Your video knocked me out of my chair, that is the highest praise i can give so, kudos to you sir! Also, I love Princes name, good choice 😄👍 and not to mention that epic rap Logan gave! It was FIREEE 🔥
Ahaha thank you!!!! That was a ton of fun!! The rap was all written by my friend, @jonerstrokes!! They can construct a rap like no one’s business, and I loved it all!
“He wasn’t my friend. He was my partner. My lover. I used to hate those words, but his father hated them more, so I grew to love them. Elliot’s father, you may have heard of him. Sir Laurence Bishop. No? He owns just about everything in the U.K., including his family. When we first met, Elliot was messing around with boys in the backrooms of bars, all the while dating appropriate women. Appropriate by his father’s standards because they were women. I didn’t mean to fall for him. I’d never fallen for anyone. You see, I’m quite surprised you haven’t heard of Sir Bishop because he’s a good old fresh and righteous Anglican who wanted his only son to be so, too. It’s his legacy. You see, we still believe in that kind of stuff where I’m from. But when he found out that Elliot and me were more than friends, he cut him off. Closed every door. Said if he wanted back, he had to come back a man and… Well, Elliot hadn’t worked a day in his life, so he had nothing. Well, he had nothing but me. And that lasted about three months, and then he was gone. I tried to see him, but I couldn’t find him. His family wouldn’t talk to me. I reached out to his sister, who tried, but they got to her, too, and he stopped returning my calls. So I stopped calling. A year goes by. In the mail, a wedding invitation. “Sir Laurence Bishop invites you to attend the wedding of his son.” And I think, “Is this a joke? Is someone trying to screw with me?”. Or maybe it was him, you know? Maybe it was a cry for help. But whatever it was, I didn’t answer.”
Maggie and Alex are dating and J'onn wants to meet Maggie and talk to her about their relationship. Alex is happy that J'onn is looking out for her. (Write this if you have time, please.)
It’s not how she wanted J’onn to find out, and it’s far from
what J’onn would have preferred, too.
Far, far, far from it.
Because when he walks into his earth daughter’s lab and
Detective Maggie Sawyer is on the lab bench with her shirt tugged hastily up
and her fingers woven into Alex’s hair, whining as she holds her head steady to
her chest, he really thinks he’s seen enough of this damn planet.
“Agent Danvers,” he clears his throat, and Maggie’s breathy
whining of Alex’s name becomes a curse and he didn’t know Alex could make that
kind of squeaking sound.
“Sir,” she breathes, zipping her pants and helping Maggie
pull her shirt down, her fingers trying to pat her hair back into some
semblance of acceptability as she snaps to attention, lips swollen and slightly
parted, breathing hard for very different reasons, suddenly.
Maggie doesn’t turn around as she hops gingerly off the lab
bench, because she’s trying so hard to just breathe, breathe, breathe. Because
she’s been here before, been caught by someone’s dad before, and it hadn’t been
pretty – to say the least – and she was so stupid, she should have known
that something so reckless and impulsive would destroy everything.
Like she always does.
“At ease, Alex,” J’onn says, and there’s something in his voice
that Maggie can’t identify, and – when she chances a glance up at Alex’s face –
she can tell that Alex can’t quite read it, either.
“Detective Sawyer, can I please speak with you for a
“J’onn, she – ”
“No, Alex, it’s fine. It’s fine.” It’s most certainly not
fine, but she squeezes Alex’s hand and she winks softly at her and she puts
on a brave face, because he is much more powerful than that father who’d called
her into his garage and beaten her senseless for kissing his daughter, but
she’s long since trained herself to keep a brave face, so she does.
J’onn doesn’t look at her as she follows him out of the lab,
feeling a combination of distinct dread and the panicked urge to laugh, because
Alex is supposed to be the one feeling like a teenager again, not her, but god,
He leads her into an office and he gestures her into a seat.
“Prefer to stand, sir,” she clips, forcing herself to look
up into his unreadable eyes.
He speaks without preamble, and what he says shocks her. And
she didn’t think she could be shocked by much anymore.
“Do you love her, Detective Sawyer?”
“Sit,” he says again, and he sits, too, this time, so she
“Detective Sawyer, I know a lot of things about you.
