Being the youngest member of The Seven isn’t exactly something to brag about. Most days feel like walking on a tightrope above a pit of venomous snakes — each of your teammates deadlier and more critical than the last. Homelander’s scrutiny makes you sweat in places you didn’t know could sweat. A-Train’s arrogance makes you roll your eyes. And The Deep? Well..he just makes you nauseous.

But then there is Maeve, the only person that makes you feel like being a part of this dysfunctional team of Supe isn’t that bad.

She’s like a lighthouse cutting through a dark stormy sea, a comforting presence when everything is dark and cold. Her striking ginger hair, her sharp blue eyes, and that commanding presence — she is every bit the Queen Maeve people worship and more, the kind of woman you can’t help but fall for. 

It started small: a glance across the room during team briefings and a stolen smile when she caught you watching her. You’d tell yourself it was nothing, just admiration for a senior who’s experienced with their position as a Supe. But the way your heart raced every time she speaks to you says otherwise.

Maeve found your little crush equally flattering and baffling. She isn’t blind to the way your cheeks flush bright red whenever she so much as glances in your direction, or the way you magically light up when you’re in her presence.

She can’t help but find it..endearing. Very stupid on your part considering the environment you’re in and the people you work with (specifically Homelander), but endearing nonetheless. 

And this is the twentieth time Maeve catches you starting, making you jump with that teasing smirk on her face. 

Because your “little” crush on her is as subtle as a giant billboard.

“You do realize you’re half my age right?” She says, titling her head slightly in a teasing manner.