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howaboutcastiel · 2 years

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Not My Intention (Moon Boys x F!Reader)

Content Warning: mentions of physical/mental abuse

Word Count: 3.1k

Request (Abbreviated) @twhgirl

Could you write one moon boys x female!reader, where they've been dating for a while… They notice she gets anxious and startled very easily, but when they bring it up she always brushes them off so they don't pry. They don’t know she's previously been in an abusive relationship. And maybe they're at an office party and some guy comes to her when she's alone and the boys get jealous since it's obvious he's trying to flirt with their girl.

Content: Angst!! Fluff, poorly translated Spanish (obligatory) this shit is pathetic and soFT (not a comment on the recommendation just my writing) reader is dating the entire MK system

This is the first time I’ve tried to write in omniscient 2nd person so forgive me if I mess up the perspective somewhere <3 Thank you for the request!!! Much appreciated

It had been just over a month since you had moved in with your boyfriends. Steven had tried to get you to move in sooner, even offering to cook you breakfast each morning to entice you, but you were trying to take this relationship one step at a time. The boys didn’t quite understand your apprehension, but they respect the boundaries that you put in place. You hadn’t told them the reason that you wanted to take things so slowly. They didn’t know about the damage your last boyfriend had left in his wake.

You had fallen absolutely head over heels for him, desperate to do anything to please him. You didn’t even care about all of the glaring red flags, like how he refused to meet your parents or to introduce himself to your friends. Before long, you had shut yourself off from everyone in order to meet his every demand. You endured the yelling, the manipulation, the guilt-tripping, and even the flat-out threats. You had even endured his escalation to violence; by then, he’d convinced you that you deserved it. It wasn’t until a particularly heated argument left you in the hospital with two broken ribs that you finally realized you had to get away from him.

And so you did. But the damage was already done. Your self-esteem was shattered and your ability to trust equally so. You hadn’t even been looking for a relationship when you first met Steven Grant, but you were so taken aback by his gentleness. At this point in your life, it was the most attractive quality a man could have. You had been fairly understanding when Steven introduced you to Marc and Jake, as you felt safer by any of their sides than you’d felt in years. They soon all three became your devoted boyfriends, and you were happy. You didn’t fully comprehend how much your past abuse still affected you, though. How it still lingered in your subconscious.

Tonight was the office Christmas party at your job. It would be the first time that your coworkers would meet your boyfriend (whomever was fronting tonight, that is). It would also be the first time that you would see all of your colleagues in one place, as this was the first office party you would be attending for the company.

Jake had convinced you to wear quite a revealing dress, insisting that he wanted everyone to see how beautiful you were and maybe even be envious because you belonged to him. You thought he looked ravishing in his own suit, complete with a plum-colored tie to match the color of your dress. The party was more crowded than you had anticipated. You’d never even met many of the employees here, and you were just as unfamiliar with their plus ones as they were with your own.

Jake was considerably more in his element than you were at a party. He was easily the most charismatic man you’d ever seen, able to stir up a conversation with any stranger in the room. You were not quite as socially confident. You spent a large portion of your night following him around. It was easy to smile and nod while he kept the conversation going with your peers. When he had spilled some of his soda onto his tie, though, he’d had to excuse himself to the bathroom, leaving you alone in the sea of largely unfamiliar people.

You started by looking for someone familiar to talk to, someone you saw on a more regular basis. Finally, you found your friend Cameron sipping wine in the corner with her girlfriend. It didn’t take you long to figure out that both of them were quite drunk. You let your small talk fizzle out after it became evident that they were too far gone to keep it going, rambling over you about some trip they were taking to Rome over the holiday.

“Hey, pretty lady,” A quite inebriated man interrupted your half-listening to Cameron’s babbling. You recognized him as a new hire you’d seen once or twice, but you didn’t know his name. He made you uncomfortable, but you knew better than to be rude to creepy men at this point. “How are you liking the party?”

“It’s pretty fun,” You replied, trying to be polite but not intending to stimulate a conversation with him. “Was just talking to my friends here.”

“Oh, I’m sure they won’t mind.” He purred and you could smell the alcohol on his breath. He was standing just slightly too close to you, leaning into the table in a subtle effort to keep you from walking away. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all by yourself? Would think you’d have a man on your arm.”

“He’s in the bathroom! My boyfriend,” You added quickly, causing him to raise an eyebrow in suspicion. You hoped that he didn’t think you were lying. You continued, “I’m sure he’ll be out in just a minute.”

“Well, I’ll just wait here with you then.” He said, placing a suggestive hand on your shoulder. Your instincts told you that shoving it off would be a bad idea. “I would sure love to meet him. Say, I didn’t catch this ‘boyfriends’ name. Who’s the lucky man, sweetheart?”

“My name is Jake.” You caught a breath in your throat as Jake emerged behind the man. Feelings of relief and of guilt fought each other inside your head. Was he going to be angry at you? God, you hoped he didn’t think you were flirting. At least he was here to get this odd man away from you, though. The thoughts scrambled for dominance in your brain.

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Jake.” The man all but spat at your partner, dropping his grasp on your shoulder. “Quite a feisty one you’ve got here, wouldn’t you say? What a lucky guy you are.”

“Yes, she’s quite a pistol.” Jake’s expression was unamused. He wrapped his arm around your waist, more assertively than he normally did. “And uh… I didn’t catch your name. Do you work here as well?”

“Something like that.” The man replied shortly. He walked away, now uninterested as he realized you were a taken woman. And that the man you belonged to wasn’t exactly a pushover. Jake, however, looked anything but uninterested.

“Honey, who was that man?” The expression on his face was unreadable. It sent a weight to the pit of your stomach. You didn’t know how to respond.

“He’s, um…” you all but choked on the words, now genuinely upset by the look of betrayal on your boyfriend’s face. You didn’t know how to explain the man’s unwanted advances. Hell, you didn’t know if Jake would even believe you if you did. “He just started working here a few weeks ago.”

“Hmm.” Jake seemed annoyed, and you felt yourself break into a cold sweat. Despite all you knew about your partner, you were exhibiting a fight-or-flight response to his upset. Spiralling thoughts began to stir in your already fumbling brain.

Oh God, he’s mad at me. He thinks I was flirting with that man. That disgusting man! What’s he going to do? I’m gonna have to sleep on the couch tonight. But I can explain it to him! Surely he will listen to me. Oh fuck, now he’s giving me the silent treatment. Is he going to yell at me in the parking lot?

The thoughts continued to race through your mind. Of course, they couldn’t be further from the truth. Yes, Jake was giving you the silent treatment. But it wasn’t because he was upset with you. He hadn’t noticed the man’s unwanted advances--to him it appeared that the man was being playful, and that you were joking along with him. No, Jake was being silent because he was jealous. Not so much as that you’d broken his trust, but that he’d gotten himself riled up by the idea that you were his. Well, his, Marc’s, and Steven’s, but nonetheless he knew that you belonged to him.

Yes, Jake was giving you the silent treatment. But not because he was angry at you. Not because he felt betrayed by you. And certainly not because he planned to yell at you in the parking lot or on the way home. On the contrary, he planned to show you just how much he appreciated that you were his. Jake led you out of the doors of the office silently, going over his plan to fuck you into the mattress as soon as you got back to the apartment.

Your heart continued to beat out of your chest as he all but dragged you into the passenger’s seat of his car. By now, you were covered in a thin layer of sweat, but you didn’t make any comment on what you perceived to be his righteous anger. You didn’t want to cause a scene with your coworkers so close by.

He was completely silent on the excruciatingly long drive home. Your thoughts continued to escalate. So did his.

He’s got to be so angry with me.

She looks so fucking sexy in that little dress.

I think he’s gonna yell at me when we get back.

I’m gonna have to rip it off of her. I don’t have the patience to unbutton it.

Should I just apologize to him now? Would that make it worse?

I wonder if she gets off on flirting like that. Does she like making me jealous?

I should have just stayed where I was. Then he wouldn’t have come up to me.

God, I’m gonna show her how much she fucking gets me worked up.

What if he doesn’t want to forgive me? I’ll plead with him all night if I have to.

Voy a perder la puta cabeza. Tan malditamente hermosa. Y todo mio. All mine.

Perhaps if Steven was co-conscious he would have noticed the way you were shaking. He was the first in the system to notice how anxious you were on a regular basis. Of course all of your boys knew how sensitive you were, but they never pried as to why you were so apprehensive. To them, it just seemed to be your nature and, if it was something else, you would open up when you were ready.

Nonetheless, Jake was failing to notice you were on the verge of a panic attack. When he did steal glances at you between focusing on the dimly-lit road, he mistook your shortened breathing and blushing skin as evidence you had gotten into the wine at the party. He wasn’t to blame for his lack of understanding, truly. He was barely keeping himself together right now. So he really wasn’t at fault when he continued his ruse by avoiding your gaze as you made your way to the door of the apartment. He didn’t know that you failed to see his disfavor was just teasing.

After listening to his cheeky thoughts for the whole ride home, the other boys were now bordering on co-consciousness. Steven could see everything through Jake’s eyes, though he was unable to take control. Marc was holding back more intentionally, though he wouldn’t pretend that he wasn’t equally as enthusiastic. He was egging Jake on, just as heated by your body in that skin-tight dress.

