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Sanvers in College: Alex Drunk Dials the Cute Girl from Bio Class

Based on this post: @hazingblur

Original prompt from @wlwprompts : “Person A is drunk and decides to randomly call that cute girl from biology class to tell her she’s pretty”

@lesbapocalypse you also asked for this so like.

She’s drunk and she’s stolen Kara’s phone, because it’s finals week and all bets are off and that cute girl from biology class?

She’s 1000% sure that her name is Maggie – Maggie Sawyer – not that she paid attention.


No. Of course she didn’t.

And she’s 1000% sure that said Maggie Sawyer is the same Maggie that her little sister has befriended.

And therefore, that cute girl’s number – and when she says cute, she means it, but god, she also means blazingly sexy – must be in Kara’s phone.

So she swipes the phone from her sister’s bag while Kara laughs with James and Winn. Swipes it and chugs another gulp of illegal punch and she finds Maggie’s name – complete with a picture, god, a gorgeous picture, because damn, those dimples, that hair, those downcast eyes – in Kara’s contacts.

Finds the name, and tries once, twice, three times, to successfully hit the big green button that makes the phone dial.

She giggles and almost bounces on the balls of her feet as the phone rings, rings, rings.

“Hey Kara!”

Alex freezes at the sound of her voice – her voice that she’s used to hearing only asking the best questions, only giving the best answers, in bio lecture, in bio lab – and she contemplates hanging up and leaving it to her sister to explain the butt dial.


But now Maggie sounds concerned, because she must hear the party in the background, and Alex has seen her smile, seen her nerdiness, but she’s also seen her motorcycle, her leather jacket, her gym bag. And she doesn’t want her to be concerned, to feel like she has to speed to the party to rescue Kara from whatever situation she might be in.

“Hey! No, nope, not Kara. I mean, of course you thought it was Kara, I took her phone, I mean, obviously you thought it was her – ”


“Not the blonde one!”



There’s a pause and she thinks she hears Maggie shuffling something.

“Danvers, you drunk? Are you with people, drinking water?”

“Awww, Sawyer, you care about me!”

“Well I sure don’t want you passing out in your own vomit, Danvers. I’ve been there, it’s not pleasant.”

Her voice is pleasant, though, and Alex collapses drunkenly onto a half-occupied couch, completely oblivious to the couple that had been making out, who shoot her irritated looks as they get up to find a better spot to kiss.

Alex thinks she hears that shuffling again, and maybe some wind, but she’s drunk and everything is oh so slightly hazy, but pleasantly so – pleasant, because Maggie Sawyer is on the phone with her, Maggie Sawyer cares whether she throws up or not. Maggie Sawyer. God. How can anyone be that perfect?

“I’m finnneee. I just… it’s just, I know you’re Kara’s friend, but we’ve never really talked, and I… even if you weren’t Kara’s friend, I’d have noticed you, you know. I mean, how could I not notice you? Do you know we’re in the same bio class? You’re always so smartest. The smartest girl in the class. The smartest and the cutest. And my sister’s friend! What are the odds, huh? Maybe we can calculate it with genome mapping or something. But we’re more than our code, right, we have to be. You believe that, right, Maggie?”

“Hey, Danvers, I’m not cutting you off, but can you do me a favor?”

Alex preens. Her last name sounds so nice on Maggie’s tongue. She wonders what else would feel nice on Maggie’s tongue. Everything, probably.

She nods before she realizes vaguely that Maggie can’t see her.


“Remind me which house is throwing the party you all are at.”

Alex squints as she tries to remember. “The one across from the science building. Where we take bio. Together. But now term is ending and maybe we won’t do anything together again. Not even that we did anything in bio together, because I was too nervous to – ”

“Danvers, whoa whoa. Can you do me another favor, sweetie?”

Alex’s heart backflips and she almost careens off the couch, because she called her sweetie, she called her sweetie, she called her sweetie.

The sound of wind on the other line increases in her ear, but maybe that’s just a side effect from how hard she’s pressing the phone to her ear, like the closer she clutches it, the closer she’ll be to Maggie.

“Yeah.” She thinks her voice might be higher, might be breathier, than it normally is, but that’s alright, because Maggie Sawyer called her sweetie.

“I know you have things you feel like you want to tell me right now, and I want to hear them, but only if you still want to tell me when you’re sober, okay?”

Alex blinks and furrows her brow at the phone, because – maybe she’s more drunk than she thought – Maggie’s voice seems to be coming from two places, now. One, through the phone, and one, less static-y, closer to her body.

She looks up from the couch and she startles, because Maggie is standing over her, crouching down next to her as she hangs up her phone, all basketball shorts and hoodie and flip flops and hair hastily tied back into a messy ponytail.

She’s grinning softly, but she’s breathing kind of heavily, like she’d just sprinted from her dorm room. Because, Alex realizes dimly, that’s exactly what she just did.

“Hey Alex,” she says as Alex splutters, as Alex fumbles to sit up straight, to fix her hair, to hang up Kara’s phone without dropping it.

Alex thinks she may be imagining it, but Maggie’s voice is softer, now, more breakable, now, more vulnerable, now, than it had been when they’d been on the phone. When Maggie had been on a search-and-give-water-to-the-drunk-girl mission.

But now that she’s arrived, water bottle she must have grabbed on the way out of her dorm in hand, her voice is shy, and her eyes are shy, and her eyes are something that look a little scared.

“Hi Maggie,” Alex whispers, and then giggles because she’s not sure why she’s whispering.

Maggie grins, and it’s the sweetest sight Alex has ever seen. She made Maggie Sawyer smile.

“Why did you come all the way here? You didn’t have to come all the way here, I – ”

“Well, clearly your sister doesn’t know what you’re up to or how drunk you are, because if she did I would have heard her in the background telling you to think before you dial and all that stuff.”

Alex covers her face with hands made clumsy by alcohol.

“Ugh, I’m sorry, you’re right, I shouldn’t have – I ruined your night, I embarrassed myself, I’m sorry, Maggie, I – ”

“Hey, hey, no, that’s not what I meant.” Maggie gets up from her crouch to sit on the couch next to Alex, and she opens the water bottle for her and presses it gently into her hands.

“Drink. Please?”

“I’m not that drunk.”

Maggie just nods, and Alex does as she’s told.

She finishes the entire bottle in one chug, and Maggie just watches her with cautious but glistening eyes.

“Okay, come on. Kara!” she calls across the room, and Kara seems to materialize next to them instantly.

“Maggie! I thought you weren’t in the mood to party toni – Alex? Are you okay? What – ”

“Here. Your phone.”

“How did you – ”

“Tell you in the morning. Right now, I’m gonna take your sister back to my room – no funny business, I promise – and help her sober up a little. Okay?”

Kara glances between Maggie’s disheveled appearance and Alex’s drunken one, and she kisses Alex’s cheek.

“Don’t give her a hard time, okay, Alex?” she teases, and Alex giggles as she stands unsteadily, both Kara and Maggie stabilizing her.

“When do I give anyone a hard time?”

Kara just kisses her again, just thanks Maggie, doesn’t object to their arrangement, because she trusts Maggie not to take advantage of her sister, and she knows that her sister would like nothing more than to get to know Maggie better. She just wishes she’d have had the courage to reach out sober. But they’ll work on that. The three of them.

Alex leans on Maggie, who’s wrapped her arm around Alex’s waist, and revels in the contact.

As they walk, she rambles about the chemical structure of alcohol. About its impacts on the brain. Maggie listens and Maggie smiles and Maggie nods in all the right places, and Maggie lets her talk, lets her talk, because she’s focused on making sure she doesn’t let the taller girl stumble and fall.

When Maggie shoves her dorm door open, Alex freezes.

“You know I’ve wanted this since like, the first time I saw you. For you to take me back to your room. To…” Her eyes flit down to Maggie’s lips.

“To kiss you.”

Maggie gulps and slips away from her, taking care to keep her hands on Alex’s arms to help her stabilize.

“Go pee.”


“You’re this drunk? You for sure need to pee. Bathroom’s right there. Can you make it on your own?”

Alex nods with tears in her eyes, and Maggie hates herself a little bit, but she’d hate herself a lot more if she let this conversation continue.

The bathroom door shuts and the water flushes and the sink runs for a long, long, long moment.

When Alex stumbles out, it’s with confusion and the shadows of hurt in her eyes.

“Did I do something wrong? I don’t have to stay here, you didn’t have to – I just thought – you ran to… to rescue me, and you gave me water, and you took me home, and I thought that meant you like me as much as I like you, and I –

"Alex. Alex, Alex, look… We can talk about all this when you’re sober. If you still want to talk about it. I promise. But right now? Right now, we can talk biology. Or astrophysics, or about the dessication and revival of tardigrades, whatever you want. Just not us. Not now. And certainly no kissing. Okay?”

Alex slumps down onto Maggie’s bed without asking, and Maggie just grins and kneels to help take Alex’s boots off.

“Why not?”

“Because you’re drunk, Danvers,” Maggie giggles like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“It’s never mattered to any guy,” Alex almost whispers, and Maggie stiffens, and her nostrils flare, and her eyes are more serious, more full of rage, than Alex has ever seen them.

“Well, it matters to me. Okay? Come on.”

She helps Alex swing her legs up onto the bed, holds her up to take in one more glass of water, hastily poured, and she kicks off her flip flops and grabs a pillow from the other side of her bed.

“You’re not gonna come to bed?”

“The floor’s perfectly fine for me, Danvers.”

“But – ”

“When you’re sober. If you still want to. I promise, Alex. Okay?”

“You promise?”

“Yeah, Danvers. Yeah. I promise.”

But Alex is asleep, a small smile on her face, before Maggie even finishes her promise. Her promise to her best friend’s big sister, who she’s been trying to gather the courage to ask out for months now.

She snuggles down onto the floor and – eventually – falls asleep with a smile on her own face, too.

