#Geeky Tea Party

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Aaaaaaand done!

#geeky talks #we decided not to do a big dinner for xmas since we're leaving a few days later #so we went with tea party dinner instead #which is just as much but in a completely different way

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asking you to the school dance || enha hyung line

synopsis - how enhypen’s hyung line would ask you to the school dance

enhypen x reader / best friends to lovers / warnings - none! :) / wc ~200 per member

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heeseung is a very straightforward type of man. he’s not shy to share his feelings and wants with you because he knows how important communication is in your friendship. however, for the first time in his fourteen years of friendship with you, he’s struggling to tell you how he feels. “I’m in love with you,” he wants to scream until his lungs give out every time he sees you, but how do you naturally spring that onto a person? tired of not being able to call you his love, heeseung devises a plan to ask you to be his date to the school dance, and, in life. knowing that extravagance isn’t your cup of tea, he carries out his plan on your weekly gaming night so you won’t grow suspicious. he opens minecraft on his tv and tells you to look at the house he had built, only for there to be no house, but the words “can i be your date to the dance?” with a geeky smile he has you look farther to the right of the proposal where another one lay, “...and your boyfriend?”

big and extravagant public attention grabbers aren’t necessarily jay’s thing. he loves to make things intimate and special in his way without eyes always on him. when the winter formal was announced, jay knew he had to ask you to be his date before anyone else could. he invited you to his place for a cozy home-cooked meal made by jay himself. jay is usually a nonchalant type of guy, but he was nearly sweating through his shirt because of how nervous he was. with a little help from his mom, he got you to leave the kitchen while he plated both of your meals, carefully curating the word “FORMAL?” across the rim of your plate with sauce. jay placed the newly decorated plate in front of you after your return from a chat with his mom, a shaky gleam in his eyes waiting for your response. “jay, i’d love to be your date,” you smile at him, pulling him into a hug and leaving a kiss on his cheek that turns him redder than the tomatoes on your plate.

what really sparked your friendship with jake was your mutual love for music. as the two of you grew closer, you would send each other new music to listen to every day. whether it be a new artist, a song, an album, a playlist, or a performance, the two of you always find something that the other would enjoy. you could send a simple “i’m bored” text to jake and he’d have four performance videos, two albums, and three new artists for you to indulge in to cure your boredom. it was nothing out of the ordinary for you and jake to create playlists for each other either, so when he sends a new one titled “hey y/n…” it doesn’t even faze you until it's opened. “I was… Enchanted… To Meet You…” the songs read in order, “So… Let’s Be… The Life of the Party… at Prom?... Be My Date!” you cheesed ear to ear when you realized what jake had just asked you. “P.S. I Like You,” was the last song on the playlist, leaving a whole zoo in your stomach in excitement to tell jake you’ve always felt the same way.

sunghoon is the corniest dude you have ever met in your life. there’s never a day where he’s not spitting bad jokes your way or making the most sarcastic comments that make your eyes roll. he definitely thinks he’s the funniest person in the world. while deciphering through all of his options of how he wants to ask you to be his date to the school dance, he came to the consensus of something cute and simple: a sign. sunghoon loves those cheesy proposal signs that he sees on tiktok and pinterest that use witty play on words. he wanted to make his sign special and make it exclusive towards your friendship. the first time the two of you spent time alone together was after your friends ditched the two of you on a movie night, leaving you and sunghoon to go see the movie Minions. that night also happened to be the night that sunghoon realized he had feelings for you. sunghoon chose to make that night his inspiration for his sign, painting the phrase “y/n, you are one in a minion. be my date?” onto his posterboard. your heart melted at the sight of your best friend standing outside your front door, sign in hand… dressed as a minion. naturally, sunghoon had to go all out. overalls, yellow face paint, goggles, and all. to him, it was worth it to see you smile and laugh the way you did.

#enhypen #enhypen au #enhypen imagines #enhypen heeseung #enhypen jay #enhypen jake #enhypen sunghoon #heeseung imagines #jay imagines #jake imagines #sunghoon imagines #enhypen hyung line #enhypen x reader #heeseung x reader #jay x reader #jake x reader #sunghoon x reader #enhypen fluff #ikeuluvrcreations

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One Dance (Last Part) || Doctor Strange x Fem!reader.

Word count: 7.6K WARNINGS: None? A/N: To all the people who's read part 1 and 2, thank you so much. I enjoyed reading your comments, I really appreciate the each and everyone of you. I really had a hard time writing this one. I tend to ovethink the character's emotions, making sure it's accurate and realistic, I lost a bit of sleep on this one. So many ideas just came in my head, which might resort to me writing one-shots.

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"Um, excuse me? I'm looking for (Y/N, L/N)?" A young part-timer in a baseball cap asked the receptionist, a medium-sized assorted flower box in hand. It was filled with preserved white hydrangeas, lavender baby's breath and pastel pink roses. The other nurses and doctors turned their heads to look for you, it was probably the hundredth time someone's sent you flower boxes and other people are starting to get curious about the secret admirer behind it. 

"Again? Give that to me. She's doing open heart surgery right now, I'll pass it on to her after."  Juliet, your best friend and the cardiac ward's nurse unit manager, reached for the box, being careful with it.

"Oh uh, and this too." The kid sets an envelope sealed with wax and slides it across towards your friend then left without saying another word. 

Juliet's brows arched, feeling that that was weird. She took the envelope as well and went to the women's changing room where your locker is and left it on top of yours. 

••• 

You stood beside Dr. Blake, one of the main consultants in cardiology. You were performing this surgery under his supervision and he wasn't surprised when you needed no prompting about the delicate procedure of the coronary bypass. 

The first three months were tough but after your emotions had settled, you wasted no time sticking your nose into research and books that you've put those feelings under the carpet, making yourself believe that you're finally free from the grief of losing your relationship with Stephen. And because you focused on your work, you’ve excelled in your profession at an alarming rate, very noticeable amongst your peers.

"(Y/N)!" Dr. Blake found you and ran to catch up, you turned around to see the man jogging towards you. You began walking again after he caught up, "So, do I have an answer yet?" He asked.

You raised your brows, looking up at the taller figure beside you, unsure of what he meant by that, "Answer to what exactly?" 

"The New Year's Eve ball at The Peninsula Hotel?" He reminded you with a sheepish smile. Don was roughly the same age as you, a brilliant doctor like Strange was but minus the ego and arrogance.

Your eyes lit up as soon as you remembered, "Oh right! I'm sorry I completely forgot about that… I don't know, Don." You gave him an apologetic smile, "I agreed to work on one of the intern's research papers–"

Don clicked his tongue and stood in front of you, "(Y/N), it's only for one night, it won't hurt to come. Plus, I reckon your intern will go out partying and you'll be at home doing their work? Sounds unfair to me." He squints his eyes, tapping his chin playfully.

'Could Dr. Blake please come to Cath four please. Dr. Blake please come to Cath four.' The PA announced through the speakers.

"Think about it, you have one day left." He began to walk backwards pointing at you before running away to where he was needed. 

You sighed and headed towards the women's locker. You fished your phone out of your pockets to find a text from Juliet, it said: 'Hey Miss Popular, I left yet another beautiful box of flowers over your locker, and a letter. If you're in the mood to spill some tea then I'm in my office. xo.'

You hurriedly enter the locker room to find the flowers there, as well as the letter. Whoever was sending you those were really persistent, you opened the letter carefully, not wanting to ruin the beautiful seal, you pulled the letter out and there was a message in the middle of the textured paper.

'At new year's eve, meet me at the rooftop of the Peninsula, 11.30pm sharp. No excuses.' 

You chuckled to yourself, knowing full well about the identity of this person.

•••

You slapped the letter down on Juliet's desk before sitting down, looking at you surprised, "It's Dr. Blake." 

Juliet's eyes flickered between you and the letter, eyes widening and snatching the letter to read it, "Meet me at the rooftop of the Peninsula, 11.30pm sharp. No excuses." Juliet gasped in excitement, "Oh my god! But how do you know?"

"He's been pestering me to be his date at the new year's eve party, even just a few minutes ago. Ugh." You combed your hair back with your hands before burying your face in the crook of your elbow, shaking your head at Juliet who had her lips pressed as if trying to prevent a squeal. 

"(Y/N), you can’t stand him up, not when he made all of this effort. It boggles my mind how blind you are to his signs." She leaned back and crossed her arms.

"He's been giving me hints? I honestly can't tell, he's so nice to everyone. I can't tell the difference." You shrugged.

"Ugh… Jesus help me. Okay, first of all, his body completely turns to face yours when talking, two, he always drops what he's doing every time you need help and three, whenever you approach him and his friends, they leave, it's like they're giving you some alone time." Juliet said, almost growling, trying to get it through your dense head.

"And you know all of this because?" 

"I'm very observant, love, there’s not a thing I don't know about what's going on in my ward." Juliet leaned in, narrowing her eyes at you, "So are you going?" 

"Okay fine, only if you are!" You took the letter back and Juliet pulled a smile of success. 

"Me? Miss out on one of the biggest parties in New York? Are you really my best friend (Y/N)?" Juliet blew a raspberry and waved her hands dismissively.

•••

The elevator doors slid open into the basement parking lot, the place was full since it's now the morning of the thirtieth. You just couldn't wait to go home and sleep, you've had two long operations and your body is knackered. You carried the flower box with one arm as you approached your car. Turning your head cautiously because of the random noises that echoed in the quiet space. You picked up your pace and unlocked your SUV, carefully placing the flowers on the backseat of your car. 

You turned towards the driver's seat, then noticed a piece of paper that was pinned under the wipers of your car:

Of all the things  I can do on this earth, I just want to build a bridge from my heart to yours.

You read the note, looking around suspiciously before crumpling the paper and shoving it in your pocket. A lot of weird things have been happening to you lately, this one included. It feels like everytime you say you needed or wished for something, it coincidentally happens. 

One time you were studying in the library, and quietly told yourself that you needed coffee when out of nowhere, a group of volunteers started giving free coffee for everyone. 'Take it easy.' Was written on the cup, as if reminding you to take a break from being stuck in a book.

The next one was when your car broke down and you had no choice but to catch the train instead. Something urgent came up at work and they needed you asap, you were running to catch the train, its doors almost closing when suddenly the electricity malfunctioned for a few seconds causing the train doors to reopen, giving you time to hop on, preventing you from being late.

The most memorable one was probably when you were out on a jog, feeling at your lowest after failing to save a patient, blaming yourself even if it wasn’t your fault. You were catching your breath, on the verge of a breakdown when a stranger came up to you and gave you a single flower, which was coincidentally your favourite one. She gave you a piece of advice, "Some things are out of your control." She said, giving you a comforting pat on the shoulder before walking away. A beautiful emperor butterfly landing on your flower shortly after.

You sat in your car in deep thought about the weird coincidences, "I just need sleep." You pinched the bridge of your nose, "This is nothing." You started the ignition and drove slowly out of the car park. The radio transitioned from white noise to clear audio as you exit the parking lot. Your phone failed to connect to your car again, leaving you no choice but to listen to what the radio has to offer. 

'Cause after all this time, I'm still into you. I should be over all the butterfl–' You flicked the button on the wheel to change the station, you avoided listening to love songs because everytime, your mind lands back to Stephen and for the last eight months of putting your feelings aside and distracting yourself with work, you weren’t really a thousand percent over him– even though that's what you've been telling you friends.

'But if I let you go, I will never know what my life would be holding you close to me–' Flick. 

'So tell me what I'm to do whenever, I'm missin' you? Tell me, do you love me? I, I–' Flick. 

'Maybe it's intuition, but some things you just don't question, like in your eyes, I see my future in an instant–' Flick.

'So why does your pride make you run and hide? Are you that afraid of me? But I know it's a lie, what you keep inside, this is not how you want it to be.' You glared at the radio and slammed the off button, giving you serene silence. You released a heavy breath as you delicately stopped your car at the red light, feeling annoyed that the universe might be teasing you. 

A convertible pulled up beside you, a middle aged man singing his heart away as music blasted from his speakers,"Although we've come… to the end of the road, still I can't let go, It's unnatural, you belong to me, I belong to you!" 

"Ugh." You rolled your eyes and banged your head on the steering wheel.