“C’mon man, show her who she belongs to. Make her work for it, too.” They were all eaten up with lust, senses clouded by their desire and their excitement. It wasn’t until the apartment door slammed behind them that they were snapped back to reality.

You jumped at the way the door shook against the hinges, the sound of contact echoing through the kitchen. You tried not to panic as Jake barreled over to you, jaw locked with aggression. All of your trauma was flooding back to you now, manifesting in your rawest survival instincts. Jake raised a calloused hand up to your face and you reflexively put up your arm to shield yourself.

Then there was silence.

At least, to you. There was shouting inside of Jake’s head as the boys processed what they had just seen.

What the hell was that? Did she think we were going to… hit her? Why the hell would she think that? Is she scared of us? She’s never been scared of us before. She knows that we would never hurt her. Any of us! It must have been a reflex. A reflex? Why would she have a reflex like that?

Then there was silence in his head, too.

Oh.

Of course, you couldn’t hear any of their thoughts. Your own thoughts were loud enough to fill the room. You felt immediately guilty for implying that Jake would ever hurt you. That any of them would for that matter. But you also felt a wave of pain as your mind forced you back to where those reflexes were learned. You couldn’t stop the tears before they were streaming down your face, and you couldn’t get enough air in no matter how much you gasped for it. You felt your knees buckle underneath you, luckily your partner was there to brace your collapse to the ground.

“I’m so sorry, mi Vida,” Jake stuttered, pulling your head into his chest. “I didn’t mean to scare you. Or to make you think I was angry. I’m not mad at you, I promise. I thought I was just poking fun. God, baby, I’m sorry.”

You struggled to regulate your breathing as he massaged your back, holding you as close as he could. His body tensed underneath you and his hands broke their rhythm, indicating someone else was trying to front. You almost felt more guilty that you were making a scene in front of all of your boys. But you were admittedly more comforted by their presence.

“Did someone hurt you, love?” Steven asked in a gentle whisper. You could only nod into his chest, your voice ravaged by the sobs overtaking your body. “We would never lay a hand on you, darling. Not one of us. Never. I swear it on my life.”

Steven continued to stroke your back, shushing you and repeating “you’re alright”s and “it’s okay”s until your breathing finally began to calm. He planted kisses on the top of your head, waiting patiently for you to regain your composure. It was several minutes before he gently asked you if you’d like to stand up off the floor.

“How’s about I make you a cup of tea, yeah? And then we can sit and talk if you’re comfortable.” Steven coaxed you over to the couch, handing you the box of tissues he kept on his desk. Your eyeliner had ruined his shirt, leaving uneven stripes down his already soda-soaked tie. He gave no indication that he minded though. In fact, he grabbed one of his own oversized night shirts for you to change into as he waited for the kettle to boil.

Finally he emerged from the kitchen with your favorite mug in hand. He’d lost his tie somewhere along his little mission to comfort, his top button now undone and his hair disheveled. You almost giggled at the thought of the two of you, hot messes barely reminiscent of your elegant pre-party selves.

“Here we are, love. Extra milk. Just how you like it.” Steven brandished an uneven grin, wary of your response as he settled on the couch next to you. He spoke genuinely as he handed you the mug. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s okay.” You began, sipping from your piping hot cup. Perfect. Steven always made it just right. You knew now that it was time to tell the three of them the truth. They’d already gathered the big idea, anyway, you supposed. They had put so much of their faith in you. Hell, they practically worshipped you. It was time you gave them the honesty they deserved. And time that you admitted to yourself how much healing you still had left to do.

You talked for hours that night. Mostly with Steven, but Jake and Marc made their appearances, too. Steven was a master of comfort, assuring you of the love and respect that you deserved. He even drew you a bath later that night, lighting your favorite candles and setting up speakers around the tub for you to play music. Jake made his fair share of threats and you had to make him promise not to go after your ex. You weren’t entirely sure he didn’t have his fingers crossed, though. Marc mostly listened. He listened intently. He also made sure to tell you how much he loved you every time you paused for breath. He would have given you the world if he could find a way to hold it in his hands.

And when you finally succumbed to your exhaustion it was Marc that held you safely in his arms. His chin nestled into your neck, he whispered sweet nothings until he heard you softly snoring. Only then did he start to relax, sure that his best girl was taken care of first. It was the best night's sleep you had ever had in your life. It wasn’t far from his, either.

#marc spector #steven grant #moon knight #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #moon knight x reader #moon knight x you #jake lockley #moon night fanfiction #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x you #marc spector x reader #masterlist

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nickgoesinsane · 10 months

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Alr you asked for it shawdy, here's your obligatory wall of Steven Grant thoughts 🙏

So this has already been said over n over but idc because it's true: poor boy's sensitive! I can't imagine he's getting much play, and it looks like he doesn't have like. any friends. so physical touch anywhere on him will be embarrassingly exciting cuz he never gets it. Could be his hands, chest, arms, back, waist: anything and his skin's prickling n hearbeat's quickening. His head is particularly sensitive though, so the easiest way to change the mood is to tangle your fingers in his hair, lightly scraping your nails across his scalp while toying with n tugging on his curls. Has him going wide-eyed and red-faced, lips drawn tight as he glances at you, suppressing a shudder n a groan.

Another weak spot is his spine- ghost the pads of your fingers along it, trail them down the vertebrae of his back n neck, drag them past his hips n to his tailbone, and his entire body will involuntarily arch into you. Doesn't know why that spot's so sensitive, but abuse that information.

He's mortified that such simple things make him so excited, but you find it endearing.

BIG crier, very noisy too. Makes the cutest little gasps n groans n sobs. Looks gorgeous covered in his own sweat n cum n tears, even better with some drool. Very easy to fuck brainless, and enjoys when you do it. We've seen that he can be pretty mouthy and combative when he wants to, and he'll use that sarcasm and willful disobedience to get you to fuck him beyond stupid.

Firm believer that he can- and often does- orgasm hands-free. The first time it happens he's absolutely humiliated; you hadn't even undressed him! All you'd managed to get in was some heavy petting, some whispered filth and scattered praise, but your teeth n tongue n fingers were too much. He goes entirely crimson, twisting away from you and apologizing over and over- he's so sorry, he hasn't had many partners, he swears he's not normally like this, please don't be mad- and you have to tell him you don't mind. Slip in that you actually found it kind of hot how embarrassingly eager he was for you, along with some lengthy reassurance, and he's on board for possibly doing it again. The humiliation does it for both of you, and as long as you get enjoyment from him prematurely spilling across the sheets or tucked within the confines of his pants, he'll gladly deal with the extra laundry.

He's a huge people-pleaser. We see it with how he interacts with his boss and Layla, the way he bends over backwards to do what they want, how he preens when Layla praises him n his knowledge. He wants to be useful, to be good, and that translates directly into the bedroom as well. Is it entirely healthy? Don't worry about it, just use that pliancy to your advantage. He takes orders like a champ. Want him on the bed, legs spread and waiting for you? Already done. Crowd him against the counter, mention how you'd like to bend him over it, and he's already flipped himself, chest pressed to the surface as he fumbles with his belt. Praise his attentiveness and dedication, it'll have his dick jumping and mouth watering.

Huge fan of giving oral. Your pleasure >>> his pleasure, and he melts under the praise you shower on him as his head's buried between your legs. Wasn't particularly good the first few times, but god was he eager. Over time he's gotten frighteningly skilled, though, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't a little smug about how you technically taight him all that. Depending on the position, and if you've allowed him, he'll be humping your leg or fucking into the mattress mindlessly as he goes down on you. Has, and usually will, cum just from the taste and sensation of you alone. Tell him he can't, that he has to keep himself still and hold it while he's working you over with his mouth, and you'll get the sweetest puppy-eyes you've ever seen. He'll listen, though, even as he whines around you, dick red, swollen, and aching as he leaks onto the floor/sheets.

Post-mission fucks!!!!! Shower him in compliments as you manhandle him, telling him about how well he did, how competent he was on the battlefield. Mention anything you thought was particularly smart or stand-out, and he flushes, trying to deflect the praise while simultaneously drinking it up, his cock half-hard beneath those stupid white slacks. Prefers if you wait til you're back at the apartment, but he'd be lying if he said having you bend him over in some shady alleyway or abandoned building wasn't a turn-on. Fuck him on a roof, behind a store, in a park, a warehouse, wherever the fight had occurred while he's still running on that combat adrenaline.

