four women own a large house where they give refuge to young queer girls who need a place to stay
-Therese Belivet and Carol Aird own the house. they moved there after Carol’s nasty divorce from her husband to get away from him. Carol owns her furniture store and Therese has just gotten a job working to CatCo Worldwide Media as a photographer
-on their way to NC, they meet two women, Regina Mills and Emma Swan, and their son, Henry. they just left a small town in Maine to escape both their troubled pasts and to start a new life. unfortunately, neither of them have jobs lined up, and the apartment they were supposed to rent was taken off the market at the last second. they can only live off of Regina’s inheritance for so long
-Carol immediately invites the family to live with them, Therese is intimidated at first but finds Emma amusing and Carol and Regina get along well. Henry is bright-eyed and he loves Therese’s photographs, likes to tell stories to go along with them.
-Emma is able to get a job with the National City Police Department as a low-ranking cop, but she’s hoping to move up. Regina hasn’t had any luck, but it just gives her more time to spend with Henry
-the house is large, too large, Therese realizes. one day, as she’s running errands between assignments, she sees a girl on the street. she looks lonely, and like she hasn’t eaten in days, and Therese stops and asks her if she’s okay. the girl tries to keep it together, puts on a brave face, but the tears welling in her eyes betray her. Therese takes the girl home and feeds her and gives her new clothes and a warm place to stay
-Maggie Sawyer doesn’t know why she went to a stranger’s house, but it was better than living on the street. her father had thrown her out only weeks prior, and she’d tried to get in touch with an aunt, only to find that her cell phone had been cut off. so, when the nice stranger had invited her in, she followed
-at dinner that night, the four women, the boy, and the teenage girl sit at the table. Maggie is able to open up about what happened – that she had been outed as gay, that her father had thrown her out, that her mother had tried to stop her father, that it hadn’t been enough – and the hearts of everyone at the table melt. they insist that she stay with them for as long as she needs
-as four out, proud, queer women themselves who’d had their share of hardships because of their sexualities, Regina, Carol, Emma, and Therese know they have to do something – something that goes beyond just helping one queer girl in need
prompt: alexander hamilton came into the campus cafe ordering the same drink, sitting at the same table, and doing the same thing. you were always curious about the boy but never got to further investigate him. that was until today.
a/n: thank you for all the support lately wow. i’m planning on writing more imagines for more of the characters. i also have a multi-part imagine involving lin i’ll be writing soon :))
Alexander Hamilton was quite the customer.
He’d come into the campus cafe, bag overflowing with notebooks and pages of writings that would occasionally escape his bag and leave a trail behind him. He sat at the same table, the one in the far left corner closest to the window, and ordered the same exact drink, a black coffee with one cream and five sugars. He would continue to write like a maniac for hours upon hours. This happened about three times a week.
I’ve lowkey shipped Meredith and Alex romantically since like… Season 10. Im so so sick of having to keep it a secret because of all the j0lex shippers who seem to be rabid(and frightened if you ask me). So now I’m gonna be loud about it, fight me.
Today was not my day. I woke up late because my alarm didn’t work which meant I had twenty minutes to get to class. Without even thinking, I put on clothes that probably didn’t match, grabbed a banana and my bag, and then ran out the door. Let me just say that I was thirty seconds away from being late to my business class.
As for business class, I was put into a group to research about current economics and go into depth with different companies and their economic status. Instead of planning for the project, my group talked about the upcoming party that was tonight. And as a straight A student, I did all the planning myself. Even though it’s a group effort thing, I would rather get things done so I at least have time to watch Netflix.
About an hour later, I found myself sat in front of my friend and roommate Alex. Brunette, tall with legs that were made to walk down a runway, blue piercing eyes and a killer smile. Basically, she’s a model but, she doesn’t like to admit it. Alex calls herself “the fashion designer” or in which case, she’s majoring in fashion.
