#nonbinary alex danvers

I do try to write them somewhat differently. One thing that helps is that I headcanon them as experiencing gender in different ways, in part because of the labels that we've put on them (genderfluid vs nonbinary). Now, obviously those mean different things to different people and there's overlap. But I see Lucy/Leon as shifting across a plane of gender that includes very strong binary genders, and a large part of her experience is figuring out how to manage the fluidity and how to present both masc and femme. Alex's gender is stable and a lot of what they're trying to do is figure out how to be comfortable as themself when everything is so gendered in the world.

I also just try to write them differently irrespective of these gender headcanons. I think about their backgrounds and their canon behavior, and put together ideas about how they're different as characters. I do sometimes exaggerate those differences by making up or borrowing headcanons that contrast more (usually it's for Lucy, since she didn't get too much in canon). Now, once you factor in the gender headcanons, I do think my characterization of them becomes more similar (they have more shared experiences), but hopefully there's still some difference!

So basically I use a mix of personal headcanons as well as canon/fanon characterization as a basis for writing their different experiences. Take Static, where Leon cares much more about the perception of strangers compared to Alex, who cares more about friends/family. My thought process was kinda like this:

Ok, I want to write about how it can feel like the way a stranger genders you has more legitimacy than a friend/family because they don't have a relationship with you

That idea works well for Leon, who can be a binary gender and does like to present masc in my headcanon, so I will write him having the experience

Hmm, can I make this more interesting and add other perspectives? Yes, add nb!Alex feeling differently to compare and call attention to that experience too

Have Alex care less about strangers because they aren't super visibly gender nonconforming and have accepted that misgendering happens (also largely because their gender is nb and that's not well known/accepted)

Also can justify Alex caring more about family/friend's perception because a lot of canon/fanon is focused on Alex's personal relationships and we know they care about their family

As another example of how I differentiate them: my headcanon has Lucy being aware of her genderfluidity before Alex, so she's had more time to come to terms with it and process, which informs her character. Lucy has more direct baggage because of DADT though, so there's certainly still a lot of her learning to feel comfortable with herself. Alex is newer and doesn't have quite so many direct memories of being told "you can't be this way", so some of the things I write for them is more about exploring their gender and experiences in a less angsty way, I feel?

All that being said... I don't compare them directly too often? I feel like that might come across as forced distinction, and it's easier to have a oneshot focused on mostly one character's experience anyway. So in some ways, I can avoid them feeling too similar by just... only focusing on one of them. Also, some of the fics I've written with both of them aren't even focused on a specific facet of their gender identities, so again, I just dodge the problem for the most part.

A Director Danvers bachelorette-soulmate!au Chapter 12: last rose standing

Thanks to @nerdsbianhokie​, @standinshadowedsilence​, @gwatson2304​, @avidreaderffn​, and @salamadersaurus-rex​ for letting me ramble about this fic.

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Alex inhales deeply and hums. They really do love a good cup of coffee in the morning.

“Are you nervous at all?” Eve asks.

Alex takes a sip of coffee. Are they nervous?

“Yes and no,” they eventually say. “To be honest, I feel a lot less nervous than I did the first time I did this.”

“Seriously?” Coby asks from behind the camera.

Alex shrugs. 

“I mean, some of it may be because I’ve got experience with this,” they joke before quickly sobering. “Some of it might also be because-”

Because there’s no pressure this time around. Yes, they are on a show whose main goal is to end with Lucy receiving and accepting a proposal, but the choice to propose is ultimately Alex’s. They could walk away without a word and no one would stop them.

(Lucy would.)

“Because I’m asking my best friend to marry me,” they say. 

[read the rest on AO3]

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image courtesy of @nerdsbianhokie​

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Sanvers Week, Day 1: Intimacy

Technically it’s past midnight where I am but oh well, better late then never. I finished the fic before midnight so it counts.

I suppose this is technically nsfw  - there’s nudity but no sex. it’s just all cuddle ‘porn’. also completely unedited because of how late it is (both by deadline and by actual time)

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When Alex gets back from their run, Maggie is making coffee, wearing one of Alex's old band t-shirts and nothing else. The sun is streaming in through the windows, dust dancing in the beams of light fill the apartment. Maggie's heart flutters as Alex's eyes rake up and down her body then meet hers – as she sees the want, the love, in their gaze. Maggie can't resist a similar look over Alex, who's arms are well on display in their loose Nike tanktop.

