give me the first time kara is patrolling the skies and she hears maggie’s heartbeat skyrocket. and look, we all know kara’s probably stumbled in on maggie and alex at least once, so kara knows what /that/heartbeat sounds like.
this isn’t that.
this is faster and different and kara as supergirl is worried so she heads that way,
and maybe it turns out to be nothing, but chances are, it’s not. chances are it’s detective sawyer hauling a little kid behind her, a little boy with a fat lip and a black eye and an arm kara can see that is broken without her x-ray vision. and maybe it’s maggie with her hand protectively on the shoulder of the little boy, keeping him firmly behind her and maybe the other has her gun leveled at the gun leveled at her.
and this was only supposed to be a statement collection maggie will tell kara later - that’s why there was no back up.
but kara worries that she won’t get there fast enough because maggie has a terrified kid in one hand, a gun in the other and her eyes leveled at a man who is threatening to kill her. and kara, well she shows up just in time.
she shows up through a window, skidding through an open door because she used her super hearing and she heard, she /heard/ the way the mans muscles were tensing in his hand. she heard the slightest shift of the loaded gun and kara knew.
so she dove and rolled and skidded and is standing, wobbling, catching a bullet with her fingertips. she’s catching it and clutching it and turning to the man who fired it because
maggie sawyer isn’t allowed to die.
[maggie doesn’t know that yet, but kara will tell her]
I want to write a superhero story where everything is entirely stereotypical except the hero, hero’s girlfriend, and the villain are all entirely aware of it and state the fact that it’s stereotypical numerous times.
“And then I’ll-”
“Why are you telling me all your evil plans?”
“I’m a super-villain, aren’t I? That’s what I’m supposed to do when I have you kidnapped. Then your hero bursts in,” the hero opens the door, “and my plans are revealed to the world. Why are you laughing? Stop laughing. I’m a good super-villain.” And then the hero whacks villain over the head and they escape.
Except then I want it to end with the hero and the love interest realising they never actually liked each other they just wanted the story to go with the stereotypical plot and the hero falls in love with the villain and the love interest realises they had villainous potential the whole time and ends up the villain the hero and original villain have to fight off. Dunno who wins that bit then.
Also there has to be a discussion at some point about how uncreative the name Metro City is, possibly ending with a new name for it. Maybe similarly uncreative.
wanted to draw a DjWifi comic but got carried away too much (mostly with coloring, omfg) its also partially Volpinino? (or how is it called??) i guess…. this awkward moment when you think that one superhero is as hot as your girlfriend and you hate yourself for it
Okay, okay, okay, so I don’t have time to actually write something for Femslash February, BUT I will contribute a headcanon :D
SO I’ve always loved the idea of Chloe and Alya being together, and this whole thing with them officially being the fox and the bee has my head spinning with a new ROMANCE!
- Chloe and Alya hate each other as civilians still.
- But as heroes, they’re totally different. Ladybug is very protective of her relationship with Chat (look how she reacted to Volpina flirting with him–you know it’s true), so Fox!Alya and Bee!Chloe are automatically drawn together. Not because Ladybug and Chat are ignoring them or anything, but because they’re both the new guys and there’s still this line between veteran heroes and newbies.
- It quickly becomes clear to Fox!Alya that Bee is head over heels in love with Ladybug. But Fox!Alya had already kind of promised to help Chat with his game with Ladybug, so now she feels bad. As a result, she kind of makes a special effort to hang out with Bee and kind of be her support, especially when it becomes clear that Ladybug is interested in some other boy beyond them.
- Bee is devastated, but Fox is a good friend and so helps her through it all. And because Bee thinks Fox is pretty cool too, they become closer and closer until, finally, Bee realizes she’s developed feelings for Fox instead.
- But as civilians, they still hate each other. Maybe hate each other more and more all the time. I just like this idea of Fox and Bee, like, slowly falling in love and they’re just so supportive and great for each other, but as civilians they’re absolutely nasty. I NEED SUPPORTIVE SUPERHERO GIRLFRIENDS, OKAY?! But also the drama of being enemies as civilians and seeing how that would pan out in a reveal.
I don’t really know where I’m going with this, but… I really should just write it, AUGH! >.<
Bonnie! Could I please have a Peter Parker fic where he has this girlfriend
(the reader) and he’s trying to keep his superhero life and “normal”
life separate but they end up colliding and she’s put in danger. Angst (since
you’re the angst queen) and she ends up dying or something? I’d appreciate it,
2. Can you do one where
you’re Steve or Tony’s daughter and you’re with Peter Parker, and some villain
makes peter choose between saving you or aunt may (or maybe even you and Gwen)
and he picks the other? And your dad finds out and has to live with seeing the
other person constantly, and peter feels constant guilt.
