prompt from @thebiwisebrownkid – “some like happy playful smut where they focus on the i love yous and alex’s badassery. Basically maggie worshipping alex and showing her how much she loves her by wrecking her in multiple different ways. plz dont dwell too much on the trauma or the stalking or alex almost dying. shit happened recently and im focusing on the what ifs too much and rn sanvers is the only thing distracting me and alot of the new fics arent really doing that.”
They said it once, and they said it twice, and they said it three times.
They said it, and they haven’t quite been able to stop saying it.
“I love you, Alex Danvers,” Maggie whispers as she kisses the back of Alex’s neck while Alex is brushing her teeth.
“I love you, Maggie Sawyer,” Alex grins after she spits, Maggie kissing the toothpaste away from the corners of her lips.
“I love you,” Maggie gasps when Alex lets her mouth roam down her jawline, down her throat.
“I love you back,” Alex breathes while Maggie navigates her by her hips out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.
“Do you want me?” she asks before she goes any further, because Alex’s pulse is thrumming under her lips and Alex is whining and Alex is exhaling “I love you”s with every breath, but she needs to be absolutely sure.
“Please,” Alex begs, and Maggie smirks.
“Please what, Danvers?” she can’t help but tease, because Alex Danvers is always, always, always destructively attractive.
But Alex Danvers, blushing and grinning and spluttering and flustered?
Is near the top of Maggie’s growing list of weaknesses.
“I… Maggie, please, I…”
Maggie steps back just to hear Alex whine, and she’s rewarded richly.
“Maggie!” she moans, reaching for her, and Maggie melts into her instead of dodging her, lets Alex toss her backwards onto the bed, the thrill of Alex’s strength coursing through Maggie’s blood like oxygen.
“Such a badass, Danvers,” Maggie tries to sound cool, collected, unsurprised, but Maggie is shook and Maggie is soaked and Maggie is so, so far from chill.
“Mmm, I am, aren’t I?” Alex tries to straddle her, but Maggie has other plans.
“May I?” she asks, and Alex cocks her head in an unspoken question.
“May I make love to you, Alex Danvers?”
Alex softens immediately, all the cockiness of a moment ago gone like it was never there, and Maggie delights in the way Alex trusts her enough to let go like this with her.
“I love you, Maggie,” is Alex’s only answer, and her body pliantly follows Maggie’s down to the mattress, Maggie arranging Alex on her back, slowly, slowly, slowly stripping away her clothes, lifting her shoulders, her hips, as needed, asking each step, each new thing, if it’s alright, if she wants it, if she wants her.
“God, Maggie, yes, please,” Alex whines, and Maggie chuckles into her stomach.
“And here we are again, Danvers. Please what?”
“Mags – “
“What, my badass girl can’t tell me what she wants?” Maggie winks, but her gentle fingers on Alex’s wrist tell Alex that if she really isn’t in the mood to talk, of course she doesn’t have to.
But god, does she want to.
“I want you to fuck me, Maggie. Please.”
Maggie smiles and crawls up her body to kiss her lips soundly.
“Mmm, I will, Ally. I promise you that. But I’m gonna worship you a bit first, okay?” She leans up on her hands and glances down Alex’s naked body, licking her lips unconsciously.
“The woman I love deserves to be worshiped.”
“The woman you what now?” Alex asks, because she will never, ever, ever tire of hearing it.
“The woman I love, Danvers. You, in case you were wondering.”
“Mmm, I was, you never know, you could be talking about someone – ah!” Her banter cuts off into a sharp scream that makes Maggie freeze, but Alex begs her, begs her to keep going, because Maggie’s lips have found Alex’s nipple, and Alex needs more, more, more.
She tangles her fingers in Maggie’s hair and she grinds her hips up into Maggie’s thigh, and she moans and she writhes and she begs and she pants, I love you, I love you, I love you.
When Maggie lifts her lips from Alex’s hardened nipple, Alex whines and tries to press Maggie’s head back down, but Maggie presses her palm over Alex’s breast and tugs at her nipple just the way Alex likes.
“Gotta give both of them the proper amount of attention, babe,” she chides her playfully, and Alex’s laugh turns into a sharp gasp when Maggie makes good on her word, lowering her lips, her tongue, her teeth, to Alex’s other nipple, licking and sucking until it’s hard and pebbled in her mouth, until Alex can do nothing but whine and moan and beg her not to ever, ever stop.
“I’ll never ever stop because I will never, ever stop loving you, Alex,” Maggie whispers when she pauses for breath, pauses so her jaw can take a break, pauses so she can look down instead of up into Alex’s eyes.
“I love you, Ally Danvers. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything.”
“Maggie,” Alex breathes, tears stinging her eyes, and Maggie kisses her until both of their faces are wet.
“Can I continue?” she asks, and Alex squeaks, and Alex nods, and Maggie grins, because Maggie will never, ever finish her task of worshiping this woman, of making sure this woman feels as special, as loved, as needed, as wanted, as desired, as worthy, as she deserves to.
She starts with a continuation of what she started on Alex’s breasts, but she doesn’t end there.
Doesn’t end there, because she has other places she needs to be.
So she takes Alex’s fingers into her mouth, slow, slow, searingly slow, keeping eye contact with Alex the entire time, and Alex has never thought she could cum from just looking at something, but the way her fingers disappear into Maggie’s lips, the way Maggie’s eyes scald hers with raw want, raw reverence, raw need?
She is so, so quickly coming undone.
Maggie takes Alex’s fingers, wet from her lips, from her tongue, from her mouth, and places them on Alex’s nipples, and, with her own hands, encourages Alex not to stop playing with herself while Maggie occupies her mouth elsewhere.
Alex tosses her head back into the pillows and Alex writhes and Alex screams, and Maggie has never been more in love.
“I love you,” she whispers with each kiss she presses down Alex’s torso.
“I love you,” she murmurs with every lick she sends shivering up Alex’s inner thighs.