“Like what you see?” Maggie asks, as Alex makes their way toward her. Alex doesn't bother with words, simply pulling her in for a kiss, soft but firm. As Alex's hands settle onto Maggie's hips, Maggie's hands find the back of their neck, running fingers over the prickly short buzz of Alex's new undercut. Alex's lips taste salty, from the same sweat that has dampened their hair and the back of their neck, but Maggie doesn't care.

Eventually Alex breaks the kiss, pulling back to look at Maggie's face. “Oh, I definitely like,” Alex says and Maggie's heart almost skips a beat at the husk in Alex's voice, but no, no, no – they actually have somewhere to be today.

“Drink your coffee, Al. We need to leave to meet Ade in an hour and you still need to take a shower,” she says, pulling the mug on the island closer. Alex immediately picks it up and starts to drink, sighing into the mug. Maggie smiles and picks up her own mug and starts to drink, with much the same reaction. Both of them are hopeless caffeine devotees.

Alex drains their mug and Maggie takes it to go rinse out, along with her own, to save the scrubbing that would result from leaving it for later. Just as she's setting the mugs in the rack, Maggie feels arms snake around her waist and pull her back, fingers splaying over her stomach. Alex trails kisses down her neck, towards her shoulder, and Maggie's breath catches in her throat for a second.

“Alex, I love you, but we don't have time for this,” Maggie laughs, turning around in Alex's arms, “you need to go shower. I know how long you like to take.”

“Why don't you shower with me?” Alex says, pulling Maggie in close with their hands on her hips. Then, seeming to realize how their words could be taken, adds “just -just to shower, not to…” Alex trails off and Maggie laughs.

“You sure, Alex?” Maggie asks, leaning back to meet their eyes. It's not like it's something they haven't done before, but this will be the first time after Alex having come out as nonbinary and Maggie doesn't want to do more than Alex is comfortable with.

“Yeah,” Alex says, softly, and damn that husk is back just a bit. Even after all these months it will be the death of her, Maggie is certain. She simply can't breathe properly when it's at it's fullest and the reaction seems to show no sign of lessening with exposure.

Maggie is just about to lead Alex right into the bathroom, except - “is there anything you need, Al?”

“Yeah – just a sec,” Alex says. “You go get it started?”

Maggie nods and goes straight to the bathroom, while Alex makes a beeline for the dresser. Alex joins Maggie just as the water is starting to run warm, with their binder and a pair of boxers, which they set on the towel rack.

Maggie can see Alex's eyes on her, on the t-shirt she's still wearing. Maggie is about to say something herself when Alex speaks.

“Can I.. uh..help you with that?” They say, and Maggie can't help but smile. Alex's tongue tied requests always make her heart flutter.

“Of course, Al,” she says, and Alex wastes no time in lifting the shirt over Maggie's head. She's already taken off her underwear, so without the shirt she is completely bare. Alex's eyes rake up and down Maggie's body again, appreciative. Alex, however is still fully dressed.

“You are wearing far too much for a shower, Danvers,” Maggie says, “and we shouldn't leave the water running for too long. Can I…?”

Alex gulps.  “I'll get my bra?” they say, with the uptick of a question despite ostensibly being statement, “but you can get everything else.”

Maggie starts with the tanktop, trailing her fingers over the skin of Alex's lower back as she pulls it up and over. Then she turns her attentions to the shorts, gently taking the waistband of the shorts and Alex's underwear at the same time. Just like with the tanktop, she lets her fingers trail over the skin of Alex's thighs, their calves, and Alex shivers under her touch. Alex makes quick work of the bra, throwing it into the pile of the rest of their clothes, and the both of them step into the shower.

The water is warm but not hot, comfortable for a summer day, and Maggie sighs as it runs over her skin. She reaches for the bodywash and her hand knocks into Alex's instead of her own… and oh, oh, oh. Yes.

“Can I wash your back, Alex?” Maggie says, picking up the bottle. Alex blinks for a moment, then nods. Maggie doesn't wait for more – flips open the bottle cap and squeezes out some of the bodywash into her hand. Alex turns around so their back is to Maggie and for the most part out of the stream of water and Maggie starts, building a beginning lather between her hands before spreading it out over Alex's shoulders, working downward.