Tries to reprimand you, tell you yall shouldn't be doing this, it's in public, what if someone sees, do you know how hefty public indecency fines are, but the way he's arching and scrambling to shuck his suit tells a different story. (He's definitely had Marc complain about public image as you fuck his brains out against some damp asphalt, but he couldn't care less. Has also had Khonshu berate and spit some indignant, ancient curses at him for fuckin on the clock while he knows he's being observed by the god seriously? right in front of my salad? vibes and that was horrifying. Didn't stop him though <3 )

#╰┈➤ nick answers !#that was HOT #moon knight brainrot #dom reader #top reader #sub character #sub steven grant #steven grant x reader #n/sfw #n/s/f/w

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yagirlyubnub · 4 months

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Favorite character?

which franchise? Welp, I’ll name a few

TADC: A tie between Jax and Zooble

Steven universe: Tie between Amethyst and Spinel

Deltarune: Ralsei (best Boy), Jevil, and Susie (obligatory spamton mention)

Undertale: The temmies (THEYRE REALLY CUTE OKAY)

Pokémon: The edgy fuckers. Mimikyu, absol, Zorua/Zorark, fuckin DAWN WINGS ULTRA NECROZMA

Smg4: Tie between best girl Tari and baby girl smg3 (IM NEVER GONNA GET OVER AXOL)

wonder if this says anything about me lol

#Favorite characters #ask #deltarune #steven universe #smg4 #pokemon #undertale #tadc #the amazing digital circus #they fuckin killed the axolotol HE COULDVE REGENERATED AUGH

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80pairsofcrocs · 2 years

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baby scarab || 40

anon - i think a classic upside down spiderman kiss between casper and bs is obligatory now (/jk, of course you don't have to, just a suggestion :))

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anon - Hiii! Hope you’re having a wonderful day! Could I request something where reader sneaks of to do some spidey stuff again at night while the boys are sleeping and end up stopping some big crime but getting hurt in the process. Then she decides to climb in through the window to her apartment to make sure the boys don’t see but since she’s hurt and dazy she accidentally end up crawling through Stevens window and scaring the boys in the process. Maybe some scolding but also fluff and them helping her with the wounds.

Hope it wasn’t to long! You’re free to interpret this however you want or deny it. I don’t mind. I love your work though and you’re very talented!💗

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@valiantphantomangel - Hey, I have a request for the baby scarab serie. Like when everything is normal and she is having diner in caspers house, her spider tingle does of and when she looks outside she sees a avenger just wondering around.

Sorry if it is little out of content.

Thanks

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anon - Baby Scarab should re-dye her underhair(?) cuz i imagine her hair dye has faded a bit, and what if she dyed it blue and red split to match her suit ✨

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A/N : cuties :}

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : an important question is asked <3

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, fluff, let me know if i missed anything

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all your stuff was out of your old apartment and into marc, jake, and stevens.

granted, you didn’t even need half your stuff anymore.

like your dishes, and silverware.

“are you sure that’s everything?” steven asks, helping you carry the last box to their- well, now your new home.

“yeah, i didn’t have much”

“well we’re going to have to change that” steven starts, pushing the door open.

one of the small boxes fell out of the bigger one that steven was holding once you both got inside, making him mutter a quick curse before setting the box down on the counter and picking it up.

“you still have hair dye?” he asks, examining the box.

“yeah, i need to do it again, it’s fading” you say, setting your box down and running a hand through your hair.

“have you ever thought about going blonde?” you ask and steven shrugs.

“no- steven you are not dying our hair” marc cuts in before steven could answer.

“i don’t think i could pull it off anyways” steven responds and you snort.

“don’t be mean to yourself, you’d look great” you tell him and he hums.

“you.. you really think so?”

“yep”

“i think i’ll pass. but thank you” he finishes, you nodding in response.

“do you want to help me with mine?” you ask and he nods with a smile.

“i have no idea how to do it, but i’ll try”

“don’t worry, i’ll teach you” you respond with a smile.

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“y/n darling, why do you have so many colors?” steven asks, digging deeper in the box to find just about every color of the rainbow and more.

“because i’m quirky like that. now help me pick which ones i should do” you suggest and steven nods.

“you should do red and blue. like your suit” jake starts and you smile at the thought.

“that’s actually not a bad idea” marc says, and steven picks up both the red and blue boxes, holding them out to you.

“let’s get it started then” you start, taking the boxes and moving to the kitchen sink.

“it won’t stain the sink, right?” steven asks.

“not if you scrub hard enough” you deadpan, making him give you a look.

“no, it’ll be fine” you tell him, but he still seems skeptical.

“if you say so” he mumbles, watching you open the boxes to grab the tubes of color out of them.

“i’m going to do one side red and the other blue” you say more to yourself than anyone else, yet steven still nodded in acknowledgment.

“do you have gloves? because if you don’t you’re going to stain your hands”

oh steven. shut up. as much as you love him, he’s sort of a dorky idiot sometimes.

“..yeah, i got gloves” you answer, tying up your natural hair so that it wouldn’t get in the way.

“if you want you can do one half and i can do the other” you offer, steven nodding slowly.

“what if i hurt you? i don’t want to accidentally pull on your hair too hard” he worries, and you shake your head slowly.

“you won’t” you answer, digging through the box again and throwing a pair of gloves at him along with the red dye.

“it’s simple, just rub the color into my hair i guess. then i have to wait twenty minutes to wash it out” you tell him, and he nods again.

you start doing so with the blue, after putting the gloves on of course.

steven watches first as you squeeze some of the gel into your hand, then just running it through your half of your hair.

steven reluctantly does the same, and you watch with a small smile as he carefully copies your movements.

once you were both done, you pinned it up and sat up on the counter while setting a timer with your phone after taking your gloves off and throwing them away.

steven takes his gloves off and throws them away as well, then looks to you with pursed lips.

“now what?” he asks and you shrug.

“i don’t know” you sigh.

steven looks at you for a moment.

“you look like something’s on your mind” he starts, and you look up at him. “care to share?”

“…it’s stupid” you wave him off.

“then it shouldn’t matter”

“it’s about casper” you starts, steven leaning on the counter next to you.

“i.. i want to ask him to be my boyfriend” you end quietly, steven smiling at your statement.

“oh that’s lovely” he replies, and you see marc and jake with different expressions from the reflection on the window above the sink next to you.

“are you sure he’s the right one?” marc asks and you glare at him.

“nonono- i’m not criticizing i’m just making sure that you’re making the right choice” he corrects and you nod.

“you don’t have to worry about me. this isn’t life or death, it’s-“

“it’s just a relationship, i know” he waves you off, making you snort and turn to jake, who has a smile on his face.

“you must let me know what he says, mi vida” he begins. “if he says no, i can always have a talk with him”

“that won’t be necessary but thank you” you tell him, and as if on cue, your phone rings, signaling that casper was calling.

“well? answer it” steven nods to your phone, so you pick it up and press the small green button.

“hey, y/n i have a question” you hear instantly.

“you could’ve texted me”

“i wanted to hear your voice” he starts, steven listening with a smile.

“anyways- if you want my mom made bread again and wondered if you would come over for dinner”

you look to steven for permission, to which he nods.

“yeah, i’d.. i’d love to” you answer and you hear someone telling his name in the background.

“oh- that’s allison i have to go. but text me when you’re on your way” he hangs up, just like that.

you make direct eye contact with steven, waiting for him to speak.

“good, now you can ask him to be your boyfriend tonight”

your eyes widen a fraction. “what? no. not today i just meant like in time-“

“if you don’t do it, i’ll have khonshu cast another spell on you” steven grins.

your lips part in shock. “you wouldn’t”

“i believe i would” he replies, to which you glare at him.

khonshu decided to appear next to you, perched on the counter. “he is not bluffing” he tells you.

you turn to glare at him, then back at steven. “fine” you throw your hands up in the air.

“but if he says no-“

“which he won’t” steven interrupts.

“-jake is not going to have a talk with him” you conclude, and jake scoffs from the window.

“but it would hurt your feelings” he tries to justify his reasoning to beat up a 16 year old boy.

“there will be no talking” you tell him sternly and he nods hesitantly.

you’re about to give a mini lecture to marc, when as if on cue your timer goes off.

“that was the quickest twenty minutes ever” you mutter. “okay, time to stain the sink”

“y/n you said it wouldn’t stain!”

“i’m kidding, don’t be a baby”

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it was already near dinner, you having washed the dye out of your hair with the help of steven.

and the dye did NOT stain the sink to steven’s delight.

“are you ready? do you need us to walk you there?” steven asks, following you around the house while you grab everything you might need.

“you can walk me there if you must, but i’ll get back fine” you tell him, turning around to grab him by his shoulders.

“and please don’t let khonshu cast a spell on me” you tell him seriously.

he nods with semi wide eyes, so you take your hands off his shoulders to lead him out once you got your shoes on.

you’re the one to shut and lock the door, steven following while fidgeting with his fingers.

“what’s wrong?” you ask, noticing his tell.

you noticed certain things over time, like things all your boys do when they are nervous.

for example, steven. he picks at his fingers, bringing them up to his chest, while sometimes even kicking the ground softly.

marc avoids eye contact by any means necessary, and chews at his bottom lip.

and for jake, he readjusts his hat every five seconds, or he scratches the back of his neck a lot.

“nothings wrong” steven shakes his head as you press the down button for the elevator.

