#Happy Supercorp Sunday

[rustingcat]

Can we talk about the cello scene from @ekingston 'The Shape of Soup'?

Because I need to talk about the cello scene.

I'm NOT over the cello scene!

[wolfie-bee]

Ties that bind

read it here as a twitter fic

"You know, when you showed up at my door this morning I didn't wanna let you in." Kara's words are a soft vulnerable truth, but the weight of them lodges deep in Lena's chest.

She knows, had seen the inky lines of mistrust etched across Kara's face that morning when offering the beginnings of an apology and a plea to help stop Lex.

There's tension in the lines of Kara's shoulders and Lena's eyes get stuck there as she looks down at her feet and stacks her hands on her hips. Then they dissolve into silence.

Well why are you still here? Lena wants to ask. Why am I here? But the words feel heavy, hurt springing like blood on her tongue.

Guilt immediately rushes in, you stole from me, you convinced me to steal for you and you used kryptonite on me!! an echoing ring in her ears that instantly liquefies her resolve. Her jaw tenses and ticks, and she dips her head, shifting her eyes away from the otherworldly gravity that Kara's holds.

Kara lifts her head and her eyes fixate on Lena's as the silence stretches, a stormy sea of emotions churning in their blue depths. The intensity in them tenses Lena's spine and she folds her arms tightly across her chest like a physical shield from their direct assault. She doesn't recognize this look, hates the uncertainty as bitter indignation crowds her stomach and the words you betrayed me, you broke my heart lock with startling force behind her ribcage.

"Alex was right," Kara chuckles humorlessly, "I'm not rational when it comes to you. I think with my heart and not with my head."

"Funny, Lex said the same to me."

Kara's expression turns inscrutable, and Lena doesn't know if it's because of the mention of her brother or their similarities when it comes to dealing with each other. She figures it's a little of both.

"But…" Lena continues, swallowing her pride and the lump forming in her throat, "is that such a bad thing?"

Kara doesn't answer. Instead, she lets out a shallow breath, forehead crinkling like this conversation had already become too much. She had shut this conversation down one too many times when Lena had tried to broach it earlier. But damn if it doesn't make Lena want to crawl out of her own skin.

She'd thought they were making some progress, had felt the tentative stirrings of reconciliation as they'd worked together to stop Leviathan. 

It's disconcerting that she can't get a read on Kara's eyes as she takes a step back, red boots scuffing against the floor. And Lena's heart aches at the physical distance like an ever widening chasm between them.

"On Krypton, trust was something sacred." Kara starts softly, inhaling a large gulp of air that draws Lena's eyes to the glyph on her chest. "We broke that in each other, we caused each other so much pain and -"

"Pain is a necessary part of life," Lena says hoarsely, the words quivering on her tongue. "I learned that the hard way when Non Nocere failed."

Another bout of silence falls over them and Lena uses it to turn away from Kara, gathering strength for what she's about to say next. 

"So I get it. You don't have to trust me in order for us to keep working together."

"But I want to…" Kara answers immediately, and there's earnestness in the soft tremor of her voice. "you came through today at every opportunity and I - I'm not saying that you have to keep doing that but, I want to trust you, Lena. I want to let you in again."

Lena releases the breath she didn't realize she was holding, relief spreading like fissures across her heart, a warm hopeful balm in her veins as she squeezes her eyes shut.

"Kara," she breathes out, lips trembling as she forces out the word. A host of reasons why they shouldn't do this flashes through her mind, the biggest of them being that Lena didn't think that she deserved to hold on to the tentative reins of trust being offered.

She hears her take a step.

Then another. 

And another. 

Until Kara's pressed right against her, a comforting warmth at Lena's back that makes her heart tremble as those warm familiar hands land on her shoulders. The touch nearly makes Lena flinch. She doesn't know why it surprises her since Kara has always been the more tactile one between them. And her brain stalls in trying to furiously calculate exactly how long they've been apart.

Kara notices, of course she does. She breathes out shakily, hands drifting along the curve of Lena's shoulders and the small of her back. 

Lena trembles at the feel of it, her touch starved body aching to be held in Kara's arms again. Because Kara is warmth and light and Lena still loves her with the inevitability of a new day and the gravity that binds them to each other.

