also just a reminder I am also posting this on my ao3 (which I’m much more fluent in posting on) so make sure to check it out on there too!!
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The morning after, you woke up to a few things; a debilitating headache, your cat sitting on your chest, and a dead phone. You luckily had a solution for all of them. Even though it made you feel awful, you lightly pushed your cat to the bed beside you and earned a massive glare from the feline. You laughed softly and pet her head, dodging a swat and exclaiming a quick ‘sorry’. You then reached over and took some painkillers from off your bedside table while plugging in your phone.
That day was spent mostly sleeping. You were tired from the previous night's events and were luckily off work and could do nothing but lounge around your apartment. Before you knew it, the day slipped away from you. One day turned into the next, and suddenly it was a month after your scare at the ER. It was also a month after Dana had given you her phone number, and a month since you’d thought about it.
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The realization hit you mid college lecture. The stuffy classroom had you wishing you’d skipped class today and escaped to the park to enjoy this nice weather. You weren’t sure what made you think of Dana; maybe it was the friend who’d been the reason you went to the ER sitting beside you, finally healed from that night and only recently back in class. Maybe it was the boredom of the professor rambling on that had you daydreaming in your mind. Either way, it had you sitting straight up, reaching for your phone, and searching for Dana’s name in your contacts. Your friend not so subtly looked in your direction, quirking an eyebrow in question at you.
“I’ll tell you later,” you whispered, feeling your cheeks grow hot. You hadn’t told her (or anybody, frankly) about Dana giving you her number, mainly because you forgot, but also because your friend had been simply recovering and you two hadn’t talked much. You also weren’t sure how to say what had even happened. Yeah, when you almost died and we ended up at the ER, a hot old nurse gave me her number and flirted with me. Totally normal experience.
The absurdness of the situation had you second guessing texting her, thumbs hovering above the keyboard. Yes, it happened, but it had been a month now. Dana probably forgot it even happened. But, the worst that could happen would just be an ignored text, right? And, it’s not like you end up at the ER frequently that you’d see her again if that happened. The newfound confidence flowed through you as you typed out a basic text. Something like ‘hey, remember me?’ to break the ice and not come off as desperate. Because you were, severely. You didn’t even know you were into older women until Dana’s flirting hit you like a freight train.
The lecture ended shortly after and before you could bolt out of the room, your friend gripped your forearm so hard you yelped. You blinked and suddenly she had dragged the both of you to a secluded area in the hallway, two chairs hidden in a little reading nook of sorts.
This began your retelling of the night you two were in the ER. You tried to keep it brief- really, you did. Which is why the next time you stole a glance at your phone since 11 this morning, it shocked you to see the numbers reading 2pm. You let out a small laugh, slowly standing and gathering your things.
“Okay, I really gotta go. But I’ll let you know any updates,” You smiled at your friend, and she made you pinky promise to keep your word. You did, since you thought nothing would be made of the text you sent.
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Later that evening, around 11:30, your phone buzzed on the counter. You were sitting at the barstool your apartment came with, at the small island (if you could even call it that, you could barely fit your bowl of cereal on it). The night had been nothing eventful. You had attended another class at 5, had a shitty dining hall dinner, and then came back to your apartment to do nothing but watch TV and play with your cat. Your growling stomach is what got you to move from the couch for the first time in hours, and now here you were, eating a bowl of off-brand Cinnamon Toast Crunch. You were staring across the room at a chip in the paint on the wall, too tired to do anything but eat. You had honestly zoned out for who knows how long before the buzz of your phone drew you back into reality.
You picked it up, expecting a message from your friend or an email. No one really texted you, which you were fine with. Also, it was late. Who would be texting you at this hour?
The notification that lit up your screen read, ‘Well, hey there stranger.’ You barely had time to register that it was Dana before another message popped up. ‘Might have to go grab drinks to remember your face.’
Any exhaustion was wiped from your body as you sat up a little straighter. You felt your face grow warm, realizing that the ball was in your court now. You let out a quiet breath, shaking your head. Dana was smart, leaving her response open, keeping it up to you now to decide whether to keep this going. A small smile curled on your lips as you typed out a response.
‘here’s a good place’. You attached the address, a bar not far from your apartment, and sent a second message, ‘see you in 20?’
Her response came quick; an agreement to meet you there. You smiled wider and quickly deposited your empty cereal bowl in the sink to worry about later as you made a beeline for your room to change.
