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hey i was wondering if you could do one where sanvers has a teenage daughter and she's really down and the offer motherly advice to her and then they have a dance party, you can include kara in this as well if you want :))

Hey! So, I don’t typically write parent fics (not that there’s anything wrong with parenting, but it’s definitely not for me—I’ll happily be the quirky lesbian aunt who always gifts books that are probably years above appropriate grade level, thank you very much!), but I realize I never actually said that, so I’ll make an exception. I combined this with another anon who had asked for “Sanvers + teenage daughter + sex talk?” Hopefully I managed to make them both work for you two. Also, like pretty much everyone, I’m borrowing from the comics and naming their daughter Jamie. It was that or Gertrude, tbh…

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Alex hadn’t meant to yell. Honestly, she hadn’t. But Jamie was 16 years old. And her boyfriend might seem nice and earnest, but Alex was always going to be a little suspicious, a little protective of their girl. And finding two condoms in the pocket of her jeans in the wash…well, it had thrown her. Because she still had trouble thinking of Jamie as a teenager, as someone who wasn’t really the baby she’d once been anymore.

But now Jamie was acting very much the part of their teenage daughter, having slammed and locked her door, leaving Alex feeling terrible and useless all at once—a feeling that only increased when Maggie got home. She knew they had agreed to be a sex-positive household, and she certainly hadn’t wanted to be the parent that yelled or shamed her kids about any kinds of sexuality, but when push came to shove, she couldn’t help but think that 16 was so very young, that maybe her baby could wait until she at least got to college.

“Where’s Jamie?” Maggie asked, hanging up her coat as she came through the door, depositing bags of groceries onto the table before coming to join Alex in the living room.

“She’s, uh, she’s in her bedroom,” Alex sighed. “Locked in her bedroom.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah…”

“What happened?” Maggie wasn’t particularly surprised. As much as she tried to be a supportive parent, there were always going to be some clashes between parents and their teenagers as they found limits and tested boundaries. For instance, Maggie had remained steadfast in her insistence that no, Jamie could not get a car as soon as she got her license when she had access to her mothers’ car for emergencies and otherwise had perfectly fine public transportation to get almost anywhere in downtown National City.

Alex sighed, dropping her head into her hands. She suspected that moments like these were what had started turning some of her auburn hairs a shocking white color. She wondered how much longer she could wait before she had to do something about it. “When I was doing laundry, I found condoms.”

Maggie frowned. “They’re definitely not ours?”

Arching an eyebrow (after all, when was the last time they’d even had that kind of sex?), Alex shook her head. “No, they were in her jeans. You know I check the pockets ever since the red lipstick incident.”

Maggie shuddered at the memory. She’d lost a couple of good white button ups to that lipstick. “Right, yeah. So…why is she locked in her room?”

“I may have said something about it…” Alex trailed off, her guilty expression making the end of that sentence rather obvious.

“What happened to this being a sex-positive house, Danvers?” Maggie sighed. She knew Alex always meant well, but they’d been pretty adamant about certain things when it came to decisions about parenting, and this was one of them.

“I know! It’s just…Maggie, c’mon! She’s 16! Do we really want to encourage that already?”

“She’s 16 and in a relationship with a boy we don’t hate. Maybe I’m not ready to think about our kid growing up that fast, but this isn’t the worst case scenario, ya know? And I think we should talk to her—maybe she’ll still make her own decisions, but she can hear our perspectives in a non-judgmental way.”

“I know,” Alex groaned. “And I know I didn’t handle it well. Right, I could’ve said something positive.” Alex tried to think of one. “Like how she thought to get condoms at all!”

“That’s true!”

“But…she’s 16.”

“She’s 16,” Maggie agreed. “But I lost my virginity at 17.”

“Not helping,” Alex grumbled.

“But I had no idea what safe and healthy sex was supposed to look like, Alex. And I think, as awkward as those conversations would have been, it could have been really helpful to have had them at all.”

“Does that mean you’re volunteering to talk to her?” Alex asked.

“I suppose she might be happier to see me than you right now,” Maggie shrugged. “But you’re not off the hook forever.”

“Fair enough.”

—

“I don’t want to talk to you!” Jamie yelled through her closed door.

“It’s me,” Maggie responded. “C’mon, I want to talk to you. Just for a few minutes.” After a pause, the knob twisted and clicked unlocked, though it remained shut. “Does this mean I can come in?” Maggie asked, wanting to let Jamie feel like she had some measure of control.

“I’m not stopping you,” Jamie mumbled.

“Hey, hon. How are you?” Maggie asked, letting herself in and shutting the door behind her.

“You wouldn’t be talking to me like that if you didn’t already know.”

Maggie sighed. “No, you’re right. I do have some idea of what happened. But I’d like to hear it from your perspective too. I just got to hear from Mom.”

“She yelled at me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Told me I was too young and shouldn’t be worrying about these things just yet.”

“Well, I know that’s probably not what you wanted to hear, but I know your Mom isn’t mad at you. She’s worried and scared about her baby growing up too fast.”

“It’s not like I’ve used them,” Jamie mumbled.

Maggie tried to keep her face neutral, not wanting to look relieved and have Jamie think that sex was something to be ashamed of in the slightest. “We’re both very proud of you for thinking about safe sex.”

