Maggie was having a pretty rough day. The teenager she had
been helping get through the flawed, racist system had gone to prison for a
stupid amount of time. She knew for a fact that if the boy had been white, the
system would have given in a slap on the wrist and kept it moving.
She hated watching
young people of color receive the short end of the stick simply because of
their race, ethnicity, or sexuality.
All she wanted was to go home and have a nice, cold beer and
not think about it.
She pushed the key into the lock of Alex’s door and went to
open it, but paused when she heard music played on the other side of the door.
She could have sworn she heard Alex singing along with the upbeat rhythm that
Maggie recognized as These Words by
Maggie quietly opened the door and her heart swooned at the
Alex was standing in her living room in Ninja Turtle pajama
pants and a tank top folding laundry while loudly singing along to the lyrics.
She caught sight of Maggie as soon as she walked in and her smile got wider,
but she didn’t stop singing.
“These words are my
own. From my heart flow. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you!
There’s no other way to better say, I love you, I love you…” she sang
loudly, extending her arms towards Maggie and scrunching her eyes with the
emotion of the song.
Maggie could feel her heart doing somersaults in her chest,
but she rolled her eyes and laughed to cover it up.
“You’re such a nerd, Danvers.” Maggie stated, walking to
press a kiss to Alex’s waiting lips.
“What? Can’t a girl say I love you?”
Maggie couldn’t help the smile that widened on her face. “I
love you, too.”
Maggie knew Alex loved corny jokes.
Like loved corny
Maggie could remember the first time she’d ever told Alex a
pun “Hey, Danvers, what do otters drive?”
“No clue” “Ottermobiles” and Alex nearly threw up from laughing so hard.
And so Maggie took to learning every single corny joke there
“Danvers, how many tickles take to make an octopus laugh?”
“…eight? I have no idea.” A light chuckle.
“Nope.” Maggie let a dopey smile cross her face. “Ten
Alex snorted loudly in the middle of the DEO at that one.
And it earned Maggie a small kiss
which was always a great payment.
Alex’s favorite had happened after they’d worn each other
out in bed one night. Alex was falling asleep quickly due to Maggie lightly
rubbing her back. “Who was the roundest knight at the table?”
Alex’s head lifted up to seek out Maggie’s face. “What?”
“The roundest knight at the table, Danvers, who was it?”
“Noooo.” Maggie laughed. “Cir-cumference!”
Alex’s eyes lit up at the math joke (nerd) and she laughed pretty loudly. It made Maggie’s heart swell.
And so she told Alex a joke every chance she could get. She
loved hearing the bursts of laughter from Alex’s mouth and it prided her to
know that she was the cause of it.
“What do you call a crocodile in a vest and a knack for
research?” Maggie asked one day as Alex jotted down notes in her lab about
whatever she was seeing through the microscope. Maggie would’ve been bored out
of her mind if it hadn’t been for Alex in that white lab coat and those damn
glasses. Instead her mind was in a frenzy and her body was on fire.
Puns helped to calm it down.
“Hmm?” Alex threw a quick glance at Maggie before returning
to her notes.
“An investigator.” Maggie grinned largely waiting for Alex’s
Except it never came.
“Ehhh. That’s not funny because crocodiles and alligators
are actually very different. Crocodiles live in more saltwater areas while
alligators prefer freshwater. Also, Alligators have wider, U-shaped snouts
while crocodiles are shaped like a V. So, I can’t laugh at your joke because
it’s scientifically incorrect.” Alex stated very seriously.
Maggie was at loss for words. “…Are…are you kidding?”
“No.” Alex stressed with wide eyes. “Science is never a
Maggie watched her a moment before realizing that her
girlfriend was actually dead serious. A laugh bubbled up and out of her mouth
before she had a chance to stop it. “Woooow. You’re a bigger nerd than I
“Whatever.” Alex chuckled, turning back to her notes.
Alex knew that she couldn’t dance. Like at all. But Maggie
loved with Alex danced because it never failed to amuse her.
And so Alex danced all the time.
