#Spider-Man reference I apologize

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🍻AU WEEK 2024: Staziya in Dark Fantasy owned by @sorrow-already-spoiled 🍻

For the lovely story you wrote me last year! (idc that pink isn’t historically accurate it’s her signature) The brownish overtone is supposed to show it’s aged in some way, and the suspect lineup may or may not be a reference to Staziya getting arrested. Which in my opinion is also a canon event.

[owl-in-roost]

I keep getting recommended to join a Spiderman Enthusiasts community. This feels targetted.

[solarhysm]

"what’s your name again?" | JEON JUNGKOOK [FOLLOWERS POLL’s CHOICE]

one shot

> summary: jungkook met you at a costume party for the new year eve. you're bold, drunk and horny.

> pairing: jungkook x reader

> genre: small smut, one shot (shorter than i thought tho)

> warnings: smut, protected sex!!, public quickie in the female restroom (i'm not good with warning)

> word count: 2.8k

*french writer, i apologize in advance for my awful english!

Jungkook never likes masked parties. But when Hoseok suggests going to one where everyone is in costumes, he reluctantly agrees. He has nothing better to do for New Year’s Eve anyway, and it seems better than drinking alone at his parent’s house. He sighs as someone bumps into him—that’s why he avoids crowded places.

Everyone wears costumes as if it’s Halloween. He’s not surprised to see most of the women in tight, short dresses. Jungkook considered dressing as a character from Squid Game but decided against it—there are already too many of them here.

Instead, he throws on his old Spider-Man costume from Halloween three years ago. It’s been gathering dust in his closet, but it saves him time and money. To account for the cold, he adds gray joggers and an old black sweatshirt. Tonight, he’s not Peter Parker but Miles Morales. He doubts anyone will notice the reference, though.

“Damn, I didn’t expect it to be this crowded,” Jimin says, handing beers to his friends.

Jungkook glances around and nods. It’s New Year’s Eve, so of course, people their age are out celebrating.

“It’s been a shitty year,” Taehyung groans, downing his beer in one gulp before heading to the bar for something stronger. His girlfriend dumped him last month, and he’s still obsessively checking her Instagram, where she flaunts her new boyfriend.

Jungkook shakes his head, amused. It was a rough year. His grandfather was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, none of his romantic flings went anywhere, and the company he worked for went bankrupt. Now, he’s living with his parents –again- and working a terrible job under an abusive boss. He sighs and takes a sip of his beer.

“At least we’re still standing,” Hoseok says, ever the optimist.

As the night goes on, the four friends drink steadily in their corner of the nightclub. Taehyung ends up crying on Hoseok’s shoulder, while Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“I don’t understand,” Taehyung whines. “I’m a good boyfriend! I used to bring her flowers all the time and give her all the attention she wants.”

“She’s a bitch. You’re a good guy,” Jungkook says, leaning closer so Taehyung can hear him over the music. “Stop wasting your tears on someone like her.”

“Maybe I’m bad in bed?”

“Stop it,” Jimin groans, grabbing Taehyung’s shoulder. “With your third leg, it’s definitely not about sex. Some women are just terrible people. Go find someone new tonight.”

“What?” Taehyung sniffles, while Jungkook silently gestures for Jimin to stop talking.

“Yeah, Tae,” Hoseok chimes in. “Find a girl, have some fun, and forget about her.”

Jungkook buries his face in his hands. Taehyung is too drunk for this advice. He’s not a one-night-stand type of guy and will probably end up vomiting on whoever he approaches.

“I need a smoke,” Jungkook mutters, getting up and wiping his hands on his joggers. He weaves through the crowd toward the exit, hating how packed the nightclub is.

“I’m sorry!” a voice gasps as their bodies collide. Jungkook instinctively grabs the stranger’s arm to steady them. Both of them are clearly tipsy, but they look more unsteady than he does.

His gaze falls on the person in front of him—his very own Gwen Stacy. The mask hides all of their face, but the costume piques his interest immediately.

“It’s my fault,” You begin. “I didn’t—” You stop mid-sentence when you look up at him. “Oh, Miles Morales!” You giggle, recognizing his costume. And your laugh makes him smile.

“Hi, Gwen,” Jungkook smirks, the alcohol making him bolder.

“Hi,” you reply as you both step outside into the chilly air. It’s a welcome relief from the stifling crowd inside. Jungkook pulls out a cigarette and lighter.

“I like your costume,” he says, noticing you scanning the crowd inside, probably looking for your friends.

You remove your mask and smile. Jungkook doesn’t expect you to be this attractive—especially the kind of attractive he’s drawn to.

“Thanks. I like yours, even if it’s a little inaccurate,” you tease, making him chuckle.

You pull out your own cigarette, accepting his lighter with a nod of thanks.

“It’s too cold to be Spider-Man.”

“Well, not Tom Holland’s Spider-Man,” you quip, freeing your hair from the costume.

Jungkook’s eyes linger on you briefly before smirking. “Marvel fan?” he asks.

“Hm, you?”

“Hm.”

You’re pretty and a Marvel fan? Jungkook looks up at the dark sky, silently thanking the universe for this coincidence. Before he can come up with something to say, you speak again.

“I almost dressed as Wednesday Addams, but it’s way too cold for that,” you explain, and he nods.

“Wednesday was my first choice, too,” Jungkook jokes, making you laugh.

“I’m Y/N,” you say.

“Jungkook,” he replies.

“Did you come alone, Spiderman?” you ask, and Jungkook shakes his head.

“I came with some friends.”

“Yeah, me too. It was either this or sleeping early. I figured it’d be more fun to get drunk,” you say, tossing the bud of your cigarette. Jungkook licks his lips with a smile. He guesses you’re a yapper, which is a good thing because he’s not drunk enough to talk freely without embarrassment. “Do you drink tequila shots, Spiderman?”

“Are you offering?” he teases, and you nod. “Alright.”

Even though he asks, once you’re at the bar ordering a round of six tequila shots, Jungkook is the one handing over his credit card to the bartender. You scold him, insisting you’ll pay for the next round. He’s just happy that you’re thinking about continuing the night with him, though he’s a little apprehensive about drinking more.

“Alright, on three,” you say with a smile, counting down before you both toss back the first shot and bite into a lemon. “Where are your friends?”

“Somewhere in the club,” Jungkook replies, his head nodding to the rhythm of the music.

You grab his hand and guide him to the dancefloor. Jungkook marvels at how easygoing you are. Most girls he meets play hard to get, but you’re different—just here, vibing with everyone around you. His smile widens as he watches you mimicking the dance steps of a guy dressed as a banana.

You burst into laughter when you mess up the choreography, and the banana-guy spins you back toward Jungkook, probably assuming the two of you came together. You stumble into his arms, your rosy cheeks and bright giggles captivating him even though he can barely hear it over the music.

After the fourth shot, Jungkook has to stop, reaching his limit. He isn’t used to drinking this much, especially tequila. But he chuckles, watching as you confidently take down two more. When you turn to him, he shakes his head in disbelief.

“Already?” you tease, giggling, and he rolls his eyes, amused. You finish the remaining shots by yourself, and he’s genuinely impressed. How can someone as small as you handle so much alcohol?

Jungkook blinks a few times, shaking his head. He’s almost certain you’re going to regret this if you keep bouncing around to the music like that.

“Are you drunk?” you ask, leaning closer, and he nods, patting his chest to settle the burn in his throat.

He grabs a bottle of water he ordered, takes a sip, and offers it to you. But you shake your head, and Jungkook can’t help but feel a strange responsibility to make sure you’re okay. You’ve only just met, but he’s already trying to sober you up a bit—anything to avoid you ending the night sick.

“Do you drink often?” Jungkook asks, grimacing as he takes another sip of water. He’s already done with tequila—probably for life.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you chuckle, your tone playful as you make him smile and shrug.

“Just that you definitely know how to hold your liquor.”

“I just needed to get drunk and forget this year,” you admit, tossing your hair over your shoulder.

“Do you want me to walk you to your friends?” Jungkook offers, his voice laced with concern.

“Are you tired of me, Spider-Man?” you joke, swaying slightly as you both half-dance to the pulsing music.

“W-What? No!” Jungkook stammers, looking adorably flustered, and you laugh at his reaction.

“I’m kidding,” you say, nudging his shoulder with a grin.

“Can… I have your number? Or maybe your social media?” he asks, leaning closer to your ear to make himself heard over the music. You pull back to meet his gaze, your hands resting lightly on his shoulders for balance. Both of you have hooded eyes, softened by the alcohol and dim lights.

Jungkook feels a rush of admiration for your boldness. You don’t care about the people around you or their opinions. His hand hesitates before resting on the small of your back. You tilt your head, your nose brushing his as your lips hover dangerously close.

“Do you want to have fun?” you murmur, your mouth brushing his ear, the music muffling everything else.

“What kind of fun?” he asks, his breath caressing your cheek. He feels himself leaning into the moment, emboldened by your energy. Why not? There’s nothing wrong with a little flirting with a stranger on New Year’s Eve.

You smirk slowly, your hand slipping into his to guide him off the dancefloor. Jungkook frowns slightly in confusion when you lead him into the women’s restroom. Before he can ask why, you cup his face, pulling him into a kiss that sends his heart racing.

He finds it thrilling—kissing someone he just met, in a place he’d never expect. It’s not the kind of fun he was imagining, but he’s definitely not complaining. You guide him blindly into one of the stalls, closing the door behind you as he presses you against it.

“What if someone catches us?” he whispers, his lips trailing along your jaw.

“We can stop if you want,” you reply, threading your fingers into his hair before pulling him into another heated kiss.

“No,” he says honestly, making you smile. “But we’re drunk.”

“Can’t get hard when you’re drunk?” you tease, your lips brushing the column of his neck. Jungkook chuckles darkly, grabbing your hand and guiding it to his joggers. Your eyes light up as you feel his growing arousal beneath the fabric.

Jungkook’s breath hitches as your hand starts to stroke him above his jogger. His mind races—this is new for him. He’s had his share of casual flings, but never with a stranger and never in public. Surprisingly, the thrill of possibly being caught makes the moment even more exhilarating.

He wonders if you’ve done this before—you seem so at ease. But before he can ask, your hand slides under the waistband of his joggers, palming his growing bulge. His eyes close almost instantly, a soft groan escaping him as your touch sends heat coursing through his body. His own hands find your backside, squeezing gently, grounding himself in the moment.

“Do you want to fuck me?” you whisper, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin of his neck.

“What—I—right now?” he stammers, wide-eyed, and you nod. Pressing your back against the door, you reach behind to unzip the bottom of your costume, your movements deliberate and teasing. Jungkook’s gaze remains locked on you, his mind racing.

His eyes widen further as he begins patting the pockets of his joggers in a frantic search for his wallet. He knows there’s a condom in there—he’s certain he hasn’t used it. A chance like this? No way he’s letting it slip by. He’s just a guy, after all, and if a beautiful woman wants him, Jungkook isn’t about to say no.

“What are you doing?” you ask, laughing as his wallet slips from his fumbling hands. He scrambles to catch it, earning another amused giggle from you.

When he finally retrieves the little plastic wrapper, he holds it up proudly. You smirk, pulling him into a heated kiss while he helps you peel off the bottom half of your costume. The black panties underneath match the dark tights perfectly, a sight that makes Jungkook’s breath hitch. His hands twitch at his sides, trying to maintain control.

“I’ve never done this before,” he admits softly, hiking your leg up to wrap around his waist, pressing you against him.

“Yeah, me neither,” you reply with a playful giggle, one hand gripping his shoulder for balance while the other threads through his messy hair. “New year, new experiences, right?”

“You’re really something else,” he chuckles, his tone equal parts admiration and disbelief. His eyes meet yours, silently asking for permission. You nod, and his hand slides between your thighs, fingertips brushing against you through the thin fabric of your panties.

“Fuck,” you whisper, your head falling back against the door as your hips instinctively press into his touch. Your reaction sends a shiver down his spine; he swears he’s never heard anyone curse so beautifully.

Jungkook frees himself from his boxers, giving his cock a few slow strokes while watching your every reaction. His gaze flickers between your face and the way your body trembles under his hand. When he pushes your panties aside, he hesitates momentarily to open the condom.

“Tell me to stop,” he says suddenly, his voice wavering as he tries to cling to the last shred of his rationality.

“Don’t you dare,” you reply with a grin, tugging at his boxers to free him completely. He groans, any semblance of self-control slipping away as he feels your hand stroke him again, this time skin-on-skin.

The muffled music from the club outside only adds to the surrealness of the moment. Every so often, someone walks into the restroom, and Jungkook tenses, half-expecting a knock on the door. But the thrill of being caught only seems to heighten his excitement. When you grab his face to focus him on you, your lips brushing against his, he realizes he’s long past the point of no return.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath as he rolls the condom over his length. His other hand pushes his joggers just low enough to give him room to move. “Are you sure?” he asks one last time, his voice trembling with need.

“Yes,” you answer without hesitation, guiding him to your entrance. His fingers dig into your hips as he presses forward slowly, the stretch eliciting soft gasps from both of you. He stills for a moment, his forehead resting against yours as he adjusts to the overwhelming sensation.

“God, you’re so tight,” he whispers, his voice rough with desire.

“Please, move,” you urge him in a whine, your nails digging into his shoulders. He doesn’t need to be told twice. His hips pull back before snapping forward, setting a steady rhythm that has you biting your lip to keep from moaning too loudly.

Jungkook’s movements grow more erratic as he loses himself in the sensation of you. The cramped space of the stall, the muffled music, and the ever-present risk of being caught only add to the intensity. His hands roam your body, gripping your thighs and waist as he thrusts into you with increasing urgency.

“You feel so good,” he groans, his voice a low rumble in your ear.

“Faster,” you gasp, your hands sliding down to grab his ass and urge him deeper. He obliges, his pace quickening until the sound of your bodies colliding fills the small space. “Fuck –“

You bite down on his shoulder to muffle your moans, and he curses under his breath, the combination of your teeth and the tight grip of your walls pushing him closer to the edge.

“I’m close,” he whispers, his breath hot against your neck. His thrusts grow rougher, the door rattling slightly with each movement.

“Me too,” you manage to reply, your voice shaky as the tension in your body builds. His thumb finds your clit, circling it with just enough pressure to send you spiraling over the edge. Your walls tighten around him as you climax, your muffled cries vibrating against his skin.

“Fuck,” Jungkook groans, his hips stuttering as he follows you, spilling into the condom with a final deep thrust. He collapses against you, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. The countdown outside ends in cheers and shouts of celebration, but neither of you notices, still lost in the aftershocks of your high.