Takes one to know one


I had no plan for this one, I legit just started word vomiting and we got here. You can now pry this headcanon from my cold dead hands. Alex and Kara learn new languages together every year, fight me.

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Kara Zor-El is the biggest nerd in the galaxy.

She herself would argue that the title should actually go to her sister, but Alex doesn’t agree. She may be a nerd on Earth, in english. But Kara Zor-El is a nerd on at least fifteen different planets and in twice as many languages.

The first thing Alex asks of Kara when she lands on earth, after the awkward ‘my new sister is an alien’ moment, is for Kara to teach her Kryptonian. Alex has always wanted to be bilingual. Now she gets to be bilingual with an alien language.

And it works out being the best decision either one of them has made, because now Kara will always have someone to converse with in her native tongue, and Eliza will never know what they’re talking about when they switch from English.

One language turns to two, turns to three, turns to four. By the time the pair of them are in college, Alex can fluently speak six earth languages and two different dialects of Kryptonian. Kara can speak upwards of thirty alien dialects, along with the six earth languages she and Alex had learnt together.

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Ms. Jealousy

Confusion crossed Maggie’s face as an unfamiliar text message tone went off in her back pocket while she sat at her desk trying to complete the mountain of paperwork she’d be assigned. As she reached into her pocket and pulled out a phone that felt very different to the touch, she quickly brought it around to examine it.

Yup. Just as she suspected. The phone wasn’t hers, but her girlfriend of almost 7 months’.

The phone was covered with a case that read “Be with you, may the force” with Yoda’s signature ears coming into view at the very bottom. (A birthday present from Winn and Alex had loved.)

She pressed the home button on the iPhone and looked at the message on the screen over the picture of Maggie and Alex laying together on their couch both looking up at the camera with large smiles. (What? It could be important!)

From Lucy :) :) (9:44 am): I’m coming to see your ass. It’s been too long. Hope you missed me a lot ;)

Maggie’s eyebrows furrowed and she immediately felt a flood of jealousy down her spine.

Who the fuck was Lucy? And what was she doing sending Maggie’s girlfriend winky faces?

Maggie had to text back. It was for science, right? She had to find out what the X was in the equation.

To Lucy :) (9:45 am): And why would I miss you?                      

Maggie knew that Alex liked to give attitude through all forms of communication, except when her and Maggie were alone and Alex was the sweetest, most gentle human Maggie had ever met, but that was strictly reserved for Maggie and sometimes Kara.

Another message came quickly after that, startling Maggie slightly.

From Lucy :) (9:45 am): Oh, come on. You miss me and you can’t even deny it. You’re probably excited to see me, but I know you and you like to be a grumpus. Let me know where you’ll be at noon. Can’t wait to see you ;)

Another fucking winky face. Maggie was seething.

She stood quickly and pulled her jacket on.

“Where are you going? Cap wants these papers done by Friday.” Her partner McConnell asked.

“I’ve got some business to take care of.” Maggie growled. “Let Cap I’m headed to the DEO on official business.”

“Want me to come? You know I dig a good fight.” The man smirked.

Maggie wanted to slap it off of his pale ass face. “No. This is business I can handle on my own.”

She made her way out of the precinct and to her squad car quickly, her anger fueling her tiny body to walk faster than usual.

It only took her 20 minutes to get to the DEO where she parked her car in the huge lot with all the Agents’. As she made her way into the large building, she tried to get her thoughts in order.

Was Alex really cheating on her?

Maggie felt her heart ache at the thought. She had fallen for Alex harder than she had ever fallen for anyone. How could she not? Alex was smart, beautiful, caring, loving, understanding, strong, and so much more. She made it a point to tell Maggie how much she loved her every single day. And when she wasn’t telling Maggie, she was showing her. Through kisses, small touches, drawn baths, food ready when Maggie got to their apartment, and many other ways.

If this was all true, Maggie would be ruined.

Tears pricked her eyes as she flashed her badge of clearance, the Alex had begged Pam to give to Maggie, to the guards watching the front. She pushed them back once cleared and headed straight the elevator.

15th floor.

There she found Kara, J’onn, Winn, and Alex all around the center panel going over something on Winn’s iPad.

Winn was the first to see her and his face lit up like a kid on his birthday. She knew that Winn thought she was one of the coolest people he’d ever met. Besides Alex of course.

“Hey, Maggie!”

Alex’s head shot up at the name the biggest smile spread across her face. If Maggie hadn’t been angry, her heart would have leapt into her throat at the sight.

(Who was she kidding? Her heart was going crazy at the sight of the woman she loved.)

“Hey, Mags. What are you doin’ here? I thought you were caught up with paperwork all day?” Alex asked, the smile never leaving her face.

But Maggie really wasn’t in the mood for small talk.

“Can I talk to you?” Maggie asked, the emotion heavy in her voice. She glanced at Kara, J’onn and Winn who were all watching on with pointed looks. “Alone.”

Alex’s face showed confusion for a minute and Kara heard her heart rate pick up and J’onn heard her mind begin racing through what could possibly be wrong.  

“Uh, sure. Let’s go to my office.” Alex stated with a shaky voice.

As they walked away, Kara turned to J’onn with questioning eyes. He sighed back. “This isn’t going to be a pretty conversation.”

Maggie and Alex reached Alex’s private office a couple minutes later. The office was small, but nice. It was the size of an average bedroom and was furnished with a desk, a couch, a small television on the wall, and a twin sized bed.

It was where Maggie found herself napping while Alex was finishing work in her lab and Maggie didn’t want to be alone in their apartment. Alex would often finish in the lab and press kisses all over Maggie’s face to wake her up and take her home.

So many amazing memories.

Tears pricked at Maggie’s eyes again.

Alex sat on the bed and Maggie opted to stand with her arms crossed and her lips pursed. There was a few moments of silence as Maggie tried to get her emotions together in order to begin the conversation.

Sensing the emotions on her perfect girlfriend’s face, Alex decided to start the conversation. “Baby, whatever it is, you can talk to me.” She stated softly. The fear in her voice was evident.

Maggie took a deep breath. “I’m only going to ask you this one time, and you better not fucking lie to me.”

“Okay.” Alex nodded.

“…Are you cheating on me?” Maggie whimpered out, her eyes filling with tears as she got it out.

Alex’s eyes widened at the question and she immediately shot up from the bed. “What?! No!”

Maggie pulled out the phone to show to Alex with the message still on the screen. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Alex! Who the fuck is Lucy? And why is she asking if you miss her? And why is she coming to see you?”

Alex’s eyes quickly read the message on the screen. “Wait Lucy? Like Major Lucy Lane?” Alex cocked her head to the side. “Babe, Lucy is my boss. Her dad is the General. She oversees the desert base of the DEO and handles all of the affairs we have with The White House in D.C.”



Alex’s face immediately softened. “Lucy was one of my best friends.”

Maggie felt so so stupid.

“Oh.” Maggie swallowed.

“Yeah. And I never mentioned her because we had a bit of a falling out before she left and I really haven’t had the time to think about it, you know, with dealing with aliens trying to kill me every day.” She chuckled.

Maggie looked down at the ground and bit her lower lip. She felt so guilty for accusing Alex of cheating. Alex had never been anything but amazing to her, and she might have just ruined it all.

“Hey,” Alex softly stated, stepping forward to lift Maggie’s head to meet her eyes, “it’s okay. I understand.”

Maggie let tears fill her eyes again, but this time in remorse. A few fell before she got out a strangled, “I’m so sorry, Alex.”

“Maggie, it really is okay.” Alex smiled at her girlfriend, reaching up to wipe the tears away with her thumbs. “I mean, I get why you got so upset. If I had read a message like that with a winky face from a girl in your phone that I didn’t know, I would be pissed too.”

“But I just assumed. I didn’t even give you time to explain.”

“Again, I probably would have done the same thing. We can’t help our emotions.”

Yet again, Maggie was shown how amazing her girlfriend was and she was falling in love with her all over again.

“How did I get so lucky?” Maggie asked herself out loud while she reached up to cup Alex’s face.

“Eh. I’m not all that.”

“No. You’re everything. I love you so much.” Maggie whispered.

“I love you, too.” Alex leaned down to place a sweet kiss on Maggie’s lips. “Now, can we just freak out a little because Lucy is coming?! She’s always the life of the party, and to be honest, you’re probably going to love her.”

“I bet I will.” Maggie laughed. “But she isn’t allowed to send you winky faces.”

Maggie pretty much had a patent on that and it was enough to set Alex’s body aflame.

“Good luck with that. That woman is a flirt.” Alex chuckled.

Jealousy flared up in Maggie’s abdomen again. “If she flirts with you, she’s gonna go from Major to Minor in about 20 seconds.”

“Calm down, Ms. Jealous pants.” Alex joked, poking Maggie in the stomach. “I only have eyes for you.”

“You better.” Maggie joked back.

There was a pause and Alex gasped. “That makes so much sense! Of course I had your phone. I was really confused as to why Lena was thanking me about the ‘tips’ I’d given her.”

Maggie couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of her mouth at the sight of Alex’s grimace. “Sounds about right.”



It took one look at Lucy Lane to have Maggie draped all over Alex all night. The woman was beautiful. Actually, beautiful was an understatement.

Hell, if Maggie was single, she’d be all in.

And Alex was right. Lucy was a flirt. And Maggie was pissed.

Maggie decided at that moment that she most definitely did not like Lucy Lane. 