•••

You tossed and turned in your bed, trying to find a comfortable position, but still you couldn’t fall asleep. You turned to your side again, opening your eyes this time. In the corner of your room, you noticed the box full of Stephen’s belongings that you didn’t have the guts to return, scared that you might come back to square one if you see him up close.

You remembered standing at the landing of The Sanctum for who knows how long, carrying a box full of Stephen’s belongings. You could hear and feel your heart pounding in your chest and felt nauseous, trying to find the courage to walk up and knock at the door, but instead you left carrying the things back with you and now you’re wondering why you didn’t just leave it. Maybe because at that time, you wanted him to have a reason to come back to see you and fight for you, take you back. You had it all planned out in your head.

You came to a conclusion that he was probably mad at you that he didn’t find the need to take his things back, but you kept it anyway just in case and now here you are, eight months post parting ways and it’s still here. No calls, texts, no signs of taking it back. You thought to yourself that it was probably time, time to close the door and open a new one. Your new year’s resolution will be to throw his things away and truly free yourself.

Your hands slid under your pillow and grabbed your phone to text Don.

To: Dr. Blake Hey, just letting you know, I’d like to attend the new year’s party with you.

It hasn’t been a minute since you sent the text, and you already got a reply from the man.

From: Dr. Blake Really?! Oh I mean, awesome. I’ll pick you up at 8pm.  Wait. Why aren’t you sleeping after a night shift? Don’t reply and go to bed.

You giggled at his texts and left him on seen. You swiped back, scrolled all the way down your messages to find yours and Stephens, your thumb hovered over his name and deleted your messages and before you knew it, you fell into the rabbit hole of deleting everything that had Stephen in it. 

•••

Stephen stood in front of the mirror, tying his tie without the use of magic this time, hair neatly styled with his signature grey streaks pulled to the side. It was New Year’s Eve, he and Wong had been invited by the Mayor to attend this year’s party after defeating Gargantos six months ago and America, being his sneaky side-kick, found that you were in the guest list.

Tonight is also the night that Stephen would walk himself back into your life, formally. It’s been him all along behind the scenes, making sure you had a great day. At night when you don't have a car to use, and you walk home alone in the dark, he stays close by to make sure you get home safe. He secretly buys you coffee when you’re at your favourite cafe trying to catch up on sleep during your break time. He was behind those reminders to take it easy on yourself whenever you studied, because he knew how taxing your profession can be. All of the things he took away from you such as security, making you feel special, wanted, he wanted to give back. 

The day where you were contemplating whether to give his belongings back, he actually saw you from the window. He watched as you got folded by your uncertainty and walked away with the box still in your arms. He could’ve called you, yes, but he also wanted to give himself some time and make sure that his feelings for you were genuine. Hurting you twice was the last thing he wanted to do. If he was going to walk right back into your life, he wanted to offer himself to you fully, that is… if you still wanted him back.

Suddenly he heard a soft knock on the door, “Hi Stephen, it’s me.” America’s little voice said from the other side.

“Come in.” Stephen replied and turned around just as America entered his room, “How do I look?”

“You look really great! It’s weird seeing you and Wong all dressed up,” She laughed sheepishly and gave the man two thumbs up, “How are you feeling?”

Stephen paused to think of an answer, “Terrified.” He said nonchalantly. Outwardly, he showed confidence, unfazed by anything that may come his way but inside he felt like his own chest was going to collapse on him.

“You don’t look like it.” America furrowed her brows, “Anyway, I just came to tell you to break some legs!” 

Stephen snorted while adjusting the cuffs of his sleeve, “Do you mean, break a leg?” 

“You know what I mean!” America left his room complaining about the weird metaphor, her voice getting smaller as she got farther away, “Honestly, I don’t understand why you’d wish someone would break their legs… what if they actually break their legs?” Stephen shook his head and laughed at the kid whom he’s grown very fond of over the last few months. 

•••

Back in your apartment, you also stood in front of your vanity in a black velvety manhattan slip dress that hugged your curves so beautifully. Your hair done up in a bun with curled loose hair falling at the side of your face. You decided to go for a natural make-up look to accentuate your red lips that matched well with your all black outfit. 

Your doorbell rang and you walked towards your security cam, seeing Don on the other side. You opened up the door, plastering a smile on your lips as you greeted him with a cheek to cheek kiss, “Hi! Oh my god wow, don’t you look handsome.” You grinned and stepped aside to let him in, “Make yourself comfortable, I’ll be with you in a few minutes.”

“Thank you.” His eyes running over your figure from head to toe, “And you look good in that dress.” He complimented you as he walked towards your couch, observing his surroundings since it was his first time being there.

You ran in your bedroom to grab your purse, phone and wool coat, “Let’s go!” 

You didn’t expect the car ride to be so awfully awkward. He would start a conversation and it would end abruptly, then you would start one and that ended abruptly as well. The music didn’t even help ease the awkwardness, you could tell he was feeling the same since his forefinger was tapping the steering wheel. Fortunately it didn’t take long until you arrived at the Hotel, Don asked you to stay put as he went around the car to open the door for you, offering his hand which you gladly took while he helped you to step out of his car. 

He handed over his car keys to the valet and approached the staff accepting invitations from guests, “Invitations please.” She politely asked.

Don pulled his invitation from the inner pocket of his blazer, while you took your out of your purse, “Dr. Blake and Dr. (L/N)! Welcome, please head towards the elevator, the party is on the 25th floor. Enjoy your night.” She returned the invitations to the both of you.

Don offered you his arm before walking in, “Shall we?”

“We shall.” You laughed softly, and locked your arm around his, as you headed together for the elevator “So, What’s going to be your New Year’s resolution?” You whispered in the elevator filled with other guests.

“Hm, I think I’d like to focus on other things that aren't related to work.” He whispered back, slightly leaning his head towards you with a small smile on his lips. The elevator arrived at the floor, the music from the band could be heard from the hallway playing classical music. Don allowed you to step out first before you linked arms with him again, “What about you (Y/N)? What’s your New Year’s resolution?” 

You took a deep breath as you began to speak, “I thought about finally opening a new chapter in my life.” You pulled a half-smile and dropped your gaze. 

You walked through the tall entrance leading to the ballroom, the lights were warm and dimmed, purposely giving a romantic ambiance. You scanned the vast room from the top of the staircase and saw people mingling, some dancing to the music. Your eyes caught the familiar face of your friends sitting at a round table, your eyes lighting up when you saw Juliet waving at you enthusiastically. 

You looked exceptionally beautiful tonight and turned a few heads as you walked past other guests. When you reached the table where the others were, Don pulled a chair out for you, thanking him as you took a seat, “Good evening guys.”

“Wow (Y/N), wow. You look so stunning I might cry.” Juliet wiped a fake tear.

“Oh speak for yourself Juliet, you look like a model.” You returned the compliment.

There were a few important people in the room and Don excused himself, “I’m just going to say hi to the hospital’s director, I’ll be back.” He squeezed your shoulder before approaching the circle of men chatting with each other. 

“Sure.” You gave him a tight-lipped smile before turning your attention back to Juliet. The girls waited for the man to be far enough that he won’t hear your conversation.

“Sooo, are you going to tell us about the car ride on the way here?” Bea wiggled her brows at you teasingly. 

“Please, don’t get me started. It was really awkward.” You hid your face in your hand, “We only had small talk, and that’s it.”

“That’s normal, I mean it’s your first time seeing each other outside of work and in a confined space.” Juliet warmly reassured you, glancing at your date from time to time, just like the other girls.

“Oh my god, look, he won’t stop looking in your direction, I say he’s smitten,” Rosie softly tapped the back of your hand. You lifted your gaze and met Don’s eyes, he smiled at you from where he is and you returned one to him.

“I can’t take this romance, I’m going to need a mega pint of wine.” Juliet jokingly cringed at the exchange of looks that was happening before her. 

“Get up and socialise then, you aren’t in your office Juliet, you can’t sit here all night.” You teased her back, the others laughing with you after teasing her to get out of her seat and approach a girl that matches her type.

“Holy shit. No way.” Bea almost dropped her jaw, you followed the direction she was looking at and found Stephen walking in and standing handsomely in his well-pressed suit and tie. He scanned the room while readjusting the cuffs of his sleeves. The world felt almost as if it went into slow motion the moment your eyes locked into his blue ones from afar, your smile twitched as you felt the centre of your chest ache. The nerve of him turning up like this after eight months and looking fine as hell. When a female approaches Stephen, you quickly look away and start another conversation with the ladies, forcing yourself to smile and look unbothered.

•••

Stephen entered the ballroom with Wong following not too long behind him. His eyes surveyed the room, looking for you until he found what he was looking for. His eyes dilated at the sight of you, amongst other beautiful women in the room, you shined the brightest. He almost felt annoyed when someone took his attention away from you. 

He caught you stealing glances at him as we walked down the stairs, chatting with another woman. The urge to walk over to you and drag you away to somewhere private was so strong, but he needed to find the right timing for that.

Once the majority of the guests had arrived, the programme began and dinner was being served, you were left with Don beside you as the girls left for their designated seats with their own dates. There were speeches and funny stories from the mayor and sponsors, “In this New Year coming, let’s live life to the fullest.” The Mayor ended his speech and raised his glass of champagne, “Cheers.” 

“Cheers!” The crowd, including you replied, glasses clinking with one another. You cautiously looked around, it's as if your eyes moved on their own looking for Strange whether you liked it or not. And then there he was, seated at the front, drinking a glass of martini still looking at you with those annoying blue eyes.

The music began again, Don turned to you with a shy smile, “Care for a dance?” 

“It’ll be a pleasure.” You gave him a sultry smile, taking his hand as he guided you towards the centre of the dance floor. You expected to dance under the slow music with your date however, the DJ changed the music into a party song as the band took a break.

“Alright, I’m ‘bout to fall asleep, let’s get some real partying started.” He shouted, hyping the crowd and began to play Low by Flo Rida. Don slowly turned his head towards you, clearly he didn’t expect this to happen either. 

Don pulled a silly yet serious look on his face as he began dancing, using hip hop moves only an amateur would know how to do. He was clearly trying to make you laugh after picking up the drop in your mood, “Boots with the fur.” He sang and you threw your head back in laughter, covering your mouth with your hands as he made up silly dance moves in front of you.

•••

Stephen and Wong sat closer at the front where the special guests were. He wasn’t able to keep a conversation the whole night with other people since he was too busy keeping his eyes on you, waiting for the opportunity to catch your gaze once more, but as the night progressed, it never happened. He couldn’t even count how many dances he’s respectfully declined.

Stephen saw you on the dance floor, slow dancing with your date to ‘Lady in Red’, laughing along with whatever joke your date was telling you, “She looks so happy.” Wong, who was also watching, commented. 

Stephen released an exasperated sigh, before taking a sip of his whiskey, his fiery eyes made it clear that he was jealous, “Yeah, she does.” He’s almost having second thoughts about approaching you. 

Wong gave a look of concern towards his friend who was now in deep thought, “I’ve seen that look before. You’re contemplating.” 

Stephen clenched his jaw and sighed once more, “I don’t think I can keep the promise I made to the other (Y/N).” He admitted, anxiously twirling his drink. 

“I’ve been observing you the whole night Strange, there wasn’t a second where you took your attention away from her. Clearly you’ve found your happiness right there, are you just gonna let some other man take her away?” Wong asked, his tone serious yet soft, he didn’t want Strange to feel like he’s being lectured.

“And what if her happiness is the cost of mine? I don’t want to take that away from her.” Strange frustratedly replied.

Wong scoffed, “Then do the best you can to make her happy, show her that you’re worth her time. You can’t do that by sitting here and feeling sorry for yourself.” Stephen stopped swirling his drink and looked at Wong who shrugged at him, “Am I right or am I right?” Wong added.

Stephen drank the rest of his whiskey and stood up, straightening his jacket and walked towards you and Don with purpose. You saw Stephen heading for you and panic flashed all throughout your body. Stephen lightly tapped Don’s shoulder, causing the man to break away from you and face Stephen.

“Hi, Doctor Stephen Strange.” He introduced himself to Don and offered the other a handshake. Don’s eyes widened in surprise and took the man’s hand, firmly shaking it.

“Oh my goodness, It’s a pleasure to meet you Doctor Strange. Let me just say I love your work. I’m Donovan Blake.” Don smiled at Strange, clearly ecstatic to meet your ex. 

