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The Opposites Attract Meme

Sure, complimenting personalities bring people together. It's always good to get along with your significant other or friends, so "birds of a feather flock together," as they say. But let's be honest. That doesn't make for good entertainment. Readers and viewers love a good odd couple, where the two are diametrically different. This can be in personality (good girls and bad boys), appearance (Beauty & the Beast, anyone?), species (ALIEN AND HUMAN LOVE IS REAL!!!1), and so on.

This meme is inspired by this concept and a certain song that probably shows your age if you recognize it. According to Wikipedia, "the lyrics are about a couple who love each other despite being different in just about every way possible." And...that pretty much summarizes the meme, too! (Though, it doesn't have to be love. Hate can be an option.)

HOW TO PLAY
- Comment with your character. In the subject, put info & preferences.
- In the comment, describe your character in a few key words. This is so that people who don't know your canon can see if your character would be a good opposite to theirs.

EX: Outspoken, strong-willed, funloving

- Reply to characters who are opposite (interpret that as you will) to yours.
- Enjoy the shippy antics!

PROMPTS
1. Our Friends Are Saying We Ain't Gonna Last: How did you guys get together? Where did you meet? Was their attraction

2. You Like the Movies / And I Like TV: So, you guys' ideas of fun aren't exactly compatible, huh. Well, one of you is a happy magical girl and the other is a murderous psychopath.

3. Who'd a Thought That We Could Be Lovers: I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT, MARK. HOW'S YOUR SEX LIFE?

...but really. How do you guys get on in bed? Surely, your kinks are different, too.

4. Baby, Seems Like We Never, Ever Agree: Oh, the fights. Naturally, with differences come disagreements. Are they passive agressive snarkfests or knock-down-drag-outs?

5. We Come Together: The one good thing about fighting is how you get to make up after. Better remember what gets you on your sweetie's good side.

6. Don't Think We'll Ever Get Our Differences Patched: That's it. You're done. This dance is over. You should both just leave before you lose it. But will either of you let that happen?

7. Don't Really Matter Cuz We're Perfectly Matched: Okay, so you're nothing alike. But you're going to make this work, damn it!

8. How We Lasted This Long: You've defied all odds. Despite your differences, you're still together. Maybe it's not the best (or maybe it is), but it's still something.

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[strong willed, manipulative, dangerous, compassionate, sarcastic]

Edited 2012-10-11 23:49 (UTC)

(( detail-oriented, workaholic, serious, strong moral compass ))

[Friendly, goofy, dedicated, a bit sarcastic, older and more mysterious than she seems...maybe.]

[ Quiet, ambitious with his work, gets duped way too many times, keeps to himself, family is a very delicate subject. ]

[ That would be a pizza box and Krispy Kreme package plonked in the middle of Bruce's resident desk in Stark Tower, Tony hovering behind and sucking anxiously on the straw to a coke. ]

You have to tell me what I did to piss you off because I don't know and your eyes are judging me. They've been getting beadier all day. It's unnerving.

[ Food's a great apology, right? Right. ~~Shit.~~ ]

Seriously, throw me a bone here? I'm lost.

[ Tony loved him right? If that were true, he wouldn't have to remind the other what he did to make him upset. And he wasn't going to tell the inventor, because this was but a test. To see how far tony will go to make everything okay again. Bruce became distant with the other as days passed, and bruce had tried to avoid tony as much as possible even when it was killing him inside. This was exactly why the doctor didn't have relationships. It only complicated his already complicated life.

You're going to have to do better than pizza and donuts, tony. By the way, terrible choice of food, because bruce had said he was dieting just the other day. It's like his words go right over stark's head. Softly pushing the boxes of food away, bruce said- ]

If you can't even remember what you did wrong, then what's the point? And I guess you didn't hear me either, when I said I was watching what I eat.

[ Rolling his eyes, there's no way he's going to stand for being brushed off like his epic snack delivery and circles around to loom ~~like a brat~~ at Bruce's side. ]

Who doesn't like donuts? That's the least offensive food on the planet, I could've got you a curry that blew Hulk's socks off but I didn't, 'cause I care. You get pink icing and rainbow sprinkles instead. Thought went into that when I ... told Happy to buy you something yummy.

