Spider-man brainrot time :))

Jase | he/him | 20 | Virgo | Oscar Isaac fan first, everything else second

[pisces-spector]

Welcome!!

Hi, I'm Jase, I'm 20 and my pronouns are he/him. I'm a Virgo sun, Cancer moon, and Scorpio rising. I'm currently obsessed with Spider-man/the spider-verse (clearly) also very onto Moon knight :))

I'm a fanfic writer (mostly male/gender neutral reader) and an artist, and I enjoy yearning over fictional men.

Hope you enjoy!! :))

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Masterlist under the cut

Coffees and Sweaters

Moon Knight

-Steven Grant

-Steven Grant x gn!reader

Warmth

-Steven Grant x gn!reader

Across the Spiderverse

Coming soon... (Hopefully)

[guruan]

You know you're in trouble if he takes the glasses off

Here the result of talking with my friend about how cool were the glasses of Miguel in the concept art 😂

So I was trying to justify the decision of not including them, and was like "maybe because he has super sight or something:( he doesn't need them"

And she was "BUT what if they're SUNGLASSES, those that darken with light and are clear indoors?!"

I could only gasp at her big brain 😆😆

She also infected my mind with the prompt of "Imagine him taking his glasses off all pissed off" and I was SCREAMING

So yeah, *coughs*, I'm very normal about this.

(The first one I was thinking about him being busy and getting interrupted 😂 not too happy about that)

[accurate-spiderverse-quotes]

Miguel: And that concludes our meeting!

Miguel: Now, let's see how much you guys were paying attention

*Kahoot music starts playing*

[uzuriartonline]

Miguel O’Hara is so 🔥

[logannotator]

whenever he came into the screen so did i.

[ghxstmxchine]

ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱʜɪᴘ ʙʀᴀᴄᴇʟᴇᴛꜱ

ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ is always absentmindedly playing with it, twirling the loose ends around his finger and shifting it from one wrist to the other throughout the day. He’s stressed, being spiderman isn’t easy, but there’s a comfort that comes with the bracelet. He always smiles when he glances down at the beads spelling out your initials, knowing that once this whole stressful day is over he can finally unwind with you later. It’s a constant reminder to keep pushing.

ʜᴏʙɪᴇ keeps it tied around his wrist tight, lost amongst his many silver bracelets and studded cuffs but the pop of color from the carefully chosen threads stands out. It clashes with the rest of his punk persona but he’s always one to favor handmade gifts, sticking it to capitalism or something. But it’s also the fact it came from you that he can’t help but love it, even at the end of the day when he’s shed the studded jewelry and heavy leather jacket, the bracelet stays on. 

ᴘᴀᴠɪᴛʀ treats it like it’s made from solid gold, something to be cherished and worn until the threads have come undone. It’s almost impossible to catch him without the bracelet on, only taking it off when deemed unsafe to wear it. He couldn’t stop talking about it the minute you’d given him the bracelet, quick to interject conversations with other spiders just so he can show off your work with pride. He’s beaming brighter than the sun, there’s something so sweet in how much he adores everything that reminds him of you. 

ɢᴡᴇɴ was more nervous than excited at first, the last thing she wanted to do was break something you put the time and effort into making her. She at first hides it in her drum kit where she keeps all other things she loves, too scared to accidentally ruin it. But you reassure her it’s okay, it’s just a simple threaded bracelet. Just cherish it while she has it, she always has you to make another. She wears it more often now, sometimes coming to you under the guise of having you “fix” it but she just wants to see you.

ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ rolls his eyes when you offer him it, but still begrudgingly holds out his arm so you can tie it onto his wrist. He tells you the minute it gets in the way he’ll take it off, but it’s been tied firmly around his wrist for months with no intention of budging. He may act like it’s just a simple bracelet but you’ve seen how his eyes soften whenever he’s toying with it, a gentle smile wavering across his face as he straightens out the letter beads and makes sure no threads are loose.

ɴᴏɪʀ helps you make it, he’s unsure of what colors he’s picking out but likes the ones that are so different in their shades. He trusts you to make him something beautiful, watching intently as you carefully make the bracelet for him. For him, you focus on design rather than color, the knots pulling together into a pretty daisy chain made from the threads. He’s not sure on whether or not the colors were a good choice, but he’s in love with the sweet little design you made him.

[caesarsalad-with-extra-updog]

He looks like a soggy cat in this screenshot and it's my new favorite reaction pic now

[fernacular]

I could make serious fanart

Or I could make some of the stupidest shit anyone has ever seen

[stepherscorner]

[keira-draws]

"You think you own this body?"

[pisces-spector]

Moon knight meets teddiursa

[macbethoff]

!!!!Moon Knight spoiler!!!!

Keep reading

[novelbear]

sleepy dialogue for your otp

"getting sleepy, aren't we?"

"i'm...m'up i swear."

"you're blurring your words together, time for bed."

"this is like the fifth time you've yawned in two minutes."

"love, wake up..."

"we're here, come on."

"how long was i out?"

"babe, you can barely keep your eyes open...let's go."

"you're putting me to sleep...stop."

"you look like you're going to fall asleep on your feet."