Kara's touch is an irresistible force and Lena can't even find it within her to be angry that her defenses were practically nonexistent as the tension melts from her in seconds.

That warmth reaches all the way to her toes as those hands slide in a comforting press down the arch of her spine to settle lightly at her hips. Before Lena can think herself out of it, she turns, just to see her face as the desire to reach out, to touch, loosens the threaded beat of her anxious heart. 

The hands on her hips bunches in Lena's blouse almost to the point of contention and she freezes, lifting her eyes to Kara's. This is the closest they've been in a while but the uncertainty in Kara's eyes is almost Lena's undoing. She allows herself a small conciliation, grasping onto the hands already clinging to her, as if that could somehow convey the mix of emotions thrumming inside her chest.

The wall between them all but falls away as Kara loosens one of her hands to reach out and cup her face. Lena leans readily into the contact and Kara's eyes soften, allowing her a glimpse of the woman she'd fallen in love with.

"How do I let you in again?" Kara asks, a shaky plea that loosens tears from her devastatingly attractive eyes. Lena wants to reach up and kiss them away, but her insecurities leave her rooted to the spot.

"Maybe you shouldn't," She answers truthfully, her doubts manifesting as those small broken words.

Kara's palm trembles against her cheek and Lena closes her eyes, moving to shift away. But Kara's other hand presses more insistently against her side, warming her through her clothes and Lena nearly chokes on her name, can't find her voice which gets lost somewhere in the trembling cry struggling to break free. 

"I know I hurt you by not telling you my truth." Kara says, drawing Lena's eyes to hers. "And I'm sorry. I haven't had a lot of practice doing this. Growing up I was forced to hide my abilities because the people around me could get hurt and I - I know that's no excuse, but I hope -" Kara stops abruptly, lips trembling too much to continue.

And Lena doesn't want to talk about this anymore, can't talk about it without breaking down again. Her heart aches for Kara, for this woman born of different stars and the hardships she faced. So she closes the rest of the distance, folding herself into Kara's embrace.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that." She whispers, tucking her face against Kara's neck as those warm arms go around her. 

"Lena," the way that Kara says her name has never failed to make Lena's breath hitch. "I hope that one day you can forgive me."

Her trembling arms lock around Kara's shoulders, and Kara nuzzles against her hair, chest expanding as she breathes Lena in. Lena closes her eyes and oh, Kara's touch is grounding and these arms feel more like home than any place on earth ever could.

She doesn't expect the soft lingering kiss that Kara leans in and presses to her temple and the intimacy and affection of it shatters Lena's careful composure. Tears fills her eyes, tears that spill down her face as her breathing shortens and they don't have time for this, they have to stop Lex from whatever he's plotting, they have to -

But patient, gentle Kara frames her face between warm palms, tenderly brushing the tears away with the pad of her thumbs and the anchoring force of another kiss pressed sweetly against her skin. 

Her kiss is light dawning in the darkness, darkness that rushes out from Lena's heart and flees from the crevices of her soul as Kara's kisses move across her temple and down to her eyebrows. She doesn't stop, pressing them in reverence across her eyelids, sweeping along the bridge of Lena's nose down to the apple of her cheeks, a sweet calming force that quiets Lena's mind.

It's new, this level of intimacy, the fact that they've never really used kisses for comforting each other in all of their years of friendship. Lena finds that she can't get enough of it, craves the press of Kara's warm mouth on her skin and can't believe that they've never done this before.

She flushes brightly when Kara tilts her chin with a hand covering her jaw to drop a kiss just below Lena's ear and stills long enough for Lena to reopen her eyes.

Kara's cheeks are a lovely red and Lena's eyes get stuck there, admiring their rosy hue. She doesn't know what expression her face forms as Kara moves back a little but they stare at each other, all heavy lidded eyes and soft breaths mingling in the short space between. The staring lengthens to the point where Lena feels like she's about to combust beneath the allure of those magnetic blue eyes.

So she moves in, drawn to Kara, softly touching their noses together. The action elicits a wobbly smile from Kara's pretty pink lips and Lena closes her eyes again, hands falling to grasp onto Kara’s suit clad biceps. Her nose skims across the rise of Kara's cheek, and down to her calming fluttering pulse, overwhelmed by the scent of peaches clinging to her skin.

