#opposites attract series

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↱ opposites attract ↰

➘ summary : (y/n) is an avenger in training, she works closely with Steve rogers and Bucky Barnes because she too is a super solider, one of the newest types hydra has created. She can reach faster speeds, has stronger scenes and even powers. Unlike the two men she was grown in a lab and taught their ways from a young age but now that she’s under the avengers belt they’ll do all that they can to make sure she further grows up using her her abilities for the greater good; only problem with that is she’s no longer in their timeline much less their world. Tony’s newest invention sends her to another world known as pandora, now how ever will she survive on her own without her two super soldier guardians by her side. Will she make it on her own? Is she even truly alone in this mysterious world? And why is this blue boy constantly following her around?!

➘ a/n : that’s a mouthful I know but with great reason, I needed you guys to understand that what’s to come before I actually start writing this story

➘ prologue : the creations beginning and end

The Avengers gathered in the high-tech conference room of the Avengers Compound, their attention focused on the large holographic screen at the front. Director Nick Fury's stern image appeared, his eye patch a testament to his years of experience and dedication.

"Avengers," Fury's voice carried an air of gravity, "we've received intel indicating that Hydra has established a new pop-up base in a remote region of Eastern Europe. Our sources indicate that this base is linked to experiments involving advanced weaponry and genetic manipulation."

Natasha Romanoff, also known as Black Widow, leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as she absorbed the information. "Any specifics on their objectives?"

Fury nodded, and the holographic screen changed to display a series of images and documents. "Hydra seems to be developing a bioweapon capable of targeting specific individuals. We believe they are using advanced genetic manipulation techniques to create enhanced soldiers for their cause."

Steve Rogers, Captain America, frowned. "This sounds like a significant threat."

Fury's gaze hardened. "It is. We've managed to infiltrate their communications network, but we don't have much time. We need to strike now before they can finalize their experiments."

Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, glanced at the images on the screen, her brows furrowing. "How do they plan to deploy this bioweapon?"

Fury tapped a button, and a map of the pop-up base's location appeared. "Our satellite imagery shows that the base is situated near a major urban center. We believe Hydra intends to use the bioweapon in a populated area to cause chaos and sow fear."

Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier, clenched his metal fist. "We can't let that happen."

Fury's expression was grim. "Exactly. The safety of countless lives depends on your success. Our objective is to infiltrate the base, disable the experiments, and extract any valuable intel. However, we have reason to believe that the base is heavily guarded, and its defenses are no joke."

Thor, the God of Thunder, leaned back in his chair, his gaze contemplative. "What of their leadership?"

Fury's lips curled into a thin smile. "That's where things get interesting. We've learned that Baron von Strucker, a high-ranking Hydra operative, is overseeing the operations. Taking him down would significantly weaken their hold."

Vision, the android with a synthetic soul, raised an eyebrow. "Our strategy?"

Fury's image nodded. "You'll be split into two teams. One will focus on infiltrating the base and disabling the experiments, while the other will target Strucker. We'll provide you with tactical support and the latest technology."

Clint Barton, Hawkeye, spoke up. "And what's the timeline?"

Fury's expression was stern. "You leave in 48 hours. Prepare yourselves and coordinate with your respective teams. This mission is high-risk, but your success is crucial."

As the holographic screen faded, the Avengers exchanged determined glances. The stakes were high, but they were a team forged in the fires of adversity. With each member bringing their unique skills and unwavering resolve to the table, they knew that they would stop at nothing to ensure Hydra's plans were thwarted and the innocent lives were protected.

As the holographic screen faded, the Avengers remained seated, their expressions resolute and focused. The weight of the mission hung heavily in the air, but their determination burned brighter.

Steve Rogers, Captain America, broke the silence. "We've faced Hydra before, and we've taken down their operations. This won't be any different."

Tony Stark, Iron Man, leaned back in his chair, his trademark smirk playing on his lips. "Plus, I've been itching for some action. Time to test out the latest upgrades on the suit."

Natasha Romanoff, Black Widow, nodded in agreement. "We'll need to coordinate carefully, gather as much intel as possible, and strike at the right moment."

Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, raised her hand, her fingers glowing faintly with energy. "I can use my powers to create distractions and disrupt their defenses."

Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier, clenched his jaw. "I'll be on point for the infiltration team. I've got experience with their tactics."

Vision, ever analytical, spoke calmly. "I can analyze the base's security systems and provide real-time updates to the teams."

Thor, the God of Thunder, swung his mighty hammer to his side. "Fear not, my friends. We shall bring the storm to their doorstep."

Clint Barton, Hawkeye, twirled an arrow between his fingers. "And I'll be picking off any targets that come our way."

As the Avengers discussed strategy and tactics, their camaraderie and shared purpose were palpable. Each member brought their unique skills and strengths to the table, and their bond as a team was unbreakable.

Director Fury's voice came over the intercom, breaking into their planning. "Get some rest, Avengers. You've got a big day ahead."

Over the next 48 hours, the Avengers prepared for the mission ahead. They underwent intense training sessions, reviewed blueprints of the base, and fine-tuned their equipment. They gathered intelligence and analyzed every detail, leaving nothing to chance.

The day of the mission arrived. The teams assembled in the hangar of the Avengers Compound, suited up and ready for action. Their expressions were resolute, their determination unwavering.

Fury's image appeared on a screen, addressing them one last time before they departed. "Remember, the world is counting on you. Good luck."

With a final nod, the teams split up and boarded their respective aircraft. The engines roared to life, and the Avengers took to the skies, bound for the remote region in Eastern Europe.

As they neared the pop-up base, their hearts raced with a mix of anticipation and adrenaline. The mission was dangerous, the odds stacked against them, but they were the Avengers, Earth's mightiest heroes, and they would stop at nothing to ensure Hydra's plans were crushed.

The battle ahead would test their mettle, challenge their skills, and demand their unwavering resolve. But together, as a united force, they were ready to face whatever Hydra threw their way.

The Avengers infiltrated the pop-up base with precision, their teamwork and skills in full display as they fought their way through Hydra's defenses. Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, and Wanda Maximoff moved in sync, taking down guards and disabling security systems with calculated efficiency.

As they advanced deeper into the base, their attention was drawn to a hidden stairway at the end of a dimly lit corridor. The faint sound of eerie whispers seemed to emanate from the depths below. Intrigued and cautious, the group exchanged glances before descending the stairs, their weapons at the ready.

The stairway led them to an underground chamber, its walls adorned with ancient sigils that pulsed with an otherworldly energy. Talismans hung from the ceiling, casting an eerie glow that illuminated the room. Blood stains marred the floor, leading their eyes to a heavy metal door at the far end.

Steve's brows furrowed, his heightened instincts sensing danger. "This doesn't feel right," he muttered, his voice low.

Natasha's trained eyes scanned the area, her senses alert. "Agreed. We need to be cautious."

Bucky's grip tightened on his weapon as he eyed the talismans warily. "These symbols... they're definitely tied to something supernatural."

Wanda's powers tingled with recognition, her connection to the mystical realm allowing her to sense the hidden forces at play. "There's magic here, ancient and potent."

As they approached the metal door, they noticed the deep grooves of blood-stained trails leading to it. The door itself appeared to be reinforced with heavy locks and bolts, a barrier that held secrets they could only imagine.

Natasha leaned in to inspect the blood stains, her jaw set. "Someone—or something—was dragged through here."

Steve's jaw clenched. "We need to find out what's behind that door. It could be connected to Hydra's experiments."

With a collective nod, Bucky took the lead, using his enhanced strength to push open the door. The hinges creaked ominously, revealing a room shrouded in shadows.

