Pretty pretty please can you write something where Alex and Kara see Maggie when she's on the heavy bag or upset and Kara goes to comfort her but Al's like 'sweetie, I've got this' and it's sweet and comforting and amazing and I've been crying since I woke up this morning please give me something fluffy!
Kara knows something’s wrong the moment she enters the
Maggie’s heartbeat is steady, but elevated, hard, and while
she’s generally learned to avoid walking into Alex or Maggie’s places – or her
own bedroom during game night – when their heartbeats are quick and rapid,
Maggie is alone.
She’s alone and loud hip hop that Kara can’t identify is
pounding along with a rhythmic thudding.
Maggie’s working on her heavy bag.
Normally, Kara wouldn’t give it a second thought – Maggie loves
that thing – but she’d had breakfast with James this morning and he’d regaled
her with tales of how hard Maggie had just pushed him – and herself – in the
So this probably isn’t her regular workout.
She gives up on the door after it becomes clear that Maggie’s
not going to hear it, so she jets around the building and raps, instead, on the
living room window.
Maggie’s face – sweat-streaked with focused, furious,
intense eyes and messy hair swept off her neck in a high bun – doesn’t change
when she sees Kara, and she doesn’t stop bouncing on the balls of her feet.
But she does tug at her gloves with her teeth, and she sheds
one to yank the window open for her girlfriend’s little sister.
“Need something, Little Danvers?” she yells over her music,
glad she doesn’t have to turn it down because of Kara’s superhearing. Without
waiting for an answer, she replaces her glove and goes back to slamming
combinations into the bag, working on her breathing and hip rotation with
Kara watches her for a long moment.
“How do you do that? Alex says I always drop my left
shoulder before I throw a punch, that it gives me away.”
Maggie sighs and gestures Kara in front of her, still
weaving up and down on the balls of her feet.
“You shouldn’t have to drop your shoulder because it shouldn’t
be up like that to begin with. Keep the tension in your core, not your
She reaches around Kara’s body and hesitates before touching
her. Kara nods, suddenly breathless, suddenly shy, and Maggie is somehow both gentle
and firm as she shows Kara with a splayed hand on her stomach, how to brace her
abs, with gently tapping fingers on her shoulder, prompting her to relax it.
“Good, Little Danvers. Now when you punch, try not to send
my bag through the wall, okay?”
Kara grins and pulls her punches, and Maggie surveys her
with sharp eyes.
“You seemed pretty in danger of putting it through the wall yourself,
She catches the question in Kara’s voice, and she grunts and
shifts Kara by the hips to the side so she can go at the bag again.
“It’s nothing, it’s whatever. Just a workout.”
“I heard you already had an exhausting one this morning.”
There’s no judgment in Kara’s voice, just concern, but Maggie launches a rough
roundhouse kick at the bag anyway.
“Our line of work, you can’t train too hard.”
“Actually, you – ”
“I’m fine, Kara. What did you need, anyway?”
Kara slips her phone out of her pocket and texts Alex as
Maggie launches a new assault on the bag.
“Winn and I are in the mood for pool, and we wondered if you
wanted to come.”
“No phone?” Maggie asks without looking at her, and Kara’s
heart threatens to break, because she knows her sister’s girlfriend is
breaking, but she doesn’t know why.
And her worst nightmare – both of their worst nightmares,
she imagines – is not knowing how to help.
“You weren’t answering.” Kara finally reaches over and turns
down the music, because her own senses are starting to overload. Maggie opens
her mouth to object, but glances at Kara’s face and nods immediately, silently,
like she understands without needing an explanation. Because she does.
Kara finds herself hoping that her sister marries this
Maggie keeps her gaze on Kara’s face and her eyes soften
somewhat. She stills for the first time since Kara flew in and rips off her
gloves with a sigh.
“You ever just… for no reason, everything feels like the
world’s ending? Except it’s not actually?”
Kara nods softly, slowly. “This one of those days?”
Maggie just stares at her face for a long moment, like she’s
evaluating how much she wants to risk, and before she can decide, Alex’s key
scrapes the lock.
