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Haven’t Forgotten My Way Home (12) - [CONVERTED]

Pairing: Kara Zor-El x Female!Reader

Summary: In  the D/s society of National City, men and women abandoned by their   Dom/mes or otherwise deemed unfit for life “outside” end up at the Mount   Overland House for Orphaned Submissives. It is here that Kara Zor-El   finds Y/N Hastings, broken and fearful from mistreatment at the hands of   her former Dom. Can Kara coax Y/N back into the world that once so   terrified her, and show her the true meaning of care and submission?

Warnings: Domestic Violence (Flashbacks, Mentions and Descriptions), Misogyny, Domination/Submission.

The first thing a body will require, when it has been worn to its breaking point and is on its way back, is sleep. It was one of the things that Y/N was only just starting to realize: how tired she really was. So many years of her day starting at exactly 4 a.m. had taken its toll, and so when she glanced at the clock and saw that it was only 8 a.m, she thought “Meh,” and promptly rolled over and went back to sleep.

She’d washed the sheets and they were really soft now, and the pillows under her head were nice, if not as perfect as the ones at Miss Kara’s. So no, there really wasn’t any reason for her to get up. Not just yet. Two hours later she was awakened with a start by the ringtone that told her she had a new text message. She tried to blink the sleep out of her eyes, and read Kara’s 6 words through a bleary haze.

Good luck with physical therapy today. :)

Y/N furrowed her brow and sat up, her drowsiness erased by a small feeling of panic that began to rise up within her. Quickly her fingers dashed off the response and hit send.

You’re not coming?

She waited as long as she could for a response, sitting up in bed and staring at the phone for an hour, before she finally told herself that if she didn’t get moving, she’d be late. But it was another twenty minutes before she could actually force herself out of bed and move to her closet to pick out the day’s outfit.

It was strange, having options to choose from, rather than just a pair of underwear thrown haphazardly over a chair… or over her, depending on what position morning would find her in. Then there were the days when clothes weren’t allowed at all… which was hardest in the winter months. But now she could decide, would it be the blue dress with the cardigan, or the pink sweater and a pair of comfy blue jeans? Since she was going to therapy… she reached in and plucked out the jeans and the sweater.

Y/N was surprised to notice that she was smiling. It seemed stupid to smile over something like choosing your own clothes.

But she smiled anyway.

There seemed to be so many things for her to decide now… breakfast was the simplest. Cereal, she thought, rummaging through Nia’s cabinets to find what she wanted. Nia had already left for the House, Y/N assumed, and it was nice, just to sit on the couch with her legs sprawled out, relaxed against the pillows as she waited for the Lucky Charms sugar rush to take hold. She giggled, for a split second feeling like a fifteen year old again, before… before everything changed.

The walk to the House was short, but not short enough that Y/N felt comfortable actually walking it. Luckily there was a concrete pathway from Nia’s front door to the back door of the House, and Y/N’s chair was already sitting outside, with no steps for her to navigate to it. She sat in the chair but didn’t move at first; instead, Y/N simply just sat.

It was a pleasant morning, not too cold and not yet too hot; the birds were still singing and flying here and there, their wings bright flashes against the mid-morning sky. Y/N found herself wondering about them, if they were bringing food to their children or perhaps to their “husband” or “wife”; she watched them eagerly, taking in their every movement and listening to their casual back and forth song. She wondered what it would be like, to be one of those birds: free to go wherever, whenever, but every time returning to the same place. And not because they had to, but because they wanted to. The birds were bound by choice, not by birth or decree, and for a moment, Y/N envied them.

She thought about Miss Kara, then, resting the cell phone on her lap as she slowly wheeled herself towards the House, taking her time so she wouldn’t miss a minute of everything around her outside: the grass on either side of her; the trees that shaded her with their branches, the apples they dropped as food for the insects, the squirrels, the rabbits. What would it be like, she asked herself, to be free forever? To never have to answer to another person? No rules, no chance to break them. No punishment, no pain.

No Miss Kara.

It caused Y/N to stop where she sat, halfway between “home” and the House.

Maybe she could handle the pain, if it came from Miss Kara.

She began to wheel herself towards the House again, even as her hands trembled so hard she could barely hold on. It wouldn’t be so bad, she thought. Kara had been sweet to her so far, but she hadn’t claimed Y/N. But if she did, and if- if she got angry when Y/N displeased her, Y/N could… she could handle it. What would she do, what rule would she break? Maybe there was a certain way Miss Kara liked her clothes folded. She’d wake up in the morning and there would be a crease in her shirt that wasn’t there before. She’d look at Y/N, disappointment in beautifully deep brown eyes. And Y/N would know she’d failed her.

Then… the pain.

Y/N had gotten fairly good at taking herself beyond the pain; she could do that again with Miss Kara, no matter what the other woman would choose to do to her. Or with what. Whips, belts, they were all the same. Y/N could put herself in that space where everything went fuzzy, where the sounds were muted and the blows seemed to be nothing. Her mother had told her, once, about that space; she’d described it as a kind of Heaven, a feeling of being completely in the moment and yet not, as if the only two people who existed in the world were Dominant and submissive. Where thoughts became tangled as if by rope, and where no words could break through except the ones spoken from trust, from love, from hope.

