#steven grant

[dailymarvelstudios]

Moon Knight 1x06 "Gods and Monsters"

[my-secret-shame]

[twwcs]

 “I’m just saying there is one hippo and two of us, and this ship can’t be that hard to steer so...”

They finally got to steer the ship

[ingoldthewizard]

Steven watching anime; so cute!

“Is That My Shirt?”

After befriending Jake and Marc, one night you find yourself growing a little closer to their brother, Steven.

Themes: college Au, boys are in separate bodies, f!freader is tipsy, mostly fluff, mention of morning wood

Wordcount: 1.2K

You’re sophomore year at college is going amazing so far. Classes aren’t too bad, your RA is lazy and can’t be bothered to keep alcohol out of the dorms, and you’d made fast friends with Jake. While you both often tore up parties around campus you also have a blast dragging his brother Marc out every once in a while.

Despite some initial sexual tension you’d had with Jake and then Marc you three found your friendship much more fun. So most nights Jake would end up with a girl and if you’d done your job of wingwoman right so would Marc.

Their other brother, Steven, is a bit different to say the least. Soft spoken, studies focused and honestly a bit of a nerd. Talking about anime and history whenever the chance arises. Spending most nights watching said anime’s or studying.

One particular night Jake and Marc had managed to find girls on their own and disappeared with them in the dorm building. So you, still piss drunk and now alone, wander back to your room. Banging on the door you giggle “Roomie, lemme innnnn.”

You roommate quickly unlocks the door, giving you a panicked look as she opens it a crack. “Hey, I’ve got a girl in here. Can you stay with your friends tonight please.” She pleads.

“Well-shit everyone’s gettin pussy tonight.” You grumbled “fineeeee, but you owe me.” You groan and stumbl back to the elevator. After what felt like way too long you land on the boys’ floor. You try as quietly as you can to get to their room and push on the door, it’s unlocked.

“Stevie,” you whisper far too loudly. “Stevie itsme donworry.” You giggle as you make your way inside the dark room. “ ‘m jus gonna crash here tonight. You’re brothers are gettin busy - I mean they’re busy t’night.” You laugh.

“It’s Steven…” he grumbles behind a pile of blankets. As you look closer you see he’s got his laptop set up in bed.

“Are you watchin’ anime inthe dark?” You ask as you pad closer, shivering on the cold tile in your party dress.

“What else should I be doing.” He says in a mixture of annoyance and confusion as he sits up. His face is half illuminated by the flashing screen and for a moment your drunken brain dredges up that old flutter in your stomach.

You quickly try to snuff out the rising feeling and slur “Oh, shit I’mso sorry.” You pout out your lower lip, “next party you’re comin’ withus!” You declare with a shiver. “Why’s it so cold in here.”

“I sleep better in the cold.” He shimmies to lay back down. “Just lay over there I guess.” He waves over to Marc and Jake’s bunk bed.

Your teeth chatter as you make your way over to a set of dressers. Unsure who’s stuff is what, you grab a soft oversized shirt and a pair of boxers at random. You glance over your shoulder and see Steven has returned to his original position, laying on his side facing the wall, anime continuing to play quietly infront of him.

Quickly you shimmy out of your dress an into the clothes you’ve commandeered. As you slip into the lower bunk your teeth begin to chatter. “You alright?” Steven calls over his shoulder.

“ ‘s cold.” You whine. “Can I - can I huddle for warmth?” You ask softly, alcohol inhibiting any sense of boundaries you would’ve normally had.

“You want a cuddle?” His tone lilts in surprise.

“Please, I’ll owe you bigtime m’kay?” You plead shivering in the cold sheets.

“Alright c’mon.” He rolls onto his back as you jolt out of the cold sheets and under the warm ones. “Gods your freezing!” He flinches as you press your cold form against his.

“Toldya.” You mutter as you shudder, the remnants of cold chased away by his warmth.

“Lemme just, my arm I need to -“ he sat the laptop across his legs as he sat up again, this time lifting his arm up. Instinctively you nestle right into the open space. His arm lays lightly across your back as you lay your head on his chest. Surprise raises your brows for a moment at how firm he is.

“That - works I guess.” He says softly, settling his arm around you. His gaze lingers on you as you settle in. You glance up a moment, something stirs in you as your eyes connect. “Is-“ he leans in squinting a bit “Is that my shirt?”

“Tell me about what you’re watching.” You quickly look back at the screen, trying desperately to stop yourself from doing something really stupid.

“You haven’t heard of The Last Airbender? Avatar is amazing! This is Aang he’s -“ The excitement in his voice becomes a distant hum as you slip from consciousness. The last thing you’re aware of are the soft circles his fingers make across your back and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your ear.