Alex sighs and leans into the touch as Maggie works the lather with her fingers, making sure to get between Alex's shoulder blades and at the back of their neck. Alex hums at the touch, and Maggie can't help but be reminded of a cat – if cats enjoyed being bathed, that is. Once Maggie is done, she hands Alex the bottle so they can finish the rest themselves, and reaches for her own.

It's hardly the last time they touch though, in such a small space. They are constantly brushing and bumping against eachother, as they turn and move to wash. Maggie soaks in the little touches, letting the feeling run into her. Skin hunger, she's heard both Park and Alex call it. The small, safe touches that Maggie craves – her life until now having very little of them.

Just as Maggie is about to open her shampoo bottle, Alex puts a hand on her shoulder.

“Wait, Mags” they say, “can I – can I wash your hair for you?”

Maggie's heart flutters and she says “yes,” yes, yes, yes. Alex takes the bottle gently from her hand, then directs her where to stand.

Alex's fingers start their work at Maggie's scalp, massaging at the roots of her hair as they work up a lather. It's Maggie's turn to hum and to sink into the touch, Alex's deft hands rendering her soft and pliant. Alex's hands start work through the length of her hair, their fingertips brushing Maggie's back on the way down.

My Day 1 submission to @queercapwriting and their Sanvers Week! Day 1: Intimacy. 

Features a very sleepy nb!Alex Danvers and a loving Maggie Sawyer.  

They haven’t had sex since Alex came out.

Not that Maggie hasn’t wanted to. God, has she wanted to.

And not that Alex hasn’t wanted to. God, have they wantedto.

But their fear’s been outweighing their need, and Maggiereminds them every day that she’s here, that she’s not going anywhere, thatAlex is the one she wants, the only one, no matter what – “ride or die doesn’texclude pronouns, Danvers” – but every time they kiss, Alex feels Maggieholding back.

So every time they kiss, Alex feels like Maggie’s just beingnice to them, just sticking around until Alex is secure enough with this wholecoming out part two thing to be fine on their own.

“Do you not want me?” they splutter on the couch one night,a week or so into binding – only on some days, only in some moods – a few weeks or so after the haircut, a month or soafter starting to come out.

“I… what? Al, what are you – yes, of course I want you, I –”

“You’ve been holding back. You’ve been… I don’t know,Maggie, I just feel like you’re not into me… physically… since…”

Their jaw sets and they look away and Maggie gasps softlyand Maggie curses internally because of course, of course she’s fuckedeverything up again, of course she has.

“Alex, babe, no, that’s not… I’m sorry. Alex, look at me.Please? Al, I want you. I do. More than I ever have, I’m just… you are goingthrough so much right now, with yourself, with your body, and I wanted to letyou take the lead, I wanted to let show me what you want, in case what you wantis different now, and it’s okay if it is, but I can’t know unless you tell me,unless you show me, so I held back and when you didn’t go forward, I justthought… I thought you weren’t ready. That you didn’t want to start having sexagain yet, that… that you were still figuring things out.”

“So… so you do. Want me.” Their eyes are soft and vulnerableand hopeful, and god, yes, yes, yes, does Maggie want them.

“Alex Danvers, I can’t imagine myself ever not wanting you.”

Alex gulps and runs a hand through their newly shortenedhair and takes a deep, long breath, eyes locked into Maggie’s.

“Then let me take you to bed.”

Maggie’s breath hitches and she nods and accepts Alex’s handand chews on her lip watching Alex walk, watching Alex’s thumb caress the padof her hand, watching Alex turn at the bed and look at her like they’venever been quite this starving for anything before.

“Kiss me, Al?” Maggie asks, her voice so small, and Alexobliges with a sureness, a steadiness, that reminds Maggie of their very firstkiss; with a sureness, a steadiness, that makes Maggie swoon in a way shewouldn’t allow herself to that first time in the bar.

Alex’s strong arms keep her standing and turn her around,even as they keep kissing her, even as their tongue slips past her open lipsand they groan their relief into Maggie’s mouth.

“You wanna lay down for me?” they ask, their voice raggedand needy and everything Maggie wants to hear.

“Yeah,” she breathes and lays back on the bed, smiling whenAlex, as always, rushes to make sure her head rests on the softest pillow.

“I missed your body,” Alex whispers, straddling her andstaring down at her like she’s got nothing on even though she’s still in herhenley and jeans.