Y/N had decided about her second year with James that her mother was prone to flights of fancy, or was just outright insane. No, her space… her space was curled inside herself, blocking out words and trying to tighten her skin to provide the least amount of canvas possible. Then she’d be ripped out of that space brutally, in seconds after he’d grown tired of her, with just a few words.

“Get your ass up and fix dinner, I’m hungry.”

She tried to imagine Kara saying those words. Tried to picture the petite brunette with the gentle face twisting into bitterness and hate, as Y/N got up from the floor and hobbled to the kitchen. With a blink Y/N realized that she wasn’t in a kitchen, or on a floor; instead she was in front of the door to the House.

She could do it, she thought as she pressed the code Nia had given to her onto the keypad, and the door released with a click.

For Miss Kara, she could do it.

Her phone vibrated in her lap while she made her way down the hall to the PT room, and Y/N paused to pick it up, smiling at the message. She sent her answer, and then hesitated in front of the door, feeling hopeful. Leaning over and pushing it open, she blinked, then felt the wave of disappointment rush over her like the water from the time Miss Kara had given her a bath.

“Here she is!” Nia said with a grin. She nudged Brainy, who smiled politely at Y/N. “Told you she’d make it.”

“That you did,” Brainy said. He’d gotten everything ready for Y/N, she could see everything laid out as he stood there in his black tee-shirt and jeans, still smiling at her with nothing but calm and pleasantry on his face. “You ready?”

“Red,” Y/N suddenly mumbled, feeling herself begin to panic.

Nia tilted her head at her, her eyes looking concerned. “Y/N?”

“Red,” Y/N said a little louder. “I-I can’t do this, I’m sorry, Nia, I’m sorry, B-Brainy, I have to go, I have to…”

In seconds she was back out the door, wheeling down the hall towards freedom as fast as she could go. She couldn’t do this, not without… she just couldn’t.

“Y/N, wait!”

It didn’t take long, because of her ability to walk and her long strides, for Nia to overtake her and plant herself in Y/N’s path. “Hey, what’s going on, kid?”

Y/N shook her head. “I just don’t want to,” she tried. “I don’t… feel well?”

“Yeah?” Nia said, sounding sympathetic. She squatted down, though she wasn’t kneeling, so that she could look into Y/N’s eyes. “I bet I can guess why all of a sudden you don’t feel well.”

Y/N didn’t say anything; she pursed her lips and looked at the white walls, at the dirty green and white tiles, anywhere but at Nia Nal who was staring at her like she knew her innermost secrets.

“She’s not coming, Y/N.”

“I gathered that,” Y/N bit out, and she sat up, a chill running through her as she realized just how snappy she’d sounded.

What would Miss Kara do if Y/N ever talked to her like that? Probably slap her face, Y/N surmised. Tears rushed to her eyes as she thought of it, but she tightened her hold on the arms of the wheelchair.

She could handle it. For Miss Kara.

Why wasn’t she there?

The sympathetic look hadn’t left Nia’s eyes as she surveyed Y/N in front of her. She was quiet for a moment, and when she spoke, her voice had taken a mournful, almost regretful tone.

“Do you know what was the hardest thing for me to learn?”

Y/N shook her head.

“How to go to the grocery store. Before, when I went, I had a list. Everything she liked, down to the brand and the price and what aisle I would find it. There was nothing on there that I wanted or liked, because she thought I needed nothing but what she gave me.”

“I don’t see what that has to do wi—“

“And so,” Nia interrupted, “The first time I went to the grocery store, I stood there in the doorway, looking at all the aisles, all the food… and I had no idea what I needed. What I wanted. But there was one thing I wanted.”

“What?” Y/N whispered.

“To call her. To call her, to have her tell me what to get, what to do, how to do it. But I couldn’t. I stood there terrified, scared out of my mind that she’d said was feeble without her, and I wanted to believe that I couldn’t do anything without her. But I had to.”

“That’s not the same,” Y/N protested. “This is different.”

Nia shook her head. “It’s not, though. You know she called me, asked me to be here with you.”

“But I don’t want you, I want her.”

“I know that,” Nia laughed in response to Y/N’s horrified expression; there was no trace of hurt or malice in her voice at all. “But you’re standing in the grocery store, Y/N. You’ve got all these choices to make, and ain’t nobody but yourself can choose.”

Nia stood up, ignoring Y/N’s confused look. “I know you don’t like being alone with Brainy and so does Miss Zor-el. That’s why I’m here. But she’s not, and you’re going to be just fine in there without her. You’ll see.”

“I don’t think I can.”

“I know you can. And so does Kara. That’s why she’s not here. Because she knows you can do it without her.”