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The first sensations that come to you are the throbbing of your head, the shaft of light across your eyes making you squint, and the warm body pressing tightly to your back. You shift a bit to avoid the harsh column of morning light filtering through the blinds, causing the arm around your stomach to tighten and pull you closer.

Steven hums sleepily, his face snuggled into your back. For a brief moment you relax into the embrace. The pounding in your head juxtaposing his warm soft embrace. Well, not entirely soft.

“Ah Steven.” You pat his hand in an attempt to stir him.

“Yeah love?” Still not entirely present his hips rolled slightly. Then like a freight train he gasps and jolts away from you. “Oh I’m so sorry I, oh gods I’m -.” He awkwardly climbs out of bed and hit the cold linoleum with a groan.

“Shit are you alright?” You sat up to see him sprawled across the floor. Keeping the blanket up to your neck for warmth.

“Yeah.” He grunts, staggering in his oversized pjs toward the mini fridge. Glass clinking and the rustle of plastic sound as he turns, in one hand a bottle of water. In the other - a prepackaged bottle of vanilla iced coffee.

“Never pegged you for an iced coffee guy.”

“Oh no, these are Jake’s coffees. Figured he can share.” Steven shrugs, his face flushed as he awkwardly tries to cover his morning wood. “Sorry I- here.” He gently tosses the drinks on the bed and shuffles off to the bathroom.

You laugh weakly under your breath as you took the water, nearly emptying it in a long gulp. Next you crack into the vanilla coffee and sip slowly, blanket falling around your waist as you test just how much your headache will allow you to move.

You hear the shuffle of footsteps as you rub your eyes. “Look Steven I don’t care about your boner I-“ your sentence haults in your throat as you lock eyes with Jake, then Marc.

“Why are you in Steven’s bed, talking about his -” Marc’s eyes go wide.

Jake’s blow wide as well “and why are you drinking one-a my Iced Vanilla Lattes…”

Steven’s soft footsteps sound in the hall, as he rounds the corner his gaze flicker between his brothers and you. Marc and Jake look at Steven, then back at you. That moment will be forever cemented in your mind, Marc’s look of confusion, Jake’s expression shifting from cross to a shit-eating smirk, and Steven’s entire face now a ruddy hue as he tries to slowly back away.

“No no no get back here!” You hear Jake tease as he chases Steven out into the hall with a laugh.

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Part 2

MoonKnight Bingo Masterlist

Taglist: @moonknight-events @melodygatesauthor @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @ominoose @romana-after-dark @moonknight-events

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

How do you think OI characters would react if their fem partner proposed first??

Ahhh, ADORABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Multiple Oscar Isaac Characters x gn!Reader • Rating: 18 + pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? • ask-travaganza masterlist •

Warnings: Fluff, mention of sexy times, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 385

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Steven: So surprised and giddy, please propose to this man. 

Marc: Is so shocked he actually blurts out, “are you sure?” 

Jake: Says yes without a second thought, he is so excited. Will try to cover how emotion he’s feeling by making a joke (“You better have got me a ring that costs 7 figures, I expect no less.” When you show him you actually have got him a ring, he gets even more emotional. You will not be able to escape from the cuddles for several hours.)

Nathan: “Why do you want to get married?” He will say this no matter your relationship and if you’ve talked about getting married before. Because he’s a little shit and wants attention. 

Anselm: Asks if you’re getting on your knees to suck his dick, makes a joke that the ring you have is too small to go on his cock. Is very emotional about it. Also takes you out so he can buy a matching cockring to go with the ring you bought for him.

Cecil: “Really?” Literally shocked, has a little cry, says yes, then tells you maybe it’s not a good idea because he has some debt and doesn’t want to burden you with that. 

Club!Blue: He’s saying no. I’m sorry. 

BUT HE IS JOKING. OF COURSE THIS DRAMA KING IS LIKE, “THEY PROPOSED TO ME. MEEEEE.” He’s faulting it to everyone. 

Santiago: Doesn’t actually say yes straight away, because he jumps your bones the second to ask the question.

Laurent: Will say yes, will also ask if you want him to murder anybody first… hmm…

Poe: Literally tearing off his necklace right this second so he can also give you a ring.William: You open the ring box to propose, the ring is gone. He gets down on his own knee and holds out the ring you chose for him, smiling like a little shit. You both say yes.

Richard: You propose by tying the ring box and question to his dog’s collar. He’s an absolute mess (positive) both you and his dog are getting massive cuddles.

Robbie: Sweetheart is having a little cry. He’s so happy.

Jonathan: This guy’s addicted to getting married. I think he has a kink.

