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Supergirl

Bellamy Blake x Reader

Warning: Fighting/Violence, Curse Words (Kinda?), Uh, Bad Guys?

Summary: Octavia Blake has an alter ego. She’s otherwise known as Supergirl to the town of National City. With the help of the DEO, where her adoptive brother works, and her brother’s techie girlfriend, she’s what some would call a hero.

Requested by @horsiegirl998

i’ve been dead forEVER oOF SORRY. BUT IM BACK. REQUEST PLEASE. I LOVE YOU. IM BACK. IM ALIVE. I WONT TAKE MONTHS TO WRITE YOUR REQUESTS. I APOLOGIZE. I LOVE YOU.

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unedited oof

Octavia Zor-El. That was her name, well her birth name. Her name on Earth was Octavia Blake, and you knew her well. You knew her better than many of the other people on the planet.

You had heard her story many a-times. Born on Krypton, she was the daughter of Zor-El and his wife, Alura. Her planet was dying, being destroyed to be perfectly correct, and she was being sent off to protect her cousin, Kal-El. But things never go as planned, do they?

When Krypton exploded, her escape pod was knocked off course and she was sent into the Phantom Zone, a place where time is somewhat of a foreign concept. She was suspended in time and never aged until finally her pod got free and she landed on Earth.

There she was rescued by her cousin, Finn Collins as Earth knew him, and placed with an adoptive family. The family consisted of three people: Elliot Blake and his wife, Aurora, and their son Bellamy.

You remembered it all very well, you were as shocked as anyone would be when they found out. You knew Octavia as Cat Grant’s assistant—later promoted to reporter—at CatCo Worldwide Media. Not as the superheroine, Supergirl. But working with the DEO, you should be used to such things.

You worked for the Department of Extra-Normal Operations, or the DEO, as their resident tech expert, which you took with pride. But did you ever expect to be helping the hero of your very own city? Perhaps not.

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“On your right,” You mused into the mic as you watched Octavia through the security cameras of the warehouse.

“You ever gonna get out of my ear?” she scoffed, reasonably annoyed with your comments to her through the earpiece. You let out a light laugh as you leaned forward in your seat, your eyes glued to Octavia on the screen.

She swung her arm back, elbowing her attacker square in the face. He staggered for only a moment before he gripped her arm. She let out a growl as his touch began to burn her screen, even through the suit she was wearing.

“Touchy,” you muttered, furrowing your eyebrows. You had deemed the offender as a native of some other alien planet. You could never figure out which one and Octavia had been clueless as well. All you knew was that his touch was hot, hot enough even for a Kryptonian.

Before Octavia could wind her other arm back, he gripped her face with his free hand. She let out a yell in his grasp, your heart beginning to race as she fell to her knees with his hands still on her.

“Get up,” you whispered, as if it was supposed to help. “I didn’t hack into these security cameras for nothing!”

“Thanks—for—the—vote—of—confidence!” Octavia snapped back through her gritted teeth. She glared up at her attacker before letting out a gust of frozen breath. A smile adorned your face as he staggered backward. “Too cold for you?” she quipped before continuing, literally blowing him back towards the warehouse walls.

Octavia winded her arm, knocking him hard in the face. She grabbed his shoulders and with her strength, sent him skidding across the warehouse floor. He was dazed, undoubtedly.

As he began to stagger to his feet, Octavia spun towards him. She clapped her hands hard, prompting a hard gust of air that pushed him further back. He flew back into the crates, crashing into them as he lay in a heap. “Yes!” You exclaimed, probably far too into it all. “Can you fly him back? You look a little...”

“Thanks,” Octavia murmured before heading towards the man and hooking her arms underneath his. Within a flash, she was out of the warehouse.

You pulled off your headset and pushed your chair away from the desk and monitors. You got to your feet, beginning to head through the compound. It didn’t take long to find him, Octavia’s brother.

You peered into the training room, careful not to disturb him. You watched with intrigued eyes as Bellamy flipped someone onto their stomach, twisting their arm behind them. “Give up?” He asked, a smirk on his face.

The person beneath him feebly tapped against the floor as Bellamy let out a chuckle, letting go of them. “Training?” You asked, now entering the room.

“He’s tough,” his training partner commented, dusting themselves off. They collected their equipment and rushed from the room, leaving you alone with him.

“Impressive,” You chirped, beaming at the male before you. “I could take you though.”