“But I don’t want to,” Y/N said again, her teeth clenched. Who were Miss Kara and Nia to decide what she could do, and who she should do it with? But then again, to know Miss Kara thought she could do it on her own, that she believed in her so much…

Y/N was nothing short of completely confused.

“Well, yeah, and that’s another choice. Just like you have a choice now. Go in and do your therapy like she believes you can, or we call Miss Kara and tell her you won’t do it unless she’s here.”

Y/N scrunched up her face in disapproval, and let out the answer in an exasperated sigh. “Fine. Let’s go.”

“Welcome back,” Brainy said as Nia wheeled Y/N into the room once again, and she gave him a tight-lipped smile. “Let’s get started, shall we?”

He moved her through her exercises while Y/N concentrated on her breathing, imagining that Miss Kara was next to her head, encouraging her with soft words and a gentle touch on her shoulder. But there were two Miss Karas in her head now, the Kara that was Miss Kara, kind and gentle and… loving. And then there was the other Kara.

Mistress.

Her fingers clenched the edge of the cot as Y/N imagined Mistress, pressing her against the wall and lashing her with anger and resentment on her face. Disappointment. She could hear the voice of Mistress, no longer lyrical and sweet, but harsh and growling as she spoke words that had Y/N’s head hanging even as she lay on the cot.

Bad. Wrong. Stupid. Disgusting. Failure.

She squeezed her eyes shut and recalled that morning in bed, with Miss Kara’s hand held softly, tightly in hers. Warmth. Comfort. Y/N took a shuddering breath and opened her eyes when she realized Brainy had stopped.

“Ready to try walking?”

She hesitated, looking at Nia, who grinned at her. Y/N nodded.

The end of the bars was empty, without Miss Kara standing there waiting for her. There was only Nia, sitting on a stool off to one side, and Brody, on her other side, ready to catch her if she fell. But for a second Y/N felt as if she’d already fallen, because the wall on the other side of her was bare and white, and there was no angel in an argyle sweater waiting with her arms open.

But still the first step came.

It was almost as if an unseen force had moved her foot, and Y/N glanced down at it in surprise. Had she done that? She wondered. Brainy and Nia were grinning at her, Nia’s fist pumping in triumph, and Y/N found herself grinning in return. Their reactions spurred her on; she took another step and it was as if electricity had filled her legs and she couldn’t do anything but move. It was an eternity and mere seconds; there was Kara and emptiness, her hands on the bars and her feet at the edge of the mat…

On the other side.

She barely registered Nia’s yell of triumph, or Brainy clapping his hands for her; all she could think of, all she could do, was go for her phone and send a text.

I did it. I did it.

Five seconds later, the response came.

I knew you could.

Y/N was still riding the high of actually making it through therapy on her own (well, with Nia’s help, a little bit) when she wheeled herself out the back door to the House and was met with a smirking girl leaning up against the brick.

“Hey, little H, heard you did damn good in there.”

Y/N tilted her head. “How’d you… it was only five minutes ago.”

Maggie reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, waggling it at her. “’Y/N went to therapy without Kara! Make sure you say something nice to her about it.’ Kara texts Ma'am, Ma'am texts me… word gets around fast.” She grinned and fell into step alongside her, walking with her towards Nia’s house.

Miss Kara had… bragged on her? That’s what Maggie made it sound like; that she’d texted Alex to tell her how proud she was of her… There was that warm feeling in her chest again, and Y/N blushed and ducked her head, then glanced over at Maggie. “How are you um… feeling?” she asked hesitantly. “You know, since then.” She’d been a little hesitant when Maggie texted her, asking if she could come over, but there was something about her… she’d wanted to check on her, and it might be nice, to have a friend. Still, it felt awkward.

She winced a little, shoving her hands back into the pockets of her jeans and shrugging. “Kind of sore, but it’s just annoying now, not really painful. Ma'am says I don’t need pillows anymore but he lets me sit on ‘em anyway.”

Y/N nodded and fell into silence then as she and Maggie made their way back to Nia’s. When they were almost there, though, she hesitated, causing Maggie to look at her with concern.

“What’s up, little H?”

“Can we stay out here for a little while?” She wasn’t sure she wanted to be alone in a room with Maggie, despite how nice she was being to her. Besides, the sun was warm; as Maggie helped lower her to the grass next to the concrete path, Y/N tilted her face into it and sighed with her eyes closed. “It’s so nice out here,” she whispered. “So peaceful and free. I don’t know if I could ever go back.”

“You talking about going back inside or going… back-back?”

Was she that obvious? Y/N shrugged. “Both?”

Maggie sat next to her with her feet flat on the ground, forearms resting on her knees. “Yeah, I can see that.” Then she was quiet, as she and Y/N listened to the birdcalls, the wind rustling through the apple trees. Finally, she said, “But you know, it’s not really going back. Kind of like, going to something different. Something better.”

Y/N smiled wryly. She’d thought that, at first, and even though she was pretty sure that what she’d said the day she’d left hadn’t changed, that she still wanted to be with Miss Kara, she wasn’t sure just how different it would be.

