#mikerowave1year

[mikerowave-writes]

mikrowave 5 year birthday party event this year ?

Yes/no

I am interested and I will participate

I am interested but probably will not participate

I am not interested and I will not participate

I hate you

Nuance answer

Voting ended onJan 23

For anyone unfamiliar you can check previous years with the tags #mikerowave1year and #mikerowave3year

[appropriatelystupid]

"And then she tripped on her way out and almost took my door with her."

happy tumblrversary @mike-wachowski!!

i can't draw and words have abandoned me lately but i did immediately think of the plane crashing as a terrible moment for kara to propose and this au is what followed

[pirateofprose]

happy tumblr anniversary @mike-wachowski!

i loved making this, plus, i think there should have been more silly/weird situations in sg

[thebreakfastgod]

“This is literally the worst possible time!”

Happy blog birthday @mike-wachowski ! <3

[elwhyart]

for @mike-wachowski

happy tumblr birthday mike <3

[theramenbandit]

A lone figure limps into the clearing, using its sword as a crutch.

Kara.

The knight collapses into a miserable heap, the thud of plate armor heavy on the ground. “Lena. I’m home.”

The damage is extensive and Kara’s pulse is already weak. Lena knows her magic will not be enough to save her.

“Let’s get married.” Kara stutters.

“This is literally the worst possible time,” Lena chuckles in spite of herself.

With a great effort, Kara lifts her hand to wipe the tears from Lena’s cheek. Her radiant smile is stained with red and blue and black. “Then we’ve nothing left to lose.”

There is no ceremony, there is no fanfare. It matters not to Lena. For what is marriage but the union of two souls who choose to be bound to one another? She wears Kara’s scarf, Kara wears her flower crown. The petals weave themselves into her flaxen hair, becoming as much a part of Kara as Kara a part of them. She has never looked more beautiful. Lena kisses her one final time. It lasts for a moment, it lasts for an eternity. It tastes of salt and sweat and blood and love.

A tree springs forth from the ground where Kara lies.

Lena tends to it. Talks to it. Builds a little garden around it. She feels her touch in the breeze, hears her laugh in the rustling of the leaves. And though she knows it will not be the same, sometimes she feels like Kara never left at all.

Centuries come and go. The forest thrives and, true to their word, the humans stay away.

Until they don’t.

Lena is hurt and tired and bleeding. She won’t be long for this world.

The forest, her forest is burning. The smoke can be seen from miles away.

Her dearest, oldest friends, the little ones she helped bring into the light, the rocks and the mosses and the streams. All of it. All of them. Gone.

The acrid stench grows thicker, the heat and the flames grow fiercer, and the only home she’s ever known is shrieking and groaning and dying.

Lena along with it.

Instead of fleeing the forest, she goes to the tree.

Kara’s tree.

With the last of her strength, she reaches it. Tall and steadfast. Gentle and beautiful. Just like her.

Lena rests by the roots, folding her broken wings around herself. She lays her forehead against the trunk, and heedless of the pain at the stretching of charred flesh, a peaceful smile blooms across her face.

783 years.

775 without her.

She can’t wait to see Kara again.

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"Lena!"

Kara rushes towards her, hair glowing in the sun. She wraps Lena in her arms. She smells of leather and rain and earth.

She still wears the flower crown.

"You're home."

For @mike-wachowski on your tumblrthday. Have a great one! 🥳

[imawholeassmood]

bad form

Apparently, I like to throw proposals into stories randomly as if the love just gets too big to contain that it comes bursting out raw, unfiltered, and unplanned so this was the only scenario I could come up with that would fit this prompt. I know a lot of folks feel a WAY about this so…be warned. And happy tumblirthday!

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“Let’s get married.”

She’s been wanting to hear those words for so long now, she almost convinced herself it would never happen. Years of toying with this will-they-won’t-they relationship that was nearly destroyed by 5th dimensional imps, time travel, and Lex. A scowl curls her upper lip at the thought. Her mouth now thoroughly dry as she refocuses on the words whispered into her ear with soft wisps of blonde hair tickling the skin of her neck, she swallows a lump of air that scrapes its way down her throat until she chokes it out in a subdued cough. When the brides glance at her from the altar, she raises a hand and gives an embarrassed wave to let them know everything is ok. She pushes out the worst excuse for a smile and tries to conjure up enough saliva to speak.