“are you sure?” you press, and he nods.

you purse your lips and step in the elevator once it opens, steven doing so as well.

steven looks like he’s about to say something, when he shakes his head to himself.

you tilt your head at his weird behavior, and were about to interrogate him when the elevator opened and he all of a sudden rushed outside.

you make a face, but follow after him anyways.

~~~

it was a silent walk to casper’s house, steven pulling you into a quick hug before you knocked on the door.

he nodded to you, giving you a look that told you that if you didn’t ask casper what you said you would he would dead ass tell khonshu to cast a spell on you.

your tingle went off in the middle of dinner. so you looked outside to see some guy and a girl running around with a dog and bows and arrows.

you just shrugged it off as the people just cosplaying or something.

so that all leads to now, you and casper cleaning up after dinner.

“i swear, your mom puts drugs in her bread” you tell him, to which he scoffs.

“i could make better bread” he mutters and you chuckle.

you were drying dishes while he washed them, while grace and allison cleaned up the dining room.

“really?” you ask teasingly, casper making a confused face until he remembers that you have advanced hearing compared to him.

“..yep. totally” he mumbles while you keep laughing.

“hey it’s not funny i-“ he suddenly stops talking, looking down in the sink as the front door opens.

“casper, what-“

“now, who is this and why are they in my house?” a man’s voice says from the doorway, and you look to see a tall guy with a hat, carrying a briefcase.

“casper” the man says sternly, so he turns around slowly to meet his fathers eyes.

“this is my friend, y/n. mom invited her over” he says quickly, the man looking to you and raising an eyebrow.

he just hums and speed walks down the hallway, to where to hear a door slam shut loudly, making both you and casper flinch in surprise.

“i’m so sorry” casper apologizes quickly. “he’s not always like that, i swear” he says and you take a long breath.

“you peed in his coffee this morning?” you whisper, casper snickering.

you felt accomplished after making him smile after the tense meeting with his dad.

“why do you seem so scared of him?” you ask. “you don’t have to answer, i’m just curious”

casper hesitates before speaking. “he’s just.. bitter” he tries to find the right word, and you nod in understanding.

“don’t let it get you down, because i think you’re great” you compliment, making casper smile at you.

“which reminds me” you start, feeling like your heart was going to beat out of your chest.

“i have something to ask you” you say nervously, casper turning the sink off and drying his hands next to you.

“yeah? what is it?” casper asks, and you look down at your feet out of force of habit.

“if i were to ask you to be my.. boyfriend.. what would you say?” you ask hesitantly and almost silently.

casper felt like he was going to explode. he could feel his face heat up as he nods at your question.

“i would say yes” he says quickly and quietly.

your head darts up to look him in the eye, trying to see if he was messing with you.

he wasn’t, he was being dead serious.

“so uhm… are we like-“

“a couple?” you interrupt.

casper nods. “cool” he starts “i think.. maybe we should make it official somehow. like a ‘seal the deal’ type of thing”

“yeah? what are you thinking?” you respond, feeling yourselves leaning closer to one another.

“i think you know”

“i think i do-“ you cut yourself off, as a ringing takes over your head.

“what’s wrong?” casper asks, putting a hand in each of your shoulders.

“i have to go” you whisper to him. “it’s my-“

“your tingle. i get it” he nods with a smile, leading you to the kitchen window.

“my parents are busy, if you’re gonna go, then you have to go now” he advises, so you open the window and shoot a web up at the top of it, moving to hang upside down in front of him as your suit forms onto your body.

“i also kept meaning to tell you that i love your hair, it suits you” he compliments, you smiling at him widely.

“i’ll make it up to you” you begin, casper coming face to face with you.

“just stay safe, that’s more than enough” you nod at his request and bring a hand forward to bring his face towards you for a quick peck on the lips.

you smile at him one last time before flipping yourself out of the window sill and into the roof.

casper watched as you swung from rooftop to rooftop to your destination.

he sighed and brought a hand up to lightly run his fingers over where you had kissed him, then closed the window to rush to his room.

and that’s where he screamed into his pillow again until he got lightheaded.

~~~

“come on, which one” you crawl from window to window looking for steven, marc, and jakes apartment- well, your apartment now.

you found it and opened it slowly, praying that your boys were asleep.

it was pretty late, like almost midnight.

you stopped a car thief and a gas station robber, only getting a bruise or two.

no bullets, no stab wounds.

you’d say it was a good night.

but that was until you were crawling on the ceiling and tiredly fell off, a loud thud coming from your body when you hit the ground.

marc was startled awake, well, he claimed he was just resting his eyes but everyone knew that was bullshit.

“kid? where the hell were you?” he got up and rushed to help you up, the suit disappearing.

“i was sleeping what are you talking about?” you slur out, now realizing how tired you really were.

“you just fell off the ceiling, cariño” you hear jake.

“heyyyyy jake” you chuckle, marc making sure you don’t fall over as he leads you to the bathroom.

“did you get hurt? what did you do?” marc asks you, but you ignore the question to register that it was now marc who was speaking.

“oh hi marc” you start, marc lifting you up to set you down on the bathroom counter.

“hey- why’s it spelled marc with a c and not mark with a k?” you ask and marc raises an eyebrow.

he doesn’t answer the question, he just cringes when he sees the dirt on your face and the forming bruises.

“did you take the mask off or something?” he asks, getting a small towel wet and wiping the dirt from your cheeks.

“no i just swung into the ground” you laugh.

“i think she might have a concussion” you hear steven whisper, which makes you glare up at the ceiling.

“i don’t” you shake your head obnoxiously, making marc hold your head still by your jaw.

“stay still, or i’m taking your phone” you threatens, you nodding slowly as he lets go.

he begins to get more of the dirt off, you wincing when he runs the towel over the bruise on your left cheek.

“..so how’d the dinner go?” steven asks and you smile.

“great” you answer shortly.

“did you-“

“i kissed him on the mouth, does that answer your question?” you ask slowly, and you hear steven gasp.

“ohmigosh, y/n has a boyfriend!!” he exclaims, marc finished with cleaning you up.

“that’s great, kid” he starts. “i’m happy for you”

then you hear jake sigh. “so i don’t get to have a talk with him?”

“nope” you reply, and you can sense a smile.

“are you hurt anywhere else?” marc asks, patting down your arms to see if you have any reaction other than annoyance.

“no” you respond, gently pushing his arms away.

“are you sure?” he asks again and you nod.

“positive?” another nod.

“not even here?” he questions, poking you in the ribs, making you chuckle.

“no, now stop” you tell him, making him sigh and wrap an arm around and under your arms, you bringing your own arms up to hug around his neck.

“hang on, we gotta show you somethin’” he tells you, so you wrap your legs around his waist and wait as he carries you until you’re in front of that one empty room.

“what are we-“

“hop down for me” marc requests, so you do so, standing up with an elbow linked with one of his.

“now, we took advantage of our time without you to make it so that you will be as comfortable as we can make it here for you” marc starts, confusing you as he opens the door, your jaw dropping at what you saw.

apparently, they had gone over to your old place to drag your bed over too.

there were string lights hung along all the walls, and it was perfectly decorated with all the random stuff you had brought over in all those boxes.

and of course, all your plushies stacked in a little pyramid, khonshu being at the top because he’s extra like that.

“oh my god” you breath out.

“if you don’t like it, we could always-“

you cut marc off by turning and hugging him as tight as you can, trying to keep tears at bay.

“this is the best thing ever”

marc chuckles at your reaction, hugging you back.

“we’re glad you like it” you hear steven tell you.

“i love it, i don’t know what to say i-“

“we just wanted to make you comfortable here, this is your home now too” jake says, and you let go of marc.

“you really didn’t have to-“

“i know”

“but you-“

“i said i know. it’s okay” he brings a hand up to your face to rub his thumb in circles along your cheek bones.

“i love you guys”

“we love you too” marc kisses the top of your head. “so much”

you both slept in your new room. like how you usually sleep, just in your room now.

because this was your home now.

you didn’t know it until now, but it kind of always was.

you just didn’t realize it yet.

marc, steven, and jake were your home.

and they would sleep by your side every night if that meant it stayed that way.

