#Marvel x oc

[louwaffles]

Y/N: *sees someone cute across the street*

Y/N, in Russian: I could pipe him down right now, this damn second. 

Natasha: *chokes* Alrighty

Bucky: *wide-eyed confusion*

Wanda: *eyes narrow* Okay, I think I understood half of that.

[itsstrange]

Hidden Desires

Fandom: Marvel, Mayor of Kingstown

Relationship: Jeremy Renner x Reader

A/N: Hey y’all just gonna drop this on here for y’all meanwhile I finish up a fic that I’ve been working on for a few weeks! Also, this one here is an old Fic that was originally published on my IG, Another thing, I thought it’d be appropriate to show some love to this man right here after being on the front cover of Mens Health!!

So, for all you Renner Fans out there, here you go! 🫶💓

Summary: “Unfortunately, your ride for the night happened to be Jeremy, Christy’s older brother, or in other words the one man who has completely ruined other men for you”

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: (Yes/No) Mentions of Alcohol, Frat Parties, Drunk Kissing, Sexual Tension, {Adult Content Will Be Listed Next Chapter!}

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ENJOY! 🔥

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This wasn’t how your night was supposed to go. You were supposed to be living it up, having an unforgettable night with your best friend, possibly even sleep with one of the frat boys to relieve yourself from all the stress and anxiety the school has given you these past few months. After months, months of constant stress, sleepless nights, acne trying to overtake your skin from the multiple quizzes your professors have given you, you were finally finished with the semester.

You still needed another year, a few more credits before officially being a college graduate, but as of now you decided to take advantage of this summer vacation to destress yourself. It was the last day of school and the frat boys decided to throw an open house party, which you and your best friend attended, but again, your night didn’t turn out the way you hoped for.

Barely reaching your fifth cup of… whatever it was, a nice smooth buzz began crawling its way up your veins, along with the high from a blunt you had inhaled from some random stranger, making you feel more relaxed, more loose, more alive than these last few months where you’ve been extremely tensed. All of it was gone in an instant, leaving you in a certain way where you were actually enjoying the party, the music. But just as you were enjoying the moment, it was of course interrupted in a second.

Barely having drank a shot of vodka, which of course causes a cough attack from you due to its brutal burn, Christy, your best friend whom you attended the party with catches your eye. From where you stood you watch her stumble her way through people until she eventually makes it to the kitchen where you had four more shots to go in front of you. However, before you can question her the sound of her gagging then spilling her stomach on the counter interrupts you. It was at that moment that you knew it was time to go home.

So here you were now, waiting just outside the frat house on the sidewalk with Christy putting all her weight on you while you both waited for your ride home. Unfortunately, your ride for the night happened to be Jeremy, Christy’s older brother, or in other words the one man who has completely ruined other men for you simply just by being him.

You had sent him a text through her phone letting him know of the situation, within a second he responds back stating he’d be there in less than 10. Once pocketing the phone in your back pocket, grabbing Christy and somehow managing to walk out the house without falling face first, you both sat on the sidewalk waiting for him. While waiting you couldn’t help your mind wonder.

The crush you had towards him was like no other, he had a hold on you that you couldn’t seem to get out of nor couldn’t seem to shake off, not that you wanted to of course, but still, he did things to you that only deepened that crush on him. You’ve obviously tried to brush those feelings away considering he’s your best friends older brother, but the harder you tried denying those feelings the harder they came back. Making you realize just how bad you had it for him.

You’ve had small talk with him here and there, he wasn’t much of a talker, at least to you anyways, he always did greet you whenever you’d showed up for family gatherings or family parties, but not once did he ever showed any interest towards you. Or.. at least that’s what you thought.

After waiting for a good 10 to 15 minutes on the sidewalk, a black Jeep wrangler pulls in front of you. The drivers side opens, revealing Jeremy in all his glory. Black T-shirt that hung perfectly against his toned body, revealing those large, fitted arms of his, with dark jeans and boots on his feet. You make eye contact with him as he crosses the little gap and crouches in front of you two.

“You good?” He asks, wondering if you’re capable of walking the little distance to the car,

Nodding your head at him you let him grab Christy, who was leaning her head against your shoulder, probably even drooling on your shirt. Once safely putting your best friend in the car and safely buckled down, you both climb inside the car where the drive to her house was in silence, only the sound of his music playing lowly through the speakers would drown out the thick silence.

As she dozed off in the backseat, snoring her life away, you sat in the passenger side, sneaking hidden glances at the man here and there. Feeling the way your cheeks stretched as your smile had a mind of its own, you just couldn’t help it, the way the street lamps would cast a dark, yet, bright golden glow on his face illuminated his features oh so perfectly. He wasn’t even doing anything, didn’t have to do anything, all he did was stare straight ahead, driving down the dark roads in silence yet it was enough to spark a small chuckle from you when your thoughts begin to wonder.

“Something funny?” He asks, never taking his eyes off the road,

You shake your head, feeling warmth crawling up your cheeks, “Nope,”

Jeremy glances at you with a raised brow for a few seconds before averting his gaze back on the road, catching a small glimpse at the way your lips lift upwards.

After an intense car ride and somewhat helping Jeremy with his intoxicated sister get out the car and up the stairs, you now sat on the kitchen island with a bucket full of rocky road ice cream on your lap. The cravings for it’s chocolatey taste had hit you like no other. So there you were, sitting on top of the island, feet dangling off the edge with a carton of ice cream in your hands. It was such an embarrassing sight, but at that moment you were completely shameless.

You didn’t know if it was the buzz wearing off or your high calming down but… you’ll definitely say this was the best rocky road ice cream you have possibly eaten. The amount of times you’ve eaten the same ice cream can never compare to this moment right here, it just tasted amazing. Like nothing you’ve ever had before, but again, it was just your hunger getting the best of you.

As you placed another spoonful of ice cream in your mouth, a satisfied groan slips from you as you enjoy the taste, yet opening your eyes they immediately land on Jeremy. Who was standing in the entrance of the kitchen with a dark look in his eyes. A small smirk starts to spread around the spoon that still rested in your mouth at an idea you have. With a devilish smile, you slowly pull out the utensil, making sure to lick your lips without breaking eye contact. From where you sat on the island and little light coming from the hallway, you can make out the way his entire frame grows stiff, hands curled into fists by his side as his eyes focus on you.

“You want some?” You ask with a innocent smile,

Narrowing his eyes with a small smile tugging on his lips, he makes his way towards you. Grabbing the carton and spoon from your hands, he dips it inside before pulling it back out. Without breaking eye contact, which you noticed is becoming hard to do, he closes his lips around the spoon. You watch as he too slowly drags it out from his mouth, teasing you just the way you were not even two seconds ago, however, as he drags the metallic utensil against his lower lip, leaving a drop of chocolate ice cream, and you not being able to control yourself no longer when the son of a bitch licks his own lips was enough for you to push aside the voice.

As if on impulse, you grab the back of his head and bring him down towards your lips. Which he doesn’t hesitate to react back. The taste of chocolate rests on his tongue as you explore his mouth. The ice cream carton long forgotten on the side of the island. Jeremy’s hands settle on either side of your hips as he brings you closer to the edge as he quickly settles in between your legs. The kiss quickly escalates, feeling the way his hands had traveled down to your bottom while his lips now lavished the side of your neck. This was what you’ve been waiting for, craving for, but before you can take it to the next level the sound of the front door shutting makes you both jump out of your skins.

In less than a second you both part away from each other, him taking a large step back while you hop off the counter. You glance at one another, taking in each other’s presence before quickly picking up the spoon from the floor that was dropped at some point during the heated make out session, but just as you rise from the floor and look forward you notice Jeremy was no longer in the kitchen. He had covered the bucket of ice cream before leaving the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

A million questions raced in your mind that you couldn’t answer them properly, mostly because you didn’t know how to answer them. Whatever happened—happened and that alone brought a childlike smile on your face as you replay the moment over and over in your mind. You’ve always wondered what those lips felt like, what his hands would feel like around your hips, on your skin, how it’d feel to be underneath his weight, however that didn’t happen.

Guess it wasn’t meant to be. Yet.

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- Hope Ya’ll Enjoyed This One!! Wanted to Give Ya’ll Something To Read Meanwhile I Finish an Upcoming Fic I’ve Been Working On These Last Few Days!

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[jackiequick]

Ben Carter ~ Rebel Just For Kicks | Marvel Studios OC

Full Name: Bennett Sawyer Carter

Nicknames: Ben, Benni, Benji, Sawyer, Scout, Ace

Alias: Oliver Halloway, Jackson Harper, Dean Nolan, James Shepherd, Bellamy Wheeler, Jonathan Hunter, Leon Lance etc

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Date Of Birth: October 16th, 1984

Place Of Birth: New York City

Place Of Residency: Washington, DC

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Family: AGENT 13, Sharon [CLASSIFIED] — Sister

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“I wanted to be teacher but my father didn’t allow it. So now I live in the shadow of my older sister, but I do this job to protect her.”

“Did you really just challenge me to burger eating contest?”

“Yippee ki yay, mother-oops, sorry, there’s children present..”

“Man, I need a break. Who wants pie?”

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Personality: 

He is delightful blend of charm and goofiness, often bringing humor to even the most serious situations. His clumsy nature leads to lighthearted moments, endearing him to those around him. 

Beneath his playful exterior lies a fiercely loyal protector; Ben would selflessly throw himself into harm's way to shield his loved ones, demonstrating an unwavering commitment to their safety. 

With a quick wit and a knack for sarcasm, he deftly navigates tense scenarios, using humor to defuse potential conflicts. Friendly and charismatic, he easily connects with others, making him a beloved figure among friends and allies alike.

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Background 📖

Growing up in a family where his sister, Sharon (AGENT 13), was clearly the high achiever, Bennett always felt the pressure to live up to his family’s expectations. 

His dream of becoming a teacher was dismissed by his father, who pushed him toward a path of espionage or government work like his sister. While Sharon excelled, Bennett found solace in humor and developing a carefree persona to cope with the pressure.

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“I don’t want to be like Sharon or you or even aunt Peg, dad! I want to teach and travel, not go around getting myself into trouble.” Ben replied.

“Son, you will be a fine young agent just like me. Being a teacher is too small of a career and you won’t be paid much.” Michael, his father, add in a stern tone. “You’re a Carter, act like it.”

“But I am not fit for that kinda job…”

“You say that now, but you will be.”

“Dad...”

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While Ben respected his father and admired Sharon’s achievements, he couldn’t help but feel torn. More than anyone in his family, Aunt Peggy Carter had always fascinated him. She was a legend in her own right, a brilliant strategist, co-founder of S.H.I.E.L.D., and a woman who had helped shape the modern intelligence world. Yet, despite her immense legacy, Ben wondered if Aunt Peggy might have understood his desire to take a different path.

Sometimes, when the pressure became too much, Ben found himself wondering, What would Aunt Peg say if she were here?

Deep down, he believed she would have told him to follow his own path, to be his own person. Unlike his father, Peggy might have recognized that having goals—big or small—was important. But Ben never had the chance to ask her. And that uncertainty gnawed at him.

Would Peggy have supported his choices? Or would she have dismissed his dreams like his father had?

This question haunted Ben, even as he tried to balance his own desires with his family’s expectations. He longed for a mentor who would understand him, someone who wouldn’t see his dreams as "too small."

Though he eventually followed the path set out for him, Ben’s inner struggle never fully disappeared. He carried the question of Peggy’s approval with him, both as a source of strength and as a reminder of what he had given up.

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—Relationship with Sharon Carter 🛠️

Growing up, Sharon and Bennett shared a close bond. As the older sibling, Sharon was protective of her little brother, often looking out for him when their father’s strict expectations weighed heavily on him. In their early years, they had a lot of fun together—playing games, pulling pranks, and exploring the streets of New York. Sharon was always the more confident and adventurous one, while Ben was more cautious, happy to follow her lead.

But as they got older, the gap between them began to widen. Sharon embraced the world of espionage with determination, diving headfirst into training and missions. She became the perfect soldier in their father’s eyes, the embodiment of the Carter legacy. 

Ben, on the other hand, grew unsure of himself. He admired Sharon’s strength and skill but resented the fact that her success only made him feel more inadequate. Often feeling torn between his personal dreams and the family legacy.

Despite their differences and the tension that arose from their father’s expectations, Ben and Sharon deeply cared for each other. Sharon was fiercely protective of Ben, even if she didn’t always understand his reluctance to embrace their family’s legacy. Ben, in turn, admired Sharon’s strength and independence, even if he resented the comparisons made between them.

As Ben began to settle into his own role in intelligence work—whether by choice or circumstance—Sharon continued to watch out for him. He didn’t want to live in Sharon’s shadow, but he also didn’t want her to get hurt. Part of his decision to follow the family path came from his desire to protect Sharon—to make sure she never faced the dangers of their work alone.

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"I do this job for a lot of reasons," Ben once confided in a rare moment of vulnerability. "But mostly? I do it to protect you."

Sharon, uncharacteristically quiet, nodded. "I don’t need protecting, Ben."

"I know," he replied, looking down shaking his head and then looked straight at her. "But I’m still going to try."

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They weren’t as close as they had been in their childhood, but they had come to respect each other’s choices. 

Sharon continued to work in her career, while Ben had found his own way, even if it wasn’t the life he originally wanted.

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| CARTER — S.H.I.E.L.D. Associate | ⚖️ |

While Bennett initially resisted the idea of following in his family’s footsteps, particularly those of his father and sister, he eventually found a place within S.H.I.E.L.D., albeit on his own terms. He didn’t strive to be a leader or a figurehead, but he knew that protecting those he cared about—and finding his own way to make a difference—was important.

Reluctant Start, Natural Talent

After years of pushing back against his father’s expectations, Bennett’s path eventually led him to S.H.I.E.L.D. He realized that, whether he liked it or not, his family’s legacy wasn’t something he could easily escape. Yet, when he decided to join S.H.I.E.L.D., it wasn’t out of a desire to live up to the Carter name exactly—it was about finding his own purpose. He just wanted to make his mark in a way that felt authentic to him.

Though Ben had always been reluctant to pursue espionage, he discovered he had a natural talent for certain aspects of the job. He wasn’t the best strategist or mastermind like other agents, but he excelled in the physical and tactical elements of the work.

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"Watch it, Carter. You're like a kid in a candy store," Maria Hill remarked dryly, watching as Ben eagerly examined the array of weaponry laid out in the SHIELD armory.

Ben scoffed, flashing a grin. "Hill, lighten up. It's a wall full of guns, knives, and other weaponry! Look at this," he said, picking up a sleek new handgun and examining it with gleaming eyes. "And ooh, is that a new set of bows and arrows? Bet Clint would love this!"

Hill shook her head, but she couldn’t hide the faint smirk on her face. Ben's enthusiasm, though sometimes overwhelming, was infectious.

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~ Role within S.H.I.E.L.D. ⚙️

Active S.H.I.E.L.D. Associate: Bennett works as a simple, yet kind field agent, engaging in various missions and tasks for the organization.

Hand-to-Hand Combat: Skilled in close-quarters combat, always eager to improve and test his fighting abilities.