“May I?” she asks when her face is between Alex’s legs, and Alex begs, and Maggie tells her she loves her with words, and then without, as she lowers her mouth to Alex’s clit, dragging her tongue firm and slow across her most sensitive spot, making Alex pant, making Alex writhe, making Alex beg and scream and bruise Maggie’s lips with her wild thrusts, and Maggie doesn’t mind because god, god, god, this woman is everything.
“I love you, Alex,” she moans as she brings her tongue lower, lower, so she’s fucking Alex with her mouth, and Alex pleads for more, for deeper, for harder.
“You want my fingers inside you, Danvers?” Maggie wants to know, her voice an octave lower than usual, and Alex can only answer with her screams, with the way she brings her hands to tangle with her own hair, with the way she keeps repeating that she loves her, she loves her, god she loves her so much.
So when Maggie slips her fingers into Alex’s dripping body, one by one by one, and she feels Alex tighten around her, and she curves her fingers deep inside her body that she knows Alex needs, she keeps her lips, her tongue, occupied with her clit, shifting so when Alex thrusts – and god, does Alex thrust – Maggie’s chin can give her the pressure on her clit she needs to accompany the way Maggie is beckoning her fingers deep, deep inside her.
And when she cums, it isn’t loud like it usually is.
When she cums, squirting all over Maggie’s hand, all over Maggie’s forearm, making Maggie moan deeply into Alex’s clit, grinding her own hips down into the mattress because god, the woman she loves is the sexiest woman that’s ever existed or ever will exist, she isn’t loud like she usually is.
When she cums, it’s with a string of soft, desperate “I love you”s on her tongue.
“I love you, Maggie Sawyer. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.”
“What a coincidence, Alex Danvers. I love you, too. So, so, so much.”
warnings: swearing, teen pregnancy, depressing content that’s possibly triggering (???)
We left the building in silence
We drove home in silence.
We walked inside in silence.
It wasn’t until I sunk to the floor by my bed that I spoke to her since hearing the news.
“You can’t tell Stiles”
I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror as the shower was warming up. I pulled my shirt over my head, and took off my shorts. I still stared at my stomach in the mirror, turning to different sides, wondering if I’d seen a change. Sure, three weeks along I’m not gonna have a full on stomach, but I thought I’d notice a difference.
Tears welled in my eyes as the situation really caught up with me. I was pregnant. With Theo’s child. The lying dick twitch never used a condom like he said he did. How stupid was I? I looked down at my belly, rubbing my hands over the skin smoothly. What was I going to do? What do I tell my family? My friends? Only Allison knew. She could keep a secret but could the others? Could I even? This was hug what if it accidentally slipped? Sooner or later guilt would catch up and I’d force myself to tell them. Scott, Lydia…
No no he can never know. He’d be too disappointed, it would just ruin our friendship, it would ruin everything-
What about college? Could I even go if I got in now? A freshman girl in college expecting her baby any day now? Who wouldn’t ridicule me?
The tears spilled over the longer I thought, and soon I was just standing naked in the bathroom sobbing to my reflection. When I got cold I sat in the shower, curling up in a ball and sobbing there some more. What mess had I gotten myself into?
I was sitting in the living room, binge watching Netflix when Allison called me. It was about nine, and I figured she was home from her date.
“Hi Alli” I said softly into the phone.
“Hey, hey honey how’re you holding up?” I shrugged, knowing she’d figure out the answer without my verbal one. “I was thinking you’d want someone to talk to, ask questions” She offered.
“Yeah, that’d be nice” I whispered.
“You wanna talk in person tonight? Or tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow would be good, maybe we can get coffee or something” I said, and I could tell by her voice that she smiled.
“Sounds good y/n. I’m here for you for anything, okay? No matter what, I love you so much, and I want you to have all the support you need” I teared up at her words, or maybe it was the hormones, but I think it was her.
“I love you too Alli” Your voice cracked. “We’ll talk tomorrow for sure okay?”
“Yeah, yes of course” Allison said, and you took in a shaky breath. “Take it easy honey, goodnight”
“I love you”
“Love you too Al, I’ll text you in the morning”
With that the call was over, and I sunk further into the couch. The show currently playing was a dull background noise. But it will all be okay soon. Well, at least, manageable. I’ll talk to Allison, and we’ll sort everything out.
“It’s going to be okay” I whispered to myself. “It’s going to be okay”
I accidentally fell asleep on the couch, but I wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable. It just happened to be I’d pushed myself to far in the day without rest, and I couldn’t stay awake anymore.
I dreamed about paint, swatches of pastel pinks and blues, buying little stuffed animals and lots of rattles, bottles, blankies. I dreamed off bouncing a little baby on my knee, tickling their face with feather light kisses. Of rocking a little boy or girl in a chair, holding them in my arms and gazing lovingly down at their angelic features.
I awoke to my phone’s alarm at nine am the next morning. I stretched, rubbing my hand softly over my stomach as I made my way upstairs, plugging my phone in as I went through my dresser. I easily settled on jeans and a loose tee shirt. I brushed my hands over the material, slipping under the fabric and skin running on skin. I did this for a few minutes before Allison texted saying she was ready whenever I was. I told her she could swing by and get me anytime.
Ten minutes later I was sitting across from Allison at the cafe by Lou’s Flower Shop. There was a fresh cup of french vanilla coffee in front of me, and Allison sat with her legs crossed and her hands wrapped around a mug of caramel machiatto.
“Let’s take this slow, yeah?” She murmured. I nodded in response. “One thing at a time, go ahead and say or ask anything, it’s just me” I licked my lips as I thought about where to start.
“I guess… I guess we begin with what I’m going to do with it- them” I caught myself. “I can’t keep them… I can’t afford to I don’t have the time to raise a.. A baby” I whispered the last part out of paranoia.
“There’s other options, lots of people are out there wishing they could have a baby, there’s adoption. But if you don’t think you can handle the pregnancy-”
“No, no not abortion” I said. Yes, I was all for pro choice and I guess I’d thought about it before in these situations. Of course back then I didn’t think it would be bad. But now, looking down at my belly, there was a little boy or girl in there, my little boy or girl. I couldn’t kill them, I couldn’t abort them.
“Okay” Allison nodded slowly. “Are you thinking adoption?” I chewed on my cheek as I nodded.