For a moment, the two of you stay like that, tangled together in the aftermath. Then Jungkook pulls back slightly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. The sounds of celebration seep back in as you both begin to steady your breathing.

“That was…” he trails off, unable to find the right words. “Hot.”

You smirk, cupping his face to leave a lingering kiss on his swollen lips.

“Happy New Year,” you whisper, your voice soft but playful.

“Happy New Year,” he replies, his hand snaking behind your neck to pull you into another kiss, this one just as passionate as the last. Jungkook knows he has to go back to his friends soon.

“What’s your name again?” you laugh, your breath mingling with his as he chuckles.

“Jungkook. Yours?”

“Y/N.”

hiiii!! first of all, happy new year to you all. may 2025 be a better year for you. secondly, i know, I KNOW, i'm a little late with the one shot i promised, i'm sorry! i was too busy those last few days. to be honest, the one shot didn't result as i was hoping for. I had a few ideas about it and it doesn't look like... what i expected. but i promise you a jk one shot for the new year so here it is. i'll do better next time, i swear!! but i do hope that you enjoyed reading it <3 I'll see you around, and on that, i'm going back to write the DOU chapter 6 now that i have free time!! luv y’all — Riza

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His Reason to Fanboy 🦸‍♀️ | Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia imagine

TGM Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia x MovieStar!reader (romantic) Dagger squad (platonic), Marvel actors (platonic)

Content Warnings: fluff, slight profanity, pop culture references, timeline events not completely in order | Female!reader (she/her) | wc: about 7k

Requested 📨 yes/no for Anonymous (tagging @eternalsams though cause I know how much you love Mickey <3)

Premise: Little was known about the private life of energetic WSO Mikey 'Fanboy' Garcia to his fellow Top Gun alum. He was a walking encyclopedia when it came to all thing's superheroes and Hollywood's biggest stars. So it's the biggest surprise of their lives when the face behind his call sign Fanboy is revealed after years of wondering who claimed his heart when he was just a teenager.

Note: gosh writing this reminded me how much i love writing famous!reader x dagger pairings. this was so fun and long awaited so big apologies to the person who requested this last summer 🥰🥹. I hope it was worth the wait and I did it justice!! 🫶🏼

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If there is one thing the Dagger squad knows about their energetic WSO, Mickey Garcia, it’s that he lives up to his callsign Fanboy. Everyday they bear witness to his knowledge of all things superheroes and who’s dating who in Hollywood. The man’s apartment--or dorm on base depending on where he is--gives away all his interests and pop culture loves. Anyone who becomes friends with Mickey would have no trouble finding a birthday gift. There'd be endless ideas. 

Each room of his home had its own theme. Go to the bathroom and you’re hit with his love for Star Wars. Doctor Who memorabilia coats his kitchen. Then his living room looks straight out of Avengers tower. Throughout the apartment there’s knick knacks from attending a multitude of conventions, including a wall dedicated to signed pictures and movie posters. 

“Damn, Garcia,” Hangman whistles, roaming the vast collection. “You sure are a collector.” The WSO laughs, waltzing to his fridge to collect a case of beers for the squad. 

“My pride and joy.”

“I can see that,” Jake stops in front of a glass case filled to the brim with Funko Pops and figurines. One striking detail was the majority being characters of a certain actress hot in the Hollywood scene. “I see you also got a crush on Y/n L/n.” 

The name sent a large smile on Mickey’s face, filling his chest with warmth and butterflies, though his friends were too occupied to notice. “You can say that.” 

“C’mon, Mickey!” Y/n shouted at him from the sidewalk, waving a hand frantically toward the movie theater. “We’re gonna miss it!” It was a packed house, Mickey weaving through a horde of people after his mother dropped him off, promising to pick the two teenagers once the film ended. Listed in bold letters on the showings were “Spider-Man 2”, along with several others but they didn’t matter to them. They were there for the newest Spider-Man, having anticipated it all year.

Y/n stood with a cross body bag filled with candy, holding up the tickets. “You’re lucky I already got our seats.” Mickey fell into step as she led them inside, rolling his eyes playfully.

“At the very least we’d miss the previews, Y/n.” He held the door open, “not the end of the world.” 

“Speak for yourself,” she teased, thanking him in the process. Together they beelined for the concessions. With a soda and popcorn bucket in their hands the teens made it to their seats right as the lights dimmed. Y/n visibly excited during the trailers for National Treasure, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Then when it came time for the movie to start, she barely touched the popcorn. Leaving Mickey to enjoy it for himself. They shared candy and gasps during intense scenes. 

When the film ended the teens made their way out immersed in a debrief, “Harry is going to be a problem in the next one,” Y/n predicted with confidence, “Now that he knows Peter is Spider-Man, he’s gonna go after him to avenge his father.” The girl threw her hands up, “Which wasn’t even his fault!” 

Mickey laughed, popping a few leftover skittles in his mouth, “I’m kinda sad about Octavius. He had a change of heart in the end.” 

“Yeah,” she agreed with a sigh. They walked in the direction of the Dairy Queen next to the theater. Craving some ice cream while they waited for Mickey’s mom. “I hope one day I can be in one.” Mickey peered at her, frowning at her tone which was a mix of longing and sadness.

“A superhero movie?” 

“Any movie really,” she chuckled, pushing her hands in the pockets of her denim jacket. “A superhero one would be amazing--just because I love them so much.” Since they became friends at eight years old and their shared interest in comics, Y/n and Mickey watched pretty much every superhero movie to exist. Only when they turned 10 did their parents allow them to go to the theaters on opening weekend with supervision. It was the past year they were able to go alone now that they were fifteen and in high school.

Living in California, on the outskirts of Los Angeles, Y/n had always had a desire to go into acting. Begging her family to take her to auditions. Which was difficult considering they had full time jobs. Y/n’s mother a paralegal and her father a mechanic. When Y/n turned 10 her parents agreed to take her to commercial auditions on weekends. She landed several jobs, including ones for well known brands like Coca-Cola, Cheerios, and Motarola to promote their new phone. Children's toys, and hotel marketing. Recently came guest roles on popular tv-shows, like That’s So Raven, House, and voice acting on Danny Phantom. She had her agent to thank for that. 

But she was itching for that big break.

“You’ll make it, Y/n,” Mickey put his arm around her shoulder, the girl leaning in. “You’re the most ambitious, hard-driven, working person I’ve ever met. You’ve got family and friends who support you. An agent who cares about you.” If there was one thing he was right about it was her support team. Y/n’s agent Tanya had been with Y/n for two years and worked endlessly to secure her projects. The two were introduced in 2002 shortly after Y/n had a small role of a young vampire in Queen of the Damned. Her first feature debut, but it was so small she wasn’t listed on the credits. 

Tanya believed in Y/n more than anyone else. She was the reason Y/n appeared on more tv-shows than commercials within the last two years. While getting movie roles proved difficult, Tanya was determined and had Y/n pumping out auditions left and right. 

Mickey squeezed her shoulder gently, adding a friendly kiss to her cheek that made her heart flutter. “It’ll happen.You just have to be patient.” 

If only the two had made a bet that day. Mickey never lost faith in Y/n’s potential. And when they finally entered a relationship junior year after years of mutual pining it only heightened. They both attended University of Southern California, Y/n pursuing acting while Mickey studied aeronautical engineering. While finishing high school, Y/n auditioned consistently for L.A productions, accumulating credits on Constantine (which had her loss for words getting to work with Keanu Reeves), Ugly Betty, Bring It On: All or Nothing, and her personal favorite, X-Men: The Last Stand. Then in 2006 she had credits on Transformers, Knocked-Up, and Freedom Writers which were released in 2007. Those roles would benefit her in the years to come for the connections she made with co-stars. 

Her building resume those years resulted in Y/n getting that big break she dreamed off. One crisp January day in 2007, having just wrapped on a guest appearance on Suite Life of Zack & Cody, Y/n received a call from Tanya. Changing the trajectory of her career forever. 

“I’ve got you an audition to play Robert Downey Jr.’s daughter in this new Iron Man production.”

Y/n literally spit out her soda, choking as she tried to say, “I’m sorry, did you say Iron Man.” Of course she heard correctly, but Y/n being the massive comic fan she had to be sure. 

“Yes,” Tanya chuckled, Y/n could hear her typing away on her laptop. “I’m emailing you the scene--you’ll read for Jon Favreau, Kevin Feige and the casting director. There’s a chance Robert might be there for you two to do a chemistry read.” 

Y/n rushed to her laptop, nearly running into the wall of her dorm when she cut the corner too fast. The *ding* of the email coming through sounded, Y/n sliding into her chair at a rapid speed to open the document and print it out. 

“So you’ll do it?” Tanya’s voice reminded the girl she was still on the phone. 

“Where do I meet you?”

Now if Y/n were being honest, she wasn’t too confident of her chances of getting the role. It was the inaugural film of this highly anticipated Marvel franchise. Not to mention an L.A set so who knows how many up and coming actors are fighting for a spot. Y/n knew her odds were slim. But she was going to give the best damn performance ever. 

She planned to tell Mickey about the audition once she knew the outcome. As much as she loved and trusted him and his faith in her, Y/n didn’t want to disappoint him. Not that she ever could, Mickey adored her and supported everything she did. But since he loved superheroes as much as her, this was important to him as well.

The audition process was a long and painful process. Following the initial reading, Y/n had been called back four more times as the team narrowed down their choices. They did several scenes, particularly the ones with Robert since the character would be on screen with him the most. Each time Y/n read with Robert it was nerveracking, but she handled it well and really put her acting capabilities to the test. The man complimented her after every session to which she was grateful for. It boosted her confidence. Even if she didn’t get the role, Y/n was thankful for the experience and hoped to work with Robert in the future. 

After a grueling month-long process, Y/n received the call she’d been waiting for. From Kevin Feige himself. “We want you to be our Jordyn Stark.” It took everything in Y/n to hold back her screams of joy. Releasing them the second they ended the call. She nearly woke up the entire dorm hall, thankfully no cops were called. 

Mickey was over the moon when she told him the news. Jumping from his side of the booth to pull her up into a massive hug. Kissing all over her face, “Oh my God this is amazing!! You’re gonna be a superhero--I knew you could do it! Holy shit!” They looked like little kids in a candy store, bouncing up and down in a fit of excitement.

Proud of his girlfriend, Mickey dragged her to the nearest comic store. Purchasing a comic that featured her character and figurine. “Will you do me the honor,” he held up a sharpie, grinning at the look of joy on her face, “of signing this for me. I want to be the first person to have THE Jordyn Stark aka THE Iron Lady,” he winked, and finished, “aka THE Y/n L/n’s autograph.” 

Tears formed in her eyes. Both from the overwhelming amount of happiness and because of Mickey’s whole show. People passing by gave confused looks, unaware the girl was about to become the face of a whole generation. 

Iron Man’s release sparked a new era in Hollywood. Marvel Studios got the green light to begin plans for a whole phase of projects in the universe. Reception to Y/n’s performance of Jordyn Stark was well received. Fans and critics praised her, fellow actors committing she was the scene stealer. 

Rosario Dawson, a massive comic book fan, stated in an interview when asked if she saw Iron Man, “Are you kidding? I saw it three times in theaters--I was blown away! And the girl who played Tony’s daughter, I believe Y/n is her name, oh my gosh she was amazing,” the woman talked with her hands, “Every scene she was in had me either laughing, on the edge of my seat, or simply going ‘wow, this girl is talented’. She matched Robert’s energy on screen so you’d think they are a father-daughter duo in real life.” 

Samuel L. Jackson, who would go on to be Y/n’s co-star in future Marvel films and Hollywood projects, said, “Look I don’t say this lightly, but that girl is gonna go places. And to think this is her first big supporting role in a motion picture!” He smiled brightly, “what a talent.”

Y/n was full of excitement, not hesitating to sign her name on the dotted line for a multi-picture contract--but not before her agent and lawyer read over it. The success she garnered from Iron Man occurred rather quickly. In the following year Y/n found herself attending award shows for the first time. Winning Best Supporting Actress in an Action Movie, Best Scene Stealer, Best Duo with Robert Downey Jr. and Best Breakthrough Actress at the MTV Movie Awards. She also won her category for the Kids Choice and Teen Choice Awards. 

Before long her agent was blowing up her phone. Iron-Man 2, 3 and The Avengers were already accounted for and Y/n wanted to lengthy her filmography to prevent being typecast. Obviously she loved Superhero/Action movies, but she desired to be a versatile actress. Countless auditions, but Y/n soon became a staple name in the early 2010s with performances in Tron: Legacy, Black Swan, Insidious, Grown Ups, Contagion, teaming up again with RDJ and Jude Law in Sherlock Holmes. Then in 2012-2014 Y/n added Men In Black 3, The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn, Enemy, The Hunger Games: Mockinjay and Interstellar to her list. Working with amazing directors and popular franchises pushed her into international stardom. Plus making lifetime collaborations. 

Oh, and can’t forget being nominated for Best Supporting Actress at the Oscars and Golden Globes. Winning the latter and making Y/n one of Hollywood's most desired acts. Now whenever she appears in a project, the Golden Globe Winner precedes her name.

And Mickey was there every step of the way. He was living his dream of working in aviation, completing OTS and flight school to become a weapons-specialist officer in the Navy. The backseater to the pilot, but just as important. Y/n was beyond proud. Thinking of all those times Mickey randomly gave plane facts or begged her to go to the air show in high school. Anytime she traveled and saw a figurine of a plane he was missing from his collection she got it. Luckily the Navy kept him on the west coast. Making it easier to see each other during her days away from set. He loved his job. And Y/n loved him. 

Maintaining a relationship while in high-demand careers was no easy task. Especially when one’s a movie star and the other goes on classified missions for the government. Add on the fact they wanted to keep their private life a secret to prevent media scrutiny. Y/n worried in the beginning Mickey would view it negatively. Not posting about him on social media or bringing him to premiers and award shows. Like he was some dirty secret. But Mickey, the wonderful man he is, never was bothered. In fact he liked the idea. 

They talked consistently, sometimes everyday unless they were occupied with work. Y/n kept him updated on every audition. Sharing the excitement with him each role she landed and comforted by his voice when rejected. And while he didn’t go to the premieres, Mickey was at every opening weekend for her movies. Dragging his friends along each time. It’s no surprise he earned the callsign Fanboy for his endless passion for movies. Specifically the superhero ones. While drunk the first weekend in flight school he gave the entire lore of the current MCU projects. To anyone he would just be labeled a superfan. Unaware of the true reason behind his love for the MCU. 