She does a little dance in the morning while Maggie watches
her get ready for work from the bed they’d both slept in. She shimmies into her
pants with while humming an upbeat tune and doing little extra jazz hands and
things complete with facial expressions. The whole 9.
Maggie loved the mornings now.
She does a little spin move and sings dramatically into the
shower head on the mornings Maggie joins her in the shower.
Maggie gives her a loud laugh and wet shower kisses for
Alex shakes her butt a little as she’s putting in the dvd
for the night and Maggie watches on with her lip between her teeth and a smile
on her face.
She only breaks out into laughter when Alex places her hands
on her knees and really gets into it in a really dorky way.
And so Maggie always urges Alex to put in the dvd.
When she brings Maggie’s lunch to the precinct because Maggie
has abused her paperwork for a day too long and her captain is on her ass about
it, Alex places the take-out container on Maggie’s desk before doing a quick
Michael Jackson spin and finishing off the move with finger guns.
Maggie nearly tips her for being the best delivery service
in town. She kisses her in thanks instead.
To get Maggie to stop crying after she has to watch the man
who murdered an innocent alien refugee walk free and couldn’t do anything about
it, Alex does the silliest shoulder shimmy while making a goofy face and
singing a Britney Spears song in an over-exaggerated nasally tone.
Maggie watches her dork of a girlfriend through watery eyes
and she tells herself that she’s not gonna crack, but her girlfriend is
persistent and she finds herself giggling at Alex’s actions.
“God, I love you so much.” Maggie whispered, tears still
falling, but her sadness was eased a little.
“I love you more.” Alex smiles and leaning forward to
capture Maggie’s lips.
Maggie’s favorite, though, is the dance that Alex does when
she wins any kind of game.
During game night, Alex wins the game of Scrabble that had
been going on for most of the night. She beats Winn by 4 points and she was up
on her feet in the blink of an eye.
“Ha! I win! Suck it, Schott!” Alex cheers, thrusting her
hands into the air and gently rotating her hips.
Maggie can’t help but laugh at her.
Fuck, she loved that woman.
Maggie loved to cook.
Growing up in a large family, Maggie had been forced to learn
to cook from a young age.
And now, having to feed both of the Danvers, her cooking
skills were coming into use.
And so she made a deal with Kara and Alex that if they
picked up the groceries she needed, she would make dinner every night.
Needless to say, Maggie found herself spending quite a lot
of time in front of her stove, Alex’s stove, and Kara’s stove.
She didn’t mind though. Most of the time she had some eager
helping hands. Kara came in handy when she needed things chopped quickly and
Alex was useful for measuring the proper amounts of ingredients.
They all made one solid team.
She also didn’t mind the silly things that went along with
cooking dinner for her newly formed family. (It felt so amazing to even be a
part of a family again.)
Most of the time there was some kind of music playing.
Kara preferred that they play Disney songs when they were at
her place and Maggie spent her time watching the sisters break into slightly
off key renditions of their favorite duets. (It came as a shock that Alex was
usually the soprano and could hit most of the notes with ease.)
When they were at Alex’s place, Maggie found herself listening
to anything from show tunes, It Takes Two from Hairspray and Maria from
Westside Story were Alex’s two faves, to old school P!nk. Of course, she had
her alternative rock bands thrown in there too.
Who would Alex be if she couldn’t tell Maggie to pour some
sugar on her? (Cue silly dance)
Maggie, on the other hand, was more into old r&b love songs.
Usher, Boys II Men, Shai, Alicia Keys, and Destiny’s Child filled the playlist.
Maggie often times found herself singing the songs to Alex and finally
understanding what the singers were talking about when they sang about love.
(Kara cooed each and every time Maggie sang along to the
songs and Alex’s face turned into that dopey smile that told the world that she
was in love.)
Sometimes, when Kara was otherwise occupied by being the DJ
or checking her Snapchat, Alex moved to stand behind Maggie before she wrapped
her arms around Maggie’s waist and whispered sweet things into her ear. This
never failed to make Maggie melt back into Alex’s body and let her eyes fall
closed at the feeling of being so close to the woman she loved.