Past events are in italics
“You can’t possibly save them both, so stop wasting your
time and decide who lives and who dies.
The choice is yours to make, Mr. Parker.”
Supercorp: Kara's birthday and Lena surprises her with a motorcycle designed specifically for Supergirl.
do you get your girlfriend for her birthday when she’s an actual Superhero?
This was the conundrum Lena found herself faced with.
was no help; ’I don’t need anything, I have you!’ was the standard
response, much to Lena’s chagrin. After getting too exasperated the year before
Lena had eventually bought herself some ridiculously expensive underwear and
stuck a bow on her head.
inspiration for this year hit when they went out to dinner with Alex and
Maggie. The conversation eventually turned into playful banter, as it always
did, of Alex bringing up ‘when Kara first
came to Earth’ stories.
was regaling the tale of the time she broke her arm trying to teach Kara to
ride a push bike, but Kara had peddled too hard, snapping both the peddles off
and gone careering down a hill until a bush (and Alex) had stopped her at the
had tears in her eyes from laughing too much as Alex finished her dramatic retelling,
complete with an almost perfect impression of Kara’s pout. Kara sat opposite
Alex, an actual pout on her face, but a twinkle in her eyes.
we’re so upset that I broke your bike!’ Kara giggled.
were breaking all my stuff! You couldn’t control your strength!’ Alex shook her
that was nothing compared to the time I crashed your motorcycle…’ Kara said,
sobered up immediately; a look of lost love on her face.
You can ride a motorcycle?’ Lena asked Kara incredulously; the thought of Kara
in tight leather running through her mind.
Alex taught me, but I wasn’t allowed near her bikes anymore after the incident
cycle I spent my entire freshman year building’ Alex said sadly, 'she was
Damn Danvers, how did you not realise you were into women?’ Maggie
pursed her lips.
sorry’ Maggie bit back another laugh and took Alex’s hand in hers, 'what
happened to… Betsy?’
came to visit me here in National City and I had just completed Betsy. She
wanted to take her for a spin, but I said no- I’d tricked out the engine and it
was way more powerful than my bike back in Midvale. I told her she couldn’t
handle the speed…’ Alex said and looked forlorn, 'you want to tell them what
took a deep breath, 'I thought Alex was just been an overprotective big sister,
so I snuck out and took Betsy… it didn’t end well…’
’That’s an understatement’ Alex murmured
under her breath.
was right, she was too powerful, too fast and I lost control. I was downtown
and I took out a traffic light, terrified a cat and two dogs before finally
wrapping it around the tree next to the park…’ Kara said, shooting a worried
look at Alex; it was still a sore spot for her.
my god! That was you?!’ Maggie exclaimed, slamming her palm onto the table,
'you’re a legend at the precinct Little Danvers!’
three heads turned to look at Maggie.
was a rookie’ Maggie explained, 'and this epic story was going round about this
young girl who wrapped her motorcycle round a tree and got off without a
scratch. I called bullshit on it- there was no way anyone would have come out
of that unscathed… the wing mirror is still embedded in the tree- no one
could get it out!’
sat quietly and watched the way Kara lit up when they continued to talk about
motorcycles and then about the ones Alex and Maggie now had. An idea came to
her and she smiled a secretive smile.
months later Lena was awoken by a blonde blur, squealing ecstatically as she
tried to shake Lena awake.
my birthday!’ the bouncing Kryptonian informed Lena.
had no idea’ Lena teased, 'Happy Birthday gorgeous’ Lena smiled and pulled Kara
down for a kiss. 'Let me throw some clothes on and we’ll go find your presents’
Lena murmured between kisses.
Kara grinned and jumped off the bed heading to the wardrobe. Lena suddenly
found herself the target of a pair of jeans and one of Kara’s hoodies that had
been thrown at her, taking the hint, Lena pulled them on as she chuckled to
on then’ Lena said, taking Kara by the hand and led her out of the bedroom and
towards the front door of Kara’s apartment.
only raised an eyebrow in response as she pulled on a pair of shoes. Kara
quickly did the same wondering what on earth Lena could have got her which
involved going outside.
bounced all the way down the stairs, burst through the door and gasped. Sitting
on the pavement was a brand new motorcycle, glinting in the sunlight, a giant
red bow tied round it.
squealed and threw her arms round her girlfriend.
take it you like it?’ Lena laughed as Kara squeezed her. 'Want to take a closer
nodded and let go of Lena, she walked towards the bike and ran a hand gently
over the leather seat.
made of adamantium, so you don’t have to worry about your strength’ Lena
explained excitedly, 'and look here’ she said and pointed next to the speedometer.
bent down to look and saw her family crest etched into the metal.
love it!’ Kara exclaimed, 'how did you manage this?’
had a bit of help’ Lena confessed and titled her head forwards, indicating
someone behind Kara.
