calystalyn

[thisismeracing]

I don’t remember most of these dreams in great detail but I’ve had:

- one where I kissed Lando;

- one where I was making out with Seb;

- several where Lance was my boyfriend (I had a massive crush and then a significant enough ick that I was just done lol);

- one where I was having sex with Mick;

- one where George tried to kiss me and I told him we couldn’t do anything else because I wanted to have sex with Carlos and I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea;

- one where Charles straight up rejected me; and

- one where baby Carlos was sitting in my lap - I will send the picture off anon (this also kicked off enough dreams of me holding or having a baby boy that my best friend and I are convinced my firstborn is going to be a boy)

Bestie- I- now you got me thinking in all of these scenarios aaaaa

no wait, you mean in your dream or irl you got an ick w lance?

KJDSGKSDJGKSJDG OMG THE GEORGE ONE- I- you're a strong soldier, nonny! Idk what my dream version would do, but kudos to you for staying faithful to your future man! (that's such a good fic plot tho, can you imagine the angsty options we would have?! like George head over heels, and carlos just friends, up until you decide to give russell a chance, and then sainz realizes he actually likes you too and-!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

ok the charles one- I feel personally attacked, let's get some sense into him (or create another angsty scenario where we go with his teammate instead, and then he realizes his feelings heh).

*created a whole baby fever fic plot w the last dream, forgive me, bestie* in my head the baby is actually reader's baby w carlos and the lil boy is his dad carbon copy

adding your carlos pic <3

[solarrsims]

greek mythology legacy challenge

hi loves. i’ve spent so much time trying to find a legacy challenge that interests me, and i stumbled upon this one on the forums. however, i decided to put my own spin on this theme, and create my own goals and rules. use the hashtag #greek mythology legacy so i can see your gameplays!!

also, feel free to bend the rules to your liking. if you don’t have a pack i mention, you can bend that rule, or you do have a pack that i don’t have that you think would fit, you can add that in however you’d like.

gens/rules down below or in this doc

edits because of @nom-de-plumbob her ideas were so much better than my og ones!

overall rules:

- you may only use free real estate cheats when you first start

- you can only move onto the next generation when you’ve completed all of the goals

- i recommend setting your life span to normal or long

- you can use any gender for any generation!

- you don’t have to actually name them the god’s name if you don’t want to. be creative!

- try to use their assigned colors in some way (clothes, hair, skin, house, etc!)

GENERATION ONE: ZEUS

god of the sky, king of the gods - white

you have had a rough childhood. your father was abusive towards you and your mother, which resulted in your mother taking you and fleeing town. the two of you settled down the snowy mountains in mt. komebri. she became very over protective of you, rarely letting you out and about in case your father ever found you.

traits: non-committal, ambitious, charismatic

aspiration: successful lineage

career: politician (politician branch)

goals:

have a weather machine

max out career

marry and have two biological kids with partner

have many affairs

have 3 other kids with different partners

live in mt. komebri

GENERATION TWO: POSIEDON

god of water, the ocean - blue

you grew up in a very competitive household. your father was a well-known and very competitive politician whom had many different affairs. you eventually grew restless of the competitive life and decided to move for a simpler life—sulani.

traits: child of the ocean, loves outdoors, erratic

aspiration: beach life

career: marine biologist

goals:

move to sulani when turn young adult

become a mermaid

discover rare underwater treasures

try to keep sulani clean

advocate for marine conservation

marry someone you meet on the island

have at least one kid with partner

GENERATION THREE: HERA

goddess of marriage, women - purple

this sim grew up living a very calm and collected life by the beach. as a child, they loved watching movies and love, which grew into a passion for acting. so, you fled the beachy town and went to del sol valley to achieve your dreams.

traits: ambitious, romantic, jealous

aspiration: world-renowned actor

career: actor

goals:

become a famous actor

marry a celebrity

get jealous and become a controlling spouse

live in del sol valley

have more than one kid

you should favor your other children over the youngest, whom will be the next heir

GENERATION FOUR: HADES

god of the underworld - black

you’ve always despised their mother as a child. your mother favored your sibling(s) your whole life, and always saw you as a disappointment and not being able to live up to your older siblings. because of this, you decided to go on your own, and live up to being a criminal.

traits: loner, materialistic, gloomy

aspiration: criminal mastermind

career: criminal

goals:

max out aspiration

reach level 10 in mischief skill

become enemies with 5 people

have only one child, and don’t be close with them

GENERATION FIVE: ARES

god of war - red

this sim grew up in a rocky household. you’ve always had a strong sense of patriotism and bravery, and you’ve always dreamt of going into the military. despite not wanting to follow in your father’s footsteps, you still have.

traits: athletic, hot-headed, ambitious

aspirations: athlete

career: military (officer branch)

goals:

achieve level 10 in the fitness skill.

start at least 5 fights with different sims

reach level 10 in the officer branch

have at least 2 children

GENERATION SIX: ATHENA

the goddess of wisdom - silver

you grew up in a very competitive household. you were definitely the outcast child, as you prefer to read books or play chess instead of working out. you move out when you become a young adult with little funds.

traits: genius, bookworm, perfectionist

aspiration: nerd brain

career: scientist

goals:

achieve level 10 in three different skills.

complete the nerd brain aspiration.

reach level 10 of scientist career

eventually travel to alien world with wormhole generator

if you have discover university: get physics degree

GENERATION SEVEN: APOLLO

the god of sun, light - orange

you grew up in a very close and loving family. growing up in an environment that fostered creativity and intellect, your mother always encouraged you with your talent: music. your mother’s guidance not only nurtured your musical talent but also instilled a thrust of knowledge and an understanding of music.

traits: art lover, outgoing, music lover

aspiration: musical genius

career: entertainer (singer or musician)

goals:

start playing instruments as a kid

listen to music often as a toddler

achieve level 10 in the singing/one instrument, and level 5 in the other instruments

complete musical genius aspiration

play on the street or at bars for money

if you have discover university: get the fine arts degree

become a famous singer or musician by writing songs and licensing them

marry someone who has the music lover or art lover trait

GENERATION EIGHT APHRODITE

the goddess of beauty, love - pink

from a young age, you found yourself entangled in the intricate dance of romance, captivated by the myriad emotions that love invoked. however, your journey was not without heartbreak. you, in pursuit of love’s beauty, experienced the shattering pain of a broken heart multiple times. yet, with each fracture, you discovered an unparalleled strength to mend.

traits: romantic, high maintenance, party animal

aspiration: serial romantic

career: fashion influencer (stylist branch) or social media influencer (internet personality)

goals:

have at least 10 romantic relationships in your life, starting as a teen

reach level 10 in charisma

as a teen, get the party animal trait

go to parties often as a teen/university student

reach level 10 in either career branch

achieve serial romantic aspiration

have children only from one night stands or blind dates

GENERATION NINE: HERMES

god of trade, travel - brown

your mother never really paid much attention to you and your siblings growing up. you lacked the guidance you needed, leaving you and your siblings to fend for themselves. your nasty habit of kleptomania started as a teen, from stealing your mom’s stuff to stealing items from public places.

traits: active, kleptomaniac, you pick

aspiration: friend of the world

career: astronaut (interstellar smuggler branch)

goals:

live in at least 5 different worlds throughout your life once you become a young adult

reach level 10 of astronaut career (interstellar smuggler branch)

attempt to swipe at least one item per day (or every other day)

befriend at least 15 sims from various ages

marry a co-worker

have only one child

GENERATION TEN: ARTEMIS

goddess of hunt - yellow

your days as a child were spent in the outdoors whilst your parents worked, and you have lived in multiple different towns. once you moved out, you decided to built a house on an empty lot with a small farm. your farm began to flourish, and you hound solace in the tranquil landscapes, surrounded by your family and your animal companions.

traits: loner, family-oriented, animal enthusiast

aspiration: friend of the animals

career: veterinarian

goals:

own your own vet clinic

as a child, befriend at least 5 animal

have at least 3 pets!

achieve level 10 in the dog training

you may never marry. either adopt or have a science baby only once.

OPTIONAL GENERATIONS: TBF

GENERATION ELEVEN: HESTIA

GENERATION TWELVE: DEMETER

[iamred-iamyellow]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ I Dreamt of You All Summer Long - [Part 4]

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♥ pairing: charles leclerc x max vertstappen

♥ inspired by the folklore love triangle

♥ 402 words (excluding lyrics)

♥ a/n: yayyy the folklore series is done <3 shout-out to my best friend for beta reading this part/chapter for me love you mwah mwah (none of the pictures are mine)

Charles has been in the Netherlands for a few days now, wondering if Max even wanted to see him. He knew the answer to that but couldn’t admit it to himself. He scrunched his nose, scrolling through some pictures Max posted over the weekend.

He sighed, too hurt and guilty to continue. Charles snatched his keys from his hotel room table and decided to take a walk to clear his mind. He walked for miles with his headphones, when his eyes met Max’s apartment complex. The realization that he reflexively took himself there sunk in painfully. His breath hitched at the sight, dozens of memories flooding his mind.

Betty, one time I was riding on my skateboard when I passed your house, it’s like I couldn’t breathe

Charles dreamed about what would happen when he saw Max again, the good and the bad. He races home and quickly stashed a a few objects in his car. Charles wanted to make it up to him properly.

Once he got to the apartment he took a breath and knocked on Max’s door. No one answered. He waited a few minutes before trying again but got the same response. 

“Okay I expected that,” he mumbled, pacing back in forth in the hallway. His eyes darted towards his pocket as his phone dinged with a notification. It was a picture of Max at a party. It destroyed Charles knowing he finally got the courage to say something when Max wasn’t even home.

He inspected the photo a little closer and noticed a small blurry detail. It was Lando’s house.

if I showed up to your party, would you have me? would you want me? would you tell me to go fuck myself? Or lead me to the garden?

Charles 

would it be fucking crazy if I showed up to Lando’s party unannounced to find max?

Arthur 

I think you already know the answer to that

Charles 

I think you already know I’m gonna do it anyway 🤷‍♂️

Arthur 

why even ask then

Charles quickly turned off his phone, body full of adrenaline. He tried talking himself out of this a few times in the car but ultimately failed. He ran up to Lando’s door, ringing the bell with shaky hands. He almost dropped the items he was carrying.

Betty I’m here on your doorstep and I planed it out for months now but it’s finally sinking in 

Lando opened the door with a smile that dropped the second he saw Charles. 

“What do you want?” 

“Can I talk to max… please?” 

Lando sighed and walked back into his living room.

Max walked up to the door hesitantly and crossed his arms. Charles held up the cream colored cardigan and a small tub of vanilla ice cream, Max’s favorite.

I knew you’d miss me once the thrill expired, and you’d be standing in my front porch light

“I miss you,” Charles whispered.

[f1-giuki]

ooohhh, could you write a blurb for lestappen (fluff) with saturn from sza pretty please? <3

Hi sweet sweet darling💖💖💖💖💖💖 tbf I have never listened to sza before but boy was I missing out!!! the song catches you over time and as I was writing I got very into it!!!! so here's your drabble!!!! hope you like it💖💖

saturn - prompt post

“I mean, I shouldn’t be surprised, but it’s so fucking blue!” Charles mumbles, looking at the small round window in their compartment.

“That’s home, Charlie!” George mumbles, floating around upside down.

The International Space Station is a long and narrow corridor of high tech, full of strange machines and plants. And it’s Charles’ lifelong dream and mission, to spend at least a month up there. He’s up there, now, alongside a strangely young crew of other five astronauts, all friends and fighter jet mates.

This whole space obsession began when Charles was four, on the balcony of his best friend’s house, watching the Monaco Grand Prix, in the streets of his city. He dreamt of driving one of those red spaceships across the sky, and maybe meeting someone else, an alien or a fellow space pilot. Charles still laughs when he thinks about how his mother was afraid that her son would end up racing at more than 300 kph every Sunday. She got him travelling at twice the speed of sound in the sky. She wasn’t that happy about it, but Charles got to fulfil his gay Top Gun meets Star Trek fantasy.

The journey from Kazakhstan was a good three hours of hell and noise, but Charles was lucky to arrive smoothly, not explode during take-off, and not have anything to do for the first two hours of his arrival. That’s why he has colonised the window over the Earth and has no intention to leave it to anybody else for the next few hours, unless Daniil, his Russian mission mate asks to watch, then he’ll have to be a good person.

“Has he already claimed the window as his?” A voice asks.

“Max!” Charles shouts, sharply turning around and ending up against the other side of the compartment, smashing against some equipment with his head.

Max laughs and gracefully floats next to him, rolling his eyes and opening his arms. Charles snuggles inside of them, hugging tight Max. The last time he saw him, it was at mission camp back in Baikonur, three months ago, when Max left for his eight-month mission, bringing up in space a little replica of Schumacher’s 2002 F1 Ferrari and giving him a bruising kiss before leaving.

“Sorry I wasn’t there for the docking, baby, Robert saw something on the sensors and I had to do a fun spacewalk to fix something,” Max mumbles, kissing Charles on the head. They’re slowly tilting to the right as they hug, and Charles wants to laugh. He’s in space with his boyfriend, what is up and what is down doesn’t matter anymore to him, those are just smoky layers of debris nearby, he doesn’t care right now, what he wants is blue. The blue of the Earth and the blue of Max’s eyes.

“Bodily fluids tend to float around in here…” Logan whistles, making Daniil laugh.

Max rolls his eyes and smiles as he hears the rumble of Charles’ laugh against his chest.

“Wanna make out in front of the panoramic view?” Max asks and Charles nods, enjoying how Max’s warm hands guide him to the window.

Charles inhales against the soft and salty skin of Max’s neck and he thinks of home. Whether in a small flat in Paris, a giant home in Florida, up in space or even on the rings of Saturn, Charles thinks that with Max by his side, everywhere would feel like home, so he kisses Max to cement his discovery. A small step.

“Say cheese!” Logan says as he takes a picture with an old instant camera and prints out a photograph of Max and Charles kissing in front of the Earth. 