[ Rambling, he huffs in frustration and opens up the pizza to munch on. If Dr. Emo isn't going to take advantage of the meat feast special, someone ought to. ]

I haven't done anything. Is that it? Did I blank you? You know, if you were trying to talk to me in my workshop, that's not my fault.

It's not that I don't appreciate all that you're doing, it's sweet really.

[ He appreciates tony's efforts, really he does, and it's not his intention to brush the other off- which is impossible to do, because bruce is a big softy and cares for the billionaire a bit too much. At first, the doctor doesn't know what to say. He was never great at expressing his feelings, no matter what control the shorter man had of the other guy .. Well, things could still get messy. He thinks on moving back to india, it would be simpler, wouldn't it? Whenever things get hard, he leaves. And hates himself for it. Bruce lets out a hurt forced smile as he answers- ]

No, because nothings ever your fault, right?

[ He turns away from the other, his watch's stress indicator is red, in danger of turning,so he needs to leave. Everything would be okay if he just left, nobody would miss him anyways. ]

You know what, just forget about it. I appreciate all that you've done for me, but I don't belong here.

[ Evidently going from sweet to asshole fast enough in Bruce's estimation to break the sound barrier, he stops chewing and dumps the pizza slice back on the box, frowning the longer he's blown off. ]

Hey. [ Irritation wars with very real punctured feelings to hear his friend dismiss him so easily, like he hasn't come to understand anything about Tony at all.

A hand pushes at a shoulder, holding on there. ] Do me a favor, don't tell me to forget about upsetting you or patronize me in the doing. I'm sorry, okay? Whatever I did, however dumb of a move it was, stop this.

[ Under those furrowed brows, syrup-dark eyes remain wide with confusion and a lack of variables leaving Tony unable to equate exactly how he's disappointed him. Which he hates. So much. ]

I'm here now, so talk to me.

[ It was the small simple things that got to him- nights where the other would come home with a gal or two, even with an occassional man. Tony probably didn't think he noticed, but he did. He knew far too well the sounds in stark's room and it took all of bruce's concentration not to hulk out at first sight at the playboy. He doesn't know if it's his own anger or the other guy's. Maybe a bit of both. Banner knew he couldn't give tony what he wants and that's what hurts the most. To know that you could never satisfy anyone, knowing ahead of time, what tony would do to receive what he craves. It was tony's house and he could do as he pleases, which was why he couldn't tell tony why he was upset. And which was why he needed to leave. To leave this environment. Because he couldn't keep living with a guy who he wants to make love to knowing he could never be touched by tony in that sort of way. So stark getting it on was a mock of sorts to the sexually deprived man. Bruce shook his head.]

It doesn't matter.

This is ridiculous, I'm going to strangle you if you don't tell me what's up in the next thirty seconds.

[ Honestly, it's worrying as hell that Bruce keeps clamming up. He's finally got a home with Tony, doesn't have to languish in the poverty of Calcutta or wherever the fuck else he feels like punishing himself for being different, all with the added bonus of playing in Candyland as he so obviously relishes doing.

Except Tony could buy him anything he wanted, pull in whichever scientists Bruce prefers, but he can't force him to speak his mind. It's like being relegated a teenager in the view of a sanctimonious self-appointed adult. He's so tired of being told You wouldn't understand when, pardon fucking him, he thinks it's more than a little safe to venture the possibility that he would.

Pulling over a stool, he leans in. ]

The longer you don't tell me, the more I'm going to harass you, I can promise that.

Yeah.. That's not going to work to your advantage, tony.

[ Bruce rubs the back of his neck as he tries to decide what he should say. Whenever he was with tony, it was so darn easy to speak his mind. But this.. This was totally different. This was personal and bruce didn't really like speaking about his sexual limitations. It was degrading to his person. Noticing that his friend wasn't going to let up any time soon, the shorter man let out a light sigh as he said- ]

Fine. Do you really want to hear that I like you? And not just like you, but 'like you' like you. I heard you the other night participating in whatever you do with your.. Partners and i'm not a prude, I just don't like to be reminded that i'll never be that for anyone because it's too dangerous. It's your house and you could do what you like, but.. I can't- I need to leave. I need to move back to where I was living, before. I shouldn't be in this city.