"do we have to get up?"

"five more minutes."

"shhh...stop fighting and get some rest."

"twenty minutes?" "fine..."

"you look adorable even in your sleep."

"you're so warm."

"well good evening, nice of you to join us."

"babe, are you up?"

"i'm gonna hang up now, kay?" "wait...no."

"goodnight, love."

[pisces-spector]

Warmth

A lil fic I wrote while my friend was at work and I was bored. Hope you enjoy :))

Steven Grant x gn!reader

Word count: 714

Warning/content: just fluff :))

You feel the warm sunlight on your face as you stir awake. Blinking your eyes open, you glance out the window of the small dark apartment before looking down at the body peacefully sleeping besides you. He's warmer than the light on your face as he fully wraps himself around you. It's a comfortable warmth. A safe warmth. You're bodies being tangled together like this makes you feel safer than either of you ever had in your life before you met.

Steven has struggled a lot with getting sleep. Used to be something that terrified him. He actively tried to avoid it, as to have some control in his life.

That was until he met you. You had brought some warmth back to his life. You didn't make all of his problems disappear over night, but you did make him feel safe which made things worlds better. He could finally get a good night of sleep when you were by his side. Like he is right now.

You take a moment to look at his peaceful face, half barely visible from being smushed into the pillow beside your head. You appreciate how his long eyelashes rest against his slightly flushed cheeks, how his beautiful curls flop onto his forehead, how his strong handsome features look on his soft sleeping face, how his whole body seems to relax when he sleeps next to you. God he's beautiful. Both asleep and awake.

You run your hand up and down his back a few times before your fingers make their way up his neck and into his hair. You softly scratch over his head a few times before he starts to stir.

His eyebrows knit together in confusion for a moment before he relaxes completely once again. A soft content hum comes out as he cuddles into you even more. You see the softest sleepy smile on his face before he presses it into you neck.

"Good morning, darling," you whisper with a kiss to his forehead.

He lets out another little hum, pushing his nose farther into your neck, you can feel the stubble starting to grow on his chin. His voice is thick with sleep, "Morning, love."

You can't help but smile at how cute and sleepy he is. "Did you sleep well, my love?" you ask.

"Mhm," he hums out, "s'always good when I'm next to you."

You let out a small giggle and press another soft kiss to his head. He's so sweet. "How'd you sleep?" he returns the question.

"It was alright. Had this guy squishing me all night though," you joke.

"Hey!" he shouts, pulling his head from your neck to look at your face, "you love being squished by me."

You chuckle, "I do love it."

He smiles at you. You can't help but look into his warm brown eyes. In the early morning light it looks like they were full of specks of gold. You smile back. His gaze was on your eyes too. It was so full of love.

After a few moments he leans forward to press a gentle sleepy kiss to your lips. His lips were soft and warm, you could feel the scratch of his morning stubble on your skin. You deepen the kiss as much as you can in your half awake state. You feel a deep warmth fill you body. The kiss felt so special yet so normal. You kiss like this every morning, and everytime you can feel how he puts all of his love and affection into it, and he has a lot of love and affection to give.

He pulls away, his eyes blinking open to look into yours once again.

"Hi," you breathe out.

He smiles and tightens his arms around you. "Hi, love."

"I love you so much," you tell him. It's not the first time, not by a longshot, but you know he still likes to hear it.

"I love you so much too," he start, "I don't know how I got so lucky."

Your fingers are back in his hair, brushing through it in just the way he likes. "I think I'm the lucky one, darling." you respond.

You spend the rest of the morning in bed together, surrounded by warmth and love in each others arms.

[mymccnknight]

this,,,

this is the best moon knight comic panel to ever exist.

khonshu fishing, the boys getting excited and going to see what he has, steven calling him "k-man", the fishing gear,,, it's so perfect

[mymccnknight]

Can you please write a steven and marc x reader where marc and the reader get into a fight and later steven comforts reader and tells marc to get over himself and apologize to the reader

thank you for the request, i hope you enjoy <3

marc spector x gender neutral reader x steven grant

warnings/content: established relationship, arguments, lil bit of angst/hurt, lots of comfort, they make up at the end and it's super cute and fluffy

word count: 1.5k

"Why are you being so difficult about this?"

Marc turned to you, a seething look on his face. If you didn't know any better, you'd be looking for a way to escape before the fight inevitably escalated. But, fortunately for you, you did know better, and you knew that he'd never so much as think about laying a finger on you.

"Difficult? Really? If anything, you're the one being difficult!"

You scoffed, throwing your hands up in exasperation. "How am I being difficult when all I want is for you to be safe?"

"You're acting like I'm made of glass." He began to pace, taking long strides back and forth across the room as he shook his head in anger. "You know that's not true, you know I have Khonshu on my side."

"Yeah, well Knonshu's not gonna be much help if he's gone again, is he? What if you're alone, Marc, somewhere where you can't call for help? What are you supposed to do then? What if Khonshu can't save you this time?"

"Of course he will, why wouldn't he? I'm his Moon Knight, he needs me!"

"And so do I!"