[enid-rhees]

please can you write something for Tara? maybe an argument that ends in a love confession? 🩷 sorry I don’t have many good ideas but I love your writing

oh god i love Tara so much. tysm for requesting!! hope you enjoy <3 and this is an amazing request dont apologize! and tysm 🫶🏻

warnings: arguing, slightly suggestive.

a/n: hope you all enjoy! requests are currently closed but will be opened again very soon 🫶🏻! this is a bit short but i hope that is okay!

it had been two hours since you came back home just to discover that Tara wasn’t there. she never left the house without telling you. even if it was just a small run that would take an hour max, she always told you.

you asked Rosita, Glenn, Eugene, everyone, and no one had known where she had gone. your mind was racing a million miles a second with possibilities you didn’t even want to think about.

Tara meant everything to you. it had been around five months since you and your group made it to Alexandria. but before that, you and Tara met in the train cart at Terminus. you were with Rick, Carl, Michonne and Daryl.

the two of you got along quickly, mostly due to one thing: you both liked girls. you figured her out quickly, when you watched the way she watched Rosita. and with you, she just… knew.

you followed her when Eugene needed to get to Washington, well, before he lied about even being a scientist and knew a “cure”. the entire journey brought you guys closer. so when Aaron appeared and offered your group to live in Alexandria, you guys decided to live together.

as the months went by, you felt your feelings for Tara grow more and more. it was hard to keep it in, you wished you were able to tell her, and just spit it out finally.

you weren’t sure what was stopping you, because all you wanted was to finally call Tara yours, or be able to wake up in the morning and see her next to you, or just be able to finally kiss her. you’ve dreamt of it too much.

your leg shook under the coffee table as you sat with your head in your hands. this wasn’t like Tara, at all. she always, always told you where she was going. always.

this was killing you. not knowing if she was okay or not. not knowing if she’s gotten hurt, and is stranded somewhere where she’s defenseless, or if she’s gotten bit-

the front door opened.

Tara stepped inside, taking her shoes off and hanging her hoodie like it was nothing. you stood up and ran to her, “where the fuck did you go?!” you yelled.

her eyes widened as she took a step back. “i just went to the pharmacy a few miles down…”

“why the fuck didn’t you tell me? or anyone?! i was worried sick about you, Tara!” her face was full of confusion, not knowing why you were so upset at her.

“i-i didn’t think it was a big deal. i wasn’t gone that long, Y/N. i’m fine!” she defended. “but what if you weren’t?! i mean- what if you got hurt, Tara? you always tell me when you’re leaving. do you know how worried i was to come home and see that you’re gone? and when i asked everyone where you were, none of them knew. do you not know how scary that was?”

tears ran down your cheeks and you quickly wiped them away. you didn’t want to cry over this, but nothing had truly frightened you like this. losing Tara is something you try your hardest to avoid thinking about at all times.

“Y/N- i’m sorry, okay? i know i always tell you when i’m leaving, but all i needed was one thing. i don’t understand why you’re so mad-“

“because i’m in love with you!” you yelled, causing her to freeze. “i mean- fuck Tara! i’m so in love with you, and i can’t fucking hide that anymore. you’re everything to me. just the smallest thought of you getting hurt scares the shit out of me. i can’t imagine how i could ever live with myself if you’ve ever gotten hurt somehow. i can’t do this without-“

Tara lunged forward, smashing her lips onto yours. she held on tightly to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to her as you kissed her back just as hard. your hands wrapped around her neck, not even leaving a millimeter of space between the two of you.

you pulled away briefly, but you immediately dove back into each other, unable to get enough of each other. one of your hands tangled itself into her hair, and she moaned into your mouth at the feeling.

Tara moved forward until you were pressed against the wall behind you. the deep kiss continued until you were both out of your breath. she leaned her head on yours as you caught your breath, still holding onto you tightly.

“i can’t lose you.” you whispered breathlessly. she nodded, “i know, i can’t lose you either. i’m sorry for leaving like that without saying anything.”

you shook your head, pulling her into another kiss. your head hit the wall when she suddenly brought her head down to your neck, bringing you nothing but complete bliss.

[use-your-telescope]

When Everything's Made to be Broken - Chapter 3: I'm Still Not Sure What I Stand For

Summary: Theo makes a decision. The Avengers meet a prospective new member.

Author's Notes: Hey look, it's the chapter that has the first snippet I posted back in like, February! This song is split between two chapters, otherwise it would be a 10k chapter... next chapter (again, already written!) will likely come on Saturday, 10/28.

If you enjoy, please reblog!! I'm a lil' blog (less than 100 followers, haha) and reblogs really help me out <3

Content Warnings: None!

Word Count: 3,957

Read on AO3 | When Everything's Made to be Broken Masterlist

Song: Some Nights - fun.

Some nights, I stay up cashing in my bad luck Some nights, I call it a draw Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off But I still wake up, I still see your ghost Oh, Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh What do I stand for? What do I stand for? Most nights, I don't know anymore

If there was anything Theo could count on, it was that her cousin Max would inevitably disapprove of almost all of Theo’s life choices.

“Are you insane ?” The tenor of her cousin’s voice blared through the speaker, furious about the news she shared. “Seriously Leenie, you know you’re insane, right?”

“Sometimes, that’s all I have to give me comfort.” Theo drawled, cradling her phone between her ear and her shoulder as she packed her apartment up. “Max, don’t you get it? They’re alive - this is our chance!”

“No, no, no –” he retorted, “things are perfectly fine right now! There is no reason for us to go digging up the skeletons we buried -”

“Why are you so upset about this?” She said, rolling her eyes. “You literally have nothing to lose - if this works, we get our lives back. If this doesn’t work, we will stay here and nothing changes!”

“I have nothing–” A strangled groan came from the other side of the phone. “You are impossible, Leenie! What are the others going to think? What’s Mémère going to think? You’re putting all of us at risk–”

“Mémère has been pestering me to help with the shadow creature problem anyways,” Theo interrupted, “and might I remind you that between the two of us, I’m the one who has the authority to make this sort of decision.”

“I can’t – I can’t believe you,” Max sputtered; Theo could picture him walking around his house, flailing his arms in exasperation as she refused to back down on her plan. “After everything we sacrificed to get here, you’re going to risk ruining it for them?” 

“They’re my family, you asshole,” Theo snapped, “and until two nights ago, I thought they were dead. I thought I would never see them again, and I would never see my home again, but now there’s a possibility I can have my life back! So yes, I am willing to risk everything!” Staring at the half-filled boxes around her, Theo sighed; a pang of nostalgia surged through her chest at the thought of seeing the constellations that filled her childhood in something other than her dreams. “Max, they can put an end to all of this - don’t you want to go home?”

For years, Theo had dreams where she experienced the world through her sister’s perspective, but until she found out her sister was alive Theo assumed that was all they were: dreams. Her mind playing tricks on her, making her feel connected to people who hadn’t walked the earth in a long time. It wasn’t hard to rationalize - lots of people dreamt about loved ones after they passed. 

However, if it was true - if they were really alive… Maybe they weren’t just dreams. Maybe she was still connected with them and seeing what they saw. Maybe her sister was staring at the skies like they used to, remembering the tales she told Theo when they’d sneak out late at night to escape the times when it all felt like too much.

Even if Theo had seen the world through Rae’s eyes, she wondered what Rae looked like after all the time that had passed. Was she still as lean as Theo remembered, with sharp cheeks and piercing amethyst eyes that saw through everything? Was her nose still hooked ever-so-slightly? 

A shaky exhale came through the other end of the phone.

“This is our home now, Leens -” Max softened his tone, “I know you miss them, but even if it’s true that they are alive, how do you know they aren’t choosing to stay there? How do you know they would even want to help? Or that it would work?”

“Max, there’s no reason to believe they wouldn’t try to find me again - they’re my family ,” Theo protested, pinching the bridge of her nose with irritation at Max’s very blatant disapproval of her decision. “Look, I get it - after all this time it’s scary to think about the possibility that we gave up hope when they were still alive and we resigned ourselves to being refugees. But wouldn’t you rather know for sure than sit here wondering what if ?”

Theo continued haphazardly tossing items into boxes - she had to have everything ready for moving into the tower. Movers would be coming in a week, and she would have to say farewell to the brownstone she’d called home for so long.

The thought of leaving her little borough was tough to swallow - what would she do when she couldn’t stop into the bodega on her way home from work and tease Carlos about the girl who kept coming in to buy stuff just to talk to him? There was no way the Avengers ever went to bodegas when they needed something, much less talked to normal people. It seemed like they were locked up in their tower whenever they weren’t making appearances or going on flashy missions. They probably had cleaning staff and a chef that they interacted with, but beyond the staff it was difficult to imagine the Avengers living normal lives and running their own errands.

God, if Tony Stark was as obnoxious and boisterous as he seemed, being locked in a tower with him would absolutely result in Theo committing murder… 

Maybe she shouldn’t have agreed to this. 

But if it meant she could be reunited with her family, if they could finally go home and rebuild… Maybe she could hold off on murdering the Avengers’ sugar daddy.

“I can’t stop you from doing this, can I?” 

Max’s voice snapped Theo back to the present.

“No, you can’t.” Theo shook her head, adjusting how she cradled the phone so she could tape a box closed. “I gave SHIELD my terms today and they accepted. Whether you like it or not, I’m going. You’re second in command while I’m gone - you know that, right?” 

“Fucking insane,” Max muttered, “This is fucking insane.”

“Yeah, I heard you the first thirty times.” Theo replied, rolling her eyes yet again.

“Fine, fine! I will try to keep Mémère in line and make sure shit doesn’t implode,” Max relented, “You have to tell the council though - I do not condone this whatsoever.”

Fuck, Theo forgot about the council.

“Chill out - I’m sure Mémère already told them.” 

Well, she was assuming, but they’d find out one way or another. After all, there was going to be a press conference to announce her new role upon completion of SHIELD’s onboarding process, so it wasn’t like it was going to be a secret.

Max’s frustration meant the conversation didn’t last much longer; then again, it wasn’t like there was much else for the two to discuss. If anything, she was a bit relieved to be done talking to him, even if he was family.

The moment Max was no longer on the phone, Theo let out an exhausted sigh.

Maybe Max was right - maybe she was getting caught up in this for nothing. Maybe she wouldn’t get to them in time. Maybe it was actually a lie after all. Maybe this would re-open old wounds. Maybe she would be killed before finding anything. Maybe…

Wings flapping brought Theo’s attention to her open window. A pair of black, beady eyes stared at her, iridescent feathers shimmering in the light from Theo’s apartment.

Not a crow - too big to be a crow. The beak wasn’t like a crow’s, and the feathers around it were far more pronounced. 

Definitely a raven.

Ravens weren’t common in urban areas, and seeing one on its own? 

Well, if that wasn’t a sign, she didn’t know what was. 

This is it, boys, this is warWhat are we waiting for?Why don't we break the rules already?I was never one to believe the hypeSave that for the black and whiteTry twice as hard, and I'm half as likedBut here they come again to jack my style

“Dr. Theolene Amaris,” Nick Fury’s voice rang out in the meeting room as a picture of a lithe woman appeared on screen. “ - also known as the Silver Shadow, the Celestial Phantom, and the Cursed Moon.”

It was only a few hours earlier that everyone was notified of the mandatory briefing, which was described as “urgent.” 

Moments before, Loki found himself pondering the nature of the briefing while everyone packed into a bright conference room. In front of each Avenger, a manila file folder sat prepared for them with information related to the subject in question.The faces of his team members shifted as they developed their first impressions on the subject of their briefing, her likeness blown up on the screen at the front of the room. 

Despite exceeding the capacity of the space, Loki managed to secure his usual seat in the back, conveniently located near the door for an easy escape. It was a habit that lingered from his earlier days in the tower, but having an easy escape from what were normally tedious meetings was still a benefit that Loki took advantage of more often than not. Even better, there was an empty seat next to him, lessening the otherwise inevitable sense of claustrophobia that would have eventually reared its ugly head.

She really didn’t look like much. The only noteworthy feature in her appearance was the thick mane of silver hair that tumbled down her back, stopping just above her waist. Otherwise, she appeared to be like any other Midgardian: clad in all-black, a beanie atop her head with black sunglasses obscuring her features as she walked down the street. If Loki passed her in real life, there was no way he’d offer her a second glance, or even a first.

With that in mind, it was safe to assume that in this first image, she was practicing urban camouflage – blending in with her surroundings by altering her appearance and attire to mimic those around her. The less attention she drew to herself, the easier it would be to slip in and out unnoticed; it also created an additional challenge if anyone sought to locate her. As someone who’d had plenty of experience with stealth, Loki already had an idea of what her skill sets may include.

Stark studied the first image of her, brow furrowed as he spoke up. “Hell of a name, but she doesn’t look like much. What’s her doctorate in? Bad poetry? Sad music? Scaring parents?”

“Emergency Medicine.” Fury glared at Stark while Agent Hill changed the display to a second photograph. “Assuming she isn’t a serious threat is both the first and last mistake you’ll make about her.”

The second image must have been captured in combat. She crouched down as though she just landed from a maneuver, the obsidian hood of a frayed cloak masking the top half of her face as she held a black longsword composed entirely of what appeared to be magic in one hand. Her other hand radiated with darkness as it touched the ground, ready to launch some kind of spell. Blood smeared across her jawline, a scowl across her lips as a pair of corpses lay in the background. Unlike the first photo, now he could see a scar that ran down past the bottom of her lip, almost giving her the appearance of a permanently split lip. A second scar cut through the outside edge of her eyebrow, angling out towards her temple.

One detail piqued his interest: of all the realms that Loki had visited, he did not recognize where she was. He had to give it to Fury – this picture certainly made her appear far more intimidating.

“She specializes in shadow magic—“

The room erupted as all the Avengers fired off questions at the director.

“Shadow magic? Wait, is she the one behind those shadow beast-things we’ve been fighting lately?”

“What does she want?”

“Is she working for Dr. Doom?”

“Did HYDRA give her those powers?”

“What kind of villain studies emergency medicine?”

