Just Want To Remind Everyone Of This

I’ve decided that starting a 50k+ fanfic at 3 in the morning when you have to wake up early is not a rookie mistake but in fact a time honored tradition of ao3 veterans

Tradition

Something had changed.

Lena could sense it, in the kisses and the small touches, in the way Kara would watch her in the mornings as Lena slowly woke. Her girlfriend had grown more pensive, looking at Lena with curious eyes - a touch of stress on her brow.

“Are you alright?” Lena murmured one morning, as Kara brushed a stray lock of hair behind Lena’s ear.

“Yeah,” Kara said, pressing her lips briefly against Lena’s, “Just thinking.”

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Lena tried to let it go.

There was no real worry inside her. It did bother her, an itch somewhere in her mind, that Kara was holding something back. But this wasn’t like before - there was no fear or loneliness or distrust. She knew she loved Kara; she knew Kara loved her. That was all that mattered.

But she was certainly curious.

Luckily, there was always work to do to distract herself. Running the Foundation, tweaking experiments in the Tower, being a voice in Kara’s ear when the hero went out to fight. Plenty to keep herself busy in the day, before she and Kara went home at night. She could be patient.

It only took a few weeks for Kara to say something, on the couch one evening. “I promised you I would be open with you,” Kara said.

Lena glanced up, reaching her arm across to give Kara’s hand a light squeeze. “I promised that too.”

“What if I’m not supposed to be?”

Lena frowned curiously. “Kara, what’s going on?”

“It’s nothing bad,” Kara emphasized, “I just- I don’t understand Earth romance. We didn’t have that on Krypton. Parts of it are still a little alien to me.”

“Okay,” Lena mulled, trying to understand, “We can- we can talk about it? We can slow down-”

“I don’t want to slow down,” Kara said emphatically.

“What do you mean?”

Kara eyed Lena for a moment, then glanced down to her lap, shifting shyly. “If you want to spend the rest of your life with someone, shouldn’t you talk about it first?” Kara asked, “Shouldn’t they decide that together? How do you make it… a surprise?”

Oh, Lena thought, her heart fluttering lighter as she realized the source of Kara’s concern, she wants to propose.

It brought a smile to Lena. She wants to propose…

Lena leaned forward, brushing her lips to Kara’s, trying to soothe the blonde’s confusion. “We’ve talked about our lives together,” she murmured against Kara’s lips, “What we want to do, how we want to live, what it will be like to grow old. Those are the things that are important to me.”

She could feel the tension in Kara’s body dissipate, as Kara wrapped her arms around Lena, kissing her back. Lena felt herself melt into Kara’s embrace as the ardor grew, leaving thoughts of the future for some other time.

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“Could I fly you somewhere?” Kara asked one Saturday night.

Lena looked up from the couch, where she had settled in to read a book after dinner that evening. She took in Kara’s expression, watching as the blonde fidgeted shyly. Oh, Lena thought, trying not to smile, “Sure.”

Still in her pajamas - not that she minded - Lena and Kara went out to the balcony. “I’d like to blindfold you first,” Kara said shyly, and Lena nodded. The scrap of cloth went around her eyes, and she felt as Kara’s hands directed her closer, before Kara scooped her up into her arms.

She wondered how far Kara would take her, but she didn’t ask. The cool breeze of the night was a welcome relief from the warm day, and they quickly found themselves descending.

Still blindfolded, Lena felt as Kara gently set her on the ground. Blankets?, Lena thought, now sitting somewhere outside, feeling the warm and fuzzy bedding against the palms of her hands, when did she set this up…

The blindfold lifted from her face.

Lena looked around. She was indeed in a nest of blankets, giving her cozy warmth on that cool night. Her eyes drifted to the Irish pastries and wine near her feet, two glasses sitting neatly next to one another.

She glanced up, gasping softly at what lay ahead - a lake, blanketed in night, with an array of trees and stars behind it. The reservoir, she realized, recognizing their picnic spot as one she and Kara had been to a dozen times before. A place that had grown fond to them, despite their terrifying first night there.

