i love you so fricking hard


The first of my Katsucon Pics~ The lovely, amazing, and incredibly hard working @yukipri!!  (And let me tell you, her cosplay? 100/100 I wish I had gotten a close up it because its spectacular!  Those shinies you see? Thousands of rhinestones painstakingly put on. Those glows? Actual lights! She even had glowing blue roses!)

((Did I mention she’s a fantastic artist? Because that is also true! Her YoI work is magnificent and so creative omg) 

But she is super kind and friendly and let me take pictures with her!! <3 

i don’t want to sound snobby but..do you ever just think about how good doctor who used to be??? like, it was a show that was easy to watch from week to week w/o having to see all the episodes, the characters were all unique and flawed and so terribly human, rose with her easy smile, martha and her unrequited love (and growing /past/ it), donna and her sharp wit, jack and his obnoxious jackness.. just frick my peeps, i just love it so much

Mysterex thing fklhdsavbraehuvjeurehjdf I can’t think of titles so just roll with it

(Nyoon nyoom I can’t write so forgive me if they’re out of character u.u)
(And- Polli stop procrastinating okay TwT)

Rex at atop Mystery’s shoulders, covering his eyes as Mystery had told him to, though it was incredibly tempting to peek from time to time. “Are we there yet Mystery?” Rex whined a little, getting a bit impatient. “Almost~” Mystery seemed to walk slower, as if to just pick on Rex. Rex uncovered his eyes and looked down at Mystery with a blank, mildly annoyed look. “Mysteryyy you’re doing that on purpose…” Mystery chuckled and continued on, Rex recovering his eyes.

The two had been together for a long time now, at this point spending almost every day together, gawking at each other. Yeah, they got into some trouble, Rex looking a lot younger than Mystery, and, well, Mystery himself can be spotted as trouble from a mile away, but neither of them let it bother them too much, none of what people really had to say or do.

Rex suddenly felt Mystery stop walking, and lift him up off his shoulders. Rex beamed, though still covering his eyes, his legs swinging excitedly. “Are we here?!?” Mystery nodded, as if Rex could see, and let go of him… Rex nearly hit the ground, not expecting it, before flying up and staring at Mystery, confused for a moment, before realizing it was an honest mistake. Mystery scratched the back of his head and grinned sheepishly. “Oops~” Rex shook his head before looking around, hearing tons of different voices and shouts.

His expression soon turned to glee. “M-Mystery is this the one park?! Where we first kinda met?!” Mystery just gave a nod. Rex hugged Mystery excitedly. “Ahhh! Thank you Mystery!” He flew back away, and looked around it. “It’s all so different! What should we do first!? Where should we go first?!” He flew back up to Mystery expectantly.

Mystery blinked, and shrugged, taking Rex’s hand. “Let’s just walk around and see what there is first, it is busy right now, after all~” Rex nodded and went with Mystery.

Half the time of them walking about, it was Rex following Mystery, and the other, it was Rex excitedly dragging Mystery about to see everything, not that Mystery minded at all

“Ah! Hey Mystery look, look!” Rex flew over to a small booth, that seemed empty and old, nobody around it or paying any mind to it. Mystery follow over, suddenly getting a bit of nostalgia. “Isn’t this that one booth? From back then?” Rex nodded. “I remember it! … It must have been left here though…” The booth back in that time was bright colored, had targets to throw at and hit, to win prizes and such, a simple thing is most ever theme park. Now it looked empty and unclean, and looked like paint had been scratched off in some places.

Out of curiosity and nostalgia, Rex flew in and looked around, just empty shelves and hooks everywhere, the entire thing seeming super prone to fire, like the smallest spark could make the whole thing burn down in moments. Mystery stood just outside it, peaking in as well, before smiling and going in next to Rex. “Hmm? Mystery what are you doing?” Rex watched.

Mystery knelt down where the back of the counter was, and took out his knife. He forced it against the old wood and started carving into it. Rex watched over Mystery’s shoulder. After a few moments of it, Mystery had made a little heart with, “Rex & Mystery” underneath it. Rex blushed but was still smiling brighter than ever. “Awhh Mysteryyyy!” He hugged him around his waist, Mystery gently rubbing Rex’s head in return.

“I love you Mystery.” Rex mumbled.

“Love you too Rexy~”

“Hey?! Who’s back there?!” The two heard shouting, clearly directed at them. They sat for a moment, frozen, before getting up and running away.


They ended up wandering around for a bit longer, people coming and going, little kids running around screaming their heads off, then parents scolding their kids not to do this, or not to do that. It was honestly a little bit funny to watch at times.

They played some games and ate a little, getting a few glares from people when they kissed or held hands, but nothing unusual to them really. When playing anything, if Rex didn’t win, Mystery would get all angry at whoever decided it to be that way.

The park was open until midnight, and the two were planning on staying as long as they could, till there were forced to go home, and they both were having a nice time.

At one point though, the two ran out of things to talk about, and it went quiet as they walked around. Rex pouted for a moment, before smiling again and flying off suddenly. “I wanna see if you can remember where everything is here! Come and find me Mystery!” Rex playfully laughed. Mystery watched in confusion for a moment, before grinning and walking after. “Fine Rexy, I’ll play this with you~” Rex flew around, looking for a place to hide, not somewhere too difficult though. 