The mid-to-late 2010s did not disappoint. Y/n’s contract for the MCU extended as Jordyn Stark became a prominent figure in the franchise. And with her strong chemistry and bonds, Y/n collaborated with several of her Marvel co-stars in projects outside of the MCU. Jeremy Renner in Arrival, working with Denis Villenueve again starring in his Enemy and Sicario. Brie Larson in Room, Tom Hiddleston in Crimson Peak. Both of whom, with Samuel L. Jackson, starred in Kong: Skull Island with Y/n. She worked with Tessa Tompson in Annihilation--who would go on to cite inspiration from Y/n’s performance in MIB when she joined the franchise in 2019. Then after working with him in Men in Black 3, Y/n teamed up alongside Josh Brolin in Sicario, Deadpool 2, and eventually parts 1 & 2 of Denis’ adaptation of Dune. 

“Oh she’s one of my favorite people to work with,” Josh said during the press tour for Endgame after the interviewer mentioned all the times the two collaborated. “I had first seen her in Freedom Writers back in 2007 and thought she was just spectacular. Then of course in Iron Man, what can I say,” he shrugged while beaming, “It’s because of her and Downey that we have the MCU in the first place. They really set it in motion and to capture that feeling of, ‘this is going to be something’ so early on is incredible.” Josh crossed his legs, grinning wide as he added, “I love working with Y/n, I’ll say yes to any project if she’s attached and I’m excited for this next thing we got going with Denis after this.”

Besides movies Y/n continued to land jobs on shows whenever she was back in L.A. Tanya, her agent with an iron fist, booked her guest appearances on The Good Place, Black Mirror, Hannible, and The Americans. Her gig on Daredevil stirred major discourse in the Marvel community. Especially after it was announced years later the MCU would be buying the rights to the Netflix Marvel productions. In 2017 she had a recurring role as part-time companion to the 12th Doctor on Doctor Who. Becoming a fan favorite, the actress was constantly asked by fans and reporters if she had plans to return for the upcoming 60th Anniversary special. Y/n enjoyed her time in England and met up with several friends. Christopher Nolen, in fact, had called her up with the offer of a role in his upcoming work, Tenet. 

How could she pass that up?

2019 from the start was going to be an interesting year for the actress. At the height of her career Y/n felt the train was non-stopping. Traveling around the world. Press tours and interviews. Finding time to decompress was a task in itself. In between projects Y/n visited Mickey at his base in Northern California. Just like old times they’d go to the movies together. Only in disguise to hide from fans and the paparazzi. Sometimes they’d see her movies--usually at Mickey’s request, but Y/n always felt weird watching herself on screen. She’d think after over fifteen years in the industry she’d be used to it, but nevertheless she’d tend to think, ‘I could’ve done that better,’ with every scene. 

By September of that year Y/n was gearing up for a major project with longtime friend and collaborator, Denis Villenueve. Endgame had taken over the globe, concluding 10 years of buildup between characters and storylines. Tears upon tears were shed at the premiere. Unsure of what Marvel had planned for Jordyn Stark, Y/n prepared for the next chapter in her career. On top of Endgame she’d been in Greta Gerwig’s Little Women and the rom-com, Isn’t It Romantic. She’d signed on for a three-picture deal with Deadpool, but now he was also going to join the MCU, so the future of her character was in question. Ryan, however, assured her she’d remain in the universe, already texting plans of potential dialogue and jokes. 

Then there were countless interviews and promos.

“Hi, I’m Y/n L/n!” her excited tone was directed to the camera, sitting criss crossed on a pastel purple fabric that lifted into the backdrop. “And I’m here with Buzzfeed to answer some questions sent in from Twitter and play with puppies.” She rubbed her hands together, “Bring them in!”

Dream come true if she were being honest. Surrounded by tiny four-legged creatures that caused her heart to sour. Answering the questions was actually the difficult part, pulling the slips of paper from the bowl and reading aloud, ‘What has been your favorite role to play?’

“This is probably obvious,” her laugh was light and genuine, “but it has to be the one, the only, the absolute icon herself, Miss. Jordyn M. Stark.” Y/n visibly awed as a beagle pup climbed into her lap. “Anyone who knew me growing up--.” she instantly thinks of Mickey, smile widening, “knows my love for superheroes and comics in general. I was always at the movies opening weekend, sometimes even opening night, to watch the newest release. Getting to play Jordyn Stark has been an absolute dream come true. Not only has it fulfilled a longtime aspiration of wanting to play a superhero, but it’s opened the door to so many opportunities,” she points out the obvious, “she put me on the map. It’s crazy to think it’s been over a decade since I brought Jordyn to life on the big screen and until Marvel lets me know what’s next for her, it’s a bittersweet end to an amazing chapter in my life.”

‘What’s been the most challenging part of your career?’

Y/n thinks for a moment, petting the husky pup biting her shoelaces, “I think having to migrate from what my life was like before booking Jordyn--which is ironic considering that’s what every actor's goal is. To get that big break that shoots them into stardom if you say…” her hands move to emphasize her point. “Going from a freshman in college working a part-time job at a hotel and getting tiny gigs on L.A productions,” she lifts her left hand up, then her right, “to the train never reaching its stop…it was a big shift. I definitely was the type of actor calling up co-stars with questions like, ‘is it always like this?’” she ends it with a chuckle, “I think I managed it well, but I still think about it from time to time.”

‘Favorite actor/actresses to work with?’

She doesn’t hesitate, “Downey of course, that’s my ride or die. His name on my phone is literally, ‘Work Father/Iron Dad’.” She laughs with the crew, “And Josh Brolin--love that man so much. I’ll actually be seeing him soon and I’m excited to catch up.” A pup barks for attention and Y/n lifts him in her arms, “I love working with Tessa Tompson. She and I got close on set during Avengers and I gave her advice on joining the Men In Black family. If there’s one actress I’d love to work with again it would be Viola Davis.” Y/n clutches a hand to her chest, “We had to do so many scenes over because I could not stop staring at her in awe and would miss my cue or forget my line. Ah! I was so embarrassed--but she was great about it and I freakin’ love her. I really really adore Keanu Reeves--in fact,” a wink is sent to the camera, “I might actually have some exciting news to share soon regarding a certain action franchise he’s in.” Seconds after the interview was released Twitter was buzzing. Excited about the potential of Y/n joining the John Wick series.

‘Is there another superhero, or possibly villain, you’d be interested in playing on the big screen?’

“Ooo I like this question,” Y/n grins, clapping a bit only to have the puppy in her lap playfully take a bite at her fingers. “As I mentioned I love comic books, so any chance to play a character in one I’m taking. If I had to choose….” she scratches her chin before smirking, “Poison Ivy is one of my favorites from DC--if I were to play her alongside Margot Robbie’s Harley Quinn I think that would be so iconic. I’d love to play a villian/anti-hero in general,” she shrugs nonchalantly. “ The closest I got to playing one was Shock in Daredevil. Every other character in a superhero setting I’ve done has been heroes. There’s so many villains in X-Men I think are intriguing--Dark Phoenix, Fatale, and Copycat. But for sure Poison Ivy is my top choice.”

‘Do you have any advice on romance?’

The question fills Y/n with heat, giggling under her breath which the camera catches. “I don’t think I’m the best to answer this question, because when it comes to romance I just wing it--,” her hands raise in defense, “which had worked to my advantage.” The topic of relationships was rare for Y/n. No surprise there since she’s been known to keep her private life private her entire career. Not to mention she’d been with Mickey for half her life. “My partner on the other hand is very romantic. He loves to plan dates, surprise me with my favorite candy, and will send memes at the most random times of the day because they remind him of me. He’s not in the industry,” she is quick to point out, giving viewers a first time look of her personal life, “but he knows a lot and is my biggest supporter. I love him dearly.”

The video went viral on twitter and, as expected, people had a lot to comment on the clip of Y/n’s love life. 

@/Lokidarling: awed so many times watching @/SuperY/n talk about her partner. I hope to love someone like that one day.

@/TheDoctorsWife: So we can all agree Y/n L/n’s partner is the luckiest man on the planet. 

@/MTV: currently sobbing that our wife @/SuperY/n is off the market.

@/Slick_like_AgentK: @/SuperY/n heard the rumors about her and Sebastian Stan and said ‘NOT TODAY!’

 In the weeks leading to fall Y/n made plans to read Dune at Denis’ request. Had auditions lined up for Succession, Ghostbusters: Afterlife, and The School for Good & Evil. And desperately needed time with her fiance. The two recently engaged following their 30th birthday. 

Technically they were legally married under California’s common law. They’d been together since 16 and while no rings were on their fingers, they had assets. Including cars, apartments, and dogs. Still they wanted a wedding and proper marriage documents. Both agreed to sign each other's prenup. A scene almost comical when they approached both their lawyers, who along with their families and Y/n’s agent knew of their relationship. 

Admittedly, the engagement was a result of upcoming events. Ever since Mickey informed her of his orders to return to Top Gun for a classified mission Y/n had been stressed. Thoughts plagued her mind of the dangers Mickey could face. Not just the mission but the training itself. She’d heard of incidents of technical malfunctions in the air that led to someone’s death. The thought of Mickey hurt or worse, dead, in the line of duty was her worst nightmare. And since she was not his wife, medical professionals were required to not share any information of his status if he were admitted. 

So before he shipped out, they did what the typical military couple does on a time crunch: they went to the courthouse. 

Did Y/n’s publicist bribe and threaten to sue the official if TMZ got word? Only God bore witness to that interaction. 

By the grace of a higher spirit Mickey came home to her. They had little to no contact while he was off shore so the second he called her up saying he was back in Fightertown Y/n was packing a bag. Speeding down the next morning. 

Their time together was private, and unbeknownst to both it would be the last. In a sense that is. 

Because they pulled off the impossible, Mickey and the rest of the Dagger Squad were declared an official strike squad for the Pentagon, basing the team at Fightertown. A good thing for the couple. Now instead of a four-hour drive it was cut down to just over two hours. 

“How long will you be gone?” He brushed his fingers down the length of her arm, the two cuddled on the couch watching The Bachelorette. 

“A few months,” was her reply, nibbling on a twizzler. Sighing, she nuzzled against his touch, not wanting to think about the long flight to Budapest ahead of her. She’d planned to use that time to read Dune before her first day on set. “Maybe less if all goes well. How long will you be offshore?” Y/n referred to his pending mission with the Dagger Squad. She felt him shrug against her.

“I’d say no more than a couple weeks. Rooster is team leader and Mav’s supervisor. It’ll be a piece of cake.”

Tilting her head up to look at him, Y/n smiled, “I want to meet your friends. They sound like great people.”

“They are,” Mickey grinned, matching her gaze, “You’d love them--but I have to warn you they can be a handful. Especially Javy.” He laughed as the memory popped in his head, “It’s amazing we can get stuff done at times.”

Y/n thought for a moment, laying her head back on his shoulder, “Maybe when I get back we can talk about going public. What do you think?” her tone was nervous, butterflies in her stomach for his reaction. This was the first time in a while the idea of disclosing their relationship came up. And considering they were now legally married, keeping it secret was harder by the day.

Mickey tightened his hold around her, pressing a kiss to her temple. It made her instantly relax, “Whatever you want, mi amor.” He smiled at her sigh of relief, “You know I won’t object--so long as you’re sure about it.”

“I am,” she doesn’t hesitate, “we’ve kept it hidden for so long--which I’m amazed by with all the times we’ve gone out.” The fact her disguises worked made her laugh any time she thought about it. “Everyone at Marvel pretty much had their suspicions that I was in a serious relationship. Never said anything, which I’m grateful for. But I want to share you with the world,” leaning back up, Y/n cups his cheek, stroking his jaw followed by a sweet kiss to the lips, “because you are my world.”

If only there was a camera secretly concealed in Mickey’s apartment the day his closest friends discovered the secret he’d been harboring. It happened unexpectedly, completely taking them both off guard. 

Wanting to surprise Mickey after months away filming, Y/n arrived in San Diego with their favorite take out in hand and headed straight to his apartment. As she was taking the items from her car she noticed a man with a very large camera across the street. 

Pointing the lens straight at her.

“Fuck,” was the first word out of her mouth, beginning to grab things in a rush.

“Y/n! Y/n over here!” 

Preparing herself, Y/n put on a brave face and turned on her heel. “Hello!” she smiled and waved, seeing the pap had moved closer but still kept his distance. “All I ask is please don’t take photos of my license plate, if you don’t mind.” Running into paparazzi while driving her own car always brought fear. Many celebrities had unfortunately dealt with fans showing up to their homes due to their license plate being leaked. Y/n tried her best to prevent that whenever she could.

Thankfully the gentleman was nice, waving a hand in return. “No problem!” He continued snapping pictures as she walked, following behind several paces. When she got inside, without her usual disguise because she was in a rush, Y/n caught the stunned expression of the doorman and receptionist. ‘Cat’s out of the bag.’

Ruffling for her key once in the elevator, Y/n shot a quick text to her agent and publicist, ‘sooooo we might have a problem…although it's not the worst if we’re being real.’ Quickly putting her phone back in her bag to not see the incoming replies--to spare herself the stress--Y/n hurried to the apartment. Not even giving Mickey a warning before she busted inside only to shock herself with the discovery of people inside.

“Oh my,” she said aloud, hearing the sound of someone dropping their phone followed by several gasps and a ‘what the fuck?’.

Mickey, however, was jumping from his seat, “Baby!” he shouted in glee, rushing to encompass her in a massive bear hug. Completely oblivious to the fact his friend's jaw dropping reactions behind him. “When did you get it? Just now? I thought you were coming on Monday!” 

Wrapping her arms around him, Y/n remembers why she was there in the first place. “I wanted to surprise you,” lips meet her cheek. “I brought Sambino’s.”

Mickey moans like he just won the lottery, cupping her face, “You are a living angel. How did I get so lucky?” 

Smirking, Y/n hands him the bag as they untangle and replies, “You didn’t make fun of me for being the only girl in our third grade class who liked comics.” She scrunches her nose when he ‘boops’ it, followed by a quick kiss to the lips. 

By now the group taking up the entire living room had stood up, congregating in the kitchen. All wore matching expressions: flabbergasted, awe, and pure confusion. The man closest to Mickey who towered over everyone spoke first.

“Garcia,” Payback choked out a laugh, wrapping his head around the fact he just witnessed his partner kiss THE Y/n L/n. His hand waved in their direction, “When you said you and your highschool sweetheart preferred to keep a low profile…her being the actress you’re obsessed over was not at all what I had in mind.”