“When I came to Earth,” Kara said nervously, kneeling next to Lena, “Everything was new, and strange. People talked about all sorts of beliefs, different types of magic. There were so many cultural practices, so many languages. It felt like I landed on hundreds of planets at once.”

Lena placed a gentle hand on Kara’s arm.

“I didn’t understand romantic love,” Kara continued, eyes glancing up to meet Lena’s, “But I started to feel it, fragments of that spark, figuring out what it meant. And then I found you, Lena. And I realized something important - that Krypton had hidden more than one type of magic.”

Lena smiled, already feeling the sting of tears in the corner of her eyes, emotion bubbling up in her chest.

“This was the place I realized it,” Kara said, looking out to the reservoir. “I was holding you above this lake, and I realized I could never let go.”

Kara hesitated, turning back towards Lena as a hand drifted to a pocket, and Kara pulled out a small black box to present to her girlfriend. “Lena Luthor,” Kara said, “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” Lena said, realizing her voice was thick with unshed tears, leaning forward to plant a kiss on Kara’s lips, “Yes, yes, yes,” she said over and over again, as Kara kissed her back, as the two pulled each other close.

When they finally broke apart, Lena laughed, as Kara struggled enthusiastically to get the ring box open, before finally sliding the ring on Lena’s finger.

Kara leaned forward again, brushing her lips one last time on Lena’s. “I hope I did that right,” she murmured.

“Darling, this was perfect,” Lena whispered back.

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY (MARCH 8, 2020)

LADIES OF THE MCU + CHOOSING TO BE A HERO

♡ sleepless nights are better with you ♡ {WandaNat}

a/n: first wandanat fic for tumblr yeehaw! I got slightly carried away but I just love writing them. My requests are officially open now so request away!

warnings: none? very mild sexual suggestions near the end; Nat and her copious pet names including bunny (zaika) for Wanda, but really this is pure fluff ♡

summary: Wanda's a soft bitch and wants to braid Natasha's hair, but she gets overwhelmed feat. protective, caring gf Nat because we love her here

words: 1.2K

masterlist. || navi. || request rules.

Even for avengers, rain brings silence. There was just enough noise to fill the void and within the depths of the compound, two of them were embracing the natural calm. Wanda had been watching some late night show, but at some point the television cut out and neither she nor Natasha minded. Their lives were so hectic, it was nice to enjoy each other’s company when they could.

Wanda sat with her weight pressed against Natasha’s firm body, head resting on her shoulder at an angle where she could stare up at her girlfriend whenever she pleased. Her fingers twirled around red hair, playing with it absentmindedly. “Your hair is getting long.”

Natasha turned to look down at Wanda, tugging playfully on a strand of Wanda’s own hair. “Oh yeah? So is yours.” A few weeks after she’d joined the team, Wanda recruited Natasha’s help to dye her hair a few shades lighter before her first day of training. Wanda felt childish asking, but she’d seen Natasha go through many hair colors back when she initially ran through her thoughts and she hoped the assassin wouldn’t enact her revenge for that by giving her a terrible dyejob. Thankfully she was right. Now her dark hair was growing back in and she was long overdue for a trim, but she still enjoyed her long length.

“I like yours better though.” Thin fingers ran more purposefully through her thick hair, sitting up on her knees to get a proper look at it. “When I met you, it was so short.”

Natasha chuckled at Wanda’s obvious awe; she had a knack for being so excited, but always with a certain mellowness and it never failed to amuse her. She was adorable. “Want to reminisce and cut it off?”

“No!” Okay, that was too fast a response. “I mean-” Wanda shrunk back, hands folding in the bedsheets below her to distance herself as far as possible from Natasha’s sweet smelling hair. Still the scent lingered in the air between them and Wanda instantly missed the closeness despite having created it herself. “Long hair looks good on you…”

Natasha seemed to be growing more wavy red hair by the week and it was rare Wanda didn’t have her hand or nose in it whenever she could get herself close enough. Suddenly, she was hyper aware of how touchy she’d been and a wave of shame washed over her, head hanging to look anywhere but the woman in front of her. Natasha saw the change clear as day across Wanda’s face and frowned; that wouldn’t do. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy Wanda’s eagerness; it was always a good little ego boost. Wanda had a way about her that made practically all of her antics endearing, but unfortunately she was stubborn and tending to close herself off over small things. A firm but gentle hand reached out to grab Wanda’s chin, ignoring the resistance and turning it towards her. “Look at me.”

