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[CW Supergirl/Buffy the Vampire Slayer] A Short, Strange Trip
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Alexander "Xander" Harris had been through this merry-go-round many times before. Touch a magical artifact, run into some cackling madman, see a hole in reality, and all of a sudden, you're in another universe. Or timeline. Kind of the same thing really.
Thankfully, in most cases, Willow found out his situation and pulled him back before something horrible could rip him limb from limb, or soul piece by soul piece, or meme by meme.
(That had been a very weird Thanksgiving. Though only the third worst.)
Still, as he looked around at his urban surroundings, he felt that the worst thing that could happen here in this far too clean city was getting mugged.
"Stop right there!"
Or so he thought. He looked up as a blue and red-clad blonde with a red cape blowing out behind her descended to the ground, landing in front of him. She scowled suspiciously at him, which did nothing but make her look cuter.
"Woah," he muttered. The Supergirl cosplayer's scowl deepened.
No, wait, she could really fly. So this was probably the real thing.
Which Supergirl it was, Xander didn't know. And divulging her secret identity in public would be a dick move. So instead, he'd do what he did when he ran into a cop:
Play it cool, relaxed, and dumb.
"Hey, Supergirl, how are you?" Xander asked with a friendly smile.
"Don't you dare!" She said angrily. Xander held his hands up.
"Woah woah woah, I'm not doing anything, really!" He said, calm and cool. "I'm just a little lost."
"Not that," the Supergirl stated, wrinkling her nose. Xander cocked an eyebrow.
"Am I loitering?" He asked.
"No! You were… Leering at me," Supergirl stated.
Xander blinked.
"... Leering?" He asked.
There was a blush on her cheeks, and she shook her head to regain her grimace.
"Yeah! I could feel you leering at me! You know how hard it is to do my job with all of you jerks leering at me? All the time?!"
Xander blinked. He blinked again.
"I could have just been looking at you," Xander said.
Supergirl sneered.
"You never just look!" She stated.
And Xander felt a little comic book-shaped light inside of him go out, dead, and silent.
"I'll keep that in mind then," Xander said, turning and heading in the opposite direction of the alley. He saw Supergirl appear in front of him, her fists on her hips in the classic "superhero" pose.
"Aren't you going to apologize?" She demanded. Xander blinked.
"For…?"
"Leering," she stated, her nose wrinkled unpleasantly.
Xander thought about it for a second. Maybe two. He shrugged.
"Nope!"
Her jaw fell. She was silent. He walked past her, a calm, happy smile on his face.
"You-But-You-!"
"Sputtering ain't a good look for a superhero, just a thought," Xander tossed back over his shoulder, as he headed out of the alley. He looked around. Was there a decent coffee shop around?
No, just a Starbucks. Well, beggars can't be choosers.
- - -
As said, this wasn't Xander's first rodeo with other timelines. He had his trusty kit of Paranoia on him, including some psychic paper Willow had given him.
(Even as a super powerful witch, she was still reliably nerdy. Thank God for that.)
A few flashes of the psychic paper later, and Xander Harris had a decent job on a construction site and a cheap apartment to live in until he got to go home.
There was just one small problem…
Xander was taking a break, resting on the open floor of the unfinished skyscraper. He looked out over National City.
(Seriously, the names in this world were typical comic book fare: Middleton, Coast City, Iron City, geez! It had seemed so much more epic when he was a kid.)
The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and he looked over. Floating in the air, her arms crossed under her (admittedly very nice) breasts and "S" shield, was Supergirl. Glaring at him.
"You know, you could just watch me with your X-Ray vision," Xander quipped, "would make it less obvious that you're spying on me."
"I am not spying on you! I am watching you!" Supergirl replied. She was clearly trying to be intimidating but sounding… Kind of whiny.
"Oh?"
"You're from another universe. You could be a spy or a plant for an invasion of evil, patriarchal aliens who want to enslave all women!" Supergirl accused.
Xander stared at her.
"... Has that actually happened before?" He asked.
"No! But it could!" Supergirl said defensively. She leaned in and glared.
"So why don't you just give up and admit your evil plans?"
Xander held her gaze, not flinching. He tilted his head.
"Don't you have anything better to do? Atomic Skull or Livewire?"
"They're both in Stryker's Island, and they're not some misogynistic alien from another universe!" Supergirl retorted.
Xander blinked.
"Do I look like I'm carrying anything dangerous?" He held his arms out.
