Something neuroscience-y that helps with prose: attention is selective. A character will not notice everything in a room. They will notice what matters to their goal, fear, desire, training, wound, or obsession. A jealous character notices hands. a hungry character notices food. A soldier notices exits. A lonely character notices pairs. Description becomes character when attention has a bias.
Started playing Spiderman on PlayStation for the first time and now I wanna write a collection of Spider-Person reader x Kate Bishop one shots. little to no plot, just life as a spider-person
Summary: Kara loves her girlfriend. Krypto loves her too. But what if the super dog seems to adore her just as much as she does?
wc: 2.423
Tags: fem!reader, fluff, slightly suggestive, kisses, Krypto being Krypto
Kara Zor-El was absolutely certain of two things.
The first was that she loved her girlfriend. The second was that her dog, Krypto, seemed to too.
She wasn't sure when it had occurred to her that her super dog had such a deep and loving bond with her own girlfriend. Don't get it wrong, she didn't think it was a bad thing, in fact, it was pretty great, but she still raised an eyebrow at the thought, after all, for a dog as wild and lively as Krypto, it was surprising that he enjoyed someone's company enough to be willing to lie down completely, or even (which Kara thought was the strangest thing ever), sit on command.
Kara had never had a hard time raising Krypto. At least, if you could call it raising what she meant by the word at the time. It wasn't hard raising him, but it was definitely tiring. Although if you asked Clark, her cousin, he would probably look with desperate eyes, because he was maybe the person who was the most victimized by the dog's behavior.
So the surprise that her own dog would sit down without a word at her girlfriend's request, and even willing to stay still of his own free will, was almost like a slap in the face.
Krypto certainly didn't behave like this. For a moment, she even wondered if this was the same Krypto who would chew a pillow at all hours of the day and shake it constantly so that the feathers inside would fly everywhere in the apartment or on her ship.
But regardless of how strange it was, she was happy. After all, it just meant that Krypto loved her girlfriend as much as she did. And that shouldn't be a problem. At least, she thought so.
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The evening lights of Metropolis, although dim, filled your apartment with enough light.
You loved evenings like this. It was one of those times when no evil threatened the peace of the city that would require the intervention of heroes. Furthermore, it was peaceful, so you could quietly enjoy every moment of the pleasant evening.
Especially now that Kara was there.
The smell of dinner was in the air, even though you had both finished eating half an hour ago.
You were just wiping the last plate over the sink, which was just waiting to be put in the dishwasher with the other already cleaned plates after a thorough wiping.
Kara was sitting not far from you, more precisely at the table. Her eyes followed your figure, watching every small movement of your hands.
A strange feeling always filled her at such moments.
The whole atmosphere was so intimate, almost domestic. It was almost funny to think that a few years ago she would never have imagined herself in such a moment, but now she was the one sitting there, watching your every move with an almost adoring gaze.
A smile tugged at her lips at the thought. It wasn’t too big, maybe not even noticeable if you didn’t lean closer, but it didn’t matter. Because it was exactly the kind of smile that comes to your lips in the midst of the most tender and loving thoughts.
Although she loved looking at you, her thoughts still wandered for a moment.
She stood up from her seat, then in an instant she was behind you, her arms tightly but still gently wrapped around your waist.
You were surprised for a moment, then a smile appeared on your lips, and you turned your head a little to the side so you could see her face better.
“You’re done, right?” Kara's voice came out, sounding really soft after the few moments of silence. The grip of her arms tightened a little as she tried to pull you closer to her.
You could hear the need in her voice. She hid it well, but it was clear to you now. It was a solid, small way of letting you know she wanted your attention. Although Kara wasn't the kind of person who didn't say what she thought, in such intimate moments she sometimes tended to show a much softer side of herself, hiding her feelings or thoughts behind much gentler words and requests. And you loved that you could see this side of her too.
"This was the last plate. I'll run the sink and I'm yours." you finally answered and your gaze turned back to the plate from which you had wiped the last food stain.
Kara just hummed in response, but she didn't let go of your grip.
Her hair, which was still slightly uncombed, fell lightly over your shoulders, which gave off a slight ticklish feeling.
Her eyes watched your hands for a moment, then she pressed a small kiss to your neck. It was softer than her usual kisses on your neck, but there was still that kind of desire in them that just wanted you to be as close as possible to each other.
"I was thinking we could watch a movie before we go to bed." You said, placing the last plate next to the ones you had cleaned earlier.
"Mhm." Kara hummed, and you couldn't tell if she heard what you said at all, which wasn't likely, after all, she had super hearing, or if she just didn't care too much because she seemed more interested in hugging you and pressing small kisses here and there on your neck.
"Kara..." you breathed out softly, and she just hummed again. "Did you listen to what I said?"
