In honor of the lack of any sense in last night's episode, can you do an imagine where the reader (who's in love with kara) tells Mon el off for treating Kara like a piece of property and trying to kill mr macbookpro even after Kara told him to chill the fuck out? Bonus points if you fix other shitty aspects about the episode and how Kara was treated by that dickbag.
You were known for being a pretty calm and collected person. In fact, you prided yourself in always being as cool as a cucumber (and yes, you still used lame expressions like that).
So you could imagine everyone’s surprise when you completely lost it at work and told off Mon-El.
If you could snap your fingers and make anything appear or dissapear, you’d fix all of Kara’s problems for her. You’d give her everything she’s ever desired and more, because she’s the most selfless person you know, and she deserves the world.
Kara latest problem? Mxyzptlk. And he’s a tough one to fix. How do you trick an extravagant, all seeing, magical creature into saying his unpronounceable name backwards? You can understand why Kara is so stressed by this new guy. But of course, that isn’t the only reason she’s slightly overwhelmed. There’s also the fact that she has that intolerable Daxamite breathing down her neck with his innapropriate jealousy every two seconds.
You’re snapped out of your thoughts and pulled bac into reality when you hear voices arguing from within the DEO. They seem to be getting closer.
“Just back off, Mon-El! I said I’ll handle it.” Kara storms in, furiously crossing her arms. He follows her, calling after her, raising his voice.
You close your eyes and clench your fists. You’ve been experiencing Mon-El’s extreme jealousy over the past few days, and you didn’t mutter a single word to him. As a DEO agent who takes their job very seriously, you try to be a professional, and professionals don’t let their feelings for certain beautiful blonde superheroes get in the way of their work. If Mon-El argued with anyone else, you’d simply call him a prick in your head and move on, but since it was Kara, you really had to develop some level of self-restraint over the past few days. Although, today, your patience is running very thin.
“I have every right to be angry! That imp deserves to die!” shouts Mon-El.
“Oh my god! Just because you’re jealous-”
“Jealous? Ha! You wish! You know, Kara, you’re a little full of yourself.”
Kara doesn’t even have the time to reply because you’re on your feet, inches away from Mon-El.
“Listen carefully, you insufferable Daxamite.” Your voice is eerily calm, but dripping with anger. Mon-El senses this and takes a step back.
“I’ve been listenning to you complaining for the past 3 days, and I haven’t said a word. But I’m sick of listenning to you, I’m sick of your voice and I’m sick of your fragile masculinity. So for once in your life, shut the fuck up and listen to a voice that isn’t your own.”
Everyone is staring at you know, and you can feel Kara’s gaze from behind you, but your voice doesn’t waver as you continue on.
“You have no right to yell at Kara. She has been nothing but kind to you since you landed here on Earth. You’re unnaturally territorial and possesive, and it’s not cute, it’s not endearing, and it’s definitely not romantic. So back off! Do you really think the Girl of fucking Steel needs a pasty ass alien boy like you to protect her? Newsflash! The answer is NO. Kara is an amazing, independant, badass and she is so selfless it’s unreal. So you won’t call her ‘full of herself’, and you sure as hell won’t call her ‘yours’, or I swear to Rao that I’ll gladly finish what Mxyzptlk started and kill you myself. Got it?”
Mon-El stares at you, his mouth hanging open and his eyes wide. He slowly nods and mutters: “Yeah…yup…got it,” under his breath as he walks away.
Your muscles relax as you unclench your fists. Wow, did that feel good…you hadn’t realised how much you’d been aching to yell at him.
You remember that Kara is there, and slowly turn around to face her, bracing yourself. You took it too far. You didn’t mean to, you just couldn’t stop once you had started.
“I’m sorry Kara…I know you can handle yourself and I know it wasn’t my place, I shouldn’t have d-”
But you never finish your sentence because Kara’s lips are pressed against yours and her hands are around your neck and she’s running her fingers through your hair and it all feels so good.
When she finally pulls away, she looks at you and says:
“Thank you. Everything you said, it was incredibly sweet,” You smile at her. “And the way you told Mon-El off…that was really hot.”
You both fill the DEO with laughter as you walk off, hand in hand.