“There’s lots of good parents out there who can’t have children, and I’m in the opposite pair of shoes” I said. “It would be wrong of me not to give the responsible adults- they deserve to be happy, and if I can do that for them, then I must. It just seems like the right thing to do” Allison smiled softly and nodded.
“How noble” She said, and I laughed lightly through my nose. I didn’t say anything. But took a drink from my coffee. “And, and the other day you asked me not to tell Stiles-”
“No no he can’t know” I pleaded. Allison’s eyes widened in shock.
“It just surprised me, I figured you would’ve told him first” I ran my fingers around the top of my mug.
“I would disappoint him Allison, he just got through telling me I wasn’t a whore because it was safe” I ran my hands through my hair. “What will I do? What will I do about college?”
“You can still go y/n-”
“No Allison that would be humiliating” I said, shooting down the idea of going.
“Alright, well there is online courses as well, if you’re still interested”
“Yeah…. Yeah that could work” I whispered. And suddenly an idea sprung. “Stiles could go to Washington DC, I’ll stay here, take online courses, have… have the baby” The slightest of smiles grew on my face. “It could work Alli” She pursed her lips and nodded.
“I’m staying here for University, I could help you out, you know if you get cravings or… just anything like that” I smiled softly and nodded. “Are you going to tell anyone else?”
“I guess… I guess Lydia?” I said, and Allison nodded again.
“No. No, no, never” I decided. “That would end.. No I can’t, we can’t, no one can” I rushed.
“y/n he is the father..”
“No, no he’s not, whatever man choices to adopt them, that’s the father” Allison gave me a look. “I’m serious Alli, he can never know” She nodded, slow, a barely there movement.
“Okay, just me and maybe Lyd” I nodded, finishing the last of my drink. Allison reached a hand over the table, placing it on mine. “It’s going to be okay y/n” She said gently.
I was laying in bed, knees propped up and holding a book against them. There was a can of pringles next to me, leaning against my stomach that was now half empty. I’d long stopped reading and again my mind was plagued with thoughts of the baby inside of me. I’d barely even thought about telling my parents. But at the same time they were hardly around. I mean, I guess I could always pick up a few extra shifts at Lou’s, maybe make enough for an apartment and I could live on my own. That’d keep the secret well.
But it felt a lot like going into hiding.
My phone began to ring, and I answered without looking at the screen.
“Hey it’s y/n”
“y/n, y/n come over!” Stiles’ enthusiastic voice came through, and I began to shuffle out of bed and pull on a pair of red socks.
“Okay what is it?” I asked, rushing down the steps, phone in hand and in search of shoes to wear.
“The letter from that detective place- it’s- just come here as fast as you can!”
“Okay I’m out the door”” I yelled, hanging up as I ran through the neighborhood. The shoes I’d picked, flats, were not exactly the best for sprinting, and soon I was wheezing but in a few minutes I’d arrived at Stiles’ house, clutching my stomach, and rolling my ankles to relieve the pain in my feet. I opened the door, and Stiles was pacing by the stairwell.
“It’s from George Washington University” Was all he said, holding out an envelope to me. My eyes widened as I stared at him.
“That’s the letter-”
“This is the letter” He confirmed, begin to chew at his nails.
“Have you opened it?” He shook his head rapidly.
“No, no I wanted you to do it I want you to- will you open it?” I hesitantly stepped forward, taking the letter with trembling fingers.
“Slowly or quickly?” I asked. Stiles shrugged, still biting his nails and shaking his head. “How about on the count of three?” I suggested. He nodded, and I took in a deep breath. “One… two… three!” I ripped it open and hastily pulled out the paper. “Mieczyslaw Stilinski we are proud to inform you that you have been enrolled-” I stopped reading, my excited squeal taking over as I jumped up and down, shaking Stiles as he grinned so big his face probably hurt.
“I got in!”
“You got in!” I screamed happily, and his arms wound around my waist, lifting me and spinning me around in the air. We were both yelling and laughing, and it just felt… good. One of us achieved something actually worth everything. One of us will live an amazing life. When he set me down, I was catching my breath from the immense enthusiasm that was just surging through my bloodstream.
“Have you heard back from Corcoran yet? Miss school of the arts” He grinned and tickled my sides. I laughed, but shook my head.
“No not yet, but any day now I’m sure” I said, mustering the best smile I could. Stiles gave a pout.
“It better, I can’t go across the country without you” My face grew pink I’m sure, as a wave of guilt came over me.
“Don’t worry Stiles, it’ll come in soon I’m sure” I said, smiling and nodding again. Then put my hands up on his shoulders, shaking and squeezing him slightly. “You got into your dream school Stiles” I said, giving him a real smile. “I’m so proud of you” He smiled and hugged me close. I buried my nose in the crook of his neck. “I’m so proud of you” I repeated, a few tears in my eyes.
“I’m proud of you too y/n”
It felt like someone grabbed my heart and squeezed it.
“But I haven’t done anything” I said, pulling away. Stiles gave me a half smile.
“You have” He said surely. “And you still will”
I could nearly see my heart in the hand of a black leather glove, spurts of blood dripping and the pink flesh being squished through the cracks of their fingers. The guilt was more than I could bear.
We’d decided on celebrating later, with Scott, Allison, and Lydia by going out to dinner. But for now him and I just plopped on the couch and picked out something to watch. It was probably two minutes in when I abruptly asked if he had any popcorn.
“Yeah I always do” He said, standing up.
“I’ll make it I know where it is” I said, and made my way to the kitchen, grabbing the bag and ripping the plastic off faster than you can say craving. I put the bag into the microwave and tapped my foot impatiently as it began to slowly pop. When it was ready I dumped the bag into a large plastic bowl and made my way back to the living room. Stiles pushed play on the show and I laid down across his lap, my head on the arm rest. I set the bowl on my belly, and Stiles snatched a few pieces.
“This show’s sorta dumb” He said as we were both eating my snack. But I didn’t make a scene about literally needing to eat it and needing to eat it now. Because then he’d start asking questions. Stiles is a smart guy, he’d figure out the tie between an abrupt popcorn craving and getting sick a lot.
