Summary: Kara isn't beating those bisexual allegations... Loosely inspired by "Sweet n' Low" by Peach PRC.
A/N: might make this into a little series. First time writing for Kara !!
CW: swearing, horsing around with a strap (no smut)
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Words: 1.9k
YOU EVER LOOK AT SOMEONE AND GO, “Yeah, this bitch is gay” ?
Yeah.
Her name is Kara.
The way she would graze her fingers along the arm of other women. Eyes trailing down to exposed breasts. Kissing literal girls on the lips? Like, isn’t that obvious? Aren’t girls who kiss other girls at least a little bit gay?
That’s what you thought, at least.
“I only do that when I’m drunk,” she had explained once, looking off into the crowd of other partygoers. 2000s night. Kara didn’t know what the 2000s were like on Earth, but the music was pretty good. Lots of talk about dancing in these songs. Sometimes talk of ass shaking. Very fun.
“You don’t get drunk,” You had replied dryly, crossing your arms over your chest, “Your inability to even get buzzed is impressive.”
“You just can’t tell, but, y’know, my mind gets all fuzzy ‘n shit.”
Lies. “Are you drunk right now?”
“Not yet,”
“So why were you looking at my tits?”
Kara’s eyes faltered, looking from the crowd to you for just a split moment. “What are you talking about? I think you’re drunk right now,” the corners of her lips curled up into a smirk, holding up three fingers, “How many fingers am I holding up?”
“Three,”
“See? You’re drunk. I’m holding up four,”
Oh my God what a liar. “Can you count, or are my tits distracting you?”
“Hm,” Kara took that as a chance to take another peak, “I see two,”
Okay, that was a little funny. You giggled, rolling your eyes, “Are you sure?”
“What, do you have another one hiding?”
“Wanna check?”
Kara laughed, taking a shot with ease. She held her liquor like nobody else. Well, except her cousin, Clark, who was approaching with his girlfriend, Lois. Lois, who gasped as she tripped over her own two feet, shrieking in giggles as Clark held her up. Kara groaned, turning away, “Embarrassing…”
Despite Lois’ state, Clark was smiling. When was he not? You were sure the only time you saw Clark frown was when HR ordered tacos for the whole team, and Jimmy had gotten a horrendous tummy ache, causing concern.
It must be nice to be as happy as Clark Kent.
“I’m gonna take Lois home,” he said, arm securely around her waist so she won’t scurry away, “She’s had quite a bit to drink,”
“Quite a bit?” You mused, “I heard her barking at you ten minutes ago,”
That encouraged Lois to start barking at Clark again, making his eyes widen. For added effect, she began pawing at him.
“Yo’, who brought their chihuahua out to the club?!” someone shouted a few feet away, causing some other dancers in close proximity to look around in confusion.
Lois halted her barking to cough in Clark’s face, wiping at her nose as she said, “I’m a rottweiler.”
“I’m never going to let her forget about this,” You said, “Kara, what dog do you think I am?”
“A weiner dog,”
“Okay, bitch,”
“See you at home, Kara,” said Clark, “and see you at work tomorrow, Y/N. I'll bring some painkillers for ya,”
Clark Kent, always the sweetheart. You were notorious for forgetting to grab painkillers in your rush to get to work whilst hungover out of your mind. Clark Kent was always to the rescue.
You glanced at Kara, who made no move to leave, “You're not gonna go with them?”
“Nah, I'll take you home. You're all drunk ‘n shit. How many tits do I have?”
“Six.”
“Wrong! It's four. See, you're too drunk and need some sober guidance. Kara to the rescue.”
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YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN KARA WITH A BOYFRIEND.
Sure, Kara has taken dates to the many parties she goes to. A partner to dance with at a function. And yeah, they were all guys.
But it was never the same guy twice. She never went home with any of them. She never spoke of them again. They were simply… decoration.
This time it was your cousin’s birthday party. He was cool with Clark and Lois, because, who wasn’t? So they were of course invited. Kara got a courtesy invite because you talked about her aaaaall the time.
So she came. With a guy named Mark. He was a baker or something. Kara liked to say she goes for guys who work hard for his career (despite having no career of her own), and no offense to the bakers out there, but this guy was certainly not it. You had asked for a good chocolate cake recipe and he couldn’t even answer.
Faker.
“You think she hires these people?” You grumbled, taking a sip of wine. Your cousin was the “elegant” type, always with expensive wines he can’t afford or fruity drinks that were clear signs of how fruity he is.
Lois shrugged, “Does someone like Kara need to hire a date?”