“Maybe this will help explain things.” Agent Hill tapped a screen as the image before them went to a video.

Loki had seen this video before - it was nearly impossible to miss, having been plastered all across the news for weeks. A Midgardian woman single-handedly eliminated an entire swarm of the shadowy monsters that had plagued New York City recently, all while in a subway car. Somehow, no one knew who she was or the methods used to exterminate the pests. It was obvious from the video that it was magic of some kind, though it was different from any magic Loki had ever encountered in his life and it did not resemble anything he had ever studied. Though he hadn’t admitted it to anyone, he was curious to meet this Midgardian and learn her abilities for himself.

Of course, that was assuming she was Midgardian. There were many species who appeared to be Midgardian, though biologically they were different. Usually, it was easy for Loki to sense if someone was Aesir, Midgardian, or otherwise; however, no indication that she was anything extraterrestrial revealed itself to him.

No, this woman must have been Midgardian. 

“That’s her?” Romanoff inquired, arching a perfectly groomed brow at Hill. 

“Wait wait wait , I thought she was the bad guy, but she’s killing the shadowy monsters here…” Wilson said, gawking at the screen. “Unless she’s really crazy and likes killing her own, this doesn’t make sense.”

“I’m telling you, if she’s the big bad and studied Emergency Medicine, she’s definitely got a screw loose,” Barnes said, “and that’s coming from the guy with a vibranium arm.”

“This incident was weeks ago - how is it that we are just now learning of her identity?” Rhodes interjected.

“She is not our enemy,” Agent Hill finally explained, raising her voice over the incessant chatter. “She has agreed to help the Avengers find the root cause of the shadow creature problem and exterminate the beasts.”

Stunned silence permeated the room. The ticking of the clock above Fury’s perpetual scowl only emphasized the blaring lack of sound. 

Loki could count on one hand the number of times he had ever witnessed total silence from the group; to see the group go from so animated to so silent nearly gave him whiplash.

“She’s joining the Avengers?” Stark’s disbelief was painted all over his face. “Emo queen Rapunzel is joining the Avengers?”

“Not exactly,” Agent Carter said, “She is coming on board specifically to help with the shadow creatures.”

“If she’s so powerful, why isn’t she already a part of the Avengers?” Banner asked, leaning in as he met Fury’s glare.

“This is a temporary arrangement.” Fury crossed his arms. “We struck a deal with her.”

“So she comes in and helps with the shadow creatures, and then what - she just disappears?” Captain Rogers pressed, “Don’t you think someone with expertise in shadow magic should be kept under close watch?”

“You’d be a fool to think she hasn’t been on SHIELD’s radar for a long time.” Fury crossed his arms and glowered at the group. “She turned down past offers to join the Avengers. Your mission is to convince her to stay.”

“Convince her to stay?” Romanoff shot Fury a wary glance, while others regarded the director as though he grew another head. 

“Assuming all goes well, we want her to remain on the team after the shadow creatures are eliminated,” Agent Hill explained. “She is highly adept in both physical and magical combat, and she has expertise in stealth operations. She fills in some key areas of the team that have been lacking, while her versatility allows her to fit into a variety of smaller teams with ease. However, we need you to convince her to stay.”

“Dr. Amaris cut her teeth in a different realm,” Fury added. “She has trained with threats far more powerful than what we have encountered here on earth, and fought to survive in far worse scenarios. Her experiences and insight would be invaluable in our operations.”

“Okay, but if you had to strike a deal with her, that still raises some questions…” Banner hesitated, raising an eyebrow at Fury. “It makes it sound like she wasn’t exactly keen to help protect the world.”

“Her skills are far too valuable to not be utilized.” Fury glared at Banner. “What I was going to say before someone interrupted my briefing is that she is also an incredibly powerful healer.“

“How do we know we can trust her?” Wilson asked. “I’m no wizard, but shadow magic sounds like trouble at best.”

Barton agreed. “Besides, Nat has us covered in stealth.”

“You know how to make a woman feel appreciated.” Romanoff coyly winked at Barton. 

While Loki wasn’t one to regularly agree with Wilson, for once he made a good point: this was something Loki was unfamiliar with, and at the very least it sounded dubious. 

“Because if I wanted to kill you, you would already be dead.”

Every head in the room snapped towards the entrance, eyes wider than dinner plates as they gawked at the source of the voice.

Leaning against the closed conference room door was the subject of their briefing. In real life, Theolene Amaris was smaller than Loki expected - not short by any means, as she appeared to be slightly taller than Maximoff and Romanoff; she was probably the average height for a Midgardian woman. However, she was lanky, with elongated limbs and a slight figure. She carried her head high with relaxed posture, one leg crossed in front of the other as she leaned on the doorframe with hands loosely tucked in her pockets. She didn’t seem to be intimidated by the strong personalities in front of her, even as she crashed their briefing.

Dr. Amaris sauntered into the room, eyes scanning over each of the Avengers with a smirk on her face. When she reached Loki she paused, quirking her head to the side as the curl of her lips increased. “Looks like one of us might need to change.”

At first, Loki was perplexed by her remark. Upon a second glance, it became obvious. They both wore almost identical outfits: black button-up shirts with the sleeves rolled to the elbows, tucked into tailored black trousers that showed a bit of ankle, and black Oxford shoes. 

He couldn’t help the snort that escaped him, a smile creeping across his own features as he allowed his shoulders to relax. 

It was unusual for someone to make him laugh, especially on a first encounter. And to shock the Avengers in such a way? Well, he certainly was intrigued.

“It seems we have similar tastes in apparel,” Loki commented coolly, wondering about the nature of her remark. 

Just then, Theo pulled a hand out of her pocket and snapped her fingers, instantly changing her outfit into a pair of ripped black jeans, a faded gray shirt emblazoned with some sort of sigil and the word “Queen,” and a pair of black sneakers. 

Loki could feel the magic pouring off of her - while she was no god, it was apparent to him that Fury wasn’t kidding when he said she was much more powerful than she let on.

“There, that’s better.” She dropped into the seat beside Loki, leaning back and kicking her feet up onto the table before sticking out one hand. “You must be Loki?”

“Indeed, and you must be Dr. Amaris.” Loki offered a wry grin, shaking her hand with a firm grip. “A fellow sorcerer, I see.”

“You could say that,” She winked, returning the gesture with a firm grip. “Call me Theo. Dr. Amaris is what my residents call me.”

From the opposite side of Theo, Thor beamed at the sight of his brother being surprisingly friendly to the Avengers’ newest addition. 

It took every ounce of self-restraint for Loki to prevent himself from rolling his eyes at his older brother. “Pleasure to meet you, Theo.” 

“Don’t get any funny ideas with Rapunzel here, Reindeer Games.” Stark warned, apparently having already settled on a nickname for the newest team member. 

Loki’s attention diverted to Stark, sending invisible daggers at the man. Even though they had come a long way from the distrust present when Loki first joined the team, there were certainly still moments where Stark got on his nerves.

This time it was Theo’s turn to snort. 

“Rapunzel? That’s the best nickname you’ve got, Tin Man?” Theo cocked one eyebrow at the billionaire as she laughed, brushing a piece of hair over her shoulder. “I may have long hair, but good luck with trying to lock me up in this tower.” 

“Watch out, or I might invent something so I can–”

“-- Then again, you named your AI system FRIDAY, so I shouldn’t be surprised,” She continued, unfazed by Stark’s threat. “Seriously, what the hell kind of name is that?”

“Says the person named Theolene...” 

“First of all, I just told you - I go by Theo, not Theolene. Second, I can’t help it that my mother has terrible taste in names. Third, Loki’s helmet has horns, not reindeer antlers. For a genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist , you should know the difference.” Theo turned to the other Avengers. “And while I’m correcting people, I don’t specialize in shadow magic. I specialize in celestial magic, of which shadow magic is a subset. Dr. Doom is a joke, HYDRA wishes they gave me these powers, and my refusal to become an Avenger has nothing to do with a lack of desire to protect people, it’s because I don’t want to spend my time playing superhero when I can be more useful as a doctor. Although whichever one of you suggested I had a screw loose - Bucky, I believe? - was probably right. At least, my cousin would agree with you. He’s pissed that I agreed to this.”

For the second time in mere minutes, the entirety of the Avengers were stunned into silence. If there were two words that best described the collective response, “utter bewilderment” would be Loki’s choice. 

“Wait a minute—“ Wilson blurted out, “How long have you been listening to our briefing? Have you been here this whole time?”

“Long enough to know you are just as skeptical of me as I am of you. It’s nothing personal, I know - I would be skeptical of me too! still, this has been enlightening.” Theo rose to her feet, gliding back to the entrance. She spun around, bowing with a dramatic flourish while flashing a cheshire grin at the crowd. “See you next Monday for your press conference!”

With a flick of her wrist, a series of black runes appeared all over her arms, flowing down her limbs like a stream of water. When they reached her fingertips, they rose into the air and evolved, surrounding her until she was obscured from view; in a flash of white, she disappeared, leaving nothing but a faint shimmer. The entire process took at most a few seconds, but the effect lingered far longer. 

It was a finale to the encounter that was almost as dramatic as her introduction.

If Loki’s instincts were correct, she was just getting started.

And that's alright (That's alright) I found a martyr in my bed tonight She stops my bones from wondering Just who I, who, I, who I am Oh, who am I? Mmm, mmm...

[bonesandthebees]

I am so so eepy and suffering from a cold but ima start sharing some photos from my trip yippee!!!

I went to SO many countries bee it was crazy i didnt know it was humanly possible

I did iceland->denmark->germany->poland->czech->austria->netherlands

All in one (1) month

The last bit was def a bit more rushed and i stayed way longer in germany than expected but damn... Germany is actually super cool??!

But yeah!! It was very funny bc like I've always dreamt of going to Europe since I was a kid but I always wanted to go to Greece or Italy or France, but I was meeting up with ppl/visiting family so I ended up doing North Europe instead and I'm honestly?? Really happy I did:)) it's so cool to visit a bunch of countries and it's even cooler going into it with no expectations. Just fully going to experience the culture and explore!!

All in all!! It was super fun. Def got homesick, and idk if I'd do a whole month again. I think three weeks was when I really hit my limit so Im gonna keep that in mind for the next time I travel. But im just !! Really grateful I got to go on this trip at all❤️

oh no I'm sorry you have a cold!! I hope you're staying hydrated and resting plenty icy <3

holy SHIT that's a lot of countries to do even in 4 weeks. like I did netherlands -> england -> ireland -> scotland -> belgium -> netherlands in 3 weeks and that was STILL a lot even though it was technically only 4 countries. I can't imagine doing 7 countries in that short of a time span but at the same time that sounds insanely cool

tbh I think traveling to countries you never really expected to travel to or at least haven't been thinking about visiting for years on end actually makes it a lot more fun because every experience feels like more of a surprise. like with my own travels last year I decided to travel back to the netherlands and stay longer there on a total whim. I went to a city I barely knew anything about (utrecht) and it ended up being my favorite place I stayed at on the entire trip.

yeah 4 weeks is a LONG time. I'd say I definitely felt maxxed out after 3 weeks and was glad I wasn't staying any longer. but I'm so so happy you got to go on this trip it sounds absolutely incredible

[oveliagirlhaditright]

Dreams that I've had recently:

Sora and Kairi's KHIV outfits were revealed, and Sora's was a mix of red and purple and Kairi's was a mix of pink and purple.

...

I dreamt about when Buffy and Angel met up in Buffy season 6/Angel season 3. The two of them were walking hand-in-hand through in the road through a dimly lit neighborhood around midnight, or something like that. And Angel was telling Buffy that she was the one constant in his life--and was just in general being a really good comfort to her, yet not forcing her to say or do anything she didn't want to do. I think they mostly talked, though there was also some touching, and they did go a bit further with each other than they had in a long time. It was a nice dream, and I wish we had gotten something like this in canon, dangit! They both deserved this comfort from each other! Especially Buffy after she got ripped out of Heaven!

...

Angelus, the night before he's going to destroy the world with Acathla, somehow shows up in Buffy's room and acts like he wants to be with her (read: sleep with her) one last time. And this is actually kind of true, but he's also trying to get information out of her to see what she knows about Acathla, and if she has any way of stopping his plan. But Buffy completely shoots him down, because, "Yeah, I totally buy you suddenly wanting to be with me. I've been the one loving you, despite everything, and you've been Joe Negative about me. Yeah right, you've suddenly had a change of heart."

...

This one wasn't recently, but one I may have actually had a year ago or something like that--that I might as well share now (since I'm talking about some Bangel dreams)--about Angel's mom (who was a vampire in the dream) planning to go after Buffy, and him begging her not to. I think this dream happened because I was reading a fic around the time, where this was a thing in it (not so much Angel begging his vamp mom not to go after Buffy), but that his mom was a vamp who wanted to kill Buffy. In this AU, Darla was Angel's mother.

...

Last night, I dreamt that the world had learned about Slayers... and because of that, how they presented themselves to the world was very important (they needed to look at their wardrobe and know that they could trust them). Basically, Buffy and Faith became the fashion police when it came to every other Slayer's outfit. LOL. It was cute and funny.

...

I had a dream that Max Evans from Roswell became a teacher.

...

Also last night, I dreamt both about Bridge to Terabithia/Jess and Leslie--which was both beautiful and sad, as Bridge to Terabithia is--and something about Sydney Bristow from Alias.

I think that's everything I've dreamt lately...

Yeah, I've been having a lot of crazy dreams.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Long-Term Relationship Masterlist

2014 (ao3) - outphan

Summary: Relationship talk is something they have to do sometimes.

2019 (ao3) - outphan

Summary: Dan and Phil's tenth anniversary.

a dreamt earth for your mind, love (ao3) - deathlytireddan

Summary: The earth is wet and alive under Dan’s hands. Damp, humid dirt clings to his skin. A drop of water slides from a pillowy fern onto his palm. He watches it slide down his hand and fall onto a clump of moss.

AKA Dan is stressed, Phil dreams him a forest, they talk.