For Ray! (Happy Birthday, @comebackbehere23)

(Below is how I imagined Maggie’s face when she was pissed. Smol angry marshmallow ;) 

Originally posted by deohsogay

anonymous asked:

Sanvers learning/exploring casual intimacy. Holding hands. Hair playing. Just... little touches. Maybe Maggie isn't used to it, maybe Alex isn't, meybe neither is. They quickly learn to crave that warmth and presence, though.

dude this was such a fun prompt, thank you so much for sending it my way! :D :D <3 

at at first maggie is startled because alex’s hand on the low of her back as alex reaches above and in front of maggie for a couple of coffee mugs is harmless. it was innocent, it wasn’t intended to start anything, 

but maggie can’t stop thinking about it. the whole day, it sits there in the corner for her mind, a happy reminder that maggie can’t quite compartmentalize. 

and then it happens again, but this time she’s cooking dinner and she’s trying sauce with a growing series of spoons and all of a sudden alex is saying “babe turn this way” and is swiping her thumb along maggie’s jaw and maggie is struck, because alex wiping stray sauce from her face is so, so, casual. but it feels so deliberate, it feels like alex could have done any of a hundred things, but she chose to put her hand on maggie’s hip and she chose to lean in close and she chose to use her thumb and maggie just doesn’t know what to do with all those choices. 

it makes her feel silly,

the fact that alex doing something like catching her hand and pulling it into her lap when they’re out in the bar, or wrapping an arm around maggie’s shoulders and tugging maggie into her side at movie night, or running her fingers through maggie’s hair when they try to catch up on the voice, or, or, or 

maggie can go on and on, because maggie remembers all of the little ways alex danvers touches her. not just the ones that set her skin, her core, her very being on fire - but the little ways, the little ways that maggie is so sure alex doesn’t even notice she does until -

“you smile,” alex says, when the question finally crawls its way across maggies face “just your eyes,” she pauses, trying to explain it “you light up. when i do something like this,” and they’re strolling down the road, towards nowhere in particular as alex laces her fingers with maggies “and i like to make you smile.” 

and maggie swears she falls in love right there, in that moment - realizing that every touch was a testimate to what alex felt, feels, without alex demanding anything in return. 

[but maggie gave alex all of herself, all of her heart, because she knew there were no safer hands] 

anonymous asked:

Maggie and Alex are dating and J'onn wants to meet Maggie and talk to her about their relationship. Alex is happy that J'onn is looking out for her. (Write this if you have time, please.)

It’s not how she wanted J’onn to find out, and it’s far from what J’onn would have preferred, too.

Far, far, far from it.

Because when he walks into his earth daughter’s lab and Detective Maggie Sawyer is on the lab bench with her shirt tugged hastily up and her fingers woven into Alex’s hair, whining as she holds her head steady to her chest, he really thinks he’s seen enough of this damn planet.

“Agent Danvers,” he clears his throat, and Maggie’s breathy whining of Alex’s name becomes a curse and he didn’t know Alex could make that kind of squeaking sound.

“Sir,” she breathes, zipping her pants and helping Maggie pull her shirt down, her fingers trying to pat her hair back into some semblance of acceptability as she snaps to attention, lips swollen and slightly parted, breathing hard for very different reasons, suddenly.

Maggie doesn’t turn around as she hops gingerly off the lab bench, because she’s trying so hard to just breathe, breathe, breathe. Because she’s been here before, been caught by someone’s dad before, and it hadn’t been pretty – to say the least – and she was so stupid, she should have known that something so reckless and impulsive would destroy everything.

Like she always does.

“At ease, Alex,” J’onn says, and there’s something in his voice that Maggie can’t identify, and – when she chances a glance up at Alex’s face – she can tell that Alex can’t quite read it, either.

“Detective Sawyer, can I please speak with you for a moment?”

“J’onn, she – ”

“No, Alex, it’s fine. It’s fine.” It’s most certainly not fine, but she squeezes Alex’s hand and she winks softly at her and she puts on a brave face, because he is much more powerful than that father who’d called her into his garage and beaten her senseless for kissing his daughter, but she’s long since trained herself to keep a brave face, so she does.

J’onn doesn’t look at her as she follows him out of the lab, feeling a combination of distinct dread and the panicked urge to laugh, because Alex is supposed to be the one feeling like a teenager again, not her, but god, she does.

He leads her into an office and he gestures her into a seat.

“Prefer to stand, sir,” she clips, forcing herself to look up into his unreadable eyes.

He speaks without preamble, and what he says shocks her. And she didn’t think she could be shocked by much anymore.

“Do you love her, Detective Sawyer?”

“I… Sir?”

“Sit,” he says again, and he sits, too, this time, so she follows suit.

“Detective Sawyer, I know a lot of things about you. Protocol, you understand, for letting you into the DEO so frequently, for partnering with you on cases these past weeks. I know that you won an impressive amount of Intel competition awards throughout high school; that you suffered a compound fracture in your left arm when you were sixteen years old; that you rose to the rank of detective more quickly than anyone else in your graduating class at the academy, largely due to your extensive knowledge of alien life and your community work with LGBTQ children. I know, too, that your first girlfriend in college was an alien of unknown origin, and you helped her fix her pod so she could go back to her planet, even though it broke your heart when she told you she was planning to leave.”

He pauses and Maggie tries not to feel naked. “I…”

J’onn speaks again, and his voice is different, now, a little lighter. A little less stoic DEO Director, and perhaps a little more the stoic DEO Director space dad figure that Alex idolizes so much.

“And now, I know more things about you than I ever wanted to know, and good god, I wish now more than ever that Martians didn’t have such impressive memories.”

Maggie blushes and starts to stammer out an apology, but J’onn continues. “So, now I know that you’re deeply attracted to Agent Danvers. But what I don’t know, Detective Sawyer, is if you love her.”

“You wanna know if I’m good enough for her,” Maggie rasps softly, tears in her throat, and J’onn watches her face closely.

“It hasn’t been that long, you know. And she… she’s just coming to realize… things… about herself. That’s for her to tell you about, and she was planning to, you know, soon. Just trying to find the right time.” She looks up at him and gulps. “But that’s not what you asked. It hasn’t been that long, but I… yeah. Yes. I love her. I… I haven’t told her yet, because I don’t want to rush her, I don’t want to pressure her, but I… I know it hasn’t been long, so maybe this is stupid, but I love your daughter more than I’ve ever loved anyone. She… she’s just… you know Alex, she… she’s perfect. For me. She’s perfect. And as for whether I’m good enough for her? Probably not. Almost definitely not. But I’ve been trying to be, every day. And I’m not going to stop trying to be.”

The skin around J’onn’s eyes crinkle slightly, and his lips tilt upward.

“Alex! You can stop hovering in the hallway now.”

Maggie startles and turns, her mouth open and her eyes wide. “How much of that did you hear?”

“Enough to know that two of the people I love most in the world have got my back,” she whispers, and the tilt of J’onn’s lips becomes a full smile, and Alex crosses the room and slips into his arms.

“Thank you for wanting to protect me.” She turns to Maggie, and there’s pure vulnerability, pure love, in her eyes. “And I feel the same way about you.”

Maggie’s breath hitches and she licks her lips and she can’t speak.

J’onn clears his throat. “Do you two need the afternoon off? Because I certainly don’t need to witness anything – like that – ever again.”

“Yeah, sorry about that, J’onn, I – ’

“We’re just not going to discuss it, Agent Danvers.” His voice is gruff, but his warm hand on her shoulder, and then on Maggie’s as he leaves the room, gives him away.

“Maggie, I – ” Alex steps closer to her and takes her into her arms.

“Never again, Agent Danvers!” J’onn calls without turning around, and Maggie and Alex laugh, laugh, laugh, into each other’s arms.

And if they cry, just a little bit, it’s out of the sweet relief of being so, so loved.

Sanvers Week: Day One


She’s dragging her feet as she walks through the door. Late shifts at the precinct are the worst—especially on weekends. She’s expected to do a least twenty-five ‘stop and frisk’s per night and her captain glares at her when she turns up without any arrests, except for a 20-something white Frat boy who had cocaine in his left front pocket.

She glares back when, less than a half hour later, the boy’s politician father guides him out without so much as a slap on the wrists.

Her captain tells her that she keeps picking ‘the wrong sort of person’ for these things, but refuses to elaborate on what he means. She knows what he means.

It’s been a long night.

So she’s happy when she returns home to find her fiancée still up, her reading glasses on and her nose stuck in some heavy textbook-looking thing, her tongue peeking out the corner of her mouth. She’s in her pajamas—of course; it’s nearly four in the morning—and curled up with their pup. Gertrude, a six-month old husky that had been cut from the police dog lineup for her inability to sniff out drugs, is spread out on the sofa, her head tucked against Alex’s thigh while her fingers run through the dog’s soft fur. Usually, Gertrude greets her at the door, but tonight she looks thoroughly pooped.

“I thought we said no dogs on the couch,” Maggie says, startling Alex from her reading. At the sound of her voice, Gertrude lazily rolls off the couch, like something in a cartoon, landing on the floor in a heap of brown and white fur.

“You’re back, already?” Alex asks, closing her book and laying it on the coffee table as she stands and stretches out her limbs. “I thought you said you were working until four.” Maggie just stares at her, picking her mace, gun, and nightstick off of her belt and placing the two former into their safe. She doesn’t even have to look at the numbers anymore to know that she’s got the right code, she’s done this so many times now that it’s muscle memory. Alex’s shoulders slump. “It’s past four, isn’t it?”

“Got caught up reading your nerdy books again?” Maggie teases, coming closer to peck her on the lips, before patting Alex’s ass and heading to the closet (the irony is not lost on her) to change into something more comfortable.

“Actually,” Alex retorts, raising her voice slightly, “it’s one of yours.”

Maggie snorts to herself as she slips out of her uniform and grabs one of Alex’s button-downs, which fit her almost like a dress—even though Alex isn’t that much taller than her. Is she?

When she emerges from the closet, she’s wearing nothing but that shirt and her boxers. Her feet still drag a little and Alex must notice before she gives her that sympathetic look of hers—the one that Maggie both loves and hates—and turns toward the kitchen without a word. She sets the teapot boiling and Maggie pads over to where Gertrude is still slumped on the floor. The pup’s tail wags lazily as Maggie scratches her belly and nuzzles her nose, before snapping her fingers and pointing the dog toward her bed.