Weaponry Enthusiast: Excited by weapons, particularly guns, rifles, knives, and advanced tech. He enjoys trying out new gear.

Scouting Missions: Loves scouting and reconnaissance missions, especially because they let him travel and explore new places.

Undercover & Surveillance: Although reluctant at first, he secretly enjoys undercover work and surveillance, finding it both challenging and exciting.

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—Strengths & Weaknesses 🖥️

Strengths

1. Charisma and Charm

2. Loyalty and Protectiveness

3. Wit and Humor

4. Adaptability

5. Combat Skills

6. Empathy and Understanding

Weakness

1. Self-Doubt

2. Emotional Burden

3. Reluctance to Embrace Leadership

4. Tendency to Avoid Conflict

5. Clumsiness

6. Difficulty Accepting Help

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Fun Facts & Quirks! 🧲

- Foodie at Heart -> This man loves burgers, pies, ice cream, donuts and etc. Depending on where he is, Ben will find some sort of food to eat.

“Did you seriously go and buy milkshake?” His teammate asked.

He shrugged and pointed, “What? You were takin’ too long. I got hungry.”

- Clumsy Charmer -> He is notoriously clumsy at times, often stumbling on his own feet or bumping into something by accident.

“Who put a damn step there? That wasn’t there before!” He shouted almost tripping over but caught himself quickly.

- Tv & Film Fan -> He is often found quoting a line from his favorites or referencing a form of media. However he doesn’t always like to repeat the same thing, more than twice.

“No more Punzel! If I have to hear Zachary Levi’s voice one more time, I’m done.” He shouts during moving night.

His friend gasps, “How dare you? Flynn Rider is wonderful!”

- Dreamer -> Despite having to cut out being a teacher in his life, he always wondered what he might’ve showned those young minds.

“I could’ve been a History teacher or English..? Not math, I suck at that subject! Hell, I might quit this job and find out..”

- He talks to favorite things -> He will talk to his car, his guns and jacket. You already know if Ben had a pet he will be chatting with that animal too.

He grins seeing his favorite handheld gun and picked it up, “Hello sweetheart, gods, I missed you.”

Other things include: Ben is a music lover, mildly superstitious, enjoys collecting items, fear of heights etc.

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Additional information | 📬 |

-> Favorite Hero

Bennett will never admit it but he enjoys the heroes he seems on the streets and in his line of world.

You would think because his aunt Peggy association to Captain America, automatically that’s his favorite. He admires and respects Steve Rogers greatly, hell he hopes to have enough goodness in his heart to be like him, but not his favorite.

He actually secretly admires Spider-Man for his wit, willingness to help out, relatability and kindness towards others. He only seen the hero from afar but he can tell why people online like him.

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-> Dating Life

When it comes to dating, Bennett tends to casual date. Nothing serious. He enjoys meeting new people and exploring connections without the pressure of committing or wanting to make they both hit it off well.

He has had serval crushes over the years, nothing notably strong or anything. However he once had a significant crush on a fellow agent, but he never acted on it, fearing it could mess up their professional relationship. He didn’t to push anything.

His flirting style is light-hearted and humorous. He tends to use playful chill banter and finding whatever he can as a simple ice-breaker. His charm is evident in his ability to make others smile, and he often employs self-deprecating humor to put his crushes at ease.

Currently, Bennett is single and he doesn’t mind it actually. Honestly, he thinks no one can compete with his notorious lack of skills and put up with him half the time to his bad jokes. But hey? We might be wrong and there is a certain someone out there for him.

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~ Hobbies and Interests |🛋️| ~

Cooking: Bennett enjoys experimenting in the kitchen. He loves trying out new recipes, especially when it comes to making burgers and desserts. His friends often joke that he should open a food truck.

- “Who needs a Michelin star when you can make the perfect burger at home?”

Movie Buff & TV Binge-Watcher: Bennett has a soft spot for action flicks, buddy cop movies, and classic comedies. He often spends his free time rewatching old favorites or discovering new series to binge.

Collecting Vintage Memorabilia: Bennett enjoys collecting vintage movie posters, old records, and retro tech. His apartment is littered with relics of the past, from vinyl records to an old-fashioned radio. He particularly loves hunting for rare finds at flea markets and antique shops.

- “You can laugh at my vinyl collection all you want, but there's nothing like listening to the Life Is A Highway on the original record.”

Tinkering with Cars: Bennett inherited a love of cars from his father. He spends weekends tinkering with his car, working on engine repairs, or upgrading parts. He’s not a full-blown gearhead, but he enjoys spending time in his garage fixing up his old, reliable ride.

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-> Fears and Insecurities |🪤| <-

Fear of Failure: Bennett often worries about not living up to his family legacy or his own potential. This fear sometimes holds him back from pursuing more serious relationships or challenges.

- “What if I’m just not cut out for this? What if I let everyone down?”

Insecurity About His Role & Fitting In: Sometimes he can feel like he’s qualified to be an agent, and to overcompensate that with humor.

- “I mean, I’m just a guy who likes burgers and makes a lot of bad jokes… how did I end up here?”

Fear of Not Finding His Own Path: Bennett has always wanted to follow his own dream of being a teacher or traveling, but the weight of family expectations and his current career pulls him in another direction. He’s afraid that he’ll never get the chance to live the life he truly wants, and instead, be stuck in a role he didn’t choose for himself.

- "Maybe it’s too late to figure out what I want. Maybe this is just who I am now…"

Insecurity About His Intelligence: Though he’s smart and capable, Bennett sometimes feels overshadowed by more academically inclined people, like the tech geniuses or strategists he encounters in SHIELD. He’s more street-smart than book-smart, and while he’s skilled, he occasionally doubts whether he’s as sharp as others around him.

- "Sure, I can shoot straight, but can I crack codes and come up with genius plans? Not so much. Maybe I’m just the muscle here."

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-> Signature Style

Bennett tends to dress in casual, comfortable clothing—jeans, graphic tees, sweaters, thick jackets and sneakers.

He has a penchant for customizing his gear and equipment, adding personal touches that reflect his personality, such as stickers or playful designs.

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-> Habits

Midnight Snacker: Bennett has a habit of raiding the fridge late at night, often resulting in humorous situations when caught.

- “Don’t judge me, if my stomach is craving a handful of cereal at 1 in the morning.” He mumbled as he eats the mouthful of Honey-Nut Cheerios.

Movie Marathoner: He loves binge-watching movie series and often tries to convince friends to join him, complete with snacks and drinks. Sometimes he is found watching classic footage he got stored away somewhere while sipping a nice cup of coffee. Such as old race car footage.

Non-Stop Talker: Ben has a real habit of making one handed comments, give a witty compliment or over speaking in a conversation, especially when it’s not needed. Sometimes he can’t help it but spit out a few sentences and split out of the room just as quickly. Or if he gets nervous, he might ramble until someone shuts him up.

Short-Term Memory: He will never admit it but Ben has a tendency to forget things easily or get distracted, which results in issues for himself and others. People need to often repeat what they said a few times or Ben has to write it down somewhere to make sure he did it. He wonders if it’s on-set early Alzheimer like his aunt Peggy has but tries not to think about it too much. 

- “Can you repeat that? I only got caught half of what you said…” He replied looking up at you with a soft smile.

Vintage Fashion Enthusiast: One thing he will never admit nor you will ever except is for Ben to find fashion a causal factor in his life. He has a habit of wearing or finding timeless pieces whenever he went. Either a classic leather jacket, wrist watches, a necklace and or thick sweaters for colder temperatures. They’re simple items but a small part of him gets excited to wear them.

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Hope you like him! I might consider to continue his story soon hehe 😉

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As you entered the house, you called out, "Mom! I'm home!" you closed the door using your foot and set your bag down on the floor. Walking into the kitchen, you filled a pot with water and placed it on the stove, patiently waiting for it to come to a boil. Once the water was ready, you carefully poured it into a cup and gently placed a tea bag inside. Balancing the cup, you carried it into the bedroom where your mother was resting. Placing the steaming cup on the bedside table, you switched on the lamp to bring a warm glow to the room.

"Hey, Mom," you said softly, leaning over the bed to gently wake the woman in front of you. Her eyelids fluttered open, and a small smile graced her face as her eyes met yours. You carefully helped her sit up in bed and handed her the steaming cup of tea. "Be careful, it's hot," you cautioned, picking up the TV remote and switching on her favorite channel.

You sat at the edge of the bed and observed her every move as she gingerly lifted the teacup to her lips, taking small, hesitant sips. The smile that had graced your face vanished as you noticed the pain and exhaustion etched on her features. You shifted your gaze downward, absently fidgeting with the textured fabric of the bedsheets, feeling a pang of concern for her well-being.

You observed her discreetly positioning the cup in her lap as she sat down before addressing you. "So, how was school?" Her voice was gentle, yet fragile. You lifted your gaze at the sound of her question. "Everything's fine," you replied with a nonchalant shrug, not feeling particularly compelled to share. "And your internship?" she inquired further.

“Uh everything's great, I like working with Dr.Conners more than I thought I would, actually.”

There was a moment of silence that hung heavily in the air., filled with unspoken words and shared understanding. Your mother glanced at you, her eyes searching for something beyond your words. "I'm glad to hear that, sweetie," she said softly, reaching out to squeeze your hand.

You squeezed back, feeling the frailty in her grip, not wanting to let go. "How are you feeling today?" you asked, your concern evident in your voice.

She smiled weakly. "Better, now that you're here. You always bring such light into the room." Her words were tender, and you felt a lump form in your throat.

"Mom, you know I'm always here for you," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just wish I could do more."

"You are doing more than enough' she reassured you. "just being here, being you, is more than I could ever ask for."

You sat there for a while, holding her hand, letting the warmth of your presence speak volumes. The TV played softly in the background, but neither of you paid much attention to it. the bond between you and your mother transcended for each other no matter what.

After a while, you stood up, gently placing her hand back on the bed. "I should let you rest," you said, smoothing the covers around her. "Call me if you need anything, okay?"

She nodded, her eyes already growing heavy with sleep. "I will. Thank you, sweetheart."

As you left the room, you felt a mixture of relief and sadness. Relief that she seemed a bit better, and sadness at the fragility of her condition. You returned to the kitchen to grab your bag and headed straight for your room. You pulled your homework from your backpack and opened your bedroom window. The cool night air hit you in your face, and the sounds of honking horns and people yelling filled the New York night. The air wasn't blowing too hard, so it was a perfect roof night you grabbed your homework and placed it down on the metal railing of the fire escape.

You placed your hands flat on the wall and let the tip of your toes stick to the wall as well. Slowly, you began scaling the wall just like a spider. Not long after, you reached the roof, where you sat down on the shingles and looked down to see your paperwork. Quickly, you flicked your wrist and spider-like weds shot from your arm and gripped onto the paper swiftly catching it as it came to you.

With your homework secured, you spread the papers out in front of you and began working; the rooftop offering a surprisingly serene environment. The occasional gust of wind ruffled the pages, but you used your webs to anchor them down.

As you worked, your mind drifted to Peter Parker and the uneasy feeling in your gut. You knew exactly what it meant; you just didn't want to believe it. Four months ago, you discovered your newfound abilities but hadn't told anyone, not even Dr. Conners. The thought that someone like Peter could have abilities like yours scared you.

No offense.

The next day at school, you spotted Peter in the hallway at his locker. Your heart rate quickened as you approached, a strange mix of curiosity and anxiety bubbling up inside you. You tried not to make eye contact, determined to keep your head down and walk past without acknowledging him, but that same unsettling feeling you had at the Oscorp lab tugged at you, urging you to look his way.

Despite your efforts to avoid him, Peter suddenly turned, his eyes locking onto yours as if he could sense your presence. For a moment, time seemed to slow, and the noise of the bustling hallway faded into the background. The air between you was thick with unspoken tension.

Neither of you spoke, but the intensity of the moment spoke volumes. In his eyes, you saw the same confusion and uncertainty that had plagued you for months. It was as if he knew what you were hiding, and somehow, you knew he was hiding something too. The silence between you was heavy, filled with the weight of secrets.

You walked away, your heart pounding in your chest. As you walked away one thing was clear: whatever was happening to you, Peter was somehow a part of it.

Later on that same day, word about what happened with Peter and Flash spread around quickly. You thought it was about time to confront him about what you knew. Luckily enough for you, you didn't have to search the whole school. He was standing at the end of the hall with an older gentleman.

He seemed to notice you first, saying something to Peter before nodding in your direction, causing Peter to turn and look at you. You offered them both a tight-lipped smile. Peter’s uncle said something to him again before walking away, leaving Peter to slowly turn back toward you with a breathless laugh.

"Uh, that was my uncle... he told me to tell you how pretty you are."

"Really?" you replied, caught off guard and unsure of how to respond.

"Yeah..." he said quietly, his eyes dropping to the floor.

You nodded, eager to shift the conversation. "So, did you get expelled?" you asked, referencing the basketball incident.

“No, not expelled,” he said, shaking his head with a faint smile. “But I did get a few hours of community service.”

For a moment, an awkward silence hung between you, both but you cleared your heart pounded in your chest, from the weight of what you were about to say. You knew you couldn’t keep dancing around it any longer.

Taking a deep breath, you decided to just rip off the band-aid. “Peter,” you began, your voice slightly shaky, “I know about the spider.”

Peter’s eyes shot up, wide with surprise and a hint of fear. “What… what are you talking about?” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid someone might overhear.

You glanced around to make sure no one was listening, then leaned in slightly closer. “The spider from Oscorp. The one that bit you,” you said softly, watching his face closely for any sign of denial.

Peter’s face paled, and he instinctively took a step back, his mind clearly racing. “How do you—?”

You interrupted gently, trying to keep your voice steady. “It happened to me too.”

For a moment, Peter just stared at you, his expression hard to read. It was as if the weight of his secret was suddenly shared, and he didn’t know whether to be scared or relieved.

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” he finally asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You shrugged, trying to hide your own nervousness. “I didn’t know how. I mean, this isn’t exactly something you bring up in casual conversation, right? But I’ve noticed things, Peter. It's like something told me. And when I heard what had happened in the gym…I just knew.”

Peter didn’t say anything else; he just looked at you, his expression unreadable. You furrowed your brows, wondering what was going through his head, but he remained silent.

"Look," you finally said, breaking the silence, "I’m going to be at Oscorp later. If you want to talk more about this, meet me there." You turned on your heels, not waiting for a response, and started making your way down the hall.

"I gotta go," you added over your shoulder before disappearing around the corner, leaving Peter standing there, watching you until you were out of sight.

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Rhea Howlett

Name: Rhea Howlett

Alias: Wildclaw

Age: 20

Parents: Logan Howlett and Selene Bozzelli

Powers: Healing factor, enhanced senses, bone claws, and the ability to channel energy through her claws.

Personality:

Rhea’s got a tough, no-nonsense vibe, but it’s mostly a front. She’s had to rely on herself for so long that trusting people doesn’t come easy. She’s sarcastic, a bit rough around the edges, and tends to keep people at arm’s length. But underneath all that, she’s got a soft spot for the few people she actually cares about—even if she’d never admit it out loud.