Supergirl stared intently. Her eyes had a faint blue glow. Usually in the comics that was a means of letting the reader know she was using X-Ray vision. That it was this obvious in this reality was… Weird.
"... No," she said, almost disappointed. "But I'm still watching you!"
"Like what you see, huh?" Xander asked wryly.
She blushed, and glared.
"N-No! No I don't! I-I'm not some perv, like you!"
"Says the woman stalking me. With X-Ray vision."
"I'M NOT STALKING YOU! And there-there's a robbery going on and I'm going! But you just wait! You'll slip up!" Supergirl shot off, flying away across the city.
Xander watched her go, and shook his head in disbelief.
"You know, I really shouldn't mess with her. She could still throw me into orbit."
He hummed. She was still in sight. Did she have super hearing, too?
"Your eyes are very pretty!" He called out.
Supergirl… Seemed to have a fit in mid air, before diving behind the nearest skyscrapers. Xander grinned.
"Oh yeah. This'll be fun."
After all, the Netflix selection in this universe was just as bad as back home…
- - -
Xander returned to his cheap apartment, his senses at their usual level of alertness. Just the usual Latina mothers yelling at their kids, white and black kids arguing, and old people watching TV. Pretty standard.
He unlocked his door, checking the runes of protection he'd carved into the wood. They glowed faintly, indicating someone was inside. He sighed, and picked up his trusty, custom forged hatchet, Aeolus.
Yes he'd named it for the sidekick from "Hercules: The Incredible Journeys". It was his first forged magical weapon, so he got to name it.
"I really don't have anything worth stealing," he called out, keeping the door partially open as he walked into the apartment living room. It didn't have much, just cheap furniture and a TV left behind by the last tenant-Apparently he'd been eaten by mutant slugs or something.
Just like home, really. Maybe that's why he felt comfortable here.
The bedroom door was open. He walked up to it, Aeolus held at the ready. He flung it open, ready to throw the magical tomahawk…
He froze, his eyes bugging out.
There sat Supergirl… In blue and red lingerie. The blue bra even had a Superman "S" shield in the middle between her (very nice) breasts. She'd done up her hair and applied make up. She was smiling.
Okay. Am I dreaming? Xander asked.
"Welcome home, master," she said, leaning forward, "would you like to subjugate me and make me your breeding sow?"
… Nope. Not dreaming. Unfortunately.
Xander sighed.
"What was that?"
Supergirl blinked.
"What?"
"What was that? Was that… Is this an attempt at seduction?" He asked.
"N-No! I mean, yes!" Supergirl tried. Xander stared at her, looking good enough to stop traffic and make men sell their souls for a night with her…
He held up his hand and tilted it up and down in a "so-so" manner.
"Meh. Seen better."
Supergirl's eyes glowed red in rage.
"WHAT?!"
"I mean, where did you even get that line? From a hentai doujin?" Xander scoffed. Supergirl flushed guiltily.
Yup. Got it in one.
He turned away.
"W-Wait, where are you going?!" Supergirl shouted.
"I'm going to watch TV," Xander stated.
"D-Don't you want to slake your lusts with me? Reveal your evil plan?" Supergirl cried.
Xander rolled his eyes as Supergirl floated out of his bedroom. He sat down and turned on the TV. She floated in front of him, scowling.
"You lust after me but you're not going to try anything when I offer?!" She demanded.
"Nope," Xander stated.
"What are you, gay?!"
"If I said yes, would you leave me alone?"
"NO! Because you're not! You're gonna fall for my feminine wiles and you're going to tell me your evil plan!" Supergirl growled.
Xander stared at her in disbelief.
"Okay… You want to know my evil plot?"
"YES!"
"You really want to know?"
"YES!"
Xander leaned in close. He looked her right in the eyes. He made sure his nose was almost up against hers. She blushed at his proximity.
"My evil plan… is to sit here, watch TV, have a beer, and order some decent pizza," he said. He leaned back. "You want some?"
Supergirl fairly screamed, and then flew right out the window, leaving the curtains waving in her wake. Xander watched her go.
"Don't like Hawaiian, huh? Your loss."
- - -
Three days later, as Xander was finishing his breakfast, Willow finally got in contact with him.
A little paper airplane had appeared in his apartment, and struck him in his remaining eye.
After several minutes of creative cursing, he opened up the paper airplane. It said:
Dear Xander, sorry about the eye. Spell of Odin, go figure.
I'll have a portal open for you where you first came through, today at 3 PM. Don't be late, I'm already letting you sleep in!