Gertrude yawns and stretches, but then turns over and heads that way, grabbing a squeaky toy on the way and snuggling up on the blush pillowy surface. She’s a good dog.

Before she knows it, Alex is back in front of her, smiling gently as she strokes Maggie’s side. “Long night?”

“You have no idea?” Maggie sighs, leaning into her. “Why’d you take off your glasses? You know I like them.”

“Sorry,” Alex laughs. “But the world is a little fuzzy when I have them on and I’m not reading.” She blushes slightly and looks down. “I don’t want the world to be fuzzy right now. Not when I’m looking at you.” Her voice is low, intimate.

Still, Maggie can’t help but tease. “Aw, babe,” she says. “That’s gay.”

Alex snorts and wraps her arms around Maggie’s waist. “I love you,” she whispers in Maggie’s ear.

“That’s even gayer,” Maggie says, but she’s smiling so big and so bright that Alex swears she can she stars in her eyes. She swallows thickly. “I love you, too.”

Slowly, they begin to sway in one another’s arms, Alex’s lips pressed to Maggie’s forehead. Maggie can feel Alex’s fingers running through her hair, can feel her opposite hand just brushing the curve of her ass. She smiles and presses her lips to Alex’s collarbone, just a few inches above where her heart lies, and presses her cheek to that spot.

“It feels like we’re dancing,” she whispers. “But there’s no music.”

The hand on her hip vacates for a second and she mourns the loss for less than a second before she hears soft music drift over them like a cloud. She turns her head to see the stereo in the corner has lit up and that Alex’s hand is extended toward it, a remote in her hand.

“Was that in your pocket the entire time?”



“Takes one to know one.”

Maggie snorts and shakes her head, pressing her body back against Alex to resume their swaying. She feels Alex’s lips return to her forehead and stay there, curved up in a smile. Her hands wrap back around Maggie’s body as Maggie’s wrap around her waist, holding on tightly so she’ll never let go.

Her feet still ache and there’s a dull pain in her chest. Not physical, but emotional. Her job isn’t an easy one. There are expectations of her, as a cop—both positive and negative; but from internal and external sources—that she feels she can never really rise to meet or dispel. But she fights. She spends her entire day fighting to prove that she is not just some stereotype, but a force for good; somebody to rely on.

And it’s exhausting and it makes her feel like she’s not going to make it sometimes, but this—right here, with the woman she loves, dancing at four in the morning while water boils for their tea, with their pup sleeping just a few feet away—makes it just a little bit more manageable. This is the kind of intimacy that, at fourteen years old, living in her aunt’s attic, next to Christmas decorations and staring at a crucifix newly nailed to the wall, Maggie Sawyer had never thought she’d get to have.

But life can surprise you sometimes, in the best of ways.

@queercapwriting FIRST ENTRY FOR ME

I hit my head falling for you

ONE-SHOT: Set after Kara saves Lena in 2x12

Also on Ao3 and 

Kara flew faster than ever before, cradling the barely conscious CEO in her arms as she zoomed them as far from the mountain as possible. It wasn’t until she’d landed that she realized there were tears streaming down her face. She walked slowly, as if afraid she might hurt Lena if she moved any faster. J'onn was beside her in an instant, holding the door for her. Making sure Lena was securely held in her arms, she entered the building. She made it only a few steps before Winn and Alex met her, both looking very concerned.

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Here is my entry for the Break The Zone Challenge 4.  My prompt was “A child is born with an imagination so strong it leaks into reality.”

warnings: none

word count: ~1150

Maggie was playing hopscotch when the Winchesters found her.  They couldn’t be sure, so they stayed back to watch, wanting to see something happen before they approached.

She was an adorable girl, just seven years old.  She was wearing blue jeans and a lime green shirt, a rainbow and unicorn on the front. Her tennis shoes lit up every time she took a step, always a different color.

She looked so happy, so normal.

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Magic Chris

This silly, fluffy little ficlet is for @christopherpowelllover​ who asked really nicely if I’d write a new Chris x Maggie fic. I hope you enjoy this!  

Only warning: Gratuitous ogling of one Christopher Powell. 

It was days and days ago, but Maggie still finds herself drifting off into daydreams remembering her spa morning with Chris. She can still it so clearly - the way the fluffy white spa towel had slipped from Chris’s waist and she’d gotten a glimpse his bare hip and the top of his firm buttocks. Maggie sighs at the image. God, he’s yummy, she thinks to herself. 

Sitting on her bed surrounded by textbooks, Maggie lays back and lets her mind drift back to that morning. She and Chris hadn’t had many chances to be together since then. On top of their respective classes, her writing and his football schedule kept them both ridiculously busy. Closing her eyes, Maggie lets herself think about just what she’d do with Chris if he was here right now. Her mind filled is so filled with distracting thoughts of her boyfriend that Maggie startles when her bedroom door creaks open. 

“Hey, Mags,” Chris pokes his head into the room. “I’m just getting back from the library and thought I’d say good night.” 

Maggie sits up and stares at him hungrily, licking her lips.  

“Uh…what’s up, Maggie?” he grins at the mischievous look in her eyes. “Got something on your mind?” 

“Yup,” Maggie replies as she stands up from the bed. “You. I seem to recall you promising me a striptease.” 

“Did I?” Chris feigns ignorance. He steps into the room, shutting the door behind him. Reaching out, he places his hands on Maggie’s hips, tugging her close to him.  

“You did…at the spa,” Maggie answers. “And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the way that towel almost slipped off of you and all the things we could have done in that steam room.” Maggie leans up and nips playfully at Chris’s throat. 

“Maggie…” he shudders with pleasure at the contact. “Are you cashing in on my promise? You want me to strip for you right now?”

“Oh, god, yes,” Maggie moans. She pulls his head down and kisses Chris hard on the lips. Chris lifts her up and Maggie instinctively wraps her legs around him. Chris walks them over to the bed and fall onto the mattress together. They make out for long minutes, kissing hungrily and letting their hands explore each other’s bodies. 

“Whooo, boy,” Maggie pants when they come up from air. “If I wasn’t already desperate for you, I am definitely ready for your strip show now.” 

Chris blushes and laughs, “You’re serious?” 

“Do you not want to?” Maggie asks. “Because you don’t have to, you know. I”m sorry if I’m pressuring you.” She cups his cheek tenderly. She really wants to see him do this, but she’d never ask him to do something that makes him uncomfortable. 

“No, no, I promised and I want to do this for you,” he reassures her. “It’s just a little embarrassing, you know?” 

“It’s just me, Chris,” Maggie shrugs as she smiles at him, “and I’ve stripped for you before. Remember last winter?” 

“How could I ever forget that night?” Chris grins before kissing her again. 

“All right,” Chris says, taking a deep breath as he climbs off the bed. He stands up gives her indulgent smile. Maggie sits up on the edge of the bed to watch as Chris digs his phone out of his pocket. 

“A stripper’s only as good as his song, right?” he smirks at Maggie as scrolls through his phone. After a moment, the chorus of Nelly’s “Hot in Herre” fills the room and Maggie throws her head back, laughing gleefully. 

It’s getting hot in here, so hot, so take off all your clothes
I am, getting so hot, I wanna take my clothes off 

Chris grabs the hem of his sweater and slowly lifts it. His tight abs and pecs come into view and Maggie sighs as she takes in his muscular upper body. He’s so gorgeous. Chris twirls the sweater over his head as he rolls his hips to the music before tossing the sweater at Maggie. She catches it and giggles girlishly. 

It’s getting hot in here, so hot, so take off all your clothes
I am, getting so hot, I wanna take my clothes off

Chris reaches for the button of his jeans, making a show of undoing it before ever so slowly lowering the zipper. 

“Whoo! Oh yeah, baby. Just like that!” she calls to him playfully as she fans herself. 

“Maggie!” he laughs, blushing again. “That’s not helping!” 

Maggie just giggles again, but bites her lip when his jeans slip down his legs, revealing his tight boxer briefs clinging to his fit and muscular body. 

Suddenly, Chris’s jeans get stuck on his foot and he hops in place as he tries to tug them off. 

“You okay, there, big man?” 

“Yup. Yup, I’m fine…AAAGH!”

Chris tumbles to the floor with a loud thump

“Oh my god, Chris!” Maggie scrambles off the bed and runs to him. “Are you okay?” 

As soon as she’s within reach, Chris grabs her and Maggie squeals as he pulls her down on top of him. The two of them lay on the floor giggling for a minute before Chris asks, “So was my striptease everything you imagined?”

Maggie laughs again, “It was so much better. My very own Magic Chris.” She drops a kiss on the tip of his nose. 

Chris strokes Maggie’s face, brushing her hair back gently. His eyes are soft and filled with love. Maggie feels a flush of happiness run through her as she looks down at this precious man she’s so lucky to have found. She kisses him sweetly, holding her lips to his for a long moment. 

“I love it when you laugh,” Chris smiles up her. “If ridiculous, terrible stripteases are what it takes, I’ll do one every night for the rest of our lives.”

“The rest of our lives, huh?” Maggie quirks an eyebrow at his words. 

“Well, if you’re interested in that sort of thing,” Chris says softly. 

“I may be,” she teases tenderly. “I love when you make me laugh too, baby, but right now, I can think of some other things I’d like you to make me do.” 

Alex Refusing to Stay in Bed

They kiss until they can’t breathe.

They kiss until they can’t stop laughing.

They kiss until their hands won’t stop roaming each other’s bodies, and they need to save that for home.

Their home.

Their home because they need to have more firsts, more firsts, more firsts.

All the firsts.


Because they love each other.

Because they’re in love.

Alex can’t stop smiling.

Neither can Maggie.

But they have to stop kissing, they have to stop touching each other, they have to stop repeating I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, or Alex will pass out. And, for that matter, so might Maggie, from sheer emotion.