Stephen glanced at you, “Thank you Doctor. How are you (Y/N)?” He asked you so casually that you felt the urge to slap him across the face.

“I’ve been well, thanks. And you Doctor?” You asked him back with a dead-pan expression. Don’s head turned between you and Stephen who was having a staring contest, noticing that there was tension present between the both of you.

“You two know each other?” Don asked innocently, looking at you this time. 

“Yeah, old friends.” You quickly answered before something else comes out from Stephen's mouth. You could feel Stephen forming a smirk at how fast you were shutting him down. 

“Mhm. Old friends.” Stephen agreed firmly, his eyes leaving you for Don, “I was actually about to ask if I could steal your date for one dance.” 

Don opened his mouth to say ‘Of course’ but you cut him off, “I would rather have a drink-” You faked a smile towards Stephen, tugging your date on the sleeve to leave when you noticed Don giving you a confused look, “I mean, I don’t want Don to feel-” 

“(Y/N), it’s okay. I don’t mind.” Don chuckled, “I’ll see you at eleven-thirty.” He lifted your hand towards his lips and gave the back of your hand a soft kiss in front of Stephen, who looked away and waited for him to leave. 

At the same time, the song you were dancing to with Don finished and the band played a new song, “Alright folks, for those of you who want to fall in love tonight, this song’s for you. This is called, ‘Until I Found You.’” 

Georgia, wrap me up in all your, I want you in my arms, oh let me hold you~ 

“Can I just say, that dress you’re wearing is stunning on you.” Stephen took delicate steps closer towards you, his warm hands splaying across the skin of your bare back, whisking you towards him, closing the gap between your bodies. 

 I’ll never let you go again, like I did~

You quietly gasped, a heady flush spreading all over your body. Your arms reluctantly wrap around his neck, stubbornly avoiding to look at the face you've yearned to admire for a long time. You swallowed the lump forming in your throat, “Thank you… you don’t look bad yourself.”

Oh I used to say~

You hear Stephen chuckle, his cheek pressed at the side of your head, “I see that you’re still trying to humble me?” His deep, lovely voice sent a thrill down your spine.

I would never fall in love again until I found her.

“Is it working?” You scoffed and asked in a quiet voice, trying your best not to sound nervous.

“Not really.” Stephen replied, “Because I think I'm making you feel nervous.” The air was cold and yet you felt heat exploding from the pit of your stomach rising to your face as you felt his solid gaze towards you. 

I said, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into"

He guided you into a spin and when your body crashed back to him, he held you tighter than the last. A combination of his alluring scent, the weight of his gaze, and the nonexistent distance between you is so overwhelming that it almost makes you dizzy.

I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her, I found you~

You took a deep breath after what seemed like forever, giving yourself to gather your emotions before you answer him, you tilted your head up and you lifted your eyes to meet his and battled them, “I’m not nervous.” You denied, forgetting that he was so much taller compared to you.

Stephen studies your face, lips twitching and whispers, “I am,” He drops his gaze to your mouth leaning in close enough so when he spoke, his breath would caress your lips. Jesus Christ.

You snapped your head away from him, feeling self-conscious that your friends might see how close he got; your breath getting caught in your throat, feeling ashamed that they might judge you for dancing with your ex-boyfriend.

Your heart was racing when you felt his lips almost touching yours, “Are you messing with me right now?” You were doing everything in your power to look at him unimpressed, but the fact that you felt intoxicated by him, leaving you craving for more, was leaving you feeling miserable.

“Why would I do that?” He asked, “Do you really think I’m only dancing with you for my own entertainment?” He gently put his hand down your arm, and you felt goosebumps forming on your arms, as well as shivers rushing up your spine. Eventually, he ended up taking your hand, putting it over his heart, which was rapidly beating in the presence of you.

You searched for Don who was casually chatting with other guests, feeling relieved that he was occupied. You were spun around, leaving you with no choice but to concentrate on him and his words, "Don't look at him, look at me." He coax gently, his voice dangerously huskier than before, "Do you still think I'm messing with you?" He pressed your hands harder over his heart.

Lord have mercy on my soul. You felt the rhythm of his heart against your palm, almost beating in synchronicity with yours, “I can’t- You can’t do this to me. This is unfair, Stephen.” You unravel your arms around his neck, you softly push him away while shaking your head.

His hands fell from your back, your skin missing its warmth in an instant while your mind fell  into a spiral of confusion with your emotions as you weaved through the sea of people, leaving him alone on the dance floor.

You rushed to the ladies' bathroom where Juliet followed soon after, "(Y/N), are you okay?" She frantically asked as she barged in, catching you attempting to calm yourself. 

Your eyes burned with vexation, "I hate him– I hate how he makes me feel this way, I hate the way he looks at me, I hate how my body reacts when he touches me, it's like all my senses are betraying me and he knows it!" 

Juliet could only watch you empathetically, she approaches you by hugging your side, "You never stopped loving him, didn't you?" She popped the huge question.

You nodded as much as you hated to admit, "Gosh, I feel like a hypocrite. I left him because he couldn't get over his ex and here I am on the same boat as him. Can't get over my own ex." You laughed, in ridicule at your situation. 

"You're not a hypocrite, need I remind you that you're not stepping on anyone else's feelings? Because you're not, you're just confused," She lightly shook you, "Do you want him back?" Your friend asked yet another huge question, a question you haven't prepared an answer for.

You threw your head back, preventing your angry tears from falling, "My new year's resolution was to completely let go, but then he decides to show his stupid face in that annoying suit. Why am I getting the urge to slap him across the face?"

Juliet gave a look, finding your anger quite cute, "Because you think he's hot," You glared at Juliet, "and I think he is as well, but I've never seen you get so worked up over another man. You can't deny that you're still into him. Just face it and talk to Stephen and if he says he's still hung up on his ex then tell him, bye bitch, I got plenty of people lined up for me."

•••

You found Don waiting for you at the empty rooftop bar, though the fairy lights all around were on, there was nobody there but the two of you. Don was sitting at one of the sun beds, you smiled at him as you quietly approached and sat beside him, leaving your wool coat beside you.

"So, half an hour until the New Year, how are you feeling?" He broke the silence. 

"Nervous but I'm looking forward to what it has in-store for me," You paused, "So why are we really here Don?" You asked, not wanting to beat around the bush anymore. 

He chuckled, "Wow straight to the point— Well, I just wanted to tell you that I've had such a pleasure working with you these past three months. You're an amazing Doctor and you continue to surprise us with your passion and talent and because of that, I might’ve caught some feelings for you along the way." He worked so hard to find the right words and not stutter as you listened to him intently.

"So this is what it's all about, all the flowers and chocolates–" You chuckled but Don gave you a confused look.

"What flowers?"

"The flower boxes? You've sent like heaps of them, with notes of encouragement?" You repeat yourself. 

Don shook his head, "I didn't send you any flowers ye—" His phone rang in his pockets, "Sorry, I got to take this, it's the hospital." Don stood up to take the call.

"Yeah, sure." You replied in a low voice, trying to put things together, you played with your fingers as you got lost in your thoughts. Don glanced at you several times and took a few minutes on the phone before coming back with a disappointed look on his face.

“(Y/N), I have to go. There’s been an out of hospital cardiac arrest, can we do a rain check?” He asked, reaching for his jacket that hung on a chair and apologised. "I'm so sorry.”

“It’s alright, I understand, go.” You held his hand and reassured him with a kind smile. Getting a little embarrassed, he replied with an apologetic smile. Your sigh was accompanied by the sting of cold air touching your skin as you sat in silence. As you stepped out of your chair, you found yourself looking at the spectacular view of the city from the balcony railing, everyone was awake, waiting for the new year to arrive. Your sentiments were enhanced by the view, the weather and the reset of the earth's orbit around the sun. Your mind’s feeling nostalgic about the good things that happened to you and you begin to feel grateful for meeting amazing people, including Stephen.

“I hope he’s got one hell of an excuse.” Suddenly, Stephen interrupted your train of thought, making you jump lightly and turn around, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” As Stephen continued to walk, he paused for a moment, hands in his pockets, and then he continued back to you. 

“He does actually, out of hospital cardiac arrest.” You answered without looking at him and went on admiring the city while he was admiring you.

Stephen nodded, now looking at the sparkling horizon as well. Even though there was no awkwardness between you, the silence between you felt heavy, especially since both of you still have some things on your minds.

“(Y/N),” “Stephen,” All of a sudden, both of you spoke at the same time, causing you both to laugh casually, Stephen insisting that you go first.

“It was all you wasn’t it?” 

“Can you elaborate on that?” The man asked with his eyebrows raised. 

“The chocolates, the flowers, the notes. All the weird coincidental things that've been happening in the last few months. That was all you, wasn’t it?” You elaborated just like he asked and he nodded.

“Yes, that was all me– well this kid actually helped me– but I’m trying to make up for the things I wasn’t able to do when we were with each other,” he confessed, casting a quick glance at your face.

“Why? I didn’t ask for any-” 

“Exactly, you didn’t ask but you deserve everything, little things or big, you deserve all the good- great things.” Although his voice was calm, there was a sense of passion in his delivery.

“I went to your place once to return your belongings,”

“I know.”

“I stood there for a while trying to find the courage to knock but I couldn’t,” 

“I know.”

“So, I took them back with me, secretly hoping that you would at least send me a text or give me a call, maybe even show up at my door asking me to give it back to you, I kept it as an excuse for you to come back to me but you never did,” Your voice gave out as if you’re holding your tears back, because now you knew that he saw you but didn’t do anything about it, “And now you show up out of nowhere.”

Stephen dropped his gaze as you explained the reason behind your visit. Hearing the sound of your voice breaking and trying to keep a brave face was like a bullet to the chest, “The reason why I didn’t do anything was because I needed to clear my head. You of all people knew how messed up I was, you asked me to find my happiness, so I followed what you asked of me that night.”

There was a good reason why you kept your mouth shut; you did ask him to find out what makes him truly happy and that is what he did.

With his fingers running along the edges of your cheeks, he cups your face with his hands, his eyes glistening “I'm a huge asshole for hurting you the way I did, you; a beautiful, smart, kind… breathtaking woman, don’t deserve someone like me but If I could repeat it again, I would do the same thing and watch you walk away. Because I would rather have you feel upset than me trying to fix things at the wrong time and hurt you even more in the process.” 

After placing your hands over his, you closed your eyes for a moment, savouring the sensation of his hand resting on your cheek, “So did you find it? Your happiness?” Your eyes fluttering open, you look up into his once again, unable to look away as you gaze into the depths of his eyes.

“Yes, I did find my happiness-” Stephen drew closer to you, he looked at you intently, tucking strands of your hair away from your face, your pensive gaze transforming into a smile as you let him know that you are genuinely happy for him. Something about his gaze has never been captured by you before. The longer you stand under it, the weaker your knees feel.

Stephen wipes a tear from your eyes as you whisper, "I'm really happy that you found what makes you happy, Stephen.”

“I’m looking at her right now.” He proclaimed in his deep voice that could melt ice bergs. Your eyes slightly widen in surprise, the knot in the pit of your stomach tightens as Stephen inches closer. Finding it difficult to meet your eyes as your lips constantly entice his attention, every second spent without tasting your lips was killing him.

"(Y/N)?" Juliet called your name and you pushed yourself free from Stephen's grasp. After seeing Stephen there and not Don, Juliet narrowed her eyes slightly. She also felt like she interrupted something, "Are you… coming back for the countdown?" 

You look at Stephen who looks dismayed as he turns his back towards your friend, his expressions begging you to stay.

You cleared your throat,"Yeah, I'll be right there." You turned your attention back to Strange who stood still, rooted in his position, "I'm going to go back, it was nice seeing you, Stephen." You bit your lip, but Stephen said nothing, which prompted you to begin walking back and following Juliet.

It was a sharp sound of Stephen's rapid footsteps gaining momentum behind you which caught your attention, and you felt his calloused hand snagging your wrist, the next thing you know you're being gently pinned against the wall, "Stephen!" You blurted out of surprise. 