Love, Willow
Xander smiled. He pumped his fist.
"YES! I'm outta here!"
There was a knock at the door. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. He sighed.
"Come on in!" He said.
The door opened… And a pale, nerdy white guy with glasses and black hair entered. He smiled uneasily.
"Uh, hey… I'm Winn Schott. Sorry about this… Um… You're Xander right?"
Xander nodded slowly.
"Yeah…? Look if this is a robbery-"
"N-No, no! I'm just uh… I'm here to… You've been around Supergirl a lot, right?"
His hopeful expression was painfully familiar. Like an abused puppy trying to get just a morsel of attention.
Yeah, this had Supergirl written all over it.
"Yeah, unfortunately," Xander said. Winn's eyes widened.
"Unfortunately? Why would that be bad? She's the greatest! A heroine! She's saved the world!"
"She's been stalking me," Xander said.
"Stalking you? Sh-She told me you were some invader-Oh crap, please don't kill me!" Winn held his hands up in fear.
Xander resisted the urge to scoff in disgust. This guy… Was all too familiar. He walked to the fridge, and pulled out two beers.
"Sit down, Winn. I think we need to have a chat…"
And so, they sat. And talked. Winn had been over the moon for Supergirl. Completely smitten… And after enough beers…
"And she… She just wants to be friends!" Winn moaned. "I do everything for her! I'm not some asshole!"
"No, no, see, it's not your problem, it's hers," Xander said, shaking his head, "look, Winn: You're a nice guy. But nobody respects nice guys."
"Nobody?"
"No. You want to be a great guy," Xander consoled him, "you want to grow. Be confident. I mean, if women want someone to worship them, they can just get a puppy. But they want a man who is strong, confident, and their equal. Not somebody who just tries to please everyone."
"But… I can't be some musclebound alpha-"
"And you don't have to be," Xander scoffed, "that's just bullshit. You want to be the best version of you. Find a girl who will respect you for you. And love you. All this mooning over Supergirl, doing things for her-It won't make her love you. She'll just pity you. You should stand up for yourself, man. You deserve better."
Winn looked up, trembling.
"You… You think so?"
"Hey, you came in here, not knowing if I was a horrible interdimensional monster. And now we're talking, normally, with beers," Xander said, "I think there's hope for you. But it's all up to you."
He checked his watch, and sighed.
"Anyway, Winn… I gotta go," he said, "but think about what I said, okay?"
Winn nodded eagerly.
"I-I will!"
- - -
He made it to the alleyway with about five minutes to spare… And Supergirl was waiting for him.
Xander shook his head as he walked past her.
"Seriously? Sending in Winn to talk to me? What did that accomplish?"
For the first time, Supergirl didn't sneer or balk. She looked aside, unsure of herself.
"W-Well… It made me realize that… Maybe I've been unfair," she said. "To you. Just because of your gender… And masculinity…"
She looked back at him shyly.
"And… Maybe I'm not used to… To masculine men. Who stand up to me," she went on further. "But maybe… They're not so bad?"
Xander nodded slowly.
"That's… Great," he said, "you figured out something all humans did before social media came along. Now, if you'll excuse me-"
Supergirl wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. She looked up at him, pleadingly.
"Please… Help me understand! I'll do anything! Any depraved sexual thing you can think of! Have your children! These urges-I can't handle them!"
"Urk," Xander managed.
A portal opened. And out stepped a familiar blonde Slayer, holding a magic sword. She raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow.
"Xander… Do I get an explanation for this or do I just have to imagine it?"
"Who the hell are you?" Supergirl demanded, glaring red at Buffy.
"That's… Buffy… My friend-" Xander managed, before Supergirl let him drop and scowled at Buffy.
"YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM! HE'S MINE!"
Buffy gaped.
"Wait what-?!"
Xander sat up to the sight of Buffy and Supergirl… Having a drag-out, furious catfight. Clothing was going everywhere. He blinked.
"... And me without any popcorn…"
- - -
A short bit for a friend. Hope you enjoy!
Thankfully, in most cases, Willow found out his situation and pulled him back before something horrible could rip him limb from limb, or soul piece by soul piece, or meme by meme.
(That had been a very weird Thanksgiving. Though only the third worst.)
Still, as he looked around at his urban surroundings, he felt that the worst thing that could happen here in this far too clean city was getting mugged.
"Stop right there!"