“I guess so; I mean Alex’s nice even when she beats you.”

“Hey,” Maggie said, a flash of anger crossing over her face before she quickly schooled it behind impassivity. “That’s not all Ma'am does.”

“I-I didn’t mean that,” Y/N said hastily, feeling ashamed of herself. “I-I know she punishes you in different ways, not just by hitting you. I mean, I-I guess she gives you corner time or lines or-or something that’s not hitting, I mean even though she’s harsh she’s—“

“Whoa, whoa,” Maggie held up her hands to stop Y/N’s rambling. “Little H, I don’t know what’s going on but Ma'am doesn’t just punish me, you know.”

“She doesn’t?”

Maggie raised an eyebrow at her. “Uh, no… I mean we have some fucking good sex, that’s for sure.” She laughed as Y/N gasped a little and blushed. She nudged her with her shoulder and winked before she asked a question that made Y/N’s blood run cold.

“Did he ever tell you you’re good?”

She didn’t answer, and Maggie nodded. She ran a hand over her head and down her ponytail, her face looking like she was thinking hard – and that it hurt her to do. “Ma'am tells me I’m good all the time. Even after she punished me the other night.”

“Wait, she told you that you’re good after a punishment?”

“Well, yeah? ‘cause she thinks I am. I mean I fuck up, like, real bad sometimes and I know it upsets him. But she’s never, ever told me I’m bad. She actually kinda gets pissed when I say I am.”

“Do you… do you think I’m bad?” Y/N asked softly. She could hear Sir’s words echoing in her head, and she tried to push them away.

“Does it matter what I think?” Maggie asked. She laid back on the grass with her hands behind his head and stared up at the sky. “I mean I don’t give a rat’s ass what other people think of me, all I care about is what Ma'am sees.” She glanced up at Y/N. “Kind of funny that no matter what I’ve done to screw up before, or what I’ll screw up today or tomorrow or the next day, she’ll still look at me like I’m the best thing since K9s. Well, next best thing.”

She felt jealous of her, then, watching the dreamy smile that was on her face, the pride in her eyes as she spoke about Alex. She tried to remember if she’d ever talked about James that way, and then she smiled a little when she remembered her words to Maggie the night she’d panicked.

“She’s the best.” Words about Miss Kara.

And Miss Kara had sent a text to Alex. Proud of her. And it didn’t matter that Brainy probably thought she was a little melodramatic and crazy, or that Nia probably got annoyed at having to coax her into the PT room. All that mattered was that Miss Kara was proud of her. Which is why she couldn’t bear it if Miss Kara was ever angry at her.

“But what… what does she do when she’s not punishing you?”

Now the look on Maggie’s face told Y/N that she couldn’t believe she’d just asked that, and she felt her cheeks go hot with embarrassment. She looked down at her hands, twisted in her lap.

“Well there’s the really good sex,” Maggie said, snorting when Y/N squeaked yet again. “But there’s other stuff too, I mean we cook together and go to the movies. We went to the theater with Kara a couple of times, she loves that stuff.”

Theater. She loves that stuff. The numbers in her phone. Y/N’s eyes widened. Would Miss Kara maybe… like to go to the theater with her? There’d be a lot of people and she wouldn’t really know what to do; but she could do it, for Miss Kara…

“And a lot of times if I have a good day or week or I’ve done something like really cool, Ma'am lets me choose what we do. Or she surprises me with something she knows I’ll like.”

“She surprises you?”

“Yeah, Ma'am says rewards are just as important as correction.”

“Rewards,” Y/N echoed, lips turned downward as she contemplated.

“Didn’t get a lot of those, huh?”

She shrugged. “She said that discipline was the only thing I needed.”

Maggie shook her head and sat up. “Dick. Good thing Kara’s different.” When Y/N didn’t answer, Maggie reached out and gently touched Y/N’s knee, drawing back when she flinched slightly. “Yeah, sorry about that. But you know… you know Kara’s different, right?”

Y/N shrugged again.

She stood up and brushed off her jeans, extending her hand to Y/N and helping her back into the chair. “I gotta get back home, tonight’s spaghetti night and if I don’t make Ma'am’s garlic bread she gets pouty. Sometimes I wonder which one of us is the brat. Don’t tell her I said that.”

Y/N laughed and let Maggie push her wheelchair to the door of Nia’s house. She stopped then, turning to her.

“You know, I think the fact that you’re here, that Kara hasn’t taken you… I think that should tell you how different she is. She cares about you. I know it’s hard for you to trust her, but… look at me, dude. I was a dealer. I should’ve had no chance. But look who I got now.”

Y/N smiled a little. “So think you can find me somebody to love?”

“Nah,” Maggie said with a wink. “I think you’re doing that pretty well on your own. See ya, little H.”

She replayed her conversation with Maggie in her head over and over for nearly an hour; she fixed herself something for dinner and sat on the couch idly flipping through the channels before she finally turned the television off and tossed the remote onto the cushions.