Protocol, you understand, for letting you into the DEO so frequently, for
partnering with you on cases these past weeks. I know that you won an
impressive amount of Intel competition awards throughout high school; that you
suffered a compound fracture in your left arm when you were sixteen years old;
that you rose to the rank of detective more quickly than anyone else in your
graduating class at the academy, largely due to your extensive knowledge of
alien life and your community work with LGBTQ children. I know, too, that your
first girlfriend in college was an alien of unknown origin, and you helped her
fix her pod so she could go back to her planet, even though it broke your heart
when she told you she was planning to leave.”
He pauses and Maggie tries not to feel naked. “I…”
J’onn speaks again, and his voice is different, now, a
little lighter. A little less stoic DEO Director, and perhaps a little more the
stoic DEO Director space dad figure that Alex idolizes so much.
“And now, I know more things about you than I ever wanted to
know, and good god, I wish now more than ever that Martians didn’t have such
Maggie blushes and starts to stammer out an apology, but
J’onn continues. “So, now I know that you’re deeply attracted to Agent
Danvers. But what I don’t know, Detective Sawyer, is if you love her.”
“You wanna know if I’m good enough for her,” Maggie rasps
softly, tears in her throat, and J’onn watches her face closely.
“It hasn’t been that long, you know. And she… she’s just
coming to realize… things… about herself. That’s for her to tell you about, and
she was planning to, you know, soon. Just trying to find the right time.” She
looks up at him and gulps. “But that’s not what you asked. It hasn’t been that
long, but I… yeah. Yes. I love her. I… I haven’t told her yet, because I don’t
want to rush her, I don’t want to pressure her, but I… I know it hasn’t been
long, so maybe this is stupid, but I love your daughter more than I’ve ever
loved anyone. She… she’s just… you know Alex, she… she’s perfect. For me. She’s
perfect. And as for whether I’m good enough for her? Probably not. Almost
definitely not. But I’ve been trying to be, every day. And I’m not going to
stop trying to be.”
The skin around J’onn’s eyes crinkle slightly, and his lips tilt
“Alex! You can stop hovering in the hallway now.”
Maggie startles and turns, her mouth open and her eyes wide.
“How much of that did you hear?”
“Enough to know that two of the people I love most in the
world have got my back,” she whispers, and the tilt of J’onn’s lips becomes a
full smile, and Alex crosses the room and slips into his arms.
“Thank you for wanting to protect me.” She turns to Maggie,
and there’s pure vulnerability, pure love, in her eyes. “And I feel the same
way about you.”
Maggie’s breath hitches and she licks her lips and she can’t
J’onn clears his throat. “Do you two need the afternoon off?
Because I certainly don’t need to witness anything – like that – ever again.”
“Yeah, sorry about that, J’onn, I – ’
“We’re just not going to discuss it, Agent Danvers.” His
voice is gruff, but his warm hand on her shoulder, and then on Maggie’s as he
leaves the room, gives him away.
“Maggie, I – ” Alex steps closer to her and takes her into
“Never again, Agent Danvers!” J’onn calls without turning around,
and Maggie and Alex laugh, laugh, laugh, into each other’s arms.
And if they cry, just a little bit, it’s out of the sweet
relief of being so, so loved.
Shownu; Being busy with university never really bothered Shownu though. Once you give him notice that you’ll be busy for a couple of weeks, this appa would totally be supporting you all throughout. He’d actually tell you to take some break or if ever you had any problem you can call him and ask him. Despite not being able to spend time with each other, Shownu would ask you for your schedule and would actually make time for you whenever you’re taking a break. He would also constantly send messages that would literally cheer you on and he would also call you from time to time, asking how you are or have you eaten or just take a break for awhile. Or he’d also be all ears when you have a rant or if you badly need him, he’d be there right away to make you relaxed and stress free.
appa nu (8:32 pm): Hey, [y/n]! I hope you’re doing well. Don’t forget to take a break, okay? I know you can do this and don’t forget to eat alright? I’ll call you in a bit. I love you and I miss you so so much!
appa nu (9:15 pm): Baby, I bought some ice creams and some of your favorite dishes. Do you want me to go there and feed you? Don’t get too stressed okay?
“Babe, how’s studying?”
“I haven’t been able to sleep for 2 straight days oppa and here I am, drinking my 6th coffee and I’ve never been so dead in my entire life.”
“You should take a break, babe. I’ll be there in a few and once I get there, you better be ready to take a break, understood?”
“Alright. See you soon, I love you and you can do it! Fighting!”
“I love you too!”