A Year in the Life (ao3) - TwistedRocketPower

Summary: To celebrate ten years together, and moving into their forever home, Dan and Phil decide to release a self-made documentary of the past year. Unlike anything they've ever done, this video will show the good, bad, and everything in between.

all the memories i hold dear (ao3) - Ablissa

Summary: "It's not really our anniversary, though," Dan reasons against his own will.

"It's one of our anniversaries," Phil argues.

Dan snorts. "Yeah, one of like, ten."

"Four," Phil corrects him, fondness seeping from his voice.

--

Nine years after meeting Phil for the first time, Dan thinks it's alright that they'll be spending October 19th apart.

But is it really?

because we're young (and love is a worthwhile fight) (ao3) - buzzbug82

Summary: Delicious cake, beautiful flowers, champagne to die for—and the way the grooms always look at their brides when they walk across the aisle; Phil thinks maybe that is why people get married.

But no, because truthfully what marriage is--

Colour Me Free (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: At age 25, Dan Howell doesn't want to hide anymore. The problem is, it's not exactly easy to tell your boyfriend of 7 years that you're not a girl.

Fifty Years Ago - insert-sugar-here

Summary: Dan and Phil are on vacation at the beach, when Explorers by Muse plays. This triggers slow dancing and singing. 

holding on to me so tight (ao3) - deathlytireddan

Summary: “Phil.”

“What.”

“That is...that’s really not how you should wrap that.”

Phil gives him a do I look like I care expression and cuts an uneven line across the roll of paper.

#IPreferDan (ao3) - ellisonavenue

Summary: He never planned on keeping the pill a secret from Phil because he never planned on Phil and him living together so comfortably for over 3 years. He'd banked on a year maybe a year and a half before they went their separate ways. He'd only banked on 2 months max before Phil found out what the pills were for. Dan couldn’t believe it was 2015 and Phil didn’t know yet.

Or the one where Dan was born female and refuses to tell anyone.

It's Been Years (Thirteen) (ao3) - BLUEGREYKIM

Summary: It’s been years, Dan thinks. Twelve of them, by now. Thirteen, in October. They’re in their thirteenth year. God, he’s gotten older. Less than ten years to go before he’ll have known Phil for longer than he hasn’t.

It's Like We're Going Under (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: After a very rough year in their relationship, Dan is not sure if he should quit or keep trying to salvage what they had.

Koi No Yokan (ao3) - cold_cereal

Summary: Phil proposes to Dan.

Like You - daddylikeydummy

Summary: Its 2019 and there’s a wedding. Phil’s saying something, but Dan isn’t really listening, his mind’s elsewhere…that “where” being ten years ago, in 2009

Lion Heart (ao3) - Babel_Fish

Summary: Phil and Dan have been in a long term relationship since they met, though only their close friends know for sure. Things are going very well for them professionally and privately. Something comes out of the blue that rips them apart. They have to find each other will they be able to survive the obstacles thrown in their way.

Looking Back - velarisstars

Summary: Dan and Phil, old and gray and in their eighties, still make the most out of life, despite some difficult changes. Told through their present day and very domestic flashbacks, Dan and Phil will be together forever. Phil promised.

love in all its purity - summerohnine

Summary: dan and phil celebrate their ninth anniversary.

love song, remixed (ao3) - frostbitten_cheeks

Summary: They’ve been together for over a decade. Love isn’t the photogenic illusion movies advertise, at this point.

Or: love in its realest form, presented in ten acts.

Meet Me In The Hallway (ao3) - CanDanAndPhilNot (enbycalhoun)

Summary: Dan is seven years old when he meets Phil Lester and friendship comes easy for them. Over the years they meet each other in the hallway despite what life throws at them.

nine years of love - secretlywritingstories

Summary: There are a hundred ways to say I love you and a dozen of word for love. It might not even require words. Actions can speak louder than words, so every little touch, every shared glance, every joyful laugh, every tear shed and every seemingly normal moment.  It should be the most fun you’ve ever had and for two boys it had been exactly that. Nine years of love. Shared struggles and successes. They had shared ten 19th of October in each other’s company with no sight of stopping yet.

Not just any anniversary (ao3) - f1agus

Summary: It’s October 19th, 2019. Dan and Phil’s tenth anniversary.

When Phil announces he has to go up north to visit his dad, Dan most certainly doesn’t expect the day to turn out the way it did.

Or, where Phil surprises Dan for a full day :)

On His Fiftieth Birthday - chocolatesaucelester

Summary: Phil has turned fifty and such a milestone calls for some reflection. 

only angel (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: dan never wanted to admit this would happen to them, and when phil no longer remembers who he is, it takes away a piece of him.

Right Where We Are (ao3) - thatsmistertoyou

Summary: Dan’s feeling lonely between Christmas and New Year’s Eve, so Phil invites him to stay with his family for a few days.

save your eyes (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: phil's eyes have gotten worse over the years and he misses reading. so dan decides to read to phil.

Serendipity (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Dan and Phil are a generic, cute suburban couple when a brief apocalypse decides to happen

Testing the Waters (ao3) - thatsmistertoyou

Summary: Dan joins the Lester clan on their semi-annual vacation to Florida. The phandom takes notice.

the scariest part (is letting go) (ao3) - huphilpuffs

Summary: Dan's journey with sexuality continues long after he meets Phil.

The Sock Thing (ao3) - Ablissa

Summary: "Phil," Dan begins and then falls silent, suddenly unsure how to proceed.

"Why are you giving me my sock?" Phil asks after a pause.

"Because it was on the kitchen counter!"

(Phil leaves his socks everywhere, and it's a bit of a problem.)

Through the Wire (ao3) - breatherepeat

Summary: While on the US tour, Dan receives multiple calls from his grandmother.

No worries. Grandmother is fine. She just has an important question for him to answer.

Set in the same universe as Everything. Don't need to read Everything to enjoy this one though.

Walking on Eggshells (ao3) - thatsmistertoyou

Summary: Dan and Phil feel the pressure and stress of being soon-to-be-published authors, and it puts a strain on their relationship when they consider our side.

Worth the Wait - midnightskydan-archive

Summary: In which Dan wants to wait until marriage, but he’s worried Phil won’t want to wait that long.

you (ao3) - deathlytireddan

Summary: Set in vague points during the year Dan created BIG.

I only want to help you, but sometimes I forget you have to be allowed to help yourself.

[nobodyimportant41]

"The Full-of-cotton legacy challenge"

(Yeah, im terrible for making names)

So, i been trying to make another legacy challenge, but between i'm adapting the decades challenge rules to my country and making an ENTIRE save file for it and that, being honest, i cant think of any decent idea for a legacy, i just became able to create a quite deecent one:

The idea is that each generation is based on each stuffed animal in the sims 4; the ones kids can play with them!

General rules:

No cheats, except that they're for storytelling purposes

Each gen MUST complete ALL of their goals before passing to the next one

Sims can have any pronouns, sexuality, race, etc. But things like clothes,accesories, hair, MUST represent their personality

As a bonus, you can try to apply the stuffed animal colours to the heir

The stuffed animal must be in the house of the heir until they pass away (ofc, they can be sized down/up as a decoration)

Non-heir sims traits can be selected or random

You can play with any lifespan

Gen 1;Bear:

Story:You always loved the idea of living in a cottage listening the sound of the birds while you bake with your future family! So, for making your dreams true, you decided to escape from the city to the calmest place ever!

Traits:

Foodie

Family oriented

Glutton

Goals:

Complete the outdoor entushiast and super parent aspirations

Max the baking and parenting skills

Gain money by selling your bake goods

Have at least five kids

Complete the insects collection

Gen 2;Dino:

Story: You and your family used to go camping quite often; which is probably the reason you adore anything nature-related, you know you're going to discover something very special! Thats why you will try to go to Selvadorada to find something!

Traits:

Slob

Ambicious

Active

Goals:

Complete the Jungler explorer aspiration

Max the Selvadoradian culture and Archeology skills

Work selling what you find

Open a relics shop

Marry a Selvadoradian

Gen 3;Unicorn:

Story: Luckily, you grew up in a household with parents who always told you to follow your dreams, and thats what you're going to do! You always dreamed of being a fantasy writer who writes based on their own experiences as a spellcaster!

Traits:

Childish

Ambicious

Cheerful

Goals:

Complete the master spellcaster and purveyor of potions aspirations

Max the writing skill a become a Virtuoso spellcaster

Max the writer career (author branch)

Complete the magic artefacta collection

When you unlock the option, ONLY write fantasy books

Gen 4;Dragon:

Story:Is someone asked you what you loved the most, the answer will be with no doubt: Adrenaline! You didn't wanted to be all day and night locked in your house studying old books and making potions, thats so voring for you! You rather spend all your time working out, running or dancing and drinking until you pass out! Let's hope no one makes you angry....

Traits:

Active

Dance machine

Hot-heated

Goals:

Complete the party animal and bodybuilder aspirations

Max the dancing and fitness skills

Complete the athetle career (any branch)

Concieve your kid(s) at a party with a random townie

Have a distant relationship dynamic with next heir

Gen 5;Skeleton bear:

Story: You were always...different that the rest..your hobbies were so unusual, that you never had someone that you considered as a friend in your childhood. As a teen, you tried to be "normal", but you realized that wasn't what you wanted, so, as a young adult, you decide to follow your OWN dreams instead of the other's!

Traits:

Socially akward

Squeamish

Creative

Goals:

Complete the crystal crafter aspiration

Max the gemology and medium skills

Work on a part time job (you choose) as a teen but work as paranormal investigator the rest of your life

Marry a ghost

Be in a toxic "friend" group as a teen

Gen 6;Bear-dracula:

Story:You were always connected to the occult world; esppecially to ghost because your parents, but your real passion since you were a kid were vampires and acting; you dreamt of being a nocturn beast while being at movies and winning awards! Yeah...you weren't sure how normal sims were going to react to a vampire star...but why don't give it a try?

Traits:

Self centred

Erratic

Outgoing

Goals:

Complete the Master vampire and friendly vampire aspirations

Max the acting skill and become a master vampire

Max the acting career

Have a scandalous divorce

Convert at least 3 sims

Gen 7;Cat:

Story:Being the kid of a celebrity, saying that you had many problems growing up would be a lie;which you love! You quickly realized that people were suddenly much more nice when you invented a tragic backstory...and since you are a fast learner...you realized what was a easy way to become rich, so that you can afford lots of cat toys!

Traits:

Cat lover

Kleptomaniac

Evil

Goals:

Complete the fabulously wealthy and public enemy aspirations

Max the mischief and logic skills

Max the criminal career (any branch)

Have at least 3 cats

Have a bad relationship with next heir

Gen 8;Dog:

Story:You're a firm believer that you choose your REAL family;and your biological parent is NOT one of them, you know they are not good people and criminals like them must be punished, thats why you want to be a detective in the first place! You will be such a great one, that your love for dogs will never surpass it!...right?..

Traits:

Active

Loyal

Dog lover

Goals:

Complete the friend of the animals aspiration

Max the fitness, logic and training skills

Max the detective career, leave it after your midlife crisis

After leaving your job, open a vet clinic (must reach 5 stars)

Have at least 3 dogs, teach ALL of them all of the tricks

Marry someone in the gardener career

Gen 9;Easter Bunny:

Story: You're the perfect mix of your parents: you love plants and you love people!...but in a more...physical way...as an adult, there are only two things you love the most: gardening and woohooing!

Traits:

Loves the outdoors

Lovebug

Non-commital

Goals:

Complete the romantic explorer and freelance botanist aspirations

Max the romance, gardening and floral arrangement skills

Max the botanist and romance consultor (any branch for both)

Each partner must caught you cheating

Have twins (you can cheat this) with the flower bunny

Gen 10; sasquatch:

Story: Your twin loved everything and everyone loved her back! Well, except you...you HATE them! As soon as you're able to, you decide to escape to wherever you could go. You didn't have anything, so it was pretty hard but...who cares? You're now a werewolf!

Traits:

Slob

Active

Evil

Goals:

Complete the dorman wolf and angling ace aspiration

Max the fishing, cooking and mischief skills

Start on an empty lot without any job

Become the leader of a wolfpack

Become enemies with at least 3 sims (one has to be your twin)

[lightadarttomendyourheart]

and just like that, 9 days left until i see you. and 4.5 days until i leave. i'm glad i decided to visit edmonton this weekend cause it made time go by so much faster without counting the days. tbf even last week went by so fast. and this week is only 4 days. it's gonna go by super fast and before i know it it'll be friday and i'll be finishing all my chores and cleaning and going to sleep before flying the next day.

i just can't wait to be in europe again. i swear a piece of my heart has always been there. ever since i was little i wanted to visit more places in europe. going to france when i was 15 and then london finally when i was 17. it was such a dream come true. and then living there for 3 years for uni. i just love it so much. but it's hard. once you live somewhere abroad, it's like some of your heart is always there and never truly happy anywhere you live, honestly. if i moved back to europe there would be loads of things i would miss about canada. i guess it's just wherever you're happiest. or wherever makes the most sense while making you happy. ever since i moved to calgary my life has been everything i've ever dreamt of. so if i only visit europe a few times a year for now, i'm ok with that. for now. but i know obviously inevitably one of us will have to move. and i wouldn't hate it if it had to be me, honestly. i'd figure it out. i always have. i've lived in 5 cities now, all over the world. but its funny ever since i got back from uni i've only lived somewhere a max of 3.5 years and then i've moved again. lived in warsaw 3 years, 9 months in there lived in london, then moved back to edmonton. lasted not even 2 years there and moved to vancouver. lived there over 3 years and was like bye and moved to calgary. now i've been in calgary for 6 months and i wouldn't be surprised if i lived somewhere else in 2 years, but not because i want to necessarily leave, but because of you, of course. which is fine. obviously living here has been such a blessing. i'm close to almost all my closest friends, i'm closer to family, living is cheap, and i have a job that's going to shape my career.

so we shall see. i know i should really just enjoy my time here while i can because who knows where i'll be living in 3 years. but i do know this is the first place i've moved to that i've felt absolutely, completely at home. and i owe that all to my friends. so if brandon decided to move here first, i would really love that. but i don't think he'd be happy here tbh... but who knows. who knows what the future holds. dammit, i need to live more in the moment and stop worrying and thinking about the future so much lol seriously it's my crutch. but that's a lot of what i do when i'm alone. and i'm a planner by nature.

anyways. 4.5 days until the manti are in AMS XXX and we're doing what we do best. fucking living it up and having a fun time and exploring and doing our thing. i need a vacation so bad. i need mantis time. asap.