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It’s longer than 20 minutes later, more like 40, by the time you are sitting comfortably at the bar. You ordered something to sip on- a vodka cranberry, your usual- and were glancing around nervously. You kept fluctuating between very excited and very, very nervous. Your drink was half gone by the time a figure flooded your peripheral, sitting at the stool next to you.
“Cute dress. Nice to see you in something not covered in blood,” a familiar voice reached your ears. You looked over, smiling softly. Dana was settling beside you, and you assumed she had just gotten off work because she was in her scrubs and had her hair pulled into a messy claw clip. It looked good, too good. You smirked the straw around in your drink, shrugging while you took another sip.
“Figured I’d try something new,” you said with a small chuckle. You were aware of the flush on your face, partly from the alcohol, but mostly from the way Dana was looking at you. Her stare stayed on you for a few seconds before she turned and flagged down the bartender.
“Whatever she’s having,” she gestured towards you, turning back and squinting at your cup. “Which is?”
“Vodka cranberry, it’s not the most creative,” you said, amused, setting it down on the countertop. Dana simply nodded, laughing quietly at your comment.
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The next hour was spent talking. You learned a lot about Dana, and she learned a lot about you. Every so often you would catch her staring at your lips instead of your eyes, but you didn’t mind. There was once you caught her eyes trailing down your entire body as you stood to go to the bathroom. It had you standing at the sink for an extra minute, splashing cold water on your face to try to diminish the flush that had taken over.
There was so much talking, that you didn’t realize that every time your drink was empty, Dana subtly flagged for the bartender to get you a new one. By the end of the night, you’d drank three whole glasses. Dana was no better, you noticed, counting another three glasses on her end of the counter. It had you giggling for no real reason.
Dana noticed, raising an eyebrow in your direction. “What’s so funny?” she asked, her voice full of amusement.
“Nothing,” you giggled again, waving her question off. You turned your phone in her direction, pointing at the time. “I do need to get to bed soon though. Got class at 8 in the morning.”
You watched as Dana’s face morphed into something you couldn’t quite place. Maybe shocked that you could be out drinking at 2 in the morning and still make it to an 8am class, maybe realizing that you were much younger than her. Either way, she let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “Let’s get you home, then,”
She threw some cash on the counter, definitely more than enough for both of your guys’ drinks, and stood up. As you started to stand beside her, a warm, steady hand settled on your lower back. You appreciated Dana for it, as the drinks were definitely getting to your head. You grinned up at her.
“I only live like, 10 minutes from here, I can walk,” you said, overly confident in your ability to navigate the walk home. Dana seemed skeptical, her forehead creasing in question.
“How about I just drive you back?” She suggested. There was no convincing needed, and you nodded after a second of thought. You leaned into her touch, letting her lead you out of the bar and towards her car.
The chilly air outside had you leaning more into Dana. Maybe it was a good thing she had offered to drive you home, since you’d forgotten to grab a jacket on your way out. Once you two got to her car, she helped you into the passenger side with a hand on your waist.
“Thanks for driving me back,” you said as she got in and started the car. “It was much colder than I thought.”
She smiled at you, shaking her head. “I’m the one who dragged you out so late, it’s the least I could do.”
After giving her your address, the drive was short. Your apartment came into view as she pulled onto the street in front of it, and you wished for a moment that you lived farther. But, you didn't, so you slowly began opening the car door. You stole one last glance at Dana, only to catch her staring back at you with a smile on her face. You smiled back, getting out of the car.
“Same time next week?” You asked, your tone playful. She chuckled, nodding.
As you entered your apartment and slipped off your shoes, you opened your friends’ contact to text her if she was awake. You did pinky promise her earlier that day to keep her updated, in fact.
Dana Evans x reader
You end up in the ER after a night out with your friend goes downhill quickly. You made it out with a few scratches, and Dana helps clean you up. She keeps flirting with you the whole time you're there, and you end up leaving with her phone number. From there your relationship with her grows.
Word Count: 2,347
No major warnings, but it is a fic about a hospital so there’ll be typical injuries and such lol
This is gonna be a multi chapter fic over on my ao3 (@/bonnieluvr05) but I figured I’d post the first part here to hopefully get it some more attention!
You never liked hospitals. They were too clean, too noisy, too bright. The smell in the air always made your stomach turn. Not to mention the anxiety of hoping you (or whoever you were with) were okay. Fortunately, the hospital was never somewhere you frequented. Just the occasional weird stomacache, a concussion, some broken bones. Nothing to dwell on, never there long.