One of Kara's hands finds her hip again, the other mindlessly tangling in Lena's hair and Lena can't think of a safer place than these arms as she absentmindedly noses along the slope of Kara's neck till the point where the supersuit starts. Her lips tingle where they accidentally meet warm skin and she draws back a little to intentionally press them lightly against the hollow of Kara's throat. 

It's a bit concerning that she doesn't have the wherewithal to be mortified by her actions, but Kara's only reaction is a quiet breath against her ear.

So she does it again, soft, tentative.

This time Kara makes a tiny noise of encouragement that fills Lena with ardor and she wants to hear it again, has to hear it again. So she opens her mouth a little and scrapes her teeth along the corded muscles of Kara’s neck, feeling them flutter beneath the soft roll of her tongue. Kara's breathing turns heavy.

Lena delights at the response and the feeling of Kara's fingers tightening in her hair. She grows bolder with her kisses, moving back up Kara's neck and across the line of her jaw like a woman possessed.

This isn't something that best friends do. But right now they weren't even friends. And Lena's always been a little too in love with Kara to truly make her an enemy. 

"Lena," Kara says, the name a soft aching sigh as Lena presses a litany of sweet kisses along Kara's soft reddened cheek, unable to stop or draw herself away as those fingers clench tighter in her hair.

Kara's breathing is a mess, and she closes her eyes as Lena carefully tucks a lock of blonde hair behind her ear, lips still pressed to soft warm skin.

"I'm sorry too." She whispers, soft, penitent. The tears come again, the shame at what she'd done a suffocating force as her lips tremble against Kara's skin, dangerously close to the corner of her mouth. "I hurt you and I know I can't make up for what I did but I promise, I'm going to try."

Kara's hand slips beneath the blouse that had loosened from where it had been tucked in her jeans and Lena's breath hitches as her warm hand lands on equally warm skin. She kisses Kara's cheek again, pressing closer, feels like they aren't truly close enough as she kisses her again and again.

Kara's lips catch the last kiss aimed for the corner of her mouth and her hand slides around to Lena's lower back, making Lena's heart flutter.

She doesn't lose stride, if anything, she's embolden, her silken mouth parting Lena's lips with a soft tremor. The kiss immediately deepens, no prelude, no hesitancy, only a soothing whisper of Lena's hands moving to tenderly frame Kara’s face and kisses as inevitable as freefall.

Kara's kisses are transcendental and Lena's mouth parts below hers as her thumbs sweep against the apple of Kara's cheeks, lips aching with apologies and promises.

The crest of the House of El presses tight against her chest and Lena presses a palm directly over it, a silent promise, a deep shuddering breath escaping her lips as Kara's second hand moves to join the other as they frame the dips on her lower back.

Lena's hands shift to tangle in the red cape on Kara's back as she kisses her with salt on her lips and forgiveness on her tongue. Kara's mouth trembles against hers, a reminder of the more difficult parts of the conversation still to come and a sweet tentative taste of the reconciliation awaiting them.

Happy Supercorp Sunday everyone!! Once again this fic was written on Twitter today in response to the gif tweeted above by @CSIRJen who's awesome and just provides inspiring tweets that make me write these weird little stories 😅 thank you to everyone who's gotten this far, I'm always amazed when people read all of my rambling words.

[theredcapeofk]

happy supercorp sunday 

[mrsluthordanvers]

Supercorptober 2022

Leaves

Imagine Kara and Lena sneaking pictures of each other.

Read on AO3

It’s not uncommon for Lena and Kara to sneak pictures of each other. Both of their phones are filled with pictures they’ve taken of each other over the years.

At first it’s just Lena casually snapping photos of Kara and their friends during game nights. One or two of them popping up in the superfriends group chat much to everyone’s delight. Lena manages to keep herself out of most photos until she and Kara start dating.

Once they start dating, Kara notices Lena’s camera is pointing in her direction more and more often. It doesn’t take long before Kara is holding up her phone in silent question, laughing when Lena rolls her eyes fondly and holds a position while Kara quickly takes a picture.

It becomes somewhat of a habit after that. The two of them simply snapping pictures when the moment strikes.

Kara with a potsticker halfway to her open mouth.