Reluctantly Wanda obeyed, eyes scanning Natasha’s face for any signs of incoming admonishment. The redhead was always encouraging Wanda to be kinder to herself, she was safe with her. Still, Natasha’s face remained blank, calculating Wanda in the same way in a silent analysis. It was times like these Wanda wished she could break her promise and read her mind, but she was sure by now Natasha would’ve figured some way to reroute Wanda’s invasion even if she tried. Natasha broke first, knowing Wanda would fully clam up if she waited any longer. Full lips turned into a warm smile and her strong grip went into a soft caress of her girlfriend’s impossibly soft cheek. “What’s on your mind, zaika?”

“U-Uh..” It took everything in her not to whimper at the nickname- Natasha knew how weak Wanda became as soon as they passed her lips. A completely unfair attack.

“I would like to braid your hair.” She could barely make out her own voice over the boom of thunder that rang outside, but the knowing smirk on Natasha’s face told her she’d been heard.

“Why didn’t you just say so?” Natasha was brimming with teasing remarks. She could poke fun at her for the cute pout twisting her lips, the soft curve of her eyebrows that gave away how hard she was thinking, anything about how small she looked waiting for Natasha to say something past her question- but she couldn’t. Wanda looked so skittish, like she would explode or flee at any moment. Their relationship was still new and Wanda had a tendency to overthink everything to avoid even possibly upsetting Natasha and no matter how many times she assured even if she was mad, she wouldn’t leave her, Nat knew it was a constant worry. Poor girl, Natasha couldn’t bear to make her sad.

The younger of the two continued to stay silent, playing with her rings as she waited for Natasha to say she was acting ridiculous. Really, touching your girlfriend’s hair wasn’t that big of a deal; Wanda was making it too intense. She’d made an otherwise calm evening into an issue, she should have just-

“Wanda?” Nothing.

“You know, my legs are getting cold without you. Didn’t know you wanted me to freeze.” Natasha gave one final push, hoping to finally shake her out of her head. Finally Wanda looked back over to Natasha and was met with her patting her thighs expectantly. Nothing good came from the brunette swimming in her own self-doubt too long; it was easier for Natasha to simply distract her until she got past it.

Wanda carefully moved to straddle Natasha’s firm thighs, settling on her lap to face her properly. She always smelled so lovely- a mix of earth and cinnamon- and it sucked her right back into Natasha’s secure orbit. “You’re very patient with me.” It was a statement, a fact Wanda was constantly surprised by each time she felt she’d grown too much for her to handle.

Natasha only let out a positive hum, leaning down to press a kiss to Wanda’s forehead that earned her a quiet giggle. “You’re very worth it, detka.” Wanda was practically beaming up at her, a much better look for her than the previous distress. Natasha had to kiss her, just a soft one, only to reaffirm her affections in case Wanda had forgotten. Her lips were pillowy soft as always, begging Natasha to nip and bite and suck until they were red and Wanda was whining for more. The younger kissed back with genuine care, forcing her worries away with the sweet taste of her girlfriend’s mouth on her own. Natasha forced herself to pull back before she got carried away, but tasting Wanda elsewhere was high on her list for later. “You are also unfairly addicting.”

“I’ll keep that in mind for when I’m in trouble next time.” Wanda let her head rest on Natasha’s with a grin, tilting to kiss her nose for an added touch of endearment.

“Or you could just behave and I wouldn’t have to punish you, sweet girl.” Natasha relished in the deep blush that bloomed over Wanda’s cheeks, a sign she was getting back to normal. There were so many things she wanted to tell Wanda, to reassure her over and over until she couldn’t stand it anymore. Anything to keep her safe and happy, but tonight was not the time. For now she was relaxed and ready to move on so Natasha would wait. She took a piece of her hair in her grasp, shaking it out for Wanda to take.

“Now get to braiding, Maximoff. I’ve been needing to change up my look.”

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Warrior Nun is officially renewed!

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Becky and Naomi are giving us so much good Trimberly material

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