One look at Maggie’s somehow both guarded and open face, the
sweat pouring down her body, the slow swiveling of the heavy bag, and the
concern in Kara’s eyes tells her everything she needs to know.
“Oh sweetie. I got this.” She strides over to Kara,
squeezing her hands and kissing her cheek gratefully. “You wanna go get us some
“I’ll go to that organic place in Austin, okay?” she tells
Maggie, who fights tears and shakes her head, struck silent by the way the
Danvers girls just… want to care for her. For some reason she can’t fathom.
“You don’t have to, Little – ”
But Kara’s already kissed her cheek, smiled softly at her
sister, and flown back out the window.
Silence rises in her wake, and Maggie goes to put her gloves
“Whoa whoa, okay,” Alex reaches out with gentle hands to
stop her. “You don’t have to talk, babe, but you need to be gentler with your
body, okay? Can you do that for me?”
Maggie stares at the ground and Alex kisses her forehead.
Maggie backs up.
“I’m all sweaty and gross.”
“Sweaty, yes. Gross? No. Never.”
Maggie sighs and Alex waits until she knows Maggie’s ready
for a tiny push.
“One of those days?”
Maggie nods, humiliation written everywhere on her body, and
Alex’s heart shatters.
“Well, Kara will be back in a little under an hour. You know
what that gives us enough time for?”
“I’m not really up for sex, Danvers.”
Alex pffts. “No! Here, you shower. It’ll help. I’ll warm the
towels for you. And I’ll have a surprise waiting when you come out, okay?”
Maggie sighs skeptically, exhaustedly.
“Do you trust me, babe?”
Maggie nods, because if she’s not beating the life out of
something, it’s about all she can do.
“Good. So go. Shower.”
She does. She does and she hates every moment of it, especially
the parts that make her feel somewhat, somehow, better.
But her throat unsticks and when she steps out of the
bathroom in the tank and boxers Alex had slipped in and left for her, she
speaks, because she panics.
Because her studio isn’t all that big, yet she can’t see
Alex, who told her to trust her. And yet she couldn’t see
“Down here, babe!”
Alex’s voice is muffled and the smile in it, the barely
restrained, bursting enthusiasm, is so clear that Maggie’s lips start tilting
upward of their own accord.
“Danvers, what – “
Because as she rounds the couch, she finds Alex buried in a
fort made, it seems, of every single pillow and blanket Maggie owns.
“It’s the Bad Day Tunnel. Or hole. Or fort. Or burrow. I can’t
decide what it should be called. Kara would always call it the Fortress of
Sistertude, but I very much don’t want you to be my sister, so I figure we
should come up with something else.”
In spite of herself, Maggie plops down in the fort next to
Alex, who tosses a blanket over her shoulders and lets her lean into her body.
“What does one do in the Bad Day… thing?” she asks in a
monotone, because she’s scared that if she allows any emotion into her voice –
like the overwhelming feeling of being cared for, being heard, being seen, that
Alex is giving her so perfectly – she’ll break.
“One has a bad day. It’s where you go when you’re extra sad.
You can do anything you want in the fort. Drink scotch – don’t worry, the
scotch is for you, I brought myself root beer – ” And sure enough, there are
bottles and glasses in the center of the fort – “and when Kara gets back, eat
food. There can be music and there can be crying and there can be yelling and
there can be cuddling, and I brought tissues and your favorite stuffed animals
and your phone in case you want to just zone out and scroll through Instagram
“So basically you made me a depression tent. Where I can be
depressed and it’s okay.”
Alex’s eyes fly wide, thinking that Maggie hates it.
Thinking that she’s messed up, thinking that she’s hurt her more, offended her,
been insensitive to her, not heard her.
“Yes?” Her voice is small and her voice is terrified, but
then Maggie’s soft lips are on hers, and it’s one of the softest kisses they’ve
ever shared, because Maggie has the energy to beat a heavy bag senseless but
she doesn’t have the energy to sustain a passionate kiss, so Alex lets it stay
soft, stay gentle, stay tender, stay perfect.
“I love you, Alex,” Maggie whispers into her lips, and Alex swears
she won’t cry.