[kingofjohto]

Pairing: Will Byers X M!reader

Description: Today was finally the day that you and Will went on your date. You went to the arcade and got to be the first person, technically second since Will tries first, and then went to the movies.

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: I have to make a part 3 about the interaction between Mike/Will/ and Y/n but PLEASE READ PART ONE HERE IF YOU HAVENT YET:

PART ONE!!!

Note: Y/F/S= Your favorite Snack.

You Make Me Feel Like A Kid In A Candy Shop.

It was finally time. You could barely sleep the night before, you were too excited, too nervous. You had dreamt of this day for years, and finally it was here. You decided to go for a more colorful outfit than you usually went for. You waited on the edge of the driveway, waiting for your friend Eddie to pick you up to drive you to your date.

You looked down at your outfit. It was a pair of Khaki shorts with your Hellfire Club T-shirt covered by a colorful windbreaker.

“Is that your hellfire shirt?” You heard.

You looked up to see Eddie in his car, leaning into the passenger seat so you could see him.

“Yeah well… we’re doing another campaign later aren't we?” You said as you got in.

“Sure, yeah, but I thought it was date time for you?” He said as he started the car and pulled off.

“I know. I was just kinda hoping… maybe Will could actually come with us.” You sighed.

“I thought he didn’t want to be in Hellfire?” Eddie said.

“Well… yeah. He was pretty upset when he found out about it, but I think he’d be happy to come along with me.” You said.

“Why didn’t he want to join in the first place?” Eddie asked.

“Well… he was really upset when he found out that all of his friends who basically refused to play D&D with him for an entire summer joined a club for it the SECOND he left. And I don’t blame him for it. I remember him telling me about a fight him and Mike had and it sounded pretty bad.” You explained.

“And how are you gonna convince him to join?” Eddie asked.

“Well… maybe if his boyfriend was able to convince him, he’d join.” You said, a twinge of hope in your voice.

“Ooooh~ looking a bit into the future are you?” Eddie sang.

“Maybe, but what’s it to you?” You said with a little snark in your voice.

“Just lookin out.” He said.

You slowly pulled up at the arcade. You quickly scanned around to see if Will had made it there yet, and there he was. He was standing near the door, seeming a bit awkward but still excited. He was wearing cuffed jean shorts and a red polo shirt with white stripes.

“Well, don’t just sit there!” Eddie said.

“Right.” you nodded

You quickly hopped out of Eddie’s Van and began to walk up to Will.

“Oh, hey Y/n!” Will greeted you as you walked up to him.

“Hey Will! Ready to get your ass handed to you in some Dig Dug?” you said as you walked up.

“C’mon, we both already know you’re the best person at Dig Dug in all of Hawkins. I mean you beat both Max AND Dustin’s high scores. How about we try something… new.” Will suggested.

“What do you mean?” You said, curiosity piqued.

“Apparently they got a new game recently. It’s called Gladiator.” Will said as he grabbed your hand and led you into the Arcade.

You felt yourself get a bit flustered at the sudden contact but soon felt the excitement from a new adventure on the horizon as the two of you walked up to the pristine condition arcade cabinet. You could feel the overwhelming urge to just…

“Perfectly rounded glass. The joystick has absolutely no give, it’s basically unused. There are barely any fingerprints on it either.” You began rambling.

You took your index and middle finger and wiped the top and side and looked down at your finger.

“No traceable dust… this thing is brand new, like BRAND new brand new. I can't believe this thing just happened to end up in Hawkins. And the buttons, oh the buttons.” You said, leaning down and tapping the buttons, “they still click.”

You quickly realized, you had gone on another tangent.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to go on and on like that.” You said, a bit embarrassed.

When you looked at Will, his face was a bit red.

“It’s alright. I think it’s really cute when you get super passionate about these things.” Will said.

“Well let’s give it a go shall we?” You said, trying to hide your smile from what he said.

—outside the arcade—

Eddie waited until Y/n and Will entered the building. Eddie chuckled a bit at the fact that Will had grabbed Y/n’s hand. Eddie drove around the back to meet his partner in crime.

“Hey there bigger Byers.” He said, leaning out of his van.

“Hey Eddie.” Johnathan said, getting out of his car.

“So? You ready for this stake out?” Eddie said enthusiastically.

“It’s not a stake out. I just don’t want either of them getting attacked.” Johnathan said.

“You don’t think they can handle themselves?” Eddie asked.

“No, I just don’t want it to come down to that. I know Will, and he's not really much of a fighter.” Johnathan said.

“Yeah well I know Y/n. He’s got one hell of a right hook. That, and he’s got one hell of a crush on your brother. I’m sure he’d be able to handle anything that happens.” Eddie said.

“Could he really handle a fight if it came down to him and multiple people though?” Johnathan asked, pensively.

“Tsk tsk, oh Johnny boy. You weren’t there when Y/n fought off Jason and all his little goons with me. That kid can fight, like hell.” Eddie explained.

“Right, c’mon. Let’s just get on with it.” Johnathan said.

—Back in the Arcade—

An entire group of people had surrounded the arcade cabinet, watching you go absolutely crazy. You were down to your last life, and you were finally at the final boss. With the two lives you lost on this fight, you had already basically memorized the attack patterns of the strange boss in the golden armor.

“C’mon Y/n, you got this.” Will said.

You nodded in response. You had already knocked off his chest plate, it was just a matter of getting that final strike through the heart. You moved your shield up and down wildly and tried your best to find an opening. After what seemed like forever, if only for a second you saw it. An opening. You quickly hit the joystick and struck the boss through the chest.

“Yes!” You cheered.

“You did it!!” Will shouted.

The two of you hugged and jumped around like children on a sugar high. That was until you turned over and looked at the screen and watched as the body of the final boss rose from the ground as a skeleton with a golden sword. You quickly ended your embrace and tried your best to get to the joystick as fast as you could but it was too late.

“Game over.” You sighed.

“Sorry, it’s my fault. We celebrated too early.” Will said.

“It’s not your fault, so don’t worry. I couldn’t have even gotten that far without your support.” You said, reassuring Will, “Anyways, we should probably start heading to the movies.”

“You’re right, if we walk we could make it there in 20 minutes.” Will said.

“Alright then, let’s go.” You said.

This time, you reached your hand out to Will and he grabbed it. You led him out of the Arcade and the two of you began to walk to the local theater.

—Behind the Arcade—

“They’re on the move, Byers.” Eddie said, snapping to get Johnathans attention.

“Right, right, I got it.” Johnathan said.

He turned his car and and slowly pulled off, taking a longer way to the Hawkins cinema and waiting in the same Alleyway where Johnathan and Steve fought a few years back.

—halfway from the arcade to the theater—

Will went to the back of the convenience store to get drinks while you picked out snacks from the front. You got two packs of Reese's Pieces for Will and two packs of y/f/s for yourself. You met up with Will at the cash register to meet with a face you hadn’t seen since a year or two ago.

“Keith? I didn’t know you worked here.” You said as you placed the snacks on the counter.

“Yeah well. After Robin and that prick Steve Harrington worked me out of a job, this was the only place I could think to go.” He said.

“Oh…” you said awkwardly.

You looked to Will for some sort of out but he looked just as uncomfortable as you did.

“That’ll be $10.50.” Keith said.

“Right, here you go.” You said, handing Keith the 20.

He handed you your change and you both walked out.

“What was that all about?” Will asked.

You shrugged your shoulders as you sipped the slurpee Will had grabbed from the back.

“Is this Cherry?” You asked.

“Yeah. It’s kinda like a family thing. My mom and Hopper always get Cherry Slurpees when it’s hot out. Something about some guy named Alexei, I don’t know.” Will explained.

“Well, either way, we’re almost there. Let’s try and pick up the pace.” You said.

The two of you walked all the way to the theater, and quickly bought some popcorn and got to your seats. You only had enough left for one big bucket of popcorn, but it was a date, so Will was more than happy to share with you. You both sat in the middle of the mostly empty theater. Most people just went down town for movies now, but not you and Will. You both loved the feel of vintage old time movie theaters.

—at the back of the theater—

Johnathan and Eddie sat at opposite ends of the theater, to make sure they had both entrances covered. They both had a very sharp eye out to make sure that nobody could make a move on y/n or Will. Neither really cared for the genre of comedy, so it was much easier for the two of them to keep watch.

—back to y/n and Will—

About halfway through the movie, you felt something on top of your hand. Maybe Will was done with the popcorn and wanted you to hold it. But when you looked over, it wasn’t a bucket of popcorn you saw, but it was Will’s free hand. That’s when it hit you. You quickly looked back at the screen. You could feel your heartbeat race and your breathing grow more sporadic.

“Y/n, you ok?” You heard Will whisper.

“I’m…”

Other than the panic of being on a date with someone you had had a crush on since you met him, you were better than you’d ever been. You quickly flipped your hand over so you could hold Will's hand.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” You said.

He nodded, and you went back to watching the movie. As the movie ended, you finally let go of each other's hands.

“That was actually a really good movie.” You said.

“Yeah, it was pretty good.” Will said.

You both stood there in a bit of awkward silence. You looked at him, and he was looking at you. You instinctively let out a smile and he smiled back.

“Hey um… do you want to come to our campaign tonight? If you’re free of course.” You quickly blurted out.

“Oh, um. Well I’d like to come but, well I don’t know, I feel like it would be a bit awkward. With me and Mike having that fight and all.” Will said.

“Well, I’d be there with you. The whole time.” You said.

There was a moment's pause, but soon Will came up with a response.

“Okay, I’ll go, if you tell me what’s going on with you.” He said.

“Huh?”

You were a bit confused at what he said, maybe you said something, or did something wrong? In what was only a few seconds your mind was moving too fast to keep up with.

“It’s just… during the movie. When we… ya know. It felt like maybe you didn’t feel the same.” Will said.

“No!!” You quickly shouted, but quickly composed yourself, “it’s not that I don’t feel the same. I do, but… it’s like… when I’m around you I feel like a kid in a candy shop or something. I get all flustered and I feel so… happy. So happy I can’t even function. Sorry that sounded stupid.” You quickly blurted out.

Will paused for a moment, his face going a bright hue of red. He quickly looked around, there was basically no one left inside the theater. He quickly leaned in and gave you a quick peck.

“You make me feel the same way. So, yes. I’ll go with you to your campaign.” He said.

You’ve been flustered before, but never like this. It was like your brain stopped working. Will sat with you until 10 minutes later Johnathan and Eddie both pulled up at the same time.

“Hey kiddo’s, how was your movie?” Eddie asked, leaning out of the window of his van.

You were still way too flustered to even respond.

“It was… pretty good.” Will said.

“You ready to head home?” Johnathan said, leaning out of his window.

Will explained to Johnathan about how he was going to do a DND campaign with the hellfire club, so Johnathan left and both you and Will got into Eddie’s Van.

“Well kid, If you’re coming to one of my campaigns, you’d better be pretty high level.” Eddie said.

You looked back at Will, who seemed to be happy.

“Yeah, I’ve been playing for years now.” Will said.

He looked at you, and smiled. You smiled back and turned back around. Things were really shaping up for the future.

[cosmic-suicide]

TS3 Not So Berry: Totally Professional

Please Read! Thank You <3 

I decided I wanted to make a version of the NSB Challenge, focusing on the different professions in TS3. I was inspired by the TS4/TS3 challenges created by @lilsimsie​ and @alwaysimming​. I have been working on this for the past few weeks, so I hope you enjoy it.  Some basic rules; -Each heir represents the color of the generation (ex: hair, clothes, house/objects, etc.)  -Money cheats not allowed (unless NEEDED) -Live wherever you want :) 

If you ever play this challenge, tag me or use #nsbtotallyprofessional <3

Onto the challenge itself!

Generation 1: Teal

You’re a family-oriented, social butterfly with a love for kids. You’re kind of a kid-whisperer. Your excitement to work and nurture all the kids that come through your daycare is what makes their parents love you (totally not because you’re taking care of their kids all-day). You’ve always dreamt of having a big family of your own. You also have a love for bowling and cooking.  

Traits: Nurturing | Family-Oriented | Workaholic | Excitable | Social-Butterfly Lifetime Wish: Surrounded by Family Profession: Daycare Profession

Goals: -Complete Daycare Profession -Complete Lifetime Wish -Master Cooking Skill, and learn 5 recipes (of your choosing) -Marry someone you met through work (a kid’s parent) -Adopt at least one kid  -Go bowling every week with your family -Have great relationships with ALL of your kids

Generation 2: Navy Blue

Being around a huge family made you feel trapped, so you secluded yourself as fast as you can. You love your family, but people can be a bit much for you. This made you draw your attention to the sea, and the creatures in it with how serine and isolated it can be. Anything sea related you wanted to do and learn! So, you took up a job as a Lifeguard. Fishing, scuba-diving, sailing- these are all the things you wanted! Plus, you’ve always wanted your own private aquarium. 

Traits: Loner | Loves The Outdoors | Angler | Loves to Swim | Shy Lifetime Wish: Presenting the Perfect Private Aquarium Profession: Lifeguard 

Goals:  -Complete Lifeguard Profession -Complete Lifetime Wish -Master Fishing Skill -Master Athletic Skill -Only date, never marry  -Have one child as an adult  -Go scuba diving on your free time

Generation 3: Hot Pink

Your eye for design made you realize how good you would be as an architect. You might have a steady work life but in your personal life, you’re the life of the party. You’re basically friends with half the townspeople- almost everywhere you go, you’re recognized! This helps when you update your socials every ten minutes!

