exploded city

Hot Child In The City

an ode to Harry in NYC, the summer of 2013

Danger in the shape of something wild

Stranger dressed in black she’s a hungry child.

No one knows who she is or what her name is.

I don’t know where she came from or what her game is.

Hot child in the city

Hot child in the city

Runnin’ wild and lookin’ pretty

Yeah,
Hot child in the city

Soul Punk hidden message

Certain letters in the lyrics of the the album booklet were highlighted a different color, spelling out a hidden message in Patrick Stump’s Soul Punk album. This is what it says:

Fear is killing us. - Explode

But true love can survive. - This City

If we cooperate. - Dance Miserable

We can beat doubt. - Spotlight

But first rebuild trust. - The “I” in Lie

Take responsibility. - Run Dry

Happiness is still free. - Greed

Though not always apparent. - Everybody Wants Somebody

When it’s right in front of us. - Allie

So keep calm. It’s gonna get better. - Coast

“Prompt: Maggie says no.” from the hard-hitting (and I effing love it) @foreverblueraven and @goodslothnoodle “Please fix the proposal   That one kind of sucked” and @laurarasmith “ Also sanvers rationally talking about getting married cause like ok. They can be engaged. Sure. But can we plz get the logistics conversation” and @ahhveee “I’m really conflicted about the proposal…but like post-proposal Maggie saying yes but also her getting assurance from Alex that this isn’t only a reaction to everything that happened and it’s really something Alex wants” and @sanvers-cuddles “In anyway you see it but like could there be more of a build up to the proposal”

Other proposal fic here: https://queercapwriting.tumblr.com/post/160971754574/we-need-a-continuation-of-that-proposal-more


There was a time when she would stiffen and grab her gun and body slam anyone who came up behind her and touched her like that.

But Maggie has asked – “May I?”, she’ll always say, always softly, never expectantly – so many times that Alex has just told her, please, please, please, I love when you hold me like this, you don’t have to ask.

So there was a time when she could have literally killed someone for doing just what Maggie does.

But now? Now, Alex sinks back into her touch, her warmth, her comfort, her love, her support, immediately. She revels in the feeling of Maggie’s chin on her shoulder, Maggie’s body solid and strong behind hers.

“She’ll be okay,” Maggie tells her, and Alex tries to believe her.

“I hope so,” her voice trembles slightly, because a week ago, Kara almost lost her.

Yesterday, Kara almost lost Lena. Today, Kara lost a piece of her past. Today, Kara watched her city exploding around her, and Alex knows – because Alex feels it too – that Kara is blaming herself.

She feels Maggie staring at her, and she thinks about her promise to Kara.

To never let Maggie go.

The tears in Kara’s eyes, the lilt in her voice.

How far she’d come with Maggie, how much she tried.

How much Alex’s almost dying – almost, almost, almost, she reminds herself – had brought her sister and her girlfriend together.

But she doesn’t want Maggie to just be her girlfriend.

Not anymore.

“Hey,” Maggie is saying, pulling back slightly and taking Alex’s hands into hers. “I know the Danvers girls, you don’t break easy – “

Her voice is soft and it’s smooth and it’s the most soothing thing Alex has ever heard, and Alex has always been impulsive, but Kara had basically given her blessing, and she needs her, god, she needs her, because what if she lands in the hospital during the next war – and there will always be a next war – and Alex can’t get to her without being her wife, her wife, god, Maggie Sawyer’s wife.

It’s never appealed to her before. She’s never understood it.

But this woman, this woman with the calloused heart and soft hands, with the tender soul and sharp wit? This woman, comforting Alex about the Danvers girls, her Danvers girls –

“Marry me.”

Her eyes search Maggie’s face and she watches as the slight smile, the affirmation, on Maggie’s face melts into terror. Melts into incomprehension. Melts into disbelief.

Because she’s always been worthless, and she’s always been disposable.

And when she hasn’t been, she hasn’t trusted it. She’s blown it up in her own face. Like she deserves.

But Alex Danvers? Alex Danvers, with the wide eyes and the desperate voice?

Alex Danvers who has almost died more times than Maggie can count in the last few weeks alone, Alex Danvers who has held on for her and is holding on to her hands and is saying… What the hell is she saying?

“Excuse me?”

And Alex nods before she speaks, like she understands Maggie’s disbelief, like she understands Maggie’s shock. Like she’s feeling it too, but god, god, god, Alex took her by the forearm and pulled her into their first kiss in the bar, and she’s doing it again, now, because we should marry the girls we want to marry, and she wants to…

“Seriously? Marry me. Please?”

She breathes the last word and Maggie doesn’t know when Alex’s hands went to her shoulders, and she doesn’t know when her heart started flying out of her chest and her ears started buzzing, but she knows her mouth is smiling, her eyes are smiling, because god, god, god, she loves this woman.

She loves this woman, loves her like she’s never loved anything, and she’s never been wanted like this, wanted like…

Wanted like Alex nearly died, and Alex nearly blew up her own sister, and Alex nearly cost planet Earth its existence, and Alex nearly lost everything.

“Yes,” Maggie whispers in tandem with her eyes. 

“Yeah?” Alex breathes, and Maggie nods, but then she shakes her head, because yes, yes, yes, but also no, no, no.

“Yes, one day, Alex. One day, I want to marry you.” She stops smiling and she steps back, and she hates herself – hates herself like she hated herself the night Alex first kissed her – and she shifts Alex’s hands from her shoulders to her own hands.

“One day,” Alex repeats like she was just punched in the gut, and Maggie brings Alex’s limp knuckles to her lips.