Trust her, she’d said. I think you’re doing that pretty well on your own.

She looked at the phone, resting next to the remote. Things could be different. Things were different. She’d walked on her own, without Miss Kara.

But she still wanted her.

Y/N picked up the phone.

Would you like to see me tomorrow?

The sound of ringing made her jump minutes later, and Y/N hurried to press the answer button.

“H-hello?”

The voice was sweet, pleased, and happy.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Miss Kara said.

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Haven’t Forgotten My Way Home (11)- [CONVERTED]

Pairing: Kara Zor-El x Female!Reader

Summary: In the D/s society of National City, men and women abandoned by their   Dom/mes or otherwise deemed unfit for life “outside” end up at the Mount  Overland House for Orphaned Submissives. It is here that Kara Zor-El   finds Y/N Hastings, broken and fearful from mistreatment at the hands of  her former Dom. Can Kara coax Y/N back into the world that once so   terrified her, and show her the true meaning of care and submission?

Warnings: Domestic Violence (Flashbacks, Mentions and Descriptions), Misogyny, Domination/Submission.

A/N: Do y’all still want this story? lmao lemme know

Kara raised her hand, poised to knock, but before her fist had even struck the door, it swung open, inward. She took a step back.

The woman in the doorway wasn’t exceptionally tall, though by seventeen-year-old Kara Zor-el’s standards, anyone was tall if they were over five foot. And it wasn’t so much her height, but the way she held that height, looking almost regal as she studied Kara with one hand holding the door.

“Kara, is it?”

Her voice wasn’t at all what Kara expected, and it was a hobby of hers to study voices. She knew that not every voice was as superb and talented as hers, but a Dominant ought to have, well, a dominant voice. This woman’s voice wasn’t thin, but it wasn’t rich either. Nasally, but with a strength and command that Kara couldn’t help but shiver as she nodded.

Wait, no. Nodding wasn’t good. She cleared her throat.

“Y-yes, Ma’am.”

There was no question in Kara’s mind who this woman was, and the respect that she was to be given.

She smirked. “Very good. Come with me.”

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Haven’t Forgotten My Way Home [4] - (CONVERTED)

Pairing: Kara Zor-El x Female!Reader

Summary: In the D/s society of National City, men and women abandoned by their Dom/mes or otherwise deemed unfit for life “outside” end up at the Mount Overland House for Orphaned Submissives. It is here that Kara Zor-El finds Y/N Hastings, broken and fearful from mistreatment at the hands of her former Dom. Can Kara coax Y/N back into the world that once so terrified her, and show her the true meaning of care and submission?

Warnings: Domestic Violence (Flashbacks, Mentions and Descriptions), Misogyny, Domination/Submission.

A/N: This is really one of my favorite stories. I’ve it so many different times in so many different fandoms and wanted to put it in another one! In this, Kara and Alex are not sisters, Kara isn’t an alien which means she isn’t supergirl. Just wanna give another note that this story is NOT mine. I did not come with the plot, I just switched out the names of characters and places, that is all. Credit goes to itsfaberrytaboo on Ao3!

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Sometimes, there’s advance warning. A scratchy feeling in the throat, waking up sniffling because your nose isn’t quite clear. An achy feeling in the muscles, an unsettling of the stomach. But sometimes, there is no warning at all. Sometimes, you wake up at 2 the morning before you’re supposed to visit an important person at Mount Overland House, and you barely make it to the bathroom. And for Kara Zor-El, the flu lasted a week. One long, miserable week of barely being able to keep anything down, being near dehydration. She was hardly able to make it up even to feed Arnie, and if it hadn’t been for Alex and Maggie coming in to check on her every day, she was thoroughly convinced she would die alone and the authorities would find her tragically gorgeous corpse on the floor. “You’re so melodramatic,” Alex had rolled her eyes that first day, seizing up her cell phone and switching it off, tossing it into a drawer underneath her coffee table. “It would make a good obituary,” Kara had croaked, rolling over on her side on the couch, clutching her stomach. “Beautiful, Talented Woman Struck Down Before Her Prime; Thousands Mourn.”

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Haven’t Forgotten My Way Home [2] - (CONVERTED)

Pairing: Kara Zor-El x Female!Reader

Summary: In the D/s society of National City, men and women abandoned by their Dom/mes or otherwise deemed unfit for life “outside” end up at the Mount Overland House for Orphaned Submissives. It is here that Kara Zor-El finds Y/N Hastings, broken and fearful from mistreatment at the hands of her former Dom. Can Kara coax Y/N back into the world that once so terrified her, and show her the true meaning of care and submission?

Warnings: Domestic Violence (Flashbacks, Mentions and Descriptions), Misogyny, Domination/Submission.

A/N: This is really one of my favorite stories. I’ve it so many different times in so many different fandoms and wanted to put it in another one! In this, Kara and Alex are not sisters, Kara isn’t an alien which means she isn’t supergirl. Just wanna give another note that this story is NOT mine. I did not come with the plot, I just switched out the names of characters and places, that is all. Credit goes to itsfaberrytaboo on Ao3!