She’s fiercely independent and hates feeling like she owes anyone anything. That sometimes puts her at odds with the team because she’s not great with authority or following orders, especially if she thinks they’re dumb. She’s quick to jump into a fight and doesn’t back down, which can get her into trouble, but she’s smart enough to know when to get out if things go south.

Rhea’s relationship with Logan is complicated. She respects him, but she also doesn’t want to live in his shadow. She’s constantly trying to prove she’s her own person, not just “Wolverine’s kid.” That’s probably why she’s so determined to do things her way, even if it means taking a harder road.

Despite her tough exterior, Rhea’s loyal to the core. If she considers you family, she’s got your back no matter what, but it takes a lot for her to let anyone in that close. She’s still learning to balance that need for independence with being part of a team. It’s a work in progress.

She’s got a sharp wit and a bit of a temper, but she’s learning to keep it in check... most of the time. You definitely don’t want to be on her bad side, though. When she’s mad, she doesn’t hold back, and her claws aren’t just for show.

Backstory:

Rhea grew up not knowing much about her dad. Her mom, Selene, was a powerful mutant who could manipulate energy, but she disappeared when Rhea was still a baby. Raised by a group of mutants in the wilderness, Rhea’s life was all about survival—hunting, tracking, and figuring out her strange powers. She had claws like her dad, but instead of adamantium, hers were bone. She could also charge them with energy to pack a bigger punch in fights.

Around 15, she stumbled upon a letter that revealed the truth: her dad was none other than Logan. Naturally, this flipped her world upside down, and she set off to track him down, thinking that maybe he could help her figure out who she was.

Finding him wasn’t easy, and along the way, she found out that shady groups, including some that once targeted Logan, were after her. They saw her as the next big experiment, a way to create a new type of super-soldier.

When she finally met Logan, it wasn’t exactly a warm reunion. They bumped into each other in the middle of a fight between the X-Men and some rogue mutants. Logan didn’t believe her at first—figured it was some kind of trick. But after seeing how she fought, a lot like him, the pieces started to come together.

Joining the X-Men wasn’t exactly Rhea’s dream, but she figured it was the best place to learn to control her powers. She had a rough time fitting in—her temper, her instincts, and that feeling of being an outsider made things tough. Her relationship with Logan is complicated. She wants to be close to him, but he’s got his own walls up, and they clash more than they connect.

Rhea’s still trying to find her place. She helps the X-Men when they need her but takes solo missions with X-Force when she can, where her more aggressive side can be useful. She’s figuring it out, bit by bit—just trying to make a name for herself without always being compared to her dad. There’s a lot to live up to, but she’s determined to do things her own way.

Hobbies, interests, likes, and dislikes:

Hobbies & Interests:

Hiking/Exploring: Rhea grew up in the wilderness, so she loves being outdoors. Whether it’s hiking through the woods or exploring new places, she feels most at home in nature.

Combat Training: She enjoys honing her skills, whether it's hand-to-hand combat, sparring, or practicing with her claws. She’s always looking to stay sharp and push herself.

Tinkering: Rhea has a thing for working with her hands. She’ll mess around with gadgets, weapons, or whatever she can find to see how it works and how to improve it.

Music: Rhea's not super open about it, but she’s really into music. She listens to everything from rock to indie and even dabbles in playing guitar when she’s in the mood.

Sketching: When she needs to clear her head, she’ll sketch things—mostly animals, landscapes, and the occasional person. It’s her way of winding down.

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Likes:

Quiet Moments: Despite her rough persona, Rhea enjoys moments of solitude. Whether it’s early morning runs or sitting by a fire, she appreciates the peace that comes with being alone.

Animals: She has a soft spot for animals, especially wild ones. There’s something about their instinctual, untamed nature that resonates with her.

Challenges: Rhea likes a good challenge, whether it’s physical or mental. She enjoys pushing herself beyond her limits and doesn’t mind taking on a tough fight.

Freedom: She values her independence and the ability to make her own decisions. She’s not one for being boxed in or told what to do.

Coffee: She’s not a morning person without it. Strong and black, no sugar.

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Dislikes:

Authority Figures: Rhea hates being told what to do, especially by people she doesn’t respect. It’s a surefire way to get on her bad side.

Crowded Spaces: She’s not a fan of large groups or crowded areas. They make her feel trapped, and her heightened senses don’t help.

Dishonesty: Rhea values straightforwardness. She doesn’t have patience for people who lie or manipulate others. She prefers people who tell it like it is.

Being Compared to Her Dad: She gets that people will see the connection, but she hates being defined by her dad’s reputation. She’s her own person and wants to be treated like it.

Overly Positive People: Rhea can’t stand people who are constantly upbeat or act like everything’s fine when it’s clearly not. It feels fake to her.

Powers (+weaknesses):

1. Healing Factor (Regenerative Abilities)

Like her father, Wolverine, Rhea has an accelerated healing factor. Cuts, bruises, and even more serious injuries, like broken bones or deep wounds, heal rapidly. While her healing isn’t instantaneous, she recovers from damage much faster than a normal human, allowing her to push through pain and continue fighting. This also means she’s highly resistant to diseases and toxins. Her healing factor makes her incredibly durable, which plays a big role in her aggressive fighting style—she can take hits others can't.

2. Enhanced Senses

Rhea has heightened senses similar to an animal. Her sense of smell is particularly sharp, allowing her to track people or detect danger from miles away. She can also see in near-total darkness and has highly sensitive hearing, which makes her great in stealth situations. However, these enhanced senses can sometimes overwhelm her, especially in chaotic environments.

3. Bone Claws

Rhea inherited her father's signature claws, but instead of being coated in adamantium, hers are pure bone. She has three claws on each hand, which she can extend and retract at will. Despite being bone, they’re incredibly sharp and strong, capable of cutting through most materials with ease. However, they can sometimes be vulnerable to stronger metals or extreme force, unlike Wolverine’s indestructible claws.

4. Energy Manipulation (Unique to Her)

Rhea’s most distinctive power is her ability to channel energy through her claws. This is a mutation inherited from her mother, Selene, who could manipulate energy. Rhea’s claws glow with a fiery red aura when she activates this ability, and the energy enhances their cutting power, allowing her to slice through tougher materials or deal more damage in battle.

When in use, the energy surrounding her claws crackles and pulses, like a controlled storm of power. She can unleash blasts of energy from her claws in short bursts, sending shockwaves or concentrated attacks toward enemies. This makes her an even more dangerous opponent at both close and mid-range combat.

While she’s still learning the full extent of her energy manipulation, she knows how to focus it into devastating strikes. However, using too much energy at once can be draining for her, meaning she has to be careful not to overdo it in prolonged fights.

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Potential Weaknesses

Energy Overload: Channeling energy through her claws can take a toll on her physically. If she pushes too hard or tries to use the energy for too long, it can leave her exhausted or even temporarily weaken her healing factor.

Sensitive Senses: Her enhanced senses, while useful, can also be a double-edged sword. Extremely loud noises or overpowering smells can overwhelm her, momentarily throwing her off balance.

Bone Claws Limit: While her bone claws are tough, they aren't indestructible like Wolverine's adamantium claws. Under extreme pressure or against certain metals, they could crack or break, leaving her vulnerable.

Some fun facts about Rhea:

1. She’s Left-Handed: Just like her dad, Rhea is left-handed, though she’s ambidextrous in combat thanks to her training.

2. Favorite Band is Led Zeppelin: Rhea’s really into classic rock, and Led Zeppelin is her go-to when she’s working out or just zoning out. She has a soft spot for their song "Immigrant Song."

3. She Hates Wearing Shoes: Rhea’s used to running barefoot through the wilderness, so she only wears shoes when absolutely necessary. She’s always the first to kick them off when she can.

4. Can Sleep Anywhere: Thanks to her time growing up in the wild, Rhea can fall asleep in just about any situation—sitting up, on the floor, or even leaning against a wall.

5. She’s a Terrible Cook: Despite her survival skills, Rhea’s pretty hopeless in the kitchen. She can hunt and gather food, but when it comes to actual cooking, things tend to catch on fire.

6. She Talks to Animals: Rhea isn’t a mutant who can communicate with animals or anything, but she’ll often have full conversations with them, especially when she’s alone. It’s more comforting to her than talking to most people.

7. She Once Gave Logan a Friendship Bracelet: As a joke, Rhea made her dad a bracelet out of scraps of leather and tossed it at him. He didn’t laugh, but he also didn’t throw it away. She caught him wearing it once but hasn’t mentioned it to him since.

8. She’s Weirdly Good at Jigsaw Puzzles: When she’s stressed, Rhea will sit down with a jigsaw puzzle and zone out for hours. She’s fast at them and finds it oddly calming.

9. She Hates the Cold: Even though she can survive in extreme environments, Rhea absolutely hates being cold. Winter’s her least favorite season, and she’s always the one bundled up, even if her healing factor keeps her fine.

10. Her Favorite Weapon (Other Than Her Claws) is a Bow: She’s got killer aim with a bow and arrow, which she picked up from her time hunting in the wild. Even when she doesn’t have her claws out, she’s still dangerous at a distance.

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The Crimson Soldier

This is my very first fic that I have wrote and decided to post so please be kind. I am still working on the rest of the story with the help of @greynatomy ! I will slowly figure out how to make this way more appealing as I go, but I hope you enjoy my OC story!

Aleksandra Zaitseva POV

The subtle rumble of the concrete around me startles me awake. I jump off my bed, if you can even call it that, and immediately stand at attention by the rusty cell door ready for my orders to come. My mind is groggy, slow to pick up on all of the noises around me. The frantic shouting and clear gunfire in the distance sets me on edge, along with the frantic blaring alarm and flashing lights that make their rounds around the compound walls. The smell of old blood and musty linen is a clear reminder of where I am.

“It’s never been this close,” comes the smooth Sokovian voice from the cell across from me. His striking white hair stands out from the darkness of the cellblock around us, along with his slightly hardened eyes staring me down. I subtly agree with a small nod of my head but dont break from my stance ready for the words to come through the speaker in the upper left corner of my cell. I can hear the smooth almost featherlight footsteps of his twin sister in the cell beside me pacing, informing me of her worry.

“багровый солдат, готовый подчиниться?” The voice crackles out my Russian orders with the slightest German accent from the speaker. (Crimson Soldier, ready to comply?)

“Готовый подчиниться!” I announce back with a firmness that usually makes people cower back from me, but his eyes almost soften from across the hall, when looking into my darkened bluegrass eyes. I quirk my head to the side. ‘Why is he looking at me like that?’ (Ready to comply!)

The clang of the cell door unlocking is the last sound to reverberate through the hall before my echoing marching footsteps are met with another much louder set that comes up beside me as we rush off to the armory not too far away. Karpov. He’s never far from my side when I am called upon for any task at hand. They don't call him my handler for nothing. My status as his protégé never falters from the back of my mind.

The banging of the steel door against the concrete wall almost sets me into a trance-like state as I fall into my pre-fight routine. I check all my knives and daggers for sharpness quickly but efficiently akin to someone who has been doing this their whole life. I make use of this fleeting time to properly strap on my dual lower back holster for my daggers as to maximize my carrying capacity for my preferred method of fighting - close combat has and will always be what I am best at with my shorter stature and heightened quickness.

As I holster all of my throwing knives along with my twin daggers securely within their proper confines on my Hydra uniform I hear the gruff clearing of a throat. I don’t turn towards him, already knowing what’s coming next. It’s become a part of this routine as well. I still slightly tilt my head in his direction as I insert my coms device into my ear.

“Make sure to grab a gun this time!” He nearly scolds me as I move away from the racks of weapons to approach my many pieces of protective equipment. I quickly pull on my mask that covers the bottom half of my face along with my goggles whilst narrowing my eyes at him.

“We both know I wont use it no matter if it's on my person or not so don't push my buttons today!” I growl at him, my thick Russian accent that has never softened over the time I’ve been away. He raises a single eyebrow at me before we both rush out and race up the steps to the control room. Why must he insist I add the extra weight of something that in addition needs extra magazines which would also only add to the overall amount of equipment I already carry? I don’t use them, I have never used them. I am just as deadly if not more without the use of such weapons.

“Багровый солдат! Protect the scepter at all costs!” I hear yelling from across the room as we both come to a halt. I give a slight nod of my head. The shouting of other commands followed but never directed towards me. I find it odd that I was given a command without hearing his name alongside mine. I am never sent out alone! I do an about face and reach for the handle of the door when I feel the cold metal of his arm grab my shoulder and pull me back suddenly. (Crimson soldier!)

“Why is she being sent without me! I am her handler and have not given my final-” Karpov shouts but is interrupted by the guns pointed at him suddenly from everyone around us. I quickly stifled my small reactions that nearly slipped from my emotionless mask I was trained to keep.

“Солдат. Did you just question my direct order?” It comes out unnervingly calm but I quickly understand what is about to happen. I forcefully shove his hand off me, brush my uniform down from the vice grip he had on me and give a quick firm salute to Strucker and leave the room as abruptly but calmly as possible.

If I wouldn’t have had my goggles on they would have seen my eyes widen just a small fraction before I squashed my feelings and regained my neutral mask. If they had been able to see this they would have found out that my last wipe didn’t work as they had hoped it would. I was almost caught! How could I let all those years of training and torture almost go to waste over him losing his cool? That was the closest I have come to outing myself and my failed memory wipe.

My pace never falters as I push through the masses of soldiers rushing to get to their positions. Every corridor I pass I feel the near undetectable quickening of my heart rate. The heavy smell of gunpowder and smoke fills my mask the lower I get in the compound. Such a familiar and almost calming smell to my already over heightened senses. I push all other thoughts to the back of mind and force myself to settle into my routine. I cannot let 23 years of training go to waste over a day like today!

My pace slightly quickens when I am at the lowest level of the base closest to the hidden room where we keep our most valuable items we have acquired over the years. As I approach the hidden door, I thoroughly check to make sure no one sees me slip into the pitch black hall that leads to the main lab. The small pressure release I hear calms my nerves even more. No one else has been here yet which means I hold the element of surprise. As the passageway closes firmly behind me I run my calloused fingers through my short darkened blond hair and push out a quiet sigh.

I quickly right myself and finish my march through the rock tunnel to the lab where I immediately stand guard in a shadowed corner where I know I am well hidden, ready to strike at a moment's notice.

Every second that ticks by feels like hours of waiting with how hard my heart has started beating in my chest. The thickening of the dust kicking up in the room from the heaving shaking of the concrete is making my task of staying hidden more difficult with the slow build up accumulating upon my uniform, but I know what awaits me if I fail.

I hear what sounds like a turret firing not far in the distance and know that someone is closing in on my position. I close my eyes and force myself to take a deep breath and focus on the things I can feel happening around me. As I am getting a better grip on my rising anxiety my coms crackle in my ear for the first time since my activation today. My body suddenly runs cold when I hear Strucker's voice.

“Багровый солдат!” He gruffly announces slightly out of breath. (Crimson Soldier!)

“Сзр!” I state more firmly than I thought I could at this moment. (Sir!)

“Отступайте, чтобы перевезти зимнего солдата!” He announces with some force while I hear gunshots ringing out in the background. (Fall back to transport the Winter Soldier!)