“Yeah. Yeah. Yes. But Alex, I don’t… I don’t even know what marriage means to you. What it would change for you. For us. We don’t live together yet, not really, and finances, and our dog – when do you want to get a dog? – I just… I want a lifetime of firsts with you, Alex, and I want marriage to be in there. Once, to be clear. Just once. To you. But not… Alex, you almost died, and then the Daxamites, and then – “

“What, you think I haven’t thought this through?” Her eyes are wide and her eyes are pain, and Maggie steps back closer to her and thanks the goddesses when Alex doesn’t shrink away from her touch.

“I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been thinking about it, Alex. With all that’s been happening… hell, even before that. But we haven’t figured out… what does it mean to you? To get married?”

“Till death do us part and all that. Seems pretty relevant nowadays, huh?” Her eyes are wet and so is her voice, and Maggie gives a dry chuckle.

“But that’s exactly my point, Alex. I don’t want you to… I’m ride or die for you, Danvers, you know I am, but we don’t have to rush, we don’t have to – “

“But what’s the difference? Between you saying you want a lifetime of firsts with me and me saying I want to marry you?”

“Babe, getting married… that lifetime of firsts suddenly includes a lot of joint housing and financial decisions, and a lot of… it’s forever, Alex. And I want forever with you. But it’s miles from where we are: we just started this thing, you and me. And I want to treasure every bit of it. I want to treasure the conversations we have to have about dogs, and kids, or no kids, and careers and apartments and bank accounts and life goals and compatibilities and where we want to be in five years, ten, forty. I want to treasure the conversations we have to have about my parents and your extended family and planning mutual proposals with Adrian. I want to treasure talking about what kind of rings we want and designing wedding dresses or suits with Winn – do you want to get married in a dress? – and I want to treasure figuring out retirement funds and taxes and last name changes and illness and health care and all of it. I want to treasure all of it, Alex. I don’t want to do it while we’re mourning and grieving and recovering.”

“But we’ll always be mourning and grieving and recovering.” Alex’s voice is small, and it breaks Maggie’s heart in as many ways as a heart can possibly be broken. And more.

She pulls her down for a soft kiss, and Alex parts her lips, kissing her back eagerly.

“Yeah. But not like we are today, babe,” Maggie tells her when they press their foreheads together, and Alex nods.

Nods because the taste of water still burns in her lungs and the taste of Daxamite ash still chars her nose.

“So you’re not saying yes, but you’re not saying no.”

“I’m saying, not right now. But ask me again sometime,” Maggie smiles, and lets Alex draw her close into her body somewhat warmly, somewhat possessively.

“You love me?” Alex asks, because the logical part of her brain hears Maggie, understands her. Agrees with her, even. But every single other part of her is trembling with fear.

That she’s said too much, that she’s offered too much, that she’s demanded too much. 

That Maggie will leave because she’s failed. Again.

“I love you through and beyond, Alex Danvers,” Maggie whispers against her lips, and that?

That is good enough for Alex.

creamsiclefromspace  asked:

psst... if you are still doing requests could you draw dodie clark? it would be really cute o.o If you don't know who she is you might like her music! Thanksss~

here you go <3 @doddleoddle

@planetary-goghh introduced me to her songs this year at school <3 //even wrote it in my agenda to check her out ohmygosh// she’s really aesthetic and her songs are all very soft and soothing <333 I’m actually taking part in a PMV and the song being used is “I knew you once” ;7; ehehe but I don’t listen to her often though ;v;;; //maybe because I’m going through my edgy kpop phase and I need hardcore kpop songs or depressing melodies with a lot of tension and passion

3

This day in history - August 9, 1945 - Second Atomic Bomb is dropped on Nagasaki from a B-29 flown by Maj. Charles Sweeney – Emperor Hirohito and Japanese Prime Minister Suzuki then decide to seek an immediate peace with the Allies.

 At 03:49 on the morning of August 9, 1945, the B-29 “Bockscar”, flown by Major Charles Sweeney & crew, departed with Fat Man, with Kokura as the primary target and Nagasaki as their secondary target. After three runs over the city Kokura, and with fuel running low because of a failed fuel pump, they headed for their secondary target, Nagasaki. After finding a break in the clouds, allowing a good view for aim, Fat Man is released over Nagasaki. The bomb exploded above the city, raining debris and sending an epic shockwave, killing 50,000 instantly, along with another 25,000 from the conditions created by the explosion. The explosion also created the most recognizable image of all time, the legendary 2-ring mushroom cloud. The explosion generated heat estimated at 3,900 °C (7,050 °F) and winds that were estimated at 1,005 km/h (624 mph). The rebuilding of both Nagasaki and Hiroshima would take decades.

  • Snow: Emma, are you OK? What's with all the silly string?
  • Emma: It's spider silk.
  • Snow: What? No it's not. It looks like a Party City exploded in here.
  • Emma: Gideon made a giant spider and it got webbing all over the place.
  • Snow: We had more realistic decorations at the school Halloween party and the children made them.
  • Emma: I tried to fight it but it wrapped me up like a mummy!
  • Snow: The *children*, Emma.
Like She’s Mine (part eight) - Stiles Stilinski

warnings: swearing


Eight months later (one year after Madi’s birth)

“No.. no no no no no they spelled her name wrong how hard is it to spell Madison!?” I was screaming my head off as I glared down at the birthday cake made out to Maddison.  “One d! Come on! I made a whole separate note!”

“Alright tiger take it down a notch” Allison rushed over to me, putting her hands on my shoulders.

“No! Lydia is bringing Madi over here in an hour and a half and this cake is ruined!” My hands flew to my hair, running stressfully through it.