“I love you too, Maggie. However you feel, whenever you feel
They’re both asleep in the depression tent when Kara returns
with three heaping bags of takeout, and she smiles and sets the bags down and
crawls into the fort, the tent, the safety, with her sister and her future
sister-in-law. Alex feels Kara’s warmth and hums happily, shifting in her sleep
so Kara can slip onto Maggie’s other side and help Alex hold her safe, hold her
steady, hold her loved.
Fluoriteis the fusion between Amethyst and Peridot. She likes to make puns and be with friends. As a hardcore gem, Fluorite knows how to keep her pals happy, and although sometimes she can pass out of the line, she has a lovely and shiny heart!
Curious fact:Fluorite is known by shining in the night or in dark places,showing her carisma and love in the fusion.
Topaz Bomb finished reaching 800 followers! I’m glad you guys keep coming to my blog and showing your love too!
I am SO fucking excited for Regular!Lena on Supergirl…like bitch…I just know we’re going to get more Lena centric episodes cause she’s such a fan favorite…and we’re goin to find out more of her cute ass quirks…see her interacting w her fave bezzie mate…running her Lesbian Corp company…see her lezzy ass apartment…probably seein her interact with the SUPERFRIENDS……LENA AT GAME NIGHT…maybe actually get to see her go try that kombucha place with her hot alien love interest…Lena is such a compelling character and we are so SO lucky. the possibilities for her are endless, truly… i’d like to not only thank Lena Luthor but also Katie McGrath
“It’s kind of like the Hangover,” Selene observes. She’s not even breathing hard, power walking down the hall of their hotel in heels like she does this every Friday night. “You know? That move with Zack Gal–”
“Oh - my - god,” Heather pants, fingers twisted tightly in the fabric of her skirt so that it doesn’t get caught under her wedges. “Oh god, we’re in a dude movie!”
At the head of the pack, Ryan stops, spinning on her stiletto to glare. She’s the only one in a dress short enough not to have to hold it and she puts her hands on her hips.
“We are not,” she hisses, “in a dude movie. This isn’t like the Hangover because we haven’t lost her!”
Heather and Selene look at each other and then back to Ryan. They’ve been following her lead all night, respecting her place as maid of honor, but Ryan knows it’s only a matter of time before that changes.
Witches don’t particularly like playing follow the leader.
“Well,” Selene says at last, “do we know where Kim is?”
“No,” Ryan says, “but–”
“Has she responded to any of our messages?” Heather asks.
Ryan pulls her phone out of her cleavage to check her messages and winces. “Well, no, but–”
“Does anyone remember what happened this afternoon?” Selene asks.
Heather wrinkles her nose. “There was a unicorn? I think? Or a donkey with a very convincing aura.”
Selene does jazz hands. “We lost the bride and we’re in the Hangover.”
The first time Lily Evans wore James Potter’s shirt was an accident.
Lily grabbed it from the clean laundry pile that the House Elves placed on her trunk the night before. She threw it over her head and as it slid down her face into place she realized how good the shirt smelled. She mused that when her clothes came back from the elves, they never smelled so…good.
She didn’t notice it wasn’t one of her Gryffindor shirts until the hem fell right above her knees like a very short dress. The soft cotton was well worn and soft against her bare skin, colored scarlet with a lion rearing on the front majestically. Lily pulled it off just as quickly as she’d put it on, checking the tag and seeing no name written in. When she flipped it over to view the back she was in luck.
I hate my self. I honestly do. I’m Sitting here in my Biology class and this theory pops into my head.
So we all know that ACOWAR is based of off Snow White. And in Snow White she is poisoned by an apple and is put into a deep slumber. So what if The King of Hybern poisons Feyre out of fear of her power?? Or when/if they figure out she’s a spy for Night Court they place her in something that contains or nullify her powers? I have no idea but the thought of this scares me
UMMMM help me??????????????? my friend just moved into a new place and this is the first night sleeping in her room and me and my other friend just heard a music box go off singing a lullaby in her walk in wardrobe and there’s nothing in there???????? um???????