Leaning into her neighbor enough for their shoulders to press together in their seats, she keeps her face fixed with its faux smile and speaks in a low voice through her teeth.

“This is, literally, the worst possible time.”

She doesn’t have to look to know the wheels are turning as the body next to her stiffens.

“Well, I don’t mean right this minute. Although, logistically, it would make sense. It was more of a proposal. For a future date.”

And, ok, this might be the actual worst time to be proposed to, but that doesn’t stop the genuine smile from blossoming as the words come tumbling out, each one earning another millimeter of cheek space against her resistance to let it take over her whole damn face.

Later, when the vows are said and the food’s consumed, they stand in the candlelit air and talk to Alex and Kelly who both seem thoroughly amused as the story unfolds.

“Is this not the epitome of a romantic setting? Soft, classical music, flora from across the galaxy, and our friends and family are here to share this moment with us.”

“Yes, Brainy,” Alex says with a pitying and adoring smile, “it is very romantic.” She nods and looks for any sign of recognition in his eyes as she speaks the next words, “as Kara and Lena planned. For their wedding.”

“Heeeyyyy!” Kara sing-songs over the quiet bustle of the other guests as she and Lena approach with their arms raised in celebration. “What’s going on over here? It looks so serious.”

“There they are,” Alex says the words with so much love Kelly scrunches her nose at how cute the scene is. “You are both radiant.” She pulls Lena into a hug and drops a side kiss on her cheek, careful not to mess up her makeup before doing the same to Kara.

“We were just discussing how romantic the atmosphere is,” Kelly says. “Everything is so gorgeous, especially the two of you. You both did a wonderful job.”

Lena’s quick to object. “I’m afraid I can’t take much credit, most of this was Kara.”

And that earns her a quick rebuttal from Kara. “Please. The entire musical selection is straight from Lena’s ‘Tinker Tunes’ playlist.”

Which receives an outburst of laughter from Nia and chuckles all around. Lena rolls her eyes as Kara beams with pride.

“Yes,” Brainy says with his brows furrowed in contemplation, “Chopin, Verdi, Wagner. They are masters of their craft.” He clears his throat and straightens his stance. “I see how that could inspire someone.”

At that, an inquisitive look flashes across Lena’s face until she notices a red-faced Nia looking a little too intensely at her feet. She nudges her shoulder into Kara who picks up on Lena’s hint.

“Nia,” Lena says, “is everything ok?”

“Brainy proposed. I’m so sorry.” It bursts out of her and she raises her hands in an attempt to show the sincerity of her apology. “I know it's your wedding and we’re not trying to steal any of the spotlight, but it’s really just so beautiful and when you were exchanging your vows it was just so-”

“Whaaaat?” Kara says, bouncing with excitement. “Congratulations!” and Nia gets swept up in hugs and congratulatory cheers until Brainy cuts in and stops the commotion.

“She didn’t say yes.”

Eyes dart between them and the world shrinks around her.

Nia fumbles her way through an objection trying to explain the situation. Kara and Lena give their whole-hearted consent and assure her there is no ill will and please just give the sad, green alien an answer.

“Yes.”

I have no idea why I wrote it like it was some big mystery in the beginning

My engine ran out of steam after “she didn’t say yes.” so I’m sorry for the rushed final lines

Probably should have ended it after Alex's first lines to Brainy and the wedding reveal, but I wrote more so 🤷‍♀️

[mikerowave-writes]

love is more than just a game for two

by @thebluewritingbench & @mike-wachowski

Lena is laughing softly at her, and Kara can feel the buzz of it where Lena’s back presses into her thighs. She huffs, irritated. “You want spontaneous? Fine.” She reaches down to Lena’s hand, currently maneuvering her controller, and slips the ring off her thumb. “Here.”

Lena cranes her neck away from the TV to stare up at Kara, thumbs stalling on the buttons. “Hey, that’s my—what are you doing?”

Kara presents the ring before her. “Lena Luthor,” she starts. “You’ve been the love of my life for almost as long as I can remember and my best friend for even longer. And I would be… beyond happy to spend every moment of the rest of our lives together. Marry me?”

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or, five times Kara proposes to Lena at game night, and one time they get engaged.

read it on ao3 here