Maggie!’ Kara turned and grinned.
Birthday Little Danvers’
produced a helmet from behind her back, a simple black design with a small blue
and red stripe down the side.
DEO have tricked it out- there’s a head’s up display if you ever decide to use
the bike as Supergirl’ Alex grinned.
is amazing guys! Thank you so much!’ Kara was giddy with excitement.
saw the way you were talking about Alex’s old bikes and had to get you one; one
you can’t break’ Lena smiled.
wicked grin crossed Lena’s face and she leaned in close to Kara’s ear, 'I got
you some leathers too; maybe tonight you can model them for me?’ she
groaned; she knew exactly what Lena had whispered to her sister, she had had
the same look on her face as when they had originally gone shopping for the
be mean’ Maggie whispered at Alex and gently hit her shoulder, 'you know you
love me in my gear…’
tilted her head in defeat, she couldn’t argue with that.
on, let’s leave the love birds to it’ Maggie grinned as Kara swept Lena off her
feet and started to carry her back upstairs.
you guys tonight!’ Kara yelled over her shoulder as she headed back inside, Lena
in her arms.
Okay, listen up. First off, we have this rumor off of the TV Tropes website:
It’s since been taken down and isn’t exactly damning in and of itself, but bear with me.
A lot of the characters’ names in this movie mean something; of the central characters, there’s the Warren Peace pun, the obvious Will Stronghold, and Gwen Grayson, which a lot of people have pointed out may be a combination of Spider-Man’s girlfriend Gwen Stacy, and DC superhero Dick Grayson. The only main character’s name that doesn’t seem to mean anything is Layla Williams, which is weird considering she’s the female lead, and notably similar to supervillain Poison Ivy, whose alter ego is Pamela Lillian Isley, originally Dr. Lillian Rose, so they totally could have gone in that direction.
Now, remember the scene where they’re going through Steve and Josie’s old high school yearbook?
When they get to the picture of Warren’s father Barron Battle, Steve says “Always swore he’d have his revenge on me. And he totally stole the lead in Oklahoma!” and judging from Will and Josie’s reactions he still brings this up a lot.
Oklahoma! is a famous play in which the main storyline revolves around the male lead, Curly McLain, trying to convince the female lead, Laurey Williams, to acknowledge her affections for him. Spoiler alert: he succeeds and at the end of the play they get married.
They just called her Layla because no one names their kid Laurey anymore (no offense to anyone named Laurey), and this is clearly foreshadowing Warren and Layla getting together: Warren’s father “stole” the lead in Oklahoma!, a role centered on a romance with Laurey Williams, from Will’s father; ergo Warren was going to “steal” Layla from Will in a future film.
To make the evidence even more damning, the secondary storyline in Oklahama! follows a guy called Will Parker and his quest to marry this girl Ado Annie. He doesn’t look twice at Laurey. I rest my case.
Of course, it’s perfectly possible that is just another one of those million weird coincidences that show up way too often in a medium where creators always claim they actually think about this stuff, OR
(1/2) I'm writing a superhero novel with a diverse main cast (two white guys, an Indian woman, a Latina woman, and her black girlfriend, and one of the white guys has a black ex-husband and adopted daughter), but I'm white, so I have some questions. My first one is about the black girl. A plot point in the story is that various people connected to the main villain are abducted and experimented on to give them metahuman powers. I want her to be one of these people.
(2/2) Both so that she can become a hero in her own right and to force her girlfriend, who leads the team of superheroes to deal with it. At the end of the story, she is safe and happy, after spending some time recovering. Would this be feeding into problematic tropes? My other question is about the black ex-husband of one of the white heroes. For a while, they are divorced due to plot reasons, and he is raising their daughter alone, and well. Is this a problematic trope about black fathers?
Black Superhero: Experimentation & Powers + Black Single Father
Several superheroes gain their powers due to experimentation, such as Luke Cage. Doesn’t make it right, but as long as you’re not singling out the Black girl and don’t put her through excessively harsh conditions compared to the non-Black people who are experimented on (aka the tortured/brutalized Black body trope and depending on their endurance Strong Black Man/Woman trope) or use the things she goes through for shock value, it should work.
As for the single father, I can’t tell if it’s the Black or white father raising the daughter alone. For one, is this father actually a single father (doing all or nearly all of the work when it comes to raising and supporting the child) or is he co-parenting the child with his ex (both still provide sufficient parenting and financial support)? There’s a difference.