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“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

That was the first thing Alex had said to Kara, upon learning her intentions to go back to Mount Overland House. She’d rolled her eyes, but Alex stopped her with a hand on her wrist. That had made Kara pull back and quirk an eyebrow at Alex, but she’d merely grinned. She was lucky they were friends. She knew Alex was a stronger Dom; she also knew they would never have made a good match. Though Kara had toyed with the idea of switching, it wasn’t in her nature. Alex was really her equal, but with more experience and, usually, a more level head on her shoulders. When she wasn’t thinking with the other one, every time her sub Maggie came into the room. The young woman sat the tea service down on the coffee table, and then took her place on her knees at Alex’s feet.

“Good girl,” Alex praised, and Kara smiled. They’d been together for about as much time as Y/N had been with her Dominant, but the relationship couldn’t be more different. Alex was strong, a veritable rock for her girl, and though Maggie could be a brat and according to her Dominant spent more time than necessary over her lap, Kara knew she’d move heaven and earth to please Alex.

“I didn’t really ask for an opinion; I asked if there was anything that could get me in trouble by seeing her again.” Catching the minute scowl on Maggie’s face, Kara laughed. “Easy, Maggie. I’m not yelling at Alex, I promise.”

Alex clapped her hand on the top of Maggie’s head and wiggled it, playfully jerking the girl’s head around. “What do you think, Maggie?” she asked. “If you were at Overland House and someone took an interest in you, how would you react?”

Maggie considered this, finally looking up at Alex, then at Kara. “I wouldn’t want to be there, Ma'am,” she replied. “But if the person were you, or you, Ma’am,” she added, glancing back at Kara, “I think I would be okay. I think I’d realize that you weren’t there to hurt me.”

“See?” Kara said. “Maggie’s a smart girl, she gets it.”

“She also knows us,” Alex pointed out. “Y/N Hastings has no idea what or who you are. She doesn’t know what your angle is. For all she knows, you could be just like James Ols-“ Hearing Kara’s growl of indignation, Alex held up her hand.

“For all she knows,” she repeated gently, “You could be just like James Olsen. And she’s not talking, Kara. What do you think you’re going to do, go in there and dominate her into speech?”

“Of course not.”

Alex rested the ankle of her right foot on the knee of her left, her blue jeans tightening with the gesture, and ran a hand through her strands of dark brown waves. “We don’t know if the damage done to her is permanent, Kar. But we know that if everyone that comes into contact with her isn’t extremely careful, they could make the damage permanent. You want her to talk again, fine. You want her to walk again, even better. You want her to be whole? You do it on her time, not yours.”

“Alex, I didn’t come here for a lecture on-“

“Whose needs come first?”

Kara rolled her eyes so hard this time, it hurt. It was just like being back at National Academy. But she answered anyway, since Alex was watching her intently.

“The submissive’s,” she answered, and she meant it. She’d known far too many Dominants who had their own best interests at heart and never once thought about the feelings of the person they had under their control. Clearly James Olsen had been one of them. “Everything we do, every action we take, should be for the safety and well-being of the person we’re charged with. They’re gifts, not playthings to be used at our leisure and then tossed aside when we think they’ve outgrown their usefulness.”

Alex blinked, surprised. “Wow.”

Kara grinned. “Why so shocked, Danvers?”

She shrugged, saying, “It’s not often you find a Dominant so willing to talk about the submissive’s feelings. They sure do love talking about their own, though.”

“Alex. Is there anything that can get me in trouble, seeing her again?”

“No,” she said, sighing heavily and shaking her head. “There’s nothing in the standard operating procedures or in the laws that prohibit seeing her. But if you even think of making a claim on her, you’d better make sure all your t’s are crossed and all your i’s are dotted, because if not, it could get ugly. For her especially. She doesn’t deserve being used twice.”

 She doesn’t deserve being used twice.

It echoed in the back of her mind as Kara made her way once more up the drive to Mount Overland House, again parking in the lot to the right of the brick building.

If there was one thing she’d refuse to let herself do, Kara thought, it was use Y/N Hastings.

“Well?” she said to Director Nal upon entering the house.

The director shook her head. “No change,” she said.

Kara sighed, the disappointment bitter, although she hadn’t really expected anything else. She glanced over at Y/N and noticed that her hair seemed wet. She tilted her head, and then looked at the director in confusion.

“She has to have a bath,” the director explained, a note of panic creeping into her voice. “She won’t bathe herself, so one of the orderlies… she’s very gentle and-“

“You’ve been forcing her to bathe?!” Kara fairly shrieked. “She’s been brought here because a man abused her and what, you’re holding her down to wash her? What are you thinking?”

The common room had grown silent, then, and Kara noticed that Y/N’s hands were no longer both in her lap. One was clutching at the arm to her chair. The realization slid like ice over her, and Kara closed her eyes briefly.

She’d scared her.