“I’ve missed yours,” Maggie answers, and Alex stiffens.

“Al. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I meant… You tell me whatyou want, you show me. I’m not gonna ask to touch you wherever or however youdon’t wanna be touched. And if you wanna be touched somewhere and then youchange your mind, that’s okay. And if what we do tonight is different from whatwe do tomorrow night, that’s okay, too. I just want you, Alex. I want all ofyou, whatever you want to give me. And if you’re not sure, we’ll figure it outtogether. Okay?”

Alex swallows their relieved tears into a searing kiss thathas Maggie whining and writhing underneath them, and Alex moans into her mouth,their hands pausing at the hem of Maggie’s shirt.

“Yes, please, please, please,” Maggie begs, and Alex grinsas they lean back and tug Maggie into a sitting position, tugging her henleyabove her head and bringing their fingers to rest on the back of Maggie’s bra.

“Can I?” they ask, and the wrecked raggedness in their voicealmost destroys Maggie, and she decides she never wants to be anything butruined underneath Alex again.

“Yeah,” she husks, and Alex unhooks Maggie’s bra in one go,a shit-eating grin forming on their face.

“Proud of yourself there, Danvers?” Maggie flirts, and Alexpffts.

“I… No. That’s ridiculous, I can diffuse bombs, I’m not proud of myself for… yeah. Yeah, I’m prettyproud of myself.”

“Good, you should be,” Maggie rasps into their ear, and Alexgroans and pushes Maggie back down on the bed.

“Okay?”

“Oh yeah.”

Alex grins and kisses their way down Maggie’s collarbone,pausing above her whimpering form to ask with their eyes if they can take hernipple into their mouth. Maggie nods wordlessly, because words won’t form rightnow, and Alex’s mouth is warm and wet and hot and Alex’s mouth is absolutelyperfect.

Maggie grabs at Alex’s short hair and Alex moans and Maggiegrabs harder.

“Fuck,” Alex swears into her chest, and it’s Maggie’s turnto be proud of herself, even as she lays writhing under Alex’s tongue, Alex’steeth, Alex’s lips.

“I want… Al, I… do you want my mouth on you?”

Alex stills and looks up, a combination of lust andconfusion in their eyes.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Well, I um… I love what you’re doing to me, and I just kindof… wanted to know if I could return the favor. Maybe… suck you off? If youwanted?”

Alex’s eyes roll into the back of their head and they moandeep from the back of their throat. “Maggie, how – I haven’t gotten a strap-onI like yet – ”

“And I can’t wait for when you do. But um… there’s other ways tosuck you off. Sit up. If you want.”

Alex furrows their brow, but they’re curious and god, god,god do they want what Maggie’s suggesting, and god, god, god do they trust thewoman licking her lips and looking at Alex – boy haircut and boy tank top andmarks from their binder still on their skin under that tank top – like she’snever seen anyone more attractive. More beautiful or more handsome. Moredesirable.

So Alex sits and Maggie gestures them to the edge of thebed, and Maggie slips off the bed and Maggie kneels and Maggie looks up atthem with swollen lips and raw passion in her eyes and Alex nearly passes outbecause fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Do you trust me?” she asks, and Alex nods because yes, ofcourse, yes, of course they do.

“Do you want to take off your shirt for me? You don’t haveto.”

Alex’s heart races and Alex gulps but Maggie’s been helpingthem with their binder and Maggie’s been perfect and it’s nothing Maggie hasn’tseen and it’s Maggie, it’s Maggie, so yes, Alex slips off their shirt andMaggie grins softly and kisses a trail along the small marks left from thebinder they took off when they got home.

And then Alex’s heart really starts racing, because thenMaggie leans up from kneeling and runs her tongue along one of Alex’s nipples,and Alex hisses and Maggie stops and Alex shakes their head because they thinkthey know what Maggie’s doing and god, god, god, Maggie is perfect.

And sure enough, she takes Alex into her mouth like she’s going down on them, and her eyes are glued on Alex’s as her lips close aroundAlex’s nipple, around their chest, and Alex looks down and Maggie’s kneelingfor them and Maggie’s respecting them and Maggie’s sucking them off becauseMaggie doesn’t care what pronouns Alex uses, she just wants to make Alex happy,make Alex feel validated, make Alex feel connected to their body, make Alexfeel fucking incredible, and god, fuck, dammit, they do.