because that’s what good dads do.

~~~

A/N : yay i got it out kind of on time!!!

this actually works out perfectly, because there’s a very special chapter planned :)))

see you all in two days <3

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MK – :Layla and Jake: Procreate on iPad Pro

Gosh, I have so many Moon Knight pics that I'm trying to get through, LOL. I LOVE LOVE LOVE the show so much and I feel like I'm the only one who does, LOL. And I love Layla and the System SO MUCH as a quadruple, so SO much.

Ah, just the obligatory "we haven't seen more than 30 seconds of him on screen but we are protecting him forever" doodle of Jake Lockely, this one with Layla :) I think I mentioned in one of my past pics that I drew Layla with each of the guys separately, so this is the one I did for her and Jake (it's part 2 of this pic here). I like to think that Jayla are besties and both love and care so much for Marc and Steven and want to make sure they're always safe and protected.

Still having issues drawing Layla half-decent, but I hope y'all like it anyway. Just wanted to post something for new for y'all. I love them all so much :)

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saikokirakira · 2 years

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The Flight Risk (Marc Spector x Bakunawa!Reader Intro pt.1)

a/n: obligatory shirtless marc gif for what lies ahead i actually had fun and laughed at myself writing this. shit's about to get real in the next part, but i haven't written it yet. i'm also going on a trip, so... that update is a lot unsure. i'll try to stick to the usual wednesday, 9am pht.

Prev: II. Layla pt.2 | Next: III. Marc pt.2 | AU Masterlist

warnings: violence (mentioned); swearing; non-canon Filipino mythology; marc being a grumpy eagle; reader thirsting for marc for ten (10) seconds

“No.” “Yes.” “No.” “YES.”

“No!” You yelled at Layla as soon as you got to the airport exit.

“You can find Marc way faster than me. Just make sure he doesn’t get himself killed while I reacquaint myself with some old friends.”

You looked at her unimpressed. Not counting the fact that you did not know Marc at all, you were very wary over the fact that there was strong deity magic at play all over Cairo.

You weren’t going to disturb another one.

“Just two days. And I’ll call you every day.” She slipped a burner phone in your jacket pocket. “I promise.”

Sigh. You relented.

Layla was right.

You found Marc staying at a shoddy inn within a couple of hours.

You knocked and waited for a good ten minutes at his door before it opened.

Dear Lord.

Steven – or rather, Marc drunkenly swayed at the door, wearing nothing but boxer shorts.

You knew you felt some muscle when you snogged Steven a couple times, but you didn’t expect him to actually look like he did before you.

An annoyed grunt pulled you out of your staring.

“Oh, hi, Marc.”

SLAM!

You knocked incessantly at his door, until it angrily swung open the second time.

“What?!”

“I can help you find Harrow.”

Now, you sat in his messy room, glass strewn across the floor from a broken mirror that was hastily covered by a blanket.

“Well?”

You clicked your tongue behind your teeth before you shushed him.

“This is a waste of time. Get out. Go home.”

You glared at him. If it weren’t for Layla…

“Harrow has powers that shields him from Bakunawa’s sight, but he’s here.”

“No shit. Do you even know how big Cairo is?”

Your eyes flash topaz as you hissed at him. “Careful, mortal.”

You slam your fist on the floor, pushing Bakunawa back down, then rose to your feet.

“Get dressed. There’s a guy who knows something about a dig site. That’s a start.”

Then the idiot left you in the middle of the road half an hour later.

“Layla, your husband is a fucking flight risk.”

“Get used to it. I’m a little busy tracing an old collector friend. Just find him again.”

“What am I? A bloodhound?”

Two hours later, you were at a cliff, not far from the city.

Ah, the little serpent has found you once again.

You desperately tried to ignore the bodies littered across the ground, keeping your eyes on Marc, yet the smell of blood was taking over your attention.

“I’m guessing you missed the information about the dig site?”

That got me a chuckle from ol’ Grampa Crow.

“Why don’t you play with your little rocks and be some help in finding Ammit, huh?”

“So, now you’re willing to have me stick around and not leave me in the middle of the road to go on a murder spree?”

“Hey, I did not do this,” Marc pointed a finger in your face.

“Sure, they all stabbed each other and dropped dead,” you rolled your eyes and shoved his hand away, but not before you noticed the open cut on his arm.

You took a bottle of water from your bag and poured it over his arm.

“You just got my jacket and jeans we—” “Shush.”

You covered the wound with your hand, summoning the strength of any nearby Diwata for their healing powers. Your hands briefly glowed an icy blue before it faded into Marc’s cut, sealing it shut and leaving his arm good as new.

“The armour could’ve fixed that easily.”

Wow, he’s an asshole. Just like his master, the sand Diwata scoffed, unknown to Marc, before vanishing back into its realm.

Tell me about it.

Since Marc was being difficult, you turned to Khonshu instead. “Any better ideas? It seems like even Harrow’s followers are shielded from any form of divination.”

“What about the other gods? Are they just gonna stand by and allow somebody to unleash Ammit?” To signal for an audience with the gods is to risk their wrath.

“Can we trust the old bird?” you turned slightly to mumble to Bakunawa.

Khonshu and his Avatars have not fared well to any gods, deities, and other Avatars for the past centuries. I suggest we go back to London.

You rolled your eyes. “Are you sure this isn’t you being moon-hungry talking?”

If I wanted the moon, I could’ve easily taken over your body and slit your wimp’s throat to draw out the bird.

“Try to keep it family friendly, why don’t you?”

Suddenly, it was quiet, and you could feel the wind change.

You turned to Marc and Khonshu.

“What did you do?” “What are you doing?”

Sending the gods a signal they can’t ignore.

You felt the familiar movement of Bakunawa under your skin, tattoos moving like scales.

When you looked up at the sky, it was a solar eclipse.

“No! What did you do?!” Your voice began blending between yours and Bakunawa’s.

“Hey, what’s happening?” Marc grasped your biceps, which only caused searing pain even on your clothed skin.

He immediately let go of you, and for a moment, the concern in his eyes almost made you mistake him for Steven.

“No,” you panted. “Go. You need… to go… now. While I can… still control him.”

I suggest you do as the little serpent says, Marc.

“Shut up, you worthless god!”

Your outburst suddenly changed Marc’s stance. He now looked more alert, defensive.

“Bakunawa?”

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stupidusernamepolicy · 1 year

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tv tag game

— list 8 shows for your followers to get to know you better. tagged by beloved mootie @michaelmandog

1.Good Omens

This is such a feel-good show for me and cleaning out my drafts made me remember how much I love it. Also a reminder that I need to finish Staged. The friendship between the authors and the ways it impacted the book and show is so important to me...

2. Breaking Bad / Better Call Saul

"oh watch it it's the best show ever" "yeah yeah sure" and then... Meth show for middle aged dads sent me on a *checks calendar* FIVE MONTH FIXATION? I need to be euthanized. Also Michael Mando. That's all.

3.Final Space

SHINED SO BRIGHT AND GONE TOO SOON. This was THE underdog adult animation and though I've separated myself from it a lot it's still one of the best out there. Space fantasy dramedy about a convict out in space that is a testament to all that adult animation can be, but often isn't. If you can stand a bit of exec-meddling awkward humor, this one is the hardest WATCH NOW on this list. Also, catboy above voiced by Steven Yeun and he goes so hard.

4.Invincible

Continuing on the thread of amazing adult animation with a much more popular entry, this is an adaptation that is so far so much better than the source material. I stayed up til 5 am binging this. It has 4 things I love: great animation, (comic) trope subversion, GORE, and Steven Yeun (again!)

5.Futurama

This show is older than me, and I never watched it growing up, yet it still feels like home whenever I watch it. If I need to cheer up and have my TV on, this is the clear choice. It's so nostalgic and has so much heart while also being really, really fucking funny.

7.Gravity Falls

Similar to Futurama: another comfort show!! It brings back so many memories, even though I watched it after its original run. One of the rare things I own official merch of (I loved it enough to pay for shipping from the US)

7.Mob Psycho 100

Obligatory singular Anime entry. This is the one anime I'd recommend to non anime watchers, as it subverts a lot of typically annoying anime tropes and is a rare entry where the adaptation is as good if not better than the source material, and yet it's AMAZING because it OOZES with love of the source material! I'm definitely biased because it's the kind of story my middle school self needed, and that my current young-adult self... also needed. It's about growing up, about how people need other people, and it rewired my brain.

8.Rise Of The TMNT

JUST LIKE FINAL SPACE, SHINED TOO BRIGHT AND GONE ENTIRELY TOO SOON!! I was a HUGE fan of 2003 series when I was a kid and this one completely reignited my love for TMNT. The animation is poppy and dynamic and tastefully stylized, the story goes from monster of the week to the absolute insanity that is the netflix movie, and it has the kind of personality that a reboot of such an old series needs and benefits from (partially also ended up being its undoing because people hate fun). Like Final Space, if you're not averse to a little cringe humor aimed at a younger generation, I have 2 words for you: MUST! WATCH!!

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Arcane! because all that can be said about it has already been said about it. But it is fantastic and if you have not watched it yet because "its league of legends ew" and "its a cartoon" quit being a boob and go watch it.

Mrkomir Prvi! Because it's a really funny sitcom set in medieval Croatia, and it's only here because it's incredibly obscure on a global level, but it's really the kind of original TV I love to see and rarely do. They did a pandemic episode in which they called the diseased "influenzers", enough said.

Tagging! @its-me-ej, @djcranberry, @hellomingo, @lemonykleonella, @mediasploshion and @bamsara(long time no talk!! i hope this isnt a jumpscare)

No pressure, and happy reminiscing >:)

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ao3feed-moonknight · 2 months

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Moon Knight System Meets the Avengers

