Forgot to show you, but i finally got my supergirl woman of tomorrow 🥹🥹
IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER YOU
I’m so happy you got it!! I love this edition, it has lots of drawings and sketches at the end :D have you read it yet? I can’t remember 💔 hope you like this edition bby!! I wanted to attach a pic of mine but I don’t have it with me now 😔
☕️ you give zatanna zatara a flower before every show. || fluff, headcanon format, kissing… || ⋆˚࿔ main masterlist ,, this was so fun to write
You gave your best friend Zatanna Zatara a single flower before her shows.
It became a tradition for you to gift flowers, especially before her shows.
Zatanna collected the flowers in a vase she kept in the backstage.
Every time you gave her a new one, she put them next to the flowers.
For Zatanna, these flowers were her lucky charms. So, it became a mission for you to give her a flower right before her shows.
It didn’t matter what kind of flower it was. Roses, daisies, tulips… She kept them safe and sound thanks to her magic.
When you first gave her a flower, it was a rose.
She was at the backstage, getting ready for her show when you showed up.
“What is this?” She asked, a funny tone was etched in her voice. Of course, she found it silly…
“A rose,” You answered. “A gift before your show.”
And after that, you brought a new flower with you every single time. It was always just one. Never more than that.
Flowers were nice… She loved them. She loved receiving them from you. Her whole room was full of them.
But as her shows continued, you felt like flowers were not enough for her. Not because she complained or anything, it was because you felt like you could give… more.
So, one night, you kissed her cheek after giving her a flower. It was only to test the waters… To see what she would do.
You watched her eyes go bigger with surprise. Your smile faltered. Was it the wrong thing to do..?
“Woah, I wasn’t expecting that.” She laughed. You could hear the nervousness under her laugh.
Your heart dropped. “Did I make you uncomfortable? If so, I—“
“No, not at all.” She grabbed her hat and wore it. “I liked it.”
So, kisses became crucial.
You left a kiss on her cheek, forehead, nose, hair… Any friendly place you could find.
Of course, the flowers were also there. You never ever forgot about them. Before every show, there was a single flower in your hand, ready to be gifted.
You always kissed her cheek before giving the flower so that any weird moment could be prevented with the distraction the flower created.
One night, however, you lost your flower.
It was not on purpose. You didn’t forget it. You simply lost it.
You didn’t know what to do. You felt so… helpless. You ruined a tradition and now she was going to feel bad because it was her lucky charm and—
“No flower today?” She asked when she saw you in her backstage. Her teasing smile turned into frown when she saw your expression.
“I must have dropped it on my way.” You said. “I will buy a new one. Wait here—“
She grabbed you by your shoulders. “Hey, it’s okay.” She assured you. “It’s not that important. And you already got one so you didn’t ruin the tradition.”
She knew you too well that she knew how to reassure you.
“I think only a kiss would make it up for it.” She said.
You didn’t know what possessed you as you leaned into her face, but you only knew that a kiss on the cheek would not be enough.
When your lips touched hers, it burned. It could coming from the fear of rejection… Or it was just how she actually was. You never knew which one it was.
You expected her to push you away but her grasp on your shoulders got tighter. She kissed you back.
It was a small, short kiss. Nothing heated… But it felt like it to you.
“I’ll see you after the show.” She said against your lips.
Few things could bring you as much peace as watching your girlfriend go about her daily routines. From her eyes narrowed in concentration, to the way her fingers traced the perfect design, everything fit together perfectly, like a puzzle falling into place.
“Maybe if… I turn it a bit?” Satya’s voice, soft-spoken, echoed in the quiet room; the words curled in her mouth, bending with her accent, somehow even more natural when she was speaking to herself.
Once satisfied, she finally raised her gaze to yours. Mechanical hand opened in offering, the hard-light snowflake shimmered softly.
I’d like to give all my gratitude and love to my moots who have (always) been so supportive, especially now with my lil ow fics. I know many of you probably don’t know anything about ow, but your kindness simply never ceases to amaze me :( thank you so much!! You all are always in my heart <3
Few things could bring you as much peace as watching your girlfriend go about her daily routines. From her eyes narrowed in concentration, to the way her fingers traced the perfect design, everything fit together perfectly, like a puzzle falling into place.
“Maybe if… I turn it a bit?” Satya’s voice, soft-spoken, echoed in the quiet room; the words curled in her mouth, bending with her accent, somehow even more natural when she was speaking to herself.
Once satisfied, she finally raised her gaze to yours. Mechanical hand opened in offering, the hard-light snowflake shimmered softly.
★. wife!fareeha amari x fem!reader; first morning after getting married.
#. fluff. main masterlist.
Your skin still held the faint scent from the night before, and as Fareeha pressed a kiss to your jaw, she took in the floral perfume with a smile. Her arms tightened a bit around you, caging you in her warm embrace.
From your spot on the counter, you peeked around — your bouquet was still on the table, decorations hanging on the wall, and wrapping paper scattered on the floor. Somewhere next to the entrance, a small note could be read: “for Mrs. and Mrs. Amari.”
You ran a hand through Fareeha’s short hair and, with your wedding ring catching the sunlight, your heart beat faster, love burning through your veins. Mrs. Amari, you thought. It was official now.
The microwave beeped softly, and your wife let go of you with reluctance; it didn’t matter that you had an entire life ahead of you — for her, a single minute spent away from you was a punishment.
“I don’t think I ate it yesterday.” She took the plate and handed you a fork. With one of her own, she mimicked you, taking a small piece of the cake.
“Me neither.”
You held a bite of cake out to her, and she offered one to you in return. The moment your lips closed around it, the tartness of the strawberry mixed with the sweetness of the cream, and at some point amidst that silence, you knew — your shared life with Fareeha would be just as sweet.