Tonight, your luck seemed to run out. Here you were, standing in the middle of the ER, clutching your best friend's bloody, cold hand as countless doctors swarmed her. They were yelling things to each other that you didn't understand. The blood on your dress was hers, or was it yours? Either way, it clung to your skin uncomfortably. You tore your eyes from her face and looked around the room.
“Will she be okay?” The voice that came out of your mouth was barely recognizable. It was raspy, quiet. You weren't even sure the doctors heard you. A new sob racked your body and you could feel your knees beginning to give. Your best friend was going to die, and it was all your fault. All you wanted was to celebrate her getting into grad school. The night had taken a turn that neither of you expected.
The doctor's frantic voices continued, and you stopped looking around the room to look back at your friend. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, voice barely there. “I-”
“I need someone to get her out of here!” A voice cut you off. You kept whispering sorry and please wake up to your friend as you felt a hand on your forearm, gently pulling you away. You shook your head, pulling back, keeping your eyes on your friend.
“No, no! I can’t leave her! Please!” You frantically rushed the words out. Instead of another pull, two steady arms wrapped around you from behind, effectively picking you up and away from the bedside. You tried to fight back against them, but between your adrenaline rush dimming and the hyperventilating, you were growing weak.
“We have to check you for any injuries, hun. I promise that your friend is in great hands here,” A quiet, comforting voice among the yelling reached your ears. All you could do was open your mouth as another pained sob escaped.
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The stiff hospital sheets itched at your legs as the bulb in the light above your head hummed. Your mouth and throat were dry; your eyes hurt from crying so much. And worst of all, you didn't know how or where your friend was. You had been sitting in this hospital bed for at least 15 minutes, picking at the skin around your nails anxiously. They were raw and bleeding, but you didn't care. Hell, you barely felt it. All you cared about was how your friend was doing. The nurse had told you that you needed patched up from some cuts you had on your arms and head, but no one had come in yet. You considered changing into the uncomfortable hospital gown, since your dress was caked in blood, but you couldn’t conjure up the strength to actually get up and do it.
“Oh, honey, that’s gotta hurt,” The same voice that pulled you out of the room with your friend cut off your thoughts now. You looked away from the various charts on the wall to meet her eyes. They were friendly, inviting. You found some comfort in the way she wore a concerned expression. A warm feeling settled in your chest as you felt something other than anxiety for the first time that night. The nurse sat in the stool beside your bed and you took a moment to look her over. She was older, but the age looked good on her.
“How is she, nurse, uh,” You rasped, blinking away any tears that hung in your lashes and looking for a name tag. A pair of warm hands engulfed yours.
“Dana. And your friend is doing just fine. They had to shock her to get her heart to start again, give her some blood, but she’s stable. Just resting now, waiting for a CT,” The nurse, Dana, you learned, explained softly as a small smile curled on her lips. You nodded once, feeling a weight lift off your entire body. New tears fell down your cheeks as you looked down at your hands in hers. The words you wanted to say were right there. Is she awake? Will she survive this? But as much as you tried, you couldn't bring yourself to talk anymore. You were so fucking tired. You looked back up at Dana and met her stare. Nothing but warmth met your gaze.
“Let’s get these cuts cleaned up and I can take you to see her. Sound good?” Dana squeezed your hands gently and waited for your response.
“Uh, I-” you took a breath, shaking your head. Of course you wanted to see her. She was your best friend, and you had to see if she was okay. However, you didn't think you could handle it if she was unconscious or had wires and tubes connected to her. The sight would gut you. Finding the right way to say this was hard. Would Dana think you were an asshole of a friend?
As if she could tell the turmoil happening in your mind, Dana nodded softly. “If you’re not ready, that's okay,” she said as she began to stand, letting go of your hands. “You need patched up first anyways. I’m gonna go get my friend Dr. Santos to come help.”
You felt a pang of something in your chest. You didn't want to meet any new doctors. As nice as they were, you were so tired and were getting used to the comfort you found in Dana. You wanted her to stay.
“Can you do it instead?” You asked quietly, looking up at her. You chewed at your lower lip anxiously. She probably had other places to be. Why would you expect special treatment? Dana turned, nodding.