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Z65278M by IAmActualTrash Obligatory Moon Knight meets the Avengers fic. That's it that's the fic Words: 4652, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Moon Knight (TV 2022), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Steven Grant (Marvel), Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, Moon Knight (Marvel), Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Bruce Banner Relationships: Steven Grant & Jake Lockley & Marc Spector, Avengers Team Members & Moon Knight (Marvel), Steven Grant & Marc Spector, Jake Lockley & Marc Spector Additional Tags: First Meetings, Dissociative Identity Disorder, Mentioned Khonshu (Moon Knight), Canon-Typical Violence, Swearing, Jake Lockley Speaks Spanish, Protective Jake Lockley, Protective Steven Grant (Marvel), Marc Spector Has Issues, Ableism, unintentional and internalized, ie "crazy" "loon" etc, I Tried, i made up some stuff up, Action, Post-Moon Knight (TV 2022) Season 01, Sam Wilson is a Gift, Timeline What Timeline read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Z65278M

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boognish-worshipper · 3 years

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Midnight City AU

i’ve been having fun writing this story, all these lil snippets n pieces comin together n shit,,, but i also find myself getting so frustrated writing sometimes even tho ik that’s a given with literally creating anything 😭 anyway uhhhh scheming shit ensues in this chapter, and we see another familiar pal pop up 🙏 also included obligatory reference to those aesthetic photos with song lyrics 🏃‍♀️💥

//Chapter 2: Oblivion

The vinyl store was a short walk from Sterling Lake, but Ron and Trevor decided to run there like idiots. Trevor was out of breath by the time they got there placing his hands on his knees, while Ron looked ready to keel over and pass out, pressing a hand against the front of the store.

“Remind me why we chose to run here?”

“So we could,” Ron wheezed out a breath, inhaling deep to stable himself.

“So we could hurry up and get Wade.”

“It was a rhetorical question.”

“Right. Sorry Trevor.”

Trevor swung the door open hastily, calling out for Wade right away. A head with muddy locs popped up in their direction.

“Hey Trevor! Hi Ron!”

“Wade! Get over here, no time for pleasantries!”

Wade rushed over to meet them outside.

“Get out of my G-damn store Trevor!”

“I’m going, Debra. Say hi to lovely Floyd for me, will ya?”

“Get out!”

The trio walked away from the place, not knowing where to head next.

“Let’s go talk in my truck, where we won’t be… disturbed by any fuckwad wearing Andés brand sherpa jackets. Why do they even need jackets out here? It’s like 90 degrees all the time!”

He was parked across the way from Sterling Lake, and as he went, he tried his best to avoid running into the clique of phony fucks. The minute they all piled in, Trevor peeled out so loudly it was surprising he tried being discrete at all.

“So, Ron. Fill Wade in.”

“What’s goin’ on?”

“It’s the Merryweather Night Club.”

“Ooh, are we goin’ in to see them pretty girls dance?”

“No, Wade.” Trevor interjected.

“Then what-“

“It’s about Steve.”

“Who?”

Trevor impatiently shot out a breath, trying his best to breakdown the situation to Wade. He put a hand to his face briefly before speaking again.

“Haines, Wade. Steven fuckin’ Haines.”

“Ohh him! That fancy dude at the park.”

“Yeah. The fancy dude at the park.”

“What about him?”

“Well Ron here caught word that Devin Weston is hosting some big event there for Haines and his crew.”

“We invited or somethin’?”

“For fucks sake- No, Wade. We’re gonna plan out how to completely crash and wreck the party, so we can get that club the fuck out of here.”

“How’re we gonna do that?”

“Well first, we’re gonna scope the place out. Get a better idea of what we’re dealing with here.”

Trevor thought to himself that if he didn’t have a good look from the outside, that’d he’d have to get a layout of the floor plans himself. It’s not like he hadn’t visited the club before, but he hadn’t been… sober exactly when he dropped by those few times. So it was basically like seeing it for the first time. If he couldn’t get much from the outside, he knew only one person who could accomplish getting the layout of the place.

“We’re almost there, get ready to do some creeping boys.”

The sun was setting, and soon it would be dark out. And when it got dark in Los Santos, it got dark. The only way the city could be visible was from the surplus of lights that were nearly everywhere, except for a few places. They at least had some darkness to rely on so they wouldn’t be spotted right away. Trevor parked a block away, and the three of them hid on the rooftop of the building across the way. Neon lights flickered on, reading “MERRYWEATHER’S SUNNY DAYS NIGHT CLUB”.

“Such a stupid fucking name. I mean, why is it called Sunny Days if it’s a night club?!” Trevor angrily muttered.

As the sky grew dark, the club began to stir, with some random rhythmic song starting up. Ron lifted a pair of binoculars he brought with him, and gasped.

“There he is! Mr. Weston himself!”

Trevor snatched the binoculars from Ron, causing him to crash into his side.

“Uh, Trevor, it’s still around my neck.”

“Then take it the fuck off, before I take it off for you.”

He fumbled around with it, tossing it into Trevor’s hands. Below them, he saw Devin standing outside, with a pristine woman beside him. Trevor whistled lowly, so they wouldn’t be heard.

“That lady’s wayyy out of that fucker’s league.”

He watched them speak to the bouncer outside, hearing them laugh about something before heading in.

“They’re probably laughing it up now, plotting their next move to take over the city!”

“Shut up Ron, we lost them.”

He growled in frustration, handing the binoculars back to Ron.

“Let’s sneak ‘round back, maybe we’ll see something there.”

As they left, Trevor made a mental note of where the Merryweather bouncers were placed. Two burly men guarded the entrance, with a thick velvety rope not too far in front of it. They had to avoid the streetlights, seeing as people like them were sure to raise suspicion being near one of the hottest night clubs in LS. He couldn’t be made, not when he already had a reputation there.

“Alright Ron, you see anything?”

They hid near a dumpster, away from the lights.

“Not really, it’s too dark-“

Suddenly, the back door swung open. Ron and Trevor ducked while Wade’s eyes were transfixed on who was coming out. Trevor yanked him down, holding a finger to his lips.

“So I says to him, ‘You ain’t payin’ me enough to stay on this failure of a fuckin’ show Solomon!’, old guy flipped the fuck out.”

“That’s that Pelosi actor though!” Wade said, rather loudly.

“Wade! Shh!”

“And then I- wait a minute. The fuck was that?”

“Shit! Shit!” Ron panicked.

“Yo!” Pelosi started to walk in their direction.

“We better get out of here. Now.”

All three of them scrambled up to run off back to Trevor’s truck.

“Get back here! Security!” The actor began to chase them, along with one of the Merryweather guards.

They continued to run down the block, Trevor breaking into a sprint so he could start the car up before anyone caught up to them.

“Get in! Get the fuck in!”

The truck revved up, and Trevor drove off in a haste. Even though it didn’t go as planned, Trevor couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“Whew! What a rush, huh?”

“Rush?! We almost got caught, Trevor!”

“Yeah, only because Wade couldn’t keep it down for 5 fuckin’ seconds.”

“I’m sorry! That Pelosi guy is famous! I ain’t ever seen a actor up close.”

“Yeah, but he’s already washed up. Nothing special.”

“Isn’t he our age? How can he be washed up if he’s still-“

“Can it, Wade.”

Trevor came to the conclusion that there wasn’t enough visibility of the place from the outside. It didn’t have a single window. He mumbled to himself that he needed to go see a friend of his. The travel to El Burro Heights didn’t take long, with Trevor telling the other two to wait in the truck.

“Ron, please make sure he doesn’t do anything dumb.”

“Got it.”

“It was one time!”

He made his way up the steps, banging on the door. He lifted his head up to the outdoor camera, snarling at it.

“Let me the fuck in Wheels!”

The front door clicked open, and Trevor walked right in. He shut it behind him, and trotted over to a bedroom.

“Trevor. Didn’t think I’d see much of you again.”

“Neither did I old friend.”

“What is it. What do you want.”

The room was lit up with aqua and pink shades, a visual of a permanent sunset on his computer. Some kind of synth music played faintly. A nerdy looking guy was seated in a wheelchair next to a set up that looked like it was pulled right from the 90s, various posters and novelty items strewn about.

“Let me cut to the chase. It’s Merryweather again.”

“Again? Trevor, I thought we agreed you’d leave them alone!”

“Ah ah ah! I didn’t finish, Lest. Get this, there’s some big event going on soon. Steve Haines- some big get together with him and his posse of lame-os.”

“Really? Devin’s letting those guys in? I thought it was all big name people.”

“Yeah, well Steve isn’t exactly poor Lester. I thought we both knew that.”

“Duh, but still. He’s not exactly Devin’s type of crowd.”

“No no no, I think they might be in kahoots. Planning something.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Hmm. Let me see…”

He turned to the computer, clacking away on his keyboard. It was rather vintage looking, and Trevor was surprised it worked at all. Lester was into technology more than he was though, so he probably worked some kind of magic on it.

“Hm. You’re right. Seems like they’ve known one another for quite some time. Guess their dads work together.”

“Fuckin’ daddy’s boys.”

“But, I still don’t think interfering with that party is a good idea.”

“Why the fuck not?”

“You’ve had enough run ins with the both of them already.”

“But if we infiltrated the club, we could get it shut down!”

“What are you planning, some sort of raid? You and your buddies? 2 other people isn’t much to work with if you wanna take down one of the most popular clubs here.”

“That’s why I came to you!”

“For what?”

“So you could do your cyber shit, find the floor plans or something!”

“You know that’s gonna take a long time, right? I mean, getting the blueprints, not to mention finding other people who’re on board with the idea of it all-”

“Well no shit.”

“Are you paying me?”

“What?”

“I said, are you paying me?”

“What the fuck would I need to pay you for?”

“Taking time out of my day to get that done for you.”

“Right. Because you’re sooo busy.”

Lester frowned slightly, upset by the remark.

“I’m gonna just ignore that. Anyway, I’m not asking for a whole lot. Just something for the effort I’m putting in to find the plans.”

“So you’ll do it?”

“What choice do I have?”

“Absolutely none my friend!” He said, grin wide.