As they stepped inside, their senses were assaulted by a cold, oppressive atmosphere. In the center of the room, an intricate ritual circle had been drawn, its lines pulsating with a malevolent energy. Candles flickered along the edges, casting dancing shadows on the walls.

Wanda's eyes widened as her powers reacted to the magical energy in the air. "This is dark magic, ancient and forbidden."

Natasha's gaze focused on a heavy, ornate table in the corner, upon which rested a blood-stained book. "That book... it might hold the key to what's been happening here."

Steve's expression hardened. "Let's secure that book and gather any evidence we can. We need to stop Hydra's plans."

As they moved to collect the book, their every movement seemed to disturb the unnatural stillness in the air. The atmosphere grew more oppressive, and the shadows seemed to writhe with an unsettling sentience.

Suddenly, a sinister voice echoed through the chamber, sending shivers down their spines. "Intruders, you trespass upon sacred ground."

They turned to face the source of the voice, their eyes narrowing as a figure stepped out of the shadows. Clad in tattered robes, the figure's eyes glowed with a malevolent light, and its presence radiated power beyond their comprehension.

As the Avengers faced this new threat, the air crackled with tension. The sigils on the walls seemed to pulse with renewed vigor, and the battle that loomed ahead promised to be unlike anything they had ever encountered.

The figure in the shadows proved to be a formidable adversary, their dark magic and otherworldly strength putting the Avengers on the defensive. Bucky, Steve, Wanda, and Natasha fought valiantly, their combined skills and teamwork allowing them to hold their own against the sinister force that opposed them.

As they clashed in the dimly lit chamber, the air crackled with energy. Bucky's metal arm clashed with the figure's conjured shadows, Steve's shield deflected bursts of dark magic, Wanda's crimson energy met the malevolent aura head-on, and Natasha's precision strikes tested the figure's agility.

Amidst the intense battle, Tony Stark's voice crackled through their comm devices. "Guys, I've got some information for you. We managed to dig up a profile on your opponent. It's not looking good."

Bucky grunted as he blocked a surge of dark energy, his eyes narrowing at the figure. "Spill it, Stark."

Tony's voice was grim. "The subject was created using a combination of dark and arcane magic, along with accidental magic events. They've got a body strong enough to contain what's described as the most powerful demon from the underworld. Subject designation is 666, but they've given her the human name (Y/N)."

The revelation hung heavy in the air as the Avengers continued their fight. The figure's sinister laughter echoed through the chamber, mingling with the clash of combat.

Wanda's eyes glowed with a fierce determination as she used her powers to create a barrier against an incoming onslaught. "If she's housing a demon, we need to stop her before it's unleashed."

Natasha's voice was determined as she landed a powerful kick. "Then let's end this."

Steve's shield shattered a burst of dark magic as he spoke over the comm. "Tony, find us a way to neutralize that demon. We can't let it be set loose."

Tony's response was swift. "Already on it. Just focus on taking down (Y/N)."

As the battle raged on, the Avengers pushed their limits, their determination unwavering. They knew that their opponents' dark power was unlike anything they had faced before, but they were the Earth's mightiest heroes for a reason. With each strike, each coordinated move, they fought not only for their own lives, but to prevent the demon within (Y/N) from wreaking havoc upon the world.

The chamber echoed with the clash of forces, shadows dancing across the walls as the fate of their mission hung in the balance. With Tony working on a solution and their combined strength, the Avengers were determined to emerge victorious and thwart Hydra's dark plans once and for all.

Exhausted but determined, the Avengers managed to land a series of precise blows on (Y/N), eventually knocking her unconscious. The chamber echoed with the sounds of their efforts, the eerie energy slowly dissipating as the battle came to an end.

Bucky knelt down beside (Y/N), his gaze fixed on her unconscious form. "We can't just leave her here," he said, his voice tinged with concern.

Natasha, standing nearby, crossed her arms. "Barnes, she almost killed us. We can't afford to show her mercy."

Steve stepped forward, his expression thoughtful. "Bucky has a point. If she's an experiment of Hydra's, leaving her here could come back to haunt us."

Wanda added her perspective, her voice calm yet determined. "We could take her with us, place her in a cell with the same sigils and talismans Hydra used. It seems to have contained her before."

Natasha's gaze hardened, her skepticism clear. "If this backfires and she escapes, don't come crying to me. I'm all for stopping Hydra, but dealing with an unstable, powerful individual like her is a whole other level."

As a team, the Avengers made the decision to bring (Y/N) with them. With caution and care, they bound her securely, ensuring that she would pose no immediate threat. They placed her in a specially designed containment unit, etching the same sigils and talismans onto the walls to mimic the binding magic that had been used in the chamber.

As they prepared to leave the base, Steve's voice carried a note of caution. "Let's make sure she's monitored at all times. We can't afford any surprises."

With their captured adversary secured, the Avengers retreated from the underground chamber, making their way back to the surface. Their expressions were a mix of weariness and determination, knowing that the battle might be over, but the larger conflict against Hydra's dark experiments still raged on.

As they emerged into the dim light of day, they carried the weight of their decisions, aware that they had taken a dangerous being into their custody. The road ahead was uncertain, and they would have to face the consequences of their actions. But as the Earth's mightiest heroes, they were committed to doing whatever it took to protect the world from the threats that sought to tear it apart.

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Opposites Attract Masterlist

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Summary - The World’s Greatest Thief and an upcoming vigilante. It shouldn’t work… right? (All fics in this series can be read as standalones.)

Rating - Explicit

Pairing - Selina Kyle x F!Vigilante!Reader

Warnings - 18+ content, Minors DNI, Smut, Language, Bisexual!Reader (Read warnings on each one shot!)

💎Night At The Museum

💎Catch Me If You Can

💎Dance With Me

[superbat-love]

Good Cop/Bad Cop

[littlexdeaths]

precious - e.m.

y2k eddie munson x girly reader

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: oral (fem receiving), fingering, spitting, eddie is a menace… but a cute one.

opposites attract masterlist

word count: 1k

a/n: another repost from my opposites attract series. i missed our feral, goblin boyfriend. so i hope you all enjoy xx.

He’s been in between your thighs for the better part of an hour, Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers now long forgotten in the background.

You had gotten Eddie the box set earlier that day as a surprise gift. So of course, your boyfriend wanted to spend the whole day having a movie marathon. And you were more than happy to oblige.

But the only problem was you.

You in your short pleated skirt and pink top that seemed to leave very little to the imagination. You were driving him absolutely crazy, despite not meaning to.

The brunette somehow managed to make it through the first film without caving. But each time you shifted positions, your cotton candy perfume would engulf his senses completely. Reminding him how sweet you were, and just how bad he’d missed tasting you.

So could you blame him for being too distracted to appreciate the gift?

After popping the second film in the dvd player, you joined him back on the sofa. The darkness of the room concealing the boner he’s been struggling with for the past three hours.

So when his hand started drifting up your bare thigh, you didn’t think anything of it. That is until his fingers began tracing the outline of your panties, snapping the elastic against your skin.

His head dips, lips grazing against the shell of your ear.

“We wants it, we needs it…”

Eddie’s voice had dropped an octave, gravely as he did his best impression of the creepy, crawly creature from the film.

You lightly smack his shoulder as he starts laughing, the sound filling the small room. But once he sees the look on your face he settles, nuzzling his face into the skin of your neck.

“Alright, alright I’m sorry, sweetheart. Let me try that again,” he hums as his lips trail further down to your collarbone, nipping lightly at your skin.

A small gasp leaves you as he begins sucking, tingles shooting straight to your core.

