ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: everett blakely x fem!oc
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: smoking, drinking, canon typical warnings, pure fluff
ꜱᴏɴɢ: you’re my best friend - queen
ᴀ/ɴ: this is dedicated to my wonderful bestfriend @chamomile29, i love you mags, hope you enjoy!
also!! this story mentions the supergirl comics, even though she was introduced in 1959, so for the sake of this imagine let’s pretend she was around at this time..
Mags and Blakely. You never saw one without the other. They were attached at the hip, a simple task would suddenly become a two person job when they were around, it had been that way for years— ever since Maggie joined the airforce, and Everett had underestimated her, but he quickly came to learn the woman wasn’t one to mess with. Since she put him right in his place, he knew he needed her as a bestfriend. And she decided he wasn’t so bad after all.
“Hey Mickey.” Everett greeted, throwing a nod at his best friend.
He had allocated the nickname Mickey to Maggie after he discovered her ‘hey guys’ sounded oddly like the cartoon mouse. Mag’s hated it, or so she said, but Blakely didn’t care.
“Hey Ev.” Mags said, rolling her eyes at him.
“Roll those eyes any further back they’ll get stuck behind your head.” Everett smirked, pointing at her with his cigarette.
“Hm, least then i wouldn’t have to look at your face.” Mags shot back, a smirk now forming on her own face.
“Touché,” Blakely pouted, “you gonna be drinkin soon?”
Maggie hummed in mock though, of course she’d be drinking, it was the squads only chance to let loose, and she wouldn’t miss out.
“Of course I am Blakely, God, do you even know me at all.” Mags held a hand to her heart, acting wounded.
“Well, I know you have a weird obsession with those Supergirl comics.” Everett huffed, remembering all the lectures and long talks she’d given him about why supergirl is the best superhero ever.
“Aye!” Maggie clipped the back of his head, “I hope you aren’t ragging my girl.”
“Ouch! I’d never.” Ev gripped the back of his head, acting dramatic, as always.
“Good.” Maggie replied sternly.
“Yeah, yeah.” Blakely sarcastically agreed, still rubbing his head, “anyway, i’ll see ya soon.”
“Later Ev.” Mags bid him farewell before focusing back on the boxes she was sorting.
“Later.” Everett shouted, his voice trailing into the distance as he got further away.
As his figure became a small silhouette, Mag’s found herself smiling at him— but the grin soon became a grimace as she felt an odd feeling whirling in her stomach. Strange.
It was dark now, the sun had already set by the time Mags got back to her barracks to get ready. The pilot was feeling happy, light even, there wouldn’t be a mission tonight or tomorrow, meaning everyone would be able to properly enjoy their party tonight.
Maggie practically pranced to the bar, her dress uniform perfectly straight and her hair elegantly styled. She was excited. The closer she got to the area, the louder the rowdiness from the men could be heard, and the faint sound of music in the background blended perfectly into the crowd.
Pushing the doors open, it seemed Doug had set his eyes on Maggie first, as he came bounding over with his typical joyous expression.
“Maggie!” He yelled as he threw a friendly arm around her shoulder.
“Hey Dougie.” Maggie smiled, leaning into his side as he guided her toward a group of her comrades.
“Lookin’ lovely as ever honey.” Doug winked teasingly.
“I could say the same about you.” Mags beamed.
“Hey! If it isn’t Maggie.” A joyous shout echoed from behind her. Everett.
“Hey Ev!” Mags replied, an involuntary grin covering her face.
“Here you go m’lady.” The man held out a pint of beer to her.
As Maggie grabbed the drink from him, their fingers brushed slightly, causing the woman to freeze as the unusual feeling from earlier returned. It seemed that Everett had frozen slightly too, but just for a second. The man cleared his throat awkwardly, suddenly letting go of the beer, moving his hand and averting his gaze to anywhere but the woman before him.
“Thanks.” Maggie whispered, frowning at herself.
What the hell was happening?
Hours had passed, and the atmosphere was nothing short of spectacular. Trumpets boomed and soldiers danced and sang until they couldn’t anymore. It was booming.
Maggie was in a heated debate with Brady, arguing about whether the guitar or clarinet was better— though Brady was clearly biased, after all, he did play the clarinet. The pair were bickering back and forth, when all of a sudden an interrupting cough halted their conversation.
“Hey.” Blakely, again.
The air became thick with tension, it was almost as if there was a complete shift in the dynamic between Maggie and Everett ever since earlier that day— it was strange. But Brady, being drunk and oblivious, turned to Ev.
“Hey Ev, what’s better, clarinet or guitar?” John was already glaring at Everett, daring him to say the wrong answer.
“I’m gonna have to go with the clarinet.” The pilot agreed with his friend. Maggie’s mouth hung open.
“What?!” She gasped, shocked that someone thought the clarinet was better than guitar.
“Sorry Mickey,” Blakely laughed, before continuing, “wanna dance?”
“What.. me?” Brady pointed to himself, a baffled look falling over his face.
“No you hobgoblin, Maggie.” Everett pulled him an incredulous look.
Maggie’s stomach erupted into the strange feeling once again, it almost felt ticklish, yet exciting, it was confusing.