“Y’know you’re still gonna need to assemble a crew that doesn’t consist of only your… minions or whatever. That’s your part. Now shoo, let me do my thing.”

“Oh Lester the Molester you never let me down!” He said, clapping a hand on his shoulder.

“I told you to stop calling me that!”

“Aww, and here I thought you liked it!”

“Just go already. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right. No funny business.”

“But funny business is my specialty!”

“Oh my God, go!”

He made his way back over to the truck, seeing Wade passed out in the back. Slamming a hand on the truck bed, he yelled for him to wake up.

“Boys! We got some recruiting to do.”

“Wh-what? What d’ya mean? Who are we gonna find? I thought it was just gonna be us-”

“We’re not taking out one of the biggest clubs in LS on our own, Ron.”

“But I-”

“No buts! Now let’s go.”

They all drove across the city, back to the apartment complex Floyd lived in, Wade’s place being the first one you see pulling in. He had been nice enough to pitch in some cash to pay his rent, seeing as Wade basically had no money to begin with. The trio brainstormed for a bit, chattering away about needing to find people who hated those guys just as much as they did, before Wade and Ron promptly passed out. Trevor threw on a random shuffled playlist to keep him occupied as they slept, and some song he’d never heard before played. Some artist called Grimes? The intro was wobbly, like someone was shaking laminated paper. He kept it on, liking how funky it sounded. The music reverberated loud in his ears, the singer’s voice light and dreamlike compared to the dark, heavy tone of the song. It was the experimental stuff Trevor was into. He opened nosedivr, scrolling through his usual feed. This was a thing he did often when he couldn’t sleep. As he kept going through posts, he noticed he still followed Amanda; they stopped being friends long ago and the task of removing her on there slipped his mind. She had posted a new photo though, and he instantly recognized who she was with just from the shoes. It was that Michael guy.

@krystal-klear-tears

𝔦 𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢, 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔫 𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔥 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲.

#grunge aesthetic #lana del rey #lyrics #black and white aesthetic

His finger hovered over the reblog button, and he hesitated. What was he doing right now? He didn’t give a shit who Amanda was with anymore. Michael was just another name, another face, another person she was just gonna dump later on. She could never do commitment. That was the one thing he knew for sure in the period of time they had been friends. Amanda wasn’t exactly a bad person for it, she just didn’t express her feelings in the best way. It was why she jumped from guy to guy. They didn’t need anything more than her facade, her surface level personality. So when the time came that she would be close to showing her true colors, she’d cut them off. Trevor didn’t like that. If there was one thing he truly could not stand, it was people being two-faced. He wished Amanda embraced herself more. But like he said, it was whatever now. Soon enough, he wouldn’t see anymore posts like that.

Still, he figured he could unfollow her another day. Part of him did wanna see how long this one would last. Was that bad? Maybe. Who cares. By the time he had finished scrolling mindlessly on his phone, he’d finally grown tired. He wanted to dream about tomorrow, because tomorrow promised a plan in the works, and it was fucking spectacular. He couldn’t let something so meaningless like a new boyfriend of hers distract him. Yet despite that, he still found himself wanting to know more. This was the first guy in a while that Amanda got with that she didn’t run to tell him about. It felt… strange. But again, he couldn’t let that distract him from what was at the front of his mind. He didn’t have time for that. He had to focus on Merryweather first and foremost. Shutting his eyes, a smile grew on his face. He was finally gonna take those stupid fucks down.

//sorry if these seem short rn,,, it’s gonna be a slow build up tbh. it’ll be worth it later on when i complete future chapters lol. don’t wanna rush it too much ,, also i feel like i’m gonna accidentally make this sound all over the place so uh apologies in advance 💯 i will go into more detail abt amanda n trevor’s friendship in this too btw so expect that eventually ig

#gta v #grand theft auto v #grand theft auto 5 #trevor philips #ron jakowski #wade hebert #lester crest #michael de santa #michael townley #amanda de santa #midnight city au

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bxrningdragxn · 4 months

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Hoenn may be in peril but at least I get to see Steven again

#pokemon #bxrnin’s ramblings #obligatory steven mention #Steven stone #champion steven #pokémon oras #omega ruby #alpha sapphire #pokémon omega ruby #pokémon alpha sapphire #pokemon omega Ruby and alpha sapphire #oras #pkmn oras

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howaboutcastiel · 1 year

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I posted 369 times in 2022

That's 365 more posts than 2021!

143 posts created (39%)

226 posts reblogged (61%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@romanarose

@toracainz

@my-secret-shame

@howaboutcastiel

@joyful-soul-collector

I tagged 151 of my posts in 2022

#moon knight - 126 posts

#steven grant - 110 posts

#marc spector - 104 posts

#jake lockley - 87 posts

#moon knight x you - 67 posts

My Top Posts in 2022:

Make Your Acquaintance (Jake Lockley)

Summary: Reader is in an established relationship with Steven and Marc but has never met Jake before and is intimidated by his reputation. When an emergency requires Jake to take control for a while, you decide that it's time to introduce yourself.

Make Your Acquaintance Masterlist

I know the gif is Poe Dameron don’t come for me.

Word count: 5.5k

Content: brief violence and gore, reader is injured (not life-threatening) angst, fluff, whatever. Poor use of Spanish. Gender neutral reader.

Note: I don’t know what this fic is. I don’t know who it’s for. I just kinda wrote it. Drink up boys. Also thank for 100 followers! I am not worthy!

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All I Desire (Steven Grant x Reader)

Word Count: 6.3k (I'm a mess)

Summary: Reader has not been in a relationship in a while and is scared to have sex with Steven for the first time. After learning of your fear of intimacy, Steven decides to plan an all-out date night to show you that you have nothing to worry about.

Pairings/Warnings: mentions of past relationship trauma, kinda angst I guess, fluff, smut (duh), plot with porn, Soft Dom! Steven x (afab) Reader, p in v, oral (f receiving), no Marc or Jake but both mentioned. Language is gender-neutral apart from anatomy.

Note: Not proofread. How do y'all just shamelessly write smut all the time I feel like I just killed god

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Two Steps Forward (Moon Boys)

[18+ content minors leave please]

Summary: A fun night with Jake ends up backfiring as Marc is triggered to front mid-coitus.

Content: Smut-ish, Angst, Fluff (the holy trinity). Handcuffs, impact play, getting triggered during sex, yelling and sad times. Reader is in an established relationship with moon boys.

Word count: 1.9k (aka the closest to a drabble you’ll ever see from me)

A/N: honestly this shouldn’t exist but now it does. Read it and weep. Also google cleared all of the formatting so UGH may be some mistakes.

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How Do I Ask? (Marc Spector x F!Reader)

[18+] VERY NSFW PLEASE GO AWAY CHILDREN [18+]

Summary: Marc is usually the one to initiate sex. At this point, the reader doesn’t even know how to seduce him (it usually doesn’t require any effort). When the reader wants a change of pace from him, though, she must deal with the conundrum of being the one to make the first move.

Word Count: 5.4k

Based on an anon request! Lots of love to that mystery person <3 I took some… liberties with the plot. Reader is my body type so sorry skinny gals and NB/FTM babes.

Content: Smut, Like a lot of smut, porn-IS-the-plot kinda smut. Protected sex (we’re not getting pregnant in THIS economy). Oral (M), roughness, a little bit of angst but it's horny angst. Oops there's 2k words of foreplay you can skip that if you want.

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My #1 post of 2022

Not My Intention (Moon Boys x F!Reader)

Content Warning: mentions of physical/mental abuse

Word Count: 3.1k

Request (Abbreviated) @twhgirl

Content: Angst!! Fluff, poorly translated Spanish (obligatory) this shit is pathetic and soFT (not a comment on the recommendation just my writing) reader is dating the entire MK system

This is the first time I’ve tried to write in omniscient 2nd person so forgive me if I mess up the perspective somewhere <3 Thank you for the request!!! Much appreciated

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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noa-nightingale · 3 years

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Watcher and Autism

It is April! It is Autism Acceptance Month!

It is Autism Acceptance Month (formerly Autism Awareness Month but we are shifting away from that), and I finally found the time to write about something I wanted to write about for a long time: My experiences with Watcher, as an autistic person.

I already write a lot about being in Watcher’s audience as someone who is queer and I will keep writing about it, but this needs some attention too.

I had plans to write something about Watcher and Autism for Steven Lim Appreciation Week but I decided that it would make more sense to include Ryan and Shane in this too instead of just Steven.

Here is some background: I got my autism diagnosis as an adult (early 20s), and it was a huge relief for me. I finally had an explanation for why I was so “wrong” all the time, and that maybe I was not inherently wrong or broken. I can’t go into detail about my autism here, that would be a post of its own (or many posts) but, unsurprisingly, my autism informs the way I interact with the world; and it informs how I interact with Watcher too.

I believe it is even a big part of why I love this content so much - and Watcher is 100% a Special Interest of mine.

First of all, what are the defining traits of autism? Officially, it is defined as a neurodevelopmental disorder (I have Opinions about that but that, too, is another post), and its “symptoms” are difficulties with social interaction and communication, and repetitive behavior. There are many more traits associated with autism though, and I am just a little bit disgruntled that it is so often only defined by the things that are “wrong” with a person. Personally, I like being autistic and I (mostly) like my autistic traits.

