#supercorp drabble

[harleychick91]

Writing these ficlets are so fun!

Check out chapter 5 on AO3

[wlwfreak18]

Thinking about Lena and Kara’s first time having sex and Kara being scared of hurting her. Lena would definitely put some red lamps so that Kara doesn’t hold back because Lena likes it rough. 😏

[closetcasefranchaela]

Kara calls Conner “Little Super” and it quickly devolves into “Lil Supe” then just “Soup.”

The confusion it causes for aliens learning English is half the fun for Kara because when they figure out Super > Supe > Soup, they are just like Where is the joke? Why is that funny? Why are you still laughing?? And that’s their intro to homophones.

“If you think about it,” Kara, drunk, under a red sun lamp with Lena, “He was basically a Super Luthor soup in a tube.”

“I don’t think Conner would like being reminded of that,” Lena says, tipping her head as she thinks about it.

Kara rolls her eyes and shows Lena a photo. “This was his Halloween costume.”

Just a photo of Conner in a Campbells canned soup costume with the El crest on it. “He’s fine. Kal-El’s parents were Kryptonian supremacists, mine raised me on an asteroid and died with the rest of them, a test tube might be the least traumatic origin.”

“You forget that’s my brother’s DNA.”

“Eh,” Kara shrugs, “You share his DNA and you turned out pretty good…” She clears her throat awkwardly as Lena tries to not look like that’s the kindest thing anyone’s said to her in months, maybe years.

“Well, you turned out pretty good too. Pretty super.”

“Wow, I’ve never heard that before,” Kara says, throwing a wine cork at Lena.

The laughter fades into something softer. Then Kara’s phone rings and it’s Superman, so before she answers, a little wobbly getting to her feet, she says, “One sec,” and disappears for 10 seconds and returns completely sober.

“Just needed a yellow sun reset,” she says before answering the call. She smirks and is about to leave after but gives Lena an awkward hug they both needed before jetting off to help Superman.

[autisticlenaluthor]

Kara knowing Lena is stressed because she starts to stutter

okay so i dont know if i got this completely correct but i did my best:)

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“Are you okay?” Kara asks. “You sound different– is something wrong?”

Lena shakes her head and slides her thumbnail back and forth between her chin and bottom lip. Her cheeks are flushed and one leg is pulled protectively into her chest, the other planted on the floor in case she needs to make a hasty escape.

They’re half way through a game of Guess Who, played by just the two of them since Alex and Sam had to cancel on gamenight last minute. On Lena’s first turn to guess she began to stumble, unable to get her words out without them all getting tangled on her tongue.

By the third round of guesses, she can tell Kara’s noticing– can tell she’s thinking about it which is even worse. When she finally asks, all Lena wants to do is put her head under a pillow and suffocate until she dies.

“I- I’m okay,” Lena says. She looks down and blushes even harder.

The last time she spoke to someone about this she was only fifteen– speaking to yet another psychiatric evaluator so Lillian could get to the bottom of whatever the hell was wrong with her.

She isn’t in the mood to bring it up again. She doesn’t even know how.

After all, they never found anything. After the diagnosis of a speech disorder at four and years of therapy that followed, no further conclusions were made. The lack of answers had always enraged Lillian– no child should’ve been behaving the way Lena did, which meant there had to have been some sort of malformation or contingency causing her to be so… her.

“Are you sure?” Kara asks and for a second, Lena feels herself melt a bit. “You can tell me if there is.”

Lena nods.

It’s been ten years and she still isn’t sure how she felt about the whole thing. She makes sure to stay hyper-conscious of each word she speaks and each action she makes to avoid the same mistakes she’d made with the Luthors. So that nobody else will ever look at her again and think yes, she must be a bit screwy in the head or wonder why she can’t just be normal.

She’d always thought she’d done an okay job of it but clearly, it can’t be that true if Kara’s picking up on it.

But even if Lena wanted to explain, it isn’t like she can.

The only solid feelings she has are ones of hatred. Hatred towards the doctors who ran test after test only to tell her mother she was probably just a bit slow and hatred towards herself for still slipping up, even after years of correctional therapy.

“I- it’s not a- a thing,” Lena says. She curses herself for slipping already and looks down, pursing her lips with disdain. “It’s just…”

Her head tilts her head so she can watch Kara out of the corner of her eyes and for a second, she wonders which will be worse; the stopping and starting, the slow, delayed, speech that Lillian always chastised her for, or to get it all out at once and trip over every last letter in the process.

Lena sighs.