“It is” I replied, trying to eat quickly.
“Why do we watch it?” I shrugged.
“Because we watched everything else” I responded. It was quiet as we just watched intently. The people were all fighting now, trying to kill the girl in the pale blue dress. I hadn’t caught onto her name yet, she wasn’t really an important character. But I jumped when one of them drove a sword through her stomach. She died crying to her lover about a baby he never knew about. My heart rate was so fast I thought it would leap from my chest and plop into the bowl on my belly. I looked to it, and shifted it off of my stomach and onto the floor. It was empty anyways.
I must’ve fallen asleep, because my eyes felt heavy when I opened them. I yawned and stretched, taking in the brightness of the room. The tv read would you still like to continue watching Netflix? I fumbled for the remote sitting next to Stiles, and turned it off. Then rolled over and curled back against him. He was passed out, his head sitting on the back of the couch as his soft snores filled the room. I chuckled quietly, pillowing my head on his arm, breathing in his scent. I would miss that a lot when he’s away. His hand moved, brushing across my cheek and stroking through my hair just barely. He wasn’t awake enough to do much else but comb my hair. So I just smiled a little and fell back asleep.
I was dressed in a black dress that fell a little above my knee, long lace patterned sleeves that stopped at my wrists. It was a nice restaurant, so Lydia and Allison came over to get ready with me. Lydia was curling her hair at my vanity, and Allison was sat on my bed, already ready to go. I had to hand it to her, she always was flawless. They both were. But Allison just zipped up a white dress that hugged her just the right way and she combed nonchalantly through her hair and she was ready. While Lydia and I took our time, she was just.. Ready.
“So MIT Lyd, we’re celebrating you here too” I chuckled, but she rolled her eyes.
“I knew I was going there since I was ten y/n, this isn’t about me, it’s about Stiles” She told me. I smiled at her, still feeling proud of the strawberry blonde. “How about you? Hear back from your art school?” I bit my lip, looking at Allison for a moment.
“Um, yes actually” I said softly.
“You did?” Allison asked in shock.
“Sort of?” I said, walking over to my desk. Lydia raised a brow, releasing her last curl and turning off the iron rod.
“y/n.. What does sort of mean?”
“Well, well I got a letter” I said, opening a drawer, and pulling out an envelope.
“WHAT!?” Both Allison and Lydia yelled.
“I haven’t opened it-”
“Why not?” Lydia asked, and I looked down to the paper with my name on it.
“I… I’m scared”
“Honey I’m sure you got in” Lydia assured, stepping forward and putting a comforting hand on my shoulder. I swallowed thickly.
“That’s what I’m afraid of” I whispered. Her brows cinched together, and now Allison had gotten off of the bad to stand next to me.
“I don’t understand” Lydia said, shaking her head slightly.
“I can’t go to Corcoran because…” I said quietly again. Lydia waited patiently for me to finish. “Because I’m pregnant” Her brows raised, but no one said anything.
“Okay” Eventually she murmured out. “Stiles’?” My head snapped up, and despite the situation I let out a choked laugh.
The next twenty minutes was the three of us sitting on the floor and me spilling about the situation. I felt a lot more comfortable now, explaining the story to Lydia knowing that I’d already done this once and Allison made me feel so cared about and protected that I wasn’t afraid this time. It took some further talks when she asked why Stiles couldn’t know, but eventually we reached an understanding with each other.
“Are you sad that you won’t be going to DC together like you planned?” Lydia asked as I went through my jewelry.
“Yeah… yeah it’s one of the worst parts” I replied with a frown. But the baby is due in early February” I said. “So he’ll be gone for school while I’m visibly pregnant, and I’ll give the baby up for adoption and it’ll all work out okay” I said with a grin. Lydia gave me a sad smile.
“What about your dream school?” My heart fell at her sad tone.
“I’ll take online college courses, I’ll still get a degree, and that’s… that’s what’s important” I think I said this more for me than her. Not that it worked.
“I wish I was sticking around to help you out” Lydia told me.
“It’s alright, I’ve got Alli here and I know how to take care of myself fine” I said with a watery smile. “Thank you so much Lydia, both of you, you’re the greatest friends a girl could have” ‘
Cue group hug as I held back tears to not ruin my makeup.
I walked into the restaurant, behind Lydia and next to Allison as the waitress led us to our table. My eyes were scanning over the beautiful place. It was like in the movies. Red velvet looking floors muffling the sound of our heels. Murals on the walls of gorgeous women, most having to do with flowers in their hair or scattered on their skin. Even the light fixtures were designed like chandeliers.
“Here’s your table” I barely heard the woman say, still staring all around me. I’d managed to turn myself around, gazing at the tables with candles, and smooth white tablecloths. There was even live music, cellos, violins, an elegant grand piano.
“Wow” I spun around nervously upon the voice, and smiled anxiously at Stiles.
“Hey” I said, giving him a more genuine smile.
“You-you look really nice y/n” I looked down at my dress and short black boot wedges.
“Thanks” I replied, surely blushing. “You cleaned up nice yourself” I said, nodding to his deep blue button up and khakis. Stiles couldn’t bite back his smile as he put his hands in his pockets and looked down at his shoes.
“Whenever you two are done” Lydia chirped. “I’d like to talk about this school of yours, Stiles” I giggled softly, making my way to the seat next to Allison at the circular table. But Stiles beat me, pulling it out. I raised my brows as I couldn’t stop another giggle, but sat in the seat. He pushed in the chair and sat next to me. Lydia on his other side, Scott next to her, and then Allison. It was the perfect sized table for us.
Allison held my hand under the table the entire night. As Stiles talked about his excitement for GWU and about how him and I were gonna visit all the monuments in DC, maybe even get an apartment together because god knows he sucks at laundry. Everytime he smiled my way, saying how excited he was for us to slay college together, I squeezed Allison’s hand, but nodded reassuringly to Stiles.