"Something about movies." she said lightly, as if it was the most obvious thing to say, but she seemed more interested in showering more kisses on your neck.
You sighed softly, though it was more of a loving sigh.
You turned in her embrace, wrapping your arms around her neck. You felt her hands tighten slightly around your waist in response.
You saw that slightly smug grin that you knew so well begin to appear on her face. It was the kind of grin that said you were where she wanted you to be and had achieved what she wanted.
"Stop being so smug about yourself." you said playfully, and the grin on her face only grew bigger.
"I don't know what you're talking about." she teased as her hands slid under your clothes and lightly stroked the smooth surface of your skin.
You were about to speak again when you heard a really loud and determined bark.
You both looked to where the bark was coming from, only to see Krypto wagging his tail really enthusiastically and his gaze following your form.
"Come on, buddy." Kara growled softly at the for dog interrupting the moment.
Unlike her, you didn't seem that annoyed as you removed your arms from around her neck, much to Kara's chagrin, and moved closer to Krypto, who seemed even more excited.
"What is it, Krypto?" you asked the dog, who just barked again, seemingly unable to decide whether to start running around the house again or simply fly away.
For a moment, you saw his gaze fall to the leftover dinner on the counter.
Now you understood.
Kara sighed. "No, Krypto. You can't eat it. I already told you."
Krypto just barked in displeasure in response, but he didn't look like he really cared. Instead, he kept his gaze on you, looking at you almost questioningly.
"Let him eat it, Kara. It really isn't much." you said, then you took the plate from the counter and placed it on the floor for the dog, who immediately started eating.
Kara just looked at the dog boredly, then grabbed your hand and led you to the bedroom.
Well, at least while Krypto ate, you could be alone.
A sigh left your mouth, and after a moment, you lay down on the bed. Your thoughts wandered over various movie ideas, but it was interrupted when you felt a weight weigh on you and a pair of beautiful blue eyes look into yours.
That smug smile appeared on Kara’s face again as she scanned every inch of your face. It seemed her thoughts weren’t filled with the flood of movie choices.
“I guess you’re not thinking about movies.” you noted with a small grin, and Kara chuckled, then leaned closer.
“I thought of something much better than a movie.” she said, almost whispering in your ear, then leaning back against your neck.
Your breath hitched again when you felt her lips begin to press kisses to your neck again. These, however, were much firmer and less soft than the previous ones, but still just enough sensuality to emphasize the not-so-hidden meaning behind her words.
Kara's lips began to search for the more sensitive spots on your neck and when she successfully found them, she pressed a firmer kiss that took your breath away again.
"Kara..." you breathed out and you felt that smug grin on your neck.
She loved it when you made sounds like that. She knew you enjoyed it and it made her want to continue.
Her lips moved slightly up and aimed for the area under your chin. At first they were just soft kisses, but as she moved further, they became firmer.
Your hands rose to her face and you pulled her up a little and kissed her. Kara's grin was still palpable, but as the kiss continued, she tried to get even closer.
Just as you pulled away and Kara was about to lean in for another kiss, the mattress next to you sank and a loud bark filled the space.
Krypto moved excitedly on the bed, and in a moment he was near your face, licking it happily.
The transition was quick, but laughter left your lips as Krypto’s fur lightly tickled your cheek and his tongue licked the side of your face.
“Krypto, stop!” you half-shouted, but the laughter interrupted your voice, only encouraging the dog to continue to pile you in his love.
Kara groaned in frustration.
Krypto managed to interrupt you a second time. At this point, she seriously wondered if it was intentional or just great timing.
“Come on, buddy, not again.” she growled and tried to push him off of you, but it was clearly proving harder than it looked.
Hearing the frustration in Kara’s voice, you tried to pull yourself together and tried to push the affectionate dog away, which ultimately proved successful, as Krypto backed away, though only enough for you to sit up normally, and his tail was still wagging, indicating that he still had plenty of energy left.
“Krypto, get off the bed.” Kara spoke again, which she intended as a command, although it came across more as a whine and a plea.
Krypto looked at her for a moment, his tail stopping wagging, but continuing almost immediately, then a whimper left his throat and he lowered his head into your lap.
Your hand automatically went to his head and you slowly stroked it, which only made him lean more towards you.
Kara’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Rude, she thought to herself as she watched you so effortlessly shower him with love.
"He can stay for a while." you suggested, though it sounded more like a question, and your gaze met Kara's.
Kara knew you wouldn’t send Krypto away now, and she knew she wouldn’t say no to you, no matter how much she wanted to continue what you both were doing before being so rudely interrupted.
She let out a resigned sigh and lay down on the other side of the bed, trying to get as close to you as possible, which was difficult, after all, Krypto’s body formed a slight barrier between the two of you.
Kara’s eyes glanced at the dog again, as if telling him to move away, but he was adamant. He seemed to be enjoying himself too much in your lap and had no intention of moving.