“Yes,”
“That’s not nice!” said Clark, before backpedaling, “Well, she’s not the most friendly,”
“She doesn’t seem to like him,” commented your cousin, twirling the straw of his very fruity drink, “In fact, she doesn’t seem to like anyone. I told her thanks for coming and she asked who I was. I said it was my birthday and she just asked where the beer was.”
“She doesn’t even have a job,” Lois added, “How would she be able to afford to hire a date?”
“Why would she hire a date?” Clark rolled his eyes, messing with his own fruity drink offered to him. Cut strawberries floated atop the pink liquid, some edible sparkly substance sprinkled on the surface.
Lois shrugged, “I don’t know, to make Y/N jealous,”
“Me?”
“Yeah, you. I don’t know why; you’re both, like, obsessed with each other.”
“I don’t see what’s appealing,” your cousin muttered, “She’s so extremely unemployed.”
You zoned out of the conversation at that point, staring at Kara and this Mark clown. She was drinking, take a guess, a fruity drink, silent as Mark blabbed and blabbed about who knows what, no interest in her face. She seemed quite zoned out herself, or perhaps bored out of her mind. Or both.
A few minutes later, he attempted to grind his dick on her ass as they danced, and she sent him flying. The most entertaining part of the party.
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FOR A SUPPOSED STRAIGHT WOMAN, KARA REALLY LOVED LESBIAN SEX.
It was your day off, and Kara, who had every day off, was lounging on your couch asking you random questions.
“Those are such heterosexual questions of you to ask, Kara,” you deadpanned, taking out some bowls to make chocolate chip cookies, upon her request. Mark the baker wasn’t making her cookies now, was he? “I never even asked your sexuality, actually.”
“I don’t know,” she admitted, staring at your ceiling, “I’ve been thinking about it a lot recently. I like guys, I guess, but I never really thought about what it would be like to date a girl,”
“All the girls you’ve kissed at clubs haven't given you any clues?”
She sat up to glare at you, “Don’t judge me! You know, in the country I’m from, gay marriage is illegal. Maybe it’s all internalized or something,”
“What country are you from again?” You asked this question every time, because, somehow, Kara’s country of origin changes. The first time you asked, she stuttered out the word “Sokovia”, which made you gasp out: “I didn’t know that place was real; I thought the MCU made it up!” She then quickly said she meant to say “Savonia”, the name changing little by little every time it was mentioned.
“Stamonia, very small country in Europe. Won’t even find it on a map,” she said, as she always did.
“Hm,” you began melting the butter, “So gay marriage is illegal over there,”
“Yeah, my parents have always been really, uh, ‘woke’, though,” she said the word like it was new to her and not common slang, “So I’m not completely a lost cause,” she fished her phone out of her pocket (bought by Clark, the employed one), squinting at the screen. The way she acted with modern technology was like she was from a different planet. “Can I borrow your charger?”
You looked up from the butter you were desperately trying to brown perfectly, “Oh, yeah, I was cleaning today so it is probably in my nightstand. Go take a look,”
“Thanks, bitch,” Kara jumped up, whistling cheerfully as she strolled off down the hallway towards your room.
“I know you mentioned going to the bar today,” you spoke louder so she could hear you, “But I think I wanna stay in today. If you still wanna hang out, we can watch a movie or something…” You pause.
She was giggling. Very loudly. Giggles that quickly turned into cackles.
“Jesus, you sound like a witch who just got a new cauldron,” you turned off the stove, shifting to see Kara return from your room. You choked on your spit.
She was wailing in laughter, spinning your strap on around like a fucking windmill. “Holy shit! Is this what I think this is?”
You pounded on your chest as you choked, eyes beginning to water from the force, “Kara what the hell are you doing?!” you burst into a fit of laughter, “Put that shit down before you hurt someone!”
“Yeah, I’m gonna shoot someone with this strap,” she slings the harness over her shoulder, holding the fucking fake dick like a gun at you, “Bam bam bam, dead.”
“I’m gonna fucking piss myself,” you wiped at the tears leaking onto your cheeks, “I forgot that was in the last drawer of my nightstand, holy shit,”
“Yeah, I saw some of your other contraptions too,” Kara replied, inspecting the dildo and flicking at it with her index finger and thumb, “Put this thing on me,”
“What? Why?”
“I gotta know what it’s like, man, can you grant me this one wish? I don’t ask for much,” she said dramatically, clumsily attempting to step through the harness, “I gotta helicopter this shit,”
Giggling, you helped Kara into the harness, securing it around her hips over her jeans. She immediately began circling her hips, the silicone penis swaying in circles.