Jake scoffed, “speak for yourself, I thought he was bullshitting us about having a high-school sweetheart,” at Mickey’s look of offense he raised his hands in defense, “What? You hardly ever spoke of her and quite frankly--” hands wave around the place, “you have no pictures whatsoever.” 

“Oh I do,” The WSO winds an arm over Y/n’s shoulder, to which she leans into. “Just they’re in photo albums and kept in a safe place. Away from prying eyes.” A playful smack hits his chest, Y/n rolling her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Javy cuts in with a confused chuckle. “Are we just going to ignore the fact we’re in the presence of an A-list actress--who is dating our Fanboy.”

Bob gives a friendly smile, “that makes sense why he’s always talking about the MCU and seems to know the direction it’s going before we do.” The fellow WSO then adds after chucking, “it’s because you’re really a big fan of Y/n.”

Rooster belts out a laugh, “Yo that’s kinda ironic. Fanboy dating his celebrity crush he never shuts up about. I couldn’t have predicted that at all.”

“Dating is putting it lightly,” Y/n finally speaks up, face full of amusement. Placing a hand on Mickey’s chest, their attention instantly goes to the ring on her finger. 

“Well shit,” Jake whistles, causing Nat to nudge him with her elbow, though she matched his stunned expression.

“Damn, Garcia!” Javy goes to dab him up. Reuben does the same while saying, “Congrats man!” 

“I know we may look like we’re calm,” Natasha chuckles, catching Y/n’s attention which makes her become nervous. “But I think I can confidently say for all of us we're freaking out inside--at least I know I am.” the pilot blushes, stunned to be talking to one of her favorite actresses of all time. The previous night she literally sat down to watch How to Get Away With Murder. Particularly the season Y/n was a recurring character on. 

The squad knew Mickey grew up in the same town as Y/n after he mentioned the high school he attended in Orange County. It had been the first time they hung out at his apartment where they saw his entire collection--and pretty much shrine--dedicated to his favorite franchises. Following Jake’s comment of Mickey’s little ‘crush’, the WSO casually said, “Yeah, you can say that. We actually went to high school together.” This was then followed by Mickey whipping out his sophomore year book to show proof. Ever since the squad was envious and sometimes tried to ask questions but were brushed off.

But to discover the two were married? Now that was unexpected.

Once everyone departed after several hours of giving detailed accounts of their lives--plus mentioning to Mickey a Pap had spotted her and the likelihood of the internet discovering their relationship--,Y/n let out a heavy breath, unable to fight the grin off her face. Giggling when Mickey gave her a look of ‘What did you think?’ “That was fun--Ah!.” A squeal escaped her as he picked her up, spinning them in a circle.

“Been wanting to do that since you walked through the door,” he brought her into a passionate kiss, setting her down but keeping their chests pressed together.

“Why didn’t you?” she teased, kissing him again while combing her fingers through his short hair. A blush rose on his cheeks.

“Wasn’t sure if you’d be okay with it.”

“I wouldn’t have minded,” she spoke with honesty, “but I understand. We were both surprised. I wasn’t expecting an audience--probably should’ve sent you a heads up.” Mickey shrugged, swaying them side to side.

“Honestly I’m glad you didn’t,” a light laugh escaped him, picturing his friends' faces once again. “If there was one way I was going to break the news to the squad that I'm married to the woman I keep dragging them to the movies to see, it would be like that.” 

Y/n broke into giggles, thinking to all those times Mickey sent her photos of him and his friends in the theater with captions like, ‘You already know what’s going down.’ ‘Jake and Javy are trying to bet who would pull you if they got the chance.’ ‘Wish you were here…so I could steal your sour patch kids.’ 

“Which, speaking of….” Mickey stepped back a bit, hands landing on her waist with eyes full of wonder and question. “How do you think we go from here? Now that the whole world is about to know about us?”

Y/n smiled brightly as she pictured the future. Moving her arms to wind around his neck, feeling her belly fill with warmth and happiness. 

“I think….it’s time we plan that wedding.” 

E! News reported that evening, “It looks like Bruce Wayne isn’t the only superhero who’s good at hiding information--tonight Golden Globe winning actress Y/n L/n has confirmed via Instagram her marriage to longtime partner, Naval Weapons Officer Lieutenant Mickey Garcia. Turns out the two have been in a relationship since they were teenagers--sixteen to be exact! They officially became a couple in 2005 as juniors in high school and have kept it hidden from the limelight. Wow! Talk about a well kept secret. 

“The news came following reports of Y/n spotted in San Diego several times outside of Garcia’s apartment complex. Photos then surfaced on Twitter of several occurrences where fans have speculated seeing the two in public. Cozying up at movie theaters, enjoying a weekend getaway to Hilton Head, and internet sleuths have even found an instagram account they believe is run by L/n strictly for close friends and family. Former classmates of the 30-year-old actress have come out saying they remember the two together like peas in a pod. We even have a photo someone shared of the young couple attending their high school prom. Y/n revealed in the summer of 2019 she’d been in a committed relationship, but has never given details until now.

“Y/n L/n first got her big break in Hollywood at eighteen years old when she was casted as heroine Jordyn Stark opposite Robert Downey Jr. in Iron Man. After years of small supporting roles and starring in popular commercials, the now critically acclaimed actress has appeared in several blockbuster films including Black Swan, Interstellar, La La Land and most recently Greta Gerwig’s Little Women. Besides Marvel, Y/n has been part of multi-billion dollar franchises--Men In Black, The Twilight Saga and The Hunger Games just to name a few. Then in 2016 she won the Golden Globe for Best Supporting Actress for her portrayal as DEA Agent Molly Coleman in Denis Villenueve’s Sicario. Coming down from the high of Marvel Studios record breaking release of Avengers: Endgame, Y/n recently wrapped on the upcoming sci-fi production of Dune--her fourth collaboration with Denis and has an ensemble cast with names like Timothee Chalamet, Zendaya, Rebecca Fergason, and Josh Brolin.

“In her instagram post--featuring several photographs of the couple over the years starting from when they were children to the most recent of their courthouse ceremony--Y/n thanked Mickey for his continued love and support of her, remaining her quote “cheerleader and shoulder to cry on as I progressed through this wild journey of playing dress up on the big screen. You never lost faith in me. You stood by my side, first as my best friend, then as my boyfriend, and now as my life partner. I am forever grateful for you, Mickey Garcia. And while the Navy may have given you the name, It’s an honor to be your reason to fanboy.”

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[the-kr8tor]

Can I request Hobie Brown to react to his shy gn crush accidentally sitting on his lap for your fluffy Friday?

Adorable! Thank you for requesting! ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw food mentions, love struck Hobie, spiderperson! Reader, FLUFF

It's Fluffy Friday! (For real this time lol)

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You're talking excitedly with Gwen, food tray in your hands, the Miguel burger sways slightly as you bounce on your feet. The can of soda clinks against the plastic tray.

"Oh! You should absolutely not skip season four even if it's dog shit." Walking backwards to face Gwen, she listens intently to your rambling. "How else are you gonna get the references they throw at you in later seasons?" You say with a cheery smile.

"Are you sure? You literally said it was shit" Gwen raises a brow questioningly.

"Duh! So you can compare how shitty it is to season 5" you turn harshly around, not looking where you're going.

"Shit! Watch out!—" Gwen tries to stop you, but it's too late. You hit a bystander waiting for their meal. You're one of the rare spider people who wasn't gifted with enhanced senses. Cursing at your crappy luck.

Your tray hits the poor guy who was unfortunate enough to be in your way. Pasta lands harshly on their red suit, coating it in bright yellow. The bun from the burger sticks to the spandex, replacing the spider logo to Miguel's mask design.

You crane your neck to apologize to the unusually tall Spider-Man, staring in horror at his scaly face, rows of sharp teeth bearing down at you as he growls angrily. His large shadow looms over you. The tray clunks loudly on the tiled floor, acting as a death bell for you.

"I'm so sorry!" You say weakly, trembling in your suit.

The T-rex steps towards you, footsteps rumbling like little earthquakes. You instinctively walk back, eyes trained on the dinosaur, ready to swing away in case he snaps his jaws at you.

"I'm sorry! I'll get it dry cleaned, please don't eat me–" something hits the back of your knees making you fall on something sturdy. "Oof" you let out, Your back hits someone's chest, strong hands over your waist, steadying you. Craning your neck to the left, you're face to face with someone familiar.

"Falling for me now huh, lovey?" Hobie's fave is mere inches away from yours, brown eyes staring at your flustered face.

"I-uh..hmm?" You could only manage to make noise, noticing how warm his palms are against the spandex of your suit.

Hobie smirks at your reaction, turning his head to address the T-rex that's been hunting you. "Hey big man, they said sorry already. We're on the same team, yeah?"

Spider-Rex huffs out, air coming out of his nose. He drops his head down to your height, you cling tighter on Hobie's torso, much to his satisfaction.

The dinosaur nudges your legs with his snout, as if to say: you owe me dry cleaning.

"Just send me the bill" you chuckle nervously.

Spider-rex huffs one more time, hot air hitting you and Hobie, you try to hide your face on his chest, not caring if the pins on his vest poke your skin. Hobie holds the side of your face, shielding you, his head lays on your temple, piercing cold on your skin.

"Alright! They got it!" Gwen steps in between you and your scaly friend, hands on her hips.

Spider-rex finally leaves, the floor shaking as he moves. Gwen clicks her tongue, tapping her foot in annoyance.

"Fuck, you okay?" Hobie ducks his head to meet your gaze. Fingers fixing your unruly brows that must've ruffled it when the dinosaur huffed and puffed. "He's all bark and no bite. Don't worry he doesn't eat fellow spider-people, usually" he says softly while he rubs your arms comfortably.

"Usually?" You ask in a small voice, slowly realizing you're sitting on his lap. Quite comfortably if you dare add.

He chuckles, "You planning on staying here? I don't mind" Hobie plays it off as he pokes your side.

"Right, sorry" practically jumping off his lap, feet landing back on solid ground, your shyness taking over. "Was I crushing you?" You ask softly.

"Nah," he reassures you. "Come sit down with me" Hobie scooches over, giving you space to sit right next to him.

Gwen drops her tray on the table, clicking her tongue. "I'll get something for you to eat, okay" she pats your shoulder. You nod appreciatively. "Play nice, Hobie" Gwen points an accusing finger at Hobie. "Be right back"

"I'm always nice, Gwendy" He raises his hands in surrender. Hobie notices your apprehension, he gestures for you to sit down across from him this time, as to not make you uncomfortable.

You bravely choose the seat next to him, surprising you both. He smiles when you slide next to him. Your spine is unnaturally straight, muscle tensed. Bashfulness at the forefront.

Hobie wants you to relax so he decides to wordlessly offer you his tray of food. "Wanna share mine?"

A soft smile curls around your lips, affection blooming in your chest. "You sure?"

"Yeah, only if it's with you" Hobie's eyes are soft, gazing at you longingly.

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[drjohndisco]

Title: When You Wish Upon a Star

Dynamic: Basil and Rogue

Warnings: Swearing, a minor doomsday (doctor who s2e13) reference, a singular shitty twilight (2007) reference, wish world (doctor who s2e8) spoilers, bad flirting.

Summary: As the realities begin to collapse Basil finds himself pulled somewhere he doesn't expect.

Notes: Full disclosure: I wrote this out of gay spite in my notes app over a week and finished it just before reality war aired (so, on the 31st May.) It may (or may not) make sense.

[Ao3 Link]

Watching despairingly as the image of The Doctor vanished, Rogue sighed deeply and ran a hand through his hair.

He hadn't even gotten to finish his sentence, the one thing he'd been wanting to say for months (years?), and now he was going to die here, exhausted and alone.

He never should have trusted that faulty dimensional window (or the half dead sun that the planet was stuck in a decaying orbit around.)

Fuck! I wish I had a way off this rock!

Suddenly -- as if the universe had heard his thoughts -- there was a flash of light and a figure fell from the sky in front of him.

.....Is that?

No, it couldn't be.

Could it?

'Ow! Sonofabitch that hurt!'

Well, that does sound like him. I'd never be able to mistake the accent for anything else.

(What is a New Zealand, anyway?)

'Basil? Is that you?’ Rogue asked, bemused.

‘Well, yeah, who else would I be?’ Basil muttered, picking himself up and brushing his clothes down.

Then -- as if he'd just been struck by the mavity of the situation (and who exactly he was speaking to) -- Basil blinked incredulously at him.

‘Rogue, I know you're an attractive man, but this is taking the meaning of 'hot' a bit too literally, isn't it?’

Is he… hitting on me?

Today sure is turning out to be something.

‘I-

‘Sorry! I didn’t mean to say that out loud.’ Basil apologized, mercifully interrupting whatever Rogue may have been about to say. ‘My brain’s still a bit messy from the jump. My words might be a bit everywhere for a while….. although, now that I've said that, I suppose that’s not different from usual at all. Oops.’

'How exactly did you get here?'

'You made a wish, didn't you?'

'Yes, but I don't see what that's got to do with anything?’

'I suppose I'm a wishing star, guiding light, whatever you prefer.....' Basil explained, shrugging. 'You called, and I came. I’m here to help!’

Confused by this, Rogue wrinkled his eyebrows. However, before he could ask Basil any clarifying questions, a loud screech rang out from somewhere nearby.

'I take it we should hurry?'

'Yeah, we don't have much time. Everything's falling to pieces.'

'That has been happening a lot today it seems.' Basil mused, before extending a hand to Rogue. 'May I?'

Rogue nodded, and took Basil's hand almost tentatively.

His hands are a lot colder than I thought they would be. I wonder why?

Then, unexpectedly, an electrical current passed through his fingertips.

'Ow!'

'Oops! Sorry about that.' Basil said, wincing. 'It was probably feedback from the dimensional shunt. Now, hold on tight, spider-monkey!'

'Huh?'

'Don't worry about it. Terrible pop culture reference.'

Then, with another flash and a small pop, they were gone -- leaving the slowly crumbling pocket dimension far behind.

[wiinnterfr0st]

I’ve been toying with the idea of a Thunderbolts* OC but it’s Tony Stark’s daughter and the idea of her being the newly appointed CEO of Stark Industries despite being a teenager still on top of being a hero.

I’ve dubbed her Little Stark since I don’t have a name, but she’s about seventeen and was blipped. She turned dark side, started to get more and more violent after her father’s passing; wandering like a phantom, lost in the wind and just going from case to case to solve crime vigilante style. (Morgan is Baby Stark.)