It was like the whole world melted away as Stephen sealed your lips with his, the countdown, the fireworks all turned into nothing but background noise, the atmosphere became ethereal, heavy, and beautiful. Having tasted the taste of soft lips, his kisses began to become urgent; hot and consuming. It seemed like you were losing your grip on reality when he gently slid his arms across the back of your waist securely as your knees collapsed, closing the space between your bodies. His other hand supported the back of your head. It was just as passionate for you to reciprocate his kiss, your fingers digging into his broad shoulders with just as much passion. When Stephen reached the limit of his lungs, he was forced to pull away from you after missing the feel of your lips .

He kept that close distance, his nose lightly grazing your cheek, his breath heavy, "Come back to me. Tell me I'm not too late, please tell me you're not in love with someone else. I don’t want to fall in love unless it's with you, you're the one I want to share my life with. If you give me another chance I'll prove to you how much I love you, my words aren't going to get me anywhere so please, let me show you." Stephen pleaded and took your hands, squeezing it for dear life, scared that you would walk away, “I’m yours.”

You felt speechless, after all you've been through you're finally hearing what the words you want to hear from him. You've never seen him act this way, his whole demeanour screams that he was scared to lose you, again, "Are you really the same man who threw my feelings out the window? Because if this is a dream, then I don't want to wake up. I'll give you this as your one last chance, Stephen, it's a new year, we can start over." You whispered with a quivering smile, standing on your toes to leave a kiss on his cheek. After hearing the three simple words you said, Stephen slowly sighed with relief, and he embraced you with a smile that grew wider.

The two of you turned around and watched the fireworks lit up and brought colour to the night sky, "Now I have to think of a new, new year's resolution." 

After removing his jacket, Stephen threw it over your shoulder and asked, "Why? What was it?" 

"I was going to throw your things out in the trash." You casually admitted and the look on his face made your laugh, "What? It's taking up too much space. My mom thought I joined a cult." 

Steve laughed sarcastically and squeezed your shoulders, "Wait till you tell her that a cult master is in love with you." 

When you look up at him, you tilt your head teasingly, "Did you just say you're in love with me?" 

"Oh shit, did I? Must've slipped." He hissed softly, "Can I take it back?" 

"Sorry, no refunds."

Stephen asked for reassurance, "Are you in love with me too?" You managed to keep an innocent face, keeping your heart to yourself as you took Stephen's hand in yours.

The cold wind whipped against your arms and you brushed it off. "Oh, it's so cold, let's go in." You went to get your wool coat which you had left on the beds, Stephen eyeing you as you walked by him, still waiting for an answer.

"(Y/N)?" Stephen followed you inside like a puppy, "You're in love with me right?" 

#stephen strange #benedict cumberbatch imagine #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x you #marvel x you #benedict cumberbatch x reader #benedict cumberbatch #benedict cumberbatch x you #doctor strange imagine #doctor strange x you #doctor strange #doctor strange x reader #dr strange x reader #dr strange x you #doctor strange fanfiction

[nakasumi-sims]

Got tagged by @stargazer-sims for more stuffs! But Iet Tea pick the character and they chose Nicholas.

Nicholas Beasley

• What uncommon/common fear do they have?

He's recently gained a fear of sex after being assaulted. Any kind of intimate touching or getting on top of him freaks him out, but he is working on it.

• Do they have any pet peeves?

When people call him nicknames of his name, big messes especially in the common areas

• What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

A collection of the Lord of the Rings books, his laptop, a small pile of dirty clothes on the floor next to the foot of the bed. He doesn't have a ton in his room cause it's a dorm room he shares with Ash and they take up a lot of the space. But his corner has some geeky posters and such.

• What do they notice first in a person?

Usually something they're wearing or carrying then their demeanor. Someone looking hostile and unapproachable hasn't stopped him from going up to them and trying to strike up a conversation. In fact, Cody's paranormal creature keychains at the time caught Nicholas' attention during a club fair and he went up to him even though Cody looked like he'd murder him for even daring to approach. Luckily, talking about paranormal things eased Cody out of his shell, so they became fast friends and started the club that day since neither of them found any other clubs interesting.

• On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

About an 8

• Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

It very much depends on the situation. Most situations he stands up to whatever it is. But there's situations where he needs to flee like if the cops get called on the club for trespassing or something since he can't get in trouble with the police if he wants his dream job of being a forest ranger.

• Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

He's an only child and it's just him and his parents, Jonathan and Holly. He's very much a family person though and he finds his parents as huge supports for him. He visits on most holidays too even if they are across the country.

• What animal represents them best?

Probably a lion or a bear. But there's also this pufferfish that he found on a sake cup that he thinks looks like him if he puffs his cheeks.

• What is a smell that they dislike?

He doesn't like the smell of blood or artificial banana

• Have they broken any bones?

Surprisingly, no.

• How would a stranger likely describe them?

Average height guy with a lot of muscle, kinda nerdy looking but also handsome. He gets completely thrown off when people compliment his looks since he was teased for his looks for most of his school years.

• Are they a night owl or a morning bird?

He's definitely a morning person. He gets up almost every morning to go running and hit the gym before classes.

• What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

He hates the taste of artificial banana and he loves curry.

• Do they have any hobbies?

When he has spare time, he plays video games. His main hobby is making beer and ciders.

• Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?

He'd be startled initially since it's not something he's used to, but he'd enjoy it. Regular surprises, it depends. He gets regularly surprised by Ash being chaotic which doesn't throw him too much. Being a paranormal investigator usually brings surprises, but he's used to those too.

• Do they like to wear jewelry?

Not really. He's not used to wearing any, but when he was a sophomore in high school he wore a ring on his ring finger for about a month because he had a crush on girl. He kept that hand mostly hidden under his jacket sleeve so no one would notice. Eventually, he got caught by some classmates and got relentlessly teased about it and then never wore it again.

• Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

His handwriting is a little messy, but legible. Probably 2nd or 3rd best of the group.

• What are two emotions they feel the most?

Happiness and frustration. Ash pushes his buttons daily and knows exactly how to push them just right.

• Do they have a favorite fabric?

Flannel

• What kind of accent do they have?

I guess I'd say a typical American accent? He's from the east coast. He actually has a voice claim so if you wanna know exactly what he sounds like you can check it out here! (https://youtube.com/@AVNJ)

Aaaaaand now for the tagging (obviously voluntary) @pralinesims @poisonedsimmer @simmireen @j3lly-fish

#sims 4 #naka's sims #ts4 #nicholas beasley #naka answers #tag game

[lefemmerougewriter]

Rise of the Scarlet Wildcat

Catra tells Adora to break-up with Pearl and it goes badly. She gets thrown out. Adora tries to search for Catra, with the assistance of friends, and is unsuccessful. One day, everything changes for the wildcat when she meets someone, dressed in a red trench-coat and fedora, that... she never expected. They have a much deeper connection than either had originally anticipated.

Characters: Catra, Adora, Pearl (implied), Carmen Sandiego

Friendships: N/A (?)

Romantic pairings: Catra / Adora / Pearl [formerly], Adora / Pearl, Catra / Adora [formerly], Catra / Carmen Sandiego [presently], Carmen Sandiego / Julia Argent [formerly]

Words: 1970

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52999234

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1413710022-rise-of-the-scarlet-wildcat

Quotev: https://www.quotev.com/story/16296028/Rise-of-the-Scarlet-Wildcat

A/N: After writing my Red Moonstone fic ("A Red Moonstone Shines Brightly"), and my Catsandra fic ("Cassandra and the Catgirl from the Sky"), both of which are inspirations for this story, I decided to write this one. It is a spinoff from my "An Unlikely Alliance" series. For the full context, please read that series, with some of the chapters of that series also listed as story inspiration for this fic. This is one crack ship I thought would be interesting considering what happened in that series.

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It had been over a year since Catra, with assistance from the geeky princess, Entrapta, had gone through a portal from Etheria to Earth. She confessed to Adora, a girl and childhood friend that she slowly realized she had feelings for. However, Adora already was in a relationship with another woman: Pearl! Over time, she came around to Pearl. At the same time, Adora started to realize that she loved Catra as well. All three of them had become a trouple and returned to Earth, just in time for a dance party in Beach City.

Good things don’t always last. Pearl began to get on Catra’s nerves more and more every day. While she ignored it at first, one day she blew up. She demanded that Adora break up with Pearl. She explained that even though she deeply loved Adora, she found Pearl to be annoying, bossy, and inconsiderate. Adora took offense at this, explaining that she would not have "such toxicity" in her life. She asked Catra to leave. Bawling her eyes out, she flew out of the apartment window, with glass smashing around her. She had nothing but the shirt on her back. She vowed to never return.

Adora realized she had handled this badly. She had made a big mistake. Catra was gone. Adora stood on her apartment's balcony, sobbing as raindrops streaked down her cheeks. As the days passed, her friends on Earth searched for Catra high and low, in every nook and cranny. This was to no avail. Pearl comforted her in these dark days.

She realized something: Catra didn’t want to be found. She wanted to disappear. Adora accepted this and went on with her life. One day, this all changed.

Yawning, Catra stretched. She opened one eye and got up with a start. She didn't know where she was. After moving her arms a bit more, she realized that her dirty and soot-laden clothes had disappeared. Instead, she had on gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt. The front was emblazoned with the words "Black Sheep Incorporated." On the back was the saying "A Charity for the Masses." As she began to take off her shirt, a beautiful woman, wearing a red v-neck t-shirt and gray sweatpants, with a white drawstring, approached her. "Oh, you are finally up! I thought you might like some warm tea."

Unsure of how to respond, Catra fumbled her words. "Uh…sure…that’s fine." Before she could say anything more, Carmen interrupted. She sighed. She wanted to make sure that this woman was ok. When she found her the previous night, she didn’t look too good. "I’m sorry I had to change your clothes last night…I couldn’t turn my back on someone in need." Catra nodded. Carmen then added, "you were drunk…and at one of the BSI shelters…so I thought I'd help." This sounded a little fishy to Catra. This woman took her in after she was drunk. How could she be sure that this woman didn’t do anything to her during the night?

Carmen tried to lay off any suspicion. "Nothing happened last night, if that's what you are thinking…I'm not that type of person anymore." Catra raised an eyebrow. What the heck did this woman mean by that? Had she done something in the past? Carmen interjected once more to clarify. "I mean that I’m not in a relationship anymore. We parted ways. She’s still living in Tokyo and working at the VILE Museum."

Catra understood a little more. She recognized this woman, although she hadn't at first. She blurted out, "you’re Carmen Sandiego, aren’t you? The one that Adora kissed on the date in that lagoon? She told me about that." This took her aback. How could this woman know that? Who was she, anyway? Then a thought came to her mind. She must be the other woman she had heard about from her friends. She never saw that woman in person since she and Jules had missed the dance party in Beach City. "Uh, yes," she answered. This couldn’t be a coincidence. "Are you…Catra by chance?"

This was a little awkward. She knew that Adora had a crush on her. Later, something she learned made Pearl jealous. She also remembered the time, after she and Jules crashed into a skyscraper, that Adora visited her in a Japanese hospital. She was unaware how much it was common knowledge, among her many friends. How many people knew about the date she had with Adora in the lagoon?

Catra answered without hesitation. "Yeah, that’s me." Then she added, "I don’t use my last name for…certain reasons." Carmen was fine with that. Wanting to get back at Adora since she refused to dump Pearl, Catra came up with a devious plan. There was one hitch: it required Carmen's consent. What she was about to do would be risky. She hoped it would be worth it in the end.

"So…Carmen…can I kiss you?" This caught her completely by surprise. At the same time, it made as her happy as when Adora asked her out on a date, all that time ago. After all, she was bisexual. Even so, she was romantically drawn more to women than men. She struggled with taking off Catra’s clothes the previous night. She almost collapsed since touching another woman's body made her various embarrassed. Breathing deeply, and coming back to reality, Carmen answered, with a hint of hesitancy. "Yes?" She then added, "I don’t know you that well…yet…so, maybe we should take it slow?"

Gritting her teeth, Catra grabbed the reddish phone from a nearby table. She started to apologize. "I'm sorry in advance for what I’m about to do…I have to make someone jealous." Carmen nervously looked at her. The phone rang, with a new video call. A blonde-haired woman picked up. She was not expecting a call. "Carmen, we haven’t talked in such a long time…is everything ok?" Catra then looked into the camera and snickered loudly. She pulled Carmen close and turned her head toward the camera. "Adora, this is what happens when you dump me!"