She’s aware that to an extent Kara knows something’s up. Knows that sometimes Lena will make up an excuse then hang up the phone at random or cancel plans sporadically without any explanation at all. She knows that if they have movie nights after a particularly long day, Lena will avoid having to speak to her by pointing or gesturing whenever asked a question.

She isn’t the most subtle person in the world– Lena’s painfully aware of that. She hates it almost as much as everything else.

“I ha– I have a st- s…” Lena looks down and she’s pretty sure if she gets any hotter, she’ll actually explode. The fact that she’s stuttering on the word stutter just the cherry on top of it all. “A st- stutter.”

Kara doesn’t respond. Lena can tell from her expression she’s doing her best to process it.

“It’s not n- n- normally this bad. It comes out when I’m s- stressed.”

Kara nods. “Are you stressed now?”

She regrets it as soon as she says it and wants to clap herself in the forehead because what do you think? She’s stuttering right now for the fun of it?

“Sorry, that– that was a stupid question,” she quickly retracts with a nervous laugh. “I just… I don’t know, I never put it together, I guess?”

“It’s okay,” Lena says. She smiles, for some reason relieved that Kara seems to be just as uncomfortable as she is. “But I guess so. Ki- ind of. Not ab- b- bout you.”

She sees Kara perk up at the last bit and for a second, Lena feels like a weight’s lifted from her shoulders. Like she hasn’t really done anything wrong.

“Do you… wanna tell me about it?” Kara asks. She tilts her head, watching the way Lena twirls her hair anxiously around her finger. Like she wants to say something but is still trying to refrain.

“I um, sure,” Lena decides. “I was diagnosed when I was four. After I was ad- a- adopted. I tr- tripped over my words a lot. Lillian always thought it would get better, or that I was going through a p- p- phase but it… it wasn’t.”

Kara nods and Lena exhales, turning her focus back to the hair wrapped tightly around her fingertip which she slowly unravels.

“So she took me to a few doctors. A speech pathologist and a psychiatrist. I was… I was supposed to talk– to talk to them. But I was s- so…”

She pauses again and draws in a breath, pretending to be fascinated with the split ends she’s gotten from straightening her hair so often.

“So em- emb- b…” Lena huffs with frustration. She can feel it getting worse– knows the more she obsesses over it the harder it will be to control, which only makes her want to obsess over it more. “Embarrassed that I just didn’t say anything. They m- managed to trick me with different games. At the end, they told her I had a childhood o- onset fluency dis- disorder.”

Picking at a pill on her jeans, Lena forces a smile so she won’t look too upset. She still has vague, foggy memories of sitting alone in the room at the kid-sized table with the psychiatrist, clamping her mouth shut as tightly as she could to keep from speaking. To keep from slipping up and getting spanked the way she was at home.

“I ha- ad to go to speech therapy e- e- every day after school until I was ten.”

“Wow,” Kara says, her voice soft. “That’s… a lot of therapy.”

Lena nods and laughs. “You have no idea.”

“Did it end up helping?” Kara asks. “I mean– it must’ve, I haven’t noticed anything different about your speech until now.”

Lena shrugs. “It did and it didn’t. I think I mostly grew out of it.”

She pauses again, wondering if she’s allowed to keep going. She’s never been allowed to acknowledge it before and for whatever reason… it almost feels good? Not the stuttering in front of Kara part– that, Lena still wants to smack herself for. But being able to explain out loud what happened, to talk about the part of her that’s been the biggest red stamp on her life for so long– it pains her to know that after this she’ll have to put it all away again.

“I- I can stop now if you don’t want to hear the rest,” she says after a moment. “I- I know it’s a lot and I don’t want to overwhelm you over anything.”

But Kara doesn’t seem bothered. She reclines against the sofa a bit to make herself comfortable then gestures for Lena to continue if she’d like.

“I’m your friend,” she says. “I want to hear this stuff if you wanna tell me. Even if it’s embarrassing, it’s a piece of you.”

“Yeah,” Lena scoffs. “A piece that should’ve been nipped in the butt years ago.”

“No, seriously– I mean it. I appreciate you telling me this,” Kara continues, her voice firm yet kind. “I know you and I know talking about yourself and your past doesn’t come easy. It means a lot that you trust me enough to share it.”

Bowing her head, Lena feels all the color return to her cheeks.

“Really?”

“Yeah, of course. I care about you, Lena,” Kara says. She smiles, expression soft, and reaches her hand across the couch.

Lena feels her heart swell as she takes it, smiling as Kara gives her a squeeze.