[ There's a lot of blinking going on over here, bro. ]

Sorry, you. Uh. Huh. [ Peering at him intently. ] You actually ... [ Gesturing. ] Firstly, I can't blame you so cool your jets. Secondly, putting that aside? You're not going anywhere. I want you here.

That's all you have to say? After telling you all that, that's all you have to say.

[ With tony it feels like they're already a couple- them geeking out on science stuff or sitting together everytime they need to go to a debriefing.. He was pretty sure there was a time when tony started making fun of that blood vein on fury's forehead. Which always made bruce crack a smile. To know that he was wanted? That.. That felt kind of good. But it still didn't solve his massive problems. He's not sure anything could. ]

I'm impressed my devastatingly handsome looks freaked you out so much that you turned your nose up at Krispy Kreme, admittedly.

[ Running a hand through his hair, he sighs and shrugs. Relief courses through him that it's nothing truly serious causing a rift. ]

Isn't it clear I like you enough to hear this kind of stuff and not flip out or choke on a comical gasp of surprise? Give me some time to get used to hearing it.

[ intense, big-mouthed, self-sufficient, smart as all hell scientist turned agent. ]

[ free-spirited, quietly melancholy bohemian and artists' model with her heart on her sleeve, easily trusting, easily broken. ]

[calm, professional, frank, goal-oriented, a bit stoic, and an optimistic realist with a hidden inner fanboy]

[ambitious, a little spastic, talkative, irrational, funny, independent, optimist with a not even remotely hidden fangirl.

Wanna see how it goes?]

[IS THAT A RHETORICAL QUESTION do you just want to rng the situation?]

[ Okay, so Friday Night Dinner with her parents hadn't gone so well, but Lorelai hadn't expected it to. Friday Night Dinners never went well, even when she wasn't bringing home a boyfriend. Fall Festival in Stars Hollow had been....not a total bust. Sure, Phil had been miserable, but there were no metaphorical casualties and that was an improvement over Friday Night Dinner.

No relationship went perfectly smooth and this one had some hope. Rory liked him and Paul Anka was fascinated by him. He sat on the coffee table and stared at him. It was better than the dog hiding.

It was going to work. They just had to find some common ground.]

[ ENTP: Intelligent, creative, resourceful, assertive, impatient and sensitive. ]

*One thing he could count on was his sister's idealism to rub off on him. Granted, when one wound up under the roof of someone who is, in his opinion, a living miracle, the studious part of the 22-year-old couldn't help but want to understand the technology more. Unlike his own crapsack of a world, this one is full to the brim of life and new things for him to take in.

*Naturally, he took up studying some of the things that Tony worked on. Well, not that he was much good at it (yet). He didn't have the same sort of intelligence that he did.

*In all honesty, it tended to make him feel rather stupid. Sure, he could cast spells to affect another's senses, and manipulate a whopping four elements at a basic level, but... that was the only extent that he could hold up.

*After about six hours of letting Tony do his own thing, he decided to poke in on him and see if he was up for a break. The younger man had taken in a few sights, and was rather satisfied with that. But now he was hungry.

*Stubborn, he didn't stop looking until he'd found him. Was he still busy...? Or rather, was he focused on a delicate task? He didn't want to ruin something by speaking up or making too much noise.*

You. [ Fingers snap though he remains bent over his work, gesturing at the boy hovering outside the plexiglass door. ] Hocus Pocus. Punch in the code Ms. Potts left for you and give me a hand in here, I need your delicate girly fingers for this.

[ Planting the soldering iron to one side, a single glance flashes to the hallway and he gestures Come Hither, whipping a diagnostic hologram over the vambrace he's been working on since the off-planet intern arrived. The world is filling up with people that can't be matched, Fury had said. Personally, Tony was starting to consider writing the aliens a brochure guide so they stopped zoning in on his stuff.