Food came and we ate our soups and salads as well as whatever expensive meal we bought. Scott talked about going to UC Davis, and how he’s mostly excited to be able to stick around with Allison. Lydia MIT was too far from the shopping in NYC, and Allison spoke little of how she was staying in Beacon Hills for community college. But that she would manage.
I was comfortable, until the waitress came over with a glass of celebratory champagne for us, saying one glass wouldn’t kill some underage teens who sure deserved it. I gave a secret look to Allison, knowing I’d have to think of some excuse for not wanting any. She’d poured Lydia and Stiles’ glass, then went to pour one for me, but I held up my hand and shook my head.
“No thank you, not for me” I said. She nodded simply and gave the glass to Allison. Stiles gave me a funny look.
“Since when do you turn down free booze l/n?” Stiles asked.
“First of all, it’s not really booze, it’s champagne, and it’s not free” I said. “Second of all, last time I drank I ended up sleeping with Theo” I gagged on his name, but luckily no bile rose in my throat.
“One glass isn’t going to get you drunk” Stiles said, brows furrowed. I began to squeeze Alli’s hand, just to know I wasn’t alone at this table. But I shrugged to Stiles.
“I just don’t want to be reminded of it” I said coldly.
But the cravings and morning sickness told me I’d be reminded of it for the rest of my life.
“Hey, y/n?” I was stood outside on the curb, trying to enjoy the crisp nightly California breeze. Allison had gone home with Scott, and Lydia, my ride home was in the bathroom inside. I turned to Stiles, who’d just walked outside next to me.
“Hi Stiles” I said softly, not protesting him being near. It was strange how he brought me comfort, but every time he was around I just felt guilty.
“I’m sorry if I upset you, I don’t want to force you to do anything and that’s probably what it sounded like I was trying to do-”
“Don’t apologize” I whispered, eyes falling to the gleaming city around me. It was prettier in these parts of Beacon Hills.
“I just feel bad it was dumb of me-”
“Stiles” My voice cracked on his name and he turned to me instantly. I did as well, but was unable to look up to his eyes. Mine were watering as I stared at out feet, toes inches from touching. “Stiles I have to tell you something” I whispered. He nodded and hald out both hands for me, but I wrapped my own arms around myself, refusing to hold them.
“I didn’t get into Corcoran” I said. I looked up at him through my eyelashes, and his features visibly fell.
“Wh- you didn’t?” He sounded out of breath, and a few tears spilled onto my cheeks.
“No… no I didn’t” i whispered.
“How.. how long have you known? I don’t understand how did you not get in the site said you qualified-!”
“Stiles you’re yelling” I said, looking around at passing by people, of the upper class might I add, scowling at me for causing a scene. He sighed, and put his hands on my shoulders.
“It’s okay, we’ll figure it out” I pulled out of his hold, and shook my head.
“You’re going to George Washington, Stiles” I whispered. He began to shake his head, and more tears flowed from my eyes.
“y/n not without-”
“It’s your dream school” I choked. “It’s all you’ve ever wanted” Stiles’ brows furrowed, and his eyes swelled with tears. “I’ll be here when you’re back” I reached my hands up, curling them on the base of his neck, running along his shoulders and back to his collarbone softly. “There’s FaceTime, and you’ll be back for the summer” You told him. “We’ve still got a month left of this summer, we’ll make it count, right?” He nodded, and my hands curled around his jaw.
“I’m sorry you didn’t get in” He murmured, and I sniffed.
“Me too” I whispered back, eyes flicking up to his. “But hey, maybe that means it wasn’t meant to be”
“But your paintings they’re-”
“Not good enough” I finished. “Don’t bother with flattery now Stiles” I let out a bitter chuckle, and his own hands cupped my cheeks. I sighed, pulling my lips into half a smile.
“But they were perfect” I shook my head.
“Not by their stand-”
“But they were” He said, voice final. I accidentally let out a sharp breath, the tears taking over. “I’m sorry y/n, out of everyone, you deserved it most” I leaned up, and he pursed his lips. I buried my head in his shoulder, and Stiles hesitantly hugged me.
“Hey y/n ready to- oh” Lydia stopped as she exited the building and I pulled away from his hug.
“Yeah I’m ready to go” I said softly. I nodded to Stiles, then followed behind her to her car.
The whole ride home, I was sure she wanted to ask what happened between Stiles and I, but thankfully she didn’t. One of my favorite things about Lydia? She knows when someone doesn’t feel like answering questions.
She dropped me off, told me to take it easy and that she had a nice night, then drove off again. I went upstairs, unzipping my dress, and pulling on a pair of cotton shorts. Unclipping my bra was probably the best thing I felt in the past week. I put on an old band tee shirt and wiped my face clean of makeup. I was about to crawl into bed, when my eyes landed on something on the floor.
My envelope. I hastily made my way across the room, picking it up, and hooking my index finger into the flap of the letter. I paused. If I threw it away now, I’d never have to know. Never have to know if I lied to Stiles, if I truly was not good enough, never have to know if what could have been, actually could have. But if I left it closed… I would always wonder. I’d never know, I’d never be satisfied.
I ripped open the envelope, quickly yanking out the folded piece of paper.
“Dear y/n l/n” I read aloud. “We are privileged to inform you that you have been enrolled in the next semester at the Corcoran School of Arts-”
My hand clamped over my mouth, the paper shaking as my whole body trembled. I sunk to the floor against the bed. I’ve never screamed while crying before, but I sure felt helpless now.
Hey I'm the praise+restraint kink anon😅 well alex has the praise kink and is restrained
It’s the middle of the night and Alex can’t sleep.
She tosses and she turns and she sighs and she bites her lip and she tries to run through the astrophysics equations that used to soothe her to sleep in college, but nothing’s working, nothing’s working, nothing’s working, because Maggie’s sleeping, but all she wants… all she wants is Maggie. Her hand starts to skate down her stomach and under her pajama pants, and she whines slightly before she can stop herself.
“Alright there, Danvers?” Maggie rasps sleepily, and Alex jumps slightly.
“I’m so sorry, did I wake you? I didn’t – “
But Maggie is rearing up on her elbow and squinting into the darkness at Alex’s face, and a slow smile is growing on her lips as her eyes rake down Alex’s needy body.
“Something you want, Danvers?”
Alex’s breath hitches and she licks her lips and she stares wide eyed as Maggie’s body wakes fully, as she documents every piece of Alex’s desire just by looking at her, just by reading her like her favorite book.
And Alex hasn’t the faintest idea how, but Maggie reads her perfectly.
“You wanna be a good girl and strip for me? Not that I don’t love your pajamas, I do, but um… I wanna touch what’s underneath them.”
Alex gasps softly and does as she’s asked, lifting her hips so she can drag her pajama pants and thong down off her ankles, sitting up slightly so she can drag Maggie’s henley over her head.
Maggie growls deep in her throat, and Alex’s hips roll of their own accord.
“You are so beautiful, Ally.”
“Maggie, I – “
“I know. I’m gonna give you everything you want, okay?”
Alex nods desperately, her hips continuing to roll into the air, because she needs Maggie, needs her, needs her.
“Get on your stomach,” Maggie asks, and Alex complies eagerly, willingly, desperately.
Maggie kisses the back of her neck tenderly, softly, lovingly.
“Green, Mags, green.”
Maggie grins and shucks off her own shirt, her own underwear, carelessly tossing them to the side. Her focus isn’t on herself. It’s on the gorgeous woman laying underneath her.
She kisses every inch of her bare back, every freckle and every birth mark, every scar and every stretch mark, until Alex is breathless just from her tender kisses, until Alex is whining and desperate and wrecked just from Maggie’s worshiping.
“Something more you want, Al?” Her voice is husky and Alex whines and grinds her hips down into the bed at the sound of it.
“You,” she begs, and Maggie smiles.
“Good girl, Alex, I love when you tell me what you want. You wanna do a great job for me and tell me exactly what you want me to do to you?”
Alex loses her breath but Maggie paints kisses across her shoulders, runs gentle hands up and down her sides, and Alex pants her answer out. “Tie me down and do what you want with me.”
Maggie tosses her head back and groans and she knows Alex is smiling from the effect her words are having.
“How do you ask, gorgeous girl?”
Alex whines and grinds her hips down hard into the bed.
“Please, Maggie. Please?”
“Your wish is my command, princess.”
She leans over to their nightstand and pulls a pair of cuffs out of the drawer, and Alex whimpers as Maggie pauses with them just above Alex’s hands, which are sprawled out above her head.
“Color?” she rasps.
“Green, green, please, please.”
The cuff snap closed and Maggie checks meticulously to make sure they’re not too tight, kissing above and below Alex’s wrists before shifting back down her body to continue her ministrations.
“What I want with you, huh?” she asks, and Alex whimpers again.
She runs a finger down Alex’s inner thigh, and Alex barely contains a scream.
“Oh, be a good girl and let me know how you’re feeling. Don’t hold back, baby, I love your voice, I love when you scream for me.”
She accompanies her words with slipping her hand underneath Alex’s body, soaking herself in Alex’s clit, and Alex lets go for her.
Maggie groans under Alex’s unrestrained scream.
“Good girl, darling, you sound so fucking amazing. Do you want me to come inside you baby?”
“Whatever you want.” Alex’s voice is wrecked and Maggie loves it, but she’s not ready to give in, not yet.
“Be my best girl and tell me what you want.”
Alex screams at that, slams her hands down into Maggie’s palm at that.
“My clit,” Alex gasps. “Pressure, you, I need…”
Maggie grins and nods and complies. “Good girl, Ally, you’re perfect. I love when you tell me what you need, babe, it’s so sexy. You’re so sexy, you’re so fucking perfect for me.”
Alex moans and tugs at her cuffs and Maggie stops immediately.
“You okay, babe?”
“Yeah, yeah, god, Maggie, don’t stop, please.”
Maggie obeys, grinding her palm up into Alex’s clit as Alex slams her hips down, down, harder, faster, soaking Maggie’s hand with how turned on she is, dripping all over for her and making Maggie nearly lose control.
She stops, stops, stops, because she needs to breathe, because she’s so turned on by this woman, this woman naked and on her stomach and cuffed and writhing and begging underneath her.
“Mags, you’re not gonna hurt me,” Alex reassures her, but Maggie remains frozen.
“I love when you’re this turned on, babe. We can stop, we can always stop, if you want, of course, but Maggie, you don’t… you don’t have to be scared. I want you. I want you to be able to let go. I want you to do what you want to me. Please, Mags. If you want.”
Maggie does want. She wants so badly that she can barely rasp out the words she has planned for Alex next.
“God, babe, you are so fucking wet me for me, do you have any idea how hot you are?”
“Fuck, Ally, that’s right, be a good girl and rock your ass back for me, just like that, good girl, good girl.”
“I love when you scream my name like that, Danvers, I love knowing you’re mine.”
“Wanna be my best girl, my only girl, and cum for, Ally?”
And she does, she does, she does, screaming and writhing and begging and cursing and pleading, but the words that surprise them both aren’t the filthy strings of curses or the screaming of Maggie’s name while she rocks through her orgasm.
The words that surprise them both are the words she says as Maggie unlocks her cuffs and kisses her wrists tenderly, gently, lovingly.
“I wanna be yours like this forever, Maggie Sawyer.”
Ally I love you with all my heart but the way you're hating on Snape is unjustified - he definitely did some bad things but Dumbledore isn't a saint either. He was a teenager when he hurt Lily&I think we all did some things we regret later & yes, he hang with the wrong crowd in slytherin but that doesn't make him a bad person either. I think the way he grew up is a reason he wasn't able to show his affection in another way but protecting Harry was something he did because he loved Lily so much
He “hung with the wrong crowd”??
He literally became a death eater which believed in a class system and killing off those who were ‘impure’ These are people who believed certain families deserved to die because of their bloodline. He agreed with that. That’s very different to hanging out with kids at school who are into drugs and alcohol.
And he didn’t care if James and Harry died so long as he could spare Lily
And then tormented not only Lily’s one and only eleven-sixteen year old child but also Neville, who practically lost his parents too
He also bullied Hermione for literally no reason at all, a 14 year old girl. ??? There is no excuse for that.