“Wanna taste you, doll… can I?” He asks, his voice just as deep as before— but the silliness of the previous moment is gone.

Only desperation laces his tone as his fingers slip underneath your panties. The male groans at the wetness he finds, the sound leaving you a little breathless.

“Please,” you whine, lips jutting out in a small pout.

That’s the only answer he needs before he’s detaching himself from you. Grinning mischievously as he slides off the sofa, working himself between your thighs. Your panties are removed almost haphazardly, making you giggle at his eagerness.

Eddie quickly tosses your legs over his shoulders, diving in immediately. Despite how eager he seemed, he slowly dragged his tongue through your soaked folds. Your boyfriend wanted to take his time, to savor each and every drop you were giving him.

Flash forward to almost an hour later, your fingers are tangled in his dark curls as he continues to lap at your overly sensitive cunt. Eddie was being a tease, getting you closer and closer to the edge before slowing down again.

It was his turn to drive you absolutely crazy. While simultaneously turning you into a needy mess under his skillful tongue. He suddenly pulls back for a moment, the glow from the tv highlighting the juices smeared across his chin.

The male gathers some of it on his fingers, eagerly sucking the digits into his mouth with a deep growl.

“Mmm, my precious.”

Before you have time to scold him he’s back between your thighs, a crazed cackle leaves him as he sucks harshly on your clit. Eddie eagerly slips those same fingers that were just in his mouth, back inside you. He curls them up to brush against your sweet spot, causing you to cry out as he increases his pace.

Any semblance of taking things slow is now thrown out the window, as he licks and sucks at you like a starved animal. Your fingers find their way back into his hair, nails digging into his scalp.

“That’s it, such a good. fucking. girl.” He growls each word pointedly, thrusting his fingers in tandem with his vulgarity.

Your walls clench harder around the digits due to his praise, greedily grinding your hips down against them. A whimper escapes you as he leans back, spitting onto your already soaked pussy. But he doesn’t give you much time to process as his tongue begins to mix his salvia with your slick.

He slides a third finger into your tight heat, the sounds of your arousal now over powering the film still playing on the television. Your body is buzzing as your thighs begin to tremble around his head.

“Squeezing me so tight, baby, fuck. You gonna cum for me?” His voice is muffled as he puts more pressure on your swollen clit.

And in that moment, you can’t find the words to answer him— only a high pitched moan leaves your lips.

Eddie chuckles against you, the vibrations bring you that much closer to the edge. Your hips begin to buck up wildly, desperate for that promise of release.

But your boyfriend is quick to force them back down with his free hand. Preventing any further squirming as he drills his fingers into your needy cunt, taking everything he’s giving you in stride.

“Gimme all your cum, sweetheart,” he groans deeply, finding yourself unable to hold back anymore.

After being edged for the better part of an hour, your body convulses as you finally fall over that precipice. Crying out his name repeatedly as he continues to work you through the most intense orgasm he’s ever given you.

Your body suddenly slumps against the sofa, completely spent. A soft whine leaves your lips as you tug on his disheveled curls to lift his head. His dark eyes lock with your half lidded ones, that mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Eddie gladly crawls his way up your body to press a sloppy kiss to your lips. You can taste yourself on his tongue, your juices now smeared across your chin.

You can feel the sticky, warm denim of his jeans pressing against your thigh. The sudden realization has you giggling into his mouth.

“Mmm,” he hums, “Precious is pleased?”

[puppy-phum]

Pit Babe Characters x Cartomancy ➣ Part 6: Pete & Way

King of Diamonds: A person with great wealth and power. Often skilled in various areas, a jack of all trades. Ten of Spades: A card of misfortune and tragic endings. Reveals secrets, obsessions, and lies.

for @pitbabeanniversary week 6 prompts: pete & way

(more thoughts under the cut!)

disclaimer: i am not an expert in either cartomancy or tarot reading. i did a lot of research on these two sites to come up with these cards for the characters. some of the meanings associated with the cards are still only my own interpretation, so they might not be completely accurate.

pete and way are the last pair in this series and i have to say that it feels fitting. they are the pair with no ending, the pair left the most incomplete in season 1. way dies for redemption (which is stupid imo) before he's able to ever open up to pete and his attempts to get closer to way. pete is only left with a grave, yet nothing seems to end. (pls s2 come quicker, i need way to have his glorious back from the dead -moment already!)

pete: just like alan, i think pete's card is very obvious and so, very cliché. he's the king of diamonds through and through, the person often associated with money and power. he's very proud of what he's accomplished in life, yet always thrives to be more, to be bigger, better, more powerful. he's in a war against his adoptive father in the only way he knows how, and so he must always be on the rise. he has no chance of letting loose, and i think we all can agree that he works way too much and rests too little. he is often stuck being not quite himself, lonely at the top. it must be hard when we can see that beneath the business persona, pete is horribly warm.

this is why king of diamonds is also described as charitable, generous, and reliable. once again, pete is a lot like alan, but where alan offers his heart, pete offers resources: money, connections, and his skills. he's tried his best to become invincible in every way just like his adoptive father seems to be. he's great in socializing, in doing business, even in combat and tactics. he's driven by his wish to help, and i guess that often ties to his compassion and understanding. that's why he hasn't given up on kenta and that's why he instantly reaches out for way, too. pete might not be able to provide a family in the way alan does, but pete is able to reach out a helping hand. he can offer a place to stay for those who have nowhere else to go and no one else to listen to them. he cares, and just like with work, it's sometimes too much. he does not get a break from it.

way: it was easy to decide that spades was way's suit; a little later, i decided on number ten. i was first thinking about ace of spades bc it's the death card of the deck, but i did not want to make way only about his death when it's the thing i dislike about his character so much. so, i decided on ten bc of the "tragic ending", which is not way's death, even if it kind of is. i think the true tragic ending comes for him earlier; with the reveal of his betrayal that causes him to lose everything he's ever had. he loses his pack, his family, his home; he loses himself, and all his self-worth, and worst of all, babe. bc he does love babe, even if it's in all the wrong ways. way has tried his best, has tried to do what he thought was right, and in the end, it is not enough to solve anything or save babe. (and so he must die, but let's ignore that.)

in a sense, the reveal of that betrayal is both the end and a beginning for way. after it's it's a way for him to be born again. he can give up on all the lies, all the acting and pretending. he's used so much time and effort keeping up his web of lies he must be exhausted by now. how many times did he almost trip? how many times did he forget what lies he'd told and had to come up with new ones, or had to use his powers to fix his mistakes? now, there's no longer need for any of that. he can finally breathe freely. no more lies, no more acting, no more being someone else. everything is out in the open and it must be terrifying bc the ppl who loved him before, would they reject this real version of him? even if they were not this hurt, didn't hate him, would they still not want way? what if tony is right and there's nothing to love about him? i don't know but i hate that the series never let way find out. but well, in season 2 we trust, i suppose. i have hopes and dreams about it <3

but based on these thoughts, it's easy to see why pete and way would work together. way is the master of deception, of lies and acting. pete is able to read people, literally and figuratively. there's no hiding from him and his touch, and i think in some ways, way needs exactly that. he needs someone to understand him without words, or to look into his head and put his thoughts into words for him. pete again needs someone he can trust with his softer side, which i also find interesting about him: he is so ready to offer his heart to way even after knowing who way is and what his powers can do. pete seems like a paradox in that sense, always keeping everyone and everything at a distance (or so i assume), yet being so ready to believe in ppl and offer them trust he's seen so easily broken.

there are also some other interesting connections to this pair i wanted to mention. the funniest coincidence imo is that babe's card is about new beginnings, while way's card is now about tragic or bad endings. also, charlie's card being the exact half of way's (5 and 10) seems to have some kind of story behind it. pete again has the same suit as kenta, both their cards in the royal family, and i think that's exactly why they work and don't work together. pete is exactly like the king, the one on top and in control, while kenta is the knight, the person who serves and follows. they're both calm in personality, tho am not sure if it's exactly who they are or if it's who they were forced to become. i wonder what could've been if kenta had left with pete – or if they'd never been taken by tony at all and had grown up like other kids.

this edit concludes my musings for all these characters. it's been a joy to make these and ponder on these boys, and honestly, i feel like i've found a completely new love and appreciation for all of them. thank you for all who have liked these edits and happy anniversary to the vroom vroom omegaverse bl, you've been stellar ♥ never thought i'd come back to you in a year but here we are, have my whole heart!