As he looked about, he ended up accidentally bumping into a couple people, almost everyone immediately forgiving him, or assuming he was just a young and excitable child, which really, he kinda was. But there was one lady he bumped into, who didn’t seem to take it too well.

“Excuse me miss! My bad!”

She turned around to Rex, as he continued off, but grabbed him. “Excuse you? You should be careful where you’re walking you little brat!” Rex shrunk down, trying to gently pull back. “I-I’m sorry.”

“That’s what everyone says when someone finally tells them off! But the moment I let you go, you’re gonna go running off all clumsy like again, not caring about the people around you. You could hurt somebody! Stop being a bratty little girl! Where the hell are your parents even?!” Rex bit his lip, incredibly uncomfortable and nervous, barely able to speak back to her.


Rex flinched back, tearing up a little. “I’m not with-”

The lady didn’t even let him finish.

“Don’t give me the story that you’re alone! You certainly aren’t if you’re being a spoiled kid, running around, setting a terrible example for all the other younger kids. Where are they?!”

Rex was rubbing his eyes, choking up a little.

“Excuse me miss, he would be with me.” The woman felt a hand on her shoulder from behind. She whipped around and flinched when she saw Mystery. “Hmm…” She looked him over, whispering something to herself, likely something not exactly kind to hear. “Great, because I demand I talk with you and your daughter.” Mystery grinded his teeth, but kept quiet for now. “You know, she, is a he, actually…” Mystery stated very firmly, taking Rex’s hand and following the lady.

She turned in shock and stared. “Then why the hell would you allow him to dress like that?!” Mystery clenched his fists, gripping Rex’s hand rather tightly. “It’s his choice, not yours, not mine.” The woman just scoffed, stopping right in the middle of the path, turning to face the two. “That’s exactly the problem, you’re not disciplining him right! You-” Mystery fought back stabbing her right than and there. “Miss… Let’s go somewhere private first please…” Mystery hissed.

The woman glared at Mystery, a firm and strong look. “No, if I have to spend more time talking to you two, I think I’ll get sick… Metaphorically and literally…”

Mystery grinned wildly, pushing Rex back, and taking out his knife. “AND I’M SICK OF YOU TOO SO WHY DON’T WE BOTH JUST FUCKING STOP?!” He shouted, gaining attention from every which way. He swiftly grabbed the woman’s arm and threw her to the ground, then immediately drove his knife into the back of her neck.

People from all around began screaming and running away, one person knocking Rex over. Mystery looked up, his expression shifting to worry. “Rex…” He looked back at the woman, choking and coughing up blood. He huffed, taking his knife, and then sweeping up Rex and running off. “Let’s go…”

Mystery and Rex sat out in some field, full of just grass, a couple shrubs, and little flowers here and there. It was quiet between them. Mystery looked over Rex. “Rex, are you okay? She didn’t manhandle you did she?! Did you get hurt when you were knocked over?” Rex rubbed his arm. “A… A little…” Mystery clenched his fists again, but sighed after a moment, and shook his head. “Is there anything I can do for you Rexy?”

Rex shrugged, and rubbed his eyes again. Mystery took Rex, then slipped him into his lap, and gently hugged him. “Oh Rex I’m so sorry that happened… I really was hoping nothing bad like that would happen today…” Mystery apologized. Rex sniffled, but smiled. “I-It’s okay Mystery… I-It was still really fun, a-and I had a nice time!” Mystery smiled again. “I’m so glad to hear that~…” Mystery kissed the top of Rex’s head and snuggled him, wrapping his tail around him.

It went quiet again between them.

“Mystery… It-…” Rex yawned. “It’s a little late now…” Mystery pet his head. “Would you like to go home?”

“Yes Mystery…”

Mystery stood, both of them having blood covering them now.

Mystery was carrying Rex back home, gently petting his head from time to time… He noticed Rex had soon fallen asleep, or at least seemed like it… He waited a bit longer to make sure…

Mystery then shifted to hold Rex with one arm. He reached into his back pocket and took out the small, black box he had. “Hmm… I suppose next time… Will work out better…” He checked it again, opening it to see the rings, and smiled. “Perhaps today was just another day for now…” He then quickly closed the box and hid it again, continuing on, carrying Rex in both arms now.

“Yeah… Next time I’ll be able to ask… Next time…”

(Hhhhh lies on the ground am I a failure because I can’t tell.)
( Rex belongs to @princechain and Mystery belongs to @sleepy-kinq )

GOT7 Reaction #2 - Teasing them with a lollipop at a fan sign

Yhow about a got7 reaction.  you (gf) teasing them in puplic with a lollipop but they can’t do anything because they’re on a fan sign.

Honestly I love this request xD Thank you for sending it in anon! Please enjoy!

Mark: *trying to talk to the fans but can’t stop constantly looking back over to you*

Originally posted by j-miki

Jackson: *frustrated AF but can’t say anything so he just pretends to not know what you’re doing like the troll he is so you stop. Later though he lets it slip that he knew after initiating a heavy makeout session*

Originally posted by suga-pills

Jaebum: *tries REALLY FRICKING HARD to focus on what the fan is saying, but can’t get your image out of his mind*

Originally posted by got7europe

Jinyoung (formally Jr.): *not sure hes seeing things right* “uh…what is y/n doing…?”