“Oh yeah, makes sense.” Brady chuckled to himself before taking yet another sip of beer.
Everett turned his head to Maggie, looking at his fellow pilot expectantly, “So, shall we?” he finished, holding his hand out to her.
“Yeah, sure.”
Outwardly, Maggie was calm, composed even- with just a slight buzz from her beer in her head; inwardly, however, was a different story. Her stomach was churning, both in questioning and in apprehension.
Questions raced through her head as her best friend led her to the dance floor. What had changed? What was this feeling? Was she just drunk? Her thoughts were interrupted when Everett halted and pulled her to his chest abruptly.
The music began playing softly around them as he spoke, “You know, you scrub up well Mickey.”
Mags grinned, “Is that a compliment I hear Mr Blakely?”
“Pfft..” Ev scoffed, “maybe.” He looked down at his feet as they swayed, and Maggie swore she could see his cheeks turn rosey.
“Well, compliment accepted, thanks Ev.” Maggie felt her cheeks heat up at the notion, but he couldn’t know that, so she looked at her feet too- hiding her face.
“You always look beautiful.” Blakely whispered, so quietly that Maggie almost missed it, but she didn’t.
The woman lifted her head up, wondering if she heard him correctly, only to met with his eyes already trained on her.
Suddenly, the music faded from around them, and the figures of her comrades turned into a blur, it was just those two, swaying softly to the tune. The air grew thick, from that moment, she knew it wasn’t just her that felt it. Though, it was confirmed when Everett inched his head toward her face, ever so slightly. But Maggie noticed, and joined him— until their lips finally met.
It was gentle, soft, only for them— no extravagant performance, just quiet passion; something that said a thousand unspoken words in one kiss.
When they finally pulled away, Everett nudged Maggie’s head to rest on his shoulder. As they both continued moving to the music, the atmosphere now felt steady, not thick with tension, nor awkwardness, it was just steady. And that was enough for now.
It had been a week since Maggie and Everett’s shared kiss in the middle of the dance floor. It had been a week since they had last spoken.
Maggie wanted to speak to him, she really had— but she didn’t want to risk losing the bond they had already built. She had questioned herself constantly ever since that day. What if he had made a mistake? What if he regretted it and decided he wanted nothing to do with her? The pilot couldn’t handle the rejection, not from him. Not when it was something she wanted to badly.
Which is why she began avoiding him. If Everett was in the dining hall, Maggie was in her barracks. If he was by the barracks, she was in the bathroom. If he was trying to talk to her, she would be busy doing a useless task. She was anywhere but near him. And neither of them could take it. It had gone from the pair being inseparable, to them hardly seeing one another. It hurt, Maggie knew that, but it wouldn’t hurt as much as Everett rejecting her.
There was a mission this morning, the men (and woman) would be flying within the hour. Maggie was worried. If anything were to happen to Everett in the air, she would forever carry the guilt on her shoulders of avoiding her best friend. But she just couldn’t bring herself to face him. So, as she stood in her barracks adjusting her flying gear, Mags let a single tear fall.
Before another one could drop, the door to her sleeping quarter burst open, with a force so strong that Maggie almost thought it was supergirl throwing it open. Her breath caught in her throat, however, when she realised it wasn’t the superhero, but Everett Blakely.
He looked disheveled, confused, and hurt.
For a moment, the two stood frozen, looking at each other, both waiting for the other to make the first move.
“Maggie.” He breathed.
The woman held her breath, awaiting the undoubted rejection that was about to come, at least she would get some closure.
Ev stalked over to her, determination in his step, before he came to a halt a few places from her.
“Listen,” he closed his eyes before continuing, “I don’t know what happened, I don’t know why you’re ignoring me, I- I know you might regret what happened, but I don’t. It’s okay, if you do, but please, i’m begging you, talk to me.” He swallowed.
Maggie didn’t know what to say, her heart was pounding like it never had before. Everett took it as a sign to continue.
“I can’t live without you, please. I- I never realised before, but now I do. I love you. I love everything about you. If you don’t feel the same, that’s fine, but please don’t ignore me. I can’t live without you.” He was breathless and sweating, almost heaving from the confession.
Maggie could hardly process his words, he loved her. She scanned his eyes, looking for deception anywhere. Yet, she didn’t find anything but honesty. Her mouth hung open, but no words came out, they couldn’t. Instead, she lunged forward, wrapping her arms around the man’s waist. Everett didn’t waste any time, enveloping her in a tight grip.
“I’m so sorry Ev, I was so scared.” Maggie sniffed, holding the man in an iron clasp.
“It’s okay.” He comforted, rubbing her back as he kissed her hair.
“I love you, more than anything Everett Blakely.” Maggie confessed, laughing in disbelief.
“Well that’s relieving.” Blakely joked, breaking through the friction.
The pair giggled, still holding each other like there was no tomorrow— but for them, there may not have been. That was their reality. And they didn’t want to waste another second of it.
(dividers by @strangergraphics)
a/n: as you guys can probably tell, i’m not good with endings AT ALL😭 so please, ignore the shitty ending lmao.