Taking a deep breath, she reopened her eyes and focused on Director Nal. “It was just an oversight that you failed to tell me about her bathing routine, correct?”

The director nodded.

“And it won’t happen again, will it?”

Nia Nal shook her head. “No, Ma’am. And she doesn’t force her, anyway. My employees don’t do that. It’s not like Y/N struggles. She doesn’t do anything, she just sits there.”

“Who has been bathing her?”

“Ruby Arias. She’s our recreational dance instructor but I asked her if she wouldn’t mind helping. I didn’t feel right allowing one of the men to bathe her.”

“Is she a Dominant?”

“… no. We’re very short staffed, Ma’am, but I wouldn’t do that to Miss Hastings.”

Kara took a deep breath and nodded. “Good. Just… don’t force her, all right? If she doesn’t want to, she doesn’t have to.”

With that, Kara left the director and moved towards Y/N, who was still clutching the arm of her wheelchair, though her face was impassive. Kara moved slowly, cautiously, dropping down onto the bench next to the young woman.

“Hello there,” she said, gentling her voice. It pained her to see Y/N white-knuckling the chair; she could only imagine what was going through her mind.

“I’m sorry that you heard me raising my voice back there. I was upset about something, but that’s no excuse, and again, I apologize. It will not happen again, I can promise you that.”

There was no response, and Kara nodded, pursing her lips. She settled against the wall behind her, and suddenly kicked off her shoes. “Ah, much better,” she said, wiggling her toes. “Sometimes things get far too tense and I just need to relax; do you ever feel that way, Y/N?”

Again the young woman didn’t answer. But that was fine, Kara thought. She’d finished all of her reports for the day, and if she needed to, well, she’d just sit there.

“I heard that someone has been helping you bathe,” Kara said quietly. “That’s good, I’m glad that you have someone. But know that if you don’t want to, you don’t have to. No one here is going to force you to do anything.”

Her eyes were still glassy, still hard, still staring at nothing. But it seemed as if her hand relaxed, as if Y/N deflated in the chair, ever so slightly. But maybe Kara was just hoping for too much, and imagining things.

“Have you been eating enough?” Kara asked. “I told the director to make sure that you had plenty of choices; I know that sometimes the food in places like this can be… mediocre at best. Do you like to cook? I do.” She knew that she was probably babbling now; Kara tended to ramble when she was nervous, though she didn’t get nervous often. It was a lie that Dominants never got nervous, but Kara had spent enough time on the stage at National Academy for choir that she had gotten really good at not being nervous, or at least really good at hiding it.

“I cook all the time, so I have a really big kitchen in my house. It’s probably the biggest room, even bigger than my living room or bedroom. It’s good for when I want to entertain, which I don’t… really do at all.” Kara laughed a little bit at herself, wondering what Y/N must think of her. “When you get better, you should do some cooking for yourself. I bet you’d like it, and it’ll help your strength, like the apple slices.”

Kara fell silent then, thinking about her little house on the outskirts of National City. It wasn’t actually all that little; government employment might be stressful and rote, but it paid well. Both she and Alex were set up in nice houses in even nicer neighborhoods. The houses, though in suburbs or cul de sacs, were usually situated a reasonable distance away from each other, so no one would be disturbed by any sounds or sights coming from the home. This had its advantages, and disadvantages. Advantages because it allowed the Dominant freedom to tailor his or her life, and the life of their submissive, in the way that they saw fit, without fear of too much outside intrusion. But it was also a disadvantage because, besides the monthly mandated home inspections and welfare checks on its tenants, it was also far too easy to disguise things that were actually going on. She suspected this was why no one had ever thought to intervene on Y/N Hastings'behalf. It was unreal to Kara that the girl’s situation had gone on for years, but she found herself asking if she’d been assigned to do the checks, would she have even noticed?

It pained her to admit that no, she probably wouldn’t have.

She leaned her head against the wall and tried to relax, tried not to think about Y/N’s life before she came to Mount Overland. This was the only real dangerous part of the job, Kara knew, the part that Alex had warned her about as she’d left her house after tea.

“You can’t get too involved, Kar,” she’d said.

“I feel like I already am.”

“Do you really want to help her?” Alex asked.

Kara huffed and put her hands on her hips, but was unable to meet her gaze. “Do you really have to ask that question? Would I even be in this job if I didn’t want to help?”

“Do you really want to help her, or are you just lonely?”

That had hurt. Alex was well aware that Kara was feeling the pressure of being twenty two years old and not having found her soul mate yet. There’d been a prospect or two, but none of them had worked out. The ache was always there; Kara had been taught that the ache would always be there, until she found the right person to fill it. It was the way things worked; it was part of who she was. It was why she still wore the bracelet around her right wrist; Dominants weren’t allowed to switch it to their left until they had collared someone. A silver band for her wrist, a silver band for her submissive’s neck. A symbol of their unbreakable (if things went well) bond.

She’d lifted her chin up and looked at Alex. “I can wait,” she declared. “I’ve waited this long for ‘The One.’” Alex grinned, watching the air quotes with amusement twinkling in her eyes.  “I can wait a little longer.”