“Hey, hey take a breather” I nearly glared at Stiles, but his expression was so soft that I couldn’t keep the anger in my eyes.  “Come on, I’ll drive you back to the bakery, we’ll order a new cake, and then boom.  One cake for the party, one cake for just us to eat.  That’s two cakes!” I laughed slightly, feeling the fury in my in veins begin to dissipate.

“Okay… okay this is manageable” I said, taking in deep breaths as he moved his hands in sync with me.

“Alright, come on then let’s go down to the bakery” He said, and I made my way to the door.

“I’ll stick around here and finish making lunch for the party” Allison called.

“And I’m still on decorations!” I looked over to see Scott with streamers wrapped all over him, three party hats stacked on his head, and maybe ten balloons in his mouth, none of them blown up yet.  I smiled at his ridiculous mess of my decoration box.

“Thanks guys, we’ll come back in a bit” I said as Stiles was shrugging on his red hoodie.

“Ready?” He asked, and I nodded.  His hand was on the small of my back as he lead me out of the apartment.  I took a deep breath, and Stiles chuckled.  “It’s gonna be fine, I already told you”

“I know it’s just.. It’s her first birthday I want it to be special” But he gave me a reassuring smile as we walked out of the building.

“And it will be, I promise you it’ll go great” He told me.  “She’s gonna have so much fun. Get so much attention and presents, and we are going to eat a shit ton of cake” I laughed a little, which seemed to make him relieved.

“Alright we gotta get to the bakery fast I don’t know how quickly they can make a custom cake”

back at the apartment

“Do you think that the balloons should be separated? Like all over the apartment or should we keep them all together?” Scott asked.  Allison looked over and shrugged her shoulders.

“I like it either way” She answered, then went back to her cooking.

“How about we put streamers along both sides of all the doorway-”

“Do you think they’ll ever tell each other?”  Allison asked abruptly, and Scott spun around.

“Who- what?”

“Stiles and y/n.  Duh” He chuckled at her response, but didn’t know how to answer.  “They can’t hide it from each other forever, right?” He thought for a moment, but still couldn’t find the words.  “Honestly, he was in deep before they even met, and it didn’t take her long either”

“Yeah actually he uh… he’s told me it started back in like.. The sixth grade” Allison’s brows rose as she stirred whatever batter she was making up.

“y/n hasn’t been able to admit it for a while, but I know it’s at least been since they met” Scott was smiling as he continued taping streamers everywhere.

“I hope for them that they get over this irrational fear of rejection and just-just pour it all out” Allison giggled at him, giving him a glance over her shoulder.

“I don’t think she knows anymore”

“Knows what?” Scott asked.

“Well… I think she used to tell.  I think she used to get the feeling that he liked her”

“He wasn’t the most discreet person in the world” Allison chuckled.

“But I think since… since Madi she doesn’t… doesn’t see it anymore” Scott nodded, hanging his head down.

“Should we do something about it?” He asked.

“What do you mean?”

“You know like.. Should we set them up? Get them to realize how in love with each other they are?” Allison seemed to ponder the idea.  “It could work you know”

“I don’t know Scott… I think y/n’s maybe got her hands full?”

“But that’s why he’s there, he’s there to help her with all of it” Scott said.

“Since when did you become a romantic novelist?” Allison muttered.

“Look Allison I just think they could use each other”

“I do too but…”

“I mean, he took off a year of school for her.”

“For us Scott-”

“Bullshit” They both laughed.  “You and I both know that he’s here for y/n” Allison turned around, discarding her brownies and wiping her hands with a rag.

“Yes… yes but I think…” Allison paused for a moment, wanting to be very careful about what she said next.  “Don’t you think that she should be able to choose something for herself?” She asked the question slowly.

“You think she wouldn’t choose him?” Scott replied, cocking his head to the side.

“No I think she would I just think it’s a decision that she needs to make for herself, you know?” Scott’s mouth opened as he realized what she meant.  “I think that she needs to be independent for a while… and I think that that’s what’s good for her right now” Scott nodded his head.

“Yeah, yeah that makes sense” Allison turned back to her brownie batter, picking up the bowl and pouring it into a glass pan.

“But have you seen the way he is with Madi?” She chuckled.

“Yeah, the kid loves him” Scott said with a smile as he went back to taping streamers.  Well, he was trying to.  The guy didn’t know the first thing about decorations or decorating styles.  The apartment looked like a funhouse, multi colored streamers taped to the most random spots on the ceiling.  (Allison hadn’t left the kitchen, she didn’t know her boyfriend was out there making the place look like Party City exploded inside y/n’s living room).

(back to the reader’s pov)

When I opened the door to the apartment, I gawked at the circus my living room had become.

“Do you like it!?” Scott asked hopefully.  He was tying a balloon to the handles on the tv cabinets.

“Wow” Stiles said under his breath.  “Allison didn’t help you, huh buddy?” Scott shook his head, still bearing a big proud smile.

“Nope!” He said, and walked over to us.  “I did it all on my own!”

“Yeah… yeah I see that” I said, laughing slightly.

“Is it okay?” Scott’s features fell, and I gave him a bright and reassuring smile.

“It’s amazing Scott, thanks for the help” He pretended to tip his hat at me, and went back to work ting balloons on anything he could.  Stiles gave me a look, and I just smiled and head into the kitchen.

“Hey sweetie!” Allison greeted.  She was putting chocolate frosting on a pan of brownies.  The smell was all over the kitchen and it made my mouth water.  “No!” She must’ve read my mind cause she smacked my hand and scolded me.

