supergirl aesthetic: kara danvers & cat grant
my secret weapon, my guardian angel
Tag: supercat
Prompt: SuperCat slightly future fic – Kara has seasoned as a reporter and her most recent promotion has her covering the White House beat (we’ll assume Olivia won re-election & is serving a second term).
“…and finally, they invited Allison Janney to the Correspondents’ Dinner again, so some of the guys were wondering if they could get a snap of you two together. Meta, you know?”
God, Cat can’t stand this assistant. She’s at the mercy of the DNC for staffing her office, but given that she’s the first Press Secretary in the modern era to also serve as overall Director of Communications, her time is much too precious to waste on hiring and firing. There’s no Winslow or Kelly here to pick up the slack while she rotates assistants.
“Absolutely not. Not only can Janney drink me under a table, but she’s got about a foot on me. I don’t need that visual metaphor out in the world.”
“Of course, ma’am.” And the ma’am isn’t going anywhere, not when your new assistant is a friend of Lucy Lane’s, former JAG Corps. “Before your ten o’clock briefing, there’s just the list of the new credentials for you to familiarize yourself with.”
“Keira.” Okay, so that isn’t her name either. “I don’t need to know their names and their alma mater and which pinterest clipping they’re just super proud of. So long as they make it clear which outlet they’re from, and are willing to shun Breitbart with the rest of the room, it couldn’t possibly matter less who the new faces are.”
With that, Cat is on the march.
Supercat: Kara and Carter have a surprise for Cat.
“Are you sure she’ll like it?” Kara asks, nervously surveying the table in front of them. It looks perfect to her, but she can’t shake the feeling that something is missing. There’s probably nothing, but she needs tonight to be just right.
“Kara, relax,” Carter says, reaching out to place a hand on her shoulder. “It’s great, and she’s gonna love it. You’ll see.”
Kara nods, hoping he’s right. She doesn’t know what she would have done without his help over the past few weeks. The sheer amount of planning that’s gone into this is enough to make her head spin when she thinks about it all.
“Okay, what time is it?” She asks, straightening one of the candlesticks slightly when she notices it’s out of alignment.
“Um, just after five,” Carter responds, checking his watch. “You should have about half an hour to get ready. I’ll be in my room packing an overnight bag.”
“I don’t want you to feel like we’re kicking you out,” Kara says guiltily. She’s the newcomer in this household after all. Carter has never seemed upset about making space for her, but she doesn’t want to push it. Whatever it takes to make sure he’s comfortable in his home, she’ll do it.
That’s why she’s so grateful he’d been willing to help her with this. Not only could she not have done it without him, but his acceptance means the world to her. He’s been almost as excited the entire time, suggesting new ideas and helping refine the plan until Kara knows it’s the best possible.
“I know,” Carter says, shooting her a grossed out look. “But I also know I’d rather be at Alex’s tonight.”
Kara blushes, both embarrassed by the comment and wishing she shared his confidence. She still can’t help but wonder if she’s misreading everything, if the night’s going to end horribly and ruin everything.
“Kara, relax,” Carter says when he notices that she isn’t breathing. “You’ve got this, yeah? There’s no way anything can go wrong tonight.”
“And what exactly is so special about tonight?” Cat says from the doorway, looking at them with an arched brow and the hint of a smile lingering around her lips. “Please tell me Kara didn’t try to cook for us again.”
“Cat, you’re home!” Kara yelps, shifting uselessly in an attempt to hide the table. “Um, why are you home? Jackson was supposed to pick you up in ten minutes.”
“I finished up early and decided to make an early night of it. I didn’t expect to find the two of you plotting without me.” Cat looks challenging now, hip cocked that way Kara can never resist, and a smirk on her face that spells trouble in all the best ways. “You planning something over there?”
“Oh, um, no?” Kara squeaks out, sending a pleading look Carter’s way.
“So you don’t have anything to ask me?” Cat says, stalking slowly forward without taking her eyes off of Kara. “You haven’t been planning this for weeks, roping my son into it, and utterly failing to keep anything resembling a secret? Are you sure you don’t have a question for me, Supergirl?”
“Marry me?” Kara blurts out, clapping her hands over her mouth as the words escape. She’d had a plan, dammit. A full speech, a wonderful dinner (that Carter had cooked for her after she’d revealed her intention to try for herself), and the best vintage of wine she could track down.
And then she’d gone and blurted it out without a single thought.
She can see Carter in her peripheral vision, shaking his head and mouthing “smooth” at her. But most of her focus is on Cat, who had finally made it across the room to stand just in front of her, an unreadable expression on her face.