Originally posted by jypnior

Youngjae: omg please ignore JB xD *takes a while to notice* “Wait..what are they doing? Why are they doing this now, they know I can’t do anything about it right now”

Originally posted by wangmins

Bhuwakul (BamBam): *you cant hear him but you see him clapping at you* what he mutters under his breath:“Good try y/n, but I’m going to get you back later for that. You’re gonna regret all of this”*

Originally posted by bombom1a

Yugyeom: “Really babe?” *starting to feel desperate AF for you*

Originally posted by yugyeomism

A/N: All I can imagine is the other members looking over to BamBam muttering to himself like “WTF are you doing??” and he just laughs and tells them not to worry about it, and now his band mates and his fans are worried for his mental health and keep asking if he has heat exhaustion and needs to rest xDD

ask box open~

what an ESFJ has to say to all the types
  • ENTJ: Repeat after me: having emotions is NOT a weakness. No, I don’t think you’re a loser because I saw you cry once. Yes, you’re still the baddest bitch around and no one can mess with you. Yes, I would love to schedule a power lunch with you sometime this week so we can talk more about this.
  • INTJ: I’m going to need you to stop staring into my eyes like you’re analyzing every facet of my soul even though you’re probably just thinking of all the ways you could destroy me. I’m also going to need you to hug me back at some point I can cling to you all day long until you acknowledge your affection for me you small emotionally distant creature
  • ESTP: alright Tom Haverford thank you for being a fun friend and going out with me but maybe let’s not reenact the weird combo of the Hangover, Animal House, and Legally Blonde that happens EVERY time we do something together EVERY time we do something together.
  • ISTP: Hey professor I thought I would come in during office hours to talk about my last test and— oh, you’re out of the office… but at least you left a note this time! That’s an improvement! It says, “science just got ballin bitches haha lmao smell ya l8er”. Professor the next exam is in two days why are you doing this to me
  • ENTP: ok this argument can go one of two ways, either 1) i agree with you even though i don’t actually agree with you because I want you to like me or 2) i end up trying to argue but really end up crying— oh we’re going with option 2 ok this should be G R E A T
  • INTP: how did you make a bong out of literally nothing. do you have no regard for the laws of the universe or— how did you disappear. why do you have no regard for newton's laws of thermodynamics. why do you do this to me.
  • ESTJ: wow i have never seen anyone adhere to a routine so tightly until I met you. why don't you walk on the wild side with me? we can get an unusual flavor of ice cream and talk about capitalism or something.
  • ISTJ: no i don’t want to watch that war documentary with you again yes i’ve heard the story about your uncle who was in the korean war five times ok fine i’ll watch it with you but i reserve the right to be on my phone the whole time. Why do you care about war documentaries so much you cute turkey you already know who won why is this a universal with every ISTJ ever W H Y
  • ESFP: come close to me. closer. closer my child. YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO A SHOT EVERY TIME SOMEONE AT A PARTY SAYS LET'S DO SHOTS OK??????? unless you want to and as your certified enabler that's ok too u precious pearl
  • ISFP : OK i UNDERSTAND that sometimes you need to commune with nature by staring at a tree for twelve hours straight but can you PLEASE put on a jacket it’s starting to get cold outside. ok you’re going deeper into the forrest so you can’t hear my nagging THAT’S FINE I HAVE A LOUD VOICE YOU CAN’T ESCAPE THE MOTHERSHIP
  • ENFP: BE!!!!!! ON!!!!!! TIME!!!!!!! TO!!!!!!! THINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you SWEET and ADORABLE little RAGAMUFFIN
  • INFP: I love talking to you and I love your crazy brain but CRYING ABOUT ALIENS and WONDERING IF THEY HAVE FEELINGS at 4:00 AM can only happen so many times before I physically restrain you so we can both get some sleep.
  • ENFJ: I like how we can jam on an emotional level and you are just as interested in knowing the intimate details of everyone’s life as I am and I really appreciate your ability to emotionally manipulate people (i know when you’re doing it and I especially know when you’re doing it to me but I love you so I go along with it lol) but for the LOVE of GOD P L E A S E tone down your ability to do EVERY ACTIVITY to PERFECTION and get MORE THAN 4 hours of sleep a night THANKS. you’re starting to give me an ulcer you sweet potato perfectionist.
  • INFJ: Yes, Ghandi, I am aware of all of those injustices that you’re telling me about. I’m angry too. No, I won’t go on a hunger strike with y— ok fine I will Jesus Christ put away those puppy dog eyes NO I DID NOT MEAN JESUS CHRIST LITERALLY GET OFF OF THAT CRUCIFIX RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME
  • ISFJ: I know you love people but you also love alone time. I know baby. I understand. But maybe come outside for a little bit and get some fresh air? Talk to people who aren’t on the internet? No? Your favorite fictional people are going through a hard time and you need to be alone to process this? ok go back to netflix love you sugar muffin i’ll try again tomorrow
  • and finally, other ESFJ's: I swear to fricking gosh if you bring baked goods to a function where I brought baked goods and PEOPLE LIKE YOURS BETTER I will spread a MILDLY NASTY RUMOR about how your pastries are all store-bought. Do not test me. love ya girl ;*

TAYLOR HONEY @taylorswift
Easy to say that I woke up this morning with the best news that you sent my friend Grad flowers and a card.
Ashley was my +1 for Houston, but she’s soooo much more than that. You sent these gifts to one of the most deserving people I know. She has such a bubbly personality, a love and thrill for life, a goal of making others feel happy, and so much more. I truly can’t explain how much my heart is overjoyed right now for my friend. The secondhand joy I get from this is IMMENSE. Ps: that second pic we looked like we stepped out of the shower BC we were dancing so fricking hard that entire show .