But the other job Alex has was getting me into her social life. Every month, there’s a new party at campus that’s thrown by these random people who don’t want to succeed in life. Alex, on the other hand, goes to the party alone. Which is why she tries to convince me to go to the parties. She knows parties aren’t my type but every time a party comes up, she always ends up begging on her knees.
“It’s the party of the year.” Alex smiled, but it looked forced. “Loud music, alcohol and cute guys.”
“Alex,” I said while grabbing her hands, “I. Am. Not. Going. End of story.”
“You always say that, (Y/N).” Alex whined as she threw her hands up in frustration. “Seriously, it’s not that big of a deal. When was the last time you’ve been to a party? Oh right… never.”
“Can you stop making my life sound so boring?” I sighed, taking a small sip from my cup.
“You watch Netflix. You cry every time you watch a sad movie. You sit on your bed like a little potato and basically glue your eyes to your computer screen. If that’s not depressing then I don’t know what is. (Y/N), you need to have a social life.” Alex said, leaning back on her chair and pushing her hair behind her ear.
To be honest, I do admire Alex for her determination. No one has given that much effort to make me go to a party. Plus, she did go alone to these parties because she has no other friends. Not a safe idea. Maybe if I went once, would she stop pestering me? I mean, the alcohol thing isn’t really my ideal drink. But cute guys, on the other hand, it’s an offer I’d like to take.
I would be lying if I said I haven’t dreamed of my perfect guy. A nice smile, tall, kind and caring, but also a man who can protect a girl. Maybe this was my chance to find the perfect guy.
“Fine, I’ll go.” I huffed out.
“Really?” Alex suddenly beamed, jumping slightly in her chair. I haven’t seen Alex this excited since she bought a Michael Kors bag. And that was six months ago.
“Yes, really. Might as well go and see what everyone has been fussing about.” I mumbled, taking another sip of my coffee.
“It’s going to be lit, (Y/N). The hottest guys are going to be there. Jinyoung, Yugyeom, Jaebu-”
“Wait,” I interrupted, “Jaebum?”
“Yes, him. I still remember that little crush you had during high school.” Alex teased, smiling at the memories where I used to gawk over Jaebum. He was considered the hottest jock in high school. Every girl had a crush on him, including me.
“I still can’t believe you remember those days.” Sighing to myself, as my hands covered my face. I was a complete fool in front of Jaebum. Tripped in front of him and dropped my books, accidently bumped into him and made him spill his lunch. It was embarrassing.
“It’s not like he’s going to remember you.” Alex stated. “I’ll make sure you’ll be a different person tonight which means I’m doing your hair and makeup.”
“Alright, whatever you say.” I said, grabbing my bag and coffee. “I’ll see you later, Alex. Gotta run.”
“Be home before seven, (Y/N). We have lots of work to do.” Alex yelled as I bolted out the door to my next class. I may have lost track of time and may be slightly late for my next class. What do I have to do to make it in time? Run.
Finishing my coffee quickly, I disposed it and sped walked to my next class because no running to class is a rule since elementary school. As I was near my class, I spotted Jackson waiting outside the classroom for me. He gave me a quick smile and waved. Before I could even smile back, I crashed into someone making us both fall to the ground.
“Fuck.” I cursed under my breath, quickly gathering my books. Standing up, I straighten my clothes, tucked my hair to my ear and was about to run off until hands grabbed my arm to stop me.
“Here.” the voice said, handing back my binder. I looked up and made eye contact with the person who crashed into me. His eyes were soft and his skin was as white as snow. The perfect outline of his face almost made me drool.
“Uh,” I stammered, “Thanks.”
“Next time, watch where you’re going.” He said harshly, giving me a kind smile before walking off. I didn’t know if I should be insulted or happy. It sounded like a threat but I didn’t care. His smile showing off his pearly white teeth was perfection. His voice was deep and hoarse, making my inners go wild. How could a person be so kind and rude at the same time?
“Uh, (Y/N), we’re late for class.” Jackson hissed, interrupting my thoughts.
“Who is he?” I asked, still in awe by the angel sent down from heaven.