A sharp whistle cuts through the grind of AC/DC. ]

Here, boy. Don't be shy.

*Girly... fingers? He'd make an expression of displeasure if he was so inclined. In the end, he just enters the code and walks in to make himself useful. Food could wait a little bit.*

What do you require assistance with?

*Good thing he is a fast learner of languages, though - he'd taken to English rather quickly. His words are understandable, even though they are somewhat thickly accented, and holding just enough inflection to tell between questions and statements. It was somewhat uncommon - or even rare - for him to express emotion through words. He prefers physical displays, anyway. They're more reliable than his voice.*

And... would you like something to eat soon? *His own stomach quietly growls, but the only indication of how he feels about the noise is the slight blush that crosses his face. Ignoring it further, his eyes look down to the vambrace, and then back up to Tony. For now, he ignores the music, and he uses his focus for the matter at hand.*

Edited 2012-10-12 20:24 (UTC)

Come here and hold these tweezers in place until I say so. You can get me a cheeseburger later. Extra large fries.

[ Nodding him over, he offers the instruments delicately positioned deep within the prototype's shell, wires protruding in a rainbow of electrical guts. ]

If you drop this or move a millimeter too high or low, not to scare you, but you're going to destroy four hours of work. Okay? God speed.

...I meant home-cooking. But... alright.

*But he can cook hamburgers. It's not like they're hard to do. How Tony can eat that garbage called "fast food" he'll never know.

*He then looks down at what he's offered and flexes his fingers, then positions his arms so that he'll have added stability when he takes up the tweezers.*

...Just do what you need to.

*In his focus, his pupils are blown slightly wider than usual, his expression impassive as ever.*

I will warn you if I start questioning my ability to hold it still. *Which should only happen if it "takes too long".*

[ Because he's a city boy, kiddo. ]

Thanks, stay steady. [ Pulling the soldering iron over, he cranes around the desk to start attaching a specialized nut. ] So! How're you settling in? Met any nice girls? Or guys, whatever.

*It takes him a moment to reply, as he's very focused on holding the tweezers still.*

I like to think I am settling in well.

I highly doubt that there are any "nice girls or guys" who would find me appealing.

*In other words, "no". And then there was the demon personality that cropped up under some circumstances - one of which was when he slept or was knocked unconscious. Another was when he was threatened, but his current abilities wouldn't work.*

Maybe in all the places you've looked. Can't say I'm imagining many.

[ Yes, good boy. Don't move or Tony will devour you with his ire. This is him being personable on a good day, too. ]

How about we throw a party?

*He would look up at Tony for such a suggestion, but that would jeopardize the part's stability at this juncture.*

I would probably not be much more than a wallflower if we did. Parties are very rare in my world, what with it in the throes of the end of civilization. I would not know what to do, and "loosening up" is rather difficult.

I am more fond of small gatherings.

*His younger sister was off exploring, doing who-knows what, so he was rather... at a loss of what to do.*

Even without being pointed at for my "demon's eyes" there is still the issue that I have great difficulty emoting properly except via physical gestures. The people I have run into are not so open to such things.

*Why yes, the idea of not being able to attract anyone was an issue for him, as much as he line-faced all the time.*

A small gathering of less than a hundred, sure. That's what I meant. [ As for the eyes, sheesh. ] Look, we'll get you contacts in whichever color you want, don't worry about it. No one expects you to turn into Alien!John Travolta at the drop of a hat, kid.

We're talking about mingling, not blowing someones socks off at first sight. I mean, you're not me.

*Ezekiel gives a very small shake of his head. He'd be rubbing his face with his hands if his hands weren't otherwise very occupied. Because he feels very, very lost right now, just sayin'.*

I barely understood half of what you just said.

You're not the first, kiddo.

*He'd shake his head, but, gah, must stay focused on the task!*

I assume were I more familiar with the general mannerisms of people around here, yourself included, I might be less in the dark.