“Fine fine” I rolled my eyes.  “But seriously, you didn’t have to make all of this”

“I don’t mind” She shrugged.  “How’d the bakery go?”

“They couldn’t do the writing on it” Stiles said, sitting down at the table.  Allison raised an eyebrow, and I set the box on the counter to show her.  I opened it up, revealing the white frosted cake with a border of pink and blue flowers.  The whole middle was empty.

“Oh that’s an easy fix” Allison said, waving a hand in the air and opening up a cabinet.  “We’ve got these bags and all you gotta do is put some frosting in there and you can write any message you want”

“Really? I have those?” I asked, not knowing that we owned any.

“Well, I do.  I brought over everything this morning” Allison said.

“Thanks Alli”

“Not yet, I haven’t given you my extra batch of pink frosting” SHe handed me the bowl.  “Okay, now you can thank me” I giggled as she went back to her brownies.

“Thank you Allison.  I don’t know what’d I do without ya” I kissed her cheek quickly and got to work scooping frosting into the decorating tube.

“Still glad you’re spending the year here Stilinski” Allison asked as I began writing as neatly as I could.

“Yeah I am, Beacon Hills has always been much more thrilling” He answered.

“Yeah but community college can’t be that fun” She said.  I gave her a look, unsure of why she chose right now to have this conversation.  “What?” Allison asked innocently.  “I’m making conversation”

“It’s not bad.  It’s easier than GWU” Stiles said, ignoring our small side conversation.

“Oh I’m sure it is.  Besides your favorite pers- people- are here” Stiles chuckled, and I caught a hint of pink on his cheeks but he quickly looked down to his phone.  I ignored it.

“Yeah” Was all he said.

“Should I say ‘Madison Rose’ or just ‘Madi’?” I asked, trying to direct the topic of conversation somewhere else.

“Madison Rose” Stiles said.

“Wow way to make it easy on her” Allison said, and I could tell that she rolled her eyes, even though I couldn’t see her.  I just knew by her tone.  When she used it, she couldn’t help the sassy.  It was just Allison.

“Well at least I didn’t let my boyfriend turn this place into  madhouse” Stiles retorted.  I sighed, this little banter thing they had would never go away.

“What are you talking about you hoe”

“Allison” I scolded slightly, but she could hear my slight laugh so she didn’t listen.

“I’m just saying Scott might be like a were-clown or something.  Place looks like a circus”

“Stiles shut up before this spoon goes so far up your ass you’re choking on it-”

“I swear to God I’ll be at my wedding saying my vows, and you two will start fighting cause you thought one kicked the other’s seat” I said, shaking my head.

“Wrong” Allison sing songed pointing to me.  “One, I won’t be sitting in the boring crowd.  I’m your maid of honor don’t deny it” I giggled.  SHe came over to me, pretending to inspect my handiwork.  “And two, I wouldn’t want to pick a fight with the groom” I nudged her said, not so secretly checking to see if Stiles heard her.  But he was looking at his phone.  Allison giggled, walking back to her spot across the kitchen again.

“Why don’t you go see what Scott did to my living room?” I told her.  Allison shrugged a shoulder.

“Maybe I will” She walked towards the room.  “I’m sure he did wonder- SCOTT WHAT THE HELL!?” I slapped a hand over my mouth but Stiles didn’t even try to hide his laughter.

“Baby you like it?” I walked out to Allison, and Stiles followed.  Scott was currently upside down on the couch, legs sticking out wildly in the air as he was taping balloons all around the coffee table.  It was a cage of rainbow ribbons.

“Wow babe… I didn’t know you were so skilled at decorating”

“RIght? Me neither” I giggled slightly, shooting a glance to Stiles.  He had the same look on his face.

“You did great” Allison said, patting Scott’s shoulders and giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“Yeah Scott, you could’ve had a future career in this” Stiles said, and again I had to cough to hide my laughter.

“Thanks but I think I’m gonna stick to being a veterinarian” Scott said, and I went into the kitchen to secretly laugh.

“All good choices” Stiles said, more sarcasm in his tone.

“H-hey was he being sarcastic?” I head Scott ask Allison.

“No sweetie, he’s probably just jealous”

Oh poor Scott.

“Surprise we’re here-! WHAT IN THE FUCK!?”

And that’s how Scott realized we were all making fun of him.


By the end of the night, most of the streamers had been ripped down by Lydia, who claimed you just couldn’t walk through his place without getting it in your hair.  There was wrapping paper and tissue paper everywhere, and Madi’s face still had cake and frosting all over her face.  Thank God I snapped that picture in time.

“Are we gonna go over there and break that up?” Scott asked as he pointed to the corner of the room where Allison and Stiles were screaming their heads off.

“SHE LOVED MINE BETTER!”

“STILES WHAT LITTLE GIRL WANTS A LIGHT SABER?”

“OH SO SHE WANTED THE MERMAID BARBIE!? SHE CAN’T EVEN BATHE ON HER OWN DUMBASS”

“Nah.. I wanna see where this goes” Lydia said, and took a picture on her phone of Allison mid scream.

“Besides, he neighbors haven’t complained.  Why close up the entertainment now?” I said, taking a stack of plates to the kitchen.

“Here, let me” Scott said, taking them from my hands before I could set them in the sink.

“Thanks Scott” I smiled, and went to Madi instead.  “Alright time for a little bath you are messy” I said with a wide smile.

“Bath!? I’ve got just the toy!” Allison ran over, a pink mermaid doll in hand.  Stiles tripped her.

“Why don’t you let me take her?” Lydia chuckled, and I let her take Madi from my arms.