“Понял, сзр!” I state with as much conviction as I can muster in this moment. I quickly leave my corner and march my way into the blackened hall where I rush through the opening and push my way through the crowding halls to the transport vehicles at the far back of the compound. I know I have a severely limited amount of time before anything gets more out of hand than it already is. (Understood, Sir!)

As I rush to the only partially occupied vehicle; I am instructed to drive the transport to our nearest base of operations and deliver the asset untouched. I know this is my only chance I will get to be able to go through with my plan of escape that I have been working on in my head since I can remember. I feel as if everything around me has slowed to almost a full stop as I enter the driver's seat. I feel the sweat start to form on my brow as the reality of the situation has started to settle with the rumbling of the engine. I have one shot at this, otherwise the consequences will be severe.

[onlyangle1]

Y/N: Okay, truth or dare?

Bucky: Truth

Y/N: How many hours have you slept this week

Bucky:

Bucky: ...Dare

Y/N: Go to bed.

Bucky: I don't like this game.

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How does tumblr feel about fanfictions starring original characters? I've been searching the oc tag and mostly find Y/N fics in the search results. It seems like its received a bit better on Ao3.

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These hands to let it go free and this love came back to me / OUAT FanFic AU ⚔️

Pairing: Charming!Nikolai & Snow!Amelia

Summary: What happens when your brother crashes your wedding with an unexpected gift that made you question your love and worth? A curse.

Characters mentioned : Ben Barnes as The Dark Prince, Liane, Cole, Ethan, Cassandra, Jeremy, Cherik and etc

Note: There was a time when the couple was on the run hiding from the royal forces, going as Nicholas & Amara

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The wedding bells were ringing in the heavenly lit castle with guests from all over cheering as the couple dressed in whites and browns smiled being newly announced as husband and wife.

Snow in her pure feather dress with red edges to give it an accent as Charming was dressed in browns and blacks, his captain hat styled with a deep green feather attached to the inside.

Just then, the doors banged open and in swung the dark prince of crime, a king of shadows you can say holding up a playful fireball as he giggled. The crowd gasped, some yelled and others knights raced in protection as the prince with a flick of his wrist threw the guards back then glared at the couple.

“How cute. Didn’t think of inviting your brother to the wedding?” Yelled the dark prince of crime.

Charming held his wife closed and pointed his sword as he spat, “Get out!”

“Relax, brother. I’m here to offer you a gift for your precious little wedding and you’ll like it.”

“I don’t want it! Get out, Alexander. Your not king anyone, only a mere prince.”

“Oh hush, you never let me finish. Here’s my gift, this whole day will be a peaceful one, I’ll even give you the week. But starting Sunday at the tip of midnight, I will destroy your happiness, if it’s the last thing I do.”

Charming ordered the guards to get up and lock the castle, as he threw shadow sword straight at his brother, in a cloud of smoke older man disappeared. But he left with a cut on his right arm as the shallow sword dropped.

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Weeks—months past as Charming and Snow, also known as Nicholas and Amara when on the run, have gotten that news with their friends and found family. As they tried to all search for the prince, regroup and find a way to stop whatever cursed plan that is coming their way.

Nikolai was searching one night, stressing about it in the king’s office of their castle as he spoke with Marlene and Melissa about it. Princess Liane, sat down trying to figure out how it can play out.

His wife stole him for a moment, telling everyone else to rest as she stood in the castle’s kitchen making him a sandwich as he sat down listening to her words. He adored that she was always supportive and there to ease his emotions with a couple of smoothing words, even when he felt he had the entire weight of world on his shoulder.

She placed the sandwich on the table telling him to eat as she listened to his worries and rubbed his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“My heart, you’re in need to sleep and regroup later. You’ve been practicing your sword fighting all week and if not, you’re scouting with Marlene..” She said with a sigh, “He’s just trying to get into your head.”

“He’s not. He once held me captive in his chambers underneath the castle because he thought I was a better sword man than him. Poison me with a stupid apple and gave you a sleeping a curse..” He replied taking a bite out of the sandwich humming.

“If he hasn’t inactive since the wedding, he won’t be now. He’s petty and narrating a path that will lead him to more hate towards you. He wants to get in your head and not feel worthy of your title.”

“Am i worthy of this?”

“You married a farm girl, who was thrust into a world of royalty. You showed me and others kindness despite all you faced, so yes. Your worthy. And our child will see that to be true.”

He pressed a hand to her belly and rubbed small circles at catch their little prince or princess attention. He whispered a few sweet nothings to her belly and smiled getting a small kick in return.

Then he thought of something and smirked, “Your child. I want to ensure their safety if it’s the last thing I do..and will have to ask Cassandra to do so.”

She gave him a confused look with slight fear, “I-is that asking of too much? What if she says something that isn’t true?”

“It will be. We can resting knowing they will be alright, protecting them from my brother and his dark plans will be worth it. She can see the future!”

“If she says I’m twins I’m gonna be freak out.”

With that he laughed and pressed a kiss to her cheek. He always planned on day having at least 3 children with her, especially knowing that she will be an amazing mother.

Within 48, Cassandra they arrived at the castle after guarding her flowers and spells to tell them all the truth behind the plans. Her eyes turned white and held up a finger with a odd look on her face.

She sat at the round table and spoke softly, “..The dark prince is casting a curse to spend us all to a land without magic, helpful dreams will never arrive. It will take over as much land as possible. He is teaming up with..the prince of mischief and Shaw to help with his spell.”

Those words caught Erik and Charles attention, as they sat the round table with their children Cole, Meira and Ethan. Erik grunted and looked at his husband who sighed already thinking of what can be done to protect their young.

Liane sighed looking at Ethan and then Nikolai, as she heard Cassandra speak softly what she can see. 3 villains all in one go, but the main one was Alexander who caused the grand curse as to destroy everyone at play. She wanted to protect her soon niece or nephew from all of this just as much as the parents did, hell she wanted to protect her found family along with herself. Alongside her crush, that was Ethan.

Cassandra opened her eyes as if her flashes were over as she said, “I didn’t see much but we all don’t survive this smoking dark curse. But we can save ourselves once it’s hit.”

Nikolai groaned pinching the bridge of his nose as he shared a look with Cole, and asked, “How? My child is a stake here, Cass! My brother will be..”

“Relax! We can send a few into the curse with knowledge of it all.”

“I’m not risking that. Erik come on, our friends likes are at stake and we only half will know.”

Erik sighed and grunted, “You think I like this? I don’t. But if we can go with Cassandra’s plan find a safe spot and do a few thing, it will work.”

Cole scoffed, “Yeah, sure dad, with what?”

“The Enchanted Forest is filled with trees of all kind, if we crave one with elements of magical escape, we can send all of that.”

Liane asked, “You can’t be serious. What? Are we gonna make a wardrobe out of a tree?”

“She’s onto something. Yes that can work! Melissa can help carve it.” Ethan added as Meira nodding knowing where to find such tree.

Cole and her disappeared in a cloud of smoke with Erik to go search for it with a second to spear. Amelia was quiet the entire meeting, rubbing her husband arm as she leaned into her chair. Liane noticed wondering what exactly she is thinking as she noticing her friend look at her husband with worry. Melissa share a look with the other girls.

“Mia relax. It’s gonna be fine..” Liane spoke, fixing her tiara with a smile, “I heard stress is bad for the baby.”

She sighed, “I have not given up hope..but who will go through the wardrobe is my worry..”

“Depends on the magic it can hold. My heard my father say it sometimes take up to 3 people or more..”

Nikolai looked down at his wife and kissed her cheek, “I got everything under control. And if we can’t find one, we will still find each other.”

“And your brother? Honey, you got bags under your eyes..we all do.” She asked with so much concern for him and their friends.

“If he shows up, I’ll let him know that he will have to wish he never enacted the curse in the first place.”

“Cole will try to kill him along with you…”

————

3 trees were found, as Melissa and Cole’s husband Jeremy carved it in the at the man’s workshop. Jeremy was a pirate first, builder second as he grinned.

The idea that wardrobe might protect memories and because children are most likely to believe in fairytales, they will remember once the reach the land. The adults might not remember every single thing, or so they think.

Rick, Roch and Luna planned on bringing their kids into one.

Bruce and Natasha suggest it would be for the best. Everyone single of them had their own plans and businesses to take care of that they kept a secret from each other.

Cole being the wiser one of the crew, knew if he didn’t make it into any wardrobe he would remember and know everything, by hearing the sound of any one of the kids names he will snap out of the trance and enact his murder to Alexander. He may not like Nikolai too much but Amelia was like a sister to him.

Beside that, Cole and Alexander had their own problems together in the past before he even knew that he was Nikolai’s older brother.

Suddenly the curse hit as cloud of smoke started to wash over the land as the crew started to fight for their lives, bringing any children to safety to the crafted wardrobes. At one of the castles, knights were coming as Erik was fighting them off with Ethan as he out of his own reasons, pushed his son into one of wardrobes closing it knocking him out cold.

Let’s just say Ethan arrived to the real world due to being knocked out cold without as many memories of his past near the woods of a city. It was rather fuzzy for him but he was fine, going on his merry way. Creating a bit of trouble that will come to bit in him the ass later on, in the future being a daughter named Belladonna.

The kids however arrived at the real world as well but somewhere else as the curse it them, waking up in their beds within a town. Where their parents there with them of course, but given cursed memories of not being fairytale characters.

———

Meanwhile in the Enchanted Forest, as the curse was slowly washing over the woods into the rest of the land, Amelia was panicking a bit more than she thought she would. Not as much as Nikolai, who was preparing himself for a possible war with Cole, if any arm came to anyone in the castle.

Amelia placed a hand over the belly, looking at the small bassinet nearby that was meant to their son. She looked over at her husband, not feeling like a princess but a little farm girl in worry as she said, “I’m ready to leave you..”

Nikolai placed his sword on the table and cupped her face, “You won’t be alone, my brother will pay for this.”

She sighed, “I know he will. But Cass and Cole predicted we will see everyone again on his 18 birthday..the closest thing is 16th. He will need his father.”

“And he will, tell him tales about me. How I slayed a dragon on my first try or how I became my time sailing a ship with Captain Hook.”

“You are so confident in this whole thing aren’t you?”

“I have courage and compassion, I learned that from you. Mainly, i have my wit, my charm and my powers..”

He about to say something else when he sensed a pressure in the air, then sudden his wife gripped his hand tightly muttering that they had bigger things to deal with it.

They were about to have a small surprise.

A few short moments later, Amelia was on the bed screaming in pain and cursing out how she can’t have the baby now. Nikolai held her hand trying to hush his wife’s worries, yelling for the doctor to do something.

The whole castle was abuzz with chaos. Liane fighting against the evil guards outside, Marlene flying about trying to give her wife time with any additional stuff to the wardrobe. Cole was on the rooftop of the castle with a murderous glare as Alexander and his curse reached closer than ever, trying any protective shield.

That was when Jeremy raced into the bedroom, with sword in hand telling Nikolai that the final wardrobe was ready, about to help get his friends to the nursery. Nikolai about to carry his wife and move her out to the wardrobe when the doctor told him to not take any chances, as their son was about to be born now.

Alexander reached to castle with his guards surrounding the place on the rooftop fighting Cole as Nikolai’s chuckled softly at his son being born and placed into his wife’s arms.

The curse is here, they basically failed. He was leaning towards the two pressing a gentle hand on his head hushing his cries as Amelia smiled with tears in her eyes humming a tone.

He was so small yet so beautiful, wiggling and whispering a little as his cries calmed down.

“Hey Joshua..our little love..” Amelia whispered smiling.

Nikolai used the back of his finger rubbing his child’s cheek and smiled, “..welcome to world, you couldn’t wait a few more hours could you sweetheart?”

“We failed..that’s okay..”

“But at least we’re together.”

Amelia paused for a moment and sighed wishing her husband’s strong wit and clever beliefs didn’t rub off on her but it did. She looked at him and said, “Go fight your brother..”

“What?” Nikolai said, holding his son in arms now fixing his baby blanket to keep him warm.

“..take him to the wardrobe with Jeremy and go help Cole..”

“No. Darling, no I can’t leave you like this right now. And not our son!“

“You said it yourself! We need to have courage and believe we will be okay, he will come back to us. It’s a risk, I know…”

“But we have to take it. We have to give him his best chance no matter what it takes. I hate it when I’m right.”

She pressed a kiss to her son’s forehead, telling Joshua to be a trooper for his daddy as Nikolai smiled softly hearing her, kissed his wife quickly grabbing his sword and rushed out. He joined Jeremy in the hallway who was fighting his brother’s knights and raced down the hall, defeating them to fight more keeping Joshua relaxed in his arms.

Jeremy lead the way to the nursery, as he rushed off to kill some guards that were coming to Amelia’s room to find Melissa trying to wake their friend up but she was knocked out cold.

Nikolai raced into the nursery, stabbing a knight and dropped his sword to create a shadow to knock a few other guardsmen out cold, hell he made sure they were dead.

With a flick of his wrist, he flung open the wardrobe’s doors and placed his son inside safety pressing a kiss to his forehead telling him to have courage and find them soon as he closed the doors.

Just as he did, in a cloud of green and black smoke appeared Alexander and Cole neck and neck trying to kill one another. Nikolai stood up with a shadowy smile and glared blasting his brother to a wall, as Cole pinned the man to the wall shouting at him.

Two verse one, as the 3 of them fought and as the smoking clouds from the curse becoming a storm, that rip off the top of the ceiling as Nikolai gasped pinning his brother to the ground holding up a shadow in his a hand.

Cole was behind him, trying to block the storm and yelled, “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere horrible.” Alexander said smiling with a glare.

“No shit dipshit.”

“In a few moments you won’t remember you were fighting me.”

“Very specific.”

Nikolai with a last minute stitch to leave a mark, pulling his sword in front of him and cut his brother in the same place he did months ago during his wedding day. A way for his brother to remember, that matter what happens he will never fully destroy his spirt. Alexander shouted in pain and pushed his brother away, causing him to storm back then attack Cole with a blast.

That was when cloudy spoke louder, engulfed the whole castle sending everyone to a town called Fighter-town, Maine.

Thanks for reading! What did you think of it? Yes I was watching season 1 OUAT pilot shhh 🤫

Fun fact! 🖋 Josh Dallas who plays Prince Charming in Once Upon A Time, played Fandral in Thor (2011)

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Marvel/Mcu Masterlist

Loki

Loki x reader General Hcs - sfw/nsfw

First Taste of You - Loki imagine - suggestive/sfw/fluff

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Jarvis tapes on Jason’s life (or at least what the footage tells you) 🎞️

Jason Grayson Underwood was born at twelve-oh-one a.m., April 20th, 1922

at Children's Hospital, San Francisco,

the second child of Fran and Jonathan Underwood. His sister Dolores Marie Underwood only be 5 years old.

On the 16th of June in 1929, Mr & Mrs. Underwood would divorce taking both children their separate ways.

~~~~

August 30th 1943, Howard Stark and his sister Elizabeth Stark would come into the picture, change his life forever.

Meeting both of them during the war, alongside Agent Margaret ‘Peggy’ Carter. Who would later on become his sister in more ways than one.

Eighty-seven days later Jason met James Bucky Barnes and The Howling Commanders, crossing paths on the battle field with Captain America.