“I just want to help her,” Kara had added with a sigh. “It’s not fair what was done to her.”

“No, it’s not. But if you help her get better while also getting her hopes up about a relationship with you, and then you decide that’s not what you want… that’s worse,” Alex had warned.

The last thing she wanted to be was worse.

Kara was distracted from her thoughts by the sound of cheering; opening her eyes she saw that one of the residents had apparently won a board game. She was holding her hands up triumphantly while her two opponents either pouted or grudgingly accepted the victory. Director Nal high-fived the woman as she passed by, a smile on her face, and Kara grinned.

“That looks like fun,” she commented to Y/N. “I used to play board games all the time, when I was younger. And I always won, I must say.” Her drive to succeed at National Academy had been well-known among her peers, and it had even garnered her some unwelcome attention. She hadn’t ever really been bullied; the hierarchy of the school and of their society had prevented that, but Kara hadn’t had as many friends as she would have, if she’d toned down her competitive streak. But that, just like being a switch, wasn’t in her nature.

“I’d be willing to learn how to lose, though,” Kara said slowly, a plan formulating in her mind. “If I ever found someone to bea- er, defeat me.” Smooth, Zor-El, real smooth, she berated herself. Excellent choice of words to say to someone like Y/N. Argh. She tried to recover, and leaned ever so slightly towards Y/N.

“Do you think you have what it takes to best Kara Zor-El at-“ She glanced towards the game table. “Checkers?” No response. “How about Monopoly?” Nothing. “I think they have Chutes and Ladders?”

But there was still nothing. Y/N didn’t alter her position, or her stare, or offer any indication that she was even listening to Kara.

Kara sighed. “All right,” she said quietly. “No board games today.” She squared her shoulders then, and looked at Y/N. “But eventually, we’re going to play. So you might want to start practicing pretty soon, Y/N Hastings.”

Kara sat with Y/N for another thirty minutes or so, not really talking about anything. She made a few comments about activities in the room, asked Y/N if she liked the dance classes (or the instructor) that they had. Asked her what foods she liked to eat, what she liked to do in her spare time. Though that one was probably a ridiculous question; Kara imagined that Y/N’s former Dom hadn’t given her much spare time to do anything. Did she like to read? Listen to music? What did she like on television?

“Do you like to draw?”

It wasn’t much, and again Kara wondered if it was just her imagination playing tricks on her, getting her own hopes up that things would change. But Kara could swear, the second she asked that question, she saw a change. A muscle twitch in the jaw line, a brief flash in otherwise dim eyes. Fleeting, and then it was gone as quickly as it had come. But it was there, Kara knew it was. She couldn’t have just imagined it.

A slow smile made its way over her face, and she nodded, half in thought. She glanced at her watch.

“I have to go now,” she said to Y/N. “But I’ll…” She nodded again, making up her mind. “I’ll be back again tomorrow, all right?”

She didn’t know why she expected Y/N to answer, but she was still a little annoyed when she didn’t. Kara took a deep breath and simply offered Y/N a smile, then left her.

“Pencils,” she said, going up to Director Nal.

The woman tilted her head at Kara. “What’s that?”

“Pencils,” Kara said again. “Colored pencils, regular pencils, paint. Paper! She’ll need paper.” She nodded firmly at Nal. “Make sure Y/N is provided with them, as soon as possible.”

“Uh, residents aren’t really allowed pencil and paper, they might contact their old-“

“Do you really think Y/N would try to make contact with the person who hurt her?”

“I tried a couple of times. I’m not sure you know what it can be like…”

Kara turned, and gently placed her hand on Director Nal’s arm. “She won’t try to contact him. If you want, you can supervise her time; just see to it that she gets those things, all right?”

“Do you think you got through to her?”

“I hope so,” Kara said, looking back at the girl sat in her wheelchair in the corner.

“I really, really hope so.”

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A/N: Heeeeeeey my beautiful beans, quick update, I’m still alive, still struggling a bit, but seems like things are getting better, I hope I will get a new computer soon but in the meantime here’s another long overdue request for you my dears. As always, thanks to the dear anon that requested it and let me know what you think!!!!! Also, it seems like I need to catch up with the s4 of the show…Enjoy! 

Lena Luthor x Fem!R w/glasses//Word Count: 1,355

It was barely nine o'clock when you stumbled on the stairs of Kara’s building trying to reach for her door. You grunted annoyed that you had to wear your regular glasses to see where you were stepping. You even had to waste another hour in your house trying to remember where you had left them, tossing around shelves and boxes, until you found them, realizing it was late and then rushing to meet your friends.

But once you reached Kara’s door you sighed relieved, contented with the fact you hadn’t fall all the way down to the main door, and as you knocked a couple times a familiar face opened up.

“Hi.” You said smiling.

“Uh, hi?” Kara responded trying to match your smile, looking confused as who you were until her face really lighted up. “(Y/N)? I didn’t know you wore glasses!”

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