“You don’t know him?” Jackson laughed, grabbing my arm and pulling me into the classroom. “That, my friend, is Mark Tuan.”
“Mark…” The name rolled of my tongue as I slowly developed a crush on the stranger who bumped into me. This urge inside of me wanted to see him again. Could he possibly be the guy I’ve dreamed of in class? I mean dreams can become reality… right?
ayeee hope you guys enjoyed that! i’ll update as soon as possible or whenever physics and chem can give me a break. ily and have a wonderful day :)
Hey, Do you have any fanfiction of Maggie jealous in the alien bar with her pinning/ kissing Alex at the pool table?
I DO NOW ;)
“Hey, check out your sister, Kara!” Winn says, and Maggie’s stomach sinks.
Since she told Alex that they couldn’t be together; since Alex insisted they weren’t friends, that she didn’t think Maggie wanted her (the ludicrous thought pained Maggie beyond belief); since Maggie had pleaded for two minutes of her time and they’d met for pool the next night, they’d been… fine. They’d been good. They’d been close, they’d been caring, they’d been affectionate and they’d been happy.
But only as friends.
And it was destroying Maggie from the inside out.
Especially now, especially as Kara turned, as James turned, as Maggie – not wanting to, but having to – turned in the direction Winn had indicated, to find the sight of Alex, shooting pool with a gorgeous brunette who was giving her bedroom eyes; the sight of Alex, laughing effortlessly at the gorgeous brunette’s jokes, which Maggie immediately decided must be distinctly unfunny; the sight of Alex, bending said gorgeous brunette over the pool table to show her the proper way to position the cue.
It’s not even that Alex is clearly flirting with this woman – and doing a damn good job – that drives Maggie out of her mind. It’s not even that Alex is pressing her body flush against the woman’s backside that drives Maggie most out of her seat. No.
What makes Maggie stand, what makes Maggie gulp, what makes Maggie stride purposefully over to the pool table as Winn, James, and Kara fall silent and hit at each other’s shoulders as they watch, is Alex’s eyes.
Because as she bends another woman over a pool table, much closer than she needed to be to show her how to properly shoot pool, Alex’s eyes seek and find Maggie’s. Alex’s eyes lock into Maggie’s from all the way across the bar, and Alex’s eyes hold them, even as she positions this other woman’s fingers, even as this other woman leans her ass back into Alex’s body.
Alex’s eyes are on Maggie’s, and they hold a challenge, they hold a see what you’re missing, and Maggie can’t accept that.
“You seemed perfectly content to let me keep holding the cue the wrong way, Danvers; this girl must have a game even worse than mine if you need to show her what to do.”
The woman scoffs and the woman turns to Alex to defend her, but Maggie’s hand is on Alex’s wrist and she’s spun Alex around, away from this other woman, this irrelevant woman, because she should have done this long, long ago, friendship be damned, caution be damned, past heartbreak be damned.
She has Alex pinned against the pool table before Alex can formulate a response, before Alex can process what’s happening.
Alex’s breath hitches and Alex gulps and Alex is completely unconscious of the scandalized, offended scoff of the woman whose name she suddenly can’t remember, because Maggie Sawyer’s body is flush against hers, her hands pinning her back against the pool table on either side of her hips, and Maggie’s breath is in her ear and her voice is low and her voice is dripping with hurt and with jealousy and with raw, raw want.
“I never said I didn’t want you, Danvers. So, you wanna spend the rest of the night with a pale imitation of what you really want? Or you wanna spend it with me?”
Alex has no witty response and Alex has no cool retort.
“You… you want me?” she rasps, and her eyes dart to Maggie’s lips.
“I do,” Maggie whispers, and she’s kissing her, and the world is spinning, and their friends are whooping and that woman is storming away and M’gann is raising her glass toward the pool table in an it’s about damn time gesture and Maggie’s tongue is in her mouth and Alex is melting and Maggie’s arms are the only things keeping her on the ground and that is okay because Maggie Sawyer is kissing her and god she should have made her jealous earlier because this? This is bliss.