“I sure can,” she said without hesitation, gently grabbing your chin and pulling at the skin with her thumb. Your lip dragged from your teeth and she let go a second later, turning to the cabinet against the wall. “Try not to do that,” she said with nothing but concern laced in her voice. You just mumbled out something in agreement, heat spreading over your ears.
Dana began to move around the small room to grab some supplies. You watched her silently. All you could think about, now knowing that your friend was okay, was the events that had led up to ending up here. You and her had been at the bar, celebrating her recent acceptance into grad school, when one of her ex boyfriends showed up and caused a scene. It started as just yelling, but it escalated so quickly that you couldn't even remember how she ended up on the ground in a pool of her own blood. The last thing you remember seeing before an ambulance showed up was her ex being handcuffed by the bar security. You sniffled, fresh tears beginning to pool in your eyes. You closed your eyes, feeling them slide down your cheeks. Except, they didn't get the chance to, because a gentle hand reached out to swipe them away. Your eyes opened to see Dana standing in front of you, her brows knitted in concern.
“From what I’ve heard about the situation, you’re probably blaming yourself. I promise it’s not your fault,” she said quietly, letting her hand linger another second before dropping it. You already missed the warmth. Her words settled somewhere within you, and you nodded. She sat back down in the chair beside your bed, now with a table of supplies beside her.
“It’s just,” you roughly rubbed your eyes, not wanting to cry anymore. You felt pathetic. “I was the reason she was even there, it’s hard to think it’s not my fault,” you whispered.
Dana just frowned, letting out a soft sigh. She started cleaning a cut on your elbow, murmuring a casual, “Still not your fault, hun,”
The bluntness of her response seemed to make it stick. You felt better, both physically and mentally, as she cleaned the cuts on your arms and head silently. Each time she placed a bandaid on a cut, her fingers lingered for a second extra on the area; her thumb soothing over a bandage, a feather light touch around it. Something that could have taken 10 minutes took 30. You didn't mind, though. You enjoyed Dana’s company and there was something about her that made you feel safe.
She placed one last bandaid on your temple, smoothing her thumb over the spot. She was close; practically a breath away. Your eyes met hers and after a few beats of silence, she cleared her throat and dropped her hand from your head.
“Those cuts aren’t too serious. Just keep ‘em cleaned and replace the bandaids once a day,” she explained, patting at your arm. You nodded, trying not to get overly captivated over the way she looked at you just a second ago.
A different nurse peeked from around the curtain. “Dana, they need you in Central 3,” she said and was gone before you knew it. Dana nodded at her before pulling a sharpie from her pocket and grabbing your wrist. She turned your arm so your forearm was angled up and pulled the sharpie lid off with her teeth.
“If you need anything,” she spoke around the cap, scrawling a phone number on your arm. And then she was up and gone before you could register what just happened, flashing one last smile your way. A different smile than the rest of the night, one that felt less like comfort and more like a promise. You stared at the numbers on your arm, a heat creeping its way to your cheeks.
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For about 20 minutes, you waited. You reached out to your friends parents, only realizing then that no one had, and explained to them briefly what happened. They were headed to the hospital, which meant you could leave if you really wanted to. You wanted to see your friend first. But it also was so late and you wanted nothing more than a warm shower and to crawl into bed with your cat.
As you were about to get up and find a nurse to take you to your friend, Dana pulled the curtain back enough to peek her head in. “Hey kid. Ready to go see your friend? She’s awake and talking, asking for ya.”
You nodded, “Yeah, I was just about to come find someone to take me there.” You stood, grabbing your phone and purse that had been discarded on the end of the bed. Moving around reminded you very quickly how your dress was caked in dried blood and you grimaced. “This is so gross,” you mumbled under your breath, looking down and frowning at the state of it. You had just bought this dress, too. Unfortunate.
A chuckle pulled you from your thoughts as you looked back up to see Dana also looking your dress up and down. She crossed her arms, her eyes lingering for a second before looking back at your face with a small smirk. “I’m sure it looked real good before it got ruined,” she said and turned to begin leading you to your friend's room. You stood dumbfounded for a second, face growing warm from the flirtatious tone you picked up on. There was no way you were reading the room right, right? Stumbling over your own feet and unable to say anything back, you quickly followed Dana. She stopped outside your friend's room, but was gone before you could thank her.
The check in with your friend was short, just you making sure she was okay and sitting with her until her parents got there. You hugged them both as you departed and were finally feeling your exhaustion catch up. Looking around, you realized that the ER was a very confusing place for someone in your state. You started walking in a random direction and hoped it was right. After a few minutes of walking, you realized it was in fact not the right way and stood stumped.