Kara let out another sigh, then grabbed the remote control that was on the bedside table.
"Okay, let's watch a movie then." she said a little frustrated, but she couldn't really get too angry when it looked so beautiful, the way Krypto was almost in your lap and basking in your love.
By the time the movie was over, you and Krypto were both asleep. The only thing that had changed was that you were lying on your side and Krypto was snuggling up to your chest, breathing softly.
Kara could only watch the situation idly. Normally, you should be snuggling up to her side or chest right now.
She sighed many times by then, but finally she settled herself on the bed too. Her gaze scanned your sleeping face, which seemed so peaceful. She glanced at Krypto for a moment, who was so strange to see so calm. As if he was a completely different dog.
Despite this, she still closed her eyes and finally fell asleep.
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The next morning, when Kara woke up, she was a little surprised to see that Krypto was still snuggled up to you, but he was already awake. Despite that, it didn’t look like he was going to pull away from you anytime soon.
Kara narrowed her eyes.
“Krypto, let me there finally.” she whispered to him, and the dog only moved, but made no attempt to pull away.
Kara was competitive, and so was Krypto.
Although Kara really wanted to pull Krypto away now, she didn’t want to wake you up, and she suspected the dog didn’t want to either.
“Come on, buddy, please.” she begged him this time, which seemed slightly more effective than her earlier attempt to appear firm.
Krypto whined in response, but not loud enough to wake you up.
Kara thought. Krypto didn’t want to pull away, but she wanted to cuddle with you. If she wanted to make any progress, she had to compromise with the dog.
"Okay, if you let me there, you can have the leftover from the dinner for a week. Sound good?"
Krypto's ears pricked up, and Kara knew she had finally won. And although it took a few moments for him to actually pull away, he finally did.
Krypto didn't get off the bed, only moved to the end of the bed and instead curled up at your feet. His gaze fell on Kara this time, waiting for her to move closer to you.
Kara didn't hesitate.
In an instant, she was next to you, her arms wrapped around your waist and holding you tightly. The movement didn't wake you up, but you snuggled closer and pressed your face into the crook of her neck.
A smile appeared on Kara's face, then she pressed a small kiss to the top of your head.
Her gaze fell back to Krypto for a moment, who was still looking at the two of you from your feet.
It might have been tiring to convince him to move, but at least she knew that Krypto loved you just as much as Kara herself.
the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be a part of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
Summary: Kara's space escapades are lasting longer than usual. Clark sees the way it's affecting you and tries to convice his cousin to come back to Earth.
An: So I saw the movie and I'm obsessed. We need more fics expeditiously.
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Kara always came back. Time varied on her returns but you knew she’d eventually find her way back home.
You didn’t have a lot of contact with her when she wasn’t on Earth. There were a few times you got lucky and happened to be around Clark during a call, but it was pretty rare.
He checked in a lot when Kara wasn’t around. You loved him for it, he was a good friend. He knew you had feelings for his cousin and though he wasn’t an expert he was pretty sure Kara felt the same way.
Whenever he got a hold of her, he’d always mention you. In fact you were the only thing on the planet that Kara ever asked about.
You knew she had some self discovery to work through. You weren’t mad at her for it. If you were in her position you’d probably handle it the same way.
“What’s on your mind?”
You were out for lunch with Clark.
You sigh, “Kara.”
He pouts a little, “I miss her too.”
“I know she’ll come back, she always does. I just wish she’d stay here a little longer.”
“I think you should tell her that when you see her,” he pushes just a little.
You mumble, “Whenever that is.”
The Kryptonian hates seeing you like this. Later that day he tries to get ahold of Kara. His usual cautious disposition falls away.
“You know I’m not the only one who wants to know when you’re coming back. Y/n misses you a lot,” Clark says to the monitor.
It didn’t seem like Kara had much interest in the conversation until she heard your name.
“Did you tell her I’d be back soon?”
Clark sighs, “I did. She knows you’ll come back, but…”
“But what Clark?”
“Kara, I know you’re going through something. I know you’ll figure it out too. Just know that there are people here who want you around, that need you,” he levels with her.
Kara looks at the ground before responding, “Are you saying that she needs me?”
Clark clears his throat, “I am. She’s always asks about you, how you’re doing. Lately she just asks when you’re coming back and every time I give her the answer I can see it hurting her.”
Kara groans at the feelings stirring up inside of her. “Tell her-”
“I really think the next time she hears from a Kryptonian it should be you,” Clark cuts her off.
He’s the one to end the call for once.
Krypto climbs into the woman’s lap. He senses the decline in her mood. She strokes his back a few times.
“It’s time to go back buddy,” Kara sighs.