Wonho; By the minute Wonho knew that you’ll be busy starting today, he’d be sad. A sulky and pouty Wonho would actually appear. But then he would try to understand that you’re pursuing your dreams and all and that he needs to support you….. another but, he’d be super duper lonely. He would snap you tons of selfies and other stuff that he’s been doing with the boys. And he’d also call you from time to time, reminding you how much he loves you and how much he misses you and how much he’s there to support you with all his heart and soul (lol) and if ever you’re feeling lonely, he’s always available for you.
“Hyung, what are you doing?”
“I’m waiting for the message?”
fluffybunny (6:05 pm): hey, baby! I know you’re busy studying and other school-related stuff but I just wanted to say that I miss you so so much and I love you so so much! Fighting! Don’t ever give up, okay? I’ll always be here for you no matter what. I’ll facetime you once you’re free, alright? Lovelots :* xoxo
“What did she say hyung?”
mybaby (6:08 pm): Aww, I love you and I miss you so so much babe! Don’t worry, I’ll be done after an hour or so. I won’t give up, I promise. Thank you babe! *insert smiley face*
Kihyun; Kihyun would actually be clingy to be honest. You weren’t able to message him that often since you’d be at the library, making your thesis paper with your partner or something. But then once you’ll go to their dorm and take a break for a while, he’d be extremely clingy. Back hugging you and all and would even tell you that you’ve become a lot prettier despite looking like a zombie. And when you’re at home while burying yourself in a pile of schoolworks, he’d actually barge in and start cooking some dinner for you since he’s scared that you might starve yourself to death. But then, when you’re away from each other, he’d also send you some texts of encouragement and all.
“Okay…. the axial parts are the head, neck and body while the appendicular skeleton consists of–”
“Babe, I’m home! Do you want some kimchi jiggae?”
“Alright, just wait for a couple minutes okay? *gives you a kiss on the cheeks*”
cutiehyunnie (11:24 am): Baby, don’t forget to eat okay? I prepared some bento box for you and I placed it inside your bag. Don’t stress yourself out okay? I know that you’re the brightest woman that I’ve ever known and I know that you can ace them all! I love you and just text me when you’re done okay? You don’t need to reply.
cutiehyunnie (4:46 pm): Yah! How come your room is so dirty? Aigoo, now I have to clean all of this. I’ll let you pass this time since you’re busy with university. Come home early, okay?
Minhyuk; This boy would not leave you alone. He’d be at your place whenever you’re home. He’d be playing by himself while you’re busy studying in your room. But then you wouldn’t be able to concentrate since he’ll be bugging you like if you wanted to eat Chinese food or something. However, when you’re at school and you’re busy running the student government, he’d literally send you tons of pictures of him and messages and video messages and voice messages, everything that can send his message! And when you don’t reply, he’d still continue to send you messages. And you’ll actually have 100+ messages coming from him.
“Babe, what do you want to eat?”
“Not now, Minhyuk.”
“Minhyuk. Not. Now.”
“Okay fine I want jjajangmyeon and tangsuyuk. Now shut up and let me review all these paperworks.”
minmoongie (2:30 pm): BABE I MISS U SO SO MUCH
minmoongie (2:33 pm): Babe, guess what? I just went out to buy some toothbrush and I saw some totoro onesie that you’ve wanted
minmoongie (2:33 pm): So I bought them for you as a reward for your hard work!
minmoongie (2:35 pm): Babe babe, have you eaten already? What do you want for dinner? I can order some chicken and send it to you? Babe, pls reply
Hyungwon; He’d be sad. A sad pepe is a sad pepe. He would totally understand but he’d feel really lonely. So lonely. That a lonely pepe would be born. He wouldn’t be that clingy tho. He’d send you messages from time to time but then there would be times that he’d forget since he would probably fall asleep before sending the message. But then, when he’s able to send you a message, it’d be really flowery. Lol, it’d be a speech. And when he’s at your place, he’d wrap his arms around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder while you continue doing your paperworks.
pepe (8:46 am): Hey, I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to reply to you last night since… I fell asleep hehe. Anyways, I hope that my princess was able to eat breakfast today. Don’t forget to shower okay? I want you to fresh and ready to face the world. And don’t forget anything so that you won’t be stressed out later and rush back home to get it, okay? I also hope that you’ll be able to eat your lunch and dinner later. Don’t forget to rest since I don’t want the love of my life to be tired just like me. Anyways, I love you very much and I can’t wait to see you this week! I hope you’ll still be as sexy and beautiful and wonderful like the last time! :*
“No thanks babe. Just sleep, okay? I’ll wake you up once I’m done.”