Her lips touched the soft, succulent lips of her counterpart. Staring into her gray-blue eyes, Catra was entranced. Carmen’s lush auburn hair touched her forehead. If she had seen the trademark red trench-coat, and hat, like Adora had, that day she first spotted her in Beach City, she would have felt the same way. They both continued kissing, leading to further shock, and almost horror, from Adora.

Catra stopped for a second, breaking out of their tender embrace. She exclaimed, "and I’m dating her!" She clicked off the screen. Carmen wasn't sure what she had gotten herself into. What was Catra’s deal? Why did she want to get back at Adora? Putting that all aside, a cat-like woman, with slender and athletic build, had kissed her. And she couldn’t get enough of it. She smooched Catra on the cheek and whispered, "so, can I keep kissing you?" Catra shrugged. She could see now why Adora was so drawn in by her. As the night wore on, they cuddled. Carmen jokingly played with Catra. She used toys that would excite a cat, like a fake mouse and a ball of yarn.

As they lay on the couch next to one other, Carmen asked her what this was all about. She wanted to know. "Why did you call Adora...to make her jealous?" Catra cleared her throat. She had to tell the truth, even if it embarrassed her, at least this time. "I wanted to make her feel like she was missing out...since you were kind of her ex and all." Carmen laughed. She had only met Catra the previous night. But now she felt she couldn’t live without her. As she petted Catra behind her catlike ears, causing her to purr, she said "I know I said we should go slow, but...I really want to be with you...and I won't leave you behind."

Catra rubbed up against her. Resting her chin on Carmen’s chest, her almond heterochromatic eyes stared at Carmen. She felt so comfortable that the claws, on her toes and hands, had retracted. Her tail even began to wrap around Carmen’s body. They both felt safe with one another. As Carmen began stroking the wild, and spiked, cedar brown hair below Catra’s ears, Catra said softly, "Pearl is annoying, you know." Carmen nodded. She did find Pearl a bit extra sometimes. She then said, "I’ve heard that she can be controlling, has an inferiority complex, is pessimistic about humanity, can be selfish, and betrayed the trust of a Gem Warrior." Catra continued to purr. She couldn’t agree more with what Carmen was saying. Adora and Pearl had some sort of special bond, apparently forged on Etheria. It was much more than what she and Adora had. At least, that’s how it felt to her.

"I know she has pale skin, blue eyes, and peach-colored hair, and that she can be devoted. That might be something Adora needs. But I'm not part of that...and that’s okay." Carmen pulled Catra closer. She quickly fell asleep, with Catra in her arms. Both slept on the couch that night, getting closer than either one had imagined at the beginning of the day.

The sun shone through the apartment window. Carmen stretched and opened her eyes. Catra wasn't there! In a gesture of goodwill, she walked in with two teacups on a tray. "Good morning! Here’s your tea." Carmen carefully grabbed it off the tray and drank it. As she did so, she began to burn her tongue. She appreciated this. But she had to put the cup down before she hurt herself.

"I’d drink it but…it's too hot." Catra cringed. She half-expected this would happen. She began muttering and bowing her head. "I'm sorry…I won't do it again...I'm sorry, I won't disappoint you." Carmen got up. She hugged Catra tightly. She didn’t know everything that her feline friend had been through. But she guessed, rightly so, that Catra had been traumatized, in one way or another. "It’s okay, wildcat," she began. She then added, "you can take it easy...no need to apologize...I'll show you how it's done later."

Carmen was more chill than in the past. Recently, she had retired, discarding her original desire to become a model. Her friends Zack and Ivy had finally been returned to normal, after they were turned into caramelized monsters in a candy colony gone wrong. She barely talked to them anymore. Even Player had gone on to do his own thing. He became a member of ACME, so he could continue fighting evildoers. Even so, he had his doubts about private intelligence services becoming the salvation of the masses. The pay was good, so he stayed there.

"You are the best cat-person I know," Carmen exclaimed. She snickered, adding, "and the cutest." This made Catra's face warm. She began to blush. How could she have known that a woman who saved her from the dumps would be so nice and caring? If Adora had treated her like this, instead of staying with Pearl, then it might have been different. Maybe in some other universe, she and Adora were together, having a grand-old time, and traveled the galaxy together. However, in this world, she was happy where she was, and wouldn’t do anything differently.

At one point, Catra remarked, "together, we are the scarlet wildcat…and that’s alright." Carmen wasn’t sure exactly what she meant and she didn’t care. She gave her a peck on the cheek and continued hugging her. Even with war, famine, disease, and oppression across the world, for them, everything would be fine, no matter what happened next.

End note: This fic is also meant to show struggles in polyamorous relationships, as Catra / Adora / Pearl were in such a relationship before it fell apart. I used the “Carmen Sandiego (2019 character)” page on the Carmen Sandiego Wiki and the “Catra” page on the She-Ra and the Princesses of Power Wiki in this fic. I’m thinking of writing another fic which is like this one, but from Pearl’s perspective. I forgot how wild "An Unlikely Alliance" series was. After writing this fic, am inspired to rewrite it (on squidgeworld.org). A lot of this fic was written a while back (the file history on my computer says I started writing it in late December 2022). I'm in a different headspace nowadays and would probably write something differently. However, I wanted to get this story out there into the world. Where the story goes from here, I don't know! But I'm totally down to possibly continue this in the future.

#carulia #carmen sandiego #catra shera #catra she ra #catra #catra x adora #adora x pearl #catra x adora x pearl #crossover fan fiction #crossover #an unlikely alliance against evildoers #red moonstone #catsandra #spinoff

[romerona]

Chapter 11: The beginning of the end.

-In which the daughter of the Lord of Darkness who was born with the sole purpose of destroying the universe falls in love with Peter Parker.-

Masterlist.

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Carina had a few crushes in her life, two to be exact, her first crush was when she was six, a boy called Isaiah Mcdougal, he was a lot older than her, he was fifteen if she recalls correctly, he had the most beautiful olive skin, and hazel colour eyes that reminded her of the colour of her favourite tea, she always watched him from afar, it was a little bit stalkerish but at the time Carina didn't though so.

He was the son of a woman who came for guidance, her husband had abandoned them and she needed to find herself again, Isaiah needed guidance too because apparently he was going down a wrong path, whatever that meant.

He was nice, truly, and although Carina was shy and hardly spoke to him, whenever they did share a few words he was always nice to her,- polite more than anything now that she thinks about it- then a day of august the two left, having found their path again which was not in the mystic arts, it was sad but Carina was glad they found what they were looking for.

Her second crush was a bit odder, something she didn't expect but she couldn't help but fancy, Kovu from The Lion King 2. Carina didn't know what possessed her for her to find an animated Lion attractive, but she did, maybe it was the dark mane or the charming green eyes, but what carina truly consider very attractive was his personality, something about it was just so intriguing and enticing to her, and his story with Kiara, his character development, it made her heart fluttered at the thought of a boy like that.

She thought the lion was the end of it. But it seems she had something for animated personalities.

Now, she had to add Milo James Thatch to the list, the geeky, lanky boy from Atlantis: The lost Empire. He was so endearing, so soft-spoken yet determined, awkward to a fault, imaginative, full of peculiar ideas, a bit of a loner, although he is delighted to share his knowledge with the others, so loyal and nerdy. Carina found she liked that very much, she liked him very much.

By the time the movie had ended, Carina realized she had developed a crush when she felt disappointed she wasn't going to see his brown eyes behind those round spectacles anymore.

Currently, she was following behind the group of kids who were watching the movie with her to the east courtyard where most of the adults were drinking their night away, but most importantly where the sweet table was. It was a quick walk, thankfully. Grabbing a few chocolate cover strawberries and a cup of chocolate milk she leaned against a pillar to observe the courtyard, as she had nothing better to do and still did not want to go to bed.

The courtyard looked as it always did on the full moon parties, the levitating candles that were burning around the courtyard illuminating the space along with the fairy lights that stretched from one side of the roof to another and around trees, the sound of the drums echoing around the area, over the chatting people, most adults with a drink on their hands, some already stumbling, others happily chatting with their friends or opening a portal to wherever is it that they're going, overall having a good time, which is exactly what the full moon parties are actually about despite of what the masters say.

But Carina couldn't enjoy it, she felt there was something on the back of her head that didn't let her be, a nagging feeling, a dull pain on her chest, like an itch she couldn't reach because it was under her skin. 

"What's with the long face?" 

Snapping her head to the side, she was met with Stephen Strange, the new and improved Stephen Strange, he had cut his beard and hair a few days ago and Carina still couldn't believe the difference between now and then, he looked decent now, expensive, if she could use that word to describe him.

Carina frowned, looking up at him, "What long face?"

"The one you have," Stephen said, his eyes set ahead, gazing at the people while holding a cup of ale in one of his hands. "Was the movie that bad?"

"I actually really enjoyed it, it was rather interesting." Carina huffs, after taking a strawberry she offered Stephen some. He looked down at the plate and grabbed one. "And I do not have a long face."

"Maybe you haven't noticed it but you do." He mumbled with a shrug, taking a bite of the strawberry.

Carina pursed her lips, she was still a bit gutted about Milo James but she didn't think it was that bad to have a sour look, or maybe it's not that but rather the dull pain on her head, regardless she wasn't going to admit either of them.

"I do not," She scoffs stubbornly, sending him a quick annoyed look, "Anyways, how are you enjoying the evening?"

Stephen shrugged, taking a sip of his ale. "I can see why people enjoy the beer so much, and this evening it's going better than my afternoon, so, I'll say I'm enjoying it."

"What happen this afternoon?" Carina questions, always the nosey one.

"Wong didn't let me borrow the books of  Astral Projection." He grunts sourly, and by the look on his face, Carina could tell he was still annoyed. "He said I'm not ready."

"Maybe you're not." Carina couldn't help but let out a soft laugh at the annoyingly impatient glare he was giving her. "Wong knows best, he is one of the best sorcerers in here, the third best just behind the Supreme and Mordo, I reckon." 

Stephen purses his lips, eyes glimmering with frustration. "I thought I prove myself already, and I am ready. I already read all I had to about spell casting, the next is Astral Projection. I refused to pause now, I can't."

Carina regarded him, he was admirable yet terribly stubborn and agitated to do things quickly, that is something she knew since she first meet him, but she could tell something has change in him, he was less rigid, more open to his spirit. He finally listen to what the Ancient One had been telling him and open his eyes and let go of his seldom.

"He doesn't even know who Beyonce is," Stephen continues to ramble, grabbing another strawberry from her plate mindlessly. "Who doesn't know Beyonce? It's like not knowing who the Avengers are."

Carina snickers softly knowing that Beyonce is one of Wong's favourite artists, along with Rihanna, J. Cole and BTS but just like his love for awful jokes, his music taste is a secret only a few chosen ones know about. "He's just reserved when it comes to his likes."

"Yeah, I gathered that already, and where is he anyways?" Stephen asks, eyes roaming the people while Carina holds her cup of chocolate milk to her lips.

But before she could take a sip, someone nudge her hard from behind making her stumbled a little and the milk to splash on her chin and clothes.

"Oops, I'm so sorry Miss Agamotto, I didn't see you there," Hanna said with obvious fake remorse. 

Carina looked back at her as she walked away, giggling with Eloise and her other friends.

"I still don't understand why don't you say anything to them, or the Ancient One for that matter." Said Stephen, who was glaring at the back of the girl's heads.

"You know me, I don't want to create more problems." Carina sighs, wiping her mouth with her sleeve.

"Oh, come on, Carina." Stephen huffs, opening a portal to the sweet table and grabbing a napkin. "For how long have they been harassing you?"

"Does it matter?" Carina was impressed by how quickly his ability of portal opening improved in the past days, her eyes narrowing in thought as an idea formed in her mind while taking the napkin Stephen was handing her.

"It does, why do they bother you thought?" He asks, glancing down at her with a confused look.

Carina shrugged, trying to dry her chocolate stained robes with the napkin. "Agamotto is a horrible name to live up to, and they just like to make sure I know how terrible I am at doing so."

Stephens's lips fell into a tin line, an emotion flickers through his features, "Why aren't you allowed to learn magic with the other kids?"