Or so he thought. He looked up as a blue and red-clad blonde with a red cape blowing out behind her descended to the ground, landing in front of him. She scowled suspiciously at him, which did nothing but make her look cuter.
"Woah," he muttered. The Supergirl cosplayer's scowl deepened.
No, wait, she could really fly. So this was probably the real thing.
Which Supergirl it was, Xander didn't know. And divulging her secret identity in public would be a dick move. So instead, he'd do what he did when he ran into a cop:
Play it cool, relaxed, and dumb.
"Hey, Supergirl, how are you?" Xander asked with a friendly smile.
"Don't you dare!" She said angrily. Xander held his hands up.
"Woah woah woah, I'm not doing anything, really!" He said, calm and cool. "I'm just a little lost."
"Not that," the Supergirl stated, wrinkling her nose. Xander cocked an eyebrow.
"Am I loitering?" He asked.
"No! You were… Leering at me," Supergirl stated.
Xander blinked.
"... Leering?" He asked.
There was a blush on her cheeks, and she shook her head to regain her grimace.
"Yeah! I could feel you leering at me! You know how hard it is to do my job with all of you jerks leering at me? All the time?!"
Xander blinked. He blinked again.
"I could have just been looking at you," Xander said.
Supergirl sneered.
"You never just look!" She stated.
And Xander felt a little comic book-shaped light inside of him go out, dead, and silent.
"I'll keep that in mind then," Xander said, turning and heading in the opposite direction of the alley. He saw Supergirl appear in front of him, her fists on her hips in the classic "superhero" pose.
"Aren't you going to apologize?" She demanded. Xander blinked.
"For…?"
"Leering," she stated, her nose wrinkled unpleasantly.
Xander thought about it for a second. Maybe two. He shrugged.
"Nope!"
Her jaw fell. She was silent. He walked past her, a calm, happy smile on his face.
"You-But-You-!"
"Sputtering ain't a good look for a superhero, just a thought," Xander tossed back over his shoulder, as he headed out of the alley. He looked around. Was there a decent coffee shop around?
No, just a Starbucks. Well, beggars can't be choosers.
- - -
As said, this wasn't Xander's first rodeo with other timelines. He had his trusty kit of Paranoia on him, including some psychic paper Willow had given him.
(Even as a super powerful witch, she was still reliably nerdy. Thank God for that.)
A few flashes of the psychic paper later, and Xander Harris had a decent job on a construction site and a cheap apartment to live in until he got to go home.
There was just one small problem…
Xander was taking a break, resting on the open floor of the unfinished skyscraper. He looked out over National City.
(Seriously, the names in this world were typical comic book fare: Middleton, Coast City, Iron City, geez! It had seemed so much more epic when he was a kid.)
The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and he looked over. Floating in the air, her arms crossed under her (admittedly very nice) breasts and "S" shield, was Supergirl. Glaring at him.
"You know, you could just watch me with your X-Ray vision," Xander quipped, "would make it less obvious that you're spying on me."
"I am not spying on you! I am watching you!" Supergirl replied. She was clearly trying to be intimidating but sounding… Kind of whiny.
"Oh?"
"You're from another universe. You could be a spy or a plant for an invasion of evil, patriarchal aliens who want to enslave all women!" Supergirl accused.
Xander stared at her.
"... Has that actually happened before?" He asked.
"No! But it could!" Supergirl said defensively. She leaned in and glared.
"So why don't you just give up and admit your evil plans?"
Xander held her gaze, not flinching. He tilted his head.
"Don't you have anything better to do? Atomic Skull or Livewire?"
"They're both in Stryker's Island, and they're not some misogynistic alien from another universe!" Supergirl retorted.
Xander blinked.
"Do I look like I'm carrying anything dangerous?" He held his arms out.
Supergirl stared intently. Her eyes had a faint blue glow. Usually in the comics that was a means of letting the reader know she was using X-Ray vision. That it was this obvious in this reality was… Weird.
"... No," she said, almost disappointed. "But I'm still watching you!"
"Like what you see, huh?" Xander asked wryly.
She blushed, and glared.
"N-No! No I don't! I-I'm not some perv, like you!"
"Says the woman stalking me. With X-Ray vision."
"I'M NOT STALKING YOU! And there-there's a robbery going on and I'm going! But you just wait! You'll slip up!" Supergirl shot off, flying away across the city.
Xander watched her go, and shook his head in disbelief.
"You know, I really shouldn't mess with her. She could still throw me into orbit."
He hummed. She was still in sight. Did she have super hearing, too?