He had a crush on a girl who only wanted to be friends, that’s not an excuse for a lifetime of awfulness.
James feelings were unrequited too but rather than joining a racist cult he decided to grow up and become a man worthy of her time.
Snape decided to be bitter, jealous and hateful.
His protecting Harry was out of reluctance, and it was also largely because James risked his life to save him.
He’s an excellent character and fantastically written, but he isn’t a Good Person.
do you mind maybe satisfying my horny mind with fix it sex as u referred to before? But it is gentle where maggie takes care of alex and gives her what she needs. if u take the prompt or not, thanks:)
It takes a few days.
A few days full of blood and full of agony, full of torture.
A few nights full of shower after shower, red rings around the tub, full of tears, full of screaming nightmares.
It takes a few days, a few nights, for Maggie to feel comfortable giving in to Alex’s persistent requests for sex. A few days, a few nights, for Maggie to feel like she’s not taking advantage of the pain of the woman she… loves. Loves. Loves.
They’re laying down and they’re kissing, and it’s the first night since Jeremiah betrayed them that Alex hasn’t wept, that Alex hasn’t tried to drink. The first night she’s making jokes – bad ones, granted – the first night that her eyes are clear, that she slept through the night before.
They’re laying down and they’re kissing, and it’s soft and it’s gentle and it’s loving, Maggie’s hands on Alex’s jawline, her thumbs swiping across her cheeks, Alex’s hands skimming Maggie’s sides, Alex pulling back slightly to ask if her hands can slip under Maggie’s shirt, and Maggie nods, because yes, god, please, yes.
She sighs in time with Alex as her hands traipse up her skin, under her henley, tracing every curve, every contour, and when she breaks their kiss to look up into Alex’s eyes, she knows exactly what Alex wants.
“You sure?” she asks, and Alex licks her lips and nods, because yes, god, please, yes.
Maggie’s fingers tremble as she shifts so Alex is laying next to her, so she can strip Alex’s clothes off, so she can undress the woman she loves, so she can kiss and lick and nip at every inch of her skin.
Alex starts with sighs and whispers of her name, but soon, sighs are becoming gasps, screams, and whispers are becoming moans, ragged pleas.
“Maggie, I… I want…”
Maggie pauses and stares up Alex’s naked body with wide, patient eyes. “Tell me, sweetie. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need. I’ve got you, Ally. Tell me what you want.”
Alex chews on her bottom lip as she stares down at Maggie, considering, considering.
“I don’t want you to make love to me.”
Maggie tenses slightly, already cursing herself, because she should have known it was too soon, that Alex was still hurting too much, that –
“I want you to fuck me so hard I forget where I am.”
Oh. Oh. Oh.
Maggie’s mouth runs dry and she has to try to swallow several times before she can croak out something approximating speech, and Alex watches her like she’s the most radiant thing she’s ever seen.
“I uh… yeah. Yeah. I can do that.”
Alex’s eyes flash, and her voice drops an octave or two. “I know you can.”
Maggie gulps and crawls up Alex’s body to kiss her mouth, softly at first, then harder, stronger, firmer. Alex moans and grabs up at her hair, at her strong shoulders, at her back, at her ass.
“Maggie, please,” she begs, and Maggie complies, slipping her thigh between Alex’s open legs, staring down at Alex, already panting, as she starts to move.
“Fuckkkk,” Alex whines, and Maggie tosses her head back and bites her lip, because Alex is so damn soaked for her, because Alex is grabbing at her ass, at the back of her thigh, thrusting up as she yanks Maggie down, scratching perfect lines down Maggie’s back as she tosses her own head back into the pillows because fuck, yes, Maggie, god, please don’t stop, please, harder, please, please, please.
“I love you, Alex,” Maggie tells her, because she might be fucking her as hard as Alex is asking her to, but her hand is resting like a pillow behind Alex’s head and her other arm is wrapped under the small of Alex’s back, enveloping her body, holding her, loving her, embracing her.
“I love you, Ally, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.”
She repeats it like a mantra. She repeats it like a prayer. She repeats it like a promise, because she’s exactly what it is.
“Maggie, Maggie, Maggie, Maggie,” Alex whispers, prays, cries. “I love you too, I love you, I love you, I love you.”
She clutches onto her like she is her lifeline, like she is her anchor, like she is her rock, like she is her oxygen, because she is, she is, she is, and when Alex cums from the pressure of Maggie’s thigh between her legs, she brings Maggie’s lips to her own and Maggie swallows the soft gasps, the sudden shudders, the perfect convulsions, that rock Alex’s body, that rock Alex’s heart.
“I’ve got you, Alex. Always and always,” Maggie promises as she kisses every inch of Alex’s face.
And Alex, trembling and satiated and safe, believes her.
anyone who has ever spent five seconds around me:
yes, you love ally carter, i know, you love ally carter so much, she's your precious baby, you love her so much, you just love ally carter, i KNOW, you love ally carter you really love ally carter ok i know, i get it, YOU LOVE ALLY CARTER. I GET IT.
Realistic: Asami and future industries play a huge role in helping rebuild republic city around the spirit portal and helping the citizens get new homes. She receives a statue for her work.
Hilarious: Asami once became irrationally angry because Korra doesn’t have a last name, and she was trying to doodle “Mrs. Asami _______” during a boring business meeting between the third and fourth books. She had to compromise and write “Mrs. Korra Sato”.
Heart crushing: after the final battle with Kuvira, and having to watch her father die right before her eyes, Asami gets terrible nightmares, and at first she always hid it from Korra because she didn’t want her girlfriend to have to worry about her, due to Korra suffering from her own nightmares and ptsd.
Canon sucks: Asami is the one who mainly fought against P'Li (each of the other krew members got their own red lotus member to fight so Asami deserves one too) and manages to bring the combustion bender down by beating her in close-range hand to hand combat, shocking P'Li’s forehead right as she was attempting to create an explosion, then pushing her off the cliff and barely escaping the uncontrolled blast.