"All I know is that I am the last legacy of the most powerful family of sorcerers, Stephen," Carina told him, trying to sound as indifferent as she could, trying to sound as if she hadn't spent nights laying awake on her bed over that fact. "My magic is quite different from yours or anyone on this temple, I'm... special and my time to learn will come but it's not now,"

Or at least that's what the Ancient One always tells her.

"That makes sense, I guess, I read about your family the other day–," Stephen says, once again looking ahead.

"All the overachievers Agamottos," Carina mumbles, recalling what she had read about her family too, there was a whole book about them.

Each Agamotto accomplished something historic in their own way, something that changed the Mystic Arts drastically, it could be a spell, a form of casting, a newly discovered dimension, a book, a won battle, an artefact, all of it worthy of praise and respect.

'The Agamottos are fated to greatness' was one of the most prominent lines of the book, almost like the motto of the family.

"If you are anything like them, I'm sure you'd become the best sorcerer around," Stephen said, nudging her arm. "Only behind me, that is."

Carina scoffs a laugh, if you're anything like them, that's quite the burden. "You sure have a way with words, Stephen."

"I try." Said Stephen with faux petulancy, a familiar smirk on his face. "And I think they are jealous, those girls,"

"Of what?" Carina asks, frowning hardly believing she had anything people ought to be jealous about.

"Because despite it all, you are still an Agamotto, the best there is, it's bound to bring envy from people."

Carina hums, lips pursing in thought. Envy over a name? That's stupid. "I take it you've experienced envious people before?"

"A few, I am the best neurosurgeon in America after all," Stephen told her, a soft proud smile on his face before it went away. "Or was, for that matter, now I am in a temple learning about Mystic Arts or trying to but Wong won't give me the books I need-- wait," He turned to Carina in question. "You won't be able to get them for me, would you? You get them for you and then you handed them to me?"

Carina laughs softly, shaking her head. "Last time I let you borrow a book from me, Wong banned me from getting any books, I can't risk it."

"Right." Stephens sighs defeatedly, looking away.

"But I can give you an idea..." Carina trails off, making Stephen glance at her.

"What?"

Carina looked around, making sure no one was at earshot and motioned Stephen to lean down to her level. "You didn't hear this from me, okay? Because you'll be breaking the rules."

"Sure." Stephen rolled his eyes, unamused.

"Now that you can open portals, you can use that to...  get things quickly and without much effort, if you understand what I'm talking about," Carina whispered, eyes gazing over the courtyard, before sending Stephen a pointed look.

It took him a second but when his eyes shinned with realization, Carina knew he had understood what she had told him, he grinned at her nodding his head once as he straightened up back to his height.

"Understood."

"But be quiet, find a time Wong's distracted." She told him, a yawn ripping out of her, alarming her that she needed to sleep.

"When he's distracted with what? He doesn't seem to like anything." Stephen scoffs, crossing his arms.

"He sometimes likes to listen to his cassettes, when it's a slow day or night, maybe he's doing it now,"  She told him, leaving her plate and cup on an empty table, "I'm going to bed now, good luck."

"Yeah, thanks," Stephen said, sending her a quick dismissive wave.

"And remember not to tell anyone or we're both going down."

"Yeah, yeah, I understood it after the first time you told me that,  just go to sleep."

"Fine, have a good night then, Mr knows it all," Carina said, walking away to her bedroom, hoping with all her soul that it'll be a whisper-less night.

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It wasn't, if anything it became worse.

As the days pass, the whispers turn louder, it was almost as if they were whispering next to her. Carina still didn't understand what they were saying, no matter how much attention she put into comprehending them, nothing was clear.

She couldn't sleep, the nagging on her head had turned into a sharp, painful throbbing, which was gradually getting worst.

It was making her crazy.

And it sure was showing, for Stephen had come up to her one evening and asked her if she was sick but not after complaining to her that Wong snitched on him, and that the Ancient One had taught him to open a portal to the mirror Dimension. She gave him a quick congratulations and made sure to tell him that she had been sleeping later than normal, he seemed reluctant to believe her, but at the time he seemed to do so.

Carina made a point to avoid him, Wong and the Ancient One in fear of questioning, because as the nights pass the bags under her eyes became darker than usual and she knew it was matter of time before they notice it.

There were nights when she had cried from exhaustion, rapping her pillow around her head, in hopes for the whispers to leave her alone, but all futile, of course.

Carina should tell the Ancient One, she knows, but she had trouble doing so, always chickening out at the last minute, not wanting to feel like a burden or fear judgement from her, although Carina knows she won't be judged, but that was an irrational fear of her, one that's keeping her from telling the sorcerer or anyone else.

So, instead of telling anyone, Carina decided to take matters into her own hands, because she could handle it. It was vexing, painfully so, but she knew could handle it alone. She had handled things in her own life before, this shouldn't be any different, it was just a small inconvenience, nothing a bit of meditation can't solve.

I am in control.

I am in control.

I am in control.

Carina repeated that mantra over and over, day and night, there were days when she missed breakfast, lunch or dinner to meditate, but no matter how many times she did it, meditation didn't do much. The whispers had progressively gone from a few hours at night to hear them a few times during the day.

"Little star?" The Ancient One's voice cut through Carina's train of thought as she was walking back to her room making her halt in her steps.

Carina grimaced, she had been successful to avoid the Sorcerer in the past days but she knew the Supreme would came to her eventually, she just has hope that when the time came whatever was happening stop.

"Yes?" Carina mumbled as she turn to face the woman, keeping her gaze down.

The supreme walked in front of her, Carina could feel the burning gaze on the top of her head but she still didn't look up. "It's dinner time, I heard they were serving Coconut Curry, I know how much you like it."

"I-I'm not hungry at the moment," She turn her attention to her shoes, although coconut curry sounded divine at the moment, Carina didn't feel like being around people.

"That's new," The Ancient one hummed, tilting her head down to catch her gaze but Carina still didn't meet her eyes. "You never turned down Coconut Curry before..."

Carina shrugged, a hand on her necklace, feeling slightly irritated. "I'm just not hungry, but I'll grab some another time, If you excuse me I-."

"Look up at me, Carina." The supreme interrupted her, her tone of voice containing authority, making her flinch, she had only heard a couple of times before and never directed to her.

She slowly did as told, holding her gaze with the woman, whose eyes shinned with curiosity but mostly concern. "What's wrong, my dear star?"

"I–I'm just," Her heart was shouting at her to tell her, to tell the Supreme what was going on but her mind was stronger, her fear catching on. "I'm missing some sleep, that's all."

"Is that so?" The woman asked, placing a hand over her forehead and then her cheeks, Carina felt as if her eyes were staring down at her soul. "You're cold."

"Maybe I'm catching one." Carina offers meekly, hoping the sorcerer believes her.

"In that case, you would have been warm," The Ancient One moved her hand to the back of her neck, moving her hair out of the way.

Carina moved out of her touch as it was starting to irritate her, her amethyst eyes moving once again to the ground. "I just need a few hours of sleep and I'll be all right, now please, excuse me."

With that she turned and began walking back to her room, a hand rubbing her tired eyes, feeling drowsy when she finally reached her room. Carina threw her bag somewhere and lay on her bed, breathing heavily, her eyes roamed over the paintings on her walls, all different, the sun hiding behind a green hill, the ocean, a snowy mountain under the night sky, a field of flowers, and then, there was one in the blank, the last wall.

Without even thinking, she grabbed the pink paint and with her hands, she started drawing lines, and lines, she then grabbed the purple and painted over those same lines, mirroring them. Carina took a step back when she felt like it was done, the blank wall was now the home of an abstract symbol, a sigil, Carina noted, and although she had no idea what it meant, or how did she know how to draw it, it felt oddly familiar. 

She felt a chill running down her back, she ignored it and moved to the bed once again too tired to care, and not even bothering to change into her nightgown, Carina slumped into bed and fell asleep...

Whispers, those damned whispers awoke her once again, and Carina couldn't help but let out a sob, she was exhausted, so exhausted, she'll do anything for the stinging pain to cease.

What was happening to her?

When the next morning arrived something had changed, Carina felt off, an unsettling feeling forming in her stomach. It wasn't right, it was overwhelming.

She didn't make it to breakfast, the thought of food was nauseating, instead, she went straight to her morning classes, she was the first one in the class, saying a quick good morning to the professor, she went to sit on her usual seat.

"Carina, I have to leave for a moment, could you help me pass out these papers, please?" The professor asks, yet not waiting for her response as he hands her the large papers before heading out. "Thank you."

Without another option, Carina stood up and place the papers on each desk, where each student was seated. Soon, students began to flood in, each chatting happily with their friends, being blissfully loud, oblivious that they were giving Carina a headache. She sighs closing her eyes for a moment, to keep her ache from furthering.

"Hey, Miss walking failure," She heard the annoying voice of Eloise, "You haven't given me my papers, are you that useless you can't even do something as simple as hand out papers?"

"Would it be that surprising, though?" Hanna added, earring a few laughs around the class.

Carina let out air through her nose, jaw clenching as an unwanted heated feeling waved over her, she walk towards them, thankfully the two girls were sitting together so that made it easier to hand them the papers. With her head down she gave Hanna her papers, but took a bit to find Eloise as hers were on braille.

"Sbrigare," Eloise exclaimed, impatiently holding her hand out.

"Give me a second, would you?" Carina mumbled, rolling her eyes as she finally handed her the papers.

Eloise snatched the papers off her hands."Sei fottutamente inutile."

Carina gritted her teeth, it was new for her to feel such an overwhelming feeling, such overwhelming pressure to hurt Eloise, but she manage to bottle it up, she took a deep breath and kept handing out the last of the papers.

The professor wasn't back yet, leaving the students to keep chatting amongst themselves much to Carina's dismay.

She walked back to her seat, dragging her feet as she did so when suddenly, a gasp left her mouth when she felt a foot on her path sending her straight to the ground. Carina was lucky to break the fall with her hands and knees because otherwise, she would have plumped her face against the solid ground.

Laughter echoed around the room as she sat up, she glanced at her hands, they were red but there wasn't any scratch. Carina glared over her shoulder at Eloise, who was cackling with Hanna and a few of their friends.

"Awn, Miss Agamotto, are you going to cry?" Hanna laughed, pouting mockingly.

Eloise giggles, "Come on cry for us, Miss Agamotto."

"Cry for us." Hanna chanted, slapping her hand on the table.

"Cry for us."

The class had joined. "Cry for us."

"Cry for us."

Something engulf Carina, a feeling so awful she hardly believed it was coming from her but she couldn't help it, she indulge in the feeling, the rage, and then as if on cue, the whispers appeared.

"Cry for–"

"Shut up," She roared standing up, her hands turning into fists as she stared at the two girls, "Shut up. Shut Up."

Carina glared at them, not noticing the cracks forming under her feet, the flying things around her or the green angry flames engulfing every paper and part of the desks, she only noticed the scared look on the girl's face as they started to hover a few feet, skin turning a sickly shade of grey.

She didn't understand what she was doing but she couldn't stop, it was refreshing, energizing, addicting.

"Carina stop." Hanna choked out, tears falling down her face. "Please."

Eloise was sobbing, her glasses had broken, and were somewhere on the ground, she was twitching, her brown irises blown with fear. "I-I'm s-sorry, mi d-dispiace."

And like that, Carina realized what was happening, her fist loosening, she gasp looking around the room, the two girls slammed to the floor, still sobbing, crawling into a fetus position, the flames had burned out, and the things around her seemed to settle as well but Carina wasn't, she was choking on air, she couldn't breathe, she needed out.

Without another look, she took off, away from the mess she caused, ashamed and terrified of what she had done.

Carina felt like she was about to explode, her head was throbbing painfully, the whispers were so loud she couldn't even think, it felt as if someone was yelling in her ear, she just wanted to collapse, she wanted to let go, she wanted relief.

She wasn't in control.

She couldn't handle it alone as she thought, she was so stupid to think so, she needs the Ancient One, she'll know what's happening to her, she'll know how to help her.

Carina leaned against a wall, there was a sudden painful feeling on her chest, an overwhelming need to let go, but she couldn't, she needed to find the Ancient One. Bumping into people, murmuring weak apologies, she staggers to find the Supreme.

Carina knew she must look like a proper nuisance but she couldn't care less.

