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ᯓ★Love hit her like a laser blast. She didn't realize what was happening until suddenly the thought of venturing through space without you felt… lonely

ᯓ★But now that you're together she's never felt less alone. It's one of the things she loves most about you. She knows she has Clark but if she's being honest she hasn't felt so connected to anyone since she was on Krypton

ᯓ★Thanks to you she's even celebrated her birthday with people she actually knows because of course you insisted on throwing her a real party

ᯓ★Dates are always a blast with Kara. She loves trying new things and now that she's dating someone from earth she wants to go on all the cliche dates you can think of: concerts, arcades, bowling, stargazing. You name it

ᯓ★She brings a lot of spice to your life in general. Normally the situations she gets you into would be terrifying but you know you're safe with your superpowered girlfriend watching your back

ᯓ★Speaking of, Kara is so protective. How could she not be after everything she's lost? It's no coincidence that it's usually when she's missing Krypton most that she's most worried about you

ᯓ★Clark could not be more welcoming and supportive of your relationship, you don't even know how gratefull he is for you and the fact that you've brought some happiness back into his cousin’s life

ᯓ★Kara’s so affectionate when it comes to you, she's always clinging to your side and resting her head on your shoulder or toying with anything from your hair to the buttons on your clothes

ᯓ★She likes to bring you back little trinkets from her travels. It doesn't matter what planet she's on, she always without fail sees some random thing that reminds her of you

The first time she sees you is when she crashes near Lois Lane’s backyard. There’s a pool outside — she can hear Jimmy Olsen’s laughter and smell the chlorine drifting through the warm Metropolis air. Stumbling, Kara makes her way to the pool area and the laughter and the overwhelming joy she always tried to feel again.

Clark is there, a kiss the cook apron on as he mans the grill. He looks at the movement, then looks back as he realizes who just stumbled into the yard. He blinks, “Kara? Hey!”

The blonde pauses as she takes in the scene around her. It’s only Lois and Jimmy here, both lounging in the pool and chatting away with a drink in one hand. That’s fine — she knows them well enough not to worry. However, there was something missing.

“Where’s my dog?”

That’s when she sees the fluffed, white ear of Krypto standing to attention in a lounge chair. Except, he’s not alone. He’s spread out, lying sideways as someone soothes him with small, gentle pets. His tail thumps against the chair at the sound of her voice but he makes no effort to move.

You blink as a shadow settles over you, fingers in Krypto’s curls as you look up. Kara scowls down at you, confusion trying to overtake the hangover that’s building. “Hi, you must be Clark’s cousin. Care-uh, right?”

“Kara,” she corrects your pronunciation. She looks to where you’re petting Krypto ; watching how he melts into you completely and contently. “That’s my dog.”

You pause your motions, sitting up in the lounge chair with a whine in protest from the dog. “Sorry. I can move.”

“Why is he sleeping?”

The question catches you off guard. Every time you see Krypto, he falls asleep in your lap. Sometimes he’ll even lay there as you feed him treats by hand, always composed relaxed as he does so.

Clark walks up to his cousin with a grin you know is tensed. “He always sleeps with [name] around.”

[Name]. You were familiar to her. Clark spoke of you all the time — that fond, proud smile on his face as if he was talking about a younger sibling. The same smile he uses for Kara.

The blonde nods slowly before whistling. Krypto lets out a groan before slowly standing to attention and stretching. He stares at you, mouth seemingly pulled into a grin as he pants. You pat his head with a little smile before he turns to Kara.

My dog, she thinks to herself with a frown, is never polite or tired. It’s witchcraft — otherworldly. Kara says nothing as she looks at you one more time before taking off, Krypto trailing behind her.

The next time you see the kryptonian is embarrassing, actually. You’d hidden away in Clark’s apartment, only there to seek comfort from the white fluffball you adored.

With a crash, Kara is stumbling towards you once more. She pauses — you were not her cousin and she was not prepared to see you.

You’re sat on the floor, arms curled around Krypto as the dog sits in your lap. His eyes flutter until his head falls, chin on your shoulder as you squeeze him closer. Kara’s shoe scuffs the floor and causes you to jump, startled.

“Oh,” you sniff, “hello again.”

You’re crying. Kara cringes as she watches you wipe tears away, facing away from her as you do so. Krypto has melted into you once more, sagging against you completely as he begins to snore.

You clear your throat, preparing to unwind your arms from her dog before she stops you. “It’s fine.” Kara pauses before walking over and settling next to you on the floor. She watches as her dog’s ear twitches, acknowledging her before he settles again. “It’s weird. He’s so calm around you.”

