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thank you fic #4 – post-Myriad supercat

coop-writes:

This is for the amazing amazing @actualhumangirl, who asked for a Supercat get-together post Myriad. I hope this is what you wanted darling!! ❤

When Kara gets back to work, she’s kind of expecting Cat to yell at her. The thing is, Myriad had been a special circumstance, obviously, but Kara had been in full-on Supergirl mode the entire time, and then she’d been in a horrible almost-died-and-then-got-rammed-back-through-earth’s-atmosphere-as-the-hood-ornament-on-her-own-spaceship coma, which means that she hasn’t actually been to work at CatCo in an entire week.

So, yes, extenuating circumstances, but she’s still expecting to get yelled at – yelling is just how Cat shows her worry, shows that she cares. Instead Cat throws all her things into a box, acts like she’s firing her, and gives her an office and a promotion. Unexpected.

Kara stays in her new office for a long time afterwards, setting up her meager box of things. (Not her burrito – that she eats. It’s only a little covered in box dust.)

It’s hard to know how to feel. When she thought she was going to die – and before that, when she and Cat spoke on the balcony –

It has just been A Week, that’s all. She doesn’t know how to feel about this promotion, or this office. She doesn’t know what she wants. She doesn’t know how to give up being by Cat’s side all the time. She –

She doesn’t know why it was so easy for her to make peace with killing herself.

She doesn’t know what to do with this odd, niggling disappointment that she’s still here, that she’s not with her family in Rao’s light.

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fic: stack the deck with wild cards (supergirl; kara/cat)

maladyofthequotidian:

Happy birthday to my loveliest, @mermaidandthedrunks! I meant to write you a much longer and much higher quality fic, but obviously I procrastinated too much and ran out of time. And whatever, you’re like fine. I guess I think you’re okay. So this is an okay fic for an okay person with an okay face who I miss an okay amount. (JK, but seriously, THIS FIC IS NOT VERY GOOD AND I AM SORRY.)

Title from The Fool by Ryn Weaver. Many thanks to @grevgrev for beta-ing and cheerleading. 🙂

Supergirl starts visiting Cat every week. She drops down on the CatCo balcony, silhouetted by the fire red glow of the sunset. Sometimes she wants to talk; sometimes she doesn’t. It doesn’t matter to Cat either way. The idea of being, well, friends with a superhero is already incredible enough. Celebrities have never really fazed Cat – well, there was maybe that time she met Hillary Clinton early on her in career – but by now it’s old news. But seeing Supergirl week after week, talking to her, that feels powerful. Beneath that S on her chest is an alien. Someone not from this terrestrial planet they call home.

She doesn’t mean to do it, but Cat starts waiting for Supergirl’s visits. She anticipates them with a buzzing urgency that grows louder as the week progresses. Cat lingers in her office until everyone else has packed up and left, using layouts and editing as an excuse to watch for the flutter of Supergirl’s cape out of the corner of her eye. She wishes she were better about catching Supergirl before she approaches – Cat likes to watch her land, touch down on the balcony so naturally. She doesn’t even have to think about it. There’s something marvelous about how graceful it is.

Tonight Cat catches her seconds after she arrives. Cat smoothes a hand across the side of her pencil skirt, picks up her drink, and pushes open the glass door. Supergirl’s in a contemplative silence sort of mood, and they sit quietly for a few minutes, both looking over the city. Cat watches the cars and people, miniature from above, go about their business, unaware of Supergirl’s gaze.

“You must have work to do,” Supergirl says, breaking the moment, her hair falling forward across her face. Her muscled shoulders hunch uncertainly beneath the tight fabric of her suit.

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abydosdork:

Cat Grant and her companion Kara Danvers are scientists stationed deep beneath the barren surface of Saturn’s third moon, Titan. Their perfect world is interrupted when Maxwell Lord arrives with his strange red helper robot. The man’s fascination with the women spirals out of control just as Saturn goes into eclipse and cuts off communication with the rest of the solar system. Cat and Kara must fight the insane Lord and his killer robot running amok.

Based on Saturn 3 (1980). Max and his robot blow up. Cat takes Kara to Earth. They live happily ever after and do more crazy science.

Song prompt for Supercat. Song line: You better look before you leap, still waters run deep.

fictorium:

Cat counts the seconds between Supergirl’s vertical departure and a slightly flustered Kara running out onto the balcony.

“Keira,” she says, just once more for old time’s sake. “Thank you for making the last of the arrangements. I’m not sure that girl is competent, but she’ll be Olsen’s problem from now on.”

“I didn’t,” Kara replies, bracing herself like she’s not bulletproof.

“Didn’t what?”

“Didn’t make the arrangements. I didn’t issue the press release, I didn’t cancel your car service, I didn’t notify all department heads of the change in command.”

“Then…” Cat is at a loss. This disobedience is the last thing she expected. “What exactly did you do?”

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OH I have a prompt for you I’ve been thinking about for a while! Cat had a stutter when she was growing up that would get worse when she was nervous/anxious. Katherine was, of course, horrible about it. Cat’s spent years working on hiding it, and she’s gotten good at managing it. Something happens at the office to make Cat’s stutter remerge and Kara helps her calm down/regain her composure/deal with the embarrassment

hypnobyl:

Billy Graham-Washington was a nightmare she thought she’d
left behind in middle school.

He had been tall, sharp-jawed, and part of the school field
hockey team. More than that, his father was a senator and his mother a QVC heiress.
He wore the right clothes, had the right smile, and said the right things. And
she hated him, mostly because her mother had been so certain they were going to
get married by the end of high school. Not used to the word ‘no,’ he’d gotten
more than a little handsy with her, and by the end of eighth grade, the sight
of him was near enough to bring on an anxiety attack.

However, all that was supposed to be safely in the past. He’d
gotten married to the head cheerleader just before graduation, a month before
the birth of their first child, and she’d gone on to rule her media empire. Her
life had been perfectly Billy Graham-Washington free, until ten minutes ago
when he entered her building, rode her damn elevator to the fortieth floor, and
started chatting up her secretary.

She rifled through a drawer, found her anti-anxiety
medication, and dry swallowed two pills. Then, she propped her laptop open,
selected a financial document, and set to work pretending like she hadn’t even
noticed him outside. Whatever his business was, she wasn’t going to go out of
her way to interact with him. Of course, when he barged in minutes later, she
was forced to acknowledge his existence.

“Billy.”

He stuck his hand out. “Kitty! It’s been ages! Oh, and it’s
William now.”

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