“Okay. *rests his head on your lap while you study*”
“You’re so warm, babe. *nuzzles his face onto your stomach*”
“I know, I’m hot.”
“Hot like me, yes?”
Jooheon; He’d be really clingy. I mean more clingy compared to the other dudes. He’d constantly send you messages and even just random emojis, cute emojis that looked like him to be exact. Once he calls you, he’d be in full aegyo mode, like legit. Sometimes, he’d also whine when you’re not able to reply back or answer his calls but he’d also be pretty understanding to your situation since there are also times when he’s busy. When you’re able to rest for just a couple of minutes, he’d facetime you right away since he missed every single thing about you. He’d be all smiles when he sees you to be honest.
“Omo, you look so cute with that sweater on babe!”
“It’s the same sweater that I wore yesterday tho.”
“But still, you still look cute hehehe!”
“Whatever babe. Anyways, I miss you.”
“Aww, I miss you more babe! Hey, are you free this Saturday? I want to go on a date with you.”
“I’m so sorry babe, I have a meeting the whole day for our department week.”
“How about dinner?”
“I guess it’s a date then.”
honey (3:21 am): (✿╹◡╹) don’t i look cute?
honey (3:22 am): （＾ω＾）i love you!
honey (3:25 am): ಠ_ಠ < he looks like changkyun lol
I.M; Changkyun would literally be curious with what you’re getting busy with. If it’s about something science-y, he’d literally call you and let you study out loud since he also wants to learn. Sometimes, the random facts that would come out from his mouth would also be part of the test!! Since you’re busy with university, you could rarely message him but then Changkyun on the other hand, has a lot of time in his hand and would constantly send you some random facts and some meme photos of the boys (lol). But then he’d also send you some sweet messages tho.
i.am.changkyun. (10:23 am): Hey [y/n], did you know that the smallest penguin on the planet is only 16 inches tall?! Amazing right?!
i.am.changkyun. (10:26 am): Did you also know that there are more lifeforms living on your skin than there are people on the planet?
i.am.changkyun. sent a photo (11:45 am)
i.am.changkyun. (11:46 am): lololol just look at hyungwon hyung’s face as he devoured the whole turkey leg!!
i.am.changkyun. (8:56 pm): Hey, I know this is out of the blue but I love you and I’ve always believed in you. I miss you already. I can’t wait to hang out with you soon baby! Don’t stress yourself too hard okay? Or else I’ll be forced to stay there for two straight nights ;)
“hey, what are you studying?
“the parts of the frog, why?”
“can you read it out loud? I want to learn about it too!”
“Okay, fine. You’ve never fail to surprise me Changkyun.”
A/n: Let me tell you,I am inspired from Goblin. Watch this drama. Is the holy drama. This is the first part of a little Jungkook series.
Also the different religions reading this.I tried to keep the religion matter as neutral as possible. If you believe that this is written with a bad thought in mind or to offend someone it is not. Thank you.
I am the person you are afraid from. I am the one with the skeleton body,black robe and а reaping hook. You mortals thought that I look like a skeleton simply because I deal with the dead. This is soo wrong. I am like the most handsome, funny man ever. You living people think everything that is dead is ugly and rotten. Hell( hell is mine creation actually. Its a piece of art) no. I am,however,prehaps rotten and dead. Inside. Inside the cage of my heart. The muscle which is supposed to pump adrenaline through my body. The muscle giving me life,love and so much more. But no. This place is empty and had been abounded centuries ago. The curse killed me a long time ago.
Things go way back in time.
I once had a wife. A very beautiful woman called Lydia. She was my whole life. I was a simple man. A sheppard. My biggest concern was if I will be able to go home on time to hug her before she closes her eyes to fall in beautiful peaceful sleep.
As always life decided to fuck everything up. God said it was time for war and suddenly my biggest concern became the smallest out of them all. Everything I had,I had to give up. It was my duty to fight for my country as a man.
I fought many battles. Those in higher ranks saw potential in me and after eleven battles I became a commander. On the battlefield before what we hoped was the last battle. Ready to fight,not ready to die. I prayed like every other selfish human being that I’ll give up everyone and everything,just God let me live. Those words were the last words some people heard and the ones that left my lips before I shouted “For His majesty.” I killed many people in the battle and almost got killed more times than I can remember. But I survived. The last one to survive. The smell of Death was in the air. My breath was fading away. Youcould barely see it. My eyes started to tear up from the mixture of fear,the feeling of finally letting go and a scared scream from the consequences ahead in time.