Alex starts swinging her legs off the side of the bed, and Maggie startles.

“Whoa whoa whoa, Danvers, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Thought you said I was a badass.”

“You are, of course you are, but – “

“Well badasses can get out of bed.”

“No, badasses know when they need rest, and when they need to stay in bed.”

Alex pauses at that, tilting her head – a habit she’s acquired from the woman who loves her, loves her, god, she loves her, and Alex lets out an impromptu giggle – and she squints.

“Your logic makes sense, Sawyer.”

“Good,” Maggie nods, and starts to ease Alex back down by the shoulders.

Alex refuses.

“But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna listen to it!”

“Alex!” Maggie protests, but her laughter gives her away, because if Alex wants to get up, then she’s going to get up, just like she held on. 

She held on.

She held on.

“Make yourself useful, Sawyer, and help a woman out here,” Alex commands breathlessly, and Maggie is helpless for her.

Helpless for her, and that helplessness is the best thing she’s ever, ever felt.

“I’d like you to note my objection,” she murmurs, even as she can’t stop smiling, as Alex loops an arm over her shoulder, as she loops an arm behind Alex’s waist, and they shift, and they stand slow, steady. 


“Noted and respectfully disregarded, Detective,” Alex flirts, and Maggie has never, ever been so happy to be overridden in her life.

I’ll be watching over you - Part 2

So this story was written based on this prompt @bungledramblingsofalesbianmind sent me.

It got out of hand, and I had to break it down into parts… I also lost count of how many times I cried writing it!

(all mistakes are mine)

Trigger Warning for character death (which I never thought I would write tbh…)

Part 1

About a week later, all Alex’s tests seem to please the doctor. “I want to go home, Maggie. I can’t take being in her much longer.” Alex protests. “The doctor said she can discharge me, that I can do whatever I want to.” With the time I have left is left unsaid.

“Babe-” Maggie begins, only to be stopped by Alex.

“I want to go surfing one more time. You know how long it took me to be able to get back in the water after what Rick did to me… I want to feel the sun on my skin, the sand between my toes, and the waves lapping at my legs…” Alex says with this dreamy look in her eyes.

And how can Maggie say no to her?

“Alright, alright, Danvers.” Maggie relents, clearing her throat to try to mask how broken her voice actually sounds. “No need for the puppy-eyes, we already have Gertrude for that.”

The mention of their dog’s name makes Alex smile and laugh.

“I will take you to the beach, love, and you can show off to me again, okay?” Maggie grins, coming her fingers through Alex’s hair, looking at her wife with nothing but pure love. “Remember our honeymoon?” she asks, chuckling at the memory, “You were showing off that surfboard, and when you came ashore again I grabbed and kissed you like my life depended on it?”

Alex grins, “I remember that. You said you were turned on by my mad skills.”

Maggie chuckles again. “You’re such a nerd, Danvers!” But then her features sober up a little, and she says, “Your skills weren’t the only reason why I kissed you like that… While you were surfing, a few girls stopped to watch you, and I could hear them talking about how hot you looked on that board.”

“Maggie Sawyer!!” Alex gasps playfully. “You were jealous!!!!”

Maggie laughs, and nods. “I was! But-” she sighs, looking at Alex like she hangs the starts and the moon in the sky. “But you never even noticed them… you came straight to me, and you picked me up, spinning me around as we kissed, and I remember thinking that I would never have imagined I would feel like my life was a romantic movie, but you made me feel like that Alex.” Maggie’s voice breaks, and she takes a shaky breath. “Y-You gave me a better life than I could ever have asked for, and I know you always thank me for helping you figure yourself out, but I don’t know if I’ve thanked you enough for saving me; for making me believe again that I deserve to be happy. And I am. I’m the happiest by your side.”

Alex is crying happy tears, and she is about to say something when a real gasp escapes her lips, and everything turns black.

Alex never gets the chance to surf again.

Her health takes a turn for the worse, deteriorating fast, but Alex keeps holding on intending on finishing the project she started with Lena all those years ago.

They start having more visits, and no one questions them, because Alex and Lena have become quite close over the years, and Kara believes Alex is giving Lena the same kind of talks she gave her, instructing Lena on how to look after Kara after Alex is gone.

Neither Kara or Maggie leave the DEO longer than they absolutely need to, and they take turns staying with Alex as to not overwhelm her. James and Lucy come visit Alex as often as they can, and so does J’onn. Winn, much like Kara, can barely hold it together whenever he visits Alex. He has become an honorary Danvers, the little brother Alex and Kara never had.

It’s another week when the doctor tells Kara and Maggie to say their goodbyes, because Alex might go at any moment. They cry together outside the room, and they pull themselves back together again before they go inside.

Alex smiles when she sees them. “My favorite girls.” She rasps out weakly.

“You’ve really gone soft on me, Danvers.” Maggie says softly, trying to smile, but Alex notices the ‘sad simple’; the dimple that only appears on her wife’s cheeks when she’s sad, and Alex thinks she has seen that dimple way too many times in the last month or so.

Taking her sister’s hand, Kara asks softly, “Is there anything we can do, Alex? Anything you want?”

Her eyes tell Kara that she wants the reassurance of living to have another day with them, but Alex just smiles tiredly, and says, “I want to go to the beach one last time.”

“Alex, I don’t think-” Kara stops short, and shares a glance with Maggie who nods discreetly. “Okay.” She relents. “Let me bundle you up first, the sun is just coming up.”

They get ready, and Kara flies out carrying Alex, while a DEO agent drives Maggie to the beach Kara is headed.

Alex takes in the view of National City as the first rays of sunlight slowly wash over each building. She can’t help but remember the first time Kara took her flying, and Alex is absolutely sure Kara is thinking about the same thing.

When they land on the beach, Kara carefully sits Alex down before sitting by her side. Maggie is a couple of minutes behind, but she will soon join them.

“You know…” Alex starts slightly out of breath. “I always knew I…was going to…live an amazing life…but then… you came along…and made m-my life….extraordinary.” Alex feels Kara’s strong arm pull her closer, and she sighs contently, feeling her sister’s warmth sip through the many layers she is wearing. “A-And not because of your….powers…”

“Because I’m so exra?” Kra chuckles through the tears that are already streaming down her face.

Alex chuckles meekly, and she continues, “That too…but because o-of your heart…Kara. D-Don’t let…anything…turn your hurt…into stone…. P-Promise me?”

“I promise I’ll try, Alex.” Kara says honestly, just as Maggie joins them, wrapping an arm around Alex’s waist.

“You two…” Alex says, holding one of Maggie’s hands and one of Kara’s. “You two, my favorite people…in the world…you made l-life worth…fighting for…”

“You made our lives worth fighting for too, baby.” Maggie says shakily, “W-We wouldn’t be who we are if it weren’t for you.”

“W-We love you.” Kara chokes out.

“Yes, we love you.” Maggie echoes with trembling lips, and wet eyes.

“And I love you.” Alex sighs as contently as she can possibly be, and they fall quiet, enjoying each other’s presence while watching the sun rise above the water, making the sky turn from red, to orange, and finally yellow.

Just then, Maggie is startled by a long, gut-wrenching, heartbreaking yell from Kara, and two laser-beams are shot at the sea, turning water into mist.

And Maggie knows.

She knows Kara can’t hear Alex’s heartbeat anymore.

Kara is heaving, eyes still bright red with her heat-vision, but she keeps a steady and protective arm around her sister’s body.

Tears are streaming down Maggie’s face, and part of her brain believes this is all some terrible nightmare, and she just needs to pinch herself hard enough to wake up; but the logical part of her is painfully aware of how real this is, and that they need to get Alex back to the DEO. Later on she’ll drink herself into stupor, she’ll drink until her body feels as fake as a reality without Alex Danvers seems, but right now Maggie leans to the side and presses a kiss to Alex’s temple, whispering, “Goodbye, babygirl. I’ll see you on the other side.”

Remember When (3/?)

by Inspector Boxer

Fandom: Supergirl

Pairings: Cat/Kara, Alex/Maggie

Rating: M (eventually)


It had taken all of Kara’s willpower to leave.

Cat had been so tired she’d nodded off on the couch once or twice after dinner. Kara had finally insisted Cat go to bed, resisting the urge to pick her up and carry Cat there herself. After some huffing and puffing, Cat had finally relented, once more giving Kara an inscrutable look as she’d bid her goodnight and retired to her room.

Kara had lingered awhile longer, making sure Carter was comfortable with the situation. He’d been determined to be there for his mother, and Kara couldn’t have been prouder of him if he were her own child. She’d kissed him on the crown of his head and left the penthouse, but she hadn’t gone far.

Quickly changing into her super suit, Kara had hovered outside Cat’s window, watching over her until Cat had fallen into an uneasy sleep. Kara had wished she could slip back inside and settle on the end of Cat’s bed to guard her dreams, to watch the rise and fall of her chest with every breath, to have proof Cat wasn’t gone, only the memories between them.

She’d flown for more than an hour after that, trying in vain to clear her head, but her thoughts were still a jumbled, grieving mess. Giving up on finding any kind of clarity, she returned to her apartment, drifting quietly in through the open window.

Her boots touched the ground and Kara stood there, the weight of the day and all it had taken from her enough to bow her back. She grabbed hold of a chair, trying to keep from falling to her knees. If she let the tears come, she was afraid they might never stop.


Twitching in surprise, she glanced up, startled to find Maggie standing there awkwardly in front of her, worry in her dark eyes.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to…” Maggie trailed off as she caught sight of the tears in Kara’s eyes. Her head tilted in sympathy. “C’mere,” she murmured, stepping closer and pulling Kara into a hug.

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NC Nights Reports

Fandom: Supergirl
Pairing: Alex/Maggie
Rating: T
Summary: National City’s gossip magazine becomes enamored with everyone’s favorite couple and gets the scoop of the year.
AN: For the 250 word prompt: “A third party mistakenly thinks Person A told Person B how they feel and congratulates them for finally getting together.” This is the longer version since 250 words is hard, y’all. Also, total crackfic. Thanks Boxer for the beta.