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Thank you for reading!

[chaithetics]

Yes! We all need a lazy day with tea, books, cuddles and Steven!

Thank you for reading and reblogging 🫶

Literary Cuddles

Pairing: Steven Grant x reader (GN) (Jake and Marc are mentioned but this is a Steven fic!) Word Count: 0.8K Dividers: @thecutestgrotto Warnings: None?! There's a kiss but it's just fluff! Not proofread lol. A/N: Only 4 of my fics have a wordcount under 2K (and 2 of them are me trying to write a 500ish fic lol) so I wanted to practice writing a shorter fic as I struggle with that. I really hope you enjoy it! Comments and reblogs are appreciated 🫶

It was raining today, pouring buckets and buckets. Not many dared to brave the outdoors today, you didn’t blame them and any that could be spotted from your window were clutching umbrellas and wrapped up in scarves and rain jackets. 

It didn’t bother you though, not in the slightest. It was the perfect weather for the perfect weekend you’d been needing. Jake and Marc wouldn’t hold it against you for wanting a quiet indoors weekend but Steven was the least likely to have any issue, you knew for a fact he loved these types of weekends and that made you feel happier for not wanting to leave the house and stay curled in. 

You sit on the sofa and watch Steven buzz around the kitchen like a bee, his gorgeous soft curls bouncing and him subconsciously putting his hand through them every twenty seconds as he prepares cups of tea for you both. 

After the sound of the kettle ringing, Steven pours the hot water into two mugs and after a few moments he comes back, carefully looking down and watching his feet with cautious steps to make sure he doesn’t trip over anything and spill the hot drinks. 

“Here you go, love.” Steven smiles and carefully hands the mug to you, making sure you have a good grip of it and it won’t spill. You blow on the mug and give it a sip even though you know it’ll be too hot. 

“Thanks, Steven.” You smile at him gratefully and wait for him to settle down on the couch next to you. 

Steven sits down and blows on the tea for a good minute before he takes a sip, his brow furrows and nose twitches as the temperature burns his tongue. It happens everytime. 

“Oh, my poor darling…” You smile playfully and put your mug down on a coaster nearby, you lean over to Steven and kiss his cheek softly. 

“If you’re going to kiss me now love, you could at least kiss me on the lips. It’s my mouth not my cheek.” He teases as he puts his mug down. 

You chuckle at his sweet and teasing words, sitting closer to him and pressing a soft kiss to his lips, you feel him smile against your lips. Steven kisses you back just as softly and lovingly. You can feel your cheeks heating up, his kisses always warm you up. 

After a moment you pull back and give his mouth a quick peck and chuckle. 

“All better?” 

“All better.” He smiles and caresses your cheek gently for a few seconds. His pupils are dilated and his brown eyes are as soft and warm as always, especially when looking at you. 

You both settle into your rainy weekend plans together on the couch. Steven wraps an arm around you and pulls you to cuddle into his side. He’s the best body pillow you could ever imagine needing and you love that it’s just his natural instinct to immediately have you nestle into his side. 

You lean into Steven, picking up a book you hadn’t read for the first, it’s been in your to be read pile for an embarrassingly long time. Steven starts to read a book as well, another one on ancient civilisations. 

He quickly becomes absorbed in the text, pausing occasionally to read an interesting passage to you with something new he’s learnt or expanding on a fact with the vast knowledge he has from all his other readings. He’s your handsome encyclopaedia. You do the same when there’s a sentence with prose that strikes you and he smiles as he looks down at you and listens to your beautiful voice recite what you’ve read. 

If only you narrated audiobooks, Steven would spend every minute he wasn’t with you listening to them. It would be the perfect combination of his two favourite things, you and reading! He smiles at the idea of that, it would make whenever he’s on the bus to work and not with you so much more enjoyable. Steven loves your voice, it’s so beautiful and the way you enunciate and pronounce words just gives him butterflies and makes him blush. 

These afternoons reading are peaceful and cosy, it’s a favourite pastime for you both now, a ‘regular’ really. You’ve both done it so many times now, that Steven can now confidently hold a book and turn pages with one hand as if it’s what he’s always done. He does it so that he can keep one arm wrapped around you and so he doesn’t obstruct your view or disrupt your literary cuddle session. It’s exactly like Steven, to be so thoughtful and nerdy all at once, it’s sweet and cute. You’re so grateful for him and how comfortable everything is. 