After what felt like an eternity, Carina found the Supreme in the courtyard, helping two students with their combat skills. Panting, she stumbled down the stairs, grunting as she felt something ripping on her chest.

"Carina!" Someone shouted, she couldn't recognize the voice and at this point, she didn't care, she was ready to pass out if it wasn't for the pressing whispers.

She felt someone grab her, it was a familiar touch, the Ancient Ones, she was telling her something, but nothing made sense. Carina felt another bolt of pain shooting through her chest, making her groan, and place her hands over her chest as she crumbled to the ground.

"What is happening to her?" Someone asked concern seems to be oozing out of their words.

"Strange, stay back–"

"Let me help, I can—"

"Stay back."

When Carina felt a hand on her back, she finally looks up and was met with the green alarmed eyes of the Supreme, it was the first time she had seen that look on her.

"The whispers. I can't –" she choked out, she felt as if she needs to sneeze, those moments where you suck air in to blow it out later, moments where you can't breathe, only inhale. "I-I can't..."

She heard the cracking of glass under her and for one second, for one breath, it was peaceful.

The second of calmness before the sneeze.

An overwhelming rush erupted out of her, the power of a tsunami, so strong she felt the ground beneath her shake, so strong she felt the glass cracked above her, so strong that for a moment Carina thought it might have ripped her chest open.

But at long last, she exhales.

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[teatimewithtana]

☾₊‧ Writerblr Introduction + WIP Links ・*・゜ °。*・

Hey #Writeblr community!✍🏻

I've never actually introduced myself on here. I've had this account for a very long time, but have never really been on here much. I want to change that, as I love how this is the "hide-away corner" of the internet of the social medias. Sorry my username is not exactly a writerly online-handle, but nevertheless—I write!

But anyway, hiya!👋🏻 My Generals:

> My name is Tana! > My Website : home to my blog, The Blue Label, and links to all my finished books. You'll find all things about me here, as well as a hidden surprise you'll have to click around to find! 😉 > My Instagram : full of tea-time aesthetic! Tea parties, finger-food-delights, and books?! And you're invited! > My Pinterest : helpful and aesthetic boards for writers and booklovers alike! Here, you'll find tips, tricks, art, memes, and heavenly inspired, hand-picked-with-you-in-mind aesthetic image pieces 💛 also aesthetic boards for my geeky fandoms and my WIPs. > My TikTok : full of my writerly dilemmas in the silliest, over-the-top, and most irrational of manners in under ten minutes, as well as exclusive content to my research adventures for my WIPs 🤪 Laugh at that quirky, writer drama with me! > My Vintage Shop : a place where elegance and the divine are stuck in time 🫦 one of my many hobbies—and most favorite!—is antique/thrift shopping for those one-of-kind French, vintage pieces to add to a space begging to be adorned with shiny, classy, sassy beauty. Who doesn't want to feel stuck out of time? Even if just for a little bit. > Always up for Ask and Tag Games! 💞

What I’m Writing: (cont. under the read more) 💜

Main WIPs:

> The Afterlife Chronicles (T.A.C.) : is a YA Fantasy series currently in the first draft and research stages about two paranormal-investigating besties with spiritual gifts that stumble upon the same ghost trail as a famous reality-tv paranormal crew. They join forces to take down the unexplainable and impossible supernatural activities going bump in the sleepless nights of an otherwise quiet cattle ranch. As the investigation unfolds, so do the secrets. About the spirits that haunt it, and about some of the investigators themselves.👻 Overall, the series will involve ghosts (spirits), angels and demons. > the girl who walks alone : a new collection of poems following the rise and fall of my twenties / trail-blazing behind my first published poetry book, WALLFLOWERS BURN WILD, a reflection of my past with my ex of five years. It is nothing more than pure rage and slam poetry, sprinkled with optimism and slivers of hope. A lot of my poetry reflects mental health, self-esteem, and personality issues. Plus many more. * My stories all focus on the themes of healthy and unhealthy family relationships, found family/friendship, overly complex socio/political/religious/magical conflicts, betrayal, revenge, second chances, and forgiveness, w/ romance and hopepunk happy endings even if it’s a dark situation.

Smaller projects on the back burner that you might hear me talk about from time to time:

> Tea Time with Tana : a podcast I've been dreaming about for half a decade, but haven't had the means or opportunity. . . until now! I will be starting it soon, as it is tailored to four main topics (but obviously not limited to them): Writing, books, tea, and vintage. Geek-talk will also be a big contributor, as I, myself, am a giant nerd for Scooby-Doo, Powerpuff Girls, anything written by Meg Cabot, and literally so much more! 😂 Once I start it, I'll provide the link in this post! > The Wiccan : a stand-alone novel I've written bits and pieces of that was originally going to be a true witch story. But now will be part of my T.A.C. universe. This will be the origin story of my Chronicles MC's ancestry line, in which so-many-great grandmothers ago, MC of The Wiccan struggles with her spiritual gift in the midst of the 1630s in Plymouth Colony, Massachusetts, where being even the slightest bit individualistic is lethal. A lot of re-researching and rewrites to be involved, but I'm very excited about this piece as well! 🙈 > Love Games, No One Like Alex, and other possible stories : you may hear me mention these other titles as they are back-burner WIPs that I haven't actually written yet but have toyed with the ideas for years and really want to make happen. Attention is minimal, but I can't help plotting, because that's just my mind. 😅

Other Stuff About Me: 

> Full Sail University BFA undergrad in Creative Writing 👩🏼‍🎓 > As I stated before, I'm a giant Geek! 🤓 But not just in fandoms to do with the fictional world, but also I'm really into art, history, and architecture! Interior and exterior design, just all things beauty. Visually and intellectually. 🥴 > I'm a spiritual Christian! Though I'm new on my walk with Christ, I'm excited for where he will take me throughout the course of my journey in this life and what it is I am to learn before I come home. My current WIP, The Afterlife Chronicles, has helped me find Jesus, which has made writing this series all the more special. 💗 Please feel welcome here, as I love everyone and am open to any and all compassionate conversations! > I'm a Swiftie, loud and proud! 💘 > Mega-lover of grilled-cheese, carbs, cats, and soups! * No politics or current events allowed 🚫 there's enough noise outside Tumblr, let's keep this space safe.

Thank you so much for stopping here! I love you all 🤍

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[sweptawxy]

FIRST MEETINGS MEME A meme for first meetings and introduction threads, aka a ‘What you will notice about my muse first’ cheat sheet. Repost, don’t reblog. Bold what applies. Fill in details. (Please do not remove the credit + blank meme link)

tagged by: no one tagging: anyone who wants to!

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GENERAL APPEARANCE

Sex: Masculine. Feminine. Non-Binary. Notes: Fred is hard masculine, but he doesn’t mind wearing the occasional apron or doing things others deam more femininine if it makes his lieges happy. (Yes, he’ll do tea parties with little lissa all day)

Race: Human

Complexion: Peach with the smallest hint of a tan

Height: 6′2′’

Body Type: Endomorph. Mesomorph. Ectomorph. Other / More Details: Fred is a little squishy on the sides but he is full on muscle  everywhere else and has a stocky yet tall structure.

Body Build: Small. Medium. Athletic. Muscular. Soft. Curvy. Voluptuous.

Body Hair: None. Shaves/Waxes. Trims/Grooms. Untamed. Color: dark brown Notes: he does get the occasional stubble but he’s very good at grooming it and other body hair

Head Hair: None. Buzzed. Short. Medium. Long. Very Long. Asymmetrical Cut. Color: brown Style: curly

Eye color: dark brown

Scars: He has various scars all over his body.

FASHION

Fashion Style: Vintage. Traditional. Casual. Artsy. Vibrant. Geeky/Nerdy. Tomboy. Sporty. Trendy. Preppy. Girly. Bohemian. Elegant. Formal. Grunge. Punk. Rocker. Gothic.

Color Palette: neutral, though he tends to also go with blue and silver

Typical Clothing: He’s usually seen in his knight armor, but occasionally also sticks with his under shirt under that armor that has puffy sleeves and is all white and a thin material.

Piercings: n/a

Tattoos: n/a

EXPRESSION

General Facial Expression: Serious

Default Body Language: Straight and at attention, ready for anything

General Movements:  Towards the end of the situation with Grima, he has a limp.

NOTABLE FOR RP

Presence: Fred is a very calming presence when not on duty

Appearance: Always tidy

Scent: Earthy and vanilla

Voice Description: Deep, and commanding but can be calming

Accent: yes / no More information: assuming ylisse has an accent, that would be it.

Speech Mannerisms: Very formal

Anything else to add? nah

#muse: frederick #headcanons #dash games

[bloodypeachblog]

@festens-oc-hangout

What your favorite Festen OC says about you (feat my OC)

Marcus - You're the dad friend in your group OR you have a thing for yanderes

David - You had an emo phase that never exactly went away.

Corn - You visit 4chan and Reddit religiously OR you are a fan of Doctor Who

Nia - You like to go to Wiccan shops and enjoy tea.

Jeom - You get turned on by things that'd cause concern amongst the public OR you like to call your sex partners 'daddy'/'mommy' OR Daddy. Issues.

Chester - Your anime crush is Katsuki Bakugou OR you have an 'I can fix him with my love' complex.

Duke - Your favorite movie is the Princess Bride.

Elysium - You're currently banned from entering a few states

Remus - You want to dote on your sex partner OR you have a hypnosis kink OR you love puppies

Vlad - Let's face it, you get off to Alucard on a daily basis. (Hellsing or Castlevania? Yes.)

Griffin - You're the kind of person that doesn't care about looks.

Earnest - You're the geeky guy that likes to throw parties and serve snacks.

Sketch - You're a furry OR You're Marcus OR You're Earnest

Pamala - You enjoy butch mom characters, and honestly, who doesn't?

Mouse - You have nervous tendencies, but that doesn't stop you from having a family and doing what you love. Respect.

Sanchez - same reason as Vlad, but you love the Old West

Thomas - you're a history nerd or a gun nerd

Carla (David's mom) - She reminds you of your mom or your friend's mom

David's dad - The FBI is currently keeping an eye on your porn search history

David's sisters - you tend to make your own headcanons for characters you literally know nothing about.

FINALLY

Peach - You love self insert characters OR you need therapy

(Will there be a part 2? We'll see)

[cjoatprehn]

Alrighty!! I got caught up formatting a little easter egg answer version of this poem for those who are aware of my systemhood. I’m certain not many will click, because I don’t think I told folks in plural aside from my bio.

But! Back at it again with @skylerwitherspoon n’s prompts! Tonight I’ve written a longer one for Prompts 20.

Enjoy! Alt text goes over Discord’s character limit, so let’s see how Tumblr alt text handles it-!

Oohhhhkay…so not even Tumblr alt text can handle this poem. So I’ll drop the alt text below.

FluxCore

[20. Write a poem about your gender.]

