#/that's/ what alex needs...not some dude that can't slow down long enough to realize he's not okay and gets impatient with him

[arolou]

i’m genuinely not a hater and i don’t care what people ship, i’m like the world’s foremost of multishippers, but i legit can’t get l*lex to compute in my brain. i can see alex potentially being with any dude on this show except luke lmao like the general Way That Luke Is just does not mesh well (romantically) with the Way That Alex Is...like you’re just setting both of them up for hella frustration and annoyance. i love the headcanon that they dated for a few weeks/months back in the 90s because it’s so perfect, especially because exes that stay best friends is my jam, but thinking that they stayed together...? my brain Cannot Do It, it instantly blacks out whenever i try to contemplate it 

[theragingthespian]

I can't speak for anyone else but I'd kill for some non-romantic fic if you're feeling inspired? I love all the love but sometimes my aro ass gets tired. Maybe some one on one Kara bonding with Krypto headcanons? Or anything featuring the Danvers sister just chilling together.

part one, part two, part three

Krypto is right at her face.

She wakes up to blue, blue eyes and a tongue slowly dragged across her cheek. It takes her a few, conflicting seconds to decide whether it’s gross or not before the pure adorableness of it gives way.

“Hey Krypto.” She slides her fingers behind his ears to ease him closer, presses her nose into white fuzz. Laughs at the tiny tail thumping against her chest. “Good morning.”

Alex’s hand slaps clumsily at her shoulder. “Stop being so loud.” Kara grins, reaches over to ruffle a hand through Alex’s hair until her wrist is caught. “Stop.”

Krypto, oh, he’s so excited, stumbles over the sheets, nipping at one when a sheet tangles around one paw. Kara slips it free, and he bolts forward, stepping over every inch of Alex’s back as she tries to wriggle away from his cold nose. “Okay, okay.” Alex rolls over, holds Krypto up, “Hello to you too.” Her eyebrows jump when Krypto slides closer, finding a spot under her chin. “I guess this makes up for being woken up early. Not like I wanted to sleep in after work.”

Kara freezes. 

“Oh, oh no.” She throws back the covers, barely remembering to turn around and stop Krypto from leaping off the bed. He squirms in her hands, jumps out as soon as he’s close to the ground. “I’ve got to get to work. Snapper doesn’t seem like the type to allow tardies.”

“You’re not in middle school, Kara.”

She snatches her pillow and throws it at Alex. “Late. Whatever.” Krypto’s paws press against her leg. She scoops him up gently, holds him close to her chest, receives another lick for her troubles. “Are you,” Krypto huffs against her neck when she stops scratching his ear, “are you okay here with him?”

Alex holds out an arm, taking Krypto when she offers him and placing him back on the bed but then she tugs Kara closer, hugs her tight. “We’re fine. Go show Snapper who he’s messing with.”

“Okay, but there’s- there’s food in the kitchen and,” she knots her fingers together, twists. “There’s toys if he gets bored- he will- and his leash is hanging by the door.”

“Kara,” now Alex’s hands are pushing her away, “we’re fine. Go.”

“I’m going, I’m going.”

Kara presses a quick kiss against Krypto’s head and then Alex’s, nudging Krypto away from the edge. “I’ll come home when I get a break.”

Krypto scrambles after her when she steps away, and oh, she shouldn’t be wasting so much time but is it really a waste when he’s looking at her like that? “I’ll be back Krypto.” She smooths a hand down his back, “I promise.”

(She ignores Alex’s concerned look and shrugs on her jacket.)

Krypto stares at her once Kara leaves.

She tugs the covers over her head, but she can still tell he’s there and she bets he’s staring.

“You’re weird.” Krypto nips at her hand, rolls over as he? wrestles with her hand. She’s not really sure. “Cute,” she amends quietly. She jabs a finger in his direction, “Don’t tell anyone that.” It only earns her a tilted head, one ear flopping just so at the tip, and oh, the jerk her heart makes should not happen.

Krypto flops around on the bed, jumps on her foot when she moves it under the covers. “Okay,” she starts, scooping him up and placing him on the floor. “I’m going to sleep, and you,” she lightly taps at his nose, bites her lip to stop the smile from slipping onto her face when he looks down his nose, “you are going to be good, right?”