~~~~

After the war ended, Jason Underwood went on to work for the SSR. He had the opportunity to work selling watches in Texas and New York, but went on to become an associate of the organization.

Which is where he met Agent Jack Thompson, Daniel Sousa and plenty of others.

However he had another job underneath his belt as him, Edwin Jarvis and Agent Carter were given a job to locate Howard Stark’s stolen items while he hide away.

The whole time, half of the country was after him.

That’s when he would met his sister once again, Dottie Underwood, A Black Widow. As she worked with an scientist and Soviet spies to frame Stark’s items as dangerous as they seemed.

It was complicated.

He was not pleased and made sure his sister was behind bar for her crimes, with working for the wrong side. But she did not care, she never did.

He shot the scientist and spies with the help of the SSR who realized who was responsible for all of this.

They freed Howard and his sister from all charges. Jack Thompson became Chief Executive Officer in New York City.

But they all know Peggy Carter deserves all the credit for the job.

Daniel Sosua was promoted to Chief in California.

~~~~~

In 1947 New York City, Chief Jack Thompson and Agent Peggy Carter of the Strategic Scientific Reserve (SSR) apprehend Soviet spy Dottie Underwood.

Newly appointed Chief Daniel Sousa of the Los Angeles SSR office meets with Detective Andrew Henry, who has discovered a woman's body in a frozen lake during a heat wave.

That’s when Jason Underwood was called from his newly acquired home in Los Angeles for the job, requesting Agent Carter to sign onto the job.

Howard and his Elizabeth Stark were living in Los Angeles as well, making films and creating new inventions for their company.

~~~~

Ten weeks after filming a new movie Howard was creating and working on the case, Jason was driving north one night to his shared studio beach cottage when something highly unusual occurred, something almost magical...

Snow fell in Los Angeles, California. Heavy winds and hail stormed all into one. The car swing over the slippery slope of the bridge as he drove onto the main water, as he tried to pull up.

But failed to get the brakes to work.

The immersion in the frigid water caused Jason's body to go into an anoxic reflex, instantly stopping his breathing and slowing his heartbeat.

Within 2 minutes, Jason Underwood's core temperature had dropped to 87 degrees...

his heart stopped beating.

He was silent underneath the table of water for 7 minutes.

At 11: 55 a bolt of lightning struck the vehicle discharging half a billion volts of electricity and producing 60,000 amperes of current.

Its effect was threefold.

First, the charge defibrillated Jason Undwood's heart.

Second,

He was jolted out of his anoxic state causing him to draw his first breath in 3 minutes.

Third, based on Von Lehman's principle of electron compression in deoxyribonucleic acid, which will be discovered in the year two thousand thirty-five, Jason Underwood will henceforth be immune to the ravages of time...

he will never age another day.

~~~~~

Of course, he didn’t know that would be a harsh yet effective condition until later.

Wrapped in a cold sweat, dizziness and fatigue were the consequences of the accident.

He was in bed for a few days at the house or made to be sat down, as a nurse took his temperature while he helped study the case.

A field of zero matter and Whitney Frost, 2 times Oscar nominee who was a scientist at heart, was behind it. They hoped it wouldn’t be the rest of mission and the caseload conditions that harmed them.

But faith had other plans.

Peggy took the rest, after her painful defeat of almost being impaled by the help,to call Jason’s sister Dottie for undercover work.

It wasn’t the best thing, but worked like a charm. Dottie left getting her cut of the money and ran.

Soon enough, Jason, Peggy and others were up for the challenge to help finish the race in their job. It was a long and difficult process for the entire team but they made it work.

Zero matter was seemingly gone. Whitney Frost was put in prison.

~~~

Weeks went by.

He studied long and hard for weeks, working with Howard, Peggy, Dr. Wilkie Jones and Ana Jarvis on cases. Figure out the answer to the questions they had from their previous research on the mission.

And the effects left behind.

Jason found nothing on his plate of studies onto what happened to him, as the years went by he noticed his friends slowly turning around with age, as he stayed the same.

It wasn’t zero matter or the previous time on trips that harmed him.

It was something else.

Some would see it differently, thinking it as a blessing that he stopped aging, others might’ve called it a curse.

It just depends on who you were talking to.

For Jason, he made the blonde sick to his stomach and want to hide behind closed doors.

As the years passed, Jason credited her unchanging appearance to a combination of a healthy diet, exercise, heredity, and good luck.

He would travel around, change his name and mind. Leave for a couple of weeks every new decade.

It was all to prevent confusion, controversy and added pressure from anyone who might’ve wanted to sent him to a lab to be tested for his status. 

To protect himself and his loved ones…

~~~~

~~~~~~~

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[magicxc]

Give Me A Try

Pairings: Carol Danvers x OC!Reader x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 4898

Warnings:  a lil nipple action, exhibitionism, fingering, praise kink, overstimulation, slight dom Carol, cunnilingus, pussy slapping

A/N: This request has been 2 years in the making lmfaoo but I'm truly proud of how this turned out. It was supposed to be a one and done but the plot started PLOTTING and my ass just HAD to keep adding more. Unfortunately I simply cannot write really long one shots for I tire easily, so this will be broken up into a few parts. It's the spur of the moment fics like this that really are my *chef's kiss* 🤌🏾 so by all means, please enjoy!!

Chapter 1

Masterlist

An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of a cure. That idiom is what my mother would constantly sing throughout the house, a hint of a warning attached to it no doubt. But it wasn’t until I was old enough to really understand the meaning did her words resonate with me in regard to my adventurous childhood.

This was often stressed to me in particular situations such as sneaking around a bees nest in hopes of tasting authentic honey, sliding down the house stairs with a snow sled, jumping off high walls in order to swing from a powerline - all acts fueled by my unlimited curiosity. However my mother was adamant that she didn't know where the hospital was until it was time to go to work, as she was a trauma nurse after all. Although I'm sure she would never let me suffer in agony, she wasn’t too keen on being at work if she wasn’t on the clock. 

These days though I've come to view that idiom with a different set of lens. Freshly graduated from high school, I slowly realised that having all the time in the world to choose a career was quite literally a lie. Time seemed sluggish yet instant all the same and soon enough senior year was passing me by. At first I dabbled with the idea of a gap year and spent many community service hours experimenting with different career fields to get a good sense of what I’d like to do forever. Soon enough I landed on dentistry, initially out of job security but eventually because I enjoyed it. 

As someone who donned braces in middle school that confidence boost is something I wish for everyone, plus the salary and flexibility seemed nice. All in all the more I delve into the field, the comfier it felt, like sinking into a fluffy futon that gradually swallows you whole. Unfortunately the path to dentistry was riddled with bullshit pre-reqs. And while I almost had my fuck it moment, I figured this would lead to a more lucrative outcome than the tik tok influencer route that I originally planned; seeing as this way I would have something reliable to fall back on. It seems ma was right after all in the sense that an ounce of prevention is indeed worth a pound of a cure.

“Considering sexuality is a spectrum, that means there has to be exactly one person out there who is the gayest.”

“Carol what the fuck are you on about?” I giggled.

“Hear me out, a leather skirt with the platform boots to match? It doesn't get gayer than that babe.”

“It’s called fashion, thank you.”

“There is literally a picture of Cara Delevigne on your shirt,” she pointed out. "Not to mention those fishnet stockings and that tight ass corset."

“I’m not about to do this with you.”

"Listen sweetness, I don’t mind,” she winked. “You can be gayer than me any day.”

“GOODBYE Carol!” 

“I love youuuu,” she sang as we separated down the halls.

“Yeah yeah, I love you too,” I yelled over my shoulder.

Introductory to College Success is a great starter class for those unsure of what life holds for them, however it’s a money grab for others that are. Riddled with hypothetical questions, life goals, and career fields, the class offers a good outlook on the possibilities of life after highschool, but not for $350 per credit hour. Too bad it’s mandatory for all freshman students. The upside of it all is the easy A that this class is supposed to guarantee. Stepping into the threshold, I settle into the seat closest to the back, more comfortable with the idea of not being seen and certainly not being called on. 

“Good morning class, I’m Professor Rogers and before we get started I need y’all to give me like 10 stars on that rate my professor app.”

Yeahhh this about to be the easiest A I’ve ever gotten cause aint no way.

|~~

“Cam, say sike right the fuck now!!” Carol squealed. “And what did you do after that?”

“I gave him a 5 star rating, what you mean?”

Head thrown back, I watched as Carol bursted at the seams at the retelling of my first day of class. She couldn’t believe it and neither could I if I’m being honest - shock still at the forefront of my mind that Professor Rogers isn’t as mythical as people made him out to be. He’s chill, assigns easy ass work, and has a 100% pass rate with his students. If only all my pre-req professors worked that way.

Word around town is that Mr. Rogers is somewhat of a nepo baby, this job being a direct offer from the college president seeing as Mr. Stark is like an uncle of sorts. Whether he qualifies or not is none of my business so long as I pass his class, and by the looks of it, it’s off to a pretty good start. 

Legs softly brushing against Carols underneath the table of the quaint coffee shop, the loud whiz of the blender fades into the background as I listen intently to her first day of college chronicles. Distant chatter helps fill the noisy atmosphere while the doorbell chimes with each new customer. A quick peek out the window has me noticing that the leaves are beginning to turn and I want so badly to savor the last bit of warmth before fall becomes full fledged. 

Snaking her hand in mine, I kiss along her warm skin, a request in between each peck of us finishing this conversation outside. Thankfully it doesn’t take her long to accept, that same hand reaching around my face to twist her fingers through my curls. Wrapping up the last bits of our coffee we leave the coffee shop, fingers interlocked in lieu of our next mission.

|~~

“Ohhh, one of my professors mentioned a popular lake nearby that’s supposed to be really scenic,” she quipped over the steering wheel.

“Is it isolated? Cause you know I don’t get down like that Carol, that's the type of shit that’ll have us end up on the ID channel.”

“Relax, it’s like 5 minutes off the main road and it’s actually known to be a lovers paradise."

Eyeing the cell phone mounted on the dash for directions, one hand on the wheel while the other cradles the back of my headrest, she makes a particularly tricky maneuver; her tongue darting between pink lips as it hangs on the corner in concentration. Fingers reaching into my hair, I gently twirl them around, entranced at how she manages to make the mundane look hot.

As racy as my thoughts get rolling for Carol, it's truly the little things she does that warms my insides - like how during the winter she puts my towel in the dryer so it’s extra warm when I get out the shower or making me a pottery mug just for tea after learning that I’d drink it almost every day. She usually takes the world for what it is and views it with a small sense of naivety, choosing instead to see the good in all; and sometimes I wish, if only for a second, that I could see things through her lens - with such light and curiosity. 

“Now I see why the lake is named Shady Depths," she said pulling into the bushes.

“Now Carol-”

“I know, I know, trust me I had the same idea; but apparently it garnered its name from the many cheating scandals that took place there.”

“Girl, not you taking me to a place where relationships meet their end.”

Tossing a bottle cap at me, Carol goes on to mention how we can be the reason the lake gains another type of reputation and also that our relationship shouldn’t be built around superstition.

“Mhmm, are you sure that’s the ONLY reason it’s called Shady Depths?”

“Don’t tell me you’re getting scared?” she feigns surprise.

“Being scared and aware are two very different things.”

“As someone majoring in dentistry I’m pretty sure you can handle a few minutes at this lake.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” I asked, slurping the last bits of coffee, the hallow noise of the straw a clear indication that the sticky goodness was finished. 

“Cam, the human mouth is terrifying. I saw what my niece's looked like before the silver teeth and let's just say I was never the same.”

At that I choked on my spit, a haughty combination of laughter and hacking the result of my carelessness. But I can’t help being so care-free around Carol, her authentic nature comforting enough to bring out my kooky personality.

It’s been about two years since we’ve made things official. We’d met sophomore year at our highschools trivia night - a game night dedicated to all the social club participants to celebrate the end of the school year. Chocked full of snacks, fun music, and fierce competition it was typically the highlight of the final semester for all involved. At some point during the games, Carol and I had found ourselves on opposing teams, making it to the final round three different times, and what started out as initial frustration soon blossomed into genuine curiosity. 

Shortly after, the familiar face that I’d pass by in the hallways began accompanying me to after school hangouts, study sessions, and the occasional sleep over. A soft brushing of the hands here and prolonged eye lingering there, we’d come to realise that there was something between the two of us and while Carol had always been so sure of herself, it was me that had to work up the courage to be at the same level of comfort. All it took was one rainy night and a promise to see where things would take us that led to this very moment - pulling into what feels like a page out of a magazine book. 

While secluded areas aren't typically my thing, this lake does bring a soothing sense of familiarity to it as if I, too, had spent some fun nights out here. There’s a dock at the edge of the shore that extends about 100 feet into the water, with a pool ladder that dips into what looks to be no more than five steps beneath the chilling surface. As the sun sets beneath the horizon its golden rays spread across each ripple of water, glimmering with the last remnants of the physical representation of the day. Although inviting, I know the water is far from warm, the sun providing only a source of light rather than heat; however it can be a relief on a hot sunny day as opposed to the cooling 70° that drifts through the autumn air. There’s chairs scattered near the dock, remains of what looks to be a bonfire littered around, and deep into the corners are a pair of hammocks tied to the trees. This is definitely a place I can see myself visiting if not for the scenery, then certainly the serenity that it brings.

Cutting the engine, Carol shifts toward me, her eyes gleaming with mischief, an I told you so on the tip of her tongue as she clocked the way that I admired the area. 

“I don’t wanna hear it. You ate that lil one thing or whatever.”

“I did what?” she asked, hand cupping her ear. 

“You did your big one Carol damn,” I chuckled. “This lake is actually really quaint.”

“Mhmm yeah, some of the locals were talking about it earlier and I just had to see for myself what all the hype was about.” “I genuinely wouldn’t mind coming out here with some snacks next time or even just to do some homework,” I commented, gaze lingering over the small waves.

“I’m looking at a snack right now,” Carol chirped, tongue darting out of her mouth and swiping across her lips.

Leaning across the console, just low enough for my breasts to peek over the neckline of my shirt, I reach over and slid my tongue against hers; the feel of it moist and thick as she looped it around mine, mouth opening to accept me entirely. The bitter taste of coffee greets my taste buds and I delve deeper into the kiss, nose brushing against Carols as I gladly accept the remnants of her earlier refreshment. 

Tracing over the hem of my shirt, Carols expert hands trail upward, her nimble finger tips rolling each nipple through the fabric with her thumb and forefinger until I cry out into the kiss. 

Mouth swallowing my mewls, Carol releases me with a slippery pop, suggesting that we take this party outside, preferably on the hood of the car.

“Are you serious?” I screeched, eyes bulging from their sockets.

“C’mon, I thought you’ve always wanted to try a little exhibitionism.”

“Yeah, back then when I was young and dumb.”

“You’re still young and dumb,” she teased.

A few playful slaps land on her arm at the remark, her insistence becoming more convincing by the minute. After all, we were the only ones here and the place echoed loud enough to hear any approaching tires against the gravel, which would give us just enough time to collect ourselves. 

“Carol you have until sunset, so you better make it quick,” I urged. 

“By the looks of it that’s in 15 minutes, 20 tops,” she replied. “It’s all good though cause I’ve made you cum in less.”