Okay listen

Check Please! is a web comic very close to my heart and I’ve wanted to cosplay it for some time but ya boi can’t get his shit together and buy an actual wig so what do we do kids

We half ass it with our own damn red hair and dumb Snapchat story concocted from the fact that I own a fricking STANLEY CUP

I’m sorry I didn’t do good good Dex justice and if you’d like me to take this down I totally understand I should have asked permission.

Y’all should go read @omgcheckplease

Really seriously if it’s so bad you don’t want it associated with the comic lemme know I’ll take it down I unserstand it was very rushed and it’s very sloppy I would harbor zero (0) hard feelings and  would continue to love the comic


the ultimate shipper challenge: current OTPs [1/6] » Greer of Kinross & Lord Castleroy (Reign)

I’m too rich to care what people say.  What I care about is you.

the signs as dan howell quotes
  • <p> <b>aries:</b> you're a beautiful flower phil!<p/><b>taurus:</b> hello internet<p/><b>gemini:</b> what the ever loving boob is that?<p/><b>cancer:</b> I AM PROUD TO CALL YOU MY FRIEND!<p/><b>leo:</b> the cat whiskers, they come from within.<p/><b>virgo:</b> what the- phiiiiiil<p/><b>libra:</b> this is the most fun i've ever had-<p/><b>scorpio:</b> lookin' hot. i'd smash that nose.<p/><b>sagittarius:</b> it would be hard for me not to say that this has been the best year of my life so far.<p/><b>capricorn:</b> i'm phil trash #1<p/><b>aquarius:</b> holy crappu!!<p/><b>pisces:</b> Nintendo? Nintend no.<p/></p>

anonymous asked:


This is???????? The dream???????? Like this is all I want in life???????
Honestly just imagining this is all I need to get through this Spanish final today thank you bby

anonymous asked:

okay here's the thing. i just followed your blog (srry i've sent u a lot of messages tbh,, thank god for anon bc #ihavesocialanxiety) but i already love just your blog and you seem so gr8? you seem like you work hard and are very caring but may not even see it all the time but,,, idk ! you're my new fave blog. i hope you are doing ok now !! glad we are helping in your time of need n stuff. frick i was supposed to use one word,,, woops

Thank you anon. It’s people like you that keep me going. To be honest when I made this blog I was going through an extremely rough time, like suicidal rough. On a whim I made this blog hoping to post shit and then disappear from this world, but I can’t now. You’ve all been so nice to me, nicer than anyone in my life outside the internet. So thank you, for telling me I’m cool, meaningful, and inspirational. It means the world to me. Thank you for thinking I’m great, because I don’t. And maybe I can try to get better at liking myself a little bit.

I just want you guys to know this. You saved my life. ♥︎


“If a man can bridge the gap between life and death, if he can live after he’s died, then maybe he was a great man. Immortality is the only true success.”
~Kyle’s musings on a certain someone’s dead brother

“Stunningly indifferent.
Attractively nonchalant.

To put it simply. I peg Kyle as James Dean.

I’m actually super happy with how this turned out. (●´□`)♡ It’s my first time drawing him. I hope I did him justice, mebameba! He got a bit of a haircut tho… XD And a bunch of piercings due to SOMEONE’S request. *cough* you know who you are *cough*

I dedicate this to margotsu, untranslatablerecreation, and dashirocrap who all loves Kyle. ( ˘ ³ ˘ ) And also ureshisan-universe, golomakaarts, and frick-stix-and-gay-chix. (´・ω・`)

Hope you guys like this, too! <3 And more love for Kyle, please!!

Thief 4 or “Let’s complain about everything”

Just joined the thief fandom and nearly everyone is complaining about the game I loved so much. Guys. It’s a reboot after all, yeah the old games were great, but could we please just get along?

But the thing that annoys me the most is the fact that even some guys are complaining about the game, without playing it themselves. It’s a great game, the story is great and goddammit, Garrett is perfect.

It’s just my opinion but everyone complains about the fact that he wants to save the city. He fricking doesn’t. He just wants to save Erin, the girl who’s like a sister to him. The girl he found on the street, trying to steal from him, the girl he trained to become a thief like he is. The whole “saving the city”-thing is just kinda part of it. He even told Orion that he doesn’t really care about what happens in the city.

Next point: The map. Goddammit, everyone (no seriously everyone) is complaining about the map. Why? Because you actually KNOW where you going? Of course, I know the maps of the old games, and they were pretty good, even tho it takes a long time to figure out where you are and where you need to go. But guys, seriously? The map is very helpful in Thief 4 and it’s not like it tells you exactly where to go. It just shows you the place you need to go, that’s it. Find your way.

“You are not able to steal everything and-” stop right there. You can steal plenty of things. Paintings, Signs and all the usual stuff. So where’s the problem? Did you want to steal a couch? The whole fricking fireplace? Well okay then.

The thing with Jenivere and his eye: It’s a reboot, guys. They did it because the old story was kinda finished. They needed something new and I mean, how do you know that the lovely magpie Jenivere isn’t named after the woman Basso used to love?