Seeing as there’s no Black mother involved in the situation, the 1 (½) tropes I can spot are Absent Black Father (if the Black father has left the white one to parent without any support). The other ½ isn’t really a trope, more like Black single fathers are praised overall for simply being there for their children while it’s just an expectation for Black single mothers who are not credited for being good people in the same way for raising theirs (and are in fact shamed for being single Black mothers).
The majority of that is audience perception which can’t be controlled, but just remember when writing, even if the Black man is painted as a good father, which is favorable, men are not automatically extraordinary for raising their children. No cookies for doing what you’re supposed to do, anyways!
This Season Is About Kara Juggling All Her Personalities...
… and one thing I like is that to Mon-El, Kara Danvers…
… is equal to Kara Zor-El
is equal to Supergirl.
Of course, the person sitting by his bedside was Kara Zor El - the first person he saw and ran from. However, when she tracked him down, she approached him as Supergirl but he immediately recognized her as a Kryptonian, therefore, as Kara Zor-El.
And as he got to know the different sides of her, whether it was working with her at Catco or investigating a case; or alongside her at the DEO; or connecting with her as a fellow refugee, it’s all been the same person.
Superhero love interests often have to play the hidden identity game for a while but something I love about this ship is that he got to know her as she truly is, without her having to hide any aspect of herself.
They still did a little bit of the hidden identity thing with him hiding that he’s the prince but it’s not nearly as relevant because they don’t live on Daxam and he didn’t play the part of the prince in the duration of their relationship.
I don’t know if there’s even a point to this rambling but I was thinking of how the first time he kissed her in her Supergirl suit wasn’t an iconic superhero moment. It was just him reassuring his girlfriend with a kiss and it would have had the same impact if she’d been wearing civilian clothes and glasses. Because to Mon-El, all these different identities are the same person.
Missing scene: Maggie and James being badasses and saving people
She’s stepped over the body of a dead officer – killed right in front of her eyes.
She knows his kids.
She knows his mother.
She’ll wind up being the one to knock on her mother’s door and tell her that her son died protecting her. Protecting all of them.
She knows his kids, and she knows his mother, and she stepped over his body and took his gun and shot to kill.
She’d fought her way to the bar.
Fought her way past streams of high school kids that she guided into a hidden basement, using all her ammo – his ammo – to protect them.
Fought her way over dead bodies and broken bones and fire, fire, fire.
Fought her way to get to Alex Danvers.
To get home.
Home, which tastes like Alex’s lips and smells like Alex’s body lotion.
Home, which feels like the embrace of Alex’s arms and sounds like Alex’s voice.
Home, which is… Alex.
But too soon, too soon, she and James compare notes on the streets outside.
Too soon, they look into each other’s eyes and know that they’ll burst if they can’t get back out there.
She knows Alex must be bursting, too.
She knows Alex thinks Maggie would be better suited to the whole command thing than she is.
She knows Alex is wrong, because she is expendable.
Alex is not.
So she draws her in for a long, heated kiss – a long, heated kiss punctuated with I love you, with be safe, with I’ll see you soon, with we’ll name her Gertrude – and she sets back into the streets with Guardian.
A man she’d been told to hunt.
A man who’s now one of the closest friends she’s ever had.
A man who’s now watching her back as she sprints out of the alleyway, across the street, because there’s a teenager, alone, terrified, trying to fight.
Maggie fights for them. James points them in the direction of safety.
They pull Maggie into a random hug. Maggie holds her glock out to the side so he doesn’t accidentally set it off. She hugs him back with one arm.
James watches her as the kid retreats, safely, safely, safely.
“I don’t like you being out here with only that little gun,” he tells her.
“I don’t like you being out here with only that little armor,” she retorts, and she hears him chuckle even as he slams his shield down in front of her, blocking a blast of Daxamite bullets.
“I owe you, Guardian,” she shouts as they fight back to back, Maggie immediately assessing the weaknesses in Daxamite armor, the soft spots, the spots she won’t shatter her bones trying to hit.
She hears it before he does: a Daxamite weapon reloading.
She throws herself into his body, and they both tumble onto the ground.
The heat of fire passes over their heads, and James grunts as he slams his shield into the helmet of the soldier Maggie’d just saved him from.
“I think we’re square now,” he shouts, and she grins briefly before sobering.
“We need to get to the school, James,” she calls to him, and he nods once, and she leads the way.
They find the kids from National City Elementary huddled in an inadequately protected lunchroom, and Maggie helps the teachers carry the most scared, the most injured, with one arm while she helps James shoot with the other.