Just thinking about how all she’d want is her father back but instead, accidentally being spiritually adopted—lowkey against her will—by Bucky Barnes because he never got to apologize to Tony for killing Howard and Maria but he’d be damned if he let Little Stark die, it’s the least he could do for Tony.

Just thinking about how if anyone could do it, it’d be Little Stark who would figure out how to make a device to draw energy from the quantum realm to let Ava absorb from because she thinks Ava is funny and cool. Plus, science nerds; they probably share a lab and split it in half, always having some kind of music playing depending on who went in first. This, of course, also leads to one of the super soldiers having to convince them to leave but when they refuse (and violence was the very, utter last resort) they send in Bob who may or may not actually get them out of there so they send Yelena.

Or how Little Stark would be able to tell Yelena and Alexei all kinds of stories about Natasha because you know Tony let Natasha babysit and Nat wasn’t about to let this tiny genius be unable to defend herself from the outside world. (Plus it was funny to see her kick someone’s ass.)

Yelena would probably enjoy having a little sister, seeing it as a way to honor Natasha in protecting her own little gremlin. Natasha might’ve started to teach Little Stark Russian but had to stop when she went on the run so I’d like to think Yelena took over teaching her and in exchange, Little Stark taught her Italian.

Alexei would probably see Little Stark as another chance at having a daughter and probably refer to Bucky as well as himself as her ‘dads’ when she’s not around. He’d be the type of person to be so proud of her out of earshot but more hesitant to tell her to her face because he was a little afraid of being overbearing and truly rejected. Of losing her like he lost Natasha.

I think John would be almost as protective as Bucky over Little Stark, seeing her as just a kid and sometimes babying her which she hates with her entire being. The sarcasm and sass the two throw at each other is sometimes too much for the others to handle. (It’s worse when Bob joins in, usually because he’s bored and wants to feel included.)

Speaking of Bob, I think they’d have a sibling relationship but in the sense that they share one brain cell and usually neither of them have it. Bob probably hates labs since Malaysia but doesn’t mind sitting with Little Stark in her lab (the one her father used to work in with her by his side, because she was back in the place she grew up in even if it was altered) since it doesn’t feel like the other labs with how cozy she and Ava made it; he enjoys watching her work or just existing in the same room. He also probably goes with her impulsive ideas and that’s how they both lost their eyebrows for a bit which got them banned from the labs a bit; Bob also probably comes up with half of the impulsive ideas, if I’m being honest.

There were mixed reactions from Pepper, Happy, Rhodey and the remaining former Avengers but overall everyone was proud of Little Stark for paving her own path instead of becoming Iron Woman like everyone expected. Even Spider-Man who seems so familiar when they met but the more they patrol together, the more they seem to get closer to something like friends.

I dunno. The idea of a Thunderbolts with a Little Stark just seems to be scratching an itch in my head.

[narcissistshandler]

Thinkin abt spider noir alot.. idk if you'd write for him but if you do (i think he was on your character list?)

ftm reader with noir.. i feel like he'd be so gentle and caring unless its like been a stressful night, then he'd use your body to take out his stress ♡ perhaps :)

𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗢 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗟 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦

✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 male reader x spider noir (peter parker)

✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 afab!reader, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), folds/lips/pussy and such words used to describe/refer the reader's genitalia, pussy slapping (reader receiving), a bit of overstimulation at the end, a little bit of sub!reader but hinted at reader and noir being switches

✧ 𝖠/𝖭 I write to him don't worry ♡ sorry for the delay in the updates, the end of the year is always complicated for me and this has not yet been edited

Being with Noir meant among many things that he needed you. He had made the first move, shown interest in you and always treated you with a kindness and chivalry that sometimes you considered if you weren't having a dream - but when the kisses deepened, your breaths combined quickened and he asked you with his voice dripping desire 'if it was ok to go further', you know, no dream compared to reality.

He needed your company, your presence. You were the only one capable of making that rage that craved in his chest after a hard night, not devour him. It was okay, you liked these two different sides of him and it was great to be able to help him and have his complete and total trust, even when the consequences of being Noir's human stress ball were more physical than anything and most of the time, your night's sleep was completely wasted in favor of fulfilling your boyfriend's urges.

Marks were always left behind the next day, some so striking with the colors deepening or blood pooling on the surface that as if a valve had been turned, the causer of them all couldn't stop asking if you were all right and if he had hurt you. Bites so deep that the imprint of his teeth would be implanted in your skin for days on the inside of your thighs, extremely close to your sex, that always throbbed non-stop after how he touched you.

Apologies weren't necessary though, you always repeated it to him. You had liked it.

Even the way Noir opened the door gave him away. The heaviest steps. The heavy silence as he moved through the house, prowling around you again and again as if you were prey he was planning to pounce on.

Sitting on the couch in the living room, you waited, seeming to be watching the program that was playing on the television, even though your focus had already been diverted.

It took less time than usual, which said something about how Noir's night had gone. He dropped to his knees in front of you, blocking your line of vision, hat and mask discarded, but the rest of spider-man's costume kept and before you could feign irritation, he leaned in and kissed you. It was like he wanted to devour you, stop you from breathing and drown in you. There was no care or gentleness in the way he grabbed your hair and thrust his tongue into your mouth. He smelled of gunpowder and blood.

Foreplay was dropped, the usual patience with which he liked to take things and make it last, gone. You weren't complaining though.

The shorts and underwear you were wearing were pulled down your legs, the ripping sound of fabric seeming to ignite his hurried movements. The urgency with which he wanted you would never fail to turn you on, only you could get that kind of reaction from him.

Noir's slender fingers covered in black gloves grabbed your ankles, lifting your legs so that your feet were resting on the couch. Then his touch descended, fingers digging carelessly into your thighs as his thumbs pulled your folds open, exposing you completely with a methodicality that was almost cold, if not for the hunger in his eyes. Noir moved you like you were a rag doll, positioning you as he wanted.

The night air hit your warm, sensitive skin, still dry but already pulsing with anticipation.

The kiss was broken and you gasped for air, saliva running down your chin. Not a word was exchanged; the voices coming from the television dissolved into a background blur. He crouched down between your legs, eyes dark and heavy; hot breath reaching where you were most sensitive.

There was no teasing or slowing down. He ran his tongue between your folds, getting a taste, before burying himself between your thighs, sucking and licking you as if he needed you to survive.

The air caught in your chest and your legs twitched in his grip, moans and sighs starting to come out of your swollen lips from kisses.

Noir pulled back and before you could make any attempt to regain that stimulation, one of his hands left your leg and came down in a firm, painful slap against your sensitive clit.

Your entire body reacted to the pain, legs shooting together in a feeble attempt to stop the interested yet painful contracting of your stricken clitoris. Noir's control soon returned, spreading your legs apart once more and his tongue flicking against your clit, calming the pain that he himself caused — and that you allowed.

The pain is soon swallowed up by sweet pleasure. His eager mouth explored every inch of your wetness, tongue dancing along your sensitive folds, swirling around your throbbing clit, before sliding down and over the sensitive entrance, working its way inside, first superficially, just the wet tip venturing inside, then deeper, his nose slamming with such violence against your clit that it made your entire body shudder as he tried to press his tongue all the way inside you, licking your sensitive walls.

One of your hands shot into his disheveled hair and your hips rocked back against his mouth, pleasure burning through your veins with a burn that set your skin on fire, your heels digging into the couch for support, legs trembling beside his face.

Your body grew hot under Noir's ministrations, quickly getting wetter and wetter for him and you knew a wet spot would be left behind on the sofa beneath you. You opened your mouth, wanting to say something, anything to him, how good he was, how good he made you feel, that he would make you come soon; but only a breathy sigh sounded in the air joining the wet noise your pussy was making.

Rocking against his face, you dragged yourself against his tongue, which slid in a wet, messy line from your entrance to your clit. You could feel yourself leaking into his mouth and wetting his face, occasionally Noir's nose and chin dragging against your damp, sensitive skin.

Every suck, lick and sloppy kiss takes you higher and higher, pulse pounding in your ears, until you can practically taste the sweet release that hovers just in the back of your dry throat.

You come hard, the muscles in your legs clenching so hard it hurts, your free hand gripping the top of the sofa at your back. A loud moan left your mouth and your fingers tugged hard on Noir's hair, fighting the sensitivity as you continued to rock back against his tongue, extending the delicious orgasm.

Noir closed his full lips around your throbbing clit and sucked, a hint of teeth almost making you kick him if it weren't for his fingers digging into your thighs, preventing you from moving sharply as he drank every drop that came out of you.

You moaned in response, and tried to remind yourself that this was more about him than you — even if it was mostly about his mouth on you.

Just when the pleasure started to get painful, he pulled away and you allowed yourself to take a deep breath. Moisture wet the lower part of his face, Noir licked his lips, eyes fixed on your pulsing sex. One of his hands moved down the inside of your thighs and brushed one of your pussy lips away with his thumb, then reached in and spat.

The action was damn dirty. Your pussy throbbed in time with your stuttering heartbeat, and you both watched Noir's spit slide its way down between your folds, before it could spill out of you, two of his gloved fingers slid from your clit to your entrance, using his spit to ease penetration into your already wet and relaxed hole.

"We're not done yet." Noir finally spoke, his voice sounding low and husky, almost unfamiliar in your ears. As most times, he looked completely composed, even when he was kneeling on the living room floor, his hair disheveled, face wet with your fluids and the heavy black coat like a cape draped over his shoulders and crawling against the floor. One gloved hand digging into your left thigh as his dark eyes watched your hole open to accommodate the fingers of his other hand.

You gasp and whimper, toes curling into the fabric of the sofa as you feel the familiar, cold gloved fingers slip inside you, between your walls rippling with the aftershocks of pleasure. Your head falls back onto the sofa, limp hands finding each other clutching the fabric of the t-shirt you were still wearing, pleasure rippling through your head and overstimulation equal parts painful and blissful.

Subconsciously, your body wanted more and as much as you knew that night was far from over, the idea didn't displease you, you knew Noir needed it, he needed you and you needed him too.

"Yes," you agreed with a sigh, your tone full of erotic amusement. "Until you're tired, dear."

A shadow of a smile tugged at his lips, the first emotion other than irritation he'd shown since returning home. He kissed you, softly, totally contrary to how he pressed his fingers harder inside you, a third and fourth finger pressing against your entrance. Gunpowder, blood, musk and sweat hovering like a perfume around his shadowy figure.

"Do you want a toy? Want me to tie you up?" you questioned, panting against his lips. On nights like this, it wasn't just about Noir getting everything he could from you, it was also about needing you to take everything and then some more from him. "Or anything else? You can tell me."

Noir shook his head, the words still hard to get out. "Not now."

"Not now," you agreed and kissed him one more time, handing over complete control of the situation to him, for now at least.

[vinnyvamppp]

This is an old subject, not a negative one, but one some may disagree with. (Also, I wanna start writing for Marvel, chat, should I?)

Confession: I find Spider-Man PS4 Peter Parker, more attractive than his remastered counterpart. I could care less about the face change… BUT THAT PIXELATED MAN. When I think Spider-Man in fanfiction, it’s either him or Andrew Garfield’s version. Let me break it down:

He looks like an adult who’s been through it. OG Peter has that slightly tired—subtly weathered look like, “I’ve been Spider-Man for eight years, I’ve paid bills with loose change, I’ve fought Rhino on three hours of sleep, and I still text Aunt May back.”

He’s hot in the way comic Peter is supposed to be—a bit rough around the edges, soft when he smiles, and clearly aged by the burden of being everyone’s emotional support superhero.

He has the perfect puppy energy balanced with maturity. That original model has the ideal blend of earnestness and exhaustion. You look at him and think, “He’s sweet. He’s responsible. He could cry during a kiss.” He’s got that “please let me try and make you breakfast to apologize” vibe.

AND HE RESEMBLES CLASSIC COMIC PETER. Wider jaw, expressive eyes, that sad little half-smile? He looks like someone who’s spent years getting knocked down and still chooses to stand back up, not because he’s trying to be cute, but because it’s just who he is. That’s hot.

The remastered model isn’t ugly, okay? He just looks… too ideal. Too smooth—too young… too much Tom Holland mixed in with the latest reference. It’s a face that says, “I just got bit two weeks ago,” not “I’ve lived through multiple villain-induced breakdowns and might’ve had some bones rearranged.”

Now, why bring this up and tell everyone? I’m replaying the game— AND ITS SO HOT MY LEGS ARE SPREADING AAAAAUGHHHH. IDK IT DOES SOMETHING TO ME. Does anyone get me?

[nnnaaahhhiiiaaa]

My Girl Pt.1 - chae moo-shin

Summary | Yoon Eun-ji and her sister Eun-byeol have always been a problem for their strict father, who insists they study with private tutors at home. However, both reject that controlled life and, after an intense argument, decide to leave. Eun-byeol, the more reserved and rational of the two, finds unexpected motivation to attend school when she meets a shy teacher who sparks her curiosity and respect. Meanwhile, Eun-ji, rebellious and hard to impress, crosses paths with a mysterious, quiet boy with a shaved head who saves her from a group of bullies. Fascinated by his enigmatic presence and silent strength, Eun-ji becomes obsessed with him and decides to attend the same school just to find out who he really is.

Pairing | chae moo-shin x fem!oc (yoon eun-ji).

Genre | 2000s era, romance.

Warnings | fluff, romance, obsession.

Author's note | English is not my first language, so I apologize for any spelling mistakes.

“I don’t want to study anymore…” Eun-ji murmured, a pencil dangling from her mouth and her hand resting on her cheek, as she sighed dramatically, as if life were a heavy and boring drama.

The only thing she really wanted at that moment was to go shopping with her twin sister and their friends. But of course, their father had hired another one of those stupid private tutors who, unsurprisingly, were completely useless. They always did the same thing: she and her sister would come up with a plan to make the teacher leave the house without even realizing it.

That’s it!

A brilliant idea began to form in her mind, and a mischievous smile appeared on her face. She glanced discreetly at her sister, who seemed focused on what the teacher was writing, without paying him the slightest attention.

Eun-byeol instantly understood what her sister was planning. Her eyes slowly shifted toward her pet’s cage: a spider, her favorite for these kinds of situations. With an innocent smile, Eun-byeol nodded without the teacher noticing and, in an almost imperceptible whisper, asked if she could get up to grab something.

The man, suspecting nothing, agreed without asking questions. Eun-byeol calmly got up, walked to the cage, and with a steady hand took out the spider. Without wasting time, she placed it on the man’s neck, sliding it between the folds of his shirt. The creature, which had been calm in its cage, began to move nervously, and the teacher, feeling the tickle on his skin, reacted like a madman. He twisted and shook himself, trying to get rid of the spider which, unfortunately for him, couldn’t escape from his shirt.