The only thing I complain about is the fact that he doesn’t have a sword anymore. After finishing Thief 4 I started to play the other thief games and really.. I miss that sword … it’s so hard to fight. BUT as a thief you really don’t need to get into combat so.. whatever.

Times change and so does the game. It’s not exactly what it used to be, but it’s still a great game with a great story (if you understand it) with great atmosphere and lovely characters. So please, stop complaining. I don’t want to join a fandom full of hatred. I don’t want to join a fandom that’s torn apart. So come on, give it a try. If you like it: Great. If you don’t: Also great but please, stop making it worse than it is.

(That’s just my opinion, you don’t need to agree with it, I just needed to mention it. And yeah I’m from germany, so there might be some mistakes in the text, but hey, at least I tried.)

It's Good To See You Again

Pairing: Hamilton x Reader

Words: 1,115

Warnings: 1 Naughty word and there’s a brief scene where Y/N slightly sick from heights.

Request: Requested by Anonymous “Could you do a modern Hamilton x Reader, where they’re friends as kids, but the reader has to move, so they don’t the reader doesn’t get to see them for a long time, but the she goes to a theme park/fair doesn’t matter and she’s waiting in line and all of a sudden she gets bumped into and falls and one of the guys helps her up and they’re like I know you and all the guys are there. One of them has a crush on the reader and takes her on the ferris wheel and kiss when it stops at the top.”

A/N: Hello! My name is Kayla and I’ll be helping Mimi for the moment! (Sorry Anon if you were expecting her… I’ll try my best to be as good.) I apologize if it’s kinda bad, I’ve actually never written x Reader fics. It’s also been a while since I wrote and I mostly wrote angst so here we go.

You could smell the fattening carnival food wafting from the busy stand, reminding you of the last time you went to a fair. Even though you had moved years ago you couldn’t help but feel a bit homesick, the bright colors reminding you of all your old friends from back in New York. Memories of the tall buildings echoed in your mind as you remembered chasing your 4 best friends around the fair. You could remember how much much fun you had on the rollercoaster, and how sick Hamilton was afterwards. The memories of Lafayette and John always wanting to see all the animals with you and the rest of the group always smiling at their coos towards the bunnies. And of course how could you forget Hercules, that fool was always showing off, flirting and winning prizes for all of the other 4th grade ladies. You threw your head back and laughed as you remember your little “gang.” In your distracted steps you can feel the gravel shift and in a quick motion your feet are pulled from under you. Out of instinct you hold out your hands, bracing for impact. Instead you reach another set pulling you up.

“Hey there,” The man smiles, lifting you up. His deep brown eyes and long hair felt familiar, though you couldn’t quite place your finger on it.

“Oh um,” You smile back,”Hey.” You give an awkwardly little wave. “Thanks for saving me from my little fall.”

“No problem.” His words were confident and smooth, like he had spent his entire life saving people from small accidents. “My name’s Alexander, and if I keep acting like an Ass, will you be my Titania?” Alex chuckled at his pick up line before winking at you. Slowly the wheels began to turn in your brain.

“Alexander? As in Alexander Hamilton?” Your eyes took him in, the way he walked, the way he dressed, suddenly it was completely obvious who he was. “Holy shit! It is you!” You smile before hugging him. “It’s me!” You say in response to his confused looks. “You know, Y/N? From, like, kindergarten?” Suddenly his eyes fill with realization.

“Oh my god!” He says, lifting you up a few inches in a hug. “It really is you!” Alex sets you down before looking around frantically. “I have to tell the guys!”

“Wait the whole gang is here?” You ask.

“Of course! We still stuck together after you moved. Here, follow me.” His calloused hands grabbed yours as he turned around, walking fast to a corndog stand. “Hey guys!” Alexander shouts excitedly to 3 familiar looking faces.

You laugh as they all shout your name upon first glance. A barrage of questions about you and your life.

“One at a time you guys!” John approaches you first, handing his half eaten corndog to Mulligan. You give the freckled boy a quick hug.

“So how have you been? It’s been so long!” You smile, before sitting down at the table with Lafayette and Hercules.

You spend most of the day talking and walking with the group of men, just catching up and laughing at all their new stories. Eventually the day starts winding to a close.

“Sorry Y/N…” Hercules says apologetically. “We all have to prepare for tomorrow’s debate. Professor Washington is already about to fail us. You can stick with Hamilton though, he’s been kicked out. Again.” Everyone laughs at the annoyed Alexander who stuck his tongue out like a bratty kid.

“We all know Charles was a suck-up!” He complained.

“Whatever you say ami,” Lafayette laughs, then turns to you. “Au revoir Y/N.” He says, blowing a kiss. “It’s been good seeing you, have Hamilton give you our numbers.” You wave goodbye to the boys before turning to Alexander.

“So what now?”

“Well, it’s almost dark. Ferris wheel?” You knew that heights always made you queasy but you couldn’t pass the chance to be with your friend again.

“Sure, why not.” You both smile.

Together you walk over to the ferris wheel, which was almost empty. As you stepped up onto the platform you couldn’t help but get nervous at how old and rusty the colorful gondola was.