Even if she didn’t want to leave yet, she would do it for you. Admittedly she’s been off of Earth longer than she would usually be gone for. The blonde was thinking of not going back.
Her cousin would be fine, he’d keep the world safe. He’d keep you safe.
Kara hadn’t accounted for you wanting to see her. In hindsight she should’ve. She knew that there was something brewing between the two of you, but part of her was hoping that the distance would help.
It was not helping her and according to Clark it wasn’t helping you either.
“What do I even say to her?” Kara put her head in her hands.
Meanwhile back on Earth you had given up on your day. Everything was going to shit. You were late for work, you spilled coffee all over yourself, you left the assignment you were supposed to be working on at home, and that was all before the lunch you had with Clark.
It wasn’t the man’s fault, but all lunch did was make you sad. You were reminded of how long she had been gone. Your mind became clouded with images of her and memories of your time together. It was too much.
You didn’t return to work, opting to just go home. You changed into something more comfortable before heading straight for the couch. There wasn’t anything you wanted to watch, but you turned the tv on anyway.
You curled into yourself and stared at the tv, hoping to find some interest in it.
You fall asleep at some point after being emotionally and mentally drained from your day. It had been a few hours before you’re startled awake by a knocking at the door.
Groggily you get up. You rarely have any visitors, so naturally assume it’s Clark.
“Superman it’s late,” you say as you swing the door open.
“Different Kryptonian.”
You raise your gaze to see a timid blonde standing there. For a moment you just stare at her, but eventually you’re throwing yourself in her arms.
If she were any less super she would’ve fallen over at the force. She holds you tightly against her.
“You’re back,” you say without pulling away.
“Yeah,” there’s comfort in the way she says it.
Kara melts into your embrace. She finds herself kissing the top of your head. She had missed you, more than she wanted to admit at first.
However with the way you were clinging onto her, she was willing to admit it a little more.
“As much as I love standing out here with you, I think we should go inside,” the blonde pulls away just a bit.
You blush, “Yeah of course come in.”
She follows you to the living room, taking a seat next to you.
“So how was it? Another space adventure for Kara the Kryptonian,” It’s jovial when it leaves your mouth.
The look in your eyes says something different. There’s a sadness there, something that Kara hates to see.
So she’s honest.
“Nothing good ever happens when I’m in space. I only go there to get fucked up and try to feel normal.”
You shift so that your entire body is facing her. Your hand reaches out to her, “You’re normal in all the ways that count.”
She takes it, chuckling lightly, “I’m literally an alien.”
“Yes but I see all of the good qualities of humanity in you,” you tell her earnestly.
Her eyes soften as they peer into yours, “I missed you.”
“Then stay longer this time,” you divert your gaze when you say it.
Kara’s hand tentatively cups the side of your face. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“It’s hard when you’re not around.”
“What’s hard?”
You look at her, “Everything.”
You lean in so that your forehead rests against hers. You can hear her breath hitch.
“I’m going to stay.”
“Kara-”
She’s kissing you as soon as her name falls from your lips. It’s not innocent and sweet like first kisses usually are. There’s a rawness to it, a desperation, she needs this. You need it too.
As the kiss escalates, you climb into her lap. Her hands slip under your shirt, not exploring, just resting against your skin.
“I should’ve been here to do that a long time ago,” Kara pulls away to look at you.
“I agree.”
She laughs, and it makes warmth spread through your chest. She’s here, this is real. Her lips on yours, her laughter in your ears.
“What’s that look for?”
You smile, “I’m just processing that this is real. Like I’m not dreaming, you’re actually here.”
She kisses you again, “I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”
You close your eyes, “You can’t promise me that Kara.”
“Look at me.” She doesn’t continue until your eyes are on hers. “I’m not going to space unless I have to because this is my home. Here with Clark, with you, is where I want to be. If I have to go back to space, I’ll give you a timeline, we’ll call. If I have to fly back to Earth every day I will because it’s important to me. You are important to me.”
You let your insecurities speak once more, “More important than a friend?”
Kara doesn’t hesitate, “Y/n I’ve wanted to be more than friends for a long time now. I’m a mess of a person. A part of me thought if I left, you’d be taken when I came back. I don’t know if I deserve to be with someone like you, but fuck it’s all I want.”
“There’s no one more deserving,” you tell her.
She shakes her head, “There might be, but they won’t get the chance. I’m not fucking this up. As of now you’re mine and I don’t plan on losing you any time soon.”
You smirk, “Is that so?”
She nods confidently, “Yep.”
You roll your eyes, “As long as you know you’re mine too Supergirl.”
“Kiss me one more time, I think I need a reminder.”
You’re quick to oblige. Eager might be a better descriptor. The two of you stay like that all night. Wrapped up in each other, small conversations about things the other had missed. There’s a familiarity but also a brand new closeness. It’s a feeling that neither of you are willing to part with.