“I’m sure you could,” Bellamy chuckled, pulling his shirt over his head. “That’s why I just leave you to your computers, babe.” He smiled, taking your hand and pulling you into him. He connected your lips as you enjoyed the moment of pure content.

“You’re still coming over, right?” you asked, pulling away. “They added the newest season of Nailed It! to Netflix and I’m dying to watch!”

“Because it makes your baking skills look better?”

You gasped aloud, feigning hurt. “I’ll have you know, that cake was only bad because I couldn’t work the oven!”

“You never turned it on.”

“Because I couldn’t work it! Keep up!” You exclaimed, hitting Bellamy on the chest as he shook his head, a smile on his lips. “Octavia’s coming in. She got the guy.”

“Is she hurt?” Bellamy asked, his face going from one of playfulness to immediate concern.

“We’ll have to see when she gets here, but I don’t think too bad if she is. He got ahold of her arm and her face,” you confessed, giving Bellamy a soft smile as you squeezed his hand. “She’s badass, I assure you. She can do anything.”

“Come on,” Bellamy said, squeezing your hand. The two of you headed out of the training room and entered the main lobby just as Octavia did, dumping the man onto the DEO floor. “O!”

“Hey Bell,” Octavia greeted, flittering down to the floor. She could barely get a word out before Bellamy stepped forward, taking her chin in his hand and turning her face to check for damage. “Bell,” she hissed, slapping his hand away. “I’m fine.”

“Doesn’t hurt to check,” he commented, crossing his arms over his chest. He never approved of Octavia doing this, you knew that well. Though their relationship was rocky at times, he did care about her. He viewed the entire “Supergirl” thing as a way for Octavia to put herself into danger and he never once enjoyed such a idea.

“I’m fine,” Octavia repeated, giving Bellamy a less aggressive look. “What kind of hero would I be if some guy with hot hands took me down? How lame,” she joked, laughing softly. Bellamy rose an eyebrow, seemingly unamused.

“Oookay,” You interjected, stepping between them. You guided Octavia away as Bellamy followed close behind you two. You stood in front of the monitors, typing away at the keyboard before your eyes darted toward one of the screens. “National City seems quiet.”

“Too quiet?” Octavia asked, peering over your shoulder.

“Nope.” You answered, popping the ‘p’. “You’re off-duty.” You hummed, turning back to her with a smile. Octavia smiled lightly before heading off. Bellamy looked back at her for just a moment. “She worries just as much about you, you know?”

“She doesn’t have to.” Bellamy told you. “I can handle myself.” You quirked an eyebrow, a smug grin on your face. Bellamy let out a sigh. “Don’t say it.”

“Octavia would say the same thing,” you sang out as Bellamy glanced away from your far too triumphant face.

“I’ll see you tonight,” He exhaled, pressing a kiss to your cheek before walking away.

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“Those poor donuts!” You cried out in distress, munching on popcorn as you watched the TV show on your television. Bellamy laughed lightly beside you, his arm around your shoulders as you both watched the cooking show.

A knock sounded at the door as you set the popcorn in Bellamy’s lap and hopped up to get it. When you pulled the door open, Octavia was on the other side. “Okay so, I totally don’t mean to ruin date night-“

“You already are!” Bellamy called back as Octavia glared at him over your shoulder.

“But! I brought pizza!” She exclaimed, waving the pizza box in your face. “Mind if I join?” You glanced back towards Bellamy who waved her in as you both shared excited smiles. “Want a slice, Bell?”

He held up two fingers as Octavia nodded and you two worked to get plates. With pizza slices in hand, you plopped down back beside Bellamy as Octavia sat on the other side.

You were twenty minutes into the next episode, when Octavia’s head whipped around. “It was too quiet,” she sighed, hearing the echoing of sirens that you all could now hear.

“I have my laptop and your earpiece if you want backup,” you told her as she got to her feet. She shook her head before glancing toward Bellamy.

“Go.” He told her, offering a reluctant smile. “You can handle yourself.”

“Nice to see you finally notice,” she smiled before ruffling his hair and dashing from the apartment. You glanced toward your boyfriend, a wide grin being held back.

“Don’t say it.”

“You took my advice,” you sang, smugly kissing his cheek. Bellamy playfully rolled his eyes as you snuggled into his side, resuming your show as you knew Supergirl was at work protecting your city.