“You like it, Al?” she pauses to ask, and Alex doesn’tremember words, so they tangle their fingers into Maggie’s hair and bring herhead back toward their body, and Maggie moans happily, eagerly, and continueswith her tongue, with her mouth, with her lips, with her eyes.

When Alex can’t take anymore – when the visual, the feeling of pure validation, of Maggiegiving them a blowjob on a part of their body that they’d been feeling so confused about and suddenly felt so fucking alive with, but in their own way, is too much, is going tomake them pass out from relief, from desire, from intensity – they pull backand offer Maggie their hands, pulling her off of her knees and back onto thebed.

“Can I take your pants off?” they ask clumsily, becauseright now, all they need is Maggie, and words are getting in the way of that.

Maggie chuckles and brings her pants down herself, her eyeson Alex’s face the entire time.

“Something you want to do to me, Danvers?”

Alex shakes their head, their lust, their need, paused for amoment, because god, Maggie is gorgeous. And they tell her so, and Maggie bitesher lip and smiles, suddenly shy, and that shyness makes Alex love her evenmore somehow.

They slip their tank top back on and Maggie nods softly,making a note in her head, and shrug their jeans off but leave their boxers on,something else that Maggie smiles at faintly and nods softly about.

Alex loves being paid this much attention to, being thisheard, but right now? Right now, they want to give all that attention toMaggie.

“Spread your legs for me?” they ask, and Maggie gaspsharshly, loudly, and Alex grins as they kiss their way up Maggie’s open thighs,Maggie whimpering and starting to thrash her hips and twist her fingers intothe bedsheets to try, in vain, to control her need.

“Al,” she pants, and Alex smiles up at her.

“I’ve missed the way you taste,” they tell her, and Maggietosses her head back in ecstasy, and it’s all the permission Alex needs to sealtheir lips over Maggie’s clit and lick slow, hard, solid, steady, until Maggiecomes completely undone, until Maggie begs please, please, Al, I need youinside me, Alex, please baby, please, and god, does Alex love fulfillingMaggie’s requests.

They slip their fingers one at a time into Maggie’s soakedopening and Maggie whimpers and screams and keeps begging for more, and Alexgives more, takes more, does more, bringing their lips back down onto Maggie’sclit until she cums, hard and chaotic and loud and perfect, all over Alex’sfingers, all over their eager tongue.

“Alex,” Maggie sighs as she comes down from her high, asAlex crawls back up her body and wraps her up with theirs.

“I got you, babe,” they tell her, and she curls contentedlyinto their shoulder.

“I wanna get you too,” she tells them, but Alex just grinsand kisses her forehead.

“Next time, Maggie. Right now? Right now I wanna hold you.”

Maggie nods and tosses one of her legs over Alex, burrowingonto them completely.

“Don’t let go?” she asks, and Alex kisses her hair for along moment.

👀🤡😈🤗

and 🧠 for Alex?

If that’s too many feel free to pick and choose! Hope you’re having a good day :)

Hey there! It is not too many, and I have in fact rambled quite a lot:

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

So, whether this will actually be posted is anyone's guess since I've been starting and not finishing things, but my focus right now is the genderfluid!Lucy + Director Sanvers sex convo that I never thought I'd post, so that's been fun to start digging into again. The vibes I'm going for are probably like "To love and to be loved"—them figuring out boundaries together, a little fumbling, and a lot of love. And it kicks off with an airborne packer, hence "dick fic" in my tags lol (kudos to @endersbegin for that setup and for nudging me to write!)

🤡 What’s a line, scene, or exchange you’ve written that made you laugh?

I do not consider humor a skill of mine 😅. I think my attempts at humor end up as silliness rather than wit, and I wouldn't say I laughed, but this one was fun in "I love you snow much":

“The view is beautiful.” Alex [said.]

“It is.” [Lucy's eyes dragged] over Alex and Maggie for a moment. “The lake and forests aren’t bad either.”

Maggie snorted... “That’s the best line you could come up with, Lane? Sounds like you’re finally running out.”

Here, it's (a) me enjoying the lightheartedness, and (b) me grinning at myself for kinda lampshading this moment, where I'm like, I'm not witty enough to properly write Lucy like that, so I'm going to write an eyeroll-inducing line and then try to convince you that Lucy's usually better than that.