You smile as you look up and admire his gorgeous face and dreamy lashes as he reads another fact out to you about Egyptian mythology. There’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

Tagging: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

[jashiethh]

❗ SPOILERS FOR MK FINALE

Watched MoonKnight the other day (loved it, also this audio is like the entire show summarised)

[pygmi-cygni]

pygmi you have consumed me w that pervy steven thing …

it’s one of my favorite hcs, that he’s just a secret freak

if you’d be okay with it, can you pls write more for him 🥺 it can be anything you want ily v dearly

ok :)

cw: recording, consensual relationship, kind of a weird format, pussy eating king Steven, marc interlude, oral both ways, heavy praise kink

Steven, literally, cannot function without an action/reward system. He will not. So with careful consideration, you've decided to give him a weekly "day" that he can relax and do whatever he wants.

tldr: he's a spoiled little bitch.

And his favorite reward...

He'd been lapping at your folds for some time now, lazily perusing the silken petals with the casualty of browsing the fiction shelf. You were laid back, letting the orgasms hit you as they came. Nobody was in a particular rush; the TV was laying in the background, a cup of water nearby, some snacks, and Steven could just sit and do his favorite thing as long as he wanted to.

sometimes that 'day' turned into two days. He's never been good at time management, and have you ever tried pushing off a pussydrunk Steven? No you have not, because it's impossible.

Sleep came quicky for him. His lips were still attached to your clit, suckling lightly as he slept. Every once in a while he'd latch on particularly hard, jolting you from your dozing. Your protesting whines fell on deaf ears as he snuggled closer, fingers kneading into your thighs.

Those rewards were special, and you had to cap a limit. Or else it would be on sight, and nothing would ever get done. Marc constantly complained about how much you were spoiling Steven, the little pervert, so much so that he almost didn't want to work at all.

So, you compromised.

Steven was a champ at eating you out. One of his favorite parts was the ample praise you'd lavish over him at every stroke of his tongue. It made him harder than he thought possible.

Ever the little exhibitionist, he decided to set up an audio recorder. Whenever you saw the little red light blinking, you'd moan louder, rock harder, and leak praise like a faucet.

"Unh...St-Steven, fuck..." the rustle of his hair being gripped by your fingers as he sucked the life out of you, moaning into your plush, pink mess. The recorder was high quality; every little sound amplified. Even your little mewls that made his heart stir and his cock twitch were audible over the obscene smacking and slurping of Steven's mouth. "Good boy, Steven...Doin' good, baby, o-oh..."

Steven cherished those tapes, and nobody was allowed to touch them. He waited till Marc was out to put them away, so he was the only one who knew where they were.

If he's feeling a little dirtier than usual, he'll record you sucking him off. The wet, loud, moaning mess of you and the sound of him ruining you sends shivers down his back.

He can see it. You, on your knees, his thick length pistoning into your soft mouth. Mascara tears and those shining, lovestruck eyes. The track whirrs, grunts and moans crackling in the silence. The wet slick of your tongue dragging against his length as you clutch his thighs for dear life. Steven inhales sharply, palming himself through his jeans. God, what a little minx...

And....you never said he couldn't do anything with them. So....if he's having a bad day at work? That little MP3 player he found in Jake's car hooks up nicely to a pair of earbuds...

Is that classical music he's listening to on the bus?

No.

No, it is not.

tags!

@krakenkitty @ominoose @bulletgoth @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @justsomeonecalledemma

@iolaussharpe-24 @rosegnome @twwcs @heeheehoohoofictimr @steven-grants-world

@ael-xander @to-be-a-sunshine @weasleyswizarding-wheezes @silvernight-m @lonelyisamyw-0love 

@unear7hly @chaithetics @ominoose @buckyssugarchick

[guiltea22]

[chaithetics]

Oscar Isaac Characters x Reader with Tics HCs

Pairing: Multiple Oscar Isaac characters (Steven Grant, Jake Lockley, Marc Spector, Nathan Bateman, Richard Muñoz, Anselm Vogelweide, Miguel O'Hara) x GN reader with tics. Request: Oscar Isaac characters helping reader on a bad tic day? Word count: 2.6K Dividers by: @saradika-graphics Warnings: Mentions of tic attacks and injuries, no physical descriptions, reader has tics but no specific tics disorder. Tried to keep this fluffy. Not proofread! A/N: Thank you for this request and for sharing your experiences with me! I hope you and everyone else enjoy it. Dear Americans, I used an english word and candy not sweets! (that's why it's in caps!) Comments and reblogs are appreciated!🫶 More disabled reader fics.

Steven Grant

Steven’s always patient and gentle and he’s been that exact compassionate way whenever you’ve had tic attacks, he’s there for you and doesn’t put more attention or pressure on you when it happens. He’s never made you feel bad or embarrassed about having tic attacks or when you’d have clapping your hands or clicking your fingers in public, he’ll only bring attention to it to check in on you when you look uncomfortable, in pain or he can tell you’re having a tic attack. Steven tries really hard to understand what’s like for you and how to best support you, he’s never seen it as a chore or a burden, it’s just one of his many acts of love.