Heey, I'm new in all of this tumblr thingy but I've found your blog and I really love it! So I was wondering if maybe you could make a story about a girl that has been Bucky's best friend (besides Steve) since he got his memories back, and one night they get drunk at her place after a mission, but things get a little "out of control", so the days after that they have to decide what's going on with them and with their feelings?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Fandom: MCU Warnings: THE SMUT IS BACK PEOPLE
A/N: first of all, let me welcome you to tumblr!!! I hope you enjoy this hell we all call home lol. also, I’m really glad you enjoy my writing and hope you like what I made out of your request. <333 (PS: I really hope no one ever decides to look at my google history because the search for gifs has taken me to some very smutty places hahaha)
what do you say, boys? Drinks at my place?” you asked when you
walked over to them on the jet.
mission was a success and you were all on your way back home now.
Celebrations were in order.
smiled and nodded. “Sounds good.”
love to, but I’m having a date tonight,” you literally beamed when
the words came out of his mouth. He was your best friend, had been
for ages and you just wanted him to be happy and find love again. He
was slowly getting over Peggy. It had taken a long time, but he was
the lucky girl?” you sat down next to him, still smiling like an
didn’t listen anymore, way to distracted by your smile. You didn’t
seem to notice.
know her. But that’s all I’m going to say. I want to make sure it
works out before I let you know who to kill when it goes wrong.”
Heey! Some more stuff is coming! This is just a random idea that I had and I quite enjoy it! Hope you like it loves xx
Y/N sighed as she finally closed her eyes in attempt to get some sleep.
It had been about two hours since she was trying to sleep but she
just couldn’t. Her mind was too busy that night. And just as she did,
she heard her phone buzz from its place on the bedside table and
reached out for it tiredly. ‘You’re up?’ She ead the text in her
mind, her eyes falling on his name and she sighed. The only people up
this late are either heartbroken or in love and she knew he was
heartbroken. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and wrote back. 'Yes. Need
to talk?’ She tapped and hesitated before pressing the send button
but finally did. And seconds later, her phone was ringing as his
lovely face popped up on the screen.
Joe said through the phone and in the tone in his voice, she could
tell that he was sad. “Are you alright?” She asked, shifting to
sit up, her back pressed against the bed. “I’m not sure.” He
said, just above a whisper and she stared at the darkness of the
room. “What happened?” She asked, used to these kinds of late
night conversations. “I was out with the boys with the boys tonight
and..” Joe explained and she tried my best to hang on to his words
that were cutting like knives.
Was all she could reply once he was finished and it went silent for a
few minutes. “Is there anything I can do?” She asked, breaking
the awkward silence. “Can we stay on the phone until we fall
asleep?” Joe asked, his voice soft and mumbled and a smile was
forming on her lips. “Sure.” She replied before shifting back
under the sheets, putting the phone on speaker as she watched his
picture on the screen. And by five am, he was was asleep and she
wasn’t. So she hung up on the phone and put it back on the bedside
table. The only people up this late are the heartbroken and in love.
And she was in love with the boy that was heartbroken.
next day was hectic as she was trying to fight back the tiredness
from the previous night. She tried to fight back a yawn as she walked
into her friend Caspar’s flat. She was now sitting on the couch,
chatting with her friend while a random show was playing on the tv
and a special subject rang her ears. “Last night was quite harsh
for Joe.” Caspar stated and he suddenly had her full attention.
“Did he tell you?” Caspar asked, his eyes darting over her tired
features. “Yes. We talked about it the whole night.” She replied,
her eyes falling down to her lap. “But he’s getting better, you
know.” Caspar admitted, a comforting smile showing on his lips. “Is
he really? He obviously isn’t, Casp. He wouldn’t have called if he
was.” She spoke, staring blankly at the ground, thinking about the
conversation they had the previous night. “It’s normal for him to
react like that. She was kissing someone else. It was bound to
happen.” Caspar said and he was right. Joe had to see his ex
girlfriend with someone else at some point and accept it.
to tell him, Y/N.” Caspar blurred out and she tensed at his
comment, her eyes going wide. “Would it make any difference if he
knew?” Y/N scoffed, playing with the hem of her jumper, exactly
knowing what he was thinking about. “Why do you think he is calling
you? Think about that.” Caspar said, watching her face and she
sighed. “It’s not appropriate. I can’t tell him how I feel now. It
will ruin everything and he’ll run away. I know him.” Y/N stated and little did she knew that Joe was eavesdropping at this
exact moment, standing by the door. “And I know him too. He loves
you and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even know that yet. You’re helping
him, more than us.” Caspar explained, smiling warmly towards her.