Heat rising to the surface of my cheeks, I have to look away, her aura and down right naughty words too much for me to physically handle at this point. Using her fingers, she redirects my face toward hers, pecking my lips while lightly dragging hers to the side of my jaw, effectively ordering me to get out of the car and onto the hood.

Pulling away and stepping out, I gently shut the door close, trying my best to keep quiet in the off chance that lingering ears are close by. We both saunter to the front of the car, my hand reaching over the steel to get a feel of if I can comfortably sit there. Palm pressed flatly against the surface, Carol stands behind me, her face in my neck as her palm sits parallel to mine.

“Feels *kiss* about *kiss* right *kiss* to *kiss* me.”

“Are you sure this won’t burn me? I have very sensitive thighs,” I nervously admitted, bottom lip caught between my teeth.

“I’ve seen you shower in water hotter than this sweetness, but if it gets too much just let me know and we’ll stop, mhmkay.”

Nose crinkling at the thought that we’re actually going through with this, I gently hop on top of the car and carefully scoot my way up to the middle of the hood. 

“God I’m so glad that you wore a skirt today.”

It was primarily a fashion choice. Had I known that it’d be serving other purposes, I would’ve opted for a softer material rather than this sticky leather. 

Lips harshly colliding with mine, Carol's eagerness is on full display, teeth clashing in the mix of our spit swapping kiss. Her hands hike my skirt up as I lift my hips to help with the process. Sliding my panties to the side, she wastes no time in shoving her fingers inside me, twisting them around to get an idea of just how much moisture needs to be added to the equation, if any.

“What a slut,” she taunts. “Five minutes in and you’re already wet enough to end the water crisis.” 

“Carol,” I whimpered, annoyed that she can find the time to talk while her fingers have come to a standstill. 

“Nuh uh you want it so bad, come show me just how you want my fingers to feel.”

‘Wha- huh? I don’t understand.”

“Ride my fingers and if you do it well enough, I may just use them.”

“Ca-”

“Ride them,” she demanded. 

Legs spread apart, I dig my heels in the bumper of the car for balance, hips rising ever so slightly as I begin to carefully drive them towards Carols fingers. Slowly sliding down I start a slight bouncing movement, shifting down and then back up again as Carol intentionally keeps her fingers still. 

“That’s it,” she coos. “Just keep going like that and you’ll find your groove.”

And just like that I went, feet planted onto the car as I did my best to glide down her slender fingers. My palms dig into the hood, its warmth radiating heat to my already hot body. And thankfully it starts to feel good, good enough for me to inch my way further down each time, careful not to slip entirely. 

“Good girl,” she praises. “Look at you, deep in concentration just for a taste of my fingers.”

My thighs begin to burn at the balance I have to maintain, forehead moist at the workout I find myself in. But still I continue, deliberate in my ministrations, this time reaching for the base of her knuckles.

At that she pulls back, making my goal post further than it needs to be, frustration etched onto my features.

“That’s cheating,” I huffed. 

“Yeah well, I can’t make it too easy for you,” she chirped. 

“This isn’t easy at all.”

“Nothing in life ever is, now do it again.”

“I’ll drop if I-”

At that she thrusts her fingers into my core, quick enough to surprise me and deep enough to cause a little discomfort, my retort effectively cut off.

“You’ll what, you'll drop? When have I ever dropped you?” she questioned. “When did you stop trusting me huh?”

Reaching forward she drags my bottom lip forward with her teeth, burying them into the soft flesh until my whines crescendoed. She eventually lets it go, pulling back only to scold me further. 

“Did you actually think me so careless that I’d let you hurt yourself? That I can’t see past my own lust?”

Was it annoyance or anger? I couldn’t really tell. Carol’s fingers never slowed down enough for my mind to catch up with her words. Insistent on pumping them inside of me, all I could do was sit there and wail, her digits now curled upward as she continued thrusting them.

“And do you really think that I should let you cum?”

Now that I caught. Caught it quick enough to realise that my hips were pushing against her fingers, meeting them each time her hand pulled back in a desperate attempt to hit my peak. But the implication that I may not, had my eyes glossy with tears, irritated that Carol could even think to deprive me after all those hoops she's so excitedly make me jump through. 

“Don’t even worry, cause I’m about to give you all that and more.”

Thumb placed on the pearl of my clit, she vigorously circles it, her fingers continuing their come hither motion as my hips bounced against her knuckles. Belly caved in, chest tight, and head numb, I couldn’t help the tears that brimmed over and cascaded down my cheeks, head thrown back as I felt the water works slide down my ass.

My brain was so foggy, it didn’t register that Carol never stopped. It took me coming again to notice that she intended to work my body past the confines of comfort and on any other day I truly wouldn’t mind the challenge. But here, in this secluded ass wilderness, with darkness just around the corner had me calling a timeout. 

Gathering the little energy I have left, both arms shot out and locked around her dominant one, slowing her skilled movements in a pathetic plea to slow down or stop altogether; begging for which I truly couldn't tell.

“I don't know, it wouldn’t seem fair to cheat you out of feeling so good,” she feigns concern.

“Carol please don’t.”

“Silly me, I forgot just how much of a hands on learner you are, like when you learned just how many times you could cum.”

Truth be told I still don’t know as I lost count after the eighth. Tales from the straights had me nervous about being able to make it to the finish line, let alone being able to do it more than once in a single setting. However, questioning Carol on such a fact did give me the answers I needed, just not in the way I expected as I passed out that night.

Carol has a way of telling me what I want, but to the extreme. This is her weird way of building trust and proving that actions do speak louder than words, so the next time she asks me to ride her fingers, I'm gonna do that shit with no hands to see just how good those reflexes are when put to the test. 

“Besides, what happened to the whole sunset thing?” she quipped.

“The deal was you could make me cum before it sets,” I panted. “Now lets see what I could do with the six minutes of light we have left.”

Eyebrows arched, a challenging grin meets my tired one, Carols competitive urge no doubt itching to stop her in her tracks so that it gets the chance to shine. Slowly removing her fingers from inside me, she coaxes my mouth open for me to clean them, rolling each digit over my tongue as she drives them forward in a rocking type motion. 

“You have exactly five minutes to show me how this wouldn’t be a complete waste of time,” she cautioned, diving in for a soft kiss.

Helping me off the car, Carol mounts herself atop the hood in my place, watching through hooded eyes as I fixed my clothing. Skirt straightened and shirt tucked, I look up to see that Carol already assumed the position, her legs spread wide with her clothed pussy on full display. 

“I see you get a kick out of being a little dominatrix,” I teased, referring to the damp spot in the middle of her underwear. 

“Oh trust me there isn’t anything little about me, and you have four minutes left before I get down there and show you.”

She always has to one up me, but I’m gonna take a page out of her book and let my actions do the talking. I wanna see just how smart that mouth is when she gets to whimpering like a bitch in heat.

Wasting no time, I attach my lips to her pussy through the underwear, her sharp intake of breath just waiting to let loose at the inevitable contact of skin on skin; and as much as I want to hold out, as much as I want to drag out this feeling, the sun won't last too much longer.

Slipping my fingers inside the fabric she finally lets loose, blowing out the sweet release that lets me know that I'm on the right track. Tongue darting past my lips, I lick a trail up the center, making sure to stop at her dripping heat before diving inside and twisting it around. Carols sticky excitement gets smeared across my chin in the process of it all and I gently scrape my teeth across her lips to keep her feisty ass on edge. 

Glancing above, we lock eyes but mine can’t help focusing on the sky behind her which seems to be darkening by the second and so I drag my face upward, tongue noisily sliding across her slick pussy until it reaches her shy bud peeking through the hood. 

“Even in sex you manage to be challenging,” I taunted, palm rising up to land on her core. 

Her hips jump forward and I have to physically hide the smile that threatens to creep up, my hand once more connecting with her skin in attempt to see just how flustered she’d get. 

thwack

“There she is, she’s just a little shy huh?” I cooed, thumb coming up to circle the now fully protruded bud. “Talk to me Carol, why you so quiet all of a sudden mhmm?”

“I’m just waiting -”

Before she could finish, I clamped my mouth to her clit, squeezing and sucking until I knew for sure any fiery remark was effectively doused. It’s such a turn on for me, watching my strong girl get so weak in the knees, watching intently as she ate her fucking words every time.

She can’t help but buck those slutty hips toward my face, unintentionally chasing the high I’d so gladly give her, but its the closing of her legs that has my face upturned. Thighs locking around my neck, I use both my hands to pin them to the cooling hood, my lips now a vacuum as it harshly suctions against her glistening pearl. She settles for aimlessly thrashing about, the steel of the car bending in ways Im not entirely sure we can fix.

“You have tw- two minutes lef- uhhh ahhh,” she screeches.

She never misses a chance to talk her shit and I'll never miss a opportunity to turn down a challenge, adding my two fingers to the mix to help speed things along.

The car shakes viciously, her thighs struggling underneath my hand, my fingers no doubt leaving behind an imprint of just how good this night will end for her. Soon enough Carol’s fingernails graze my scalp, her hands pulling at my hair in all sorts of gratifying ways; a heavy hum of approval slipping past my lips and sending direct shock waves to her insides. 

The driving of my fingers never cease, and it's the way she clenches her hips, lifting them ever so slightly that lets me know just how dangerously close she is. Thirsty seconds left on the clock and I all but power speed through the final seconds, my mouth no doubt borderline painful on her now swollen clit.

In the knick of time I feel the dam of Carols walls break down, overflowing with her sticky essence as a result of probably the hardest work I’ve put in. She lies flatly on the car, her chest heavily panting as she takes a minute to rejoin me back on earth.

“Talk to me nice or don’t talk to me twice. FIVE MINUTES? Who the fuck could ever get you going in such a short time?” I bragged.

“You did your big one Cam damn,” she mimicked from earlier today, lengthy breaths puffing past her mouth as she struggles to catch herself.

“Yeah that’s right, now come put those lips on mine and see just how fucking delectable you taste.”

Smiling, she raises up off the hood of the car, grunting at the effort it took and slid down ever so slightly until her mouth met mine; soft kisses at first, that soon turned passionate; her hands coming up to cup my cheeks for an easier maneuver. 

Splashing from the water breaks the kiss, both of us craning our necks to see where the source is coming from, but all that greets us is how beautifully the moon kisses the rippling water, it’s pale reflection sitting atop the never ending tide. All remnants of the day is gone, the darkness swallowing the area whole and now adding a eerie vibe to the once peaceful scene. 

“C’mon C, let's head out,” I suggested. “I don’t care what that sound was and I’m not sticking around to find out. 

“It’s probably just a tree branch or a small animal taking a nightly dive,” she chuckled. 

“Again, I’m sticking around to find out.”

Laughing, she jumps from the hood, her wobbly footing almost sending her crashing to the ground. Helping with her stance, we fix her dress and head inside the car for some relief from the cooling breeze. 

“Whadya say, think we can buff out those dents?” Carol teases, revving the engine.

“Girl that’s tomorrow's problem. All I care about right now is a shower and some food.”

“Yes ma’am,” she concedes, her hand finding a permanent place on my thigh. “How are you feeling? I wasn’t too rough was I?”

“No, just mean,” I confess. 

“I’m sorry sweetness, sometimes I can go a little overboard. But all you gotta do is say the word and I’ll stop right in my tracks, knuckles deep and all.”

Palm slapped across my mouth, I fell into a fit of giggles at Carol's refusal to mince her words. Thankfully she’s never gotten too rough with me and was always right there with the perfect amount of aftercare to make sure that things never made me feel degraded.

Carol’s rough is borderline dominatrix whereas my rough is just me talking my shit. We both switch depending on our immediate moods, sex between us a combination of dom and sub behaviours from both parties, but at the end of it all is where we come together to make sure that everyone is on one accord.

“Im gonna run us a bath when we get back to the apartment and we can order from that Thai place down the street?” she offers. 

“Thats only if I don't fall asleep right away.”

“Oh sweetness, I won’t let that happen. Cause you still owe me two more rounds and I’ll be damned if I don’t get them.”

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Teenage Years

Fandom: Marvel

Relationship: High School Tony Stark x Reader

A/N: Something short that I’ve posted on my IG account a few weeks 2 Months ago, enjoy some BBY Stark while I finish the rest of my drafts! 🫶

Summary: Popular Rich Boy Tony Stark. Aka, Your Boyfriend, Aka The One Boy Who Can Make You Bend a Few Laws.

Words: 943

Warnings: (No) Pure Fluff, High School Years, Senior Tony Stark, Senior Reader, Romance, Romantic Tony Stark, Cute, Kisses, Rebel Years, Happy Cute Ending,

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It was April 15, 1987. A warm, bright, sunny Friday afternoon. Feeling the way the heat began making its way towards New York as its winter began melting away, bringing beautiful colors all around, sunflowers and chirping birds will soon be coming out of its hiding.

A wide smile spreads on your lips at the thought of summer, but also due to the boy who leaned against his Baltic blue 1987 Porsche. Both his hands were in his Jean pockets, as he had one ankle crosses over the other. A smirk shaping his face as he watches you run down the steps of the school with an excited skip.

“You know my father already doesn’t like you,” You start to say as you reach him, arms immediately wrapping around his neck as you continue, “And making me ditch class won’t help the situation,”

It wasn’t a lie, your father indeed did not like him, claimed he wasn’t fit for you, just another arrogant Stark who only thinks about himself and will one day break your heart, or worse leave you pregnant. But you didn’t believe one word because your father simply didn’t know Tony, he didn’t know his story, his struggle at home, his distant relationship with his father. He didn’t know the real Tony Stark, and he never will.

“Well you like me right?” Tony asks, eyebrow raised as his light brown eyes look into your own,

You smile at him, soft chuckle slipping past your lips, “Yes. Yes I do,”

“Then that’s that’s all I need,” He comments with a smirk before closing the gap between you two, feeling the way his lips softly latch onto your own, carefully and gently kissing you,

You melt against him, sighing against the kiss as you let your fingers slip into his hair, massaging his scalp as you slightly deepen the kiss. The moment doesn’t last long since he breaks it first, smiling at you he leads you to the passenger side, opening the door and allowing to slip in the far before closing it behind you and quickly making his way towards the drivers side where he drives out of school grounds. Burning rubber on the way out.

Music played loudly on the speakers as he drove down the streets, fresh wind blowing against your hair and skin, making a large smile spread on your face as you close your eyes, relishing the feeling of the weather since you missed the heat. While one hand was interlocked with Tony’s, your other extends out to your right, past the passengers door as you move your hand up and down in the air. At one point while driving down the road, Tony happened to turn around to glance at you and boy was it a goddamn sight. Your eyes shut, faint smile on your lips, head slightly bobbing to the music as the wind blew against your hair, sending your beautiful (H/C) strands to fly in all kinds of directions. You were an absolute work of art and he couldn’t have been happier to have you in his life.

Smiling at you once more he brings your interlocked hands towards his lips where he places a peck at the back of your hand before continuing in driving down the road.