When you’re having a tic attack he’s immediately at your side, his eyes flicker around to see if there’s anything you’ll injure yourself on. Steven then moves things around a bit frantically and helps you however he can and in ways that you can communicate in the moment or have talked about in the past. Steven tries to use distractions as a way to provide some relief and break the tic attack. He’ll start gently asking you questions about your day, he’ll tell you about the newest facts he’s learnt and books he’s read about ancient Egypt. 

He keeps a container stocked to the brim with different fidget toys and he’ll get them out to help distract you and hopefully help break a tic and prevent you from hurting yourself. He has chewable fidget toys for tics involving biting or teeth grinding, ones for you to squeeze and hold in your hands to try and help with the motor tics in your hands and arms. Steven does everything he can to give you some kind of sensory and mental distraction to try and help while you’re going through an attack. Afterwards he’s more than happy to make you a cup of tea with some biscuits and bring all your favourite snacks to cuddle in bed. He’ll also keep the container of fidget toys nearby and he’ll fidget with them as well as you rest and share snacks.

Richard Muñoz

Richard was your sweet neighbour, you’d seen him walking his cute little dog Bianca before and had done the neighbourly thing of waving to each other when you saw each other in your driveways. Neighbourly things, but you hadn’t interacted for a real conversation or anything like that until one day you’d been having a terrible day. You’d had constant physical tics, your body was in pain and all your muscles ached. You’d been coming home and you had to stop and sit in your front yard right by the driveway and take deep breaths. One breath in, another out, you tried to focus on your breathing in order to not think about how you felt like you were going to collapse. You squeezed your eyes shut as your arm waved out and your shoulder spasmed. 

Richard had noticed you being outside, he hadn’t seen you just sit down like that before and as he looked closer he couldn’t help but see the discomfort in your face. Richard will debate for a moment if he should approach or not because of his anxiety. But he���ll decide to pop out to check on you, Richard will come outside and ask how you are. 

As your body shudders and his eyes widen a little you try to explain as quickly as you can with the few words you can speak. Richard’s an empathetic person and he’s used to stressful situations because of his work environment. He crouches down and asks if you’d like him to stay. You shudder again and give a small nod seconds before your neck painfully spasms. 

Richard sits with you the whole time, he’s great at being a calm presence, you’ll quickly learn. After your tic attack has finished he insists on you going next door to him so he can cook for you so you can get some good nutrition and soul food and have someone around in case you need it. 

It’s not long before you know Richard well and get together. He’s a calm, supportive presence during all tic attacks and he listens to you talk about your tics and what the attacks are like. After you’ve had tic attacks, Bianca will sit in your lap as a fluffy weighted blanket if you’re feeling up for it and if not she’ll sit near you in silent support. Her and Richard have both become big fans of you. 

He makes you his favourite meals and he’ll sit with you and play telenovelas on his television while you sit on the couch. It’s a nice distraction and he’ll explain the elaborate plots of past episodes and seasons you’ve missed while you watch, his eyes get wide and light up each time he does. You give him just as much comfort as he gives you, if not more.

Jake Lockley

His brow immediately furrows in concern as he sees you. He worries that you’re having a bad tic day because of stress and he’s a man of action. He wants to be practical with his support while also pampering you and making everything that he can easier for you. Everything. 

As he tries to help you lay down without getting in your way or putting too much pressure on you, he moves the bedding around in order to create a soft cosy nest in the bed with blankets and pillows for you to rest in but he carefully arranges everything to make sure that nothing could end up as some choking or injury hazard. Jake’s listened to you speak about your lived experiences and been around long enough to know that fatigue makes your tics worse and that having tic attacks is also extremely physically and emotionally exhausting. 

Jake hopes that some rest might help ease up the tics and that if you’re more comfortable it’ll make it easier to feel better. Jake also knows that this is much safer than being on the couch or sitting down somewhere, your muscles are seizing up and spasming, he’s not going to have you fall or injure yourself. 

“Ay, mi vida…” Jake softly whispers as he watches you, he gently caresses your trembling arm with a feather light touch as your neck jerks to the left. 

It hurt, it really did. It was sore and you already knew that because of the pain and deep ache in your neck from all the neck spasming and head jerking from this tic attack, that you’d feel the pain and then be reminded of the tic attack and it would come back later. 