“Congratulations, you two.” Winn’s voice boomed through the command center, startling Alex and Maggie from where they were conferring over cups of coffee.

“For what?” Alex asked.

“You didn’t see? You were the lead story on National City Nights.” Winn held up his tablet to show an image of the cover of the latest edition of the muckraking tabloid.

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anonymous asked:

Thank you! So what I was thinking is that Nicole- chris' ex- comes back into the picture and makes it clear she wants him back. She insults Mc and makes mc doubt herself and chris and makes her insecure and she keeps pushing chris away. Chris finds out from Abbie (who overheard) and confronts Nicole and makes sure she knows he only wants mc. He and mc have a heart-to-heart and snuggle for the rest of the night!

Thank you, Dear Nonny, for this prompt! I took it in a slightly different direction than you had laid out. It also got to be WAY longer than I initially intended which explains my delay in writing it. I hope you enjoy this  little bit of Christmas in June.

All I Want for Christmas Is You

It’s Christmas Eve and Maggie feels like dancing in her seat as she drives through the cold clear night. Soon, she’s going to be in Maine and she and Chris are going to spend the holidays together for the very first time. She’s spent the the hours-long drive listening to Christmas music and imaging snuggling with Chris in front of the Christmas tree, exchanging Christmas gifts, and kissing him at midnight on New Year’s Eve.

Chris had headed up to Maine right after his last final. The plan had been for Maggie to ride with him, but at the last minute she had needed to stay at Hartfeld to meet with her publisher. The Freshman was going to be published in just a couple months and there were edits to go over and Lorraine, her new literary agent, had demanded they get them done before the New Year. When her parents had heard that she was sticking around Hartfeld, they’d asked her to come home and spend the weekend before Christmas as family. With all that, she had ended up having to wait until Christmas Eve to head up to Maine.

As she gets closer to Cherryfield, Maggie taps the bluetooth on her steering wheel. “Call Chris,” she commands and the phone rings a few times and then Chris answers.

“Maggie!” he shouts over a din of music and people, “Are you almost here?”

“Yup! Just a few exits away. Where are you? It’s so loud!”

“Oh, hang on a sec. I’ll go outside.”

After a few moments, Chris comes back on the line, “Is that better?”

“Yeah, much better. I can’t wait to see you, Chris. I’m so excited about this week.”

“I can’t wait to see you either, babe! Listen, I’m at a pub near my house. It’s called O’Leary’s. Come and meet me here. I’m out with some friends from high school and I’d love to introduce you.”

“That sounds awesome. I’ll be there soon.”

They hang up and Maggie asks Siri to give her directions to O’Leary’s. Thirty minutes later, she pulls into the parking lot of a rather unassuming building with neon green sign declaring it as O’Leary’s: Cherryfield’s Place for Friends and Fun.

Maggie gets out of her car and shivers at the bitingly cold air. She can’t wait to get to Chris and let him thaw her out with his warm embrace. Smiling at the thought, she walks up to the pub, pulls open the heavy door, and steps into the cacophony of music and laughter. The pub is dark and cozy and almost every table is full. Maggie gets the sense that O’Leary’s on Christmas Eve is some sort of tradition for this town. She stands in the doorway, scanning across the room for Chris. After a moment, she spots him standing near the pool table.

Maggie is about to run over to him, maybe jump on his back and surprise him, when she sees a slender hand snake up from Chris’s chest and onto his shoulder. Maggie freezes. She watches as the feminine hand’s fingertips glide down Chris’s arm. When the two of them shift slightly, Maggie sees an absolutely beautiful woman standing in front of Chris. She has long, silky auburn hair curling around her shoulders. Her figure is voluptuous, clad in a tight black sweater and a pair of figure-hugging jeans. Maggie startles when she realizes it’s Chris’s ex, Nicole.

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kirstyn-loftus  asked:

Prompt: Alex met Adrian when they identifed as she/her but now are nonbinary, maybe Alex coming out to Adrian with maggie and kara helping? And congrats on the book cap'n :)

Maggie’s worried that Alex will pace a hole into the floor and Kara’s worried that Alex will stress eat all the donuts before she gets a chance to.

And Alex is just… Alex is just worried.

Because they’ve been through this before. Over and over again, first with Kara, then with Maggie.

Of course Adrian will be fine with it. How could he not be fine with it?

But they’re Alex Danvers, and Alex Danvers somehow both overthinks everything and lives on pure instinct, so of course they’re pacing a hole into the floor and stress eating all the donuts in the apartment.

“Babe, you gonna leave some for your sister?” Maggie asks softly, holding her hands out toward Alex’s waist, but waiting before she touches them. Waiting for Alex’s needy nod, at which point Maggie melts forward into them, pressing her stomach flush against Alex’s back, holding them just the way they like, just the way they asked for with their nod.

“Sorry,” they murmur, absently trying to wipe powdered sugar off their shirt. 

Maggie chuckles softly. “It’s fine, babe, I just don’t want to be stuck in an apartment with a Danvers sib with a raging stomachache, a Danvers sister with a raging hunger for more donuts, and a teenage boy who’s almost as likely as Kara to burn the place down if he doesn’t get his pre-dinner donuts.”

“I will get a stomachache, won’t I?” Alex sighs, ceding the rest of their powdered sugar morsel to Kara, who snatches it with eager hands but a sober face.

“Alex, Adrian loves you. He’s gonna be proud of you, just like I am,” she tells her sibling, and Alex’s eyes flood with tears.

“Okay, sure, but what if he’s… what if… I mean I’m not all that masculine, right, and I don’t know all the… all the ways of doing things yet… hell, I still get my own pronouns wrong sometimes, so what if he thinks I’m not…”

Kara tilts her head – a habit she’s picked up from her sister-in-law – and hesitates with reaching fingers before Alex nods their consent. Kara brushes some powdered sugar off their nose, licks her fingers absently, and asks, her voice soft and loving and knowing, “Thinks you’re not what?”

Maggie and Kara make brief eye contact over Alex’s shoulder as they wait for them to answer. Kara’s eyes are swimming with tears, and Maggie’s are on their way, too. She holds Alex closer, rubbing her hands softly, gently, up and down their bare arms.

“Real,” Alex finally whispers, shoulders slumped in defeat, and Kara sandwiches Alex between herself and Maggie almost before the word finishes leaving their lips.

“Oh, Al,” Kara murmurs, a tear nearly slipping down her cheek. “Can I join the hug?”

“Actually, if Alex wants, this might be a good time for a sibling only hug,” Maggie kisses Alex’s cheek questioningly. Alex reaches to squeeze Maggie’s hands in gratitude – for the insight, for the word choice – before leaning forward into their sister.

Maggie steps back and watches with a bowed head and a small smile growing on her lips.

The Danvers siblings. 

Stronger together.

“We’ll be right here with you, Alex,” Kara is assuring them. “And I’m so proud of you. I… Alex, I’ve watched you take down a human-sized insect with your bare hands, and I’ve never been more proud of you than I am right now.”

“You always go back to that damn fight,” Alex murmurs, and all three of them laugh.

“It was a good training session,” Kara shrugs, and they’re both still laughing, still holding onto each other, when the musical knocking that always signals Adrian’s arrival raps out crisply into the apartment.

Alex stiffens. Kara holds their hand and smooths their hair out of their face.

“I am so. Proud. Of you,” she tells them one last time, with as much feeling as she can muster.

“So am I, babe,” Maggie offers a kiss before heading to open the door for Adrian. Alex leans into it gratefully, and Kara blushes a smile.

“Maggie! Alex! Stop traumatizing Kara with your making out and open the door, it’s steaming hot in your hallway!”

Alex and Maggie startle apart as Kara laughs and skips to the door.

“My hero,” she tugs it open, and tilts her head with a question, her arms spread out. “In the mood for a hug?”

“Always, as long as you don’t crush my ribs!”

“It was that one time!”

“Come here.”

They hug long and hard, until Kara frowns and pulls back.

“Hold on – how did you know they were kissing? Have you developed x-ray vision lately, Mr. Rodriguez?” Kara tilts her glasses so she’s studying him over the rims, and he nearly doubles over with laughter at her antics.

“A lucky guess,” he grins, stepping into the apartment and closing the door behind him.

“And how are my favorite lesbians?” he opens his arms for Alex and Maggie, and Alex jolts unintended pain through Maggie’s hand with the force of how hard they grip it suddenly.

They weren’t going to tell him right away.

They were going to ease into it.

Kara and Maggie would use their pronouns, and Adrian would probably pick up on it. He might ask. He might not. Either way, having him hear it naturally in conversation first was Alex’s plan.

But Alex Danvers is nothing if not determined, and they don’t want to sit with this pit in their stomach. Not with their family.

“Hey, Ade. Um, listen,” they start as they sink into his arms, wondering if he’ll feel that they’re wearing a binder. “I’m still a lesbian.” They pull back from the hug and nudge Maggie playing with their shoulder, who grins and nods and nudges them back, holding their hand while looking up at them like they’re the greatest thing that’s ever happened to her.

Because, aside from Adrian, they are.

Alex is silent for a moment as they glance at Kara, whose eyes are wide and affirmative and absolutely perfect.

Uncharacteristically, Adrian doesn’t make a snarky aside. He just waits, his head slightly tilted, his eyes reminding them of Maggie’s a little bit.

Alex forces themself to press on.

“But uh, the thing is, I want you to know… I’m… I’m more like you than previously expected.” They laugh nervously at the garbled way this is coming out of their mouth. “I uh… I mean, I’m not a guy like you, that’s not what I meant, god, I had this all practiced out…”

They look at Kara, then at Maggie, then at Adrian.

They look for irritation or skepticism or impatience.