Alex, though, would ruin the moment seconds later when she
blows a loud raspberry on Maggie’s neck making Maggie shriek and push a
laughing Alex away from her.
Fucking loveable brat.
And so cooking was always an adventure with the Danvers plus
Laughs filled the kitchen along with the enticing aromas of
whatever Maggie was cooking that night.
Humor had been a constant in their relationship.
It was the only way that they could cope with the constant
threat of one of them dying in their unbelievably dangerous jobs.
And so they kept each other laughing any chance they got.
And proposals were no different.
Alex dropped to one knee one night after Maggie had gotten
out of the shower to find the room filled with candles and rose pedals all over
Alex’s huge bed. The ring she held out to Maggie had to be one of the most
beautiful rings that Maggie had ever seen.
To say Maggie was shocked was an understatement.
“Maggie Sawyer, there are a million things I could say right
now. I could go on and on about how much I love you or how much I want to spend
the rest of my life with you, but I hope you already know that because I do my
best to tell you and show you every day.”
“I do. I know.” Maggie let out a watery chuckle.
“Hey, no ‘I do’s’ yet!”
“But I’m glad you know. What you don’t know is that I want to
spend the rest of my life making that beautiful smile cross your face every
day. I want to dance and sing in the shower with you every morning. I want to
sing show tunes and Disney Princess songs with you. I want to take a Slow Ride with you and Cater to You like Destiny’s Children
sing about. I wanna be your favorite delivery woman and your personal raspberry
blower. I want all of it with you and only you, Mags.”
God, Maggie was a sobbing mess at this point.
“So, will you please let me put a ring on it? Marry me?”
Maggie couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out of her
throat. “Yes, baby, you can put a ring on it.”
Alex placed the beautiful ring on Maggie’s left ring finger
before standing to thrust her hands in the air. “Yes! Take that, Yonce!” Cue
silly dance move.
(By the time most read this it’ll already Tuesday in NZ I guess)
I’m pretty sure everyone knows that my favourite is Ryuji. I don’t really know what to say because I want to say everything all at once…
Ryuji’s a real surprise because when you first see him, he looks like a scary tough guy who might scare the crap out of you if you run into him in a dark alleyway.
But it’s totally not the case! This guy is about as cinnamon bun as cinnamon buns get! In fact every time he smiles I’m pretty sure a cinnamon bun is born fresh out of the oven.
Just for a couple examples of this moe gap: the guy uses pink-packaging fruit candy flavoured lipbalms, carries candy in his bag, leaves a gap in the bathroom door if he has to go at night (esp. after a horror movie), watches baby animal videos on his off days, thought that Kendrick Lamar was “Hysteric Glamour” (fashion brand), thinks leopard print is still in fashion, is literally shyer than a 15(16?)yo school girl, wants to be a bird in his next life… (list goes on)
Moreover, Ryuji is an astonishingly gentle and humble person. We all know that most of the Exile guys really worked themselves to the bone to get to where they are now, and Ryuji’s definitely no exception, going from a construction worker driving around in a 400cc bike to karaoke and into VBA1, and then VBA2, before all that hard work finally paid off. But still, every time he’s complimented he gets embarrassed and tries to deny it -and now he’s finally being shown the love and respect he deserves by the guys (Brian McKnight! Boys II Men!! etc.) he so admires, I am so so proud of him!
Ryuji’s throat problems during mid-late 2016 (is that the right time period? I’ve got a really bad concept of time) was really a big shock for everybody I think, and all through that time I listened to him try his damndest to perform and look like he was ok, but you could tell from his expression and body language that he wasn’t happy. It was also during that time that the rest of 3jsb were kind of spread out doing their own projects while Ryuji had nothing else apart from his radio show. So it was a really hard time to go through for him, I think. For the fans too, but mostly for him. So, I’m so glad that he bounced back with 5x the energy, and now he’s got some exciting mysterious collab projects and solo shows lined up! I can’t wait to hear the results!
Well, I’ll stop here before it becomes an essay… Nyanchu smile to finish of course.