Suddenly a bright light blinded my swollen from crying eyes. And I met God. A nice man,looking trustworthy,someone who I never thought was actually real. He told me my wife,my parents, my sheeps,they were killed. That I made a choice. That I killed them when I was being selfish. My will for life,killed those who made me want to live. Lost in my fear and regret which were suddenly put upon me,I was ready to pull out the weapon and just kill myself. The man stopped my sword from moving through the flesh and stop my heart. God looked at me and told me “If you leave this Earth and become invisible as if you never existed,I will bring everyone you want back. Your family will live. Lydia will breath. I need a helper. Someone who will deal with the dead and will help them go in the afterlife. You will become the Grim Reaper. My right hand.”
I was being offered a choice which wasn’t actually much of a choice. He was offering me to become a ghost. But for the sake of my love I was ready to do anything and everything. “Why are you Sir offering me this? Why me?” “You are a good man. But the sin of being selfish is a strong one. I see in your eyes love. This will be your curse. Love will be your pleasure and curse. The last man standing. The one who will walk this Earth way longer than anyone. Collecting grief and love. At the end of the day you will always be alone.”
I became a sinner for wanting to live. I killed everything I believed in. But Immortality didn’t sound all that bad after all. Dealing with the dead also wasn’t a price high enough that I can’t pay for Lydia. The hesitation left me and my hand grabbed his. It was me or Lydia and my family. “Okay. Do this.” Just like that my existence was erased from the face of Earth,my name wasn’t remembered as the last commander alive,the war was doomed a fail and soon there were only the families of the dead and the memories of them to be remembered. Personally I assisted all of them in the after life making them forget the one they had been living in order for a new one to be born. But for the living organisms I was invisible,not existing. A myth surrounded by mystery. There were several cases in which people had been ablen to see me. You usually cab unless you had the vision or you were dead.
And so for centuries I have met all kinds of death and people. Helping them go where their souls belong. My face haven’t aged a day since I gave my soul. A twenty years old is what you’ll see if you were able to.
“Jungkook” I heard in the distance waking me from my retrospective daydream. “Yes?” I turned my head nearly hitting my forehead in one of the lamps of the nice white office. “There is something I need to tell you.” It is a full miracle. My boss is usually quiet and doesn’t have the need to see me unless it was something urgent going on in the underworld. I have known him for so many centuries that is almost not imaginable. However today there wasn’t anything special going on in my part of the holy world. “Do you remember when I took you under my wing?” the sudden questoon caught me offguard. So being little surprised the answer rolled of my lips “Of course I do.” how can I forget anyway? My heart will never forget. My Lydia. Her smile,her heart of gold. And my selfish wish which killed us. “There is something I didn’t tell you back then. One day your savior will be born. A person who will reverse the curse you caused on yourself. She will heal your wounds and you will become mortal again. She will give you the chance to live. When you die as a mortal I will give you the choice to either become the Reaper and never be able to find hope again or this time go to Heaven.”
Speechless probably would’ve explain it. But it can’t. Hope? Being able to live? I have been living wihout hope so many centuries. Evryday I have been holding on the simple fact that there is hope or happy ending for me. Now after 1000 years he decides to tell me that there is someone on this planet who can cure me. My emotions are too strong. The anger boiled. The fear entered the dusted chamber of my heart. Hope started to creep out of its dungeon somewhere deep inside of me. Why didn’t he told me this earlier? Why was I living without hope all this time? Where is she? How old is she? She can be dead by now.
“Why do you tell me this now?” my voice was deadly low. I was in a position to shout,however I didn’t want to lose all my cool at once. “Was I not good enough to be told this earlier? Was I unloyal? Have I ever done something to make you doubt me? I created Hell and Heaven and made them absolutely perfect. The department of Reapers is so big that I barely have to go out now. Don’t tell me I didn’t deserve to know the truth.” I admit I did lost my cool. I was shouting and destroying whatever was around me. Angry tears were falling down my sharp cheekbones. “No you were. You finished absolutely mesmerizing job at what you were doing. Jungkook-a, tell me honestly if I had told you centuries ago,you wouldn’t have searched for her. Tell me you would’ve done your job the same way.” although angry,I knew he was right. Nothing ffrom what I’ve created probably wouldn’t have been even an idea in my head. The Earth was going to be small. I would’ve searched under every rock,in every village,city,country and continent. One thing I couldn’t understand was “Why telling me now?” “Because she has been born. The person who is going to bring you back is born. And her name is y/n. The Grim Reaper’s Bride.
"Are you the Grim Reapers wife?” a ghost whispered in mine ear. She was a rather beautiful ghost. A girl not bigger than me. But this question… If I collected a dollar for everytime I had to answer it,by now I wouldn’t be going to school. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen him.” “Oh…it’s true. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Bye.” “Wait. Talk to me.” but it disappeared. Good job Y/N.
Mom, if its not too much to ask, could you do a story about Maggie having trouble dealing with a perpetually disappointed parent? Constantly being disappointed in her lifestyle choices out of 'love and worry'(style of dress, job, eating habits, etc.) and J'onn noticing and balancing it out with his own brand of space-dad approval? It's getting harder and harder to deal with my mom's disapproval lately. I feel like I can't do anything right. If not, I can wait for prompts to open again.
He only ever hears one side of the conversation, but that’s all he needs to hear to put the pieces together.
“Now’s not a great time, Pop, is Ma okay? I – yeah – yeah, I’m on duty. Yeah, Pop, I know it’s eleven at night. No, come on, I can’t do this right now. Because I love my job, Pop, it’s important, I’m changing the force from the ins– you know what, I don’t – I don’t have time for this, I gotta go. I love you. Yes, of course I do, why the hell would you say something like that? I – hello? Bye to you, too.”
Another night, this time earlier in the evening, the day after Maggie picked up Alex wearing a sharp flannel and massive smile, with a dozen red roses in tow. Winn had insisted on taking their picture, and apparently Maggie had sent it to her parents, because I want them to see how absolutely beautiful my girlfriend is.
“Hey Pop, how you doing? Aw, you did? Isn’t she gorgeous? I – it – I – I think I was in a flannel, wasn’t I? It – yeah, I know I’m not on the farm anymore, trust me, I know – no, Pop – “ J’onn almost doesn’t notice when Maggie switches to Portuguese, having known the language for so long the translation came to his mind just as quickly as the English did – “It’s not just a white girl look, Pop, plenty of self-respecting brown women dress like this, I’m not betraying anyt – well hey, you didn’t see anything wrong with raising me in an all-white town – no, I know you love me, I know you want what’s best for me – “ J’onn blinks when she switches seamlessly back to English – “but maybe what’s best for me is having you actually be happy for me when I send you a picture of me so clearly happy with how my life is right now, instead of calling me to just to criticize my – no, I don’t wanna talk to her right now, I – “
She groans and J’onn lowers his eyes and sighs quietly.
It happens again as she and Alex are gearing up for Alex’s first visit to Blue Springs, which has one of his girls wide-eyed and nervous, and the other both loving and terribly, terribly tense.
“Nah, tell her she doesn’t have to make me anything special, I’ll just whip something up for myself when we get there – yes, Alex will eat what she – because, Pop, I’ve been vegan for years, you’d think you both would get used to it by – well somehow I manage, and Mama is the one who taught me to cook, so if I can figure it out, I – no, you know what, you’re right, I’m sorry, I’m not trying to fight with you, just… just don’t go to any trouble, okay, I’ll work it out when I get there, I – no, I didn’t mean – yes Pop. Yes sir. Yeah. I love you. Bye.”
J’onn doesn’t imagine it would help his newest child much if he flew himself out to Blue Springs and gave Mr. Sawyer a piece of his mind.
And Maggie always slips off into a corner, whisper-shouts instead of shout-shouting, turns her face, her body, away when she gets her father’s calls. And she’s not like Alex, but she is, she is, so he doesn’t want to hurt her pride by bringing it up with her directly. Or violate her privacy, for that matter (though he supposes he can’t very well help what his ears pick up).
So instead, he starts doing small things, saying small things, that he hopes she’ll notice, that he hopes will lift, at least a little, the sad sagging in her shoulders; relieve, at least a little, the tension in her coiled lower back, her fists; soothe, at least a little, the burning tears in her eyes, the raging pit in her stomach, the defeat in her chest.
