Sara Lance Imagines

Asking Sara The Big Question:

Admittedly the entire thing could have gone way better. Because right now was probably the worst time in the world for you to have asked that amazingly terrifying question. Now to be fair you didn't really know the specifics of her life and well job, but you knew whatever was happening had to be bad when as soon as you got on one knee she sprinted the hell away from you.

Now you tried not to take it personally, you knew that Sara was a busy person. But you had to admit it stung a little. You sat there in your small apartment contemplating your decisions as you shoved your face into a tub of ice cream and anything else that you ever thought might be comfort food. You looked over every detail of the apartment seeing the rose petals on the floor, candles lit everywhere and anywhere, and the small dinner you had cooked.

You sighed and got off your sofa and started to clean. You couldn't really look at the stuff you prepared without feeling a bit down. You swept up the roses blew out the candles and grabbed more junk food. You thought about calling someone to talk to but ultimately decided against it, after all, it was late and your friends would probably be asleep by now.

You plopped back onto your couch and grabbed the remote flipping through  TV channels hoping to get everything off your mind as you anxiously waited for Sara to return to whatever time period she was saving this time. You settled on some cheesy romantic comedy and stayed there until your eyes got heavy and you feel asleep.

....

Sara wasn't usually nervous coming home after a mission. Excited? Happy? Slightly aroused? Yeah, but she never came home nervous because she loved you and lived to be near you. She ran her hand through her hair jittery and took a deep breath. Alright, you can do this, you've faced worse than this, right? She gulped and hoped you weren't angry at her.

She felt a sympathetic pat on the back as she left the ship, normally she'd judo flip the person but she was too focused to do much of any flip. After all, you had just popped a question that could change her life forever. "Maybe she was just tying her shoe, I mean plenty people on the internet had gotten tricked by a shoelace or something," She mumbled to herself.

She rubbed her hands together and entered the apartment. She didn't expect you to be asleep on the couch surrounded by candy wrappers and an empty ice-cream bin. Sara held in a laugh and watched your sleeping figure adoringly. She knew you were going to ask the question but not so soon and Sara was worried that she wouldn't be able to go through with it.

But as her eyes roamed your sleeping figure, and as you mumbled something about a giant pizza, she knew that somehow it would all work out. Then she started to think about all the things that would happen if no when you two would get married. Sara grinned and moved to turn off the TV, which was blaring some movie you loved to watch, and cleaned the mess of wrappers that surrounded you. She still felt nervous though as doubts started to feel her mind.

Just as she went to grab a blanket for you she felt something grip her wrist. She tensed and got ready to whip out a can of whoop-ass when she realized it was you. "Hey Sara," you said groggily rubbing your eyes.

She smiled at you, "Hey cutie, I thought you were asleep." You could tell she was teasing but you could hear the slightly worried tone in her voice. You suppressed a yawn and popped your back looking up to meet her eyes. You'd never get used to it, you decided, the way she made you feel was something that you'd remember forever.

You licked your lips as you stood, "Well I was, but the giant pizza decided to absorb the weird-looking house, and I decided it was enough craziness for one dream." You gave her a weak smile and an awkward silence settled into the atmosphere.

Sara cleared her throat and started to speak when you brushed past her and walked right into the bathroom. She frowned and whirled around to see the restroom door close behind you. Inside you were breathing hard trying to swallow the lump in your throat. You splashed water on your face and pulled the ring from your pocket.

It was simple, with a silver band and a small white diamond, and it was beautiful. You made sure to pick out carefully, scouring the ring shops with almost cold precision. After all, you knew that if she said yes she would have to hide it somewhere if captured and also made sure it went with her outfit. Aesthetic mattered with these things.

A sour smile graced your lips and you considered flushing the ring down the toilet. You shook it off after all you hadn't even heard her answer yet, but your heartfelt heavy and you could already feel the cold weight settle on your chest.

You heard a soft knock on the door and prepared yourself. "(Y/n)?" You heard her call out slowly, hesitantly, "Listen, I know you probably don't want to talk but we should probably talk about what-" Sara was cut off by the bathroom door flying open and a garble of words all at once.

You had stood there with wide eyes and a red face talking so fast she wasn't even sure you were speaking English. She noticed a shine in your hand and a small gasp left her mouth.

"Saraheyyouwanttogetmarriedorengagedorsomething?" You rambled a mile a minute. She looked back up to you with a confused smile tilting her head slightly as you spoke. She held up a hand and, you stopped talking fearing the worst as you looked at her.

"Sweets I love you, but I have no idea what you just said." She spoke looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

You blushed heavily and took a deep breath summing up any courage you had left. "I wanted to know if," you paused for a second studying her, "if you wanted to marry me..." You trailed off not meeting her eyes before swallowing and meeting her gaze. Sara was surprised, and in any other situation, you'd tease her about the look on her face. She looked cute was to put it simply, her eyes where big and her mouth open so wide you where sure she could swallow a bowling ball.

You studied her perfect crisp blue eyes carefully, you couldn't tell if she was happy looking or not. You took a deep breath and fidgeted awkwardly, in the movies you hade seen the person either says yes immediately or flat out rejects you, none of which was happening. "Uh..." Sara trailed off she wanted to say something she just didn't know what. You stuffed the ring back into your pocket and clenched your fists as you sighed.

"Sara," You looked at her with a small smile, "You don't have to say yes if you don't want to it should come when you're ready." She frowned and studied your features over the years she had gotten to know you she can read you like an open book.

She noticed the ways your eyebrows furrowed or the way your nose would wrinkle when you were sad and she just knew. Sara just knew like she knew when to put her fist up to some random bad guy.

She cupped your face in her hands and she knew that she just had to kiss you millions of times because anything might make it impossible to do it ever again. She pressed her lips to yours, it was a loving kiss and it wasn't perfect because you were so surprised you nearly fell over. But even though sometimes your noses would knock together or one of you would stumble sideways it was still pretty magnificent.

When she pulled away you looked up at her, dazed and saw she was smiling, no scratch that she was beaming her lips stretching from ear to ear. "I really want to marry you." She mumbled against your lips and kissed you over and over again.

"Does that mean-" You were cut off by her kissing you.

"Yup," she muttered.

"Wait serious-"

"Mmmhmm," she kissed you.

"Oh real-" She smashed her lips to yours again and you shut up growing dizzy. Her hands gripped your hips and you couldn't help but laugh. She pulled away and glared at you pouting. You grinned and wrapped your arms around her neck pulling her almost impossibly closer.

"I love you, Sara Lance."

"I love you too (Y/n) (Y/l/n)."  And for the time being, that was all anyone needed.