“Clark calls me when he’s being hyper,” you say with a smile. Your fingers are absentmindedly twirling Krypto’s curls as you speak — Kara notices. “Sometimes he’ll play until he’s tired and sometimes he just curls up with me and sleeps. Clark says that’s not normal for him.”

“My dog,” Kara begins. She looks over at the slumped thing, amazed at the serenity he leaks. “Is not a sleeper. He chases and bites and barks.” She looks over you again, “are you magic?”

You let out a snort, startled by her assumption. You sniffle again with a shake of your head, smile still in place as you look to her. “Not in any sense. I think he just likes me.”

Krypto, Kara thinks, rarely just likes anyone. He’s still a hyperactive puppy, so a treat or toy from a stranger will catch his attention. This, though — he never actively seeks anyone out the way he does you.

The room grows quiet as Krypto twitches in his sleep — you smile at the movement and Kara continues to watch you. You let in a big breath, “my dog passed away.”

Kara watches you closer — the way your shoulders shake and eyes shine — in preparation for more tears. You swallow, “my dog died. When I moved to Metropolis, Krypto was buzzing through the street and just landed right in front of me. He was so sweet and gentle and he tilts his head at me whenever I speak to him. So I bother Clark a lot to see him.”

You brush over his head again, causing the dog to groan and stretch as he gets comfortable. Kara watches silently as her dog — her super powered, chaos causing dog — folds into your lap like a tiny baby. “He’s nothing like mine was, but he lets me know he’s here for me in that way that dogs do.”

She understands now. You lost your world metaphorically the way Kara lost hers literally. The blonde looks away from you, “Krypto’s good at saving people like that.”

“He really is!” You grin. Your elbow bumps Kara’s lightly as you adjust and a surge of heat soars through her. “He also really likes egg and cheese bagels, but they have to be in sandwich form. He’s so particular about it.”

Kara laughs at that, imagining her bumbling cousin trying to make bagels just so her dog wouldn’t throw a tantrum. She watches Krypto again and pets him as he lays on you, getting closer to you than she meant to. His tail wags at her touch and she has to look away from the smile you send her.

The last time is an accident. Kara had come to Earth after battling an enemy she couldn’t be bothered to learn the name of. They weren’t important or hard to beat, really — she’d just overexerted and needed to heal.

Coincidently, she spots you walking down Metropolis’ street before she collapses.

You panic before calling Clark, shoes scuffing against the pavement as you stop in front of Kara. She’s breathing, but slightly battered as she remains unconscious. Clark arrives quickly, forehead wrinkled with worry as he watches you tuck a piece of hair behind her ear and out of her face.

“Vitamin D deficiency,” he says slowly. Like it’s a secret — like he doesn’t want anyone to know. “She just needs to rest.”

“My place is close,” you reply. “I don’t mind watching over her — I know you’ve got work.”

It’s warm. Soft and warm and nice as she comes to. Kara lets out a small groan as her eyelids flutter open. She faces a large window, sunlight pouring in as the blanket around her is tugged higher over her shoulders.

You pop into view, frown where your smile usually is as you set a drink down on the bedside table. The sun shines behind you, illuminating you like she’d just found the correct answer to a question she didn’t ask. You hesitate before reaching out, the back of your hand meeting her forehead gently. “Good. You do feel warmer now.”

“[Name].”

“Hey,” you smile as you sit on the corner of the bed. Kara rises slowly, arms trembling slightly as she does so. You grab the cup you’d set down, “drink slowly.”

It’s fizzy and sweet, curling through a strawberry themed straw. Kara hums, “what is this?”

“A Shirley Temple.” You place the cup back down, wiping the condensation on your pants. “Figured you needed something a little sugary.”

Kara pauses, looking to her lap and flexing her fingers. She feels energized — buzzed. She realizes she’d never felt this healed before. Never felt this relaxed and in tune with her own body.

“What did you do to me?”

You frown again as you look her over. Your phone is on your lap from where you’d been updating Clark, the lockscreen showing a picture of Krypto she’d never seen. “I had Clark bring you to my house after you passed out. Then I tucked you in and waited until you woke up.”

The blonde grunts, hand curling into her messy hair — her three day migraine was gone. She eyes you slowly. You almost roll your eyes, “did you expect me to do something else?”

Kara felt so refreshed. Like she could go back to sleep, curled up in your sheets as she relaxed in your home. Maybe this is how Krypto always felt when he was around you — maybe that’s why he was always so calm.

“No.” The kryptonian looks out of the window at the sun — her life source. She then looks at you, shoulders less tense than before. “Not from you I don’t.”

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was this mediocre be honest ): anyways lol im sad <3