In less than 30 or so minutes, you arrive at your destination. Parking in an empty lot, straight ahead was the beach where some people walked or relaxed in the sand where others swam in the water. It was barely three in the afternoon but people were already sunbathing and enjoying the beautiful weather. Which you rather be doing than being in a classroom watching movies or taking notes of the film. Since you basically only had two months left of school, most of your teachers spent their class period relaxing and letting the senior students enjoy their time with friends before graduation, knowing it’ll be the last time anyone will be in touch due to everyone parting ways.

The future did scare you—you won’t lie. Scared what will happen in the upcoming years, scared what will happen to you both. Would it last long? Would you two part ways? Maybe and that’s the truth. It hurts, but that’s how life is. You get hurt and you learn from it to get better. But as of now, you’re going to not think of the future and just enjoy right now. Enjoy him.

You two sat on top of the convertible, having ate a hot dog and soda to wash it down and now you both sat there. Talking to one another about anything and everything, neither caring if you both were skipping school. You two remained there, next to each other. Enjoying one another, because you both were making it memorable for as long as possible.

“Should probably take you home,” Tony whispers, large smile on his face as he stares into your (E/C) eyes,

“Yeah, you should,” You respond, sharing the same smile as him,

You both remain staring at each other for another good minute, knowing neither one was ready to say goodbye, not just yet.

“Wanna get some ice cream?” He asks as your hands cup his face,

“Thought you’d never ask,” You tell him with a wide smile before gently latching your lips with his,

The question that hovered in the air was, will you end up being grounded until you graduate for skipping school and for getting home late? Most likely. But not once will you ever regret this day, because these are moments that are worth making and worth remembering. They don’t call them ‘Teenage Years’ for a reason.

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In fifty years, will all this be declassified? | Agents Of SHIELD Fanfic

Pairing: Amelia M. Parker & Grant Ward (WardParker)

Summary: In other words, suffering is worse than falling down low..

Characters feature/mentioned: Kara Palamas, Melissa Wallace, Marlene Kassdy, The Young Avengers

Timeline: Set a year after Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014), Agents Of Shield Season 2 (2014-2015)

Warning: Mentions of torture, blood, needles, heartbreak and fighting

Fic Type: Angst

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A/N: Goodness, someone help them all. Also sorry if it's a long fic! I hope you enjoy it ;) And yes I reference a Taylor Swift song as the title hehe

Inspired by: Agents Of Shield 2x21/22

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Dry pastel lit color faded between the clouds, as the soft yet grime shades filled the room. 

The air thick with dust and the distant sound of wind howling against the cracked windows. A mild, yet faint screeching pierced the silence, mingling with the rhythmic dripping of water somewhere in the shadows.

The autumn chill that sinked though the cracks of the door made its way towards her body, responding her eyes to slowly flutter open. She squinted her eyes turning her around to see the area she was set in.

Confusion wrapped around her like a mask; the last thing she remembered was sifting through the scattered remnants of an old agent’s life in a deserted apartment, searching for files that could’ve been used for other purposes.

It was darkly and dimly lit when she made herself present in that apartment reaching for the last lines of the forgotten report, hearing a soft thud, a shadow looming behind her—then nothing.

Amelia blinked, forcing her mind to piece together the fragments, but all she grasp was the nagging dull pain against her neck. Her fingers twitching waking themselves up only to hit a wooden board. She glanced down to noticed her wrists were against a table, yet her ankles were tied backwards to the chair.

She tugged against the restraints, but they held firm, the rough fibers biting into her skin. Panic clawed at her throat as she took in her surroundings: the rusted beams overhead, the scattered debris underfoot, and the faint light filtering through the grime-coated windows.

With every strained breath, the cold air seeped deeper into her bones, heightening her senses. The screeching outside grew louder, mingling with the pounding of her heart.

Just then, a door creaked open somewhere in the warehouse, and her breath caught in her throat. Amelia huffed and winced catching sight of who it was.

Grant Ward.

Following behind him was Agent 33, Kara Palamas, an a former SHIELD agent. Her was brain given some deep suffering, due to memory loss from Daniel Whitehall and of course she was helped afterward, tested by Fitzsimmons, then she left again. More or less…

Grant smiled sitting across the table from her. One of fingers lightly pushes a strand of hair away from Amelia’s face to see her clearly. Grant will never admit it but he didn’t like having her kidnapped, but he needed SHIELD to reveal any information that had on the Projects and Daniel Whitehall.

Amelia was one of SHIELD most well known and possibly active agents they had. According to the rumor mill she was loved and appreciated, having help put The Young Avengers together, being his co-captain in the very beginning of Coulson’s team back in 2013 and the list went on.

But he knew that Amelia Parker only scratched the surface, of the people she was surrounded by. He knew that none of the recruits and so-called friends truly cared for her, watched her six. If they did care, they would’ve found her by now. Hell, Agent Hill was the one who pushed her senseless into being the agent she was today. 

The poor workaholic agent who was pushed to the brink of it all, making the choices to see the good in others and step in to put herself in danger for the sake of the people around her. 

For the sake of the mission. 

Pushing down all the hurt and blame for her own sake. Taking the hits, making the kills and watching the ones she cared for suffer. 

All Grant wanted to do was keep her safe, have her join him in the mist of SHIELD’s fall back in 2014 and live on the run. But she refused to stay with him.

Because her loyalty was too high and her trust in others were on the balancing act of being destroy right before her eyes.

And yet, here she sat in front of him, her own green eyes staring right into his brown ones.  

“Hi baby.” He said in a calm low tone. 

She held a tight calm smile as she responded, “Hi.

“I’mma cut to the chase. You do know why you’re here, right?”

“Cause you miss me, hon?”

Kara, who was standing a few steps behind Grant, crossed her arms and held back a scoff at her remark. She knew the two had history, which annoyed her completely.

“Miss you? That’s a bold assumption,” Kara shot back, forcing the humor even as her pulse raced slightly.

Grant leaned forward, the smile fading as he studied her. “You’re in a warehouse, tied to a chair. I don’t want to play games, Ames.”

Kara shifted, her posture rigid as she eyed Amelia. “You don’t have to protect her anymore, Grant. She’s not one of us…”

“Not one of us?” Amelia echoed, the bite in her voice sharper than she intended. “You think that just because you’re playing for a different side now, it makes you less of a traitor?”

Kara bristled, but Grant raised a hand, silencing the tension in the room.  “This isn’t about sides,” he said, his tone even but strained. “It’s about information. SHIELD’s been sitting on something big, and I need you to help me find it.”

Amelia’s mind raced at the thought. The thought of betraying her former team sent a chill through her. “And what if I refuse? What makes you think I will help you?”

He leaned closer, intensity radiating from him. “Then you’ll stay here. And trust me, we both know I always find another way to get what I need. But it won’t be pretty for you.”

“Is that a threat, baby?”

“Call it a promise. I said don’t ever want to hurt you, Ames, not again, but if it comes to it, I will.”

Amelia’s eyes fell of Kara and exhaled, “And her?”

Grant noticed her gaze and leaned backwards. His expression turned serious as he said, “Kara, is none of your concern.”

“Liar. What is it that I did that so wrong to her?”

Kara shifted and met her gaze, leaning forward with a slight glare. “You know what you did, you're responsible for my kidnapping, you and Wallace had my location rigid and led me to Whitehall. When I did escape, Marlene and the others were late to get me back to base. I was tortured and enslaved for what felt like ages!”

Amelia’s eyes darted as she shifted, trying to stand up from her chair. She snarled, “The location was rigid to begin with! It wasn’t mine or Melissa’s fault. It was none of our faults!”

“Then apologize!”

“For a miscommunication? I did weeks ago!”

“It wasn’t enough.”

“..why have it be just me? Not strap Melissa or anyone else to a chair?”

That’s when Kara allowed a small smirk to appear on her face.

“Because. Melissa will just give me a snarky remark and scream, she’s not trained for the physical and mental discomfort across the body. But you are.” Kara explained to Amelia.

Amelia’s eyes darted back to Ward with a warning tone. “Grant.” She muttered. 

Grant stood from his seat and grabbed a device from the wall as he contained the explanation to a minimum, “We’re using you as an advantage here, Ames. If we want SHIELD to give us what they want as well and see a piece of them crumble, why not have one of their finest agents be the representation of it all?”

“Which means?” Amelia asked.

“We will keep you here.” Kara said, “In result, disorient the other agents such as Melissa, Marlene and your precious boyfriend, who I bet has no idea that your gone, into running around in rampage looking for you. The more pain you inflect, will give the others no choice but to give us the information needed.”

Amelia’s heart raced with a mix of fear and defiance as the words hung in the air. 

She scoffed as a small smile broke across her face. A shake chuckle escaped her hips for whatever reason. “You’re both just petty and delusional.” Amelia remarked. “Even if it I am not found by them, and I’m tortured. You realize that The Young Avengers will get concerned and try to find me, right?”

Grant crossed his arms and shook her head, as he strapped a wires and tightened the chair a bit more. Beforehand, he used anesthetic to remove any sensation of pain from Morse-Parker, however the sensation of the shockwaves and needles will be an unbearable pain, hitting her body all at once. 

Kara claimed to many beforehand, that was the pain she felt when she was harmed by Whitehall and when she regained control of her mind once again. 

When no one answered her remarked about The Young Avengers—Liane, Rick, Rochelle, Cole and the others—would grow panicked and try to find her, it was a clear as day response. They were too busy and selfish to care for others’s turmoil to save them. Kara and Grant convey that answer by just exchanging a glance at Amelia.

 Amelia's heart raced, a mixture of defiance and dread coursing through her veins. “You really think that will work? You’re underestimating them.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm, masking the worry gnawing at her.

Grant tightened the straps, his brow furrowed with frustration. “It’s not about underestimating them. It’s about making them desperate.”

Kara’s smirk faded as she stepped closer. “You think they care enough to risk everything for you? They’ve got their own battles to fight. You’re just a pawn in this game, Amelia.”

The weight of her words hit harder than any blow. Memories of laughter and camaraderie flashed through Amelia’s mind, but the shadows of doubt loomed larger. She shook her head, unwilling to let them see her falter. “You’re wrong. They won’t stop searching for me.”

Grant leaned back, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. “And if they do find you, what then? You think they’ll storm in here and rescue you? They don’t even know where you are.”

Kara stepped closer, her voice low and chilling. “They’ll waste time chasing ghosts, and by the time they figure it out, it’ll be too late.”

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A silence fell, heavy with unspoken truths. Amelia felt the chill in the air deepen, a reminder of her vulnerability as the hours went by. She felt herself growing hungry and weak by the second, as her eyes tried their hardest to not give into the weight and close themselves.

Deep into the night, the weight of Grant and Kara’s words hit pierced harder than any words. Every moment spent in the room, tied to the chair, her wrists trying to wiggle out of the restrains and the needles digging into her fingers send an engulfing pain across her body. The wires sending shockwaves through her body, were just as bad, she could practically taste the metal in the air, under her skin. 

Amelia was on the brink of giving into the pain and torment, that she was lost caused. She wasn’t going to be saved. That Kara and Grant were right. She was fool to think SHIELD and The Young Avengers—her friends—would care to save her. To release any evidence in hopes of having her come back to them.

That loyalty and trust that tied her to her team was slipping between her fingers.

She could’ve sworn she heard typing of a laptop and invoices being messaged between the two in another room, whenever Kara or Grant weren’t inside with her. She could hear Grant’s low murmur, the occasional sharp retort from Kara. The sound of certain agents from the messages, such as Marlene, her voice was faintly heard, so was Melissa. A flicker of Jeremy’s tone of voice and a few others that she didn’t quite recognize.

She wondered if Jeremy was negotiating a deal to the data on Whitehall or some kind of information in general. She wondered if Melissa trying to relocate the trace of the phone's pattern to her location, or maybe Marlene had just threaten to murder Ward.

Gods know what the others on the line must've been discussing.

However nothing from The Young Avengers.

As for their mouths moving? Conversation between the three echo though the warehouse, a mixture of screams, snarky remarks, and words that were sharper than a knife. Grant was one of the few people, who knew her better than anyone, he had a hand in training her and sense her downfall from a mile away. 

He knew that she knows that there was no one coming from her. And if they did. They would be too late, suffering the lost of someone who they assumed, they care for deeply. It was a twisted symphony of betrayal and desperation that echoed around her, each note driving the point home: she was alone.

Speaking of echos being said, at one point, when Amelia refused to once again to apologize to Kara, the closure to heal according to Grant, the brunette slapped Amelia across the face before she walked around the chair with a wicked smirk.

“If you want a nice view of my ass, sweetheart, that will be...” Amelia said in a slight witty tone, however her voice trailed off, hearing the sound of fabric and a wince of a blade, “..what is she doing?”

Grant didn’t let her swift her neck around to see the damage about to inflect upon her, instead snatching her chin under his fingers, forcing her to face him. For a fleeting moment, his gaze softened, a hint of regret flickering in his brown eyes.

“You don’t have to do this, Ames. We can work this out—” He said in a soft tone. 

“No.“ Amelia cut him off, her tone resolute, almost shaking in a hush tone, “Not like this..”

Before she can even repeat her words, a sharp passing of a knife slide across the back of her knees, her inner knees, as she let out a deep whine. She squeezed her eyes and gasped breathing heavily, her chest rising and fall, due to the action taking place. Her eyes water as she gulped, catching Grant’s gaze as she tried to wipe her face towards Kara.

Amelia’s breath came in ragged gasps, the pain radiating through her legs, refusing to show weakness, however it was clear. Grant’s grip on her chin tightened, his gaze searching hers for a flicker of compliance.

Kara stepped closer, a glint of amusement in her eyes. “You really think you’re in control here? You’re tied up, and your friends are miles away. This is your reality now.”

Amelia felt the weight of her words sink in, but she wouldn’t give in just yet. “And if I break? If I give they what you want? What happens then?”

She shrugged, a cruel smile curling her lips. “Maybe we’ll let you go. Maybe I won’t. It all depends on how entertaining you are.”

Before Amelia could respond, Grant’s expression shifted, a flicker of anger crossing his face. “Enough, Kara. This isn’t a game.”

Kara rolled her eyes, dismissing his concern. “Oh please, Grant. You’re not her keeper. She made her choices.”

Amelia’s eyes flickered between the pair. Despite Grant’s protectiveness over her, he was true as day that he cared for Kara just the same. He may claim to still love her, but his heart had made space for Kara. She scoffed, honestly, with how delusional they both were, they desires each other. 

“Choices?” Amelia scoffed, her voice steady despite the pain. “Um, I didn’t choose to be here, and you know it.”

Grant’s jaw tightened, a mix of frustration and a hint of guilt flashing across his face. “I didn’t want this for you, Amelia. I wanted to protect you.”

“By letting Kara and yourself torture me?” she shot back, her gaze unwavering. “You’re not protecting me, Grant. You lied to me once, you’ll do it again.”

He always said that one thing, she will understand everything he ever done, but she won’t. One look from Kara and Grant, and she realized she was more than a pawn, in this sick game. She’s the queen. The moment she decide to cooperate or her teammates come and find her, give them any information about Whitehall, the game changes. 

If she might even survive this.

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The hours went by, no help, no hope of salvation—none. 

It was hopeless.

She whimpered and winced, gasping for air as her fingers were being pierced by needles and her body was attached to the wires from earlier. She has been yelled at, bleeding and bruised.