“You deserve to be happy, Y/N and I know how much it’s killing
you to see him like that. So tell him.” Caspar said, his hand on
her knee in a friendly gesture and she smiled before leaning onto his
And Y/N suddenly flinched as she watched Joe walk into the flat, a
frown on his face. “Tell me what?” He asked, concern evident in
his voice. “You heard.” Y/N affirmed, watching the boy in
front of her as he gave her a small nod. Caspar smiled at the two as
he got up, “I’ll leave you two alone.”
they watched their South African friend head over to his bedroom as
Joe stepped closer, watching her intensely. “I couldn’t help but
froze when I heard my name.” Joe started. “I know I shouldn’t
have. I’m sorry.” He said, scratching the back of his neck
awkwardly. “It’s alright.” Y/N simply shrugged. “Are you
okay?” He asked, sitting down next to her. And she nodded, leaving
them in a long and awkward silence until she broke it again.
love you.” She blurred out, watching his frown grow and she
instantly regretted the words coming out from her mouth. “What?”
Joe replied, his mind trying to process what had just happened. “I
know the timing is wrong. So wrong. But I have to say it.” Y/N explained , her eyes staring at the ground. She took a deep breath
before looking up to meet his intrigued blue eyes. “Joe, before I
met you, I never knew what it was like to be able to look at someone
and smile for no reason. And just as cheesy as it sounds, I am in
love with you.” She finished and when Joe smiled, she didn’t know
what to think. And her confusion grew as Joe put a straight piece of
her hair behind her ear, his thumb brushing on her cheek and he said
no more but instead,leaned in until their lips were touching and Y/N didn’t kiss back as she realized what was happening. The kiss
was soft and sweet.
Once Joe had pulled away, their foreheads
brushing, he smiled at her once again. “I love you too. And Caspar
is right, I’m getting better thanks to you.” Joe
admitted,mesmerized by her green eyes as he felt his heartbeat
increase and Y/N finally smiled, soothed by his words.
both of them laughed at their silliness as Joe leaned in to kiss her
again and Caspar simply stood by the door frame, watching his two
best friends finally get together after such a long time.
“Then the captain barked her name—“Bard!”—and pointed at a group struggling with the crates, and she went to lend a hand. Just like that—only not just like that, of course, for there were many taut nights and fights won, first against and then beside the other men, and blood spilled and ships taken—Lila Bard became a member of the Night Spire’s crew.”
It’s kind of sad that some parents aren’t understanding at all. On my newsfeed on Facebook, someone posted that they needed a place to stay for one night because she missed her curfew by 2 minutes. 2 MINUTES AND YOURE LOCKING YOUR CHILD OUTSIDE???????????????
Rucas headcanon: after Riley found out she didn’t have to move, she asked to go over lucas’ to tell him. It was a little late for a school night, but her parents didn’t mind. When she got to his place she walked into his room to see him crying. He looked up at her, and he knew she didn’t have to go. They embraced and agreed they would like to continue being each other’s first boyfriend/girlfriend.
He’s not very good at flirting so he tries to impress you with grand gestures instead like buying you expensive jewelry or buying out the whole bar for your first date.
He buys you a bunch of little gifts with riddles attached to them of course, so you have to guess what it is before you can open it and eventually one of the riddles is asking you to meet him somewhere for a date.
He doesn’t flirt, he was intrigued by you as soon as you met and just straight up asked you out.
She notices that you keep coming to her bar so one night she buys you a drink to start up a conversation and by the end of the night you end back at her place.
She tries to play it cool and act like she’s not flirting with you but everyone can tell she really likes you so you take initiative and ask her out.