Lena wedged into the corner of their couch reading a book in a pair of sweatpants and thick rimmed glasses.

Kara in their bedroom buttoning up her shirt in front of the window, back lit by the rising sun.

Lena lounging in the tub with an excessive amount of bubbles, a glass of wine dangling from her fingers, and her feet propped up along the corner.

Even now, when Kara is running late to meet her wife she can't fight the temptation to snap a photo of Lena.

Her fingers drift to her pocket the moment her eyes land on Lena sitting on their park bench. Her wife hasn't spotted her yet, her chin pointed in the opposite direction as Lena watches a little girl be happily pulled along by a dog much bigger than herself as her parents follow a short step behind.

She's dressed in a designer knit sweater and brown leather boots that go over the knees of her jeans, looking much more cozy than she has any right. The sun hasn't quite started to set yet, casting Lena in gold as it catches in the yellow leaves around her.

Kara barely has time to snap a picture before Lena is lifting her tea to take a sip as she looks around. Kara knows she's been spotted when Lena smiles and lifts her hand to pat the empty spot on the bench beside her. The moment she sits Lena's cool fingers wiggle against her ribs until they settle in the crook of her elbow and she’s pressed up against Kara’s side with a sigh. Her free hand using her cup to motion towards the little girl now holding onto the leash with both hands stretched in front of her as she runs behind her dog.

"She makes me think of you as a kid." Lena smiles, laughing joyfully when Kara pokes her in the ribs in retaliation.

Day 1 - Summer Day 12 - Evening Day 6 - Leaves

[appropriatelystupid]

(X)

[vox-ex]

I can be patient

Supercorptober Day 23 “spice"

thanks to kmsdraws for the prompts

Kara loves pie and Lena. For once the world slows down enough for her to enjoy both. 

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She hadn't meant to fall asleep, but the sky had been too dark despite the early evening hour and Lena's arms too comfortable to resist. Kara pushed herself up on one elbow and rubbed at her eyes with her free hand.

"Lena?" she called out, her voice still a little heavy with sleep. But she was met with only the sounds of soft footfalls and drawers opening and closing coming from the kitchen.

She swung her bare legs over the edge of the bed, grabbing the blanket and wrapping it around herself before standing up. Stretching out her limbs and arching her back as her body protested the sudden absence of the soft mattress underneath her.

She followed the sounds of Lena's heartbeat, thudding away a metronome in her head, and padded barefoot into the kitchen.

Lena was standing at the counter, a wooden spoon in one hand and her back to Kara as she hummed along to the song playing softly through the stereo.

Kara tried to figure out the song that was playing, but she couldn't quite place it. The name seeming to get farther from her the more she searched for it.

She watches Lena for a moment. Taking in the line of her shoulders and the soft curves of her hips — the way her hair falls down her back, come undone in loose waves. The sleeves of Kara's favorite sweatshirt pushed up on her forearms, a pair of her boxers just peaking out from underneath.

And Kara had had every intention of stepping out of the bedroom and pulling Lena right into her arms. Of taking up where they had left off before both their limbs had become too heavy.

But now, standing here, she couldn't bring herself to move. Caught in place by the last autumn light streaking in through the windows and the warm smell of spiced apples from the kitchen mixing with the undertones of amber and bitter orange from Lena's perfume.

She feels something shift inside of her. A clarity that she can't quite explain. And so she allows herself to just stand there. The world for once demanding nothing but her attention to this one room, to this one person in front of her.

In the end, its Lena who moves instead.

A smile lighting up her face when she sees Kara standing there. "Hey, I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's okay," Kara replies, shaking her head and willing her body to take its first step forward, "I-I didn't mean to fall asleep."

"We both did," Lena said with a smile.

"What are you making? It smells amazing," Kara asks, feet moving again to stand next to her at the counter.

"Apple pie." Lena grinned as she started to slice the apples with deft movements.

"Mmmm." Kara wrapped her arms around Lena's waist as she rested her chin on her shoulder, the scent of spices and Lena's perfume filling her senses once more. "I love apple pie.

"I know." Lena smiled again, a little wider this time, leaning back into Kara's touch.

Kara closed her eyes and let out a happy sigh, feeling content in a way she couldn't remember feeling in a long time. Maybe ever. "I love you, too, you know," she murmured.