"Your eyes are very pretty!" He called out.
Supergirl… Seemed to have a fit in mid air, before diving behind the nearest skyscrapers. Xander grinned.
"Oh yeah. This'll be fun."
After all, the Netflix selection in this universe was just as bad as back home…
- - -
Xander returned to his cheap apartment, his senses at their usual level of alertness. Just the usual Latina mothers yelling at their kids, white and black kids arguing, and old people watching TV. Pretty standard.
He unlocked his door, checking the runes of protection he'd carved into the wood. They glowed faintly, indicating someone was inside. He sighed, and picked up his trusty, custom forged hatchet, Aeolus.
Yes he'd named it for the sidekick from "Hercules: The Incredible Journeys". It was his first forged magical weapon, so he got to name it.
"I really don't have anything worth stealing," he called out, keeping the door partially open as he walked into the apartment living room. It didn't have much, just cheap furniture and a TV left behind by the last tenant-Apparently he'd been eaten by mutant slugs or something.
Just like home, really. Maybe that's why he felt comfortable here.
The bedroom door was open. He walked up to it, Aeolus held at the ready. He flung it open, ready to throw the magical tomahawk…
He froze, his eyes bugging out.
There sat Supergirl… In blue and red lingerie. The blue bra even had a Superman "S" shield in the middle between her (very nice) breasts. She'd done up her hair and applied make up. She was smiling.
Okay. Am I dreaming? Xander asked.
"Welcome home, master," she said, leaning forward, "would you like to subjugate me and make me your breeding sow?"
… Nope. Not dreaming. Unfortunately.
Xander sighed.
"What was that?"
Supergirl blinked.
"What?"
"What was that? Was that… Is this an attempt at seduction?" He asked.
"N-No! I mean, yes!" Supergirl tried. Xander stared at her, looking good enough to stop traffic and make men sell their souls for a night with her…
He held up his hand and tilted it up and down in a "so-so" manner.
"Meh. Seen better."
Supergirl's eyes glowed red in rage.
"WHAT?!"
"I mean, where did you even get that line? From a hentai doujin?" Xander scoffed. Supergirl flushed guiltily.
Yup. Got it in one.
He turned away.
"W-Wait, where are you going?!" Supergirl shouted.
"I'm going to watch TV," Xander stated.
"D-Don't you want to slake your lusts with me? Reveal your evil plan?" Supergirl cried.
Xander rolled his eyes as Supergirl floated out of his bedroom. He sat down and turned on the TV. She floated in front of him, scowling.
"You lust after me but you're not going to try anything when I offer?!" She demanded.
"Nope," Xander stated.
"What are you, gay?!"
"If I said yes, would you leave me alone?"
"NO! Because you're not! You're gonna fall for my feminine wiles and you're going to tell me your evil plan!" Supergirl growled.
Xander stared at her in disbelief.
"Okay… You want to know my evil plot?"
"YES!"
"You really want to know?"
"YES!"
Xander leaned in close. He looked her right in the eyes. He made sure his nose was almost up against hers. She blushed at his proximity.
"My evil plan… is to sit here, watch TV, have a beer, and order some decent pizza," he said. He leaned back. "You want some?"
Supergirl fairly screamed, and then flew right out the window, leaving the curtains waving in her wake. Xander watched her go.
"Don't like Hawaiian, huh? Your loss."
- - -
Three days later, as Xander was finishing his breakfast, Willow finally got in contact with him.
A little paper airplane had appeared in his apartment, and struck him in his remaining eye.
After several minutes of creative cursing, he opened up the paper airplane. It said:
Dear Xander, sorry about the eye. Spell of Odin, go figure.
I'll have a portal open for you where you first came through, today at 3 PM. Don't be late, I'm already letting you sleep in!
Love, Willow
Xander smiled. He pumped his fist.
"YES! I'm outta here!"
There was a knock at the door. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. He sighed.
"Come on in!" He said.
The door opened… And a pale, nerdy white guy with glasses and black hair entered. He smiled uneasily.
"Uh, hey… I'm Winn Schott. Sorry about this… Um… You're Xander right?"
Xander nodded slowly.
"Yeah…? Look if this is a robbery-"
"N-No, no! I'm just uh… I'm here to… You've been around Supergirl a lot, right?"
His hopeful expression was painfully familiar. Like an abused puppy trying to get just a morsel of attention.
Yeah, this had Supergirl written all over it.
"Yeah, unfortunately," Xander said. Winn's eyes widened.