“Well, you get not points for delivery,” she says eventually, the mask breaking into a soft and genuine smile. “But I think this might still be the best proposal I’ve received.”
“Is that a yes?” Kara asks quietly, heart beating somewhere in her throat as she waits for the answer.
“Of course it’s a yes,” Cat says, reaching out and pulling Kara into a fierce kiss that’s a vow all it’s own.
Kara isn’t sure how long the kiss lasts, but by the time she pulls back Carter has finished packing his overnight bag and is waiting by the door with his headphones in, studiously looking down at his phone and anywhere but towards the dining room.
“Congratulations,” he says when Cat sends him a text, pulling one of the earbuds out and sending them a broad grin. “But I think that’s my cue to leave.”
Not a Sleepover (Supercat)
i had a short conversation about supercat and painting each other’s nails with @lost-your-memory that eventually actually got turned into a ficlet which is a Miracle
“What are we supposed to do now? Paint each other’s nail? Pillow fight? Gossip about boys?” Cat peeked out the window, barely pulling the curtains open.
Kara blushed, thinking about how boys had hardly been on her mind since Cat had changed into those tiny sleep shorts and started impatiently pacing the hotel room. They’d only been stuck there for three hours, but Cat had already had enough. A hundred hostile aliens could threaten her and she’d still never want to be put into protective custody.
“It’s just until they can figure out who tried to literally kill you, Cat. Alex says two days. Tops,” Kara said.
Kara was leaning up against the headboard of one of the two full beds, knees drawn up to her chest. She longed to be out there looking for whatever alien had covered Cat’s apartment head to toe in space goo and threatening messages, but she knew someone had to stay with the woman herself. And she didn’t fully trust a DEO agent to be able to handle… Cat. Or keep her from doing something reckless when she started to get antsy.
Supercat #28! Pretty please and thank you. ;)
28. How drunk was I?
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Kara woke with a start, popping into a sitting position. The move prompted a deep pounding in her head. With a wince, Kara pressed her fingertips to her temples. Her mouth was dry and she felt groggy and disoriented.
Able to open her eyes long enough to gather that she was on Alex’s couch, Kara shut her lids again. With a groan, she collapsed back onto the sofa. Apparently her second time drinking the Aldebaran rum had gone worse than the first.
ᴇ ʟ ᴍ ᴀ ʏ ᴀ ʀ ᴀ ʜ — it means stronger together
when ‘kara’ and ‘lucy’ are too close together in your contacts
↳ thanks to @fictorium for all her help
OMFG I CAN’T 😂😂😂😂😂
supercat, cat wearing kara’s clothes?
Kara wakes up smiling, the gentle sunlight that breaks through the curtains like a new caress on her face. It’s a moment of stillness before Cat’s ringtone shatters the peace.
“Hnf?” Is how Cat answers, peeling herself away from Kara’s naked body. They never sleep over here, but last night’s date had devolved into wine and candles on the roof of Kara’s building, due to half of the city being rendered temporarily shutdown and without power. They’d made the most of it anyway, and as Kara realized she couldn’t hear the voice on the other end of Cat’s call, so too she realized that her powers were blown.
Well. Cat had been quite enthusiastic, and there are definitely scorch marks on the ceiling again, which suggests they maybe went a little too hard again. It’s just so hard not to. Honestly, after the week she’s had fighting crime, Kara is a little relieved to have even a few hours of peace. It’s hard to explain what it’s like living with the ability to hear everything that goes wrong, in real time.
Kara is nervous about spending her first thanksgiving with Cat’s family instead of the Danvers. (She’s torn between loving the Grants so much and missing her familiar routines & traditions)
They’re picking out Halloween pumpkins when Cat casually mentions it, leaning against the barn door at the farmers’ market that’s the only acceptable place to pick out seasonal produce. She has her sunglasses on despite the gloom, despite the fact Kara points out they draw more attention than not wearing them would. Cat has her habits, and she’s dealt with fame far longer than she cares to talk about, so Kara lets her be.
“It’s my year, with Carter. I had Christmas last year, so Thanksgiving this one. We don’t usually do much, just the two of us. Still, I thought you’d like to be part of it?”
Kara’s heart sinks just a fraction as she smiles. Cat has gotten much better at asking instead of just making hurricane-like plans and sweeping Kara up in them. They’ve been dating since the spring, and it’s a semi-public secret that Kara isn’t sure how they’re pulling off, but she’ll endure just about anything from paparazzi or the internet for the sudden feeling of Cat’s arm around her waist, pulling Kara close.
Question of Smoke 