They only find unbridled admiration.

“Sorry, what I mean to say is… the reason I um… I’ve been feeling so myself lately… I’m uh – I’m nonbinary. I didn’t know the words before, but Kara’s been researching stuff with me, and I… it just… it fits, you know? Being an enby lesbian, it… so um… I’m using they pronouns now, and you can use them with anyone other than my mom because I haven’t told her yet, but why would you talk to my mom anyway? Um, point is… yeah. Yeah. This is the part where you can say something.”

Adrian nods slowly and his lips quiver slightly. “Are you still using Alex, or do you want me to call you something else?”

They’re too close to crying to say anything about how they’re experimenting with Al as a nickname for Alex as a full name, so they just nod. Alex. Yeah. Alex.

“Okay. And uh, listen, you can totally say no to this, especially since you must be having a lot of feelings, but um… Alex – I’d love to hug you right now. May I?”

Alex answers by launching forward, and tears leak down Maggie’s cheeks as she watches the two people closest to her in the world hug like they’ll never get another chance while the third closest person to her in the world steps around them and offers to take her hand.

She accepts.

“I’m so proud of you,” she hears Adrian whisper to Alex, and she tries to hold in a sob when she notices the tears streaming down both of their faces.

“Congratulations, Alex,” Adrian says after none of them know how long, his face gleaming with tears and with an enormous smile as he and Alex untangle from their hug. “When am I taking you out to celebrate?” 

And while that is something they’ll have to check in with their DEO schedule about, the celebration the four of them have together that night is absolutely perfect.

“Sean reaches between us and slides a thin bracelet of red ribbons over my free hand. Lifting my arm, he presses his lips against the inside of my wrist. I’m utterly still; I feel my pulse tap several times against his lips, and then he releases my hand.
“For luck,” he says. He takes Dove’s lead from me.
“Sean,” I say, and he turns. I take his chin and kiss his lips, hard. I’m reminded, all of a sudden, of that first day on the beach, when I pulled his head from the water. 
“For luck,” I say to his startled face.” 
― Maggie Stiefvater, The Scorpio Races

They drove through the gates when the sun was just beginning to drop down, shadows drawing long out of the walls and brushing Hilltop with a coppery tint. After stowing the bike in the barn, Daryl had rushed to the shower, tearing out of his clothes, desperate to remove any trace of the place he’d left behind. He had practically insisted on tossing the flannel shirt and starchy jeans after stripping out of them, but Jesus deigned to keep them in secret, as it wasn’t like they had an excess of viable clothing options.

 After scrubbing himself harshly clean, the flurry of his hands easily seen in silhouette through the shower curtain, Daryl gobbled down all the food Jesus gave him and gulped down the water. Jesus gave it to him gradually, aware of the effects of water on parched cells. He stealthily watched the whole process, worried Daryl would fall or hurt himself further: the wounded man wavered between moments of sharp, instinct-driven clarity, and empty, stiff confusion, where he just stood and stared into the middle distance like he couldn’t remember where he was or who he was.

Jesus stood back in the living room with arms crossed, waiting for Daryl to come out of the bathroom, to watch him step, heavy-footed from the doorway, arms loose at his sides and eyes unfocused. He wore the t-shirt and shorts Jesus had given him, the fabric pulling taut across his broad frame, even slightly diminished as it was. They might have been neglecting him, but not enough to starve him—they wanted him for something, Jesus surmised silently.

Jesus had one bed and one couch in his trailer, and the rest of his guests had been set up on the floor in bundles. The women took the opposite end of the room where Maggie was already asleep, curled in on her side on the bed, Enid on the couch and Sasha outside on sentry duty. The latter rarely slept, but Daryl desperately needed to, at least tonight. Jesus watched as he arranged his bedclothes, staring blankly at some space in the distance, eyes dark, damp bangs falling over them in a mess of twisted wires. Then, he simply sat, knees bent up to his chest, clutching them loosely.

“Can’t sleep?” Jesus asked from his own bed roll, a collection of quilts gathered from the old house folded carefully on the plywood floor. He was sitting up too, reading by lamplight until he realized the light might be keeping Daryl awake.

“Mm,” Daryl mumbled, eyes flickering back to focus as he shrugged his shoulders, rolling them weakly. What his eyes were seeing, Jesus was almost happy not to know. The horrors he faced at Sanctuary were still fresh, and despite his lack of serious injury—the wound in his shoulder was still red and strained, and a few bruises still marked his face and limbs—the inner pain he faced must’ve been massive.

“How about some music?” Jesus asked, willing to hum a tune or at least put on a CD on a low volume.

Daryl shook his head, narrow eyes going imperceptibly wider. “No,” he said.

Jesus furrowed his brow, Daryl’s outline dark, lit only by a sheen of blueish moonlight. His tongue slid across his lips as he offered, “want to talk?”

“Naw,” Daryl muttered. The fingers of his left hand rubbed distractedly at the skin on his right. “You can, though,” he answered after a moment, and Jesus complied.

“Alright, well,” Jesus thought for a moment. He could talk about what he meant to with Maggie, had he gotten back early enough to find her awake. “The Saviours came by recently. I worry about leaving Gregory alone with him, what he’ll do… But I also worry about facing them without him. The devil you know, right?”

Daryl hummed some sort of agreeing sound, and Jesus continued.

“Maggie has plans for the garden—apparently she grew up on a farm? Whatever she wants to do, I’m all for it,” Jesus went on, looking over to see the way Daryl flinched a little at the woman’s name. He changed the subject to something he knew Daryl would appreciate.

“One of our cows had a calf about two days ago,” Jesus said, “a little late in the year for it, but, well, small miracles. You should go see it sometime.”

Daryl didn’t respond but to nod weakly, gaze indistinct. Tears were in his eyes, dripping silently down his face. He wiped perfunctorily at his cheeks and nose, succeeding only in smearing the moisture around. Jesus’s heart clenched, but he didn’t comment. Whatever effect his talking was having to allow Daryl to unwind, he was content to continue it, conversing quietly in the dark trailer. He talked about anything he could think of, trying to keep the subject light, but knowing that Daryl would not appreciate unpleasant information being hidden from him. It felt good to get some worries off of his chest as well, though eventually he ran out of meaningful information and just started repeating himself, going on about the garden and the weather, and eventually resorting to making lists of crops and odd jobs that needed doing around the settlement.

After a while, Daryl was still sitting upright, and Jesus’s eyelids were drooping. He needed sleep as well; he had a feeling he would need it in the coming days, but he worried about leaving his latest houseguest alone.

“You need anything? Water?” Jesus asked, and Daryl shook his head, eyes dark. His posture had softened slightly, and Jesus counted that as a start. He nodded and put down his head.

Sometime in the night, Jesus awoke to see Daryl fast asleep, flat on his back with his hands up near his shoulders, and he counted that as further success. He wished there was more he could do, but for now, this would have to suffice.

In the morning, Jesus woke to Maggie and Enid gone, their beds neatly made and folded. Maggie admitted her sleeping schedule was like that of an old lady’s since the pregnancy, and Enid followed her like a baby duck. Daryl was still asleep, miraculously, waking only once the sun crept across the room and landed on his face, making him open his eyes and slowly shuffle to his feet.

Jesus lent him a shirt and jeans, glad he’d kept the several-sizes-too-large set, and Daryl put them on in full view, unashamed or safe, whichever it was, Jesus was grateful for his openness. Daryl still hadn’t said a thing about what happened to him at Sanctuary, but he wasn’t jumpy or disjointed like he was the day before. His recovery might be long and it might be silent, private, done all on his own, but at least it was beginning now. His posture was less stiff, his brow softened, though he remained quiet as he buttoned the top and rolled up the sleeves.

They both startled when they heard Maggie calling, and Jesus ducked his head out of the trailer in worry, to see her waiting in anticipation by the slowly opening gate. No weapons were drawn and Jesus hoped for a moment about who had come to visit, but he turned his attention back to Daryl once more.

Daryl’s shirt fit snuggly across his wide shoulders, fabric pulling gently, and the top button was put through the wrong hole by mistake. Jesus stood in front of him, looking up into bright blue eyes for permission before gently fixing the button, popping it into the correct hole and patting the fabric smooth.

“You ready?” he whispered, hoping his look was enough to communicate that he was offering anything Daryl might’ve needed—food, water, a home, or even just some more quiet time to himself. Daryl nodded, eyes slightly puffy from fatigue, Jesus returned the curt gesture. They walked outside to see what awaited them.

2dcloud @ CAKE 2017

Table 515

Kindling by Xia Gordon
100 by Nou
Altcomics Magazine 4
Architecture of An Atom by Juliacks
Mirror Mirror II edited by Sean T. Collins and Julia Gfrörer
Sound of Snow Falling by Maggie Umber
Yours by Margot Ferrick
Extended Play by Jake Terrell

Maggie Umber (Sound of Snow Falling, Time Capsule, & Startled Maggie)
Margot Ferrick (Yours & Sec)
Tommi Parrish (Perfect Hair)
Carta Monir (Secure Connect)

MMII Contributors:
Simon Hanselmann
Laura Lannes

Jesus x Younger! Shy! Reader - Don’t Change Yourself

Requested by youngand-beautiful

Originally posted by richonnegrimes

Summary: You have a huge crush on Jesus, but your uncertainties about his feelings towards you push you to try and alter your appearance to appeal to him. However, Jesus finds you stunning just the way you are.

Warnings: Cheese Beyond Belief


“Y/N, he’s here!” Maggie hissed to you. You made a strange noise between a gasp and squeak, freezing completely on the staircase. “I-I-I don’t know if I can-”

“Don’t you dare,” Maggie warned, glaring at you dangerously with her pale green eyes. “I did not do your hair, make up and outfit for nothing! You are going to talk to him!”

“I’m scared!” you moaned, gripping onto the banister for dear life as Maggie grabbed your other arm and tried to drag you down the stairs. You were currently in her house, which was also within a good view of the main gates, meaning you could monitor who was coming in and out. Maggie had done an amazing job with your appearance and keeping a watchful eye out for Jesus, but the hardest task yet was actually getting you to approach him.

You reckon you must’ve fallen in love with the man the moment he bumped into you on that run with Rick and Daryl. Albeit, he did swipe the keys from your back pocket without you noticing and stole the truck, but he still had an overwhelming charm to him. Maybe it was his bright azure irises or his long chocolatey hair - you didn’t know. All you knew is that you had it bad for Paul Monroe.

Lately, he’d been coming to Alexandria quite a lot to meet with Rick and discuss trading arrangements. Somehow, you’d always have an excuse to go to Rick’s house and talk to Jesus about little things like the weather or crop growing tips, but just him acknowledging you never failed to make your heart flutter. “Woman up, Y/N. Go do it, now,” she demanded, finally yanking you down the stairs and onto the ground level. “Take a moment and just look at yourself, look at how beautiful you look!”

You caught a glimpse of yourself in a nearby mirror and you couldn’t help but agree with Maggie. You were wearing a white summer dress with red floral patterns decorating the skirt and your short/long hair was curled into tight ringlets. Maggie had even adorned your lips in dark rep lipstick to match the design of the dress. You did look attractive, yes, but you still had a low self-esteem level. What if he rejected you, or laughed in your face? You’d never be able to leave the house again.

“You can do this, Y/N. I know you can,” Maggie reassured you. You gulped and took a moment to take a deep breath. “Alright, I’m nowhere near ready to go anywhere near him yet, but…you’re right. I forced you to go through all this hard work to make me look presentable, so I might as well,” you said. Maggie smiled sweetly at you and gripped your shoulder, giving you the proud look a mother gives her daughter on their way to her graduation. “Go,” Maggie encouraged, faking tears playfully. “Go find your love!”

You laughed and hit her shoulder, before walking out the front door. You felt the sun shine down on you and you felt a warm feeling spread inside your chest. I’ve got this, you thought to yourself, walking towards Rick’s house.

But your confident facade faded the moment you saw the man of your dreams, conversing with Daryl. You seemingly choked on air and hid behind the bushes near the pond, calming your throbbing heart and peaking around the corner to catch a second glance. He was dressed casually, wearing a white button up with the sleeves rolled up to the crook of his elbows and blue skinny jeans, combat boots coming up to his shin. You watched as he was nodding at something Daryl said, his eyebrows furrowed and and lips pressed into a thin line. Then, he suddenly laughed loudly and clapped Daryl’s shoulder, blue eyes bright with humor. I swear, his smile could outdo an angels’s...

You then saw him turn and walk away and you noticed that your opportunity was slipping between the cracks of your fingers like sand grains. You stood up and sped-walked towards Jesus, ignoring Daryl’s wolf whistle as you passed him. “Uh, hi, Jesus,” you spoke from behind the older man. You cringed at how shaky your voice was. Jesus turned around and grinned at you, taking in your attire.

“How’s it going, Y/N? You look good,” he complemented. Your cheeks heated up and you giggled a little, happy that he had noticed your efforts. “Oh, I’m fine. How’re you?” you asked back. He nodded.

“I’m doing alright.” he answered. You desperately searched for something, anything to kill the silence but you surfaced with nothing. What is there to even talk about? Oh hey, Jesus, I totally wanna participate in a game of tonsil tennis with you right now! Not creepy at all! Maybe you should just do it, just ask him out! I mean, the worst he could say was no, right? You began to work up the courage and smiled at your long-term crush, your heart beating wildly.

“Jesus, I was wondering maybe if-?”

“Hey, listen, I gotta go and meet with Rick and talk about some trading conditions, but I’ll catch you later, alright?” Jesus didn’t wait for your reply as he walked away, leaving you standing there like a gaping fish. You didn’t even register what had happened until he was but a speck in the distance, and you felt hot tears fill your eyes.

Rejected. Again.

You felt your bottom lip begin to quiver and your hands start to shake, a deep dread filling your body. You felt so stupid, how could a mature, handsome man like Jesus possibly even spare you, a barely eighteen-year-old girl, a second glance? You didn’t even stand a chance now, let alone how you look every day.

You took a few steps back, before making a mad dash back to Maggie’s house, furiously wiping at your salty tears and nearly falling multiple times in your dumb heels. You burst through the front door and startled a relaxing Maggie, running straight upstairs and ignoring her demanding to know if you were alright. Devastated, you threw yourself onto the bed and furiously wiped away your lipstick with the back of your hand, sniffling and coughing like a child.

That’s what I am to him, a child.

He probably had a whole line of grown women waiting for him back at Hilltop, and then some. Because he’d always just be out of your reach, even though he was literally ten minutes away from you. There was a gentle knock at the door and Maggie walked in, a concerned expression on her pretty face. “Y/N, what happened?” she whispered, coming to sit next to you.

“I-I feel so stupid,” you sobbed into your friends’ shoulder. Maggie shushed softly and brushed your hair back from your face, holding your head up and wiping your tears with the edge of her shirt. Her sad eyes demanded an explanation. “I-I-I was about t-to ask him out, b-but he cut across me as if he knew what I was ab-bout to do, like he tried to avoid the question. Oh Maggie…” you gripped her tightly as your burrowed your face into the crook of her neck. “Oh, honey, that don’t mean a thing!” she told you, but you shook your head fiercely. “He doesn’t like me, Mags, I told you!”

“Maybe he’s more nervous about you than you think,” she suggested. You laughed coldly at the idea.

“Jesus? Nervous? Are you kidding me? This is the man who stole our supply truck, and then came after us again when we took it back. Nervous my ass,” you said. Maggie smiled grimly and sighed, taking a tight hold of your hand. “I see the way he looks at you sometimes, almost like how Glenn looks at me. There’s something there, Y/N, trust me.”

Just as Maggie said these words, the doorbell rang and she got up to go and answer it. You closed the door behind her and laid on your back once more, sighing in a depressed manner. More like he looks at me the way Carl looks at that Ron kid.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Come in, Maggie, I don’t know why you’re knocking,” you mumbled. The door opened and in walked none other than Jesus himself. You shot up and your eyes went wide with embarrassment, both from how you acted earlier and your current state: mascara ran down your cheeks and your lipstick was smudged like a clowns. Your eyes were bloodshot from crying and it was pretty obvious that he could tell from the look of sheer pity that he was giving you. You folded your arms and looked away.

“What do you want?” you said coldly, your voice still shaking as always.

“I’m sorry that I upset you earlier,” he said, walking in and closing the door behind him. You nodded.

“It’s…Whatever,” you said distantly, pretending not to care when you really did. Why was he here? Just say sorry? “No, it’s not. Because I hurt you when I didn’t mean to-”

“Look, Jesus, I get it. You’re not interested in girls like me. I understand,” you cut across him swiftly, taking a deep breath after to restrain yourself from crying again. He cocked his head to the side in confusion. “Girls like you? What do you mean?”

“Girls who’re too young, who are too immature for you. Girls aren’t attractive or pretty in any way. I’m sorry for thinking I stood a chance,” you admitted, letting your arms hang limply by your side.

“What? Y/N, no, no, I-” Jesus walked over to you quickly and held both of your smaller hands in his large ones, the heat radiating from his skin onto yours. Your heart jolted and butterflies fluttered in your abdomen. “What on earth made you think that I don’t find you attractive?”

“Wh-what?” it was your turn to be confused, now. “I thought you liked women who were the same age as you and who were more pretty than girls like me,”

“Well, you thought wrong,” he said, looking at you earnestly with his sapphire eyes. “Y/N, I don’t judge people based on their maturity and their looks, I judge them on their personality and their qualities. Besides, why would you try to change yourself for me?”

“Because I like you,” you blurted out. “A lot.”

“Oh, well that I knew, but that still doesn’t answer my question,” he said, a hint of a smile creeping onto their lips. You blushed stop light red and your mouth opened in horror. “You knew? This whole time you knew that I-”

“Liked me? Yeah, of course I did. It’s pretty obvious,” he chuckled. “But that still doesn’t mean you have to try to change how you look, how you act for me. All in all, I found your little attempts pretty adorable because you’re such a sweet girl, but really…I think you’re perfect, just the way you are, just the way you look.”

Your stomach began contracting; your mouth became deprived of any moister; your heart began thrashing inside your ribs. He…he thought you were perfect. He actually felt the same about you. He actually cared. “So, just stay exactly the way you are. After all, that is why I’m quite sure I love you,”

“You love me?” you choked out. This was all happening too fast - just a second ago you were convinced he was creeped out by you and now he was confessing his love to you? “I’m almost 100% sure of it, yeah.” he said. He had said it. He just said it, but there was still that little box of doubt in the back of your head that held you back from taking his word completely. “Yeah, but what if-”

Soft, moist lips met yours in a forceful kiss, his calloused hands wrapping around your waist like a vice. With your body pressed to his like the laws of physics did not exist, you felt all worried melt away into oblivion. The only people that mattered right now were you and him. One of his hands trailed up your back and laced itself into your hair, yanking it harshly so you would gasp and his tongue would have a chance to enter. You couldn’t help but moan as the damp muscle writhed about in your mouth, lashing at your own tongue while you sprawled your hands onto his chest. Your lips moved with one another in sync, a deep carnal desire blossoming in the very pit of your stomach.

His name may be Jesus, but you were sure about to do some unholy things to him if he didn’t stop tempting you.

Finally, he broke away and panted heavily, looking directly at you.

“No ‘but’s. No 'what if’s. Just trust me, that’s all I ask of you,” he said simply. “Can you do that?”

“Well, it depends,” you said, equally as breathless.

“On what?”

“If you’ll kiss me like that again,” you said, before pulling him in for another make out session.


That was terrible xD I’m sorry!