“Oh my God,” you laughed, grabbing your phone, “Do that again,”
Kara put on an overly seductive face, hips moving as the fake dick swished around freely. “Want some of this, princess?” She slapped the dildo, making you snort.
“Oh, yes, please give me some of that, your royal harness,” You ended the video, scampering back to the kitchen to bake those damn cookies. Kara could play around with her new favorite toy; a distraction so you can lock the fuck in.
But you cannot. She came up from behind, snickering as she rocks her hips back and forward behind you, mimicking a slapping motion above your ass.
“Kara!” you groaned, head in your hands, “This is harassment,”
She stepped back laughing, leaning against the counter, “Gosh, I honestly fuck with this,”
“ ‘I fuck with strap ons’, you say heterosexually,” you sighed, shaking your head.
“I never said I’m heterosexual,” she replied in a sing-song voice, messing with the harness, “Now help me get out of this shit,”
So like 2 years ago I was writing a Sana Minatozaki fic for pride but I never finished it but after watching supergirl imma finish up the rest of it and make it about Kara bc it seems fitting
Hey I just read Devils night, 1946, and it was amazing!!! Any chance for a prequel or a part 2 coming soon 👀👀 seriously I'm OBSESSED
most likely not im sorry :( im not interested in writing smut anymore, it was never my favorite thing to write and it also feels like microcheating to me
uhhmm you got a a bf and you practically became a nun are you ever gonna post a fic again :((
im gonna post again, ive been busy with uni and just finished for the semester. i just dont know what to write anymore bc these characters arent appealing to me anymore. i wont write smut anymore, i didnt like writing it that much to begin with, but out of respect to my bf i definitely wont be writing it anymore. ill probably focus on writing angst now bc i still need the writing practice.
ill be back soon <3 probably focusing on leon and spencer fics simply bc thats what everyone enjoys and i like writing leon angst and spencer comedy
The romantic ones were the best, because they always wrote the guys to be such green flags. Literally picture perfect boyfriends.
I would watch them all the time, thinking, "wow, I want a love like that."
And then my uncle died, and I stopped watching. He surprisingly loved kdramas and would watch them in Spanish, giving me recommendations and discussing latest episodes of shows with me. The last one he watched was Queen of Tears.
I couldn't watch any more after he died.
That was October 2024. I lost my uncle who was like a 2nd grandpa and I didn't go to school for a week because I was depressed. He wasn't supposed to die. The doctors said he would be okay.
I didn't go to school, and I never even told anyone what happened. I disappeared from my friends. When I came back, I didn't talk about it. I was sad. Got into a situationship from Hell that made me feel like I was worthless.
March 2025 is the month When Life Gives You Tangerines came out. I went to watch it, and thought of my uncle, and stopped. I couldn't being myself to do it.
One year later, I went and I began watching it. I thought of my uncle a lot, and felt so sad. I thought of how silent the holidays were without him. How he used to watch the Mr Noodle segment on Sesame Street with me every day. Run to the store whenever I wanted bubble bath solution.
I wasn't alone when he died. I had a support system. But they were grieving too and I never handled grief well myself. So I had stayed silent with how I felt. Barely even spoke to my therapist about it.
I'm truly not alone now.
I confided in my boyfriend. An angel sent from the Heavens, I am sure. I felt silly for being so emotional over a kdrama, but he assured me there was nothing wrong with how I felt.
He always was so assuring. My boyfriend who would travel 40 minutes to an hour to go to my house if I asked. My boyfriend who sent me Taco Bell when I was hungry at home. My boyfriend who told me he loved me on the very first date and held me like we were married for years, kissing my forehead and my cheeks and making me feel like I mattered. Maybe I am worthy of love.
My boyfriend who's laptop I was typing on while I watched the show. Mine had broken and he immediately offered me his own. He declared he would buy me a new one.
My boyfriend who told me we would get married young. I had told him that was something I wanted. My uncle was gone already, and I wanted my grandparents to see me walk down the aisle. He is willing to make that happen.
My boyfriend who gets paid 16 dollars an hour and has no financial support at 19 years old, yet not only does he buy me food, he went through my Steam wishlist and bought me a game because he knows how much I love Hello Kitty.
I was watching When Life Gives You Tangerines, and thought about how much I wanted a kdrama love.
"I want a love like that."
It made me giddy knowing I already do.
I know my uncle would have loved my boyfriend. Every day I think he should have been able to see me marry this boy.