Now, let me talk about the Watcher fandom for a second: It is a huge advantage for me to be able to communicate with y’all online. It is more accessible, not only because I would have problems to find so many Watcher fans near me (I mean, we are from all over the world, how effing great is that!) but also because my difficulties with social interaction and communication don’t feel as heavy when I can communicate in written form. I don’t know how weird I actually seem here but if you’d meet me in person, it would become pretty obvious pretty fast that there is something strange about me. (I also sometimes just go semi- or non-verbal, and that does not happen in written communication.)

I never had a stable friend group offline, I never really felt like part of a group offline, and I have difficulties making friends. So, let me just admit it now: I don’t have offline friends. Like, I do have friends that are not in the Watcher fandom but those are not offline friendships either. I don’t see my online communication as a consolation gift or some weak copy of the “real deal”. On the contrary.

Now! Watcher! First thing that comes to mind - Watcher’s special kind of compassionate weirdness just works for me. It seems very non-judgmental, and as someone who gets judged from all sides (sometimes outright, sometimes more subtle - we live in a society etc etc lmao), that’s just very refreshing and soothing. It makes me feel like I can be weird too. (I mean, there is something to be said about allistic people being praised for being weird while autistic people get shamed for it, but allistics being weird is not the problem with that - everyone has the right to be weird. Btw allistic = non-autistic.)

I also have to talk about Steven Lim here. Because I effing LOVE his awkwardness. I am the King of Awkward, and to see someone who is so awkwad and so loved is just so so SO good. And personally, I love him because he is awkward, not despite of it. He is also so... earnest. So passionate and sincere. I have those traits too, and I often feel like I am Too Much and Too Intense, or like people think I don’t have a sense of humor. (Don’t know how it is online but I don’t think people think I have a significant sense of humor when they meet me offline. I feel a lot more like myself when I can talk online. All the clumsy social stumbling falls away to a degree.)

I remember some moments from Here’s What You Do (and maybe also Watcher Weekly) where Steven did not know a certain phrase or expression, and Shane and Ryan explained it to him - without judgment, without shaming him, even if some people probably would think that you “should” know it. Again, this is very relatable to me, and I wish people would not act like there is something strange about it when I don’t know things that “should be obvious”.

We, of course, also have to talk about Mr Bergara’s ability to just say what he thinks. I am not the first person to say that he sometimes does not seem to have a filter, and holy damn, it is beautiful to watch. It is comforting to me, especially because I overthink EVERY interaction I have with other people.

Also! Fashion! Shane said (several times, I believe) that his goal is to look as weird as possible in his 30s, and it gave me the confidence to get some new clothes too. Just a year ago, I NEVER would have dared to wear them. My approach to life always was, don’t stand out, don’t attract attention, you will get punished in some form. I tried to make myself small and unthreatening, occupying as little space as I could. Watcher and their lovely, lovely wackiness gave me the confidence to stand out, and folks, I love it. (Today’s outfit was this: Pride Converse, jeans, Ryan Bergara self portrait shirt, pink demin jacket with a bunch of pins and buttons, Shane Madej Headband. It felt really good, and I have some other outrageous clothes now.)

(I also WISH I could have a mustache but that’s a whole other story lmao.)

I also have to mention Watcher’s integrity. A while ago, I read a study about autistic people and that one reason we sometimes seem like we stick to the rules so much is that we just have a strong sense of what’s right. Sorry for the awkward wording, and I don’t mean to say that allistics can’t have integrity (obviously) - but my own integrity feels very attached to my autism, I can’t untangle that. It is the most important thing in my life - is this kind? Is this right? Am I doing right by people? And I feel like that is reflected in Watcher’s values.

I could say a lot more but I will leave it at that for now. I am just beyond grateful that Watcher exists and that I get to have this Special Interest. This is so important to me, and it is really really fulfilling. I don’t know if I really could convey properly how an autistic brain works buuut I hope you got at least a little tiny glimpse. (Also, obligatory “I am just one person, I don’t speak for other autistic people” disclaimer.)

My queerness, my autism and all my other traits are all interconnected, and Watcher just seems to be a near perfect fit.

Happy (rest of) Autism Acceptance Month, friends! And thanks for giving my awkward, weird, Too Much self a cozy little home here.

#watcher #autisticwatcher #autism acceptance month #actually autistic #i FINALLY finished writing it!!!#proud of myself ngl

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frogsandcookies · 3 years

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My Thoughts on Lego DC Batman Family Matters

-Disclaimer: I watched this on clips on YouTube so if things are out of order, oh well-

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-“Damian? Are you done with your math homework???” Bruce is actually acting like a normal dad

-DAMIAN’S SMILING AND ACTING LIKE A NORMAL KID (or as normal as you can be after everything he’s been through) BASICALLY HE’S HAPPY :D

-Oh my god he used the classic phrase of “When am I ever going to use ___ in the real world” I love it

-We get wholesome interactions between Bruce and Damian

-I half expected Damian to call Tim something along the lines of “Asshole” or “Bitch”

-I just want to comment on how short Damian is

-“ImPoSsIbLe”

-“In fact, I wanted to ask you to change my name to Dangerlad”

-Damian is acting like Dick from the Lego Batman movie (and it’s amazing)

-“Cross contamination is nothing to laugh about” As a person with celiac disease, I completely agree

-Ace’s chew toy is Superman

-“Next subject” Ah, back to avoidance

-Barbara just ignoring Dick and going straight to talking to Bruce XD

-The reason for this XD

-Catherine is awesome

-And at this point I realized why Damian sounds so familiar: He’s voiced by the same person who voices Robin on TTG

-Robin sneaking out to go meet them lol

-Barbara and Dick’s interactions XD

-“Oooh burn”

-Jason’s villain-ensue clapping

-I just noticed Dick’s hair. …I don’t know what to say

-I feel like if this wasn’t a PG movie, Jason would have said “Not shit, sherlock” when he’s talking to Damian

-ThE tRuSt FuNds (aka Dick worry about the trust funds)

-Killer croc looks like the hulk with scales

-The way Catherine just beats Killer Croc’s sexist butt is amazing ; we Stan

-Jason’s kinda acting like a bitch ngl

-Dick and Damian interactions! :D

-Dick’s telling an old man story (ie. “Back in my day…)

-Damian just falls off a train XD

-“Something fishy’s going on for sure” A fish with TNT proceeds to be thrown at the two

-The Riddler’s voice is snakey

-Dick: *fails at telling a joke* | Damian: *disappointed sigh*

-The penguins have no eyes???? What the???

-THE TEN YEAR OLD IS DRIVING A CAR *proceeds to crash into a train*

-Jason proceeds to crawl out of the shadows in a totally not creepy way

-*sees graphling hook* Mabel Pines?

-Jason sounds a bit like Bill Cipher (voice-wise)

-“Not bad old man” -Jason to Dick

-Is that Haly’s circus???

-Gotham citizens are so neutralized to seeing the villains and bats running around that instead of running away, they just take photos lmao

-We Stan protective Dick

-Don’t fuck with Alfred

-The license plate reads “yeahboi1”

-Billy Batson :D he sounds vaguely like Steven from SU *looks it up* HE’S VOICED BY THE SAME PERSON

-The mirroring of the movie fighting

-*Ominous bat shadow* *pan to see Bruce holding out his cape*

-“Or should I say…Jason Todd” *shocked Pikachu face reaction from everyone else*

-How does Jason not have hat hair

-“I thought you were dead!” “You said I was dead?!”

-Obligatory Talia mention

-But they met at a train station?

-IT WAS HALY’S

-I love that Jason and Bruce met because Jason stole the wheels of the bat mobile

-“You stole the wheels of the bat mobile? Oh dude that is so cool!” “Yeah, he was not happy” Damian and Jason friendly interaction :D

-I love the shared exasperation at Bruce

-Dramatic “he’s betrayed us. Again” from Damian who didn’t even know of Jason’s existence until several hours ago

-Two Faces’s suit is nasty looking

-“Fortune favors the bold” -Pliny the Elder right before the eruption of Mount Vesuvius and now Two Face (the only reason I know the former is because of puppet history)

-The How To videos will one day take over the world

-“Truth, justice, and the destruction of Batman”

-“He’s a narcissistic jerk who has no regard for his family’s legacy or his own responsibility to Gotham” Not wrong kinda

-Damian and Barbara team up!

-Damian and Barbara falling out of the sky

-Damian being productive while the three adults fight

-Dick: *weird rocket noises* | Barbara: “My insensitive boyfriend, everyone”

-“Listen to my gruff voice and be intimidated”

-Two Face just eating Bruce out of the building

-Jason kinda reminds me from Michael from BMC b/c of the scene where he says “This is just like my favorite video game” as he shoots cyborg things

-Jason celebrating beating his video game and being happy and not angsty for once :D

-“…chum” “I looked up chum by the way. It means fish cut up into shark bait.” XD

-EXPLOSION

-I like the parachutes

-Meetings are boring to be fair though

-Jason’s internal voice: “ya’ done fucked up Batman”

-Ace literally says “Bark”

End thoughts: So Damian’s obviously not in character too much but I like seeing him as a genuinely happy child so I don’t really care. It was also fun seeing Jason happy and the squabble between Dick and Barbara was amusing since it seems kinda accurate. I don’t know much about Catherine but she’s awesome in this movie (though she and Barbara look almost identical). Overall it was pretty good and an enjoyable experience :D Though I wish Tim, Steph, Cass, and Duke were in it. I can only imagine the heightened chaos

#batfam #lego dc family matters #I was bored and I had a lot of thoughts #Damian wayne #bruce wayne #Jason todd #dick grayson #Barbara gordon #alfred pennyworth #Catherine from dc #idk her last name but she's cool #tw cursing #tw caps

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