...At least, according to my sister, those from my world and those here are biologically the same, according to what she has read. But that is her word on it. So that is a striking similarity. However, in terms of what year it is, my world is over one thousand years behind you.

*He's mostly just talking now, as he feels rather, ah, embarrassed by his lack of comprehension to Tony's phrase usage.*

That doesn't mean squat. People here a thousand years ago had the same genetics as us, there's no difference. You want to get laid, go for it, I'll cheer on the home team and make you bacon and eggs in the morning.

Or not. Dum-E and You will.

*Okay, he understands "get laid" but other than that? What? And how would Tony know if he got laid or not? Does he have spies?*

I am getting irritated that you continue to speak in ways that I do not understand.

[Yeah, this one? Doing paperwork. Even though it's evening and he's technically done for the day. It's his idea of fun ok]

[ Sitting and staring. And playing Mario Kart because he can and Tony is actually Fun with a capital F. ]

Phil. [ A pause. Maybe he's deaf? Maybe he really loves the feel of penning crap down. ] Phil? Agent.

{Introverted, patient, pays attention to detail, protective, loyal, slightly odd in the head. Speaks in monotone (unless impacted by alcohol or strong emotions) and has trouble making facial expressions unless under influence of alcohol or strong emotions.}}

[ A leader, a soldier. Punched Adolf Hitler in the face 200 times, loves his shield and doesn't pick up on you flirting with him, unless of course you're coulson. Spends his free time with his old war buddies at an old folks home. Speaks his mind, gives you tough love if needed, pack rat, confused with today's technology and practically everything else that hadn't been in his era. Is really an old man and even speaks like one, dislikes bullies and will get IN YOUR FACE if need be. Has reoccuring nightmares, doesn't like ice, deprives himself of sleep at night in fear that he'll once again wake up to another world that he can't possibly understand. Wants to go back home, but can't. Oh yeah, and he's a virgin. And is prone to blush. Take advantage of that, I DARE YOU. ]

[Most people would be happy to see their sort-of-boyfriend pumping iron in a tight shirt. For Badd it's just depressing. He can't lift a fraction of what Steve could pick up with one finger and watching him work out reminds him of the lingering aches from old bullet wounds and the way his joints get stiff on cold mornings. Steve's lived through his father's war and he's still young and strong and idealistic, while Badd feels like he's been old his whole life.

He lurks in the doorway like a shadow, watching Steve go through his workout. Steve is an American darling and Badd's claims to fame are his failures. The captain could do far, far better...and it'll hurt less if Badd breaks this off before Steve figures it out.]

[Cynical, old, scarred physically and emotionally, noir, grumpy-with-a-heart-of-gold, secretive, mildly self-destructive, risk-taker, has stopped believing that the law is sufficient to bring justice to the wicked, soft spot for children, intense sweet tooth.]

[likes dirty science talk, pushing people to their limits until they inevitably leave, drinking away her daddy issues, flaunting her brilliance (and body), open when it comes to sex, and likely hit on you already unless your name is Justin Hammer.]

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The Opposites Attract Meme

Natasha Romanoff | MCU | Het

Phillipa Coulson (rule!63) • MCU • het

Botan | Yu Yu Hakusho | Open to All

Bruce Banner | mcu | ota

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I need more science bros in my life.

who doesn't, rly.

I just wanna squish them together already.

bruce, listen to your senpai.

Bruce is too shy.

tsk tsk

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bobbi morse || marvel

ilse neumann ☾ spring awakening au (ota)

Phil Coulson | Marvel Cinematic Universe | OTA

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tony stark | mcu | ota

7. I hope this is okay. :3 If not, please let me know and I'll change or delete as requested.

it's cool!

:D

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sorry for the delay. I was setting up a fish tank filter and was having trouble with the parts. XD;

i went rice shopping, we are so even. o/\o

Mmmm, rice. <3

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rng saaaaaays...2.

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Ezekiel Bishop | original character | OTA (even for smut)

Captain America/Steve Rogers | mcu and/or comics | ota

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Tyrell Badd | Ace Attorney | M/M

tony stark (rule!63) | mcu | ota