“Just take some nice breaths for me, amor… It’s okay. It’ll pass.” Jake whispers softly, his voice is so gentle as he watches you and he keeps gently caressing your arm as you lay there in bed. You try to take some deep breaths, to regulate your system to the best of your ability. 

After one of the longest 30 something minutes in your life, the tic attacks ends and you close your eyes, inhaling a deep shuddery breath before you open them and he looks at you smiling. You give him a small smile when you can manage it. Jake spends the rest of the night pampering you in bed and encouraging you to rest. 

Nathan Bateman

You were sitting on the floor in one of the many living room-esque spaces in the secluded compound, the only air your body would let you breathe in were short quick breaths, the air never making its way all the way down and you knew it was just adding to the stress. 

You’d been grunting for a few minutes and your jaw ached, it would be no surprise if a bruise appeared over the next day. It wouldn’t be your first and it wouldn’t be your last. A motor tic attack had come on and you’d been punching yourself. You felt woozy as it came on and knew it was best to sit down. As your muscles spasmed and ached you felt like you were going to collapse. At least Nathan had plush carpet installed in this room, it made it feel the tiniest bit safer than if this attack had started in one of the more colder parts of the compound. 

That was how Nathan found you, sitting on the floor, tense, teary eyed and witnessing you just punch yourself. Nathan’s eyes widened and his brows shot up higher in concern. He could tell you were having a tic attack and a more harmful one. Nathan was a certified genius with all the headlines and degrees to prove it, when he’d met you and you’d told him about your tics and what that looked like for you. He nodded, mentally noting down each word you’d said. Nathan had then read every peer-reviewed journal article to ever been published and was impressively educated on tics now. He still let you lead how you wanted to go about things though. 

Nathan pulls some of the cushions off of the sofa nearby and puts them around you to try and help alleviate some of the physical and emotional stress your body is going through. He gives you space though, knowing that any physical touch or hovering just wouldn’t help right now. After a moment he leans back on his heels and then speaks to the impressive system built into the house and your favourite song starts to play. He hums quietly to it as a low stakes distraction. 

“Just some nice deep breaths for me, love,” he says gently and looks at you earnestly. The tone is too gentle for his usual arrogance, it’s moments like this you remember he’s human, just another AI humanoid in a closet. 

You take some breaths, slowly your body starts to relax and you feel better. Nathan picks you up to lay you on the couch, he kisses your forehead and then goes to the kitchen for a brief moment. 

“Here, your blood sugar is probably low and your brain- nevermind, just eat.” He says once he’s back and places a tall glass of juice down on the glass coffee table and a bowl of CANDY near you. 

Nathan then sits down at the end of the sofa, placing a comfortable cushion onto his lap for you to rest your head on and a fuzzy, warm blanket over you as he caresses your cheek gently.

Anselm Vogelweide

Your body had been spasming, you didn’t know how long it had been going on for but one spasm on its own was terrible, let alone feeling your muscles tense and then untense before tensing up again for at least minutes. Your body wasn’t giving you any respite as this happened. “Oh my sweet, dear.” Anselm says as he walks into the bedroom and sees you in bed like this, your muscles spasming and your face coloured in discomfort. 

Anselm doesn’t touch you during your tic attacks, especially when you’re experiencing muscle spasms but he’ll always stay nearby and wait. Watching, he grimaces whenever he sees you in pain, due to his long history of chronic pain he understands the physical toll this takes on your body and he takes it seriously. He’ll stay with you and support you however he can, he’ll softly speak about his latest winnings and some business that’s definitely all legal. He’ll communicate with you on what you need based on what you’ve talked about in the past and what’s manageable for you during each tic attack, whether it’s you speaking, or nodding or moving a finger. 

Afterwards, you’ll lie in bed and he’ll offer to gently massage any limb that’s sore from your spasms and if you want acupuncture or a more professional massage therapist than him, he’ll have some renowned practitioner (that he’ll have a unique connection to) at the estate before you can blink. 

“Oh my dear, whatever you need is yours. Always.” Is what he’ll say to whatever you need and then his staff will come in with water, your favourite drinks and snacks so you can rest, eat, and hydrate to replenish any spoons you’ve lost.

Miguel O'Hara

Miguel’s done plenty of research on tics, he’s listened to every word you utter and experience you’ve shared and then read thousands and thousands of journal articles and textbooks. Technically speaking, he knows more than any of your doctors but you won’t tell them that.  

Miguel immediately knelt down as he went over to see you. He had noticed that you’d been snapping your fingers often earlier that day but here you were, shaking and snapping your fingers and squeezing your eyes shut. His red eyes focus on you as he thinks, he quickly leaps over to a desk and finds a stress ball and a first aid kit. He gives you a stress ball to try holding, hoping it’ll help with your tic. 