The twins, unable to contain their laughter, burst out laughing, though they sometimes tried to stifle the sound so as not to raise suspicion. Every time they saw the man’s desperation, their laughter grew louder.

Finally, the teacher, defeated and completely out of his mind, ran to the door, slamming it shut behind him.

“That’s the best idea you’ve ever had, Jiji!” Eun-ji exclaimed, referring to her sister by her usual nickname as she held onto her to keep her from falling over from laughter.

But they quickly pulled themselves together when they heard their father’s voice from the hallway. The man was starting to complain, and the twins hurried to pretend they were looking for Eun-byeol’s pet. Kosun, the spider, had disappeared for a moment. The house, with its shared rooms by choice, was the perfect stage for a game of hide-and-seek.

“Where are you?” their father asked, looking around the room. Seeing the twins, he noticed something suspicious in their behavior.

“You said you don’t like looking ignorant,” said Eun-byeol, emerging slowly from under her sister’s bed with the cage in hand, as if nothing had happened.

Eun-ji, for her part, began to sing softly while “looking” for the spider: “Kosun, Kosun, mommy is looking for you. Come out, wherever you are…” as she wandered around the room, acting busy.

Their father sighed deeply, looking at his daughters with resignation.

“How many has it been now, huh? Do you know how expensive all those tutors are?” he complained, while watching the twins try to hide their laughter.

Eun-ji rolled her eyes, unable to help herself.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, young lady! Don’t you think you should at least get a high school diploma?”

“You did fine without one,” Eun-byeol replied, still holding the spider’s cage, as if nothing strange had happened.

Their father stared at them in disbelief.

“Are you planning to live like me, then?” he asked, a mix of confusion and concern in his voice.

“So what if we are? I’d love to be the head of a mafia,” said Eun-ji, bouncing and clapping enthusiastically, as if she’d already planned her future.

“I-I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with that, but…” their father stammered, visibly thrown by his daughters’ attitude.

“It doesn’t matter what anyone else says, we’re proud of you, daddy,” Eun-byeol continued, with the same calm smile, watching her sister bounce around.

“Okay.” The man laughed nervously at his daughters’ responses, running a hand over his neck. “Then go study abroad. I found a good school in the United States.”

“We heard there are no cute boys there,” Eun-ji said absentmindedly, playing with a strand of her hair while watching her sister keep “looking” for Kosun.

“Are you going to study abroad for the boys?”

“Mmh, yes.” she replied bluntly, flopping down on her soft bed with total disinterest.

The man blinked, incredulous.

“Then why did you leave the private school that was known specifically for being full of boys?”

“There were no teachers,” Eun-byeol replied without looking up, continuing her search as if she were saying something perfectly logical.

“And I followed her,” added Eun-ji with an innocent smile.

Their father frowned. She simply raised her hands in surrender, showing off her fingers adorned with multiple shiny rings.

“I wonder why you always follow her,” he said.

“I don’t follow her, I take care of her,” Eun-ji replied with conviction, resting her head on the pillow. “She’s my little sister. It’s my duty to protect her as the older sister.”

“By just twelve minutes…” Eun-byeol reminded her with a skeptical look.

“But I’m still the older sister,” Eun-ji replied with a teasing smile.

“That’s enough,” their father sighed, turning now to the younger one. “Eun-byeol, are you saying the students studied without teachers?”

“I mean they were all just sucking up to us,” she replied with annoyance, lifting her gaze to meet her father’s.

“I even kicked one in the face,” Eun-ji added proudly, puffing out her chest.

“Eun-ji…” her father gave her a disapproving look.

“Okaay.” She rolled her eyes.

“But come on, dad, how are we supposed to respect teachers if all they care about is money?” Eun-byeol let her shoulders drop, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

Eun-ji looked at her for a few seconds, then turned on the bed and trapped her in a tight hug, pulling her down with her onto the mattress until they were cheek to cheek.

“Forget about them, Byby. Those people suck.”

“In my day, we used to thank teachers for hitting us,” their father commented nostalgically, sinking into Eun-ji’s pink velvet chair.

“If there were a teacher brave enough to hit us, we’d probably study more,” Eun-ji said with a sly grin.

“I wouldn’t even care if the teacher’s grandpa came. If anyone dared touch my babies, I’d break both their legs,” their father declared seriously, crossing his arms.

Eun-ji jumped off the bed with a cheerful laugh and walked over to him, placing her hands on the arms of his chair.

“Overprotective parental units,” she joked sweetly, tilting her head. “Daddy, I’d love to see you do that, but… wouldn’t it look a little ridiculous at your age?”

“Ah, you’re right, Eun-ji,” her father sighed with mock resignation. “That’s why you girls should listen to your father and get married.”

“Ugh, not that again, dad!” Eun-ji frowned, crossing her arms. “I won’t marry unless it’s for love. Like you and mom.” Her expression softened as she remembered her parents’ story. It was like a movie: the bad boy and the good girl. So romantic—just the way she liked it.

“Argh… Do you want to run away from home again?” Eun-byeol interrupted, clearly fed up with the topic.

“If you went to all that trouble to run away, you shouldn’t have come back,” their father said with a sigh, looking at them tiredly.

“Fine,” Eun-byeol crossed her arms in frustration, pursing her lips into a stubborn pout. “If we do it again, we won’t come back.”

“You girls are so rude…” he muttered, running a hand over his face. “Anyway, from today on, you’ll be watched.”

“You mean punished,” Eun-ji corrected him with a cynical smile.

“Same thing!” he snapped. “If you don’t learn to listen to your dad…” Suddenly, his expression changed completely. “Wait… Where’s that spider? I’m going to kill it!”

Before the twins could react, he raised his golf club and struck the floor hard. A sharp thud echoed through the room. A chill ran down Eun-byeol’s spine when her gaze fell on the tiny body crushed beneath the blow.

“Hey, here it is,” her father muttered, still unaware of the horror on his daughters’ faces.

Eun-byeol stood completely still, her eyes wide open, her breath caught in her throat. Eun-ji, beside her, had opened her mouth in an attempt to say something, but no words came out.

“I-I’ll go buy you another one right now,” he said awkwardly, looking at Eun-byeol, who remained frozen. “And for you…” He turned to Eun-ji, forcing a nervous smile. “I’ll buy you a snake.”

But neither of them responded. They simply stood up with an unsettling coldness and left the room without a word, their footsteps echoing on the wooden floor.

Their father watched them go, his heart tightening a little as he saw their backs disappear through the door.

A second later, the sound of the front door slamming shut confirmed what he feared. They were gone. Where to? He had no idea.

Taglist: @jazorao @kemonomimichiru @dangerouswolfpalacelover @g1rlonth3intern3t

[multifariousqueer]

Miles G and Miles Morales Headcannons: Twin Edition

For reference: miles g will be called Milo

A/n: AHHHH ITS GOOD TO BE BACK BABES!!! Ik new fics And pt.2’s are Coming soon, works been a killer and I’ve been going through stuff but it’s good to be back writing for my boys. Requests are closed but opening up soon 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Warnings: none

Miles Morales:

Is like 4 inches taller but makes it feel like 4 feet

Nicer and a bit more approachable

Loves being in pictures and making funny faces

Dog person

Can’t cook for shit but tries so hard for his mom

They have their own little dates and things

His side of the room is a mess

I feel like he played an instrument in the past when he was a kid

Maybe Piano or guitar

He’s a loner by default but he would have more friends if he wasn’t so busy being Spider-Man

He def takes pictures of sunsets from the tips of buildings

Used to color code outfits with Milo but stopped when they were 12

Same with baths but they were 7 for that

His side of the room is disgusting. Like shit is crawling

There’s a single chair with all of his stuff on it

He brings Ganke over sometimes but Ganke took a stronger liking to Milo bc he’s chill

“Yeah man idk if i can come. Is Milo gonna be there?”

Milo doesn’t give a shit but secretly loves Gankes company

They chill and play video games

Miles is also better at video games than Milo

Whenever he gets stuck on a level, he hands the controller to him

He’s more affectionate than Milo

Will draw you and touch you more

Very smart but he has his moments

Definitely more book smart then Street smart

Doesn’t know basic things and code within the streets so sometimes Milo has to help him

Overall, he’s a sunflower child and we love him 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Milo Morales

Was def born First but is shorter than Miles and Miles makes fun of him for it

Plays basketball with Uncle Aaron sometimes and he’s pretty good at it

Played the violin or cello at some point in his life

“Don’t forget im older than you” “im sorry is someone speaking?”

Is more violent than Miles but it’s because he’s the Prowler

Takes more time for him to warm up to you but once he does, he’s stuck on you for life

Will spoil you with Gifts

Speaking of… him and Miles get into it regularly over it, when they fight physically they sometimes slip and use their real names

He’s a mamas boy FR. This man loves his mama

Will make fun of Miles for being a no sabes kid

Sometimes, him and Rio will speak in Spanish in front of Miles and he’ll just stare at them hoping to recognize a word

“Hey you said cabròn, i heard that!”

He’s more of a cat person then Miles

Yells at Miles for creasing his Jordan’s

“Nah homie, you gotta apologize to the J’s they didn’t deserve that”

Is a loner by choice whereas Miles is a loner by default

This man hasn’t smiled in YEARSSS

He hangs out with Uncle Aaron more than his dad

He seems like his side of the room would be cleaner than Miles

“Milo! Have you seen my- Oh Nevermind! I found it” “yeah”

Has an rbf but once you get to know him, hes kinda nice

Takes the pictures in the family

Learned to cook from his mom and regularly cooks with her while speaking Spanish

It’s so freaking cute oml. Like if there’s music playing, he will spin her to the music and everything and they will laugh

He’s not a snowbunny lol. He’s down with the brown

He seems like he wears 100 million cologne

Smells better and is more put together than Miles

Overall, he’s more razor sharp

More nonchalant

Definitely is a tad bit jealous that Miles is apart of a spider society

[nullicaput]

devil and eve. V

Pairing: Tom Marvolo Riddle x Reader, Voldemort x Reader

Tags: Fantasy AU, Nobility AU, Christian Themes, Supernatural and Paranormal Themes, Fairytale References, Horror, Sexism, Unnamed Minor Original Characters, Dark, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Slow Development, No Smut

Summary: When your father suddenly fell ill after attending a banquet, you fell into despair. Desperate to cure him, you signed a contract with a particular wizard.

Word Count: 3248

previous chapter.

There once lived a family that lived inside a tower, which they call their home. It was located somewhere near the sea, and before they had resided there, it was once a lighthouse. How they changed the tower to be livable, no one really knew. 

The family had a father, a son, and a daughter, but there is no mother. So, the daughter does all the work and household chores while his brother earned a barely livable income for the three of them. Her father remained in the tower with her, commanding her with countless, never-ending orders like he were a king. Everyday, she cleaned the house with a rag that looks almost similar to her gray, tattered dress. She cooked meals that were bland but were still edible. Every night, she washes the feet of her brother after he has come home. 

She was one obedient daughter, she really was. However, no obedience will stop the two men—barely—from treating her no better than they would with a rat. In all honesty, if anyone were to see her living condition, one would assume that even rats would be treated with more care than her. She was being hit with broom all the time, and she has been drowned in water filled with webs of spiders—murky—more than she was ever fed. She has heard every insult there is to describe a creature like her with no aptitude for their craft. 

She was a disgrace to their pure bloodline.

One day, when her brother has been injured after a squabble with someone from his job—it was his eighth one this month due to his violent tendencies—so she had no other choice but to look for a way to earn. They were already poverty-stricken; they could not afford to starve another night. 

She was sent out of the tower, dressed in a shirt two size bigger than her and her lank hair put up into a bun. She was carrying a basket of freshly harvested herbs from her garden at the foot of the tower, wishing that she could sell them before the sun dips down to the west side of the sky. 

Walking through unfamiliar stone paths, she navigated obliviously, using the wooden signages and nameplates of the stores as her guide. Fortunately, she was able to sell them. However, she did not know whether the payment form the store owner was the same as what her brother told her as price. 

Humming a tune, she strolled and enjoyed the warmth of the sun, which she rarely had the chance to feel. Preoccupied, she unknowingly took a different way, and she only noticed it when an aged voice called out to her. 

"Oh, young lass, you are not to cross that path." 

In a blink of an eye, an old man with a long, silkesque beard blocked her path. Through his cresent-shaped lenses, he peered down at her, which caused her to avert her eyes in shame. 

"I am—I am sorry," she apologized, stuttering in fear. 

She anticipated a hit, or at least a scolding, but the old man laughed. His chuckles were in no way demeaning. It sounded so kind and soft, something that her father's laughter were nothing of the sort. He reached out a hand to her—she flinched—and patted her head. The old man, being so tall compared to her hunching form, crouched to meet her eyes better. 

"That path connects to a place where we are not welcome," he said, "yet." 

Before she could even ask what he meant, he vanished. 

Seeing the sun starting to set, she clutched her pouch, which contained the money, and sprinted back to the tower. When she returned, she gave everything to her father, yet to her surprise, she was berated for coming home so late. As expected, however, she was told to do the chores still. 

She tried to figure out who the old man could be, but her limited knowledge of the people who lived at the city stopped her from knowing. 

Every single day that her brother stayed incapable to work, she sold herbs of different kind to different stores. She tried to keep that path out of her mind, but only became more and more tempted.

Even after nights and nights of being unable to sleep due to the countess' death transpiring right before your eyes, sleep has never visited you. Tossing and turning, you did, yet nothing worked, not even the tea that would usually help. To make matters worse, the man who you wished not to see anymore has sent you a letter. 

"You seem...bothered," Sir Riddle said. 

Peeling your eyes from the letter, you briefly glanced at him as he sat across from you in your parlor room. While you reread the letter for several times, the neutrality of your face broke into a frown. 

"It was a noble asking me to attend his wife's funeral."

"He was that noble you visited last time, was he not?" he asked despite not needing your answer. "You do not appear exactly willing. Are you afraid of him?" 

"No," you denied, "I am more afraid of what would happen if I were to step foot to his residence again—or step foot near him, honestly." 

"Why not bring a knight with you?" He took the teapot from the table and reheat the liquid inside. "You had two tailing your carriage every time you go somewhere." 

"The danger I am talking about is no tangible one."

An intangible threat, huh? 

"Bring me with you."

He poured himself tea and tapped his cup. Immediately, the chamomile tea turned blue, and you smelled of butterfly pea. 

"You are no servant of mine, Sir." You shook your head. "They would immediately speculate you as my lover if you were to be seen with me." 