“You know, Detective Sawyer, since you started liaising with the DEO, our communication with the NCPD has never been better. The increased efficiency is saving a lot of lives; that’s a lot you have to be proud of.”
Alex is – nowadays, anyway – generally the one to blush, to squirm, to fumble over her words. And, true to form, Maggie doesn’t squirm, not exactly, but she stammers a bit and it’s clear she doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know how to respond, doesn’t know how to feel, doesn’t know what to do with her hands, her eyes, her face.
So she falls back on her training, and she nods, and she says, simply, “Thank you, sir. That… means a lot.”
He covers her shoulder with his hand and she looks almost overcome by the gesture.
And then again, later, the next time he sees her decked out in flannel and sharp pants and a belt of the sort that he’s overhead Winn referring to as gloriously gay, he makes sure he smiles at her. He clears his throat, because if what he’s about to say is going to be uncomfortable for her, it’s even moreso for him, but that doesn’t matter, because she deserves to hear it from a potentially father-type figure.
So he clears his throat once, twice, and before she can ask if he wants some water, he forces out, “You look particularly sharp today, Detective. Agent Danvers is fortunate to have a woman as beautiful as you.”
“J’onn, are you hitting on Alex’s girlfriend?”
“Oh, leave the man alone, Schott, just because he knows how to compliment a woman better than you do,” Maggie quips through her smile ,through her deep, deep blush. She reaches up to put her hand on J’onn’s shoulder, this time, and he’s sure that as she walks away, it’s with a straighter spine and a prouder strut.
And when it’s one of the rookie agent’s birthdays and Kara insists on throwing him a little party, it’s J’onn who takes Maggie aside to make sure she knows that there are three different flavors of vegan ice cream, just for her.
“You know, when I first arrived on this planet, I was startled by how many human cultures emphasize animal flesh as their major culinary staples. Since then I’ve deeply appreciated humans who can see part their society, to a different sort of ethics.”
Maybe it’s because she and Alex didn’t get much sleep the night before, so her guard is lower than it might otherwise be; maybe it’s because J’onn’s eyes are as soft and as warm as his voice is awkward and gruff; or maybe it’s because her own father’s words are still stinging so sharply, so loudly, so painfully, in her ears; or maybe it’s all of it, everything, because suddenly Maggie is leaning up on her tip toes and she’s reaching her arms up and she’s burying her face in J’onn’s chest.
He only hesitates for a brief, startled moment before he wraps his arms around her, too, one of his hands covering the entire small of her back.
“Thank you, J’onn,” she’s whispering, and he catches Alex’s wet smile from across the room over Maggie’s head.
“Thank you, Maggie. Thank you for giving my girls – both of them – such happiness. We are all… truly lucky to have you in our lives.”
And now, if Maggie doesn’t know what to say, it’s because her body is speaking her gratitude for her, and J’onn nods when Alex mouths her thanks at him, because he means it; even in times like these, they’re still lucky, because they have, somehow, against all odds and probabilities, found each other.
Since I started following you, things have gotten increasingly better for me. I really enjoy hearing your feelings and answers to our questions. I just wanted to say thank you, I suppose, for being here on this site for us. You've made the recent transitions in my life more bearable, and added a bit of enjoyment back to everything. I just personally really appreciate you, and I wanted to let you know that. Hope you have a lovely night, sir.
Thank you very much, lovely. That truly means more to me than you may ever realize.
There was something extremely satisfactory about pulling off quicks with Hinata when Tsukishima was on the other side of the net; it probably had something to do with the fact the Kageyama knew that Tsukki could tell when it was coming, but Hinata was still faster than him, and had no problems smacking that ball down over the net with his near freakish agility. It made Kageyama happy for reasons he couldn’t place – and not just because of the disdainful scowl that twisted Tsukishima’s expression, or the smug pride he got at continuously bluffing the blond middle blocker.
No, it was something else entirely, and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t tried to figure it out.
And then Hinata was smiling at him, his face split into a sunny grin and his fingers brushing sweaty orange hair out of his face.
“Kageyama that was awesome! It was like woosh! Pwahh!” he waved his hands animatedly as he talked, and Kageyama had to fight back the smile he could feel twitching at the corners of his lips, at seeing his boisterous happiness; Hinata had a goddamn smiling bug or something, he could make damn near anyone crack a grin at his antics and like hell Kageyama would admit it was endearing.