It’s not easy to hold but it’s helping a little, as it slows down slightly he asks if he can try putting band-aids onto your fingers, you’d both talked about it before. You shudder and give a small nod, with Miguel’s extra-human gifts he does it in a blink of an eye, quicker than humanly possible and with so much ease you barely notice. Something for the better and something that’ll hopefully help with preventing your fingers and hands from getting raw and sore. 

Miguel has Lyla play a breathing exercise audio that’s been tailored just for you to help you focus and regulate your breathing to help with the tic attack. After your tic attack is finally over, Miguel has your blood pressure and other vitals checked and then gives you a tall glass of water and electrolytes to drink. Miguel then has your favourite sweet treats and snacks high in sodium and other nutrients his research has told him is useful. Miguel will then sit with you on his lap and have your favourite film playing.

Marc Spector

Marc is someone who has had to do a lot of learning but he’s been willing to nonetheless. When he sees you in a tic attack that can be quite harmful to yourself, he has to pause for a moment and remind himself that ‘stopping’ the tic won’t make it go away or any easier for you. And that while it’s uncomfortable for him to see you in this type of pain and distress, it’s a million times worse for him than it is for you. 

If you’re banging your head or arms against a hard surface he won’t ever try to restrain you, instead he’ll go and get pillows to put it between you and the surface to soften the impact. Marc will quickly check for any safety risks like sharp and hard objects and surfaces and he’ll help you move if needed. He’ll stay with you but he’ll give you space because he knows that’s important, he doesn’t want to add more to what you’re going through, he won’t hover or pester but instead support you however he can with what helps and what you can consent to right now and have agreed to in the past. 

Marc will get you water and snacks during and after, he’ll give you cuddles and any kind of physical touch you’re okay with and want afterwards. He’ll get heat pads and gels ready for any sore muscles and keep quietly handing you glasses of water before you spend the night cuddling in all those comfy pillows and cosy blankets.

[evilbubu]

guys. think about this. moon boys, Layla, khonshu and Harrow in an episode of Kitchen Nightmares with Gordon Ramsey. are you following me???? Can you see the vision???

for example:

Gordon: your menu and this decor looks absolutely shit. when was the last time you updated it? 45 BC?

Khonshu, restaurant owner: I hate this white man!

Layla, waitress: The only reason I'm still here is because he hasn't fired me yet. I stole 12 plates. 6 forks and 8 cups, in front of him and he JUST KEEPS REPLACING THEM. HELP. ME.

Steven, cook: hey, nice to meet you!

Gordon: hello.

Marc and Jake walk in

Gordon: OH FUCK ME, THERE'S THREE OF YOU!

Gordon: who the fuck is this guy?

Layla: That's Harrow, we don't really like him, he stays in the freezer most of the time.

Gordon: what

Layla: don't worry about it :3

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

LDOSJCPRJGOEJ SOBBING! THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL!!!

Precaution

Moon boys x afab!reader

Wanna get tagged?

Summary: You feel like starting to get sick. The boys take action.

Content: Marc being Marc, Jake feeds reader at first, wholesome.

A/n: Felt like getting a cold couple days ago but it turned out to be nothing but a stuffed nose and some sneezing. Welp.

You woke up with a throat drier than sand, a full nose and feet as cold as ice.

Steven was sleeping perfectly fine next to you with his face buried in his pillow.

As bad as you wanted to just shove your feet into Steven's blanket, your dry throat made you want to drink liters of water.

With a soft groan, popping your bones and putting socks on, you got up and headed into the kitchen.

The clock along your way showed 2:45 AM. An ungodly time for an ungodly feeling.

In the kitchen the first thing you did was downing two and a half glasses of water.

Your throat was feeling so much better with all the water, but your nose was still stuffed so you grabbed some tissue and took care of it.

Both nostrils breathing in fresh air. The best feeling.

Just a second later you heard the soft padding of feet approaching the kitchen.

When he came into view, he was rubbing his eyes.

"Hi luv." Steven spoke up with a sleepy voice.

"Hi." you smiled.

Steven went to the fridge, opening it and grabbing the milk. "It's like 3 AM, can't sleep?" he asked, pouring milk in a glass and putting it back in the fridge.

You shrugged, "Woke up with a dry throat."

Steven eyed you with worry, sipping on his milk. "Don't catch a cold now."

You gave a smile. "Nope."

"Did you open the window again? Maybe that's why."

"Yeah... but only for five minutes... well, until I fell asleep." you admit sheepishly.

Steven shot a lazy smirk. "Oh wow."

You shrug. "Anyways, I'm heading back to sleep, you coming?"