Does anyone else have that one mutual who’s like Way Too Popular to be following you and ur lowkey convinced that they regret following u

Hello x May I get a marvel and Harry Potter ship? My names Laurel, I have short, black hair, kind of like Snapes actually. I’m 5’3, dark brown eyes, tan skin. I belong in the hufflepuff house. I’m loyal and caring. I’ll put everyone before me but I will put my foot down if I feel they’re taking advantage of me. I’m assertive when I need to be and I will take things into my own hands if I need too. I can have an attitude and get sassy when I feel necessary. But I try and see the beat of everyone.

—I ship you with Draco Malfoy!

draco’s kinda an asshole, let’s be honest. and you’re so not about to take his shit. he’s kinda taken back when you sass him one day because he was being a jerk to a friend of yours. like?? damn okay.

he’s curious about you. you’re really nice but you stood up to him? and you’re curious about him too. it’s not hard to see that clearly there’s more to draco. and despite the fact he’s kinda jerky, you want to see the best in him 

you give him a smile once in the hallway and he loses it oh my god. affection? the boy is shook. that smile turns into a few more smiles and passing glances and oof, help this lovestruck boy. you make the first move by asking him out and like, rip draco

draco’s still kinda snippy at people but nowhere near as much. you make him more empathetic and like?? he’s just inspired by you because you !! care !! and he wants to care too !! 

also there’s enough of a height difference that draco can rest his chin on your head and he lives for it. he’s soft okay.

—I ship you with Tony Stark!

you’re spunky okay, like, you’re nice and caring but you’re also so ready to put someone in their place and tony couldn’t be more of a fan. you could literally give him attitude and he’d buy you flowers like, he loves it

speaking of, you’re always putting people before yourself which is strangely familiar to this guy wow. so of course he wants to do whatever he can to make you happy. he could buy you a house. he definitely buys you a house. don’t try to return it. he’s too stubborn for that. also it’s nicer than your old apartment so really, don’t return it.

you’re legitimately always worried for this man. does he know what calm down means?? no, no he doesn’t. he’s just always doing something and trying to protect the world so you literally have to pull him out of the lab. he’s upset about it at first because he’s *busy* but he can never be mad at you, puh-lease

you enjoy those few moments you get where you’re just standing behind him in the lab as he’s sat at his workbench. your arms are draped over his shoulders and he’s just affectionately holding onto your hands and sigh, this is wholesome

you’re both going to save the world together. whether it’s because you’re both all for the greater good, or because you work together to think of a way to save everyone, you will. together.

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Hide & Seek

Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader

Warning: alcohOL, mentions of sEX, aH 

Summary: Bellamy catches you in the midst of a weekly competition with Raven and it leads to quite a talk.

Requested by anonymous (thank you for loving all my imagines, ily)

Prompts:

8. “You’re seriously like a man-child.”

12. “She’s hiding behind the sofa.”

17. “Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

24. “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

28. “How drunk was I?”

42. “Stop being so cute.”

46. “It was a joke, baby. I swear.”

62. “If you can’t sleep...we could have sex?”

74. “I’m not wearing a tie.”

84. “Show me what’s behind your back.”

yeet im alive

You dashed into the established common room of Arkadia, eyes scanning the room quickly. Bellamy, who happened to be the only other person in the room, glanced up at you over the edge of the book he had been reading. He rose an eyebrow in your direction but before he could question you, you slid back behind the nearby couch. 

Crouching down, you peered around the edge of furniture toward the doorway. A few seconds passed before you saw Raven’s figure appear. With wide eyes, you lurched back happening you hadn’t been seen.

“Where is she?” Raven remarked, her tone thick with determination. You bit your lip, hoping she didn’t suspect that you were hidden behind one of the various couches. Who’s to say she even really saw you come in here anywa-

“She’s hiding behind the sofa,” Bellamy answered plainly, jutting his head toward the sofa you were crouched behind. You gasped aloud as you jumped to your feet.

“You rat! You sold me out!” You spat in his direction as Raven gave you a triumphant smirk. “Fine, fine! You win! Go be a sore winner elsewhere,” you grumbled as Raven just shrugged and quickly left the common room. “I cannot believe you!”

“What did I do?” Bellamy asked, a smile of feigned innocence on his face.

You shot daggers at him as you collapsed down onto the nearby couch with a loud huff of annoyance. “You’re seriously like a man-child.”