She gets two minutes before she hears a scraping. 

“Krypto,” she calls. It stops. She breathes a relieved sigh, shrugs back under the covers and-

It sounds again.

“Come on.” She rolls out of the bed, eyes squinting when Krypto comes scrambling around the couch. “What are you doing?” He blinks up at her, tail wagging. “Don’t give me that look.”

She- she is a trained agent, and a literal puppy look isn’t going to break her. Even though she’s tempted to just run her hand through his fur, she’s not. She’s not.

She’s lived through Kara’s blue eyes blinking innocently at her and found her fridge empty afterwards. She knows this game. She acts like she’s walking back to the bed, looks over her shoulder once she hears Krypto start padding back around the couch.

Stepping quietly, she peers over the couch as Krypto trots happily over to the coffee table. He walks around it once, twice- bites it. She waits a moment to see if he’ll realize that maybe it’s not the best idea, but nope, he just keeps gnawing on it.

“Why-” Alex picks him up, “Why would you even? It’s wood dude. Don’t do that.”

He squiggles between her hands, darts forward to lick her nose. “That either.” He does it again. She grins despite herself, rubs her face against his stomach and laughs when he puffs against her hair.

(He’s so small.

Kara had moved so slowly around him. Fingers splayed wide whenever she pets him, and arms loose whenever she holds him.

He’s so small and her sister is so worried, and oh does she realize she even speaks quieter around him?)

She wakes up on the couch. She goes to pet Krypto, her hand landing on her own stomach. “Krypto?” She’s fairly sure she fell asleep with a dog on her and now, he’s nowhere. 

(Her throat itches, fear pricking up through her chest, makes her hands clench.

He can get hurt. The sun not yet filling the spaces in between his cells, strengthening them. 

And if he gets hurt- she thinks of Kara, and oh, they both are making a habit of causing her blood pressure to raise.)

“Krypto,” she calls again, tries to make it stern enough to get an answer but not enough to scare him. “Where are you?” She looks around the room, gets on her knees to look under the table, under the couch.

Krypto barks.

From above her.

She slowly looks up and her jaw drops. Krypto’s paws scramble furiously in the air, barely making headway as he drifts around. He falls a few feet, Alex getting her feet under her to jump in place, but then he’s swooping back up.

“Okay, okay. Just,” she holds out her hand, and oh, no one else has to worry whether or not their superpowered dog is superpowered enough yet to be okay if he falls. She jams her hand into her pocket and fishes out her cellphone, hitting Kara’s number.

“Hey!”

“Kara,” she starts slowly, tries to breathe evenly to slow her racing heart, because if Kara hears it, she’ll worry and won’t think before flying halfway across the city. “Don’t panic-”

“What happened?” Kara sounds the exact opposite of what she asked.

“We’re all fine,” she hurries. “It’s just- can you stop by anytime soon?”

“One sec.”

There are times when she’s still so shocked by Kara and her powers, and when she can tell her sister actually means one second, it’s one of those times. There’s a shift in the air, and then Kara’s in front of her, one arm reaching back to keep her in place. “What’s wrong?” She looks around, “Where’s Krypto?”

Alex reaches around and tips up Kara’s jaw, watching as Kara’s arms go slack to her sides. “He’s-”

“Yeah.”

“Alright then.” Kara’s voice a mixture of concern, but oh, there’s excitement there. Kara floats up and wraps her arms around him, murmuring to him. 

(It had taken year after year of practice before she could even make a fraction of the right sounds that flowed from Kara so easily.

But after so long, she had finally thought she was comfortable with Kryptonian. Hearing Kara speak to Krypto though, fast but still smooth, she realizes that maybe Kara had finally just started to accept that it was the best she would hear. Alex’s slow and hesitant speech.

Maybe Kara had accepted that she would be the last true speaker.)

“You fly so well,” Kara coos to him, finger rubbing his belly. Krypto is limp in her grip, tail wagging as he receives all of Kara’s attention, and Alex rolls her eyes. Kara’s grinning brightly, and oh, it settles firmly at her heart.

