Could you write a supergirl imagine where the reader finds out Mon-El is the Prince of Daxam and he freaks out bc he thinks she's gonna break up with him and he goes to her house in tears to try and get her back but she's chill about it and is just like "you're not your past and you're not your parents, I know you're trying to change and I love you for it" and that's the first time they say the L word to each other?
Aaw this sounds so cute, sorry it’s so late.
Also this turned into a bit of a hurt/comfort fic but oh well.
You slammed the door of your apartment and slid down the wall, burying your head in your hands.
God you were an idiot, you ran out when you found out who Mon-El was.
You didn’t even give him a second look, you just took off.
And the worst was now that you thought about it, yes he was a terrible person back then. But he had changed completely. You knew he would never go back to the way he was.
In fact you knew you could forgive him, and you knew Kara was probably screaming things at him that would put him in the same mindset as Oliver Queen and there was nothing you could do about it because you ran away.
God he probably thinks you hate him. He probably thinks you running away was you breaking up with him.
When actually it was you being surprised and an idiot.
You got up and were about to go see if Mon-El was still at headquarters when you heard someone knock on your door.
The last person you expected to find there was your glossy eyed boyfriend.
“Y/N,” he said, his voice shaking, “please let me explain. Please hear me out.”
Part of you wanted to shush him, to tell him that it was fine and that you forgave him. But the other part of you knew he needed to say whatever it was he came here to say. Not for you, but for him.
“Please don’t leave me,” he begged, tears forming in his eyes, “God just please don’t leave me. I am so sorry. I was an idiot. I should have told you. I know I should have told you. I just didn’t know how. Please Y/N. I can’t stand the world without you. Please.”
He was pacing the apartment now, and even though you couldn’t see his face you knew tears were flowing freely.
He turned to face you, you could see his pain in his blue eyes. You could see his hands shaking and you instantly grabbed him and pulled him into a hug.
For a second he didn’t react, and then you felt him melt into you. You felt his head hit your shoulder, his arms wrap around your waste and you felt his full body deflate.
Neither of you spoke, you needed to calm him down and you knew that physical contact worked best.
After a while you heard him begin to speak, “Y/N ple-”
“Shh,” you whispered, running one of your hands through his hair, “just relax Mon-El.”
After a while you felt his heart beat slow to a somewhat normal pace and you slowly untangled him from you.
You took his face in your hands and looked him straight as you said, “Mon-El I’m gonna need you to listen to me now. You are not your past. You have changed completely and I know you will never go back to the way you were before. I would never leave you, Mon-El I’m sorry I ran but I didn’t know what else to do.”
“No I’m the one who should be sorry,” he muttered, wrapping his arms around your waist again, “I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve any of this. And you deserve someone far better than me.”
“Mon-El,” you repeated, “you are not your past. You are in incredible person and you deserve to be happy. You have changed completely. And that’s one of the things I love about you.”
“You love me?” he asked, you could see her was insure. Disbelieving.
“Yeah,” you muttered deciding to just own your slip up, “I do.”
“I love you too,” he said before pulling you into a hug again.
And okay maybe that’s where you stayed for a long time. And maybe both ended up on the floor hugging still.
But none of that mattered. Because you loved him. And he loved you.
Hope you guys liked that.
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