“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion,” Bellamy responded, his eyes back on the book he was reading without so much as one last glance. You scowled in his direction as you kicked your legs out, the heels of your boots digging into the floor. “What did Raven win?”

“We have a sort of competition weekly, or so,” you explained as you got to your feet and began to wander around the room. “One of us hides and if the other can’t find them in three or so minutes, the hider wins. If they do, the seeker wins.”

Bellamy was now leant forward, his hands clasped together as his elbows rest on his knees. He looked over at you with mild intrigue. “So...what did Raven win?” He repeated.

“I have to do her weekly chores,” you sighed just as your eyes found the bottle of vodka. It was half full and to be completely fair, it wasn’t really vodka but everyone called it that because it was alcohol one way or another. “That means she has to hide next week of course.”

You grasped the vodka in your hands just as you heard the footsteps behind you. You jumped and spun around, instinctively clutching the vodka desparately behind you.

Bellamy stood a few inches in front of you, a look of suspicion on his face. “Show me what’s behind your back.” You gave an unwavering stare but you knew that he’d spin you around if he had to. You reluctantly revealed the vodka bottle. “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

“Time is a construct!” You fired back as he placed the drink back onto the shelf. “And six? Really?” Your look of utter disbelief cause Bellamy to give you a curious look.

“Have you even slept?”

“Sleep is also a construct,” You retorted as you began to stalk back towards the couch. You fell down into the seat that was once Bellamy’s, grabbing his discarded book.

“If you can’t sleep...” he began, prompting you to glance over at him, “we could have sex?” That mere question was quickly met with the sound of the book thumping against his chest as you had thrown it across the room. “Oh come on! It was a joke, baby. I swear.”

“Baby?” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest as Bellamy soon took the seat beside you. “Since when?” You cast a glance Bellamy’s way. Though you did enjoy such an affectionate term coming from him, you didn’t know what prompted it.

“Since we made out two weeks ago.”

Your eyes widened as you tried to recall the certainly not sober makeout between the both of you. “How drunk was I?” You asked aloud, resting your face in your hands in what one could only describe as shame.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” Bellamy exclaimed quickly, with the lightest of laughter. You stared at him with your mouth agape before promptly hitting him across the arm. “Hey! I was messing around, really.”

The innocent smile Bell gave you made you groan in defeat. “Stop being so cute!” You hissed at him as you scrunched your nose up. You jumped to your feet, attempting to scurry away.

“Cute?”

“Oh please, don’t act so surprised,” you remarked, spinning on your heels to meet his smug face. “You know I think you’re attractive—everyone thinks you are. I’m surprised you haven’t asked me out.”

Where you got the sudden strike of confidence, you’re clueless but if it got you a date then you didn’t care. “You free tomorrow, after you sleep, of course?”

“For a date? Or a drunken makeout?”

“Whichever,” Bellamy responded, the smug grin still plastered on his face.

“Date. Tomorrow. Yes.” You gave Bellamy a soft smile before turning on your heels and heading out of the common room, perhaps a little too eager to see what such a date would offer.

But not before Bellamy shouted out, “I’m not wearing a tie!”

Wormholes and Spacetime

Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader

Warning: Science, lowkey angst?

Summary: Alone in the lab, Y/N Stark is having trouble sleeping. Per usual. But a certain patriotic fellow can’t help but intervene.

Requested by anonymous

Prompts: 

31. “I haven’t slept in ages.”

94. “I had a bad dream again.”

what better day to post this tHEN FOURTH OF JULY. HAPPY BIRTHDAY OLD MAN.

It was late. You didn’t know how late but you were sat in your father’s lab, hunched over the workbench, your mind perhaps too fogged to think clearly.

You were attempting to work on an invention but science was far from ready for it which made things just a tad too complicated. With a sigh, you got to your feet and grabbed a marker off of the table.

You began to scribble on the clear board, trying to calculate the science you needed. But Rome wasn’t built in a day and this equation certainly wouldn’t be solved quickly enough for your liking. “That’s a lot of numbers.”

You jumped at the unexpected voice, the marker almost slipping from your grip. You spun around, surprised to see the familiar face of Steve in the doorway. “Steve?” you questioned, furrowing your eyebrows. “What are you doing up?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he responded, adjusting his crossed arms as he leaned against the doorframe. 