She was purely shaking at this point. At least she was able to convince Ward to release her ankles for some breathing room. However, she was cold. From her feet to her toes, despite the clothing she was wearing, she was feeling the air bouncing against her skin.

As she wiggled her wrists against the restraints, searching for any weakness, the faint sound of footsteps approached. She held her breath, heart pounding, readying herself for whatever was to come.

The door creaked open, and Grant stepped inside. He paused, meeting her gaze with a mixture of concern and resolve. 

“You okay?” he asked, a hint of sincerity breaking through his hardened facade.

Her voice was slightly shaky under her breath, “Is that even a question?”

“Ames.”

“Not even close, and you know it.” 

“It’s gonna be a long night, I knew you’ll be tough. Coulson’s got an eye for talent.”

“So did you..”

He sighed, his harden facade slowly returned, as a tone that was undoubtedly unreadable appeared. He sat down across from her. Her breathing was deep and hitched, her glares softened ever so slightly, before slowly hardening once again.

“You and I are a lot alike, Ames.” He began, his voice simple yet smooth. “Emotions buried deep inside where nowhere will ever find it.”

She shook her head lightly, “Why’s that? Because you know me very well?” “Because the reason why you kill and fight and recruit others..it’s not because you feel it’s a duty.”

“It is..you caught onto that lesson very early on. Being pushed to the prime level, because it hides whatever uncertainty you have..”

“That’s what you think? Are you referring to me or yourself?”

Amelia paused remembering a conversation she had with Skye involving the context of Ward. He kills because of his emotional attachment and his desire to help, not just for his own desire but for a gain. 

But there was something more to that.

After a moment Amelia said under her breath as she admitted, “..it’s not because of nothing, or that it’s a duty to serve..it’s because you feel too much..i feel too much..”

Grant watched her eyes gearing up, the shift in her eyes, at the realization. The pain, the despair, the suffering, the repeated questions and conversation. It was like memories flashed—every laugh, every time she was snapped at, every snarl or glare, every moment of believing in trust and faith—it all came crashing down upon her.

The right push and she can be forced to see the truth, even if she denied it. Hell, the words that Amelia said hit Grant as hard a brick. It wasn’t false, he did care, sometimes way too much. But like he said, he buried it deep, to save himself the heartbreak and torment.

However he did say if Amelia didn’t corporate, or if SHIELD didn’t release information on Whitehall, he will do a certain job. One that she has seen done before..

“Baby, listen to me.” Grant said, bringing her back to the moment holding up needle in-between his fingers. “Kara needs closure. Your teammates are already suffering with no idea where you are, thanks to Kara. But you, just admit you betrayed her and we can end this.”

She scoffed, “You’re such a hypocrite, you know that? Betray her? Honey, may I remind you that you betrayed your whole entire team! You betrayed me.”

“For the—! For the hundredth time, I was loyal to Garrett, not HYDRA!”

“For the hundredth time, I don’t care!”

“Amelia!”

“What?! You always have that excuse or decide to blame Garrett for your choices!”

“We both know, if it was the other way another and you were in my shoes, you would understand! We talked about this!”

“I know! And for the that, I say, screw you!”

That’s when Grant leaned forward against the table, his body dangling among the chair he sat in. Their face were mere inches apart, they can feel the other’s hot breath against one another’s face. Every scare, bump and bruise, laced across their face.

The tension was heating off their bodies, their breathing was thick and hitched. 

“You don’t know me as well, as you think you do.” He growled under his breath, his back arched and his palms pressed against the table.

“Sure I do, baby.” She responded, growling in the same exact intensity.

However she held a light smirk, ripping off her restraints that she spent the last hours  loosing up, grunted as she both hands grabbed the back of his neck and slammed his face into the table.

She held out a breath, snatching the needle from his grasp and stabbing him with it. Grant broke free from her grasp just as quickly, as Amelia stumbled backwards. He launched at her as she jumped over the table and kicked him the chest. 

Before they two knew it, they were dancing around, blocking and trying to punch one another into corners. Spinning, turning and trying to slam the other into a wall. Grunts, pounding from footsteps against the ground, shouts and screaming were heard from within the warehouse, as they broke though the walls and into the hallways.

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At one point, Amelia raised her height was going to cause her a real disadvantage, Grant was taller than her by a lot. So just as he was about to launch at her once again, she reached up to a poll, grasping a tight grip before swinging her legs forwards launching Grant to break though the window of the door. 

“I taught you well..” He muttered, a hint of pride in his voice, before grabbing her and swinging the brunette around as they head butted one another hitting against the tight narrow hallway.

Amelia head was slammed backwards, pounding firm near a wall, before her body slid downwards onto the floor as she grunted and let out a groaned. Grant towered over her just as Kara hurried in, holding her gun towards Amelia.

She was ready to shoot her, but didn’t, yet. She wanted to hear the apology, understand her pain. She exchanged a look with Ward.

“Anything you want to say to Kara?” Grant asked, letting out a deep breath.

Amelia’s eyes darted between the door of them, her vision was blurry as she said, “..yeah.”

“She’s waiting.”

“I’m not sorry anymore..” Amelia muttered under her breath. 

Kara exhaled, lowering the gun, “This isn’t right..I’m not feeling, she’s not sorry..”

Grant took the gun from her stuffing it into his back pocket and placed a hand on her shoulder, “It’s alright, baby, I know what to do..”

Her gaze flickered between the pair, one look from Grant and Amelia knew what was coming for her, he going to pull the trigger. The hours were running up. 

He’ll do the one thing she seen him do, only once, years ago. 

It will not just make her suffer but the ones who claimed to love her...

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Eira Skadi

Name: Eira Skadi

Date of Birth: December 21st

Age: 23

Height: 5'7" (170 cm)

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Sexuality: Bisexual

Personality: Eira is calm, introspective, and sometimes seen as cold and aloof, reflecting the nature of her powers. Despite this, she has a compassionate heart and a deep sense of responsibility. She struggles with finding her place in the world, as her abilities often set her apart from others, making her feel like an outsider.

Affiliations: Initially a loner, Eira eventually comes into contact with other heroes after being targeted by a faction of Frost Giants who believe she is a reincarnation of one of their ancient queens. She finds herself allied with Thor and Loki, as well as mutants like Iceman, with whom she shares a kinship due to their similar abilities.

Background: Eira Skadi was born in a small town in Norway, where the legends of frost giants and Norse gods still loom large. As a child, she exhibited a strange resistance to cold, but her true abilities didn't manifest until she was caught in a severe snowstorm during a mountain hike. Miraculously surviving, she discovered she could control and generate ice, much like the mythical jotuns from Asgardian lore.

Powers:

Cryokinesis: Eira can generate and manipulate ice and cold, creating anything from delicate snowflakes to massive ice structures. She can freeze objects with a touch or project blasts of icy wind and shards.

Temperature Control: She can lower the temperature in her immediate vicinity, creating localized blizzards or freezing mists that obscure visibility and hinder movement.

Ice Armor: Eira can coat herself in a protective layer of ice, making her more resilient to physical and energy attacks.

Glacial Constructs: She can create detailed and complex ice constructs, such as weapons, shields, or even animated ice creatures to fight alongside her

Potential Villains/Enemies:

Frost Giants: Some believe Eira is destined to lead them in a new era of conquest.

Cryo: A scientist who seeks to replicate Eira’s powers through technology and genetic manipulation, leading to the creation of powerful cryo-soldiers.

The Wraith of Winter: An ancient, malevolent spirit of winter that possesses people to spread cold and despair.

Eira’s Story Arc

1. Origin of Frost

Eira Skadi grows up in a small Norwegian town, where she’s always felt out of place. She’s known for being a little odd—never getting cold and always drawn to the snow and ice. One day, while hiking in the mountains, she gets caught in a sudden, brutal snowstorm. Stranded and close to freezing to death, she instinctively unleashes a blast of ice from her hands, creating a shelter of ice around herself. Shocked but relieved to be alive, she realizes she’s not just resistant to the cold—she can control it.

After this incident, Eira starts experimenting with her abilities, trying to keep them hidden. She thinks she might be a mutant, but her powers seem more magical than anything else. Things take a turn when she’s ambushed by a group of Frost Giants who break into her home. They’re not there to hurt her but to take her back with them, claiming she’s the key to restoring their lost realm. Freaked out, she barely escapes with the help of a teleporting spell from a mysterious ally who later reveals himself as Loki.

2. Finding Herself

Loki, intrigued by her abilities, takes her to Asgard, where she meets Thor and the other Asgardians. She learns that her powers come from a connection to the Heart of Ymir, a powerful artifact tied to the original frost giant, Ymir. It turns out the Heart of Ymir amplifies cryokinetic abilities, and the Frost Giants believe that Eira, being born on Midgard, is the perfect vessel to wield it.

Thor, seeing the potential danger, offers to help Eira learn to control her powers before the Frost Giants can use her as a weapon. Eira trains in Asgard, struggling to harness her abilities without letting them overwhelm her. She feels out of place among the gods and warriors of Asgard but finds a friend in Loki, who, despite his teasing, understands what it’s like to feel like an outsider.

3. The Frostbound War

While Eira is learning to control her powers, Skorri, a rogue Asgardian warlord, discovers the existence of the Heart of Ymir. He believes he can use Eira’s connection to the Heart to create a new era of winter that will allow him to conquer both Midgard and Asgard. He attacks Asgard with a group of Frost Giants loyal to him, aiming to capture Eira and the Heart.

Eira, who’s still struggling with her abilities, feels responsible for the chaos Skorri is causing. She decides to fight back, joining Thor and the Avengers in a desperate battle to protect both realms. Despite being new to heroics, she proves herself in the fight, using her powers to hold back Skorri’s forces and even turning the tide of battle with a massive ice storm that helps the heroes defeat him.

This victory, however, comes at a cost. Eira has pushed herself to the limit, and in doing so, she inadvertently taps into the Heart’s power, causing a temporary rift between Midgard and the realm of the Frost Giants. Seeing the destruction she’s capable of, she’s left terrified of her own abilities.

4. Internal Struggles

After the war, Eira returns to Earth, feeling more lost than ever. She isolates herself in a remote area, scared that if she loses control again, she could cause even more harm. During this time, she struggles with intense feelings of guilt and fear, wondering if she’s more of a weapon than a person.

It’s only when Iceman, a mutant with similar abilities, tracks her down that she starts to come out of her shell. He shares his own experiences with controlling his powers and offers to help her. With his support and guidance, Eira starts to gain confidence again, slowly coming to terms with her abilities. They even go on a few small missions together, helping out when extreme weather situations arise.

Despite this progress, Eira is still haunted by what she saw in the Heart of Ymir—visions of herself as a powerful, almost god-like being capable of reshaping entire realms. She fears that no matter how much she tries to do good, she’s destined to become a threat.

5. Acceptance

In the final act of her story, Eira is forced to confront her worst fears when the Frost Giants, now leaderless after Skorri’s defeat, attempt to use the Heart of Ymir to open a permanent gateway between Midgard and their realm. Knowing she’s the only one who can stop them, Eira teams up with the Avengers and Asgardians once more.

During the battle, she finally accepts that her powers are a part of her and not something to fear. Drawing on the full potential of her abilities, she manages to seal the rift between the realms and neutralize the Heart of Ymir, preventing anyone from using it again. In doing so, she risks losing her powers entirely, but instead, she emerges stronger and more in control than ever.

Having finally come to terms with who she is, Eira decides to stay on Earth but maintain her connections with Asgard. She becomes a bridge between the two worlds, helping both Asgardians and Midgardians understand and cooperate with each other. She’s still figuring out where she belongs, but she knows now that she doesn’t have to be defined by her past or her powers.

Hobbies and Interests:

1. Ice Sculpting: Given her powers, Eira naturally gravitates toward creating intricate ice sculptures. It started as a way to practice fine control over her abilities, but she found it calming and expressive. She enjoys crafting everything from small, delicate figures to large, elaborate structures. It’s her way of channeling her creativity and finding beauty in her powers.

2. Mountain Hiking: Eira grew up in a mountainous region and loves the outdoors. Hiking helps her clear her mind and reconnect with nature. She feels a sense of peace and freedom in high, snowy places where her powers feel most natural.

3. Learning Norse Mythology: Since discovering her connection to the Asgardian world, Eira has become fascinated with Norse myths and legends. She reads up on ancient tales, trying to understand her place in this larger cosmic story and learn more about the beings she might encounter.

4. Cooking and Baking: Eira finds cooking and baking to be a comforting, grounding activity. She’s especially good at making Norwegian comfort foods like kjøttkaker (meatballs) and skillingsboller (cinnamon rolls). It’s a way for her to stay connected to her roots and share a piece of her heritage with her new friends.

5. Music and Guitar Playing: Eira enjoys listening to music, particularly instrumental and folk music that reminds her of home. She’s also been learning to play the guitar, finding it a soothing way to unwind. While she’s not aiming to be a performer, she likes playing simple tunes that match the mood of the snowy landscapes she loves.

6. Meditation and Yoga: To help with her powers and the anxiety they sometimes bring, Eira practices meditation and yoga. It helps her center herself and keep her emotions in check, which is crucial for maintaining control over her abilities.

Likes and Dislikes

Likes:

1. Snowy Landscapes: Eira feels most at home in cold, snowy environments. She loves the stillness and beauty of a snow-covered forest or a quiet winter’s night. It’s where she feels most connected to herself and her powers.

2. Hot Chocolate: One of her favorite indulgences, especially after spending time in the cold. She has a particular fondness for rich, creamy hot chocolate with a hint of spice.

3. Winter Fashion: Eira has a soft spot for cozy sweaters, scarves, and boots. She enjoys dressing in layers and often incorporates her love of winter into her style.

4. Quiet Moments: Whether it’s a quiet evening alone or a peaceful walk in the snow, Eira values calm and solitude. It’s a chance for her to reflect and recharge.

5. Northern Lights: Eira is captivated by the beauty of the aurora borealis. Watching the lights dance across the sky gives her a sense of wonder and connection to the world.

6. Old Stories and Legends: Eira enjoys reading old myths and legends, especially those that touch on the nature of ice and cold. She finds them both fascinating and, sometimes, a little comforting.

Dislikes:

1. Overcrowded Places: Eira feels uncomfortable in busy, crowded environments. The noise and chaos make it hard for her to focus, and she worries about accidentally losing control of her powers.

2. Hot Weather: Eira struggles with heat. It makes her feel drained and disconnected from her abilities. She avoids warm climates as much as possible.

3. Being Misunderstood: One of her biggest fears is being seen as a threat or a freak because of her powers. She dislikes when people judge her without trying to understand her or when they only see her for her abilities and not who she is.

4. Conflict: Eira prefers to avoid unnecessary confrontations. While she can defend herself and others when needed, she dislikes fighting and the chaos it brings.

5. Being Pressured: Eira hates being pushed into things she’s not comfortable with, whether it’s using her powers in ways she’s unsure of or being forced into the spotlight. She values her independence and hates feeling like she has no choice.

6. Dishonesty and Betrayal: Eira values trust and honesty, and she finds it hard to forgive people who lie to or deceive her. She’s had to deal with enough uncertainty in her life and values genuine connections.

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