Lena's hands stilled for a moment before she resumed slicing the apples, her voice low and playful when she spoke. "I feel like you made that very apparent just a couple hours ago."

Kara chuckled "glad to hear it," her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of Lena's neck.

Lena let out a soft sigh and leaned even further into Kara.

Kara tightened her arms around her in response, burying her face in the crook of Lena's neck and shoulder and letting out a deep breath.

"You smell like cinnamon."

Lena tilted her head a little to give her better access.

Kara grinned against her skin and continued to drop kisses along her neck and shoulder, feeling Lena's body relax into her touch with each one.

"Mmhm, I do, but if you don't stop, there won't be any pie after all."

Lena let out a soft-hearted chuckle and turned her head to capture Kara's lips in a kiss of her own.

And Kara gave in, pulling Lena fully against her and wrapping them both inside the blanket.

"I can be patient. Besides, then not only will you smell like cinnamon, but taste like it too."

Lena hummed thoughtfully in response, her eyes fluttering shut as Kara pulled at her bottom lip one last time before finally pulling away.

The room around her that had all but stopped only to speed up even faster minutes ago, now seeming to slow down back down again.

The hum of the city stirring beneath, the rhythm of Lena's heartbeat paired with hers, the stereo still playing softly in the background keeping time with it all.

And there's something to it all that feels again like the universe stepping back for a moment. But Kara knows better than to question it — will take every bit of time the universe is willing to concede.

[ekingstonart]

“Come on Kara, you’re making us late.”

“You’re saying that as if there’s anywhere else in the world I’d rather be right now.”

“Sap.”

“Yes.”

[ekingston]

The Shape of Soup (rated M)

Lena looks at her, a conspiratorial glint in her eye. “You know,” she confides, leaning in close, “I am your boss’ boss. There’s no end to the strings I could pull for you.”

Kara huffs out a breathy laugh. This kind of work-related banter at last feels like familiar ground, and Kara wants to kneel down and kiss it with relief. “Buying the company to save my job feels a little bigger than ‘pulling strings’,” she retorts. “And, I’m sorry, but weren’t you the one who worried about showing favoritism?”

“Are you saying I shouldn't?” Lena’s voice lilts out of the corner of her mouth, drawing Kara’s eye to one of her glinting cuspids. “Imagine the gossip,” she drawls, “if the editorial staff somehow made the connection between the favors I’ve done you, and me asking you to come to my apartment and take off your clothes.”

Kara feels as if she’s been blindfolded and spun around violently a few times. There’s something unmistakably predatory now in the set of Lena’s jaw, and Kara is getting the distinct impression that Lena is waiting for Kara to do something about it.

But she can’t for the life of her figure out what that something might be.

-

In which Kara makes a tiny new enemy, Alex has an actual functioning gaydar, and Lena breaks up with James only to immediately start dating someone else. And Kara is fine! Except for the part where she’s really, really not.

[searidings]

love's the player, love's the game

when kara decides to step up their 'platonic' intimacy in a game of what lena can only assume is relationship chicken— well, she's not just going to let her win.

all the love to @supercorpzine and all the wonderful folks who make it happen. we had the best run y'all <3

read my volume 5 zine fic here on ao3

[sheltereredturtle]

Piggyback

[rustingcat]

Had the absolute pleasure to work on this commission for fazedlight fic Darkness in All Things.

Always love a take on dark Kara

Commissions || ko-fi

[wolfie-bee]

finally posted one of my twitter fics from a year ago to ao3 today. It's been altered just a bit bc I write too much. happy supercorp sunday to those who celebrate ❤️💙

tension

[theredcapeofk]

Tender morning

[dancedance-resolution]

- based on a quote from norwegian wood by haruki murakami

[just-an-ari]

happy supercorp sunday guys!! here's medusa lena and her invulnerable wife in ancient greece!! (if by chance anyone is wondering why kara's wearing masculine attire- its part of my au and headcanons- its not accidental asjdfkjsdf)

[vox-ex]

dusting off the pens and keyboard… giving @supercorpbb another go this year and doing a bit a writing this time

reminiscing about this great collaboration from last year too :)

looking forward getting to see all the work everyone puts together!!