You let out an amused chortle, turning back to the board. “I haven’t slept in ages,” you confessed, your tone perhaps a little too bitter. You were tired, you wanted to sleep. But you were beyond tired at the same time and sleep just wasn’t an option. “Why are you awake?” 

“Do you know what time it is?” Steve asked, stepping further into the room. You could feel him a few steps behind him as your face scrunched up in confusion. You reached over, clicking it on. 

“It’s almost five in the morning,” you muttered with a tired sigh. You shook off the time and turned back toward the board. “I assume you’re going to go for a run or some other...manly thing.” 

Steve let out a light chuckle, letting his lips pull into a small smile. “Sounds about right. What about you? What are you working on?” 

“Wormholes,” you answered sharply, setting down the black marker and picking up a red one. You took off the cap, it now sitting between your lips as you added onto the equation. “More precisely, I want to make portals.”

“Portals?” Steve questioned, tilting his head slightly. He seemed genuinely interested so of course, you were going to continue. 

“Wormholes are scientifically the only real way to...portal. I guess, basically, if I wanted to create a portal right here,” you paused, gesturing to the floor at your feet. “to go right there,” you pointed towards the wall a few feet away. “I’d need a wormhole to do it. Wormholes literally bend spacetime so that way this floor and that wall are back to back, making passing through the portal possible.” 

“Am I correct to assume that’s where you’re having an issue?” 

You let out a loud huff. “Yes! It’s exceptionally hard to just create a wormhole. It involves black holes and negative mass—because wormholes want to close almost instantly—and they’re so widely unstable because of the pressure and the atoms. Plus for all the negative mass being created, there has to be positive mass! Where’s that coming from? Where’s it coming from, Steve?” 

Steve quirked an eyebrow, the slightest amused smile on his face. “Is this what’s keeping you up?” You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t, but wormholes weren’t the whole story. You averted your gaze, turning back towards the board. “Y/N?” 

“I had a bad dream again,” you revealed finally, not daring to look at Steve. You could already imagine the sympathetic and sorrowful look he’d have and you couldn’t be bothered.

He was silent for a moment, which you expected. “What about?” 

“My dad,” you responded, deciding to just tell him. You knew talking supposedly helped. You didn’t quite buy into it but you figured you had nothing to really lose. “I know he enjoys being Iron Man and all, but hell. I’m worried, you know? He’s a hero, yeah, but he’s my dad. He gets hurt, Steve. I’ve seen him sometimes...it’s bad. I just...I just don’t think I ever want to lose him.” 

“Why the wormholes?” 

“Do you know how useful they’d be in a fight?” you gasped, turning to him. “I wanted to somehow make a mechanism like a blaster or sorts that could concentrate all of that energy and shoot portals. Like a portal gun, I guess. I mean, appearing behind the enemy in a fight. Talk about the upper hand.” 

“You wanna use it,” Steve realized, looking over your anxious figure. “You wanna be able to fight with us.”

“I wanna be able to protect my dad,” you corrected, countered even. “I just,” you sighed. “it’d make me feel better. But wormholes are so difficult! How am I just supposed to bend spacetime?!” 

“Y/N,” Steve began, offering you a small smile. “your father’s one of the toughest men I’ve ever met. It’ll be a long time before you ever lose him. I can promise you that.” 

You enjoyed hearing such a reassurance. You’d told yourself that many times but hearing someone else say it sure felt better. It surely felt more comforting than your own overwrought voice. 

“He’d say the same thing,” you told him. “I guess I should probably give up the wormholes for awhile. Besides, it’d be far easier to construct a laser rifle or something of the sort. That’s just polished light crystals that focus a concentrated light beam. Far easier to produce, no recoil, and no universal lawbreaking.” 

“Maybe you should do that another time,” Steve offered, causing you to quirk an eyebrow. “It is five...in the morning.” You chuckled softly, recalling the minimal sleep you’ve gotten. “You can try again later.” 

“Will you be here to question my science?” you asked, only partially joking. You did enjoy having Steve in the lab, intently listening to your every word with real interest. Maybe he wasn’t a scientist himself but he did enjoy it all nonetheless.

“If you ask nicely,” he mused, shooting you a smile. You smiled in return, setting your markers aside and grabbing your phone. 

“Night Steve,” you hummed, turning to leave. Then in a swift movement, you spin on your heels and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. You were appreciative of him talking to you and you weren’t one to not say thanks. With that, you began out the door.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

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