(idk if i'll make an edit for the last week, so also adding that i enjoyed the event a ton! it's been fun going to the tag and seeing everybody talk about the series again. looking forward to s2 and the anniversary stage live in less than two weeks ^^)

[softiedingo]

oh yes, this scene, one eating like a hungry man who hasn't had a good pie in months and the other doing the same thing but with the elegance of a true english lord

[trace-owo]

Sex isn't the only thing that's on the spectrum here ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)

[krisluxxeeempress]

MARS OPPOSITE NEPTUNE | SYNASTRY SERIES

 This synastry will create an addict out of the Mars person, mainly. Mars is the force in this relationship, and whatever Mars is essentially pushing for, the Neptune person will not give it. With squares in synastry, it’s straight up frustrating because the issues never really get resolved, it will always be present and nothing you do will fix it. Whereas, with oppositions, the same challenge presents itself however, there’s acceptance with oppositions. Almost like a “agree to disagree” understanding. Reason being, opposites in astrology and in life in general as exactly that- opposites, which make a whole. You cannot have one without the other- it’s polarity, one of the universal laws. With such said, initially this opposing synastry may feel like a square until both partners comes to a deeper understanding, mature and allow time to really reveal that its opposite energies reflecting to one another, and true acceptance enters. This acceptance can lead to an amicable breakup or acceptance that what each other want, the other may not provide or give. When we hear of ex’s who are friends, this is because they are more than likely opposites in their synastry somewhere and decided it’s best to just be friends than to live with the opposition, closely. The Mars person will have a hard time initially with accepting this reality because Mars wants its way, relishes challenges and is very strategic.

However, as the Mars person matures, they will learn that not every battle is worth fighting and this synastry cannot be fought because essentially, it’s a losing battle for one, but also Mars is fighting itself. The Neptune person can and will trigger the Mars person, who keeps fighting, to their demise. Think of a boxers fighting, and the more aggressive boxer keeps swinging, wearing themselves down, getting angry and still unable to land a punch on his opponent. Mars initially can be a sore loser and resort to self-destructive habits to cope with the loss of never getting the Neptune person to bow down and give what it wants. The Mars person will then be crushed by their natal Pluto energy (Tower). These Towers will force maturity and this acceptance that I spoke on, as above. Until then, the Mars person will self-destruct by way of drugs, drinking, sex, food, laziness, depression, lack of motivation – whatever.

Usually, this couple will self-destruct together and not notice it, obviously. Example, whenever they get together, they may drink and the Neptune person may be initiating this by providing the drinks, even if the Mars person doesn’t drink at all or usually. Whenever they get together, drinking is always involved. If the Mars person keeps pushing for let’s say a relationship, if for example Mars is in Taurus 7th house but the Neptune person with Scorpio 1st house won’t give it, Mars may secretly (Pluto energy) do other things like began smoking, or not doing Mars activities like working out, eating healthy, exerting its energy in whatever they once had passion for, before. (this interpretation feels confusing just writing it, so I apologize if I’ve confused or overwhelmed you, though that is the energy)

Don’t get me wrong, the Neptune person feels the opposition as well however, Neptune has more power in this synastry. Reason being, Neptune is an outer planet, governs the subconscious realms and is connected to our higher selves. This is the main reason I say the Mars person will have to learn acceptance and let go of control because ultimately that is what Neptune is requiring. Neptune is otherworldly, and Mars is earthy and mortal. Mars has no power when were talking about otherworldly planets no matter how hard the Mars person fights.  Now, another thing worth noting about this synastry is how addictive it is. Opposites will always attract, and we always want what we can’t have. And usually what we want isn’t always good for us especially when we do not learn boundaries or moderation. So those who share this synastry may (especially mars) will GIVE MORE of what is already not “appreciated”.

So, example, Mars will give more sex thinking that will make the Neptune person finally give in etc. Until the Mars person finally realizes to stop, like forreal. The more the Mars person gives, the more the Mars person becomes addicted. Whatever the Neptune person feels for the Mars person, dissolves. So, when Mars gives more sex, the Neptune person will love it, idealize the Mars person but then it’s giving “out of sight out of mind”. It’s back to square one for the Mars person. As you can see, the Mars person is getting WORN OUT AND FRUSTRATED. If Uranus is involved somehow, this would suggest an on/off again relationship again, UNTIL MARS REALIZES TO STOP. The Mars person will eventually hurt or make themselves sick trying to force, capture or obtain the Neptune person.

All in all, Mars opposite Neptune in synastry is about learning polarity and being accepting of it without the need to control and succumbing to anger, low self esteem etc.

Sidenote: The Neptune person isn’t purposefully refusing to give what the Mars person wants, they just can’t and are unable to tell you WHY. If Mars wants commitment and the Neptune person won’t give it, ask them why and Neptune will not have an answer. That’s because there’s a higher power influencing them (the Neptune person).

[waddles-ex-machina]

“ppl only ship sketchbook bc they’re obsessed with lgbt-” WRONG actually I ship sketchbook bc it makes every situation in the show objectively funnier

like listen I’m just saying that if you assume kaisa and johanna have already met at any point in the show before Hilda’s first visit to the library, every single insane thing kaisa enables her doing or gets dragged into with her has 1 of 3 explanations:

1) kaisa is aware that hilda is her girlfriend’s kid and therefore that she has to take a personal interest in her safety, but it makes no difference bc in her view fighting marra & raising the dead is just normal kids stuff. but also halfway through one of their dates johanna mentions the ghost ship that crashed into their house that one time and kaisa’s internally like “ah shit this is because I taught hilda to raise ghosts isn’t it 😬 this is fine”

2) kaisa doesn’t mention any of the goings-on at the library to johanna but only because it hasn’t occurred to her that that’s johanna’s child. like hey, there’s probably a lot of chaotic children with blue hair

3) johanna and kaisa are well on the same page when it comes to Hilda’s adventures, so Hilda’s going about her business thinking she’s being super stealthy meanwhile kaisa and johanna are casually catching eachother up on the kid’s adventures over coffee

[islxms]

-ˏˋ⋆ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ︱ 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐄 ⋆ˊˎ-

𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑥 ☆ 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ☆ 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟

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pairings - actor!aaronwarner x actress!femoc

summary - Kenji Kishimoto, your best friend, insisted that you audition for Dear Love, a romance series, as he didn't want to spend time there alone. After various pleas, you finally accepted the request.

warnings - none

words count - 1,948 words.

︳⋆ ⎙ 𝅄 𝖬𝖠𝖨𝖫𝖡𝖮𝖷 ﹎ hope you enjoy the first chapter, especially since it took me a while to start and finish, since I couldn't decide or think how to. I don't know how to feel about it, I hate it and love it. I promise the future ones will be better.

"Finally, ugh," I grumbled as the credits for Tangled rolled across the screen. Kenji had insisted on making me watch his favorite Disney movie again, and I was over it. This had to be the fifty-sixth time, on a fucking Friday! I could've done many things!

"Hey! Don't say that. Tangled is a masterpiece," he protested, flinging a pillow at me, which made me slip slightly on the couch.

"Yeah, sure," I said dryly, barely masking my irritation.

"I hate you," Kenji fake-pouted before storming off to the kitchen. Just like a little kid.

"So, are you going to audition for the new series or not?" Kenji changed the subject as he rummaged through the fridge. I knew he was after those damn Skittles he always devours at my place.

"I'm thinking about it," I replied, getting up from the couch and heading toward him. "But I heard it's a romance story, and I'm not keen on kissing anyone on screen." I folded my arms, narrowing my eyes as he finally pulled out the Skittles. "And if you keep raiding my stash, I might just stop buying them."

Kenji's eyes widened in mock horror as he clutched the candy to his chest. "How could you say that, Sunshine? I'm deeply hurt!" Despite his dramatics, he tore open the bag and started munching away.

"By the way, I'm in it too," he mumbled through a mouthful of Skittles.

I rolled my eyes. "Great. Just so you know, Kenji Kishimoto, I have zero plans of kissing you on set or out."

Kenji Kishimoto, my best friend and one of the few people I trusted, had a knack for making me laugh, even when I was at my lowest. He could pull me out of any funk with his jokes and relentless teasing. But despite his flirtations, I never saw him as more than a friend-something I could never admit to him since his ego was already larger than Asia, and the last thing I needed was to inflate it even further.

"Don't worry, you'll change your mind eventually," he said with a playful smirk, but his triumph was short-lived as I smacked him on the arm.

"Ow! What was that for?" he whined, rubbing his arm.

"For letting your stupid ego get the best of you again," I shot back with a grin.

Kenji pouted, rubbing his arm like it was injured. "You know, you could work on your people skills. Not everyone is as charming as me."

I rolled my eyes, leaning against the counter. "Charming? Is that what we're calling it now? Delusion suits you perfectly."

He ignored my jab and popped another Skittle into his mouth, grinning like he'd won. "So, if you're not planning to kiss anyone, what's stopping you from auditioning? You could just act."

"Acting involves more than just pretending," I said, brushing a stray hair behind my ear. "And romance isn't exactly my thing."

Kenji studied me, his playful demeanor softening. "You used to love the idea of being in love. What changed?"

I paused, taken aback by his sudden seriousness. He wasn't wrong. I used to be a hopeless romantic, dreaming of whirlwind love stories. But life had a funny way of turning those dreams into something else entirely.

"I grew up," I replied firmly. "Realized that not all stories end with a fairy tale."

Kenji frowned, searching my face. "You don't believe that, do you? That happiness isn't in the cards for you?"

I shrugged. "Let's just say I've become more realistic."

"Realism's overrated," Kenji said, leaning closer with a serious edge. "You're too young to give up on love. You should audition. Who knows? Maybe you'll have fun."

I met his gaze, a smile tugging at my lips. "Since when did you become such an optimist?"

He grinned, the mischievous spark back in his eyes. "I'm not. I just think you'd look great trying to resist falling for me on set."

I laughed, shaking my head. "You're impossible."

"Impossible and irresistible," he corrected with a wink.

I sighed. "You know," I said, reaching for a Skittle from the bag still clutched in Kenji's hand, "if I audition and get the part, I expect you to be on your best behavior."

Kenji's grin widened. "No promises, Sunshine. But for you, I'll try."

Did I just sell my soul to the devil? Probably.

Kenji managed to drag me to the set I might be working on. He was practically bouncing with excitement as he led me through the studio doors, and I had to remind myself this was my choice even if it felt like I was being dragged.

"This is going to be great, trust me," Kenji said, flashing his trademark grin. "Castle's a good friend, and he's excited to meet you."

Castle-the director. Naturally, Kenji was on a first-name basis with him. He seemed to know everyone who mattered. We walked through the bustling set, with people rushing around and the constant hum of activity.

"If I'm being honest, this isn't as bad as I thought it would be," I admitted, glancing around. The set was impressive-detailed and alive, like the story was already coming to life.

Kenji shot me a triumphant look. "See? I told you. It's not all that scary."

I rolled my eyes but couldn't deny a small thrill of excitement starting to build.

As we continued our tour, Kenji pointed out different parts of the set, explaining what each was for and how they'd be used in the scenes. He was in his element, effortlessly charming everyone we passed.

When we finally reached Castle, he greeted Kenji with a warm hug and then turned to me with a welcoming smile. "So, this is the star Kenji's been talking about," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Glad to finally meet you."

I forced a confident smile. "Nice to meet you too, Mr. Castle."

"Please, call me Castle," he replied, waving off the formality. "I'm looking forward to seeing what you can do. Kenji's been talking you up like you're the next big thing."

I shot Kenji a look, but he just shrugged, grinning like a cat that got the cream. "Just speaking the truth."

Castle laughed, clearly entertained. "Well, I can't wait to see you in action. I have a feeling you're going to bring something special to this project."

I wasn't sure how to respond to Castle's enthusiasm, so I just nodded, keeping my nerves in check. I loved acting, just like I loved watching romance movies, but being in one and living out those moments on screen made me jittery. The thought of kissing someone on screen, even though I'd done it before, still gave me chills. This felt different.

What are you even worrying about? It's just acting. Don't throw away your opportunities. You've done it many times before!

Perfect, now I'm talking to myself.

Audition for the movie and stop being an overdramatic baby.

I'm not!

Then why are you still thinking about whether you should audition?

...

"What are the available roles for Dear Love, again?" I asked, breaking the silence as we continued walking through the set.

Kenji turned to me with a grin, clearly pleased with my sudden interest. "Ah, so you're considering it, huh? Well, the lead role of Emma is still open, and a few supporting characters too. But I have to say, you'd make a great Emma."

I bit my lip, the character's description echoing in my mind. Strong-willed, independent, and hesitant to believe in love-qualities that matched mine. Could I step into Emma's shoes and bring her story to life?

Before I could second-guess myself, I glanced at Kenji and said, "Alright, let's do it. I'll audition for Emma."

Kenji's face lit up with excitement and pride. "That's the spirit, Sunshine! You're going to crush it."

The next morning, I sat in front of my vanity, staring at my reflection with a sense of purpose. My mind was racing with thoughts of the audition. I had agreed to try out for the role of Emma, and now that the reality of it was sinking in, I was ready to own it.

What if I'm not good enough? What if this role isn't for me? What if I completely mess it up?

I shook my head, dismissing the doubts. I had done this before-auditions, roles, the whole process. I was a pro, and I had the confidence to prove it. The thought of kissing someone on screen, while still nerve-wracking, wasn't going to stop me. I faced tougher challenges and came out on top.

Kenji's words from the previous day echoed in my mind. "You're going to crush it." He had so much faith in me, and I was ready to show him and everyone else what I was made of.

With a deep breath, I started getting ready, choosing an outfit that made me feel confident and powerful. It was just an audition, after all.

As I applied a touch of makeup, I rehearsed the lines I'd been practicing. I could feel Emma's character taking shape within me-her strength, her hesitance, her guarded heart. I related to her in many ways, and I was determined to bring her to life on screen.

When I arrived at the studio, my nerves were still buzzing, but I was focused. Kenji was waiting for me at the entrance, his usual grin plastered on his face.

"Ready to show them what you've got?" he asked, his tone teasing but supportive.

"As ready as I'll ever be," I replied, forcing a confident smile.

We walked inside, surrounded by the buzz of activity. The studio was alive with the sounds of people preparing for their auditions, and the energy in the air was palpable.