“Well… I um… it comes out when I’m nervous,” Lena says. She looks away, chewing the inside of her mouth. “O- or when I’m… if I’m o- overw- w-whelmed with a- any sort of fe- feeling. Normally if– if I stop and t- take a minute I can get it un- under control. But I try not to do that b- be- because then people cut me off.”

People cut her off when she struggles with a word for too long either way but Lena leaves that part out, not wanting Kara to feel bad for her.

“S- sometimes if I- I know I’m gonna be tripping up a- a lot then I just won’t talk. I- it just feels e- easier.”

Kara nods. She definitely understands that part.

“W- when I was s- six I s- st- stopped speaking e- entirely because I was just so t- tired of sp- s- speech therapy. Lillian took me b- back to the doctor and they said I had… have selective m- mutism.”

“Is that why when we hang out you go quiet sometimes?”

Lena hesitates for a second then gives a shy nod. Her heart is pounding so hard it feels like it’s going to burst out of her chest. She never stutters in front of Kara, not like this. She never does it front of anyone, after years with the Luthor’s she’d somehow always managed to work around it.

Biting her bottom lip, Lena looks down at her fingers, which have been intertwined with Kara’s.

She knows she can’t tell her that more often than not when she trips up around her it’s because of how excited she is. Because she spends days (weeks) looking forward to their sleepovers and movie nights, because she thinks about them for far longer than she’d ever be able to admit, and just wants to do well enough that Kara will invite her over for another one.

She wants to be good so badly that it takes up all the space in her brain and makes it impossible to think about anything else

And so she stutters.

She stutters because she can’t think straight. Because she’s so happy to have a friend and even happier that it’s Kara. And more than anything, because she’s afraid of losing her.

But the stutter is childish and so unlike a Luthor all Lena can do to fight it is shut down. She hates it and she always has.

“It’s not intentional,” Lena says after a while. “I- I can’t really st- stop myself when it hap- p-pens.”

For a second, she wonders if she should tell Kara that sometimes when it happens, it’s because she thinks she’ll bother her less if she’s quiet than stumbling. She quickly pushes the thought down, telling herself Kara will think it’s too much (that she’s too much).

“Is there anything I can do to make it easier?” Kara asks. It’s a question that makes Lena’s heart skip a beat because god, nobody’s ever cared enough to ask. That and she wants to kick herself for making assumptions. “If you’re stuttering or if you’re silent?”

“Um… I r- re- really don’t kn- k- know,” Lena admits, bashful as she averts her gaze. “I haven’t tho- ou- thought about it. Just…”

She stops again and for a second, can’t help but wonder if she’s asking for too much.

“I always know what I want to say. Even when my s- stutter is bad. So don’t… please don’t finish my sentences or try to speak for me. It doesn’t help when p- people do that. I- it just makes it feel like they think I’m incapable.”

Kara nods.

“In the same vain, when it’s happening a lot, I’m already aware of it. M- my parents used to point it out and that… it only m- made it worse. You don’t n- need to tell me if I’m stuttering more than usual, it’s not helpful.”

“I’m sorry your parents used to do that,” Kara says softly.

She wants to say more but before she can, Lena’s shrugging it off like it’s nothing.

“Yeah, well, they did a lot worse,” she says with a laugh. “The stutter thing is hardly the tip of the iceberg.”

“That doesn’t make it better.”

Lena just hums, not wanting to argue.

“So…” she says after a while. “Wanna get back to the game?”

Kara nods and smiles. “Of course.”

[dancedance-resolution]

Thinking about Lena and Kara as the best parents!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Zora’s finally down,” Kara announces with a whisper, exhaustedly flopping onto her end of the couch. “Ten p.m., and all the kids are unconscious.”

Lena snorts, shifting a bit so she can comfortably curl up on her end. She props herself up with a few rearranged pillows and stretches out until her achy feet rest in Kara’s lap. “God, don’t say it like that.”

“Pretty good for our first time babysitting all four of them though, huh?” Kara counters with a grin. Her hands instinctively move to rub her wife’s swollen feet, sore from an afternoon of chasing around Esme, her new foster sister, and James’s six-year-old twins.

Lena hums, eyes sinking shut as she relaxes under Kara’s touch. “I suppose so.”

“And hey, we learned our lesson—no apple juice squirt guns.”

“No apple juice squirt guns,” Lena sleepily agrees.

“And no using any words found in the ‘Baby Shark’ lexicon during homework time.”

Lena nods solemnly. “Good lord, no more ‘Baby Shark’.”

“I know, baby, I know,” Kara commiserates with an affectionate little giggle. She scooches towards Lena and presses a slow kiss of condolence to her forehead.