Traits: Party Animal | Perfectionist | Born Salesperson | Artistic | Commitment Issues Lifetime Wish: Home Design Hotshot  Profession: Architectural Designer

Goals:  -Complete Architect Profession  -Complete Lifetime Wish -Master Painting Skill -Master Social Networking Skill -Have 5 relationships, before getting married -Have a set of twins (no other kids | cheats allowed)

Generation 4: Lilac 

Ambitious, spontaneous, and crazy is how your parents would describe you. But your friends think you’re the same as your ‘chill’ twin. Being constantly compared to your twin made you wish you were an only child. Obviously you can’t do that, so the next best thing is to become a famous singer! ….I guess. This fame HAD to give you the upper hand! 

Traits: Insane | Ambitious | Natural Born Performer | Virtuoso | Diva Lifetime Wish: Vocal Legend  Profession: Singer 

Goals: -Complete Singer Profession -Complete Lifetime Wish -Master Charisma skill -Master Guitar skill  -Reach level 5 of Writing skill  -Max out fame   -Live with your twin, but have a bad relationship with them (move them out when you have your first child)

Generation 5: Coral

Being around different makeup artists and designers from your parent’s concerts, made you have a deep appreciation for their skills. You admired them so much you wanted to be just like them! Watching your parent in different costumes on stage made you love the art of design. You also love music itself, but what you love doing most is refining your bass skills. Why you chose that instrument, I don’t know. Unlike your parents, you go out of your way to spend more time with your family. You love holding family gatherings and hosting dinner parties.  

Traits: Friendly | Ambitious | Family-Oriented | Artistic | Easily Impressed   Lifetime Wish: Fashion Phenomenon Profession: Stylist 

Goals: -Complete Stylist Profession  -Complete Lifetime Wish -Master Painting Skill -Master Bass skill -Have triplets (cheats allowed), you may have more kids besides the triplets       *One of them will be your heir        *Give one child the ‘brave’ trait, and the other two the ‘coward’ trait -Have a dinner party every other Sunday  -Have a great relationship with ALL your kids 

Generation 6: Maroon 

You’ve always wanted to be a firefighter. You’ve dreamt of being able to help the lives of those around you, but you’re also a nerd in disguise. You love playing video games and reading comics- but that never gets in your way of what you love- your job does get in the way of finding love though. Doesn’t help that you’re unflirty.  

Traits: Brave | Handy | Unflirty | Dog Person | Hot-Headed  Lifetime Wish: Firefighter Super Hero Profession: Firefighter 

Goals: -Complete Firefighter Profession  -Complete Lifetime Wish -Master Handiness Skill -Master Athletic Skill -Have 3 failed relationships before getting married -Have 2 dogs, and be very close with them -Marry and have kids when you’re an adult -Have a comic book collection (3, or more) -Play video games frequently

Generation 7: Tan 

You wanted things to be solved, with a clear-cut explication. You wanted a reason for everything. That’s why you joined the force. But this wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do the work yourself, so you quit your job and become an Investigator. Why couldn’t they find this guy? Why wasn’t he tried? Did he pay the guy off? YOU WANTED ANSWERS DAMN IT! All these thoughts flowing in and out of your head, night and day, made it hard to sleep at times. Did I mention you write murder mystery books?

Traits: Light-Sleeper | Unstable | Perceptive | Genius | Charismatic Lifetime Wish: Pervasive Private Eye Profession: Law Enforcement | Investigator  

Goals: -Reach level 5 of Law Enforcement Career -Complete Investigator Profession -Complete Lifetime Wish -Master Logic Skill -Master Writing Skill -Reach level 5 of Photography Skill -Write 3 books minimum -Kill bugs with your magnifying glass -Marry someone in the Law Enforcement Career

Generation 8: Indigo

 Listening to your parents talk about the different cases made you stressed out, so you turn to the world of magic to escape. You adored the ‘science’ behind this magical art form, and you’ve always strived to know every trick in the book, and learn the daring stunts, but it never really works out the way you want it because of how clumsy you are- but that never stopped you. 

Traits: Ambitious | Clumsy | Daredevil | Frugal | Easily Impressed  Lifetime Wish: Master Magician  Profession: Magician 

Goals: -Complete Magician Profession  -Complete Lifetime Wish -Reach level 5 of a skill of your choosing -Marry your first love, then get divorced after having a child -Get remarried to a sim with the clumsy trait, and have 2 more kids and have one of those kids be the next heir

Generation 9: White

Having two clumsy parents made you the genetic example of two wrongs equal a right- so you have impeccable balance. You took advantage of this and became an excellent dancer as a kid, up until high school. As time went on you realized that your real genetic fortune came in the form of great flexibility- so you decided on becoming an acrobat! You’re smart and know what you’re doing, but not when it comes to love. Interacting with people in general is one of your greatest weaknesses. 

Traits: Socially Awkward | Genius | Natural Born Performer | Athletic | Unflirty Lifetime Wish: Master Acrobat  Profession: Acrobat 

Goals: -Complete Acrobat Profession  -Complete Lifetime Wish -Master Athletic Skill -Master walking skill as a toddler -Enroll in ballet club as a kid and teen -Try to date as a teen, but fail -Have a kid(s?) by accident  -Never marry 

Generation 10: Black 

You love anything supernatural. The books, the TV shows, the merch, the community, the list goes on! You know that there are spirits and ghosts all around us, maybe even a wolf or two... So you go on the hunt to find them. You do anything and everything to get a glimpse of a ghost. You craft and drink the elixirs, you catch the bugs, and hunt for gems- you even become a ghost hunter! 

Traits: Supernatural Fan | Adventurous | Night Owl | Gatherer | Slob Lifetime Wish: Paranormal Profiteer  Profession: Ghost Hunter 

Goals: -Complete Ghost Hunter Profession  -Complete Lifetime Wish -Master Logic Skill -Master Alchemy Skill -Date a Supernatural Skeptic all through high school, then get engaged the day after you graduate   -Break off your engagement -Marry a supernatural sim (wolf, fairy, genie, etc.) -Live near the cemetery -Collect different bugs and gems -Turn into the Sad Clown at least once

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AHHH THANK YOU FOR MAKING IT THIS FAR! IM SO PROUD OF YOU- LOOK AT YOU GO! No but for srs, thank you sm for playing :)) I really hope you enjoyed it :))) Keep in mind that this is still being worked on, so please let me know if I need to change anything. THANK YOU!!!

[awindylife-writes]

Voyage of the Damned Part 3

Relationships: the Doctor x reader, Astrid x reader (platonic), Astrid x Doctor (platonic)

Summary: Voyage of the Damned rewrite. The Doctor and you find yourselves on the Titanic, space edition. You meet Astrid and get ready for a wonderful day, but then a meteor shower hits the ship and it starts falling towards Earth.

Author's notes: There was a number of things l didn't like about this Christmas special so again, l rewrote it.

Warnings: a ship crashes, multiple mentions of dearth bc a lot of people die, Astrid dies

"It's for the Doctor!" Astrid yelled at Midshipman Frame over the comms. She needed to teleport NOW. "Y/n and him are down on deck thirty-one, alone, against all the Host and Gods know what else and they're doing it for us!" Silence on the other end. "It's time we did something for them," she ended her speech with a finallity.

A moment passed and she feared she'd failed.

But then, "Giving you power," came through the comms.

~

"Only one person could have the power and the money to hide themselves on board like that. And l should know, 'cause..." the Doctor trailed off. You stared at the strange compartment you had found on deck thirty-one.

"My name is Max," a voice finished for him. A strange machine with a head in it came through the smoke.

"Who the hell are you?" it demaned.

"I'm y/n, and this is the Doctor," you pointed at your friend with false cheerfulness, "Hello!" you wiggled your fingers in greeting.

~

"You wreck the ship and the board find their shares halved in value." The Doctor was spelling out Capricorn's plan.

"But that's not enough," you interjected. From what you've learned about them, mad billionares who were losing all their money didn't do things half-way.

"Oh yes,"  the Doctor went on. "'Cause if a Max Capricorn ship hits the Earth, it destroys an entire planet. Outrage back home!" he growled. "Scandal! The buisness is wiped out!"

The billionare's head nodded. "And? The whole board is thrown in jail, for mass murder!" His eyes shone with revenge.

"While you sit here, safe in the- what's it called?" you turned to the Doctor.

"Impact camber," he filled in.

"I have men," Capricorn gloated now, "waiting to retreave me from the ruins. And enough off-world accounts to retire me to the beaches of Enhaxico Two where the ladies, so l'm told, are very fond of... metal."

You were going to puke.

"So that's the plan," the Doctor growled in rage. "A retirement plan. Two thousand people on this ship, six billion underneath us, all of them slaughtered and why? Because Max Capricorn is a loser."

"I never lose," the billionare's head scowled in threat and your voice immediately rang out, mocking, "You can't even sink the Titanic!"

"Oh but l can, pretty girl!" he laughed. "I can cancel the engines, from here!" Red lights and alarms were suddenly flaring everywhere before you could spit in his face.

The Doctor yelled behind you, "You can't do this!"

"Host, hold them!" Caprocorn ordered in turn and began the Gloat 2.0. "Not so clever now, are you? Shame we couldn't work together, you two are rather good. All that banter and yet not a word wasted." The head sighed. "Time for me to... retire."

Ugh, you thought as you furiously tried to get free. That pun alone would be enough to kill a buisness.

"The Titanic is falling, the sky will burn, let the Christmas inferno commence!" Capricorn yelled in victory and called his minions. "Kill them!"

The robots brought up their halos and went for the Doctor's neck.

"NO!" You fought with everything you had but you were late, you'd be too late!

"MISTER CAPRICORN!" a voice you knew cut through your fear.

And it ignited terror. It was Astrid, sitting in a forklift. "I resign," she told the head and drove forward, ful throttle.

"NO!" the Doctor and you screamed, "ASTRID STOP!" "ASTRID DON'T!"

She didn't listen and rammed into the life support system, but its engine was too strong. They were equal and couldn't move each other.

You bit, kicked and screamed, anything to get free.

But then she caught your eyes with hers and everything stopped. There was an eternity in her face. She looked at the Doctor too but you still stared at her.

Then she turned away and stepped on it. The life support lifted and she drove on.

There was no sound. The world was mute as you watched Astrid go over.

You were suddenly at the edge, looking at her disappear into the fire. Someone was screaming. Someone was screaming and you wanted to calm them, help them.

Then you realized it was your own voice.

The world came back into focus. The ship was falling apart and the Doctor was silent at your side. He was staring at the spot where Astrid had disappeared. His face was pale and his eyes blank. You laid your tears aside and took his hand.

"We need to go," you told him, your voice wet with tears. He didn't move.

"Doctor, we need to go,"  you told him again calmly. You thought that was why he looked at you suddenly, and then stood up.

He rewired a Host with lightning speed. It took you each under one arm and off you went.

When you broke through the ceiling of the bridge, you were still in one piece. Arms you had used to shield your head were a bit bloody and you were sure there were at least two splinters in them. You don't look the gift horse in the mouth, even though you would prefer a different Christmas miracle.

"What's your first name?" the Doctor asked the injured Midshipman Frame.

He answered in confusion, "Alonzo."

"You're kidding," the Doctor breathed as a shocked smile spread on his face. You didn't know. You just didn't know anymore. You were drowing in the emptiness inside you but his name was Alonzo.

"Allons-y, Alonzo!" the Doctor yelled and you held on tight. You didn't scream. You didn't even open your mouth. There was nothing anymore.

The Doctor whoohooed when he managed to right the course of the ship and you were just there. Were you there? Astrid wasn't. And that was what mattered in the end.

~

"TELEPORT!" the Doctor yelled and it didn't matter. "Y/N, SHE WAS WEARING A TELEPORT BRACELET!!!"

That woke you up. You ran faster than ever before, to the main deck where the teleport was.

"Brixton, sonic," the Doctor demanded from the billionare and caught it as it was thrown. "Mister Copper, the teleports, have they got an emergency setting??"

"I don't know, they should have?"

"She fell, Mister Copper, she fell!" the Doctor told him while pulling apart the machine like a madman. "What's the emergency code?"

The billionare interjected, "What the hell are you doing?"

"We can bring her back!" you yelled with everything in you.

The historian explained, "If a passenger has an accident on shore leave, their molecules are automatically suspended so they're in stasis, so if you just trigger the shift..."

"THERE!!!" the Doctor screamed and flicked the switch.

And there was your Astrid.

"Falling..." You could hear her voice!

"Only halfway there, come on!" The Doctor wasn't finished with the teleporter.

"I keep falling!" She was scared. Your friend was scared and you wanted nothing but to calm her. You carefully walked up to her and took hold of her hand. It felt like holding warm smoke.

There were tears on your cheeks already, again.

"If l can find the molecule grid, boost the restoration matrix and-" The computer snapped and threw sparks. "NO-NO-NO-NO-NO!!" the Doctor screamed in desparation, "need more phase containment-"

You sobbed, but you knew what was coming. You just looked at your Astrid Pith, into her crystal blue eyes and sushed her. "Hey, hey Astrid, it's alright. It's me, it's y/n, remember? You're alright. l've got you," you promised with a voice as soft as sunlight.

She didn't look as scared as before. Then, so slowly you thought you were imagining it, she looked at you.

"Let her go," you could hear the historian and you sobbed again.

But then Astrid's voice cut through. "Stop me falling?" she asked and you nodded. You found her gaze with yours and promised her, "Anything."

"She's just atoms," you heard Mister Copper from behind you. "An echo with a ghost of consciousness."

"She's stardust," you concluded as your voice broke. "You hear that Astrid?" you asked, still looking into her blue eyes."You're stardust."

She didn't seem to hear, so you did the only thing you could think of.

"There's an old tradition," you told her and softly kissed her cheek. Then you kissed the other, and then her forehead.

"You dreamt of traveling," the Doctor came to stand beside you. You were still sobbing when you pulled away from her and you didn't try to stop. There was no one there you needed to save face for.

"Now you can travel forever," you told her. You knew what the Doctor would do, and your eyes didn't leave hers for a moment.