He nodded, putting the glass down and followed you back into bed.

"See you in the mornin' love." he smiled, giving you a peck on the cheek before he fell asleep.

You moved closer to him, feeling how so much warmer he is compared to your blanket.

A cheeky smile tugged on your lips, your ice cold feet inching closer into his blanket, immediately feeling his heat.

Wanting more heat, you slipped both feet inside, brushing them against his feet.

He jumped at the cold feeling. "What's that thing!?" it wasn't Steven anymore, instead it was Marc now.

You snort. "That thing is my feet."

Marc turned to face you. "Shit, you're really catching a cold, huh?"

"No, my feet are just cold!" you argue, slipping your feet under Marc's.

Marc pulled his covers up and reached out to pull you close, bringing the covers back down over you. "Fine, let me warm you up."

You immediately melt into the heat he provided. "Much better, thanks."

He pulled you into his arms, wrapping them tightly around you. "You know, you could have asked." he chuckled.

In mere seconds you were out cold thanks to the warmth.

Couple hours later you woke up to an empty bed. Feeling refreshed, you sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and sitting up.

The smell of vegetables was in the air, some herbs and even chicken.

Then the door opened and Jake came in.

"Ooh, getting sick now, sweetheart?"

You blinked confused at him. "Um? No?"

"Dry throat, stuffed nose and cold feet are a mean sign of catching a cold."

"But I'm feeling perfectly fine.."

Jake grins. "Until it comes back with a smack."

"What are you trying to tell me?"

He shrugged. "Precautions, sweetheart."

You smile. "Jake, I appreciate your offer but really, I'm feeling good." you said softly.

"No no no, you will thank us for it, trust me." Jake insisted.

Your nose was stuffed some more. "Pwease, don't work your asses off just because of me." you sniffled.

Jake grins again. "Mi amor, when our girl gets sick we of course do everything we can to get her well fast."

You sniffled again, pouting at him.

"Ay, we're just trying to prevent you from getting sick." Jake walked over to you to pinch your side playfully.

"Jake!" you threw an exaggerated pout, watching Jake proceeding to the door.

"You wait here, we bring everything when it's done!" he smirks over his shoulder before disappearing again.

About 10 minutes later, Jake returned with a plate of soup and steaming tea.

"Sit up sweetheart, you're getting fed." Jake smiled, putting the plate down on the nightstand, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Jake please, I feel awful with you pampering me." you chuckle.

"Ah-ah. No complaints." Jake playfully wagged his finger.

You sat up against the headboard. "The soup smells delicious." you smile.

Jake spooned up some soup, blowing a bit and moved it close to your lips. "Marc and I made the soup." Jake smirked.

Parting your lips, you leaned in a bit, allowing Jake to guide the spoon into your mouth. "You and Marc are a dangerous compilation." you chuckle as Jake moved the spoon out.

The herbs mixed with the vegetables hit your tastebuds, the chicken lingering in your mouth after swallowing.

Jake chuckles, "But it's good, huh?" he got another spoonful of soup to your lips.

"Delicious." you parted your lips, letting Jake feed you.

"Oh and Steven made the tea. Green tea." he grins, pulling the spoon out, spooning up soup again.

You made a face and parted your lips. "Ugh, green tea."

"Don't worry, he put honey in it so it won't taste that gross." he fed you again, then put the spoon down and got up.

"Now, eat that soup and drink the tea. And don't fool us, or you will get sick." Jake smiled, flicking your nose then left the room.

You ate the soup in peace, feeling warmed up well and full.

Later, Steven checked in on you, seeing the soup and tea already empty.

"All done, luv?" he smiled widely.

Nodding, you pulled the covers up your chin. "Yes, I already feel better, thanks." you smiled contently.

"That's wonderful. Now since you're feeling better, how 'bout we just lounge around on the couch, watch your favorite show?"

"Can we rewatch The Mandalorian?" you grin.

"Of course." Steven smiled.

You followed him into the living room, sitting down while Steven went into the kitchen.

When he came back, he brought some snacks and set everything up.

You immediately knew Marc was back.

He flipped the remote control in his hands as if it was a blaster, doing the same pose and motion of Mando shooting.

"Alright, who's ready for some Mando action?"

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Taglist: @nekoyin @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

[erinptah]

The Chaos In You (and you, and you, and...) version of the "Marc puts his heart in Steven's hands" moment.

Zillah always thought she was Marc-and-Steven's shared daemon. Then, in the Duat, Steven comes into his own...and now, when Steven touches her, she and Marc feel it.

[nessarolla-in-constant-flux]

Another one!

[bizzar-o-h]

quick little steven for warm up