“Hand me my wine, darling?”

“Of course.”

Lena accepts the beverage with an exhaled thank you, then brings the glass to her lips and takes a healthy sip of the deep crimson elixir.

Kara must notice her grimace as she swallows the drink, judging by her sympathetic chuckle. “That bad?”

Lena makes an affirmative noise. “Just doesn’t taste the same without alcohol in it.”

Kara leans into her wife’s side, smiles softly when Lena rests her head on her shoulder. “‘s worth it though, right?” She moves her left hand to gently scratch at the base of Lena’s scalp.

“So worth it,” Lena whispers, fighting off her tiredness long enough to open her eyes and gaze up at her wife. Mindlessly, she reaches for Kara’s unoccupied hand, and taking it in hers, places it atop her eight-and-a-half-month bump.

“So worth it.”

- - -

The steady rhythm of Kara’s breath has nearly lulled Lena to sleep when the thought suddenly pops into her brain. “Hey, Kara?” she lazily inquires, audibly drifting off as she speaks.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Did we ever find the apple juice?”

Kara smooths her hand over Lena’s bump in soothing circles, yawning as she snuggles impossibly closer to her cuddly wife. She drowsily half-ponders the question for a few moments before letting out a sleepy hum. “We’re gonna be the best parents.”

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[karanna1]

When Kara finally got home late that night (rather early that morning), she found Lena asleep on the couch after what appeared to be consuming half a bottle of wine. Just further evidence of how they’d both had a pretty lousy day.

She showered and dressed for bed in a flash, which then led to her stuck midway between the bedroom and Lena who was still blissfully sprawled out on the couch in sweats she’d clearly pilfered from Kara’s wardrobe.

Should she carry her to bed? It would wake her. She looked so peaceful. And if her day was half as bad as Kara’s, she didn’t want to disturb her.

But...

Kara turned off the lights and laid down next to her on the couch. Wrapping around her snugly, an easy roll had Kara slip underneath with Lena half on top, comfortably ensconced in Kara’s arms, her head pillowed on her chest. Lena stirred just enough to mumble something incoherent, but she seemed to know it was Kara without waking fully, and clutched at her with a contented little sigh before falling back into a deep slumber.

It felt like her heart might burst and melt from happiness all at once. Kara nosed into Lena’s hair and breathed her in, finally ready to leave the day behind them both.

--

Lena shifted on top of her sleepily, but it was the groan got her attention. Kara’s eyes snapped open, awake in an instant. It’d only been a couple hours, but the sun had already risen.

“Are you all right?”

“Just casualties of falling asleep on a couch.” Her sleep mussed hair was draped over half her face. “These human muscles of mine are not faring well.” She huffed. “Why did you let me do this to myself?”

“Me?”

“Yes, you,” Lena grumbled. She planted a hand on Kara’s chest and awkwardly pushed herself into a sitting position, rubbing the back of her neck with a grimace. “Why didn’t you just carry me to bed?”

Kara felt her cheeks heat slightly. “I...I didn’t know what you would want so I just...” She trailed off with a helpless gesture.

Lena looked down at their entangled predicament in the early morning light, blearily rubbing her eyes, and tried to stretch her back with another stifled groan.

“I’m sorry,” Kara said dolefully and reached for her waist, “I should have--”

Lena’s hand over her mouth cut off the rest. “Darling, if I ever make the mistake of falling asleep somewhere that is not a warm and comfortable bed, I give you my most enthusiastic and hearty consent in perpetuity to carry me there.”

Grinning, Kara parted her lips with her own in a deep, luxurious, and decidedly enthusiastic kiss.

“Noted.”

Heads touching with a sweet nuzzle of noses, Lena’s adoring gaze washed over her with more warmth than the morning sun could ever hope for. Lazy fingers combed through silky dark hair.

“Can I take you there now?”

“And then to a chiropractor later.”

Kara frowned. “You humans are so fragile.”

“You take good care of us anyway.”

With Lena cradled securely in her arms, she rose from the couch. “I’ll have to do better with one in particular.”

“This particular one is starting to feel better already.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yes.”

[justamessatthispoint]

Supercorp Cliche Drabbles 

1. What goes around comes around 

Kara had never been one to think of consequences. Generally preferring a ‘punch first, ask later’ sort of approach. But this situation she’d dug herself into with Lena seemed to involve no punching and all asking, and Kara is thoroughly out of her element. fighting she could handle, she’s always fighting something, but talking? No, talking was different. 

It wasn’t always like this, Lena and Kara used to never be able to shut up. Lingering in doorways and whispering on late night calls. But conversation had stalled, and Kara could see day by day how Lena was slowly rebuilding the walls around her heart. she should've done something sooner, she should've let her in, before lex had locked her out. She should’ve seen this coming, thought more about the hole she was digging herself at the time. But she failed. So, she stands on Lena’s balcony, with her hands on her hips and her family crest on her chest and hopes that Lena will open her door to her again. 

“You should leave.” The brunette’s voice floats through the glass from where she sits in her living room, watching the superhero pace. “I can’t have this conversation again, I can’t fight with you anymore.” 

“I don’t want to fight you.” Kara states, staring through the glass, “but I’m not leaving you.” 

There's a shift to the way Lena sits, curling legs up and under herself, and running her hands through her hair. 

She looks so small. 

“You should’ve told me.” Lena doesn’t look at her, taking into her book. 

“I know.” 

“I thought you were different.” 

“I know.” 

“I shouldn’t have had to find out from my dying maniac brother.” 

“I know.” Kara lets her hands fall from her hips, letting her shoulders relax as she attempts to regain her confidence. “I did it because I care about you.” Lena spares her a glance but it’s too fleeting for Kara to be able to read her face. She steps closer, hand pressing to the glass. “I did it because I love you.” 

“I know.” Lena whispers as she looks up but doesn’t move towards her, doesn’t even close her book. “But I need time.” She looks at her now, really looks at her, the first true eye contact since the reveal and there's glass in between them. Kara could break the lock. give in to her instincts and let herself in, finally close this distance between them. “And I need space.” Lena finishes, closing her book and carefully sitting herself up. 

“Please.” Kara slides herself down, all her  energy pouring from her, jelly legged and shaking. “Don’t make me leave you.” There’s tears in both their eyes as Lena watches her, a hero on her knees. 

It makes Lena stand, walking slowly to sit beside her on the other side of the glass, “I know you didn’t want to,” Lena crosses her legs, picking at a stray thread at the hem of her pants. “But you hurt me Kara.” The glass is cool where Kara rests her forehead, blonde hair sticking to her face where it catches in her tears. She’d never wanted any of this to happen, it shouldn’t have been this way. “Let me heal.” Lena whispers slumping to meet her through the glass. Forehead to forehead. “Please. Let me heal.” 

[wikiblair]

You know, I am definitely not a writer. I don´t know how to spin a story with beginning, middle and meaningfull end (every time I am trying to write something I get tangled up in a plot and every inspiration goes to hell). But time to time I have this little scenes in my head and I think it´s time I put them out..

There is lazy sunday morning in National City. Sun is shining through the curtains of a window in high level appartment. One rustive beam finds it´s way straight to Kara´s face and wakes her up. She doesen´t want to. Especially when she knows this would be one of a very few calm days in her life. Well there is always a chance for Supergirl emergency, but otherwise it should be one of those lazy days which she plan to spend in her apartment. When Kara turns her head slightly to the right side, she saw pool of dark head. She smiles to herself. One year ago it seems impossible for her to be here, in her bed with woman she loves. And yet here they are. Happy and in love.

“Good morning”  said voice raspy with sleep . Kara smiles brighter. “Good morning. What are you doing up?” “Well, somebody is thinking so loud it woke me” came the mischievous reply. “What are you thinking about Kara?” come the soft question acompanied by soft hair tuck behind Kara´s ear. “Truth? About this. About us. About how much I can´t get enough of this. Of you in my bed next to me, sleeping peacefully. About how beautifull you look when you sleep with carefreenes and without fear. It seems almost imposibble we achive something like this. And I don´t want it to end. Ever. I love you Lena Luthor. More than I thought I would be able to love somebody.”

“And I love you Kara Zor-El. You definitely make my life brighter with every minute we are together. Even though it seems impossible few years ago. Hell even one year from now it seems like we would never overcome that barrier that rise between us. But I am so happy we made it.” Lena softly kiss Kara´s temple. “I know you are not very happy when somebody saying that but in my case it´s true. You are my sun. Your light shine through the darkness of my mind and of my soul. And I would be forever gratefull you never gave up on me. Even when things were at worst and I would definitely deseved to be gave up on and locked in some dark hole. Thank you for believing in me.” “Always”. Kara turn her head slightly and acompany her last words with soft kiss on Lena´s lips. “It´s still too early. Let´s go back to sleep, what do you say?” “Gladly, when I know that when I wake up, you still be here with me.”. Not long after that they both fall in peacefull happy sleep in each others arms.