You heard him soothe her, "You're not falling Astrid."

"You're flying," you both said in one voice.

You watched as she floated away, through the window into the universe.

Then you turned to the Doctor and buried your face in his chest as you both cried.

~

"I transferred all my shares to Max Capricorn's rivals. It's made me rich," the billionare Brixton admitted, disbelieving.

You were empty, and you were tired. That was the only reason why you didn't tear this man limb from limb. Astrid was dead.

"Mister Copper," the Doctor's voice woke you up. "I think, you deserve one of these."

You turned around and saw him holding a teleport bracelet out to the historian. Then, after the latter took it, he slipped one on your wrist. He took your hand and suddenly you were standing in the snow.

~

"But l can have a house, and a garden and-" You couldn't help but smile a little. At least Mister Copper would be alright.

The Doctor yelled after him, "Where are you going?"

"I have no idea!" the man replied in joy.

"Well, we don't either," your alien smiled gently at you and you tried to smile back, you really did. He looked at you, his brown eyes full of sorrow, and pulled you to him. You held onto him tightly as he hugged you.

"But! Y/N!" the historian yelled and you turned in his direction.

"I won't forget her," he promised you. You were tired, so so tired, so you just nodded. "Thank you," you told Mister Copper for her. "We won't either."

"We won't," the Doctor assured you softly, just to be sure.

Then he opened the TARDIS door and stepped into your home after you. You walked up the way and then stood in front of the controls, lost.

The Doctor walked up behind you and decided he would do anything, anything to keep away the blank look in your eyes. He turned to you and pulled you to him again. You let him, your movements sluggish and dazed.

"I've got you," he assured you. "I've got you, y/n. You aren't alone, and you aren't lost. You've got me." And that was enough. You sobbed into his chest, you didn't know for which time today.

But this was different. This was yours, and you clung to the Doctor as everything in you came to the surface.

His tears joined yours. He'd lost Astrid too, and he hated seeing you in pain. He slowly brought both of you down to kneel when you were too tired to stand.

And that was it. That was what you needed and that was what you had. You would be alright. In time, you would be alright.

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Fancy Paper Napkins

because doesn’t everybody eat their fancy meals with fancy paper napkins ...

Our Moments: Chapter 1: Five Words (post-Leonard Betts) Chapter 2: Sidebar Nonsense (post-Memento Mori) Chapter 3: Interim (floating somewhere around Unrequited) Chapter 4: Max 2.0 (post-Tempus Fugit/Max) Chapter 5: Shadowed Grey Eyes Chapter 6: The Warmest Thing I Own Chapter 7: Fancy Paper Napkins @today-in-fic

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He actually slept, his mind calm, until he heard her whispering in his ear, “what are you cooking and when will it be ready?”

Opening his eyes, he saw hers staring at him, awake and bright, “what?”

“I’m hungry and I saw the crockpot plugged in.”

He broke into a grin, more from her proximity than anything else and forcing himself not to look at her mouth, not to think of that kiss, “mushrooms. Garlicy, buttery mushrooms that have been slow cooking in the crockpot,” looking over her head at the clock, “for four hours.” Sitting up quickly, “shit. I have to go stir them.”

Rolling off the bed, he disappeared down the hall, Scully close behind, “they won’t burn.”

“I’ll feel better when I see for myself.” Finally in the kitchen, he opened the crockpot, stirred with the big spoon, and glad to see the mushrooms soft and unburned, offered Scully a taste. Refusing with an, ‘I’d like to wait for dinner,’ he nodded towards the fridge, “go grab the steak, would you?”

They ate like civilized people, at the kitchen table, forks, knives, fancy paper napkins …

… “I refuse to use cloth ones because they’re too damn hard to clean.”

… “Did I say anything?”

… “No.”

… “Then why are you arguing at me?”

and a bottle of not-so-cheap wine Mulder found in his travels through Scully’s cupboards.

“I shouldn’t drink this.”

“Will it lower your inhibitions? Will you sweep off the coffee table and dance on it if I wave a bunch of ones at you? Will you tell me all your secrets?”

She couldn’t keep her hand from shaking as she poured them both glasses, “mostly I’m thinking that it’ll make me fall asleep even early that I probably would have already.”

Ignoring the tremor, “as long as you stay awake enough for ice cream.”

“I will do my best.”

She made it through half the steak, a bowl of mushroom, and three spoons of mashed potatoes, before finally giving in, trading her plate for Mulder’s empty, who continued to eat without pause. Watching him, she had to smile, “thank you.”

“For finishing your food? No problem.”

Not able to articulate at that particular moment that she was actually thanking him for a thousand things at once, she simply agreed, wondering if he’d figure it out on his own, “yeah, I wouldn’t want it to go to waste.”

Giving her a grin, he finished her food, then stood, “give me ten minutes to do dishes and put everything away, then we’ll argue about movies.”

“Let me load the dishwasher, at least. You won’t do it right and I’ll just have to redo it when you’re not looking.” Standing as well, she bumped hips with him as she walked past, “save me the trouble.”

Twisting up his leg, he hit her on the butt with his stocking foot, “smartass.”

They finally settled on several movies but still sitting on the couch, facing a blank TV and a window with a sunset just beginning to tint the room pink, Mulder gently poked her in the side, “how’re you doing?”

Feeling the urge to move, to take advantage of feeling okay for the moment, “I think I’d like to go for a walk.”

Up immediately, he leaned in, kissing the tip of her nose, “any destination in mind?”

“Just … around.”

“Around it is.”

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Warm enough to wander without jackets, they headed out her front door and turned left, bare arm brushing bare arm as they walked. They didn’t say much, commenting on scurrying squirrels here, a cute cat in the window there, Mulder catching a waywardly stumbling child tripping past, “geez, if I had known we were going to be experiencing a Norman Rockwell painting, I would have combed my hair and put on a clean shirt.”

Her laughter hit his ears like his favorite song and reaching over, he took her hand, never asking, never letting go as they circled and turned, ambled and veered. She didn’t argue, her thin, cool fingers enjoying his warmth.

But even on her best days lately, she gave in quicker than she’d have liked, 45 being the magic number of minutes she lasted until, “I think I’m ready for some ice cream.”

Giving her hand a squeeze, “ice cream it is. What kind should we start with?”

Discussion ensued and by the time they were in their pajamas, they’d settled on dark fudge and peanut butter swirl to begin with. Two spoons dove in, two spoons sampled, occasionally Scully would pull her loaded spoon out and looking at Mulder, found his mouth wide open, waiting expectantly.

And by God, she fed him.

The first time felt a little weird but by the third time he did it, she was laughing, “can you not feed yourself fast enough?”

“Nope.”

That was good enough for her.

Once the gorging finished, they’d had at least one spoonful out of each carton Mulder had bought, six in all, the flavors running the gambit and Scully full and happy and sleepy. “Are you going to be able to sleep with all that sugar in your system?”

Mulder grinned, chocolate rimming his lips, “if not, I’ll have a TV to keep me company while you drool all over your pillow.” A relieved sigh, one she didn’t know she was holding, escaped, and Mulder cocked his head, suddenly worried, “y’a’right?”?”

And deciding there was no reason not to tell him, “I think I was nervous you were going to go home tonight and,” another sigh, this one embarrassed, “it’s been a really nice day and if you went home, it would be over and,” slight wobbly smile appearing, “I don’t want it to be over just yet.”

Knowing something funny was in order, he raised an eyebrow in her direction, “is that some veiled attempt at asking me to move in here?”

Her smile steadied, “just go start the movie.”

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Midnight rolled around and even though Scully had given in and gone to bed, Mulder was still awake and indeed watching TV, some cooking show he’d never admit to enjoying but enjoyed nonetheless. The sound was off and suddenly, the quiet of the darkened apartment was broken by Scully calling from the bedroom, “Mulder?”

It didn’t sound like a nightmare which, in his mind, could only mean she needed help. Jogging down the hall, he was in her doorway a second later, “yeah? You okay?”

Still laying down, she met his nervous gaze, her own a unique brand of terrified confusion, “am I still here?”

Immediately walking to the other side of the bed, he crawled under the covers, his hand meeting her cheek after she rolled over to face him, “yeah. You’re right here, in your bed.” When her terror didn’t fade, he continued, quieter, moving to meet her forehead with his, “you’re with me, in your apartment,” hand moving to the back of her neck, “whatever you dreamt wasn’t real.”

“It will be.” Feeling the bed shake as she hitched a silent sob, she managed a cracked whisper, “I don’t want to die.” Her fingers ran over his cheek, his ear, “I don’t want to go anywhere without you.”

The tear escaped before he could blink it away but he kept the others in, reservoir full but holding, “we’re gonna beat this. I guarantee it.”

She couldn’t bring herself to believe him anymore and she couldn’t keep up the lie at this hour, “you don’t know that.”

“But I choose to believe it.” Hand in her hair by now, he pulled her close enough that their noses were smushed together and eyelashes tangled, “I need to believe it.”

Maybe she could pretend a little more after all, “do you believe enough for both of us?”

“I believe enough for this whole damn world. You should know that by now.”

She could only nod against him, bringing their mouths to millimeter distances but refraining, crippling fear not a good enough reason to cross the line between them, “can you stay right here with me, tonight?”

He crossed it for them, a quick brush of lips, a quick nuzzle of noses, “I won’t move until you do.”

“I don’t want you to leave me alone.”

Both knew the translation of that:

I don’t want to die alone.

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The next morning, Scully opened her eyes to find Mulder still sharing her pillow, not touching anymore but close enough to have him blurry in front of her instead of clear. For five seconds, she forgot her world and felt warm fuzzies chasing through her, up and down her spine, settling low.

Then, reality set in with a resounding thud.

Pulling back, she sat up, turning quickly so he wouldn’t see the tears racing down her face. Neither could ignore the echoing sob, however and Mulder, already half-awake, sat up, confusion clearing in a heartbeat as he slid across the mattress, arm around her front, hugging her back to his chest. Kissing her neck and that hated, fucking scar, “we’re gonna win. I swear to God, we’re gonna win.”

And they cried together.

[chloelucia13]

Chapter 18: E Pluribus Unum

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x female!Henderson!reader

Prompt:  You always thought Hawkins was the most boring town of all, stuck in a vacuum void of excitement and entertainment. Well, it seems that way until the world decided to flip upside down, literally.

Chapter Summary: The horrid night at the hospital brought up many worries about you, especially for Jonathan. With the party’s advice, Nancy and Jonathan devise a plan to hopefully get you back to normal.

Word Count: 3720

Warnings: pretty angsty, a little fluff, language, violence, gore, discussions of possession and lack of autonomy, mentions of death, different perspective in italics

A/N: We’re getting close to the end of season 3! I’m thinking I’m gonna space these episode rewrites between some extra scenes I couldn’t fit into the story and some individual one shots, but let me know what you think! As always, my in box and tag lists and requests are all open! Love you!

Tags: @just-my-fandom​ @nightbu-g​ @neemonroe​

As Nancy and Jonathan watched the creature shift form and trickle through the vents in the door, panic flooded through their veins.

Jonathan contemplated running back to you and waking you up, to beg for you to take control of that thing and save Nancy. But as he thought about it, the image of your panicked face flashed in front of his eyes. He saw how fearful you were that you were losing control, that you might put everyone at risk.

Ultimately, he decided that you being asleep was for the better, but that didn’t make this situation any easier.

He heard a thud from inside the room as he gripped onto an oxygen tank and began to ram it into the door handle to try and break it off. After that proved fruitless, he shifted his efforts to the glass window in the door, watching the webbing cracks grow longer and longer but the glass still didn’t cave.

The creature let out a blood-curdling roar as a herd of footsteps approached Jonathan. Defeatedly, he stumbled back and tried to heave in a few breaths as Eleven stepped up to the door and tore it from its hinges. As the door crashed to the ground, the creature turned to screech at the group that was herded in the doorway.

“Jesus,” Mike gasped as Max hissed out a hushed “what the fuck” under her breath.

The creature rushed towards El, who was now a few steps inside the room, and she quickly swung her hand to the side, effortlessly tossing the creature against the wall. Then another wall. And then the ceiling.

Screams fell from El’s lips and the monster’s pincer-like jaws as it collided with the floor, though it quickly gained its composure and scrambled to its legs. It began to crawl forward with a vengeance, but Eleven threw her hands forward and sent the creature flying out the window.

As soon as they heard the splat of the creature hitting the pavement, Jonathan rushed into the room to check on Nancy while the party rushed down the stairs. Once she gave Jonathan a reassuring nod that she was, in fact, okay, they followed the party down the stairs and out to the parking lot where the creature laid.

The creature dissolved into that strange coagulation of guts and gore once more before inching over to a storm drain and dripping down into the tunnels.

Once there was to remnants of the creature lingering on the asphalt, Jonathan’s worry shifted to you, who was still on the abandoned floor of the hospital.

“Y/N,” he spoke, quickly turning on his heel and heading back inside.

“She’s in there?” Max asked incredulously, her eyes tracking Jonathan as he nodded quickly before disappearing behind the hospital doors.

His footsteps echoed throughout the stairwell as he rushed up the stairs two at a time, pushing through the door to the third floor. Panic was clouding his brain, hoping that you were still there and you hadn’t slipped away before he could try and help you. God, he just wanted to make you okay again. Make you you again.

As he rounded the corner to the room where you laid, he could barely even feel his feet from how overused they were. Nevertheless, he pushed forward, calling your name as he entered the room.

Luckily, you were still on the floor, and the inky veins seemed to have faded from your skin. You were so still, so motionless, though, as you laid on the cold linoleum that it worried Jonathan.

He gently knelt beside you and rolled you onto your back, one hand cupping your cheek while the other felt for a pulse on your neck. Once he felt the stead thrumming under his fingertips, he let out a sigh of relief. His hand left your cheek to brush a few strands of hair away from your face, letting his eyes soak in your relaxed features for only a moment before pulling you into his arms and lifting you off of the floor.

***

Your eyes began to flutter open from the movement, a small sigh falling from your parted lips. “Jonathan?” you whispered, panic beginning to seep into your veins.