“Okay thanks” I said.  “I’m gonna go outside and get some air, but I’ll be back in a bit” I told her, and she nodded.

“I’ll hold down the fort for ya” I chuckled as I slipped on flats and grabbed my coat before walking out to the hallway.  I made my way outside.  This February has been a pretty chilly one for Beacon Hills, but at least tonight it wasn’t cold enough that I could see my breath.

It was a pretty night, the sky was pretty dark, and there were no clouds so all of the stars were visible.  It was the kind of scenery that you see photographs of and people use as wallpaper on their phones.  I was almost tempted to pull out my phone and take a picture, but it was much more beautiful in person.  I sat down on the curb of the sidewalk, clasping my hands together as my fingers got colder.  It was getting pretty late, so not many cars drove past me.  It was just me and the stars.  How poetic.

“There you are” I turned to see Stiles walking over to me.  I offered him a small smile as he grew closer.  “What’re you doing out here?”

“Catching a break from the craziness” I answered, and he nodded slightly.

“Mind if I sit?”

“Go right ahead, it’s a beautiful view tonight” I said.

“Yeah it is” He smiled, staring intently at me.

“Shut up” I mumbled, hoping my face wasn’t as red as I felt.  He didn’t say anything, but at least he looked away from me and at the sky.

“I think Scott’s is going to cry once he’s alone tonight.  Lydia laid it on quite thick on how her has striped streamers with the polka dot streamers” I giggled and brushed my hands through my hair.

“Yeah, he better stick with UC Davis, the guy’s got no sense of decor” I said, and Stiles laughed too.  I shivered and shuffled over closer to him.  “Thanks for taking me over to the bakery last minute today by the way” I said, and he nodded.

“No problem.  It was funny watching you scramble around anyways” I laughed nervously, looking down at my lap for a moment.  “But it was great, and Alli told me you took tons of pictures”

“I did, I was thinking of making a scrapbook or something” I said.  “I’ve been looking on pinterest and stuff for all those ‘baby’s first birthday’ and stuff, and a lot of people kept a scrapbook for the first year or so” Stiles smiled and nodded.

“Yeah I can see you liking that.  Especially later on in life when she’s older you know?” I grinned and nodded.

“Right! I think it could be really cute” I said, rubbing my hands together.

“Are you cold?”

“Sort of.  I didn’t think I’d need more than my coat but I guess-”

“Well that’s an easy fix, here” Stiles reached over, wrapping his hands around mine and holding them on his leg.  I looked over at him, studying his features while he was looking down at our hands.  There was a small and soft smile on his face, honey brown eyes looking as warm as his skin felt on mine.  His thumbs were brushing gently over the backs of my hands.  I think he caught my stare, because his head turned and his eyes were staring into mine.  And as cliche as it sounds, I’m pretty sure my heart stopped.  Our noses were only centimeters from bumping together.  My breath hitched and I swallowed tightly.

“Thanks” I said weakly, and dared a glance down to his lips.  God I wanted to kiss them.  Were they as soft as they looked?

“No problem” He responded, smiling just slightly.  I caught him when his lashes flicked down, and my heart sped up so fast he had to have heard it.  He leaned forward just barely, but enough for me to see and mimic his actions.

“Stiles! Tell Scott that drinking three bottles of Mountain Dew does not make you a badass!” We sprung apart the moment Allison came outside yelling.  She immediately looked guilty, but covered up the second I shook my head.  A small action, only noticed by her.  It was my secret message saying not to mention anything.

“What?” Stiles asked, standing and rubbing the back of his neck as he came over to Scott and Allison.

“I think drinking sugar in one day is pretty badass” Scott shrugged, putting his hands into his jacket pockets.  I shook my head, smiling sadly down to the ground as I stood up.

“Good for you Scott” I said, patting his shoulder as I walked past them.  “I’m gonna head inside and check on Lydia and Madi”

I went inside without any other words shared with my friends.  I stuffed my hands into my pockets in fists.  They were pushing against the fabric so hard I was worried they’d rip right through.  My head was buzzing with thoughts so fast it was beginning to hurt, and all I wanted was to see my daughter and Lydia.

Entering the apartment I kicked my shoes off randomly and dropped my coat to the floor.

“Lyd?” I called.

“Mama!” I smiled softly and went into the nursery.  Which I’m not sure could really be called that anymore…

“Hey y/n” Lydia was in the rocking chair, Madi on her lap.  She was in her pajamas, and her hair was dry and soft looking.

“Hi there sweetheart” I sat on the small rocking stool in front of them, facing Lydia and Madi.

“You okay hon?” Lydia asked, and I rose my brows, letting out  long sigh.  “Uh oh, what happened?”

“I think I just had an almost kiss with Stiles” I said, eyes wide as I stared at her.  Her lips pulled into a big grin.

“y/n that’s great” She said quietly but happily.

“No, no it’s not great”

“What?” Her happiness instantly turned to shock.

“I mean what would’ve happened if I kissed him Lydia?”

“For one you’d confess your love for one another get married and ride off into the sunset on a rainbow pony” I rolled my eyes, but it seemed to make Madi smile.  She probably thought it was a story.

“Mama” Her hands reached out for me, and Lydia lifted into my lap.  I bounced her on my knee and continued with Lydia.

“And what would happen even if we did like each other? We date?”

“Well that’s what most people who like each other do” Lydia said sarcastically with a giggle.  I sighed again.

“And what would happen if we stopped liking each other? Or we broke up? We’d never be friends again Lyd.  I don’t want that”

“If you’re going to look at all the what ifs of life, then what’s the point of doing anything?” Lydia told me.  I wasn’t sure how to reply to that.  Because I knew she was right, of course she was she was Lydia Martin for Christ’s sake.  But I still had the nagging feeling of worry in my stomach.  I didn’t want to lose Stiles.  “Just keep that in mind no matter what you choose to do, alright?” I nodded, and Madi leaned her head back until she hit my chest.

“Baby are you tired?” I asked, and she gave me a nod, recognize the word.  “Alright, let’s get you tucked in alright?” She nodded again, and lifted her arms for me to lift her.  I walked her over to her worn crib, setting her down and pulling the blankets over her.  She clutched onto her pink stuffed elephant, holding it close to her chest and nuzzling her face into it’s soft fuzz.  “Goodnight sweetheart, happy birthday” I said in a whisper before kissing her head.  Lydia followed me out of her room.  We found Allison Scott and Lydia back in the living room.  Allison and Scott in their coats and shoes.

“When’s your flight tomorrow?” Allison asked as she came over to hug Lydia goodbye.

“Early” The strawberry blonde sighed before pulling away.  “But I’m glad I could come here for the weekend for her birthday” She said, giving Scott a quick side hug.  “And see you guys” She hugged Stiles next.

“Yeah we’re glad we got to see you too” Stiles said.  Lydia turned and came over to me.  She hugged me tightly, rubbing back and resting her chin on my shoulder.

“I’m gonna miss you guys” She said, pulling away after what felt like a long time.

“We’ll miss you too” I told her.  “I’ll make sure to FaceTime you”

“Good.  With Madi too.  I might miss her more than the rest of you losers” I laughed softly and nodded.

“I’ll make sure of it” I said as she opened the door.

“Bye guys, see you in the summer” We waved and called goodbye.  Allison and Scott put on their shoes next, both hugging Stiles and I and saying their goodbyes.  I thanked them again for all of their help.

“And then there were two” Stiles said, and I laughed slightly.

“You staying here tonight?” I asked, and he shrugged, already cleaning off the couch.  I took that as an answer of yes.  So I went back to my room to get extra blankets.  When I came back he was already laying on the sofa, scrolling through his phone.  “You know” I said, pulling blankets over top of him.  “I could always get one of those couches that pull out into a bed.  Then you’d have something comfortable to sleep on” He looked up at me, and set his phone down, turning it off.

“Yeah but those are expensive, and I don’t think I’m here often enough to need a whole bed-”

“You’re here five days out of the week” I said with a chuckle, straightening the blankets out.

“Are you tucking me in?” He asked, and I flushed.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry I totally just mommed you it’s habit” He was laughing, and my blush stayed present.

“You’re fine, I like the special treatment” I beckoned for him to lift his head up, and slid a pillow under him.  “You gonna tell me sweet dreams and kiss me goodnight too?” I giggled, setting my hands on his chest and leaning over to press a featherlight kiss to his forehead.

“Sweet dreams Stiles” I said softly when I pulled back.

“Sweet dreams y/n” He whispered back to me.  I smiled slightly, and walked out of the room, flicking off the lights, and going to my own bed.

If you’re going to look at all the what ifs of life, then what’s the point of doing anything?


me: *skipping an singing* you almost kissed you almost kissed!

tagged: @morganschiebel @bunnyboo10154 @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday @peter-andhislostgirls @johnsonxstilinski @spinjitsu-percy-horan @dreamshapedpeter and @kindfloweroflove

xoxo ~ jordie

Light 'em Up

A/N: This was supposed to be for the Fourth of July, but I didn’t get to it. Happy belated Fourth, guys! I hope you like it!

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

Word Count: 423

Warnings: None that I know of.

You and the Roommates enjoy the Fourth of July.

Xxx

You all sat there, watching through the giant windows of the loft as fireworks exploded somewhere across the city. The lights were all off, the only light coming from the moon and the colorful display.

A blanket was spread on the floor, and you all sat shoulder to shoulder, Isaac on your right, Derek to your left, and Peter next to him, a bowl of popcorn being passed back and forth as handfuls were taken at a time, knowing it would be gone soon.

Looking from side to side, you smiled as you took in the little childlike grins painted on your roommate’s faces, their eyes sparkling without the glow from the fireworks, dancing with wonder at the spectacle outside.

No fighting, no threats, no looming gloom and doom, just a moment to breathe.

“I have an idea,” you broke the silence, grinning a bit wider when you felt three sets of eyes turn to you. Right as a golden firework exploded in the sky, you let your eyes glow their matching yellow color, the grin turning into a smirk.

Isaac laughed. “I agree. Who needs glow sticks?” His eyes blazed like yours as he chuckled once more softly, grabbing a handful of popcorn and shoving it all into his mouth at once as he turned back to the display in the sky.

“I am surrounded by children,” Peter sighed, but you gave him a sideways glance and saw his eyes flicker their bright blue with a blink and stay that way as a satisfied smirk crawled up his own face, and he leaned further back on his palms stretched out behind him.

Derek was just grinning madly. “Amateurs. Just wait for Halloween,” he chuckled, popping a piece of popcorn in his mouth and blinking to his red eyes with an explosion of red in the sky, the entire loft going the eerie glowing red.

A moment or two after the initial boom had sounded, the red fading from the loft and just emanating from his eyes, you spoke in a deadpan. “You planned that, didn’t you?”

Derek nudged your shoulder with his own before leaning back on his elbows as the fireworks display continued, a smirk on his face. “I guess you’ll never know.”

You all groaned, making Derek laugh before all your glowing eyes were back on the spectacle before you, the only sounds coming from the fireworks, muffled through the glass to where you all were huddled, safe and warm, and relishing in the moment the universe was giving you.

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Alberto Giacometti, The Palace at 4 A.M. (Wood, glass, wire, and string, ink, paper), 1932.

Slaughterhouse 9 explaining their powers
  • Shatterbirb: I have fine control silicakinesis, but as the glass or sand are farther from me I lose control. However I can still make all the glass in an entire city explode and badly hurt anyone nearby.
  • Bones: I'm an artist, and your body is how I express myself.
  • Mannequinoa: ... *jazz hands but with knife fingers*
  • Creepy Crawler: Rooby roo!
  • Cherichie rich: I just have so many feelings.
  • Mr Burnscar: Aha that's so lit. *sets Cherish on fire*
  • Soberian: ... *uses Alexandria as a ball of yarn*
  • Jack Slay: I make knives longer. Like... really long. You know... longer than they were.

Alright, I told my wife @the-calvaree that I’d write her whatever she wanted post-job interview and she asked for “IronFalcon, maybe in the Secretly Married verse” with “anything related to balloons and cupcakes” so. You all get this.

Somehow Peter Parker comandeered your story, my dearest Keeta, so… that’s a thing.

“Whoa, did a Party City explode in here or something?” Peter said, batting a balloon out of his face.

“Shut up,” Tony said, strolling out of the kitchen, a bowl of chips in his hands. “We may have gone overboard,” he added, glancing around with a slight grimace.

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Yang sat in her office. It was a day like any other. The busy streets of Vale bustled down below her office window. You could hear the cars drive past as the ambient noise of pedestrian conversations filled the air. The sound of rain hit the street making the repetition of water splashing around seem complacent. But Yang knew better. She could hear the chaos in the streets. It was only a matter of time before the city exploded. The Schnne Dust Company was cracking down on the city hard with their own police force.  


Yang reached into the draw of her desk and pulled out a lighter. The only gift she had ever gotten from her mother. Pulling out a packet of cigarettes out of her breast pocket she light one up taking a long drag. Money had been hard lately, no thanks to the Schnne. Her sister was doing her best to help the two of them stay afloat, but Yang knew better. If you wanted to make it in this city you had to get dirty. Which is why she was a private eye. Any case solved with no questions. Yang had faced plenty of trouble in her line of work but nothing could prepare her for what came next.  


The knock on the door was hard and pounded just as loudly as the rain on the window. “Come in.” Yang shouted inviting in whoever was knocking.  


That’s when she came in. Weiss Schnee. Heiress to the Schnee Dust Company. Of course, she was dolled up. Her makeup was made up to the point that it was hard to tell she was wearing any. Regardless her face looked like freshly fallen snow, pure and without blemish. He legs were long, stretching on and on. Her hair long white hair was tied up into a single long ponytail that reached down to her waist. It was long and elegant just like her. She wore a blue dress that seemed to become transparent the further it went down her body. It was almost like she was wearing ice itself.  


Yang almost dropped the cigarette out her mouth. She had heard rumors about the Weiss Schnee. They said her beauty was unlike anything seen before. Yang had a hard time believe someone so evil could be so beautiful but there she stood and Yang admitted that for the first time in her life, she was wrong.


“May I take a seat.” Weiss asked her voice soft yet strong despite the pounding of the rain on the nearby window.  


“Take a seat toties.” Yang respond regaining her composure and gesturing to the wooden chair in front of her desk.  Weiss nodded and walked forward, her steps light yet seductive. Each time her foot moved Yang got an eyeful of elegance.  “So, what do you want?” Yang asked leaning back in her chair.  


“You know, they say your the best of the best. Any job, any price. No questions. Is that right?” Weiss asked leaning in close. She looked at Yang directly in the eyes, her gaze strong and full of confidence.


“Depends on the job. Now what could the wealthiest woman in Vale want from me. I’m sure you could just buy your way out of any problem.” Yang responded trying to keep her cool. It wasn’t easy though. Each time she tried to speak all she saw was Weiss and her exquisite beauty.  


Weiss laughed, it was quite laugh. She didn’t even open her mouth. Instead she simply rolled her eyes while smiling. “Your right. That’s what I’m doing right now. I’m looking for someone to do a job for me. Someone, strong.” Weiss said standing up and sitting on the desk. She positioned her leg just right so Yang was getting a full view of her bare leg.  


“Someone efficient. Someone who wants to make a lot of money.” Weiss leaned in close to Yang placing her fingers on Yang’s chin. Yang dropped the cigarette out of her mouth, completely speechless. It was like she was putty in Weiss’s hands. “Think you can do that for me?” Weiss asked.


Yang was lost in Weiss’s eyes for a moment. But she quickly recovered slapping Weiss’s hand away. “Like I said. Depends on the job. What do you want?” Yang asked. She was on guard. There was no telling what Weiss would want.  


“I need someone who won’t ask too many questions. Meet me at this address if you interested.” Weiss said reaching into her dress and pulling out a small square black box. Weiss swung her leg off the table and turned back towards the door. She stopped at the door frame and looked back at Yang. “I hope I’ll see you there.” She said winking and blowing a kiss.


Yang was left speechless. She didn’t know how to respond. She took the small black box off her desk. Inside the box was a small slip of paper with an address on it. Yang smirked, this was going to be fun.



Yang showed up to the address given to her. It was abandoned warehouse. She pushed open the heavy metal doors to find darkness. “Hello! Anyone home?” She shouted. That’s when she heard it. The sound of fleshing hitting flesh.  


Crouching down and pulling out her lucky pistol, she made her way deeper into the warehouse. She made he movements slow using the sound of the rain to cover footsteps. Then she found the source of the noise. It was Weiss, she was tied up to a chair while two thugs seemed to be interrogating her.  


“Who are you meeting!?!” One of the thugs shouted smacking Weiss in the face.  


Weiss took the hit with dignity, not letting out a sound as she glared down the thugs. Yang was impressed. She thought Weiss was just another rich princess. But it looked like she could take care of herself. Yang crouched down behind a box a few feet away from the thugs. She had to wait for just the right moment to make a move.  


One of the thugs pulled out a knife and pointed it in Weiss’s face. “You know cosmetic surgery is pretty good these days. All I need to do find is who you are supposed to be meeting up with. Your brother said he didn’t care how though. So, unless you want to add another ugly cut on that pretty face I suggest you start talking.” The thug said threatening Weiss further by pushing the knife closer and closer to Weiss’s check with each passing second.


Weiss responded by spitting in the thug’s face. “That’s it!” The thugs shouted bring his knife up but before he could make another move Yang popped up behind one of the crate and shot the thug in the back.  


This caused the other thug who to nearly jump out of his skin. He fumbled for his gun but it was too late. Yang was faster and put a bullet between his eyes before he could even draw. Making quick work of the thugs Yang ran forward to Weiss. She began to untie the heiress, “So this is what you’re into?” Yang asked jokingly.


Weiss smirked. “What can I say? I’m a bit adventurous.” She replied as the binding around her were removed. Weiss stood up and began to rub her red wrists. Suddenly her eyes went eyes as she snatched the gun out of Yang’s hands.


“Hey what-” Yang was saying as she was interrupted by the sound of a gunshot. Yang turned around and found the thug she had thought she had finished standing up. He had his gun drawn and pointed at Yang but now he had a hole in his head.


“Next time. Shoot to kill please.” Weiss said blowing the smoke from the barrel of the gun and handing it back to Yang.


Yang smirked and took the gun back. “So, you want to explain what that was?” She asked crossing her arms. It was detective time and she wasn’t leaving until she got an answer.  


“Doesn’t matter. The entire operation is comprised. Go back home and forget all about this.” Weiss said.


“No can do. All of a sudden, some beautiful woman knocks on my door and asks for my help. Now I’m supposed to walk away? No deal.” Yang responded.


Weiss blushed a bit. “Oh, so you think I’m a beautiful hun?” She asked already knowing the answer to her questions. It was more fun to play with Yang.


“How about we stay on topic.” Yang giving a dry cough in an attempt to hide her blushing face. “Who are these guys?” Yang asked kneeling down and checking one of the thugs.  


Weiss sighed, “Thugs my brother hired. He found about my plan and now he wants to stop me.” She said crossing her arms.  


“So, what is you plan?” Yang asked.  


“The Schnne name has been ruined by my father. I want to change that. I’m going to kill my father.” Weiss responded smiling at the thought of finally ending her father’s reign. At this point it’s all she wanted.  


Yang eyes went wide. Killing one of the most powerful men in the city? Talk about a suicide missions. “Well… that’s not goanna be easy. What kind of resources do you have?” Yang asked.


“Not much. And in all honestly, I can’t promise you much in terms of payment. Not until we take my father down.” Weiss said.


Yang put a finger on her chin and thought for a moment. Then she had a brilliant idea. “Well how about this. You can give me a down payment now and the rest latter. Deal?” Yang asked.


Weiss nodded, “That sounds fair. How much do you want as a down payment?” She asked tilting her head. She wasn’t expecting Yang to be so cooperative.  


Yang smirked and walked up to Weiss. “How about a kiss to start?” She asked.


Weiss chuckled. “That all?” She asked leaning in and kissing Yang on the lips. “Done.” She said smiling.


Yang blushed deeply and rubbed her lips. She didn’t think that was going to work. “Yeah I think that will do for now. But I might want more latter.” She said.


Weiss walked away and grabbed a gun from the dead guard. “Well, let’s see how far we get first.”


Yan chuckled. This was goanna be fun.


—-  


So, this was it. After all this time it was finally over. Yang laid in the bed looking over at Weiss’s naked body. It was a hard road but they had done it. Yang and Weiss had overthrown her father and now the world was theirs. But along the way Yang had found something new, love.  


She leaned in close and kissed Weiss’s forehead. Weiss smiled, “Oh, do you really want to go another round?” She asked jokingly.  


“Maybe. I’m not sure yet. You might have to convince me.” She said winking at Weiss.  


Weiss leaned back in the bed and looked up at the ceiling. “It’s strange. I never thought I could find someone like you in my life. Everyone always just wanted to use me. But you’re different.” She said.


Yang shrugged her shoulders. “Well my defense you used me plenty of time too.” She said.


Weiss shot up and lightly slapped Yang’s arm. “Hey! I only did it when I had to. Besides, it worked didn’t it?” She asked pouting a bit.


“Yeah it worked. Still it was a crazy ride wasn’t?” Yang said.  


Weiss was silent for a moment before leaning close to Yang. “Yeah it was. I wouldn’t trade a single minute for anything in the world.”


“Well I think I would trade some time I spent in that meat factory. I think my hair still smells.” Yang said.


Weiss sighed but smiled regardless. “Your hard to love sometimes.” She said.


“I know.” Yang said grabbing Weiss’s chin and leaning in close for a deep kiss. The two shared a kiss for what seemed like an eternity. Unaware of Ruby who had walked in the room, gasped silently and then left the room forever scared.  

Originally posted by saskyang

Sorry for taking so long with request. I hope you enjoy!