“Mom didn’t sound proud, Mama,” Jamie retorted.

“I know,” Maggie admitted. “But she told me later that she wished she had mentioned it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.” After a pause, Maggie continued, “Do you want to tell me about why you got them?”

Jamie shrugged. “Some of my friends did. And, I don’t know, Jacob and I have been dating for a while.”

“You know that you don’t owe him anything, right? Just because you’ve been dating for a while—it’s your decision—both of your decisions. If one person doesn’t want it, that means it doesn’t happen.”

“I know, I know. I do remember the whole consent talk.”

“It’s worth repeating.”

“Mom has repeated it about 20 times.”

Maggie bit back a grin. “Your Mom is a smart lady.”

“But she’s still judging me for thinking about having sex.”

“She’s not judging you,” Maggie insisted, shaking her head. “She’s absolutely not judging you. It’s just…sex can be a really big step. And maybe it doesn’t always mean a lot, but it’s often better when it does.”

“Are you really going to talk to me about how to make sex better when I’m not even supposed to be having it yet?”

Shrugging, Maggie answered: “Just because we’re not encouraging you to have sex at the ripe old age of 16 doesn’t mean we don’t care about giving you all of the information you need. You can always ask questions. I mean it,” she added, looking Jamie in the eyes. “I don’t care if it’s awkward. I don’t care if it’s about something as basic as the mechanics or something about your feelings. I’d still rather have you know that no matter what your question is, I’m here for you, okay? And maybe you want to talk to me instead of Mom for now, but I promise she’d also rather you were well-informed than going off of what can be some really unreliable stuff out on the internet or even among your friends, okay?”

“Have you even…I mean, no offense, but would you…would you even have answers?”

“Of course I’d have answers,” Maggie scoffed. “About what?”

“Sex with men.”

Maggie paused, considering the question. “Well…I have a general understanding…”

Jamie bit back a laugh, trying not to think about the fact that she was even acknowledging that her parents might have a sex life at all.

“Look, I know she can be a little bit…tougher when it comes to these things, but your Mom probably has more answers than I do when it comes to those things.”

“Really?” Jamie looked slightly incredulous.

“Yes, really,” Maggie retorted, playfully knocking her shoulder against Jamie’s. “We both know Mom and know that she’ll probably be as awkward at answering as you are at asking those questions, but I’ll give her the heads up, okay? And, like me, she still wants you to have all of the information we didn’t have, alright?”

“Yeah, okay,” Jamie nodded.

“Now do you want to come downstairs? Aunt Kara is coming over with some ice cream tonight.”

“Not yet, if that’s okay.”

“Take as long as you need, but make sure that you eat dinner, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” Jamie nodded. Before Maggie could leave, she called out: “And, Mama? Thanks.”

“Anytime, Jamie. I mean it.”

—

Later that night once Kara had arrived, Maggie headed back upstairs after finishing the dishes, always wanting to give the sisters a bit of time together on their own. Knowing Jamie had only appeared briefly to get a bit of dinner, Maggie headed down the hallway after enough time had passed. “Jamie,” Maggie called from outside of her door.

“Yes?”

“Aunt Kara is here. I bet she’d love to see you.”

Jamie popped her head out of the doorframe. “Do you think Mom told her…you know, about today?”

“No, she wouldn’t do that, I promise. Trust me, she feels badly about how she reacted, and she’s not going to say anything to try to embarrass you to Kara.”

“Okay,” Jamie sighed.

So together they headed downstairs with the promise of homemade cookies waiting for them. Only what they found was so much better than cookies. Because in the middle of the den, Kara had, in a last ditch effort to cheer Alex up, dragged Alex to her feet, insisting that they perform the dance routines they’d learned together in high school to Grease, which was playing on the television.

Maggie could only wait so long before cackling with glee at the sight of Alex strutting around like Danny Zuko. Alex immediately froze, though Kara just integrated a spin into her routine and waved happily at Maggie and Jamie, not missing a beat as Sandy began singing once more and Kara joined in.

“You gonna just watch or are you gonna come join us?” Alex challenged, figuring this could be the first step in opting for engagement over embarrassment.

“I guess I’m coming to join you,” Maggie laughed. “Should I grab our leather jackets?”

“Nah, it gets too hot,” Alex answered in a tone of voice so matter-of-fact that Maggie had to assume she and Kara had tried at least once already.

“You coming too, kid?” Maggie called out to Jamie, who was still trying to figure out whether she should be more horrified or amused at the sight in front of her. Finally she shrugged, figuring as long as her friends didn’t know it was probably okay.

Which is how she found herself suddenly being swept into the group and swung along to the songs, letting Aunt Kara and her Mom teach her and her Mama how to hand jive during the prom scene and laughing at her Mom’s struggle not to say anything during any of the scenes about high schoolers having (or not having) sex. But then a song would start up again, and that was all it took for Aunt Kara to drag her Mom back out to the center of the room, demonstrating once more what nerds they really were. But then her Mama would offer a hand and have her up and dancing along despite not having a clue what the moves were. And after enough time, she found that she didn’t care so much, found that she was actually giggling, found that she was suddenly being spun around by her Mom and not shying away out of embarrassment or pushing back out of anger, but letting it happen, letting the stress of their earlier fight melt away.

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