She murmurs soothing words to the six year old clinging to her hip, to her chest, to her shoulders, telling them to close their eyes, not to look, even as she rotates over her other shoulder and shoots, shoots, shoots.
She clicks out of ammo and her body, not her bullets, become the children’s shield as she shepherds them into a safer bunker across the street, as James and the suit Winn made him pull overtime, absorbing bullets and discharging lead dust.
Only once does she lose sight of him, and it’s one of the most terrifying moments of her life.
She sets down the children – all safe now, all safe – and she screams his name, praying, praying, not to find him on the ground, not to find him somehow bleeding underneath all that armor.
And sure enough, he’s on his knees.
Conscious, awake. Alive.
But on his knees.
Images of Alex floating in that tank shriek into her brain, and she sees red.
She doesn’t know where she gets the shotgun from – she doesn’t look which dead comrade she’s picking it off from this time – she just knows that she’s hoisting it, cocking, shooting.
Once, twice, three, four times.
Enough to get the two Daxamite soldiers that had forced James onto his knees onto theirs.
“Winn was right,” James breathes by way of thank you.
“About what?” Maggie asks, breathless and bruised.
“Alex Danvers would never date someone who doesn’t own a firearm. Or how to use whatever she finds on the street.”
“Alex Danvers is a classy woman,” Maggie counters with a grin as they set off down the street at a jog, sticking to the shadows and looking for the next group to rescue.
James will tell everyone later – when the dust settles, when the bodies are buried, when the survivors have hugged and kissed and cried – that he and Maggie made a great team.
Alex’s eyes will shine and she’ll brag for weeks to anyone who’ll listen about how her girlfriend can keep up with a superhero in a war zone.
Pam in HR has never been more irritated with her; she has enough paperwork to file without the triplicate forms securing James Olsen’s confidential “secret” identity that are suddenly flooding her office.
But at least, she thinks, her team is alive for her to be irritated with.
NOTE: You guys have no idea how difficult it was for me to make a plot for this fanfic. Didn’t want to disappoint you lot since there’s so many wanting a sugar daddy Tony Stark fic. Hopefully, I didn’t disappoint. Enjoy ❤
Tony insisted you quit your job at club St4rk but you loved it there. You made loyal and great friends there and you loved what you did. The costumes, the makeup, the atmosphere were some things you never wanted to let go.
I started watching Supergirl when it first aired. It mostly was because I recognized Melissa and wanted to see what she could do on a show that wasn’t Glee. At that point in time, I wasn’t really into the superhero craze and wasn’t watching any of the Arrowverse or other superhero shows.
I gave Supergirl a shot though. What I discovered was a show that I had no problem falling in love with. Week after week, I saw strong female characters and a show that was unapologetically feminist.
I fell in love with the characters and the relationships on the show. I saw the Superfriends grow into a cohesive team. I saw the Danvers sisters prove again and again that they were not a pair to be messed with, and had an unbreakable relationship. I grew to adore their relationship with their space dad. And of course, there was Supercat, which was so much a part of the heart of the show for me. Supercat drew me into the fandom.
Week after week, I tuned in and was glued to my screen for every moment of the show. I loved it. It had been years since I had loved a show this much.
Which is why it breaks my heart to see the show now, a shell of its former self.
Yes, all the characters (save Cat), are still there, but they are shadows of their season one selves.
Suddenly, the show has become all about ships and pairing everyone off. Instead of seeing a sister moment at the end of the show, we see the show closing on a couple, most of the time Karamel, which, is not only toxic, but opposed to just about every value I loved in season one. Kara is secondary in this relationship. Karamel is mostly about Mon-El and his desire for Kara (compare this to how Kara actively pursued James in season one).
We get fewer space family moments as well. While we have had a few, they are much further between, and are secondary to the ships on the show.
Then, there was the whole message of season one, about Kara growing to have it all. She had her Superhero life and finally had her dream job at Catco.
Throughout this season, we have seen CatCo less and less, until finally, it was allowed to be completely forgotten, when Kara was fired.
Now, less than a year later, her place is only as a superhero and Mon-El’s girlfriend. I refuse to believe that the Kara of season one, who had J’onn impersonate her just to convince Cat that Kara wasn’t Supergirl so she could keep her job, would be happy as a full time Superhero.
Whatever happened to “having it all?”
The one good thing that came out of season two was Sanvers and Alex’s coming out story. That was so beautiful and well written.
The rest though makes me sad for what one was. I want season one back (just with Sanvers). Sadly, it doesn’t look like that will be happening anytime soon (if at all) though.