Castle was chatting with a few other actors when he saw me. He waved me over with a warm smile. "Ms. Solans, great to see you again. Ready to give it your best shot?"

"Absolutely," I said, my voice steady and clear.

"Good. Just remember, have fun with it. Don't worry about being perfect-just be yourself," Castle advised, his words surprisingly comforting.

As I stepped into the audition room, the familiar lights and cameras in place, I felt a surge of determination. This was my world-acting, performing, and becoming someone else for a while. I had this.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment. When I opened them, I was Emma. The lines flowed naturally, and the emotions felt genuine. For those few minutes, I was fully immersed in the character's world, forgetting about everything else.

When I finished, there was a pause, followed by Castle's approving nod. "That was fantastic, Ms. Solans. You really brought Emma to life."

I felt a wave of relief wash over me, the tension in my shoulders easing. "Thank you," I replied, my voice steady.

As I left the room, Kenji was waiting outside, his grin wider than ever. "I told you you'd crush it! You were amazing in there, Sunshine."

I couldn't help but laugh, the earlier nerves replaced with a sense of accomplishment. "It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be."

"See? I knew you could do it," Kenji said, slinging an arm around my shoulders. "Now, let's get out of here. I'm starving, and I'm sure you could use a break."

"I saw you munching a sandwich earlier," I said with a smirk.

"What? A star can't eat now?" He crossed his arms dramatically, giving me an exaggerated pout. I stared him down, and the facade crumbled into a playful smile.

"Fine," I said, laughing. "Let's go grab something to eat."

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↱ opposites attract ↰

➘ summary : (y/n) is an avenger in training, she works closely with Steve rogers and Bucky Barnes because she too is a super solider, one of the newest types hydra has created. She can reach faster speeds, has stronger scenes and even powers. Unlike the two men she was grown in a lab and taught their ways from a young age but now that she’s under the avengers belt they’ll do all that they can to make sure she further grows up using her her abilities for the greater good; only problem with that is she’s no longer in their timeline much less their world. Tony’s newest invention sends her to another world known as pandora, now how ever will she survive on her own without her two super soldier guardians by her side. Will she make it on her own? Is she even truly alone in this mysterious world? And why is this blue boy constantly following her around?!

➘ a/n : we doing this shit mfs, we on a whole chapter one now

➘ chapter one : potential

The room was bathed in a soft, ethereal light, casting gentle shadows on the intricate talismans and sigils that adorned the walls. The air held an almost palpable sense of magic, woven seamlessly into the very fabric of the space. (Y/N) sat on the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed on the mesmerizing patterns that danced across the walls.

Since arriving at the Avengers' facility, (Y/N) had been confined to this unique room, a space that was more like a blend of a cell and a bedroom. Stark technology and mystical wards collaborated to create an environment where her abilities were contained, yet her comfort wasn't compromised.

Footsteps echoed in the corridor outside, and the heavy door swung open to reveal Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. They entered with a warmth in their eyes, a silent understanding of what it was like to grapple with a past riddled with experimentation and manipulation.

"Hey, (Y/N)," Steve greeted with a reassuring smile, sitting down beside her. "How are you holding up?"

(Y/N) managed a small smile, appreciating their consistent visits. "I'm… adjusting, I guess."

Bucky leaned against the wall, his gaze steady. "It's not an easy transition, but you've got the best people in the world watching over you."

As they talked, their conversations ranged from shared experiences to hopes for the future. Bucky recounted stories of his own struggles, offering advice on how to navigate the complexities of newfound powers. Steve, on the other hand, provided a steadying presence, fostering a sense of security that had been absent from (Y/N)'s life for far too long.

In the following days, it became a routine. Visits from Steve and Bucky were punctuated by appearances from Wanda Maximoff and Vision. Wanda's empathy was a balm for (Y/N)'s wounded soul, and Vision's unique perspective on humanity provided a refreshing outlook on her circumstances.

One afternoon, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Wanda entered the room with Vision by her side. They both settled on the bed, the glow of the room enhancing Vision's otherworldly aura.

"You know," Vision began, his voice carrying a hint of warmth, "while we all come from different backgrounds, we share a bond forged in the crucible of adversity."

Wanda nodded in agreement. "We've learned that our past doesn't define us. It's what we choose to do with our abilities that matters."

(Y/N) looked from Steve and Bucky to Wanda and Vision, a mix of emotions swirling within her. Gratitude for their presence, a glimmer of hope for what lay ahead, and a lingering fear of her own potential.

Over time, Steve's role evolved into something more than just a mentor. His unwavering belief in (Y/N)'s ability to rise above her past began to form a bond reminiscent of a protective father figure. While the talismans and sigils were symbols of containment, Steve's presence was a beacon of guidance and possibility.

As days turned into weeks, (Y/N) gradually found herself embracing the connections she had forged. Sure she had been raised by hydra but they didn’t have this sort of bond she sees with avengers

Unexpected one day a new member stopped by for a visit and it happened to be the infamous Tony Stark. Tony's visits had been anticipated, yet when the heavy door swung open to reveal him standing there, the atmosphere grew tense. (Y/N) shifted uncomfortably on the bed, her eyes flickering to the floor.

"Hey," Tony greeted, his tone carrying a mixture of uncertainty and forced casualness.

"Hi," (Y/N) replied, her voice a little softer than she had intended.

There was a silence that hung between them, heavy with unspoken words and the weight of past actions. Tony's gaze settled on the talismans and sigils that adorned the room, his expression inscrutable.

"Pretty impressive decorations they've got here," he remarked, attempting to break the ice. The room didn’t have much in it, a 80 inch tv on the wall, a queen sized upholstered bed lined with dark blue and a mixture of white sheets, a simple desk in the corner with a chair used for when (y/n) wanted to write down about her day - Steve suggested that activity and a closet that held not that many clothes but enough to where she can pick out something different for the whole month.

(Y/N) nodded, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her shirt. "Yeah, they're… something."

Tony cleared his throat, his discomfort palpable. "Listen, about everything that happened before… with Hydra and all, I just want you to know that I… I made some bad calls."

(Y/N) glanced up at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of sincerity. "Yeah, I know. It's just… hard to forget."

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Look, I didn't have all the facts back then. I acted based on what I knew at the time."

(Y/N) nodded slowly, the tension between them slowly easing. "I get that. But it doesn't change what I went through because of those decisions."

During her first time arriving at the base Tony was what people would call “an hardass” regardless of what she was doing he also made a comment on it in a way that brought down her self confidence which was funny because as the literal embodiment of evil she was nothing like what one would expect.

Tony's gaze shifted away, his guilt evident. "No, it doesn't. And for that, I'm truly sorry."

More silence settled between them, but this time, it felt less stifling. They were both grappling with their own regrets and their own attempts at making amends.

"I didn't come here to offer excuses," Tony admitted, his voice softer. "I just… wanted to make sure you were doing okay."

(Y/N) met his gaze, a mixture of emotions playing across her features. "I appreciate that. And I'm… trying to be okay." It was true she was trying, she attended weekly meetings sessions with Dr. Bruce Banner and many other scientists who would draw her blood and make sure she was in good health whiles also testing her abilities, she was unknown and unlike anything they’ve ever encountered before which was an understatement.

Not many people could say they had a literal demon inside of them.

He nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Well, you're stronger than you think. And you've got a good support system here."

They exchanged a small, understanding smile, the tension between them slowly dissolving. The awkwardness remained, but it was mingled with a sense of possibility – the possibility of forgiveness and growth.

As Tony turned to leave, (Y/N) spoke up, her voice tentative. "Thanks, Tony. For coming."