He glanced down at you as he walked, each limping step making your head loll slightly. “Hey, it’s okay,” he hummed, clearly sensing the anxiety that had took hold. 

Your gaze flickered over every bruise that marred his face. “I’m so sorry, Jonathan. I couldn’t take control. I couldn’t stop it.”

He shook his head. “It’s okay. We’re gonna get this thing out of you.”

You shook your head fervently, gripping onto his shirt. “Jonathan, you can’t. I’m gonna hurt you. I don’t have enough energy to keep the flayer at bay.” To say that you didn’t have enough energy was a sever understatement, though. You felt as though you’d been awake for days and had just run a marathon. Your body was screaming for sleep, your eyelids already beginning to droop.

“It’s gonna be okay.”

“Jonathan, I don’t want to hurt you. Please.”

As he stepped out of the stairwell and through the exit of the hospital, he softly shushed you. Your mouth opened to argue, to beg for him to leave you and protect himself, but it fell shut along with your eyelids as the gentle rocking of his steps and his voice lulled you to sleep.

***

The drive to Hopper’s cabin was tense and silent, everyone in shock of what had just occurred. That, and the fact that they were harboring the leader of the flayer, the creature that was on a mission to kill.

Jonathan had volunteered to sit in the back of Nancy’s car with you on the ride there so that he could keep an eye on you, and though Nancy gave him a look of worry, he proceeded with his plan. 

He sat with your limp body leaning against him, your head resting against his shoulder and your open mouth fanning your warm breath on his neck. With his girlfriend in the driver’s seat, his mind wandered back to the night before when your lips were pressed against his. He thought about the many times he had woken up with you in his bed, when both of you had fallen asleep to a mixtape that was still in the tape deck by morning. When the sunshine fell perfectly on your face that had a ghost of a smile lingering on it. When your legs were tangled with his and your head was resting on his chest, warm huffs of air falling from your lips and mingling with his breath due to the close proximity.

He squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt at ridding himself of the thoughts, though all he could see was that rare glimpse of peace that he’d witness when you slept.

With a huff, he looked down at your sleeping form and watched your shoulders rise and fall with steady breaths.

He wished he could see the flutter of your eyelids as you dreamt, but they were hidden behind a scrap of fabric as a precaution in case you had awoken.

Once Nancy parked in front of the cabin, Mike assisted Jonathan in carrying you out of the car and into the house. Gently, the two boys laid you on the bed of the spare bedroom that was tucked away in the very back corner of the cabin.

As Jonathan slowly closed the door behind him and locked it, Mike gave him a look. “What?” Jonathan whispered, tucking the key into his back pocket.

“You should probably tone down the heart eyes a little bit,” Mike advised, arching a brow at Jonathan.

Jonathan’s brows furrowed in bewilderment, glancing around quickly before stepping close to Mike and lowering his voice. “What are you talking about?”

“Dude, are you that oblivious?” Jonathan shrugged, and Mike let out a sigh. “It’s super obvious that you’re in love with Y/N-”

“I am not!”

Mike stared at him silently with a look of extreme doubt, and Jonathan’s shoulders slumped. “Just try to tone it down a bit, dude. For Nancy.”

Guilt washed over Jonathan’s features at the mention of Nancy. “I just... I don’t know what to do.”

Mike gave him a look of sympathy. “Whatever you do, just don’t hurt either of them.”

Jonathan nodded silently and the two boys parted ways.

***

You woke with a start, searching around the room with wide eyes and a racing heart. You shoved the heavy comforter off of your body and scrambled to the carpeted floor. “Hello?” you called out as you balled your fingers into fists.

The floor creaked with each step, but everything else was silent. “Hello? Where the fuck am I?” you called out once more, stepping up to the door and trying the doorknob. The door didn’t budge, and your breath new fell from your lips in short bursts as panic took over your body. 

Your fists collided with the door a few times, letting out a scream of frustration when the wood didn’t give. “Goddammit, let me out!” You threw your body against the door, but the door still held strong. “What the fuck are you going to do with me! Let me out, you son of a bitch!”

***

On the other side of the door, everyone who had fell asleep in the living room woke up from the pounding and the screams. Each person glanced to someone else in the room, silently communicating their panic from the adverse reaction you were displaying to being confined into an unfamiliar room.

Jonathan and Nancy quickly rose from their spot on the couch, Jonathan signaling at everyone to stay quiet while Nancy grabbed onto the rope that they had found the night before. Silently, both teens approached the door with caution and light footsteps.

*** Your outburst easily tired you, and you stumbled back onto the bed with a huff, your gaze fixed in a glare on the door. 

It seemed to be only moments later that the door creaked shut, two figures slipping through the opening before slamming it shut once more. The two people slipped into the crack of sunlight that shone through the blinds, revealing themselves to be Nancy and Jonathan.

“Get away from me,” you hissed, shuffling back into the furthest corner of the bed. The two exchanged a look before Jonathan turned his back and headed over to the desk in the room that was accompanied by a wooden chair.

Nancy gripped onto your ankles and pulled you out of the corner, dragging you against the sheets and causing them to bunch up underneath you. You let out a growl and kicked with all your might, but she had already tied a quick knot around your legs. With another harsh tug, she yanked you off of the bed and onto the floor. You let out a gasp of pain, feeling all of the air escape your lungs and leave you winded.

Jonathan pulled the chair away from the desk and set it behind you and Nancy before rushing over to Nancy and assisting her in lugging you onto the chair. With your free hands, you gripped onto Jonathan’s shirt and tugged with all your might in an attempt to pull him to the ground, but to no avail.

The two sat you in the chair, and Nancy quickly freed Jonathan’s shirt from your grip. A huff left your lips as Nancy yanked your arms behind your back, tying them together before knotting it to the chair. “Let me go,” you said simply, showing no emotion whatsoever. Jonathan clenched his jaw, handing Nancy the other set of ropes for your legs. “Oh, I’m getting the silent treatment now?” You shook your head, leaning forward as much as your binds allowed you. “I said. Let. Me. Go.”

“Just ignore her, Jonathan. It isn’t her,” Nancy said, finishing up the binds on your legs before pushing herself to her feet. “I’m gonna get the heaters.” With that, she left.

“Isn’t her? Hell, I’m just voicing her concerns, her needs. And what she needs is for you to let her go. You don’t wanna break her heart, do you, Johnny? Not like all the other times you had?”

“Shut up,” he hissed through his teeth, eyes trained on the blank wall behind you.

“Oh, he speaks!” You flashed him a sinister smirk. “And why exactly should I shut up? I’m just speaking the truth-”

“You don’t know the truth-”

“Oh, but I do. I have access to her thoughts, her memories, everything. Like I said, I am her. And god, did you hurt her. When you saved Nancy from the Upsidedown but not her. When you ditched her for Nancy all those times, so you could ‘help Nancy,’ when little miss Y/N was the one needing help all along.”

He gulped, clenching his fists.

“All the times she let you run off to do god-knows-what with Nancy while she watched the kids. Watched your own brother.”

“I said, shut up-”

“You know she wished she died that night, in the tunnels. She didn’t want to be the sad damsel in distress anymore, didn’t want to be saved.”

Tears began to cloud his vision, and he turned on his heel to face the opposite wall.

“She wished she was with you. Wished she was in Nancy’s spot, helping you and your brother. But no, she had to go with the kids and Steve, had to be on the brink of death. She had to wait for you to help her, the thing she dreaded the most. You seeing her weak.”

“You’re lying. S-She doesn’t feel that way-”

“Then why do you feel so guilty? It’s tangible, I can almost taste it.” You leaned back, eyes trained on the back of his head. “And then you got a job at the Post with little Miss Nancy, leaving Y/N to work at the public pool with Billy. Leaving her to get possessed by the flayer. By me. Can’t you see, Johnny boy? This is all because of you. All her pain, her aching, because of you.” You chuckled softly, a sinister sound that reverberated in your chest. “Because of you, she was left vulnerable, open to being taken by me. I could tell, no matter how many times she cried for you, for anyone to help her, she needed this. She needed this little… Boost of confidence, let’s say. A lack of a filter.”

He sniffled, shaking his head softly. “Why should I believe anything you say?”

“You don’t have to, but I know you do. Because you know it’s all true.” You wiggled your fingers and toes, trying to get some circulation back into them. “You know that saying, sober thoughts are drunk actions? Think of me as the alcohol. I take her over, get rid of her filter, and let the truth run wild.”

He spun back around and stepped towards you, crouching down so he was eye-level with your face.

“That’s it. Look at what you did to her. Look at the scars.” You pursed your lips, smirking slightly. “She scares people. She doesn’t want to go outside, doesn’t want to be a spectacle, a walking freak show.”

“She’s not-”

“Did she ever tell you that she has to wear glasses because of her eye?” He shook his head. “She’s too scared to wear them around you. Doesn’t want to seem weird. She has constant headaches because of it, because she can barely see out of her one eye without them.”

His lower lip quivered slightly, his hand inching up to cup your face.

“She can hear you, Johnny. She can see you.” Another bone-chilling laugh. “She’s begging me to stop, but what’s the fun in that?”

“Screw you.”

The door squeaked open and shut, Nancy stepping in with a couple more heaters. “Sorry it took so long, I had to dig them out,” she explained, stopping when she took notice of the odd scene in front of her.

“Good. Let’s get this out of her,” He sighed, standing up straight and helping Nancy plug everything in.

You sat silently, a near-pout on your face as the pair worked on plugging in the multitude of heaters that Nancy had found. “I didn’t know you wanted me gone so badly,” you sighed, giving Jonathan a puppy-dog-eye look as he risked a glance at you. 

The room already began to feel at least ten degrees warmer as all of the heaters got to work, and you glanced down in disdain at the sweater and jeans you wore. Nancy and Jonathan took a seat on the bed, their eyes trained on you as if you were a caged animal.

“So what did you guys do the last time you watched someone get exorcised?” you hummed, that fake smile settling on your lips once more. “Did you makeout, maybe sneak off to do god-knows-what together? It seems that that’s what you both are best at when people need your help.”

Nancy’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What?” she whispered, clearly bewildered by your bold statement.

You cocked your head to the side, feigning innocence. “Don’t you remember? Last year, you and Jonathan had gone off and disappeared while little Will was basically on his deathbed. All he needed was an older sibling, someone to comfort him, and Y/N, had to take up that role because you two were too busy.”

“We were trying to get justice for Barb-”

“And as a result you almost got everyone killed.”

“Shut up!” she screamed as she shot up from her seat and leaned close to you, close enough for you to see the sweat beginning to bead on her forehead. “If you say another word, I’m duct taping your mouth shut.”

You clenched your jaw and stared her in the eye, your chest heaving with heavy breaths. Jonathan reached forward and gripped onto Nancy’s forearm, prompting her to look back at him. They exchanged a glance and she contemplated their silent conversation for a moment before settling back down onto the bed.

The room grew warmer and warmer and the tension grew thicker and thicker. Everyone had stayed silent during that time, but that didn’t mean that you were shooting glares at the pair the whole time.

But that heat definitely began to worm its way between you and the flayer, acting like a knife between flesh and meat as it slowly cut away the flayer’s vicelike grip on you. However, as the flayer’s hold on you began to slip away, the days of sleep you’ve missed started to catch up with you.

Your eyelids drooped as sweat trickled down your face, your breaths ragged and hitched from the dry heat and lack of water. “Jonathan, Nancy, please just let me go,” you cried, weakly wiggling your hands and feet in their restraints. 

“Y/N, you know we can’t,” Nancy answered, looking away from you so she wouldn’t feel guilt from the state you were in. 

Nancy and Jonathan were suffering too, sweat making their clothes cling to them like a second skin. But they knew that if you were stuck in this miserable heat, they had to be too. They had to save you, no matter what it took.

Tears welled in your eyes and you let out a tired cry of frustration. “Please! I-I can take control of the mind flayer again and I can keep it from you guys! I can kill it! Please, just let me go!”

Nancy could tell that Jonathan was weighing the outcomes of each option, clearly caving in from the guilt and the heat. “Y/N, we need to get this thing out of you,” Nancy spoke up. “You only have so much control. We can help you.”

“You can’t help me!” you screamed, startling the pair and making them recoil slightly. “Just let me go! Let me go, you sons of bitches!” You began to violently thrash in the chair, prompting the two to get up and try to hold you down. Your screams grew louder when the attempted to restrain you, and they shared a horrified look when those familiar inky veins began to snake up into your skin. 

Your strength grew as the flayer slowly slipped into power as a last ditch effort to continue inhabiting its host, and with one quick yank of your arm, the binds snapped from your wrist. Nancy scrambled to pin your wrist down, but once your other hand freed itself from its confines, both Nancy and Jonathan knew that their efforts were fruitless.

Jonathan rushed to help Nancy, both of them wrestling to keep you restrained while you fought against them with all your might. Your sweat-slicked skin seemed to prove advantageous as you quickly slipped from their grip, yanking the binds around your ankles and breaking them free.

The pair shared a panicked glance as you rose from the chair and shoved them both off of you. “Leave me alone,” you growled, your voice uncharacteristically deep as those black veins protruded from your skin. “Or there will be consequences.”

Jonathan hurried over to you and gripped onto your wrist, giving one last effort to try and help. That clearly was a mistake, though, as you snatched your arm back and landed a quick right jab to his jaw. He stumbled back and clutched his jaw, but as he looked up at you, a flash of guilt and fear could be seen in your eyes. It left as soon as it came, and he hopelessly watched as you slammed your fist into the window and escaped through the newly made exit.

***

Your eyes drooped with exhaustion as you sat on the landing of the stairs, head leaning against the railing as you stared out at the crowd of the flayed that were neatly lined up in single file rows. 

“That-that girl,” he spat, pacing back and forth behind you. “She caused all of this.”

You nodded slowly, your face blank and emotionless. 

“But we’ll win. Soon, we’ll talk control. We’ll end her, them, everyone. Everything will be ours.”

“When?” you hummed, slowly lifting your head from the railing to look up at him.

“Soon.”