The room fell silent, Marc's footfalls dying off as he paused and turned to you. You could tell by the anger swirling freely in his eyes that he wanted to say more, needed to say more, but he stopped himself. There was nothing more to say, not if the two of you wanted to remain semi-civil.

As he realised this, he clenched his fists, the sound of his knuckles cracking piercing the air, before storming out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.

All you could do was laugh, one devoid of humour, and drop to the edge of the bed as you crossed your arms. Now that you were alone and it was silent, you became aware of the heavy downpour outside, the sky murky as dark clouds hovered over the city, and you assumed Marc hadn't noticed either as he didn't take a coat with him.

He was only in a t-shirt and jeans and you knew that he wasn't going to come back and admit defeat so quickly, no matter the weather. At this realisation, you had half the mind to grab his coat and race after him, making sure he was all bundled up before he got sick, but the other part of you wanted nothing to do with him as you seethed, and so could do was wait for him to get back.

A few hours later, the door opened and in he walked, dripping wet with his head bowed. You ran over, towel already in hand, and wrapped it around his shivering body, the fight barely a thought in your mind.

"Oh, honey," you whispered, feeling how wet his shirt was as you rubbed another towel over his arms, trying to help as much as you could. "You could have come back earlier, it's okay."

"He needed to clear his head first," Steven replied, his voice trembling. You supposed it made sense for him to front, but it still took you by surprise. "It's okay, love, I've given him a stern talking to."

You managed a small smile as you bought him over to the bed, telling him to wait beside it as you got some clothes for him to change into. "Does he not want to talk to me?"

"Oh, no, he does, I just wanted to talk to you first."

You placed his clothes down onto the bed, reaching out to help rid him of his shirt. It stuck to his skin and he let out a soft groan, thanking you as you used the towel to dry him off. "What about?"

"First of all," he started, reaching over you to grab the shirt you got out for him and tugging it over his head. "I want to make sure that you're okay." He began to tug off his trousers, struggling as they clung to him. "So, are you okay?"

"You're too sweet, but you don't have to worry about me."

"Of course I do, love. I'll always worry about you, all the time and no matter what." He grabbed the pyjama pants from the bed and began pulling them up over his legs. "That argument was pretty intense, innit? Gotta make sure you're alright and all. Can't have you feeling sad now, can we?"

You couldn't help the smile that graced your face, "You're too cute."

Steven gave you a lopsided grin, "So I've been told." He sat down on the edge of the bed, rubbing at his thighs anxiously before reaching out to you, taking your hand as you sat beside him. "So you're alright, yeah?"

"Yeah, I'm okay."

"Are you sure? I mean, not like I don't trust you or anything, of course I do, it's just that I don't want you to feel like you ever have to lie to me, or- wait, I'm not saying that you would ever lie to me, of course, it's just that-"

"Steven."

"-if you weren't actually feeling okay then I just want you to know that-"

"Steven!"

He paused, sending you a sheepish smile. "Sorry, sorry, I'm rambling a bit, aren't I?"

You grinned, squeezing his hands. "Little bit."

"So you're okay, right?"

"Yeah, I promise." You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Did you have anything else to say?"

He looked confused for a moment before sending you another small smile. "I think that was all, not sure why I said the whole 'first of all' thing, really."

You smiled back, running your thumb over his knuckles as you appreciated the comfort of his hands in yours. "Is Marc around?"

"He is."

"Can I talk to him?"

Steven nodded, leaning over to press another kiss to your lips before pulling back entirely, letting go of your hands and leaving you feeling cold, and in an instant, Marc was looking at you, an unreadable expression on his face. "Hi."

"Hi to you, too."

Before you could say anything else, Marc's expression dropped and he looked at you with guilt. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have gone off on you like that, and… and I shouldn't have run away. I get that you just want me safe, I really do, but in the heat of the moment, it felt as though you didn't want me to do the one thing I feel like I have control over, ya'know? I don't know how, how to explain myself without sounding so... I don't know."

You reached out for him, hesitating momentarily before taking his hands in yours, the warmth and weight of them making you feel grounded. "You don't have to explain yourself."

"But I do. You don't deserve some half-assed apology, not from me or anyone else. You deserve more than that, and you deserve someone who doesn't storm out at the first sign of confrontation. Someone..." He averted his eyes, shoulders slumping as he whispered "Someone like Steven."

It was as if someone punched you right in the gut. There wasn't enough time for you to mask the despair on your face and you could tell Marc caught sight of it by the way he dropped your hands immediately and turned his body away from you.

Reaching out to cup his face, you turned his head so that he was looking toward you once more, running the pad of your thumb over his still-cold cheek. "Marc, I love and deserve you and Steven. I love you both equally for similar and for different reasons, but trust me when I say that neither of those reasons is because the two of you react or treat things differently. I love you, no matter what, because you are good, Marc. Because you are good, and beautiful, and protective and strong and smart and sweet. Like I said earlier, I need you, and I just want you to be safe. I'm not angry at you for wanting to fight, to save lives. In fact, I'm proud of you for being so protective. But I just want you to be safe."

He looked close to tears as he took your hands in his again, brushing his thumb over you knuckles with a shