I inverted the Sanvers kiss just for kicks and it has changed my life.
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IT’S REAL. WE’RE REAL. SANVERS IS REAL.
OH.
MY.
GOD.
THOSE KISSES.
IT.
WAS.
FANFICTION.
THEY TROLLED OUR FAN FICTIONS AND PUT IT ON SCREEN.
OH.
MY.
LESBIAN.
GODDESS.
AKA ALEX X MAGGIE.
THE PERSON WHO DID THIS IS A GENIUS.
I’d like to point out that our ladies got the longest, most sexy kiss in Supergirl history.
Including the Unmentionable Moment earlier in the episode (aka this episode’s only flaw).
There are a lot of amazing ships on Supergirl.
Alex x Maggie.
Alex x Kara (as sisters, calm down).
Alex x J’onn (as sister/father figure, also calm down).
Kara x Lena.
Lena x Lip Bite™.
James x Clark Kent (I will fight you).
Kara x Potstickers.
But of ALL these AMAZING ships, there is one in particular that destroys my ability to function (in a beautiful way) –
MAGGIE SAWYER x HAPPINESS.
Pool. Tomorrow night.
Prompt from the wonderful @atsirc: “i’m loving the slow burn of sanvers, but it’s also killing me. anyway, if possible, i’d like to request a one shot based around the whole “pool. tomorrow night.” in which, when they meet and play pool that next night, maggie just says fuck it and makes her move.”
(in which atsirc is all of us re: our love/hate relationship with Slow Burn 2k16)
Alex was admittedly not quite sure about how this whole gay thing worked.
She hated being inexperienced, but she was willing to admit she didn’t quite get the whole thing yet.
But she had trouble fathoming how Maggie’s speech about not wanting to imagine life without her meant that she just wanted to be… friends.
Because if some man had said that to Alex, she’d know what he’d been angling for. But with Maggie? She wasn’t sure.
But she knew – could see in the look in her eyes, in the openness of her face, the warmth of her tone, her sincerity and her constant kindness throughout their relationship so far – she knew that whatever confusing logic Maggie was going with (whether she was still trying to set her down gently or cover up for something or what Alex couldn’t tell), she knew that Maggie was sincere. That she wanted to be in Alex’s life, and she never wanted to hurt Alex. She knew that much.
And she knew that the gigantic hole that had been sheared through her heart when Maggie rejected her that first time started to fill, bit by bit, just from looking at the woman, just from being close to her again.
She knew how deeply, how despairingly, how indescribably, she missed Maggie, no matter how much swagger she’d been showing off lately.
She still felt defensive. She still felt confused. It still hurt to look at Maggie, even as it comforted her, because she’d never in her entire life felt desire like that, and not touching her was torturous.
But she didn’t want to imagine her life without Maggie in it, either.
So:
“Pool. Tomorrow night.”
“Wouldn’t miss it.”
Then suddenly tomorrow night was here and Alex’s stomach was a complete mess.