She clears her throat. “We need to take him to the DEO.” Kara holds him tight to her chest, taking a step back. “Just to make sure everything is okay. J’onn will want an update.”

“It shouldn’t matter to them.”

Alex runs a hand through her hair, tries not to get frustrated. “I know, but they- we,” she stresses, “keep tabs on aliens. If you want him to be here without any trouble, we just need to follow protocol.”

Kara sighs, her shoulders dropping with the force of it. “I know.” She shrugs. “I still don’t like it though.”

“Do you want me to take him?” Kara raises an eyebrow in question. “So you can go back to work,” she clarifies.

“I’m done for the day. I’ve got to write up an interview I did,” Kara mumbles as she places Krypto down to spin back into her regular clothes. 

“You got an interview already?” Kara nods, a shy smile that betrays the cool voice she’s trying to keep. “Kara, that’s great.” Pride warms her chest, flows outward as she throws an arm around Kara’s shoulders. “How’d it go?”

“Mm,” Kara fidgets for a moment, stamps her foot down, “good? I think. We’ll talk about it later.” Alex squints at that, eyes the flush crawling up Kara’s throat until Kara clamps her hands over it. She clears her throat. “Let’s just get Krypto taken care of first.” 

They try getting Krypto into the carrier, but after one too many bites that don’t hurt- the whines Krypto lets out look like it’s physically hurting Kara- Kara decides just to let him sit at her feet.

Which immediately becomes her lap when he jumps at her knees until she picks him up. 

Kara rolls down the window, and oh, it must be a universal given that dogs stick their heads out, because Krypto does it instantly.

It’s such a ridiculous image, Krypto’s little legs stretched out so he can look out the window with Kara smiling right behind him.

Alex loves it.

J’onn stares down at Krypto in her hands. “He flew?”

“Sorta?” She looks to Alex, sees her nod. “It looked more just floating, but he was definitely getting the hang of it.”

“Great,” J’onn replies. She tilts her head, because his tone suggest that it maybe it isn’t so great. “Can he do it by choice or?”

“He stopped when I asked him to come down.” They both glance over their shoulders to her as they walk to the lab. “What? He did.”

She hops up on the table with Krypto in her lap. He’s too small by himself on the table, it feels too sterile. The way he leans into her makes her think he likes it better than when he was shrinking away from the table by himself. 

“It’s okay,” she soothes as Alex places wires around them. “Oh.” She reaches into her jacket and pulls out her bagel. Unwrapping it, she breaks off a piece and holds it to Krypto.

J’onn grunts, “I read that they shouldn’t have have certain foods.”

She lets a foolish grin grow, lips curling upwards. “You looked up things for him?” Alex snorts behind her computer until Kara aims a kick at her. “That’s so sweet J’onn.”

He crosses his arms, shifts his weight to the side. “You’re missing the point.”

“He’s got powers now. What can some food hurt?”

“I could have two things after my food now,” Alex quips. Kara kicks her again before she can lean away. Smiles sweetly when J’onn steps between them.

“Girls.”

“Thank you, J’onn.” Before he can go further with his disapproving look, she presses forward. “For looking out for him.” She racks her brain, wondering if she’s doing it right as she presses a fist over her chest. For us, she mouths, tapping her chest.

J’onn’s hand is heavy, but oh, it’s nice at her knee as he pats it. “Zhindif.” He scratches at his jaw, makes a point of looking around the room to avoid her- she’s sure- watery eyes. “What’s the report Danvers?”

“He’s perfectly healthy.” Alex tips her head to the side. “Just he can fly now, at least. He’ll probably start eating more.”

“A plan needs to be made for when you’re at work. As Supergirl or,” J’onn falters, looks to her. 

“Reporter,” she supplies.

“Oh.” He nods to himself and then her, “It suits you.”

(Zhindif.

There’s a warmth that slips down her shoulders, leaves her fingertips buzzing at their acceptance, their support. A hand at her shoulder, on her knee. Both of them at her side, she knows she can count on their presences. A laugh and a small smile that’s constantly trying to be hidden away but oh, when she sees it, she feels so, so lucky.

Always.)