1×19 // 2×02
#No one on Meryl’s green earth will ever convince me#that Cat didn’t realize with perfect clarity that Supergirl was absolutely undeniably Kara#during that Cat/Supergirl hug in 1×19 #look at her face in that scene#i’ve watched it countless times over #and that’s what it says to me every time#she melts into the comfort of an embrace when Supergirl pulls her in#but then there it is #that moment#that slow opening of her eyes again over Supergirl’s shoulders#as the scent of a shampoo of a perfume of a person she knows all too well#washes over her #and she KNOWS #without a doubt #it IS Kara#and there is nothing she can do in that moment but be AWARE#so painfully wonderfully terrifyingly aware#and while Cat cares about Supergirl certainly#it is that realization that the person in her arms in that cape#the person who is their only hope even if it means her doom #is Kara Danvers#the girl who cares for her and takes care of her#the girl who wriggled her way into Cat’s heart#the girl who Cat considers close important FAMILY#it is THAT realization that makes her tug Supergirl closer#that makes her squeeze her tighter #that makes her not want to let go#she goes into that hug with Supergirl gently until she realizes it is Kara and tightens her grip#she goes into the 2×02 hug with Kara with full abandon–with want and relief and comfort and love#never doubt who is in Cat’s heart – it’s always been Kara Danvers (via @chrmdpoet)
Tag: supercat
that time my little AU world had it’s own AU
You, my dear, are on a hero’s journey.
I’M IN LOVE??¿¿
jbthegift
replied to your post “Flash Fiction”How about for Supercat: “Cat’s got a gun.” I’d be thrilled with any Supercat though, honestly 🙂
Kara rushed from the ballroom, nearly tripping in the heels that should not have been a mandatory part of her outfit that evening. They were four inches tall, which made her tower over most everyone, and seemed to defy the natural order of things more than she did. She caught her balance before taking a very embarrassing spill in front of very large names in the publishing business and hurried to the coat room. Cat needed the pills from her purse–that she had, of course, checked at the beginning of the evening. Her phone had been stashed in Kara’s clutch so that she could be free to mingle and schmooze, and do whatever it was people did at parties like this. Kara didn’t know; this was her first, and despite Cat’s guidance, she felt out of place.
The attendant fetched the purse for her, and she undid the delicate golden latches. She reached inside and rooted about for the bottle; when her hand tapped into something hard and cold, she froze. Tipping her glasses down her nose, she narrowed her eyes and searched the purse. Withdrawing her hand in a quick snap, she tried to process the fact that her boss–that Cat Grant, media magnate, Queen of All Media, and self-professed die-hard liberal Democrat–had a gun.
#so ive been thinking about this scene a lot and let me just ask this question#why on god’s green earth would cat grant#ceo of a multi billion dollar company and notoriously independent businesswoman#would require the help of her lowly assistant to put on her shoes in the middle of the day#when the couch is LITERALLY RIGHT THERE #RIGHT. THERE.#she could have just sat down and put them on without any help at all which#we all know is exactly what she would have done had it been anyone else standing next to her#conclusin this whole scene is literally just one big fat excuse for catherine to fondle her assistant pass it on#(also kara is no better like they are not even trying anymore what the actual fuck?)#???????? (via @racheltuckerrr)
WAIT, I rescind my last one (unless you wanna combine with this one which is poignant to me atm:) “I can’t remember the last time I was happy.” Hurt/Comfort.
Cat has had more than a few lovers in her time. Some casual, some serious, some whose names she couldn’t remember once the alcohol was out of her system. She was a woman who knew what she wanted, and when she wanted sex she wasn’t afraid to go get it, nor did she see any reason to be ashamed of that fact.
But for all her partners and all her experience, she’d never had someone cry in her arms afterwards. And she didn’t think it was the sex itself, not if the sounds she’d elicited were any indication. Everything had seemed fine up until this point.
“Kara, what is it?” Cat asked softly, hoping she hadn’t misread everything about the evening.
Their impromptu date had been lovely, and Kara had seemed to be enjoying herself. They’d eaten at a restaurant Cat would normally never give a second glance but that turned out to be delicious, and they’d lingered over their meal for hours as the place slowly emptied around them. And once they’d left so the staff could lock up, they’d ended up at Kara’s apartment without quite realizing, and from there it had been a short journey to the bed.
But now Kara is crying, and Cat has no idea what to do other than hold her close and hope her presence isn’t doing more harm than good.
“I can’t remember the last time I was happy, before tonight,” Kara whispers eventually, once her tears have tapered off. “This doesn’t even feel real, I keep expecting to wake up.”
It’s the easiest thing in the world to pull Kara closer into her side, pushing away whatever doubts or reservations might try to talk her out of this. There might be a thousand reasons to run, but Kara needs her, and that’s all the reason Cat needs to stay.
“When you wake up, I’ll be right here,” Cat promises, knowing she’ll do whatever it takes to keep this one. She’d walked away from Kara once before, and that had been one time too many. This time, she’s here to stay.
“I can’t sleep without you here” Hmm…FLUFFY????
It should be ridiculous, how long Cat tosses and turns before giving in. She’s slept alone before, dammit. It’s not like this is anything new. And it’s not like this thing with Kara is serious yet. Definitely not serious enough that she should even be considering calling the younger woman and asking her to come over. Just because she’s dating a superhero doesn’t mean she should take advantage of that fact while she’s stuck overseas on business. Surely there’s a date timeline on when that’s appropriate? Considering they’re still on official date three, calling Kara just because she’s a little lonely seems a bit needy.
True, the number of official dates is only low because of repeated cancellations from one or the other of them. The city needs saved on a regular basis after all, and so does Cat’s empire. It’s hard to schedule evenings out around those pressures. But ever since that second date, several months ago, Kara had been given a standing invitation to sneak in through Cat’s balcony door whenever she finished with the latest villain of the week. An invitation she’d taken more often than not.
Which led Cat to her current dilemma. She was too used to Kara’s warmth next to her, and between that and the stress of this trip she’s struggling to relax enough for sleep to come. And knowing that Kara can make it to her hotel room in less than ten minutes is not helping.
After a few more unsuccessful attempts to fall asleep, Cat gives in. “I can’t sleep without you here…” is all her text says, but she knows it will be enough. Kara hasn’t let her down yet, after all.
Kara loves painting all the leaves from fall and Cat likes to watch her? (If you’re still accepting prompts! Ps. You’re amazing byeeee)
Cat runs out of patience at approximately eleven thirty in the morning on Thursday–when all her departments are supposed to have layout and content finalized for the weekend edition. Instead, all she has in her inbox are excuses. She has two real choices, as she sees it: she can fire everyone in a fit of pique or she can excuse herself from the building before she burns down her empire. She sends out a threatening e-mail, telling everyone that if their work is not completed by midnight, they ought to start looking for new employment, and then takes her private elevator down to her town car.
She eases her sunglasses onto the thin bridge of her nose and zips across town, following a very familiar route. The closer she gets, the more relaxed she feels. By the time she steps out onto the curb, her shoulders have lowered away from her ears, and she’s no longer grinding her teeth. As she pushes the glass door open, she listens to the tingle of the bell and waits for her arrival to be noted. She waits for thirty seconds and then strolls inward. The studio at the back of the building is bright with a large wall of windows letting in natural light while giving the resident a great, unrestricted view of the park beyond.
#where siobhan is me
Question of Smoke 