He looked back at her, a genuine warmth in his eyes. "Anytime kid. We’re all in this together, whether we like it or not."

And with that, he left the room, leaving behind a lingering sense of connection that had begun to mend the fractures of the past. It was awkward, it was imperfect, but it was a step forward – a step toward healing the wounds that had festered for far too long.

(Y/n) and Natasha, who is known as Black Widow, had a training session together, weekly at that. Even though Natasha didn’t agreed with her team matés decision over time she begin changing her mind, (y/n) was much like her. A young girl raised at the hands of evil individuals for their own sick pleasure, sure this young girl had a demon or something of that sorts bonded inside of her to her every being and self but that didn’t make her any less of a victim so Natasha offered to help (y/n) refine her powers and combat skills.

Whiles Wanda helped her with magical abilities and occasionally Dr.Strange when he wasn’t busy, Natasha thought that it would be good to bond with the girl over something mutual; sparring.

One morning, as sunlight filtered through the window, (Y/N) found herself in the training area, a space equipped with various equipment and padded mats. Standing across from her was Natasha Romanoff, also known as the Black Widow, a formidable and highly skilled member of the Avengers.

"Ready for this?" Natasha asked, a hint of challenge in her voice, she remembered the first time the female across from her and her sparred against one another. It was the day of the mission and Natasha wasn’t proud to say that she got her ass handed to her so really this would come in handy to them both.

(Y/N) nodded, her heart pounding in anticipation. "Yeah, let's do it."

They began with a series of warm-up exercises such as push ups, sit ups and stretches, gradually increasing the intensity until, they moved on to sparring. Their movements fluid and calculated. Despite her powers, (Y/N) quickly realized the depth of Natasha's combat experience. Each move Natasha made seemed perfectly timed and executed, making it clear that she was a force to be reckoned with but (y/n) wasn’t one to be taken lightly either. Aside from being given powers she was trained since the young age of three to be able to fight in multiple styles and learn to adapt in order to survive.

(Y/N) ducked under a swift punch from Natasha, countering with a telekinetic push. Natasha gracefully dodged the attack, her movements a blur of grace and precision. Their sparring continued, a dance of power and strategy.

Natasha parried (Y/N)'s strikes with a skill that only came from years of training. "You've got potential," she commented between exchanges, her tone encouraging. "But you need to blend your powers with your physical moves. It'll give you an edge."

(Y/N) absorbed the advice, her determination growing. She focused on combining her telekinesis with her punches and kicks, finding a rhythm that was uniquely her own.

As the session continued, Natasha's guidance became invaluable. She showed (Y/N) how to anticipate her opponent's movements, how to use her powers to control the flow of the fight, and how to exploit weaknesses. Despite the intensity of the training, there was an underlying camaraderie between them, a shared understanding of the challenges they both faced.

After what felt like both an eternity and a fleeting moment, they finally paused, catching their breath. (Y/N)'s muscles were tense, her body aching from the exertion, but she couldn't help the sense of accomplishment that washed over her.

Natasha smirked, clearly pleased with (Y/N)'s progress. "You've got potential," she repeated, this time with a hint of a smile.

(Y/N) returned the smile, gratitude evident in her eyes. "Thanks, Natasha. I couldn't have asked for a better teacher."

Natasha's gaze softened, and she gave a nod of acknowledgment. "We all have our strengths. Learning from each other is how we grow."

As they left the training area, (Y/N) felt a newfound determination to refine her abilities and become a more capable member of the team. Natasha's mentorship had opened a door to a world of possibilities, reminding (Y/N) that she was more than her past – she was someone who could shape her own destiny, with the guidance of those who believed in her.

After the training session, (Y/N) returned to her room, still feeling the pleasant burn of exertion in her muscles. She was lost in her thoughts when a knock at the door drew her attention. She opened it to find Steve Rogers standing there, a warm smile on his face.

"Hey, how was training?" Steve asked, his blue eyes reflecting genuine interest.

"It was good," (Y/N) replied, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "Natasha's been helping me refine my skills."

"That's great to hear," Steve said. "Listen, we're having a team dinner tonight. Thought you might want to join us. It's a chance for everyone to relax."

(Y/N) hesitated, feeling a bit uncertain about the prospect of mingling with the team outside of training. "I appreciate the invitation, but I'm not sure..."

Steve's smile was reassuring. "It's alright, take your time to think about it. We'd love to have you there, but there's no pressure."

As Steve turned to leave, (Y/N) took a breath and spoke up. "Actually, I think I'll come."

Steve turned back, his smile widening. "That's great to hear. We'll be in the common area when you're ready."

Later that evening, (Y/N) found herself in the midst of the team, gathered around a large table laden with food. The atmosphere was a mixture of camaraderie and light-hearted banter. (Y/N) felt a bit out of place at first, but she forced herself to relax and engage in the conversation.

Clint Barton, known as Hawkeye, leaned back in his chair and looked over at (Y/N) with a mischievous grin. "Hey, (Y/N), you remember the first time we met? Heard you gave my team mates quite the ass whooping."

A chuckle rippled through the group as (Y/N) couldn't help but blush at the memory. "Yeah, I guess I was a bit... defensive."

Sam Wilson, also known as Falcon, chimed in with a laugh. "Defensive? More like super-powered butt-kicker."

"True story," Natasha added, a playful glint in her eyes.

(Y/N) couldn't help but smile, the tension of the evening dissipating. "I didn't exactly make the best first impression, did I?"

"No, but you definitely made a memorable one," Clint replied with a wink.

The stories flowed, each teammate recounting their initial encounters with (Y/N) and the unique challenges she had posed. The awkwardness (Y/N) had initially felt was replaced by a sense of camaraderie and shared experiences.

Steve raised his glass in a toast, his expression earnest. "To (Y/N), a valuable member of our team and a force to be reckoned with."

The clinking of glasses filled the room, and (Y/N) couldn't help but feel a warmth in her chest. She had come a long way since her arrival, and as she looked around the table at her newfound friends, she realized that she was no longer defined by her past – she was defined by the present and the potential she held within herself.

As laughter and conversation continued to fill the air, (Y/N) knew that she had found a place where she truly belonged – among a group of individuals who saw her for who she was and believed in her capacity for greatness.

[bloodibambiidoll]

Opposites Attract

Y2K!Steve x MallGoth!Reader Masterlist

This AU is a Collab with my honey @reidsbtch we’ve put a lot of thought into this little universe. You can find the masterlist to her y2k Eddie stuff here.

This is a series of blurbs/one shots about Steve’s life with his goth girlfriend in the 00s. Updates will mostly be on holidays with content here and there in between. As always my blog is 18+MINDI Divider used is by @firefly-graphics 🖤

One shots:

Living Dead Girl (Halloween fic, this is when Steve and his girl first meet.)

Darling Don’t Be Afraid (The first time Steve tells you he loves you.)

Headcanons

Moodboards:

Steve & Reader

Y2K Steve

Reader

Eddie & his girl

Y2K Eddie

Eddie’s girl

[harrywavycurly]

Bucket of Sunshine Part 2: Polite

Masterlist: Here

Tag List: @aheadfullofsteverogers @robyn-118 @emma77645

A/N: This is a mini series so there’s only 3 parts left so hope y’all enjoy this intro into Eddie’s personality☀️

*Eddie needs you to know he’s not a nice guy but you’re just not buying it*

[littlexdeaths]

blondes do have more fun - e.m.

y2k eddie munson x girly reader

warnings: robin and reader get so drunk, reader is too clumsy for her own good

opposites attract masterlist

a/n: another edit and repost of this y2k series. this was the second blurb i ever wrote for them and it was heavily inspired by that one scene in 10 things i hate about you, iykyk. enjoy babes 💕

word count: 1.2k

It was an impulse decision.