I, Mx. Whisper, have many genders. /

As the idea of it all is a construct of a lack of fluidity. /

I’m the flow the oceans waves. /

The cascading of the waterfalls /

soaking boat riders in a blissful wash. /

I’m the apparition of the Void, /

that’s just a little guy. /

A fuzzy little cat of the darkness. /

I’m the moon and the stars /

that you shoot meteors across. /

I’m the hobbit underneath the grass mounds, /

Gazing up at passerby through a mosaic window on the ceiling. /

I’m the creature living in the closet, /

Scarred and horrifying /

But is quite wholesome that comforts you on scary nights. /

I’m the stink stink just doing their thing in that there corner. /

I’m the cyborg who’s got his eye out for men; /

Feasting on popcorn as tea spills. /

Mischievously pranking children as a fitted sheet monster; /

Only seeking cuddles and tickle matches in dominance. /

I’m the big brother ready to swing and box. /

I’m the stripper bratty to the lot. /

I’m the drag queen that dresses in hot pink hoochie shorts; /

To the funky Mettaton EX theme. /

I’m the man giving a Megan Thee Stallion-worthy booty performance. /

I’m the recluse in the woods. /

Deep in a book, written in Braille. /

I’m the linguist who fascinates herself in the many calligraphic forms. /

I’m the nameless princess who grew to Duchess. /

I’m the mother of your children. /

I’m the warrior leading armies in the night; /

By the glow of my bioluminescent wings en mass. /

Close your eyes and trust in pixie dust. /

Diplomacy is key. /

I’m the erosion manipulated by your corruption. /

I’m the sky clouded over and misty. /

I’m the tears you shed in gold sunlight. /

How soft a pillow, am I, Mama? /

I’m the geeky gadgets of your endeavors. /

I’m the large platforms you wear on your soles. /

I’m the collar adorning your neck. /

I’m the goggles that snap pictures of your fire poses. /

Slaying your competition in your worth, Your Grace! /

I’m the clicking of your mouse. /

I’m the tapping of your keyboard. /

I’m the manager of your chaos, /

Wearing bunny suits and buck teeth. /

I’m the children of the playground. /

I’m the singing of the birds. /

I’m the climbing up trees to read a book about peace. /

Hey look! A sunset! /

The others going home. /

This is our space. /

The children outcasted from the village. /

I’m the reading in your ears. /

I’m the booping of noses. /

I’m the squishing of slime and swishing of tentacles in the ocean. /

I’m the big hoodie that covers your hands; /

Obviously too big but that’s the point. /

I’m the Death that draws near. /

Not literally but ego-wise. /

I’m the owl that escapes your trap. /

I’m the wings beating in the air. /

I’m the heartbeat within your eggs. /

I’m the goth besties with emo girls. /

Alternative is fun, even with the skulls. /

What? They’re great for mixing in. /

I’m the tinking of glasses. /

I’m the foam from your beers. /

I’m the ice in the shaker, /

with your drink being chilled. /

I’m the warmth of the hearth. /

The softness of clouds. /

The sleek of the silk. /

The Jester in your eyes. /

The screams in your mind. /

The turmoil in one party. /

I’m the boy that starts the fight; /

and the girl that finishes it. /

Settle down or take it outside! /

Staying sharp these days, hmm?

I’m the sizzle of hot in cold. /

The chinking of metal. /

The sigh from your chest. /

The sweat dropping from your brow. /

The sailor-born swear of frustration. /

I’m the coin tossed to your butcher. /

I’m the blade holding your fate. /

I’m the hammer that broke the anvil. /

I’m the one who snores deep and loud. /

A hard day at the forge earns you great sleep. /

Even if you’re napping on a customized warhammer. /

It’s comfortable. /

I’m the brood that has seen Death itself. /

I’m the medium who heard all. /

I’m the mirror you dance in. /

You’re doing great with your recitals and practice. /

I’m the dragon breathing fire. /

I’m the prism that facets color. /

I’m your hoard of cherished goods. /

I’m the pen in your hand. /

I’m the hands on your phone. /

I’m the window to the world. /

The bridge between cups. /

I could go on. /

I am no gender. /

I am a system. /

Of flux.

CJOAT | For SkylersPrompts in Escapril 2024

CJOAT Watermarked

I’ll probably post a spoken poetry video for this post…but I’m not pressed about it. I’m going to take my ass to bed. ^^

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[chargetheintruder]

A pointless gift, and no one will see it.

Fair warning: cringe and/or wrassle gibberish incoming (it is all very oblique and such, though).

Meditate for a few minutes on these words. Why yes, I DO know who needs to see this, but she most likely won't. Because first impressions are a thing and I'm bad at them lately, thanks to my bad health. But take some time and imagine what I'm saying below.

Broken things. Broken promises. Abandoned places. Remembered places.

These are the wages of the times we live in. This is the 21st century for you--this is the literal future we once dreamed of. Well sure, but nobody said this would be the century where it all ends, right.

Malls, stores, libraries, playgrounds, neighborhoods, post offices, diners, movie theaters, swimming pools and ice cream places only open for the summer. Everything ends.

But it doesn't just end. It all gets taken away. And the world becomes less, thanks to those who show up and do the least.

This isn't about them though. Too much is about them as it is.

This is about the memory, the memory of the Earth. How lost places become familiar and liminal. How any abandoned place becomes EVERY remembered place.

This is what Lore is made of. This is where you go to find your own lore. Some are rich in it but everyone who makes it to the stage, who is in the arena of life, everyone has something that can be lore.

The ancients once said, in a fit of sarcasm, "Sure, the vertex is the vortex, I guess." Meaning the highest peak is the lowest of the void. But, here is what the ancients of Rome couldn't have guessed: The highest mountains literally DO grow from the bottom of the ocean, to form islands.

What I am saying is? You have your own Great Mountain within you. It is simply harder to see because you aren't in the lowest point where it grows from yet. You've been there without understanding it. You've been in the Uncanny Valley without understanding it as a place, not just a description.

Find your understudy, and then find your liminal, remembered place. Find the place that stands for the abandoned heart of you, that signifies it. I could point you at some things, but they would be MY ideas, not yours.

*lol* =)) Okay, that was geeky and oblique. Maybe a bit condescending too, my apologies. Here's the short version: If you made a stable tomorrow and called it "the Uncanny Valley" and had regular glittery tea parties in a creepy but well-lit abandoned mall somewhere nearby in Florida? I wouldn't be mad. :) I'd get what you were doing--making some damned lore, even if it looks superficially like you're rehashing The Judgement Day Backwards and Upside Down. I covered the upside down part, but the backwards bit? You start with 1 or 2 others--Gigi Dolin and Valentina Feroz, for example--and at first it's just Twisted Bliss and Friends, versus Auntie Angry and Her Nexus Nieces. It starts casual and only gets spooky once you realize Uncle Howdy is a Short Bitch, and that you and yours can kick his ass directly, with or without the spooky shit. =))

#wwe #wrassle gibberish #lore #paging Bliss #or not #your call really #but now would be a good time to revel in what you are #and kidnap a baby so to speak

[the-richie]

Played #LordsOfWaterdeep with some of my new #DnD party to get them used to the idea of politics of #Waterdeep! (at Geeky Teas & Games) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiG-Rb7L09R/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#lordsofwaterdeep #dnd #waterdeep

[geekswhoeat]

12 Terrific Recipes for National Tea Day

Looking for a recipe for a geeky tea party? Here are 12 terrific recipes for National Tea Day!

Happy National Tea Day! We know it’s been a while, but we are finally getting closer to being all settled in at the new Geeks Who Eat Headquarters! We thought it would be fun to catch up today since it is National Tea Day! In celebration of one of our favorite beverages, we put together some recipes that would make for a terrific tea party of your very own! Tea Sandwiches Tall Oaks Tea…

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[lucifairy666]

Artist: salmon_41

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[somenerdthing]

#alice in wonderland #the mad hatter #rabbit #tea #tea party #nerd #nerds #nerdy #geek #geeks #geeky #dork #dorks #dorky #march hare #art #fan art #disney

[spidernerdsblog]

First of CONGRATULATIONS 🎉 and second📄 domestic Sunday morning fluff with Peter and fem!Stark reader babysitting Morgan when everyone else is out and they’re all getting ready to go on a walk to the park and the reader and Morgan are waiting for Parker so the reader is jokingly, in a British accent, like “are you ready mr.Parker” and Peter comes out like “of course mrs.Parker” and it’s a whole moment and Morgan’s like 😗😍 (sorry if this is too specific, feel free to change anything I love when readers have complete freedom)

Thank you so much💗💗 Hope you like this.

Mrs. Parker

Pairing : Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

Warnings : none

Being an avenger, a peaceful day where any miscreant isn’t committing any crime or a supervillain isn’t trying to destroy your city is very rare for you and Peter. So when you finally get a day off from your superhero duties you try to spend as much time as possible with your sweet geeky boyfriend but today you had a special company. You were on babysitting duty for your little sister while your parents were away on a two day business trip to DC you may also call it a romantic getaway.

You loved Morgan more than anything. Ever since you came back from the blip you tried to be there for her making up for the five years you missed of her growing up. She was the sweetest child you have ever met who loved to play with her dollhouses and do imaginary tea parties with you and Peter and her stuffed bunnies but the thing that interests her more is to watch and observe you or your dad working in the lab. Many times you have caught her sneaking into the lab and examining the gadgets with curious eyes.

She was also the biggest shipper of you and Peter. She hated it the time when you and Peter weren’t together and dated different people because for her you two were the it couple. She used to look at you both with such admiration in her eyes that she went to the extent of saying that she wanted a boyfriend just like Peter when she grew up.

You were in the lab with Peter helping him with his new webfluid formula while Morgan was sitting on a chair beside you swinging her legs lazily when you heard her sigh out loud.

“What happened maguna?” you ask her softly.

“I’m bored, when are you going to finish this?” she pouts at you.

“But you only said you didn’t want to play instead you wanted to come in the lab” you remind her.

“Yes but I also wanted to help” she retorts knitting her brows into a frown.

“Don’t you think you are too small for this?” you narrowed your gaze at her playfully.

“You and dad never let me do anything!” she huffs getting off her seat frowning at you annoyed.

“Don’t give me that look little miss you know that isn’t gonna work on me”

“Now you sound just like mom” she complains.

“Well she left you under my supervision” you try to reason her out when Peter interrupts both of you.

“Ok, ok, ok how about we go for a walk in the park?” Peter proposes the idea to Morgan.

“Can I have an ice cream?” she looks at him with doe eyes before you could say no, that it was bad for her teeth Peter cut you off.

“Sure kiddo” he crouches down with a broad smile and ruffles her hair.

“Petey you’re the best!” she squeals, hugging him tightly.

“You really need to stop giving into her every demand” you snicker.

“How can you say no to this face?” he reasons chuckling.

“Ok now c’mon let’s go and get dressed then we can go to the park” you held Morgan’s hand and went back to your room while Peter cleared the working area in the lab and arranged everything in its place before you all went out. After sometime you walked out of your room with Morgan hand in hand and headed towards the lab.

“Are you ready Mr. Parker?” you called out sarcastically.

“Of course Mrs. Parker” he replies, taking you by surprise with the name he just called you.

“What did you say?” you mumble as he swipes his ID card through the security panel to lock the door.

“Huh, what?” he asks you again as he couldn’t catch on to your mumbling clearly.

“Uh nothing” you shrugged it off thinking maybe he just casually said that he wasn’t being serious.

“Why did you call Y/N Mrs. Parker? She didn’t marry you” Morgan points out innocently with a confused expression.

“Morgan!” you gasped and Peter realized his slip up as his face turned red flustered.

“Oh I'm so sorry I didn't want to make you uncomfortable” he immediately apologizes nervously.

“You didn't, don’t worry,” you reassure him with a smile “but did you mean it?” you reassert.

“Mean what?” he gulps nervously.

“You know you and me..me and you...us?” you fidgeted.

“Umm yea-yeah” he scratches the back of his neck “I love you and I do want to marry you and spend my life with you Y/N” he remarks.

“You want to marry me?” you repeat his words in disbelief. In your whole relationship neither you nor Peter never actually confessed to each other about your feelings; it was a smooth transition for you two. Only the label of your relationship changed from friends to lovers but everything remained the same. So the topic of your future together never was a part of your daily conversation and now after knowing that he actually wants to spend the rest of his life with you makes your heart bloom with warmth and joy.

“I mean not now but someday in the future. But only if you want to of course” he stutters thinking he might have messed up.

“Aww Peter, I would love to marry you” you cup his face with your hands and press your lips gently against his as he kisses you back.

“I love you” you smile into the kiss pressing your foreheads together.

“I love you too” he mumbles against your lips.

“Are you and Petey getting married?” Morgan’s curious voice breaks you both out of your little moment.

“Not now sweetie but surely in the future” you inform her with a smile as Peter blushes standing by your side.

“Can I be the flower girl on you wedding Y/N? And, and can I choose your wedding dress and cake?” she asks you innocently her eyes gleaming with excitement making you smile even more.

“Flower girl? Honey you’re going to be my bridesmaid and yes you can choose my dress and cake but for now let’s just go to the park and have some ice cream yeah?”

“Yess!” she exclaims and rushes to the elevator as you and Peter follow her. At the park you were strolling side by side behind Morgan keeping an eye on her.

“So Mrs. Parker huh?” you ponder while eating your ice cream.

“You can totally keep your name no pressure at all” Peter clarifies quickly.

“Nah I like Mrs. Parker better” you smile linking your hands together.

#Rai's 1K Sleepover #peter parker #tom holland #tom holland smut #peter parker smut #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker fluff #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you