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

Hmm, I'm pretty nice I think, so not really! Or like, if I'm mean to a character (and I suppose the reader by extension), then it's usually not in a playful way 😅.

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

Common advice, but it bears repeating: write what you want to read. Writing is (or at least can be) super hard! But hopefully it's also enjoyable, and a little bit (or a lot) of some self-indulgence is one of the best ways to make it fun, imo. I think that's especially true when you're first starting out—just building up some experience writing fic does a lot on its own. You can worry about the minutia in later fics or later edits. So I'd say that writing begets writing, and the most important thing is to just put some words down on the page and enjoy the journey.

🧠 Pick a character, and I’ll tell you my favorite headcanon for them—for Alex

A nb!Alex hc snippet, because I couldn't restrain myself:

The first time they see a nonbinary character on TV, it doesn't do much for Alex. And maybe that's weird, they wonder. They couldn't tear their eyes away from the screen while going through the list of shows and movies that Maggie gave them, the ones with women and sidelong glances and touches and kisses.

But whatever, it's fine. Alex figures that the representation just isn't all that important to them anyway. They've started volunteering at the LGBTQ center with Maggie and Lucy when they can, and that by itself—seeing kids grow into themselves, and actually setting up a nonbinary young adult as a mentor for kid who's not quite sure what he is—that's a type of fulfillment that Alex hasn't found anywhere else.

So Alex shrugs and doesn't worry about it. Adding a nonbinary character as a criterion for finding what to watch would make it that much harder when they were already trying to account for their girlfriends' tastes.

It's not until later, cuddling in the middle of the couch next to Lucy, a barely-awake Maggie propped against the arm, that Alex really gets it. Because this time, this character, this story—

The work part of Alex's brain that never completely shuts down wonders if someone has finally managed to hack into human brains, because with each passing moment, mere pixels and sound waves resonate more with something tucked away inside them until feelings come surging up to the surface.

"You okay?"

Alex startles, hurrying to blink away the tears Lucy's spotted. "Yeah." They try to compose themselves, pulling their hand away from Maggie's to wipe at the corners of their eyes. "Yeah, I just..." They make some sort of noise in an attempt to explain, finally letting their head fall against Lucy's shoulder, sighing when she kisses their temple.

"I thought you might like this one," Maggie stirs, finding Alex's hand again and squeezing.

"Yeah," Alex says weakly.

"Yeah?" Maggie sits up off the sofa arm, shedding the vestiges of her half-sleeping state to study Alex. "It's okay if you don't. I didn't mean for it make you cry."

"No." Alex picks her head back up, shaking it back and forth. "No, these are good tears. I, I really loved it."

"I'm glad." Maggie smiles and tucks herself into Alex's side when they hold their arm out.

"You going back to sleep?"

"Probably shouldn't," she says, closing her eyes anyway.

Just a quick shout-out to @syllabicacronyms for the tattoo and Alien stuff – we’ve been talking buddies for a while and the idea of Alien and half-Alien Alex Danvers came up.  I tweaked a few things (And this will end up being a series outside of #SanversWeek I believe) but the idea of Alex having tattoos from her species’ cultural stuff was completely their idea, and they’ve given me permission to use this idea as long as I give recognition, and I refuse to not hand out recognition when it’s due.  

lots of thanks goes to @onefootone for totally listening and chiming in on this with me. we had discussed this in the context of possible director sanvers, but i’m gonna keep it to just sanvers here.

So like, not long after alex comes out to ade as nb, he invites them to go paintballing with some of his queer group. and on the one hand, alex is totally looking forward to it, but on the other - alex is hyper aware of how long it took them to figure things out.

hell, they’re still figuring themself out, how they want to present. they have some new clothes, a haircut, maybe they’ve had a binder a couple weeks, but are still working on it. alex is super nervous getting ready for it at first, but maggie gets them to calm down. reminds them that this is just paintball with a bunch of college kids, no one is gonna care what they’re wearing. they end up in some comfy, easy to move in clothes don’t care about too much. maybe a pair of worn out deo cargoes they took home after they got to the point they weren’t presentable enough for work.

once they get to the paintball place? it’s amazing. everyone is respecting their pronouns and it’s natural and casual.

and like, alex gives everyone some basic lessons on tactics and general pointers on getting good aim and such. probably plays a bit on both sides for the sake of fairness. everyone thinks they are way cool by the end of it for sure.