"Unfortunately? Why would that be bad? She's the greatest! A heroine! She's saved the world!"
"She's been stalking me," Xander said.
"Stalking you? Sh-She told me you were some invader-Oh crap, please don't kill me!" Winn held his hands up in fear.
Xander resisted the urge to scoff in disgust. This guy… Was all too familiar. He walked to the fridge, and pulled out two beers.
"Sit down, Winn. I think we need to have a chat…"
And so, they sat. And talked. Winn had been over the moon for Supergirl. Completely smitten… And after enough beers…
"And she… She just wants to be friends!" Winn moaned. "I do everything for her! I'm not some asshole!"
"No, no, see, it's not your problem, it's hers," Xander said, shaking his head, "look, Winn: You're a nice guy. But nobody respects nice guys."
"Nobody?"
"No. You want to be a great guy," Xander consoled him, "you want to grow. Be confident. I mean, if women want someone to worship them, they can just get a puppy. But they want a man who is strong, confident, and their equal. Not somebody who just tries to please everyone."
"But… I can't be some musclebound alpha-"
"And you don't have to be," Xander scoffed, "that's just bullshit. You want to be the best version of you. Find a girl who will respect you for you. And love you. All this mooning over Supergirl, doing things for her-It won't make her love you. She'll just pity you. You should stand up for yourself, man. You deserve better."
Winn looked up, trembling.
"You… You think so?"
"Hey, you came in here, not knowing if I was a horrible interdimensional monster. And now we're talking, normally, with beers," Xander said, "I think there's hope for you. But it's all up to you."
He checked his watch, and sighed.
"Anyway, Winn… I gotta go," he said, "but think about what I said, okay?"
Winn nodded eagerly.
"I-I will!"
- - -
He made it to the alleyway with about five minutes to spare… And Supergirl was waiting for him.
Xander shook his head as he walked past her.
"Seriously? Sending in Winn to talk to me? What did that accomplish?"
For the first time, Supergirl didn't sneer or balk. She looked aside, unsure of herself.
"W-Well… It made me realize that… Maybe I've been unfair," she said. "To you. Just because of your gender… And masculinity…"
She looked back at him shyly.
"And… Maybe I'm not used to… To masculine men. Who stand up to me," she went on further. "But maybe… They're not so bad?"
Xander nodded slowly.
"That's… Great," he said, "you figured out something all humans did before social media came along. Now, if you'll excuse me-"
Supergirl wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. She looked up at him, pleadingly.
"Please… Help me understand! I'll do anything! Any depraved sexual thing you can think of! Have your children! These urges-I can't handle them!"
"Urk," Xander managed.
A portal opened. And out stepped a familiar blonde Slayer, holding a magic sword. She raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow.
"Xander… Do I get an explanation for this or do I just have to imagine it?"
"Who the hell are you?" Supergirl demanded, glaring red at Buffy.
"That's… Buffy… My friend-" Xander managed, before Supergirl let him drop and scowled at Buffy.
"YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM! HE'S MINE!"
Buffy gaped.
"Wait what-?!"
Xander sat up to the sight of Buffy and Supergirl… Having a drag-out, furious catfight. Clothing was going everywhere. He blinked.
"... And me without any popcorn…"
- - -
A short bit for a friend. Hope you enjoy!
AlphaWolf112480
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Honestly kinda funny, is this accurate to the character of Super girl i only watched the first season and that was years ago, but i dont remember her being this ... desperate.
Are you taking liberties?
Honestly kinda funny, is this accurate to the character of Super girl i only watched the first season and that was years ago, but i dont remember her being this ... desperate.
Are you taking liberties?
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A few, but given that almost all the men in the CW!Supergirl were either gay, stupidly evil and sexist, or soyboys, an actual masculine man would drive Supergirl nuts.
space turtle
Not too sore, are you?
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ROFL.
The temerity to turn down SG like that.
Nerds and Betas the world over felt a disturbance in the force at that one.
Winn would probably cry if he knew.
The temerity to turn down SG like that.
Nerds and Betas the world over felt a disturbance in the force at that one.
Winn would probably cry if he knew.
Softrogue
I trust you know where the happy button is?
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Eh...just have Xander have a quick chat with Lena and she'll have Supergirl eating out of the palm of her hand (while properly collared and leashed) in no time.
Blasterbot
Versed in the lewd.
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Ah that explains it. CW... I can't say I've watched that channel in a long while. Haven't missed out on much by appearances.