So of course he would be surprised.

If you were being honest, you were a little scared to see Eddie’s reaction. Which was why you asked Nancy to tag along with you to the hair salon. Knowing she would give you her honest opinion either way.

It took over two hours to get your locks to the bleach blonde perfection you desired. Keeping your eyes off of the mirror during the entire process due to your nerves. So when the stylist finally spun your chair around, you were genuinely shocked as you fell in love upon meeting your reflection.

You had never done much with your hair over the years, besides the occasional haircut. But you were itching to try out something new. Finding yourself inspired by your latest obsession, Legally Blonde.

You had dragged Eddie to see it with you in theaters more times than you cared to admit— but he never once complained.

He had actually enjoyed it, even making a comment or two about how he thought Reese Witherspoon was pretty. Which got the wheels in your head turning, leading you into a salon chair with bleach covering your head.

“It looks amazing, hun,” Nancy gushed as you left the salon, arms linked together as you ventured deeper into the Starcourt Mall.

There was a new air of confidence about you as you walked, sipping on Orange Julius’ smoothies. You all but dragged her into Wet Seal to help you find the perfect outfit for later. Steve was hosting yet another rager, which had become a recurring weekend event amongst your friend group.

After many trips to the fitting room (and an impromptu fashion show), you eventually walked out of the mall with a mini black dress and matching pair of platform sandals.

You decided to keep this new look under wraps for the rest of the day, waiting until Steve’s party to reveal it to everyone.

As you walked into the male’s home you kept your head high, pushing through the crowd of tipsy college kids to find your friends. Eddie was going to meet you here after band practice had wrapped up. But you couldn’t help but feel your nerves stirring in your stomach.

What if he hated it?

Logically you knew it didn’t matter, it was your hair after all. But you still wanted him to like it nonetheless.

You spotted Robin and Steve in the living room, bounding over to them with a smile. They were clearly in the middle of a squabble of some sort, but Robin’s face lights up once she sees you.

It was quite obvious she was already wasted, her cheeks thoroughly flushed as she stumbled towards you. Steve’s eyes widen in surprise, attempting to reign her back in but she easily shrugs him off.

“Oh my god, Nance told me it looked good. But it’s way better than I could’ve imagined!” She squealed, pulling you into a hug as you just laughed.

She leans closer to your ear, hanging onto your arm for support, “Dude… Eddie is gonna lose it. It’s giving Pam Anderson and Elle Woods— you look hot.”

You felt your cheeks warm from her words, as Steve is finally able to tug her off of you with an annoyed expression. You hadn’t even thought about that, taking a glance down at your attire. It was very reminiscent of an outfit you’d seen Ms. Anderson sporting on the cover of one of those trashy tabloid magazines recently.

Robin was right, per usual but it only makes you more anxious for your boyfriend to arrive.

You make your way over to the kitchen to pour yourself a drink, nearly chugging it in an attempt to make your nerves disappear. But one drink quickly turns into four and having not eaten much before you arrived— you became very drunk, very fast.

So drunk that you didn’t even notice when Eddie finally did arrive, after a very concerned phone call from Steve.

The brunette was already having to babysit Robin, but now he was struggling to keep you both in check. Chasing the two of you around his house, your chorus of giggles barely being heard above the bubbly pop music. Eddie arrives soon after that phone call, searching frantically through the crowd of people to find you.

However it didn’t take him very long to do so.

A crowd had begun to form in Steve’s dining room, as you pulled Robin up onto his table with you. Both of you dancing drunkenly on the top of it, letting the heavy bass pump through you. The both of you ignore the whistles and shouts from the crowd, raising your hands above your head.

Eddie had finally pushed his way to the front of the crowd, watching in amusement as you got a little too into the gyration of your hips. Not a care in the world as you tossed your head back. Seemingly forgetting about the large chandelier that hung behind you. That amusement turns to slight horror as the back of your head smacks right against the light fixture.

A combination of the impact and the alcohol has you feeling lightheaded, your knees start to wobble. Robin gasps in shock, attempting to grab on to your wrist but fails miserably as you lose your balance. Letting you fall back into the crowd and right into a pair of strong arms.

Your vision is blurred and your head starts to spin as the person quickly carries you out of the room, cradling you against their chest. In your inebriated and dizzy state you don’t realize it’s the metalhead you’ve been waiting to see all night.

You squirm in his arms, attempting to get him to put you down, “Excuse me— I have a boyfriend.” You huff, pushing against their denim clad shoulder, “Put me down!”

The pout adorning your lips causes him to chuckle, immediately recognizing the sound. You blink your lashes rapidly as your boyfriend’s face finally comes into focus. That pout is quickly replaced with a toothy grin, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning up to kiss him.

Eddie kisses you back gently, kicking the door shut behind him. He sits you both down on the bed, now in the comfort of Steve’s guest room. You snuggle up into his chest immediately, playing with his dark curls.

“Glad you’ve finally come back down to earth, love,” he hums, "Is your head feeling okay?”

You sigh happily, nodding as Eddie begins to feel the back of your head. Carefully inspecting it to make sure you haven’t done any significant damage. You wince as he finds a tender spot, the male pressing a light kiss to it.

“So you dye your hair and go completely off the rails,” he sighs, shaking his head. “I’m just glad I got here when I did.”

His concerned tone makes you giggle nonetheless, leaning up to press a sloppy kiss against his jaw. The room had finally stopped spinning, and you felt ready to get back to the party.

“You know what they say, Eds, blondes have more fun.”

Eddie just rolls his eyes at you fondly, ruffling your freshly dyed locks.

“Uh huh, sure they do, sweetheart.”

[blacksapphicguide]

First Kill (TV series)

2020s TV series | 1 seasons (Cancelled). Fantasy, drama, romance.

Plot points:

Vampire x vampire killer trope.

Vampire fantasy.

Supernatural world.

Family dynamics.

Enemies to lover romance.

Teen-high school romance.

Interracial lesbian couple (main).

Black sapphic characters:

Calliope "Cal" Burns [lesbian] Imani Lewis

Connections:

Calliope x Juliette - Calliette (interracial lesbian)

Sex & Nudity - Mild

Violence & Gore - Moderate

Abusive parents - death threats, choking, and slapping their children.

Staking.

Drinking of blood from (vampire) victims.

Profanity - Mild

Use of the word fuck, bitch, hell, etc.

Alcohol, Drugs & Smoking - Mild

Alcohol: social drinking.

Underaged drinking.

Teen drug use.

Frightening & Intense Scenes - Very Mild

[namisweatheria]

I wish so badly that skypeia wasn't a nauseatingly racist narrative that purports the colonizer's fantasy whitewashed narrative of how they saved "savages" (THEY ACTUALLY USE THAT WORD!!!!!!!!) from themselves. The part where they bring CURES to disease instead of, you know, the intentional spread of it as biological warfare that actually happened, gets me so fucking mad every time. Or when the poor poor guilty old colonizer president feels so bad and tries to give some land back and they refuse because they're too mad. Something that has never ever happened anywhere ever. ITS UNBELIEVABLY CARTOONISHLY RACIST THE WHOLE THING.

Just like the million other offensive caricatures in one piece, they do not end up being as two dimensional as they originally appear, and they and their feelings are taken seriously by the narrative. An effective story that tugs on your heartstrings in it's culmination is eventually crafted, BUT HE HAS TO MAKE YOU SO SO MAD AND UNCOMFORTABLE FIRST. EVERY TIME. WHY.