In a split second—no, a millisecond—his face showed a flicker of disgust. 

"Nobles and their needless gossips."

You were not quite sure if that disgust was for the rumor or the idea itself of him being your lover. 

"It is natural to happen," you tutted. "I am unmarried." 

Who were you kidding? Married or not, rumors of you having lovers would happen either way. 

"Inviting you for a funeral," he trailed off. 

"Is there a problem?" 

"Who in their right mind would invite someone to go to a funeral? I am no noble, but I know that that is unheard of."

"The earl...interests himself with me."

"How so?"

When you emptied your cup, he refilled it. He made no move to modify your tea, which you appreciated. 

"He has been that way ever since we were children," you explained. "His infatuation for me used to be innocent. I could not say the same now."

His lips tugged downward into a very subtle, almost imperceptible frown, yet your eyes were quick to catch it. 

"You make it sound as if he desire you so much."

His comment felt like he really does not believe that a lady like you would be wanted, did it not? 

"No, no, no." You yawned, feeling effects of your tea, which was strange because it did not affect you that way before. "What I meant was, even though he still likes me romantically, I am quite certain that he desires the position of being my husband more than anything else. And he would do enything and everything to have it. In contradiction to their beliefs, men are simple creatures."

Washing your mouth with tea, you added, "They desire power, wealth, influence, and a woman—or women—they can control. No matter how daft they think women are, we know their ambitions really well. How could we not? It was taught to us since the day we met are etiquette teachers.

It was said in the Bible that man and woman are to walk alongside each other, and yet, those who claim to be devout of Him are the ones who are notoriously disobeying him by twisting the words to fit their objectives. Men just love that control, and they would rather die than lose it. 

"You are rather opinionated." 

"Tell me something I do not know." You raised an eyebrow. "Having opinions is a privilege only I have. Unfortunately."

You sighed, feeling terrible yet indecisive.

"I do not think I am in the right condition to leave this house," you said, feeling extremely fatigued due to lack of sleep. "Still, it would be unkind of me not to show myself there tomorrow."

"You sound as though you were afraid of displeasing the masses." 

"I am. Somewhat. I am still a woman who needs to keep up a face, after all."

You blinked several times, and your head bobbed. You felt your lids becoming heavier and heavier, and so was your head.

"Sir Riddle, what have you done?"

Your head fell onto the headrest of the couch, and when you tried to lift it up, it only became denser. You heard a muffled series of deliberate footsteps, and soon enough, you saw him looking down at you. He touched your face, and the interior of the parlor room changed. Your seat became far softer, and your neck felt a familiar sensation under it—your pillow. 

You were in your room. With him—a male. 

"Nothing serious. I figured you needed sleep."

"Grant us, with all who have died in the hope of resurrection, to have our consummation and bliss in thy eternal and everlasting glory, and with the blessed Virgin Mary and all thy saints, to receive the crown of life which thou dost promise to all who share in the victory of thy Son Jesus Christ; who lives and reigns with thee in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever."

The church was barely filled with people; it was more than apparent that the countess never had many who would spend a few hours listening to the priest pray for her soul to reach the heaven. She was not a very prominent figure during banquets and balls, and it was such a pity that it can be observed rather easily at a time like this. 

"Amen," everyone, except for Riddle, said in chorus. 

"We commend unto thy hands of mercy, most merciful Father, the soul of our sister departed, and we commit her body to the ground, earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. And we beseech thine infinite goodness to give us grace to live in your fear and love and to die in your favor, that when the judgment shall come which you had committed to your well‐beloved Son, both this, our sister and we may be found acceptable in your sight."

The mass continued, but you could concentrate to anything except Riddle, who was beside you. 

Normally, men and women would be seated separatedly, but since you were the highest benefactor of the church—and the only niece of your uncle, a high-ranking priest—you were seen as an exception. The only reason why the others are stealing glances at you was because Riddle was an unknown man. He was no noble man, albeit looking like one and wearing a set of attire only one be allowed and capable to wear. 

As the mass proceeded to the gravesite, your brain turned the priest's prayers into white noise, incomprehensible.

Since morning, you noticed that he paid more attention to you than usual. Even when you told him to stay at the estate, he did not follow your words and followed you inside the carriage. Fortunately for him, the head maid was away to visit her family back home. If she were to be there and saw him share a carriage with you, not only would he be shamed for his audacity, you would also be berated for your unlady-like behavior of letting Sir Riddle sit with you. 

Seriously, one day. One day, you would fire that old lady. Just she wait. 

"Wash her, we pray to you, in the blood of that immaculate lamb that was slain to take away the sins of the world; that, what so ever defilements she may have contracted in the midst of this earthly life being purged and done away, she may be presented pure and without spot before thee; through the merits of Jesus Christ thine only Son our Lord. Amen."

The priest sprinkled holy water onto the grave and the coffin. Collective sniffles and sobs erupted from the baron's daughters and sons, but their father shushed them.

"Rest eternal grant unto them, O Lord: and let light perpetual shine upon them." 

"Amen," Riddle whispered, which made you open your eyes and turn your head at him in surprise. 

When you did, you learned that he was gazing at you all this time.

"You are not to say that," you reminded him. "Not when you do not even believe it." 

"I merely wished to say it. Perhaps I would finally understand why you do religion if I could feel it myself." 

"How open-minded," you derided. 

Cries from the family of origin of the dead ripped through the silence.

It made you feel dejected, but most importantly, it made you feel guilty. They possibly did not know how their youngest daughter died, or how she was before her spine broke in half that caused her her death. The earl undoubtedly kept this a secret, and you could not even say anything to them about it.

The gravediggers of the church started shoveling dirt to cover the coffin. 

"Why is she getting buried here?" your companion curiously asked. "Should she not be in her husband's property?" 

"She should, but if the husband wants her not, then he could ask the church to have her body be settled here." You pulled out your handkerchief, finding the absence of your handmaiden rather troublesome. "In the eyes of others, the husband may seem religious and whatnot, but to us who know their situation, we are well aware that the earl never harbored any positive feelings for his wife."

After the countess has been covered with and completely, you watched the earl made his way toward you instead of his wife's family. You looked away, an unspoken message that you did not want to converse with him. This message, however, was not received, and the earl, who looked too well-rested for a recently widowed man, continued marching. 

"Your grace," he said, "the man, he is not a knight, is he?" 

"Pardon me?" 

"Him," he pertained to Sir Riddle without even bothering to glance at the latter. "Who is he to you?" 

"Who he is to me is none of your concern."

"Your grace, please."

"I have attended the countess' funeral out of respect for her. As her husband, should you not have much greater respect for your wife's passing?" You scanned his face. "For a new widow, you sure are not mourning enough."

"You know that I never wanted to marry her," he whispered. "She was bearing a male servant's child so her family needed way to avoid shame."

You were not surprised to hear that. You were surprised that he knew that.

He tried to reach your hand, but you hid both behind your back. You took a glance at the countess' father, who was still standing close to the freshly covered grave, and you noticed his confusion. He was undoubtedly bemused about who you were and your possible connection to his son-in-law. 

"Sometimes our wants are never fulfilled. Sometimes, we just die wishing." You turned away, not even bidding farewell. "Do not drag me with your incapability to get over reality."

"You are upset."

Inside the carriage, you leaned onto the coach body while you let your distress out of your system. You closed your eyes, not wanting to see Riddle's face in the meantime. You wished it was your handmaiden who was with you. She would be a great outlet to your frustrations. 

Now that you remembered. How did he even manage to convince her to let him come with you in her stead? That woman was strict, and to think that Riddle was here with you—how strange.

"You just adore pointing out the obvious, do you not?"

The spark that you showed him back in the estate last night was now gone, replaced by that familiar expression he could not possibly describe using one word. Once again, you looked like you were carrying the weight of the whole world upon your back.

"Why are you feeling disheartened? It is not about the countess or the earl, no?"

No, it was not. 

Trivial things like that could never affect you—you would never let that affect yourself. Something else ran in your mind, and you could not put it into a halt. 

"The sight of a casket being covered with soil—I am afraid I have unconsciously thought it was my father's."

"He would not die." 

"He will." 

"Yes, but not soon."

You did not say anything to counter his words.

"I wish that he would finally wake up," you muttered instead. "However, even then, there is still a risk that he would marry me off to someone as soon as he has risen."

The carriage shook slightly, and you focused your mind to the sound of the horse's shoed hooves making a steady rhythm of 'clip-clop'. 

"You love him," he exclaimed out of the blue. 

You tittered without any ounce of humor. You found his sentence ironic, if anything. 

"Love is a very broad term, I fear. I am not that of a fillially pious daughter that I could claim to love him." With your eyes still shut, you reminisced. "Even when I appeared to be exactly like him, I do not think I could ever say that I loved him." 

"We are the same. My mother cherished me so much due to it," he confessed, which made you open your eyes in shock at the sudden honesty. 

How you wished your father did the same. Perhaps if you were born a male, he would be proud that you shared his face. 

"You are beautiful," you agreed. "Objectively."

Your uncle used to tell you that Lucifer was once a beautiful—ethereal, breath-taking—angel. However, his greed has consumed him, and when God asked him to lower his pride, he outright refused and let his wrath lead him. In his envy, he turned his back to The Creator, causing him to be cast out of heaven. 

Looking at Riddle, you wondered if he was ever casted out of the place he once considered as home, and if he was, was it due to his own greed?

"Oh?"

You could almost see a faint glint in his eyes; you were certain it was not out of genuine gratefulness that you find him gorgeous. You believed that it was out of amusement that a woman like you, stern and seemingly incapable of romance, was not immune to his superficial gifts. 

"But being a beautiful noble could only get you so far," you said. "The world of aristocrats is a world where you need to utilize everything you can to remain on top. Even those who are of a higher standing can still be outshone by lower families as long as they are charismatic enough." 

"You do not seem affected by that, though." 

"Of course, I am not." You inhaled the enclosed air, catching the fragrance of what you think was sir Riddle's perfume. "I am the daughter of the duke."

next chapter.

[lostcauses-noregrets]

By Rafael Motamayor, New York Times, Nov. 5, 2023

On Saturday, the final episode of the anime adaptation of Hajime Isayama’s “Attack on Titan” premiered on Crunchyroll and Hulu, ending an epic tale that started back in 2013.

Like the manga, which ran from 2009 to 2021, the anime was an instant hit, becoming one of the defining shows of the modern anime era, with spinoffs, live-action and video game adaptations, and even a comic book crossover with Marvel’s “Spider-Man” and “Avengers” titles.

Since the fourth and final season started airing in 2020, “Attack on Titan” has been one of the most popular shows on the internet — episodes have routinely trended on social media, streaming servers have occasionally crashed, the opening theme song became a rare anime song to hit the U.S. Billboard charts. Parrot Analytics said it was the most “in-demand” show in the world in 2021, a metric based on analysis of streaming, social media, search and other online behaviors. The manga has continued to be popular as well, selling over 120 million copies worldwide, and several of the published volumes have charted on the New York Times graphic novels and manga best-seller list.

What started as a thrilling yet relatively simple tale of a young boy seeking revenge against the giant humanoid monsters that ate his mother quickly evolved into a thought-provoking war epic. The tonal shift in “Attack on Titan” also came with one of the biggest heel-turns in modern anime, with the protagonist, Eren Jaeger, devolving into a radicalized monster threatening worldwide genocide.

Since the manga ended in 2021, there has been plenty of speculation and debate over Eren’s antagonistic turn and what the story’s ending means. Ahead of the release of the final episode, the manga creator Hajime Isayama, speaking through an interpreter, David Higbee, talks about the restrictive nature of writing and the story’s dark ending. These are edited excerpts from the interview.

The manga ended a couple of years ago, and the anime is just finishing now. How do you feel about the story coming to an end?

For this anime to be made and for that to go beyond the borders of Japan and to reach a worldwide audience is something that’s been a very happy occurrence for me. In a sense, “Attack on Titan” has connected me to the world, and that’s something that I’m very glad happened.

How much of the ending from the manga did you have in mind when you first began writing “Attack on Titan”? And how much did it change along the way?

That was pretty much there from the beginning, the story that starts with the victim who then goes through this story and becomes the aggressor. That is something I had in mind right from the get-go. Along the way, certain aspects of the story didn’t go as expected, and I adapted and fleshed out certain aspects. But I would say the ending of the story didn’t change much

There’s a much-talked-about scene where Armin, who is struggling with Eren’s turn into a mass murderer, seems to thank him for his actions. Can you talk about the meaning behind that conversation?

My thinking there wasn’t really that Armin was trying to push Eren away for the sake of justice or whatnot. It was more that he wanted to, in a sense, take joint responsibility. He wanted to become an accomplice. In order to become an accomplice, Armin had to make sure that he used very strong wording so that he could take those sins upon himself. And so that was the intent behind it.

You have a scene where Eren apologizes to a kid for the carnage he’s going to commit and says he was disappointed in the world he saw beyond the walls. What does that say about his motivation?

I think that refers to the fact that Eren was dreaming of going to this world outside of the walls where there was nobody and there was nothing. There was an excitement about this world that was just empty, a clean slate. I don’t really know whether that’s a good or a bad thing, and I don’t really know why that was the ideal that I set up for Eren as a part of this story. But what I can say is that, when he does get across the wall at that point, he says he sees that the world is really not that different from what’s within the walls in the world that he already knows. I believe that’s probably the disappointment that I’m referring to in that specific scene.

Eren says in the final episode of the anime that he had no choice but to follow the future that he saw, that he was powerless against the powers of the Founding Titan. Armin even asks if he’s really free. Was he telling the truth or do you see this as him telling an excuse?

So the truth is the situation with Eren actually overlaps in a certain sense with my own story with this manga. When I first started this series, I was worried that it would probably be canceled. It was a work that no one knew about. But I had already started the story with the ending in mind. And the story ended up being read and watched by an incredible number of people, and it led to me being given a huge power that I didn’t quite feel comfortable with.

It would have been nice if I could have changed the ending. Writing manga is supposed to be freeing. But if I was completely free, then I should have been able to change the ending. I could have changed it and said I wanted to go in a different direction. But the fact is that I was tied down to what I had originally envisioned when I was young. And so, manga became a very restrictive art form for me, similar to how the massive powers that Eren acquired ended up restricting him.

You have been involved in the anime production for a little while, supervising the adaptation’s storyboards, and have been known for asking for changes to the story in the adaptation. Did you personally ask for anything for the final episode?

Yes. Absolutely. I checked the script, but the main thing was the storyboards. There were different things I suggested. When it comes down to it, it’s really the role of the production to make those decisions. But I wanted to at least give my input so that they could take those into account when they were making the final decisions.

The manga ends with you showing the future of Paradis and sort of the cycle of war continuing. Is there no end to the conflict and the cycle you present in the story?

I guess there could have been an ending where it was a happy ending and the war ended and everything was fine and dandy. I guess that could have been possible. At the same time, the end of fighting and the end of contention itself kind of seems hokey. It kind of seems like it’s not even believable. It’s just not plausible in the world we’re living in right now. And so, sadly, I had to give up on that kind of happy ending.

[New York Times, 5 November 2023]

[kairiscorner]

now what if

miguel x filipino reader (silly and soft hcs!!)

• he'd have little problems understanding you, same with miles, in the previous x filipino reader, he'd understand the shared words tagalog and spanish have.

• involuntarily, i think mans would full on speak spanish if he hears you use just enough shared words to get him expressing his thoughts in spanish.

• "beh, asan yung sapatos ko? hala ba't malapit sa bintana, okay, ah, bibili ako ng leche flan, gusto mo ba?"

• "oh, claro, seguro que me gustaría un poco."

• "ano, ah, okay"

• you two would kinda just get by picking up random tidbits of spanish and tagalog, BUT YOU CANNOT DENY THAT YOU FALL APART WHEN HE SPEAKS SPANISH; HIS VOICE >>>>>>

• he'd also fear the slipper.

• you joke that if another spider person came crawling to you, crying because he yelled at them, you threatened to throw your own slippers in his face; you refused to let him just get angry whenever things didn't go his way.

• "isa pa, sinasabi ko talaga sayo, TSITSINELASIN KITA SA MUKHA, WAG MO KONG SUBUKAN"

• "PLEASE, I'M SORRY, PUT THE DAMN SLIPPER DOWN, QUERIDA"

• he got less angry at the spider people when you threatened him, he became more patient and understanding because of your guidance, too.

• you taught him to use "po" and "opo" when addressing his elders, especially towards your parents when he met them. he was initially confused as to why you used it on him when you two were practically the same age, but when you explained it was just your habit, he didn't ask anymore. in fact, he kinda found it endearing.

• when he learned how "ate" (ah-teh) and "kuya" were used, he called you that for a while until you told him you didn't want him to call you that and just refer to you by name.

• "ate/kuya, what's the update?", "ate/kuya, your report?", "ate/kuya, i want some, what was it? ah, ate/kuya, i want some tinapay (bread)"

• but when he learned about filipino pet names......... he used them TO THE MAX.

• he calls you, "mahal", "beh", and the..... "bebe labs" (cries) he used the "bebe labs" one because you kept using it for him.

• "bebe labs, what's for dinner?" now that was the first and last time he ever called you that. yes, lyla and you have a recording of that, it's your ringtone.

• your song with him is "panalangin" by apo hiking society, change my mind.

• he doesn't seem too interested in teleseryes, what with his hardass and stern look, but when he caught you watching one at home at night when he came back, he found himself sitting down with you and making commentary about the antagonistic bitches and how it'd be so satisfying for them to receive karma, tearing about a character's death, and clicking his tongue as he says, "i fucking knew they were gonna cheat/weren't dead/that character was the parent"

• he'd make an effort to learn tagalog and/or your local dialect for you, especially if you were more fluent in that than in english. he also wanted you to feel that he valued your culture and your roots, just as much as he valued his own.

• HE LOVES THE CHICKENJOY IN JOLLIBEE 🫂🫂🫂

• if you two ever got into an argument, he'd buy you jollibee as an apology and say he was really sorry and that the whole argument was stupid, he shouldn't have said/done what he said or did.

• MIGGY IN A BARONG TAGALOG >>>>>>

• he blushes when you call him "guapo/gwapo", you do it all the time :> he calls you "maganda" and "mahal ko" regardless of your gender <333

[petervintonjr]

Chime in here, men. And I DO mean, men.

Coming out of my extremely-prolonged social media silence here to address my fellow men, here. This public post is aimed at anyone and everyone who identifies as a man, uses masculine pronouns. 'Cause, fair or unfair, there's a bit of a societal responsibility that comes with that designation.

Gentlemen, the Guys With Microphones (and their popular YouTube channels and their rural radio stations) kinda won the day, here. Their arrogance and their swagger and their braying about being "the real victims here" really resonated with a LOT of people, it seems. 50-year old incels who constantly post lengthy "coaching" screeds about why Real Men(TM) should only date teenage girls (and shouldn't use birth control), are feeling extremely validated. They've been creating an absolute din and they're only going to be emboldened to get even louder and more dangerous.

WE have a responsibility to stop this unleashed misogyny. And no, I don't mean grab our always-at-the-ready pitchforks and torches and go administer some righteous mob justice. That's too easy. I mean detecting this incel/abusive behaviour EARLY from our fellow males, and challenging it. Right then and there. Regardless of who he is or his perceived status or if other guys in earshot are cheering him on. THAT's the scarier part, the part of the task that's going to require some actual courage. It's one thing to pile onto an anonymous comment thread that's making fun of some self-declared "alpha" loser with pimples and a MAGA hat. It's quite another to firmly call out that affable co-worker that everyone likes, or Director Bob, or Pastor Jim. Or Athlete Stu or Officer Brett or good old Veteran Mike. Or Landlord Hal.

Or CEO Charlie.

But that IS our responsibility. Keep your eyes and ears open and SHUT THAT S**T DOWN. Decisively. A look of disgust and an unmistakable "Dude, did you REALLY just say that? What are you, five?" challenge. Or a clear-as-vodka "Not cool, man. You sound like a freakin' pedo, what's wrong with you?" Or a revolted "Christ, do you talk like that in front of your customers? I'm surprised you still have any." Or just plain "You talk about other people's genitals a LOT, like, a WHOLE lot, do you know that?" Play the 'ol public embarrassment card ...knowing full well it may swiftly reverse-Uno back on your gallant well-intentioned ass and leave you standing alone in a roomful of self-righteously angry dudes whose confidence just got pricked. Actions such as these DO paint a target upon one's back.

And oh yeah, don't expect thanks or praise from any of the women in your life; there's a very good reason most of them have by now cheerfully chosen the bear. (And don't pretend you don't know what I'm referring to, there.) Stop this threat BEFORE it turns into a crime and just accept that as its own reward. Suffocate these predators in their crib, so to speak, even if you're the only one that knows anything was even done. That gushy "How can I EVER repay you?" fictional trope is just that: fiction. (If we MUST invoke fiction, then at the very least be like Doctor Who or Spider-Man: save the day and clear out.)

So to restate the premise: I need to hear from my fellow men, here. The ones the media is falling all over themselves to apologize and pander to for "neglecting" and "marginalizing." All of the women in my orbit have already made their thoughts ABUNDANTLY clear about all of this; they are now taking the next appropriate steps, and they are 100% right to do so. Leave them be; they've enough to deal with. I'm interested to know what YOU are going to do, in your societal role as men, to help in all of this.

[themythicsages]

A more properly structured roleplay request, updated to suit current interests.

Doubles as a profile introduction

What's up Tumblr? As you might have been able to tell through my recent reposts, few analysis posts I've written, and the new aesthetic, things have shifted somewhat in terms of where my interests and musings currently lie as opposed to when I first revitalized this account to start being active again. This of course means that my first request blog may be a little outdated, so I'm going to remake it. Quick disclaimer, this request will be Marvel and Kingdom Hearts centric. While you could ask about any fandoms or ships from my old post, I can't guarantee I'll be as interested as I once was. This does not mean that old roleplays with excluded fandoms will suddenly die off, it just means that I likely won't be accepting anything new from those fandoms outside of special cases.

Before we get to the muses and ships, why don't we hear a little about the mun itself? My name is Devin–though some people call me Somnus or Sage–, I'm a gay ace trans male and my pronouns are he/they/it. I'm 21, turning 22 this August, and I've been roleplaying for about ten years. I live in The States(may the gods spare me) with my time zone being EST. Sharing timezones isn't required to roleplay with me, but it does help with scheduling conflicts just a smidge. I'm more of a listener than I am a yapper when it comes to conversation, so while I may not contribute much, don't be afraid to talk if you need it!

With the preface out of the way, the new ad will be right under the cut.

Alright. Before we move onto the fandoms, let's lay out some ground rules. First and foremost, I need potential partners to be 18 or older. Even without explicit moments, I'm just not comfortable talking with minors who I don't already know. I usually write around 3 to 5 paragraphs per response, but I can adapt to anything from one liners all the way to multi message responses depending on what I get from my partners. I only roleplay on discord and tend to use servers for the sake of organization. Dice maiden is preferred but not necessary. My schedule tends to be all over the place, but I'm usually available early mornings(8 am - 10am EST) and late nights(8-pm - 12am EST) because of work and the need to sleep. If you're alright with getting replies around those times, then I'm all ears. And above all else, just be respectful.

Now, onto the muses!

Marvel

Super quick disclaimer: I am mostly an MCU, X-MCU, and Marvel games(Like Insom for Spidey, the Lego games for everyone else, and Rivals) kind of guy, and I'm still getting caught up with the comics and animated shows. My portrayals are therefore heavily spliced between the movies and the games, and at the same time there may be some references that I need refreshing on. I apologize in advance if I get a few things wrong.

Anthony "Tony" Edward Stark

IronShield/Stony (Romantic. Constant hyperfixation)

Pepperony (Romantic. More MCU centric. Add in Morgan for a full domestic family plot and my life is yours.)

Science Bros (Romantic.)

WinterIron (Romantic or Platonic.)

Stuckony (Romantic. Would have to be gc.)

Irondad and Spider-son (Obvs platonic, and more MCU centric.)

Stony Superfamily (A mix of Stony and Irondad/Spider-Son. More MCU Centric. Could be a gc, but I can be both Peter and Tony for one on ones if need be.)

Domestic OG Avengers (Begging on my hands and knees even though I know this would have to be a gc. They all deserve a break, man.)

Feel free to ask about any I may have missed, or that you may be curious about! Chances are, I'll say yes. Keep in mind that I hc Tony as trans in pretty much every universe. If that doesn't sit well with you then I'm not the one for you.

Peter Benjamin Parker

Disclaimer: In pretty much all scenarios, my Peter is assumed to be around college age(early 20s), and depending on continuity is either currently in college or doing internships. Unless specified, assume a mix of insom and mcu for backstory and personality.

Spideytorch (Romantic. Would sell soul for good Johnny to write with. Assume mix of insom and comics. Current hyperfixation.)

Spideypool (Romantic)

Parksborn (Romantic or Platonic)

PeterMJ (Romantic)

Parksbornson (romantic, obvs gc, likely insom)

PeterChelle (Romantic, MCU centric obviously)

Irondad and Spider-son (Obvs platonic, more MCU centric)

Stony Superfamily (see above in Tony's section.)

Spiderbros/Peter + Miles (Strictly platonic.)

Ask about any other pairs you'd like to do that I may have left out! Chances are I'll say yes, unless it's just incredibly strange. Also keep in mind, I hc Peter as trans in most universes. If that doesn't sit well with you then I'm not the one for you babes.

Loki Laufeyson

Lokius (Romantic.)

ScarletFrost/WandaLoki (Romantic.)

WinterFrost/BuckyLoki (Romantic. Yes crack, but I can go into so much detail about what I see there.)

Brodinsons (Strictly Platonic.)

Loki + Frigga (Little Mama's child... platonic of course.)

Domestic OG Avengers (Would have to be gc of course, but still.)

Feel free to ask on any others, as the only ships I refuse to do are sylvoki, thorki, and any others that border on selfcest or incest. They're weird, and you'd be weird for suggesting them.

James "Bucky" Buchanan Barnes

Sambucky/WinterFalcon (Romantic. Would sell soul for more Sams. Current hyperfix.)

WinterHawk (Romantic.)

Stucky (Romantic.)

WinterFrost/BuckyLoki (Romantic)

WinterIron (Romantic or Platonic)

Stuckony (Romantic. Would have to be a gc.)

Domestic OG Avengers (Would have to be gc of course, but still.)

Domestic New Avengers (obvious other gc)

Feel free to ask about any ships I may have missed, but be warned I'm more likely to accept queer ships with him since I personally hc Bucky as gay cupio. Also under no circumstances will I roleplay winteragent unless it's platonic and tied under Domestic NA. I just don't see it at all guys.

Robert "Bob" Reynolds

Domestic New Avengers (obvs gc but cmon)

SentryAgent (Either romantic or platonic tbh. Current fix)

Boblena (Likely queerplatonic.)

GoldenWings (Either romantic or platonic. Crackship who?)

ShadowTorch (Other crackship who?)

Feel free to toss your pairs my way. Chances are I won't necessarily say no. Also keep in mind, I kind of hc this man as trans. If you don't like that then I'm not the one for you babes.

Kingdom Hearts

Riku

Soriku (Romantic. I miss them so much guys...)

Riku + Kairi (Purely platonic. Just let them chill together, y'know?)

Riku + Terra (Purely Platonic. Family vibes.)

Riku + Sephiroth (The unofficial father/son duo ever)

Destiny Trio (Likely platonic, unless we go the 'Sora is dating both Kairi and Riku, but Riku and Kairi aren't dating each other' route. Would have to be a gc.)

Offer up your ships if you've got them, just know that I hc this boy as gay and deeply closeted, so any het ships would have to be platonic.

Roxas

Roxner (Romantic or Platonic)

AkuRoku (Romantic or Platonic)

VanRoku (Romantic or Platonic)

VanVen (Romantic or Platonic)

RokuNami (Romantic or Platonic)

Sora + Roxas (Purely platonic, simply because I see them having more of a sibling dynamic)

Xion + Roxas (Purely platonic because I see them having more of a sibling dynamic)

Twilight Squad (Likely platonic, though I can see potential for a polycule. Would have to be a gc regardless.)

Sea Salt Trio (Likely platonic, would have to be a GC however)

Cloud Strife

Clerith (Romantic)

Strifehart (Romantic. Add in Sora for a found family au and my life would be yours.)

Sefikura (Romantic. Yes I know they're basically like toxic exes at this point, shut up. Conversely, add in Riku for a completely different family vibe and my life would also be yours.)

Cloud + Yuffie (Purely platonic because I've always seen them having more of a sibling dynamic.)

Domestic Restoration Committee (Would have to be a gc obviously. Could come packaged with either Strifehart or Clerith.)

Now if any of these sound good to you, feel free to either comment on this post or send me a direct message so that we can figure out plots and share discord tags. I look forward to writing with you all!

Sage, out!