“Lost?” A familiar voice rang out. You turned to see Dana standing a few feet away, behind the nurses station. She had glasses perched on her nose, presumably just reading ones, and was holding a tablet. You nodded.
“Yes,” you sighed, walking towards her. A few other nurses chuckled or nodded in understanding as you approached. Your shoulders slumped in defeat. “I do not know how to get out of here.”
Dana simply handed the tablet off to someone and walked in your direction. “Good thing I do,” she said with a smile, guiding you back the way you came with a gentle hand on your lower back. The warmth of her hand was nice. A small smile curved on your lips. The walk to the exit was quiet, but a comforting one. As you reached the doors, you faced her. “Thanks. For everything tonight, not just helping me leave,” you said with a small chuckle. You looked down at your arm and were reminded of the number scribbled there. Dana tapped on it, as if she could tell what you were thinking.
“Remember, if you need anything,” she said, giving you one last smile before walking back into the bustle of the ER. You watched her walk the whole way until she was no longer visible, a heat spreading over your entire face. You had definitely been reading the room right earlier, and now you weren’t sure where to go from here. So, saving this problem for you in the morning, you turned and left the ER with a smile and warmth in your chest.
Before you fell asleep that night, you added the number to your contacts with a plan to text her in the morning.
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ULTIMATE SUPERGIRL READING GUIDE
since i've been asked a few times in the past for various reading guides for kara, i thought i'd compile them all into one post for the sake of convenience!
this guide has reading orders for supergirl comics in PRE-CRISIS (1959-1985), POST-CRISIS (2004-2011), NEW 52 (2011-2016), REBIRTH (2016-2021), and INFINITE FRONTIER (2021-present).
if you have any questions at all don't be afraid to shoot me an ask!
a while back i made a recommended reading list for lex luthor, and originally didn't plan to make a superman one, since it's a lot easier to find reading lists for him, but a lot of the reading lists i see either tend to be very short and have the same 5-10 books on them, or feel way too expansive and overwhelming, so i wanted to make a list of some of my personal picks!
this list is designed to help relatively new readers get to know the character, so i've tried to focus mostly on things that are accessible to people with only minimal knowledge of the character/world (with one single exception).
i also have not included any pre-crisis stories because i don't feel like i've read enough pre-crisis content to confidently recommend any specific comics, but i might one day come back and add a section for pre-crisis comics later!
❤️ = Personal favorite
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have any temporary amnesia fics?
I absolutely do !!!
bed chem by ShatterinSeconds (4,388 words, rated T) Keith and Lance both lose their memories and are convinced they're dating. the rest of the team does their best to prevent them from doing anything they'll feel real fucking weird about when they regain their memories
A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes by pidgeotto_gunderson (peter_parkerson) (50,013 words, rated T) after Lance is captured by the galra and alive but unconscious, Keith has to dive into his mind and try to bring him back, and finds Lance in an internal fantasy world. I haven't read this one yet but it sounds AMAZING
A Memory Like a Snapshot by MemeKonVLD (MemeKonYA) (10,142 words, rated T) Lance is stung by an alien bug, loses his memories temporarily and makes assumptions about his and Keith's relationship
so much more than space dust by ad_asterism (47,613 words, rated M) a healing pod wipes about 7 months of Lance's memories after he and Keith come back from 3 weeks of being Lotor's prisoners. Lance is trying to figure out just what the hell happened between him and Keith in that cell
Like a Second Heart by aquietdin (20,958 words, rated M) is a post s8 fic where Lance loses about five years of memories, and apparently in those five years he and Allura dated, broke up (she survived the finale in this one!!) and, most surprisingly, he married Keith. this one is precious I adore it
Everything comes back to you by Luckybug (2,534 words, rated T) is one I haven't read but I have heard amazing things about, it's one of the ancient texts. after a battle, Lance wakes up to find that no one on the team remembers him. only Keith seems to notice something's off
enjoy the amnesia angst anon <33
the lions being sentient is so funny to me bc every time keith and lance hook up in one of the lions in a fic this is all I can think about
Classic Alien Gala
Writing dual pov klance fics is so fun because Lance's pov is like oh man idk what Keith thinks of me idk why he's always looking at me like that I think this guy hates me and Keith's pov is like "does Lance know I would die a thousand deaths for him"
No, he doesn't, Keith. You have to use your words
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