Maggie parked her
bike in the garage below and headed for the stairs that would take
her up to apartment she shared with Alex. She still couldn’t quite
believe that they actually lived
had officially moved in together four months ago after the continuous
teasing from the Superfriends that they basically lived together
anyway, Alex had, a few days
later, presented her with a
key in a little box and asked
very seriously if she’d
like to move the rest of her socks in.
she climbed the stairs to the sixth floor, Maggie thought about how
amazing, and at times ridiculous, the past four months had been;
time she had come home to find Alex and Kara giggling in the fort
they had made in the living room, yelling from the inside that Maggie
in unless she had brought the food they requested.
time she was hit in the head with a foam bullet the minute she walked
through the door, her own nerf gun sitting on the key table with a
simple note tucked
time she had found Kara pacing nervously, wringing her hands, so much
on her face but unable to get the words out. Maggie had recognised
that look; it was the look of a Danvers woman
on the verge of coming out. Four pints of ice cream later and more
pot stickers than Maggie thought National City was capable of
producing, Kara was sniffly but
calm, ready to ask a certain
Luthor out on a date.
time she had come home to find the apartment lit only
by soft flickering
candlelight and Alex dressed in beautiful red
lace lingerie, moving her
hips to the sultry bass coming from the iPod dock as
she gently pushed Maggie down into a chair and gave her the first of
what would be many lap dances.
time she found Alex curled up on
the floor in front of the
sofa, half a bottle of scotch gone, proclaiming she wasn’t good
enough for anything or anyone. But
how she had let Maggie take care of her, had drunk the water from the
glass Maggie offered and trusted her enough to let everything go and
just cry in Maggie’s arms.
time they had christened every surface they could possibly think of,
including the balcony window and kitchen floor.
time she had come home with flowers after their first proper fight,
only to discover Alex on the other side of the door with the exact
same flowers grasped tightly
in her hands.
time she walked in on Alex wearing nothing
except one of her own
oversized NCPD jumpers and her reading glasses, engrossed in the
latest science journal. She
swore her heart stopped for a brief moment before
she bounced onto the bed and pulled Alex down with her.
knew in all those
the I love you’s
were spoken out loud, that she did in fact love Alex Danvers, that
she loved her with her whole being, her whole soul… even
if the woman
refused to give her a flash grenade- something the
Detective was still intently
She came back into
the present as she scraped her key into the lock and opened their
apartment door, completely unprepared to take in the sight that
greeted her. Alex was wearing the ‘kiss the cook’ apron she had
bought for Maggie as a joke and was flapping a tea towel at the smoke
detector, frantically muttering ‘don’t go off, don’t go off’
under her breath, too distracted to realise her girlfriend had
returned home and was standing there thoroughly amused and watching
the incredible Agent ‘badass’ Danvers could intimidate any human
or alien being on the planet (and beyond) with just her index
finger… inanimate objects did not feel the same way, and the
smoke detector soon started its painfully high pitched bleeping.
mumbled as she dragged the small set of steps she had also bought for
Maggie as a joke towards the floor below the alarm (although she had
caught Maggie using them a few times to reach items in the top
cupboards, a fact that Maggie vehemently denied).
Knowing exactly what
her girlfriend was about to do, Maggie decided to make her presence
known before things got worse…
‘NCPD! Step away
from the smoke detector Miss, I repeat, step away from the smoke
suddenly, wobbling precariously on top of the steps as she looked at
Maggie, her eyes wide with guilt.
Alex gestured, unsure of what she could say that would keep her out
what? Going to tear down the fourth smoke detector in as many
months?’ Maggie chastised, although there was a smile on her face.
silenced the alarm with a push of the tiny button at the front, and
sheepishly moved back to where the remains of what was supposed to be
a romantic dinner sat smoking in the large saucepan.
towards Alex and unclipped her gun and badge, laying them on the
table. She nuzzled up behind Alex, kissing the back of her neck, and
wrapped her arms around the agent’s waist, smiling as she felt Alex
lean back into her, the stress of cooking visibly lifting away.
After one more kiss,
Maggie took a quick glance at the pot on the stove with the blackened
and charred mess at the bottom ‘Danvers… how did you manage to
Alex sighed and
unwrapped herself from Maggie’s embrace. She lifted the pot with
one hand and dropped the entire thing into the kitchen bin, shaking
her head sadly.
“One day I’ll
get it right…” She said determinedly as she headed to the fridge
and pulled two take away menus from underneath a pride flag magnet.
Chinese?’ she questioned with a smile, holding them both out to
Maggie rolled her
eyes as she took the Chinese menu from Alex and pulled her phone out
of her pocket.
I don’t like my arms so I rarely wear tank tops in public, but I figured today is the day to make people confront the physical realities of your form.
Also this is my first Pride as an out bi person!! I’m trying to be braver this year in every facet of my life!
Sunglasses and boots: the internet
Socks, skirt, sequin booty shorts: store in Boystown (the skirt is made from a real Pride flag)
Bra: Playful Promises
Pizza purse: a gift from my little sister
Perfect <3 So we have 5SOS!mermen being lured onto the pop-rock ship of pirate! ATL by the delicious smelling pizza flag. Haha xP The ship should be controlled by an x-box controller or something. Maybe a computer mouse?
A joystick, taking things old-style.
All Time Low were sailing happily across the deep seas of Lexon, searching for the mystical Merpeople. Hopefully to capture the most powerful of them all, Michael, Ashton, Calum and Luke. Little did they know, the Mermen had been hunted for many years now, and had developed a special skill, for they were not only Mermaids, they were Sirens.
Alex was guiding the mighty ship North, but was suddenly distracted by beautiful power cords sounding from the East. Luke was perched on a rock, enticing the hopeless pirate easily with the first lyrics from American Idiot. Alex was awestruck at the sight of Luke’s glistening emerald tail, curling slightly to the rhythm of Green Day.
“Alex, no!” His trusty henchman, Jack called over the side of the ship, as Alex dreamily dived into the rippling blue sea, instantly captured by the awaiting Ashton.
But Jack fell prey to the Sirens too, the music filling his brain and controlling his movements. He caught the eye of the blonde merman, his blue irises mirroring the rich colour of the ocean. The skunk haired man toppled over board, finally seduced by the musical notes that Calum and Luke were harmonizing in.
“Rian, we need to get out of here! Rian…Ri…” Poor Zack, desperately trying to save his last member of crew, to no avail, for the remaining two could hear the blissful tapping of Ashton’s tail and hands on the side of their ship.
The four pirates were never seen again, and the Sirens remained free to lure other innocent men to their deaths forever.
Pizzagender is the most delicious gender, though some might argue that title belongs to Burritogender. Most pizzagenders are toppingfluid and willing to compromise to reach the shared goal of Pizzasexuality (the phrase “we can go half and half” is quite common).