“Yes yes, now that we’ve covered that you can move at mach one can we please get back to this match? I have better things to do with my time than watch you pair eye-fuck each other on court,” Tsukishima drawled, rolling his shoulders and relaxing his stance. Yamaguchi snickered from beside him, mouthing out a quiet ‘nice one Tsukki’. Kageyama pinned him with flat steely eyes.
“If I wanted the opinion of a stuck up asshole, I’d bug Oikawa,” and hey, that was definitely the first time he’d come up with a comeback that quickly. Hinata choked on a laugh, Noya snorted from behind him and Tanaka howled on the other side of the net, earning himself an icy stare from Tsukishima himself.
“Whatever,” he snipped, brows furrowed in annoyance and his lips twisted in disdain. “Can we just get this over with?”
“Good idea Tsukishima, it’s Tanaka’s serve anyway,” Suga said with a hint of a smile on his lips.
Tanaka’s serve was admittedly more powerful than Kageyama would like to admit, and he was grateful to have Noya on his side of the net to effortlessly receive the ball. The ball shot up and Kageyama kept his eyes on it, flicking his gaze briefly over to Hinata to check if he was ready for the toss; however he wasn’t expecting brown eyes to be staring at him already, a steady intensity burning behind his chocolate irises that made Kageyama’s heart jump into his throat, and his chest constrict damn near painfully. Hinata blinked slowly and flashed white teeth in a playful grin.
“Faster” he breathed.
And Kageyama did just that.
The ball touched his fingertips and Hinata was already blazing a trail across the court; he hadn’t set a ball this fast to him since the first time they’d played together and Kageyama would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous – but then shoes squeaked and his hands flexed, and faster than anyone could react, there was a loud smack and the ball ripped across the court, forcing Yamaguchi shriek out of the way unless he wanted the receive Hinata’s powerful spike with his face.
The entire gym went into an eerie quiet.
Hinata broke the silence with a euphoric laugh, his grinning face lighting up the gym like the sun itself when he turned with bright, happy eyes to Kageyama. He allowed himself to grin back.
“Yes!“ he whooped. “Kageyama that was-”
“And you just set it and it went-”
“And then you hit it and-”
“We gotta do that again!”
And then Hinata was moving and was jumping far too close to him, and Kageyama had to shoot his arms out on reflex to catch him in case he fell, a few scolding word on his lips when they both froze. Oh. Everything felt hot, and Kageyama had opened his mouth at the same time Hinata did, their confusion manifest in the warm glow the seemed to burn through their veins.
Kageyama screwed his eyes shut, feeling himself fall backwards as Hinata collided with him, his confusion drowned out by the sudden feeling of weightlessness and scalding heat. Every part of him felt like fire incarnate, like he could flex his hands and incinerate the gym and hell if it didn’t scare him.
Then as fast as it came the feeling was gone and he was flat on his ass feeling a little more than disoriented.
“What the fu-” He snapped his mouth shut with an audible click.
That was not his voice.
He blinked. Why was Hinata’s voice in his head?
‘Because we’re in each other’s head stupid’
‘What do you mean what? Look!’
“Oho? My my King, I didn’t know you felt so strongly about Hinata,” and Tsukishima was on the other side of the net looking like the cat that got the cream, an awfully smug smile on his face and his gold eyes crinkling at the corners. Kageyama felt his temper flare up, and he swore he could feel Hinata’s mixed in there too.
“Wanna fight you blond fuckass?” And what the hell was that? He’d never even sai-
‘I told you we’re in each other’s head! I think we’re controlling talking too!’
“What the fuck does that even mean, Hinata?” he snapped, only realizing he said it aloud when everyone stared at him. He could feel his face burn in an uncharacteristic blush. “What?” the barked, baring his teeth angrily and scrabbling backward on the floor in confusion when Tsukishima finally lost the plot and doubled over laughing.
Noya was the first to speak.
“Woah! Asahi look they can do it too!” and the tall teenager scratched the back of his neck awkwardly as all the attention in the room seemed to shift from Kageyama to Asahi, Noya and back. This was ridiculous.
“What the hell do you mean I can do it too Noya-senapi?” and what the fuck was with the senpai. A sharp pain shot through the back of his head and Kageyama hissed angrily, threading his fingers through short hair in an attempt to soothe the sudden pain.
‘Serves you right jerk’
‘What the hell is going on Hinata!’
“You haven’t figured it out yet?” Noya questioned with a tilt of his head “You and Hinata fused!”