It’s our 2nd full album!!!!!! I’ll write down the names of people whom I love and am grateful to the most in the world!!!!! (caution: a lot)
First, my dear family!! Dad, mom, sis, Mickey the pig Seems like I’m being pretty filial lately so I’m in a good mood, thank you for giving birth to your son. Sis, I hope you’ll do well at what you’re doing. Mickey, stop gaining weight~
And to people who make BTS become singers with the 2nd full album Bang Shihyuk PD-nim, vice-president Choi Yoojung, director Kim Shinkyu, director Yoon Seokjoon, I’ll always be grateful even if time passes. Bighit’s employees who went through a lot and put blood, sweat and tears into us, into J-hope Director Lee Hyuk, director Chaeeun World’s coolest big team, Sunghyunie-hyung, teacher Sungdeuk, Hyunjoo-noona, Sunkyung-noona, Gabriel-hyung Contents Communication team who deserves applause for your brains, Woojung-noona, Surin-noona, Hyunji-noona, Bunhong-noona Business Management team who went through the most, Heesun-hyungnim, Hayan-noona, Jinah-noona, Kyungjin-nim, Sungho-nim, Hyeyoung-nim My dear Fan Marketing, Iseul-noona, Nayeob-noona, Yoori-noona Rookie Development team who’s responsible for the company’s future, Sunjung-noona, Mijung-noona, Yeonhee-noona, Seungwoo-nim, Hyunryung-nim, Hyewon-nim The most important in the company!!!!!!!!! My life’s energizer, Management Support team, Hyukki-hyung, Jaehoonie-hyung, Eunjung-noona, Eunsangie-hyung Media Relations team’s Seolhee-noona who suffers the most The company’s pillar A&R team, Changwonie-hyung, Jooyoungie-hyung, Bosungie-hyung, Wooyoung-hyungnim, HR team’s Jaedong-hyungnim
Pdogg-hyung, Slow Rabbit, Supreme Boy, Joonsangie who are responsible for this full album’s music Our managers who always look after us like family, Hobeomie-hyung, Sejinie-hyung, Sungseokie-hyung, Jungilie-hyung, Yoonjae-hyung, Soonhakie-hyung, Minhyukie-hyung, Kwangtaekie-hyung Thank you so much our family members, it’s a hit, hit!!!!!
Now, the people who turn Jung Hoseok into celebrity J-hope Hair, makeup, stylist team, Head of Department Naejoo, Jinyoung-nim, Head of Department Jihye, Head of Department Dareum, Hyunah-nim, Head of Department Hajung, Hyesoo-nim, Chaewon-nim, Seoyeon-nim, Yeonhwa-nim And other staffs as well, I won’t forget my gratitude towards you guys.
And BTS’ reliable allies, Puma!!!!!!!!! BBQ!!!!!!!!! Smart!!!!!!!!!! I love you a lot~
And my dear friends, our Jinwoo-hyung, Hyunok-noona, Jingoo-hyung Kwangju Go Dance, forever NEURON!! Dongwoo-hyung, Byungeunie-hyung, Mishika Kingz-hyung, and many other hyungs and noonas Kwangju Joy Dance family members, including president Park Daehong, thank you!
There are so many others I’m grateful to
Our dance team, Live Section band hyungnims who always work hard from behind. Thank our Junsoo-hyung and many other staffs for filming Bon Voyage with fun DYLAN MAYORAL who made cool choreography for INTRO/Boy Meets Evil, thank u so much! Thank you for MAMA’s beat, Primary-hyungnim, I’ll greet you later.
Director Lumpens, director GDW who filmed the MV of our life more coolly than anyone else, I love you Head of Department Kim Rinyong who took cool photos for our 2nd album jacket, thank you too~
It seems to be longer as I write down each and everyone.
Lastly, our ARMY!!!!!!!!!! You are the main character of this THANKS TO. I love ya, my love~
And our members!! You know it even if I don’t say right??? Whom I know well than anyone else, whom I cherish more than anyone else, whom I love more than anyone else Rapmon, Jin-hyung, Suga-hyung, Jiminie, Taehyungie, Jungkookie I’ll love you till I die What has already started, let’s fly until we reach that acme!! Hwaiting
Roe/Toye - lets get this rare pair some headcanons
ALLY I LOVE YOU GOD BLESS <333
The umbrella, when it rains -
I have to say Joe because while they are the same height, Joe is the bigger one just in stature, and also he may not be a refined gentleman but he sure as hell knows how to be chivalrous, y’feel?
The popcorn at the cinema -
Gene. He’d sit hunched over the extra large popcorn, his eyes glued to the screen in suspense. Joe would have one arm around him and he’d use the other to occasionally reach over and grab some popcorn.
The baby, when it cries -
Both!! they take turns, but no matter who’s holding they always sing a lullaby. (can you imagine Joe’s husky voice?? and Gene singing in french??)
The ice cream cone, when they share -
Gene is apparently the keeper of the food, because he holds the cone, and when Joe wants some Gene carefully lifts it to his mouth (and sometimes he jerks it at the last second to get ice cream on Joe’s nose)
The remote, when they sit down to watch a movie -
now Joe is the keeper of the remote; he has strong opinions on what they watch and if he gives the remote to Gene he knows they’ll end up watching a reality cooking show.
The basket, when they go shopping -
Joe. he calmly follows Gene around the store as he searches for what he needs, and gives input only when Gene’s brow is a little too furrowed trying to make a decision.
The door, on dates -
Joe! see my thoughts on his chivalry ;) but surprise!! also Gene!! they take turns, because Gene’s mama raised him right and he knows how to treat a man.
The other’s hand, most often -
Gene is a softie for hand holding okay. whenever he’s not doing anything with his hands, they are in Joe’s.
Their breath, upon seeing the other on their wedding day -
both boTH BOTH. JOE HAS REAL TEARS IN HIS EYES AND GENE IS POSITIVELY BEAMING. THEY ARE SO IN LOVE. ITS MAGICAL.
The camera, when they take pictures together -
I don’t get any particular selfie-prone vibes from either of them, tbh I think they are more the type of couple to take sneaky pictures of the other when they are unaware.