“After you,” Alexander says playfully, helping you stumble into the seat before sitting down as well. The man running the ferris wheel shuts the door behind him. There’s a sudden burst of motion as it begins, the whirring of the motor audible from inside the little gondola. “Wow…” Hamilton says in awe, looking out from under the roof. “Look at that view.” You could see the entire fair, the lights just starting to turn on. Rides reached up into the sky, with cars full of people screaming and laughing at their ride. The games and the sound of people cheering filled your ears.

The view was stunning, but the longer you looked the more sick you felt. Then you looked down. “Alex…” You mutter, slowly sliding away from the edge. “I may be slightly terrified of heights.” Alexander looked at you in surprise before sliding closer.

“Hey,” He said softly, wrapping his arms around you. As he pressed into you, you could smell the paper and ink, mixed with a hint of a deep musk in his clothes. “Why didn’t you tell me Y/N? You didn’t have to come up here with me.” You can feel a smile stretch across your face.

“But I want to be with you, idiot!” You laugh into his chest. “I’ve missed you.” You pull away from him as the gondola slows to a stop, the lack of movement making you thankful.

“Not enough to call, apparently!” He laughs.

“Hardy har. We both know you didn’t call either.” You shoot back. Alexander’s laughs die down at that comment. He hunches over before looking me in the eyes.

“Y/N, look, I’m really sorry about that. I did miss you.” You smile and playfully punch his arm, trying to resolve the awkward air.

“It’s fine Alex, neither of us did anything wrong.”

“You’re beautiful when you smile, you know.” He looks away as both of you turn red. “Hey Y/N?” he asks, his deep brown eyes turning to you.

“Yes?” You can feel the butterflies growing in your stomach, and not from the height.

“You make me really happy. Would you,” Alexander stutters before regaining his composure. “would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Of course, you big dork!” You laugh, “I’ve been waiting for you to ask for years!” You pull him closer to you before pressing your lips to his. You revel in the taste of his lips as he begins to kiss you back.

“I love you Y/N.”

Okay, so I would probably read through that and see if it’s up to standard. Feel free to change anything. Then I would copy and paste it as a story gee whiz that was hard how the frick frack paddy whack do you write x reader fics 

Fandom Advent Day #3 - Old *Mute, Hate Plus

“…You were the biggest pain-in-the-ass in my entire career.” - Councillor Smith
“…Seconded,” - the entire Council, the crew, the player

I GOT REQUESTS TO DO BUT I PROCRASTINATED WITH MY A.I. QUEEN IM SORRY - I was legit crying as I played “Reading Comprehension: The Game” because *MUTE. So bitchy and extra. I love her! I want her to wife me really hard with her virtual security baton PLEASE

And I love YOU GUYS for sending me HILARIOUS FRICKING REQUESTS JFC I will go get started on them ASAP LMAO. YOU GUYS. 

The idea just wouldn’t leave me alone and even though I’ve never really written fanfiction, it just wouldn’t leave me alone so I wrote it.  And no one will probably read this, but I didn’t just write 2.5k words to not post it on the inernet (yes you heard that right).  So, if by some magic you do read this, I would really love to know what you think!  It’s Stiles and Lydia, about that nights where Stiles come to see Lydia because he thinks there’s something supernatural.  So I hope you like it (or read it i guess)

The Boy Who Cried Supernatural

The first time it happens, Lydia’s sure she’s dreaming. Because there’s no way- no fricking way- that Stiles Stilinski is standing over her bed, whispering her name so softly “Lydia, Lydia, Lydia” over and over again like a prayer. But Lydia blinks twice, long and hard and reaches without thinking, slowly reaches her hand out to lightly touch his cheek. It’s real and solid and there, and immediacy recoils her hand, a sharp contrast to her previous movements. Lydia’s sense of wonder is almost immediacy replaced by annoyance. 

“What are you doing her” she groans, still half-asleep. She rolls her head to the side, glancing at her alarm clock, “At 2:30 in the morning?”

“I found something,” he says, his voice anxious. The anxiety in his voices wakes her up. It’s 2:30 in the morning and he’s fully awake, and hell, that has to count for something right? 

“What?” She asks, sitting up, slightly terrified. She realizes that her pajamas are slight generous in a certain area on her chest. His gaze shifts for a moment, then back to her face. 

“Something…supernatural” he says, and then quickly corrects, “at least I think it’s supernatural. I need you and you’re all knowing banshee powers to tell me if it is or not”. 

“My banshee powers are not all knowing,” she grumbles, “Look away”. She looks back and he’s dutifully shut his eyes. She climbs out of bed and quickly slips on the nearest dress because of course Lydia Martin sleeps in her underwear. She cautiously looks back (his eyes are still closed, and he’s absentmindedly playing with his car keys) and she slips on the nearest pair of boots and grabs a jacket. 

“You can open them now,” and his eyes snap open. The car keys stop. His gives her a quick once over. 

“Let’s go,” he nods and they make their way to Stiles’ jeep. 


They’re riding in the jeep, stiles’ eyes darting back and forth, even though there’s no one in the road. The right hand is on the wheel, the left absentmindedly tap tap tapping on his left leg while his right one shakes. Lydia slightly smiles. Stiles can never sit still even for a second. She glances out the car, and catches her reflection in the rearview mirror. She pauses for a second, a realization striking her. This is the first time she’s ever been around Stiles without makeup on. 

“Stop it,” Stiles says, as though he’s reading her mind, “you look beauti-fine. You look fine.” Lydia turns away so he won’t see the blush that’s threatening to form on her face. 


The reach the “something supernatural” that Stiles was referring to, a clearing in the middle of the woods. There’s rock forming a perfect circle, and maybe it’s just because it’s 2:30, no 3:00 in the morning, but it looks creepy to Lydia too and she can see and sense Stiles’ worry. 

“How did you find this?” She whispers, touching on one of the rocks. 

“I…uh…” and now he looks embarrassed, and now he’s starting blushing and she realizes there’s only one way that he found something this isolated in the middle of the woods. 

“Do you patrol the woods?” she asks, and it sounds disbelieving but of course, she believes it, of course this idiot boy patrols the woods, looking out for the supernatural. 

“I…erhm…yes?” She laughs, and then the moment turns serious. She walks to the middle of the clearing and sits down. She closes her eyes, waiting. She doesn’t understand how this whole beacon for the supernatural, probably never will but it she sits still, clears her mind, and hopes to whatever god(s) might or might not be out there, usually something will come to her. 

So she sits and waits. And she waits. She can feel Stiles’ impatience radiation off of him in streams. 

“Well?” He asks impatiently, after silence that to his nervous mind was probably an eternity. 

“Nothing,” she says, almost relieved. 

“Nothing?” He asks in disbelief, “but the…the rocks…they…” he spins out pointing, “There has to be,” he whispers, and she senses urgency in his voice even though she doesn’t realize know why. 

“There’s not,” she says comfortingly, “I promise, Stiles. Now can you take me home? I would like to actually get some sleep tonight." 

She starts walking back to the car, and he follows her after a minute, but she notices that he keeps looking back at the forest, at the clearing. 


The second time it happens, a week later, she comes to a lot quicker. There’s no doubt, and there’s definitely no touching although there is a lot of groaning (from Lydia).  

"I think I found something,” he says, pacing the floor of her room. She glances at him skeptically, but she knows he’s not going away anytime soon, so she makes him look away, slips on acceptable clothing, and wordlessly walks to the car. 

“Let’s go,” she calls up to him. He’s still standing in her room, as if in a daze. He snaps too, and almost jumps following her to the car. 

The weird flickering street lamp turns out to be just that, a weird flickering street lamp. She tries not to notice the obvious disappointment that’s so clearly written all over his face. Why would he be disappointed? She puts that in the category of things to be dealt with later. She’s been doing that a lot these days. 


The third through tenth time he comes, she starts to get annoyed. He’s getting more desperate now, she can tell, even if she doesn’t understand why. 

It’s the flicker of the possibility of the supernatural that he overhears from his father’s walky talky one night (or many nights), or the weird behavior that their English teacher is exhibiting during class (“because you can never be too careful after what happened last time, can you Lydia?”).  Each time he’s more panicked, more frantic.  Each time he needs it to be real; she can sense that, even if she can’t sense anything supernatural anywhere he takes her.  


The fourteenth time it happens, she finally asks him.  

“Why Stiles?” she asks, after the leave another failure, a grocery store, where the people going in and out of the back room just a little too much in Stiles’ opinion.  The worst of it?  Spoiled milk. Which is nasty, Lydia thought mentally, but not supernasty (she’s been spending too much time with Stiles to think of a lame ass pun like that), “Why do you keep dragging me all over Beacon Hills?”  They get in his car, and he starts driving.  Right hand on the wheel, left on his left knee, taping, right leg shaking up and down.  

“I don’t know,” he mumbles, and Lydia shoots him a scathing look, “I don’t!” he screams in her face, and he looks immediately taken aback, “I don’t,” he says quietly, and it looks like he’s given up, “It’s just…we’ve been through so much.  One supernatural threat after another for the last four years and all of a sudden everything’s all well and dandy.  Well I don’t buy it Lydia!  Everything’s not well and dandy and you can’t tell me that there’s not another supernatural threat out there, waiting to attack us!  You can’t!”

“You’re right,” Lydia says quietly.  He looks at her, shocked, as if he never expected her to agree with it, “We have been though a lot, and there’s nothing wrong with being vigilant.  But…”

“But what?” Stiles says quickly, almost snapping but not quite.  

“But, Stiles, sometimes seeing patterns when they’re not there is not a good thing,” she says, as gently as she can.  

“So what, you think I’m crazy?” he says, definitely snapping this time.  Lydia licks her lips, takes a deep breath.  

“No,” she says, slowly, carefully, “I think you’re scared.”

“Scared?” he replies, not looking at her face, not meeting her eyes.  

“Sometimes the future is less scary than the supernatural,” Lydia says, giving him a meaningful look. They’re in Lydia’s driveway by this point, stopped, but the engine’s still running, the only break in the silence that forms.  Lydia knows Stiles doesn’t want to talk to anyone about this, much less her, so she does the only thing she knows she can do, leaves.

“Goodnight, Stiles” she says, slamming the car door behind her.


Lydia talks to Scott and Malia the very next day.

“Stiles has been coming to visit me almost every night,” she blurts out.  Scott’s eyebrows raise, and a slow grin starts to form on his face.  

“Well, Lydia, I can’t say this is unexpected,” he starts but Lydia cuts him off.

“Not like that,” she whispers forcefully, hitting him on the arm, not enough to hurt, but enough to know that she’s annoyed, “He’s been dragging my ass out of bed to look at things he think are supernatural every night for the past two weeks!”  Scott groans.  

“I know,” Scott says, and Lydia shoots him a patented Lydia glare.

“You know?” she growls.

“Who do you think he came to before you?” Scott asks, and Lydia feels a pain of guilt that she wasn’t his first choice, but she suppresses it before she can even fully register it, “I said no, of course, and since I’m not exactly a beacon of the supernatural myself, he wasn’t too interested in me.  I think he actually just stopped by on his way to your house,” and he says this as if he knows about the pain in her stomach that just dissipated when he spoke.  

“What do I do about it?” she asks desperately.  Malia, who had been unusually quiet, spoke up.

“Have you found anything supernatural?” she asks.  

“No, of course not,” Lydia shakes her head.  

“What if…you did,” Malia said, “Not anything serious or ‘end of the world’ variety like we usually deal with, but something small,” she adds quickly.  

“A small supernatural problem?” Lydia snorts, “Malia that’s…not actually half bad,” Lydia considers thoughtfully.  

“No way,” Scott says instantly, “There’s no way I’m tricking Stiles.”

“You won’t be,” Lydia says, “I will.”


He comes the next night, just like he has all the others.  There’s a little more spring in her step as he leads her to tonight’s destination…the hospital.  

He leads her to an empty room.  

“They were treating a girl in here,” he says, “They recovered her from a lake.  She almost drowned…but somehow she didn’t.  It was a miracle.”  The word “miracle” sounds like a disease when he speaks it and she looks at him.

“So what do you think it is?” she asks, “Mermaids?  Sirens?” It’s a joking that Lydia’s not used to making, but she’s trying to get rid of the permanent frown that has taken up residence on his face.

“Maybe,” he says quietly. Lydia moves over to bed, smoothing it down before taking a seat.  She closes her eyes.  She frowns. She can hear Stiles’ breathing get faster.

“What?” he asks sharply, “Lydia what?  What it is? What do you feel?”

“I don’t know,” she says, her eyes still closed, “But I think that there definitely could be something here.”

“Bullshit,” Stiles says, and then mimics her, “’I think that there definitely could be something here’. Bullshit, Lydia.”  Lydia’s eyes shoot open the first time he says bullshit, and she licks her lips.  She’s trying to find the words, to say “no I’m telling the truth” but she doesn’t want to lie to him and she’s sure it’s written all over her face.  

“I’m sorry,” she says. She looks down, opens her mouth, but he cuts her off again.

“Fuck Lydia,” he says, “You don’t have to pretend to spare my feelings okay?  I’m not some kid, okay?”

“Stiles-“ she starts.

“You know how I knew you were lying?” he’s yelling now, and it hurts, but she’s a big girl, and she can sit there and take it, “Because it only took you five fucking seconds to come to a conclusion.  If you thought there was something there, you would sit there and make sure because you wouldn’t want to play me like that.  Because you’d want to be sure because you’re always so careful and meticulous about things like this.  So next time you try to screw me over, at least make it convincing!” She stares at the ground.  She doesn’t know what to say.  Finally, she looks up and all the anger has disappeared from his body.  Now, he just looks sad.  

“Stiles-“ she starts again, but he cuts her off.

“C’mon let’s just go,” he says.  They don’t talk the whole ride home.  Lydia was sure that he was going to leave her there in the hospital for a moment there, but he didn’t.  And he wouldn’t, a little voice in her brain says.

His driving habits are the way they usually are, right hand on the wheel, left on his left knee, taping, his right leg shaking and Lydia wonders how many other people notice his driving habits.  Or how many other people know about her habits as well as Stiles.  

Sometimes she wondered if anybody else knows her as well as Stiles does.  But tonight, she knows that he does.  


He leaves her alone for a week after that, but he eventually comes back for the sixteenth time.  

“Lydia,” he says, but this time his voice sounds different.  She resists opening her eyes for as long as possible.  

“What are you, the boy who cried supernatural?” she replies, trying to sound annoyed, but she can’t resist smiling.  She can almost see his face crinkling up to a smile, and sure enough, when she opens her eyes, it’s there.

“Something like that,” he says, almost wistfully.

“Stiles,” she says quietly, “I’m sorry I lied to you.”  The last week, they’d been speaking less and she knew it was because of this sudden weight that had come between them because of last week.  And she missed him.  It surprised her how much at first.  When she walked into school and he didn’t meet her the first day that feeling in the depth of her stomach had returned and taken up permanent residence there.

“I know,” he said, “And I know you did it for the right reason, but Lydia,” she looks at him and he looks at her, “Don’t ever lie to me about this again.  Please Lydia-“ and his voice is desperate now, just like it’s been desperate for the last two weeks, there’s been too much desperate lately, and Lydia is sick of it.

“I won’t,” she promises and he looks at her and he knows that she believes him.  Then the silence hangs there for a minute.  

“Let’s go.”  And she gets up out of bed this time without protesting because she knows he needs this, and she’s here for him, she will always be here for him.  

Because this is their little routine right now, they’re Stiles and Lydia, he’s the human who shouldn’t know better but does, that human who always figured it out, the one who is attracted to the supernatural, and she’s the supernatural.

So they go off into the night, like vigilantes, the boy and the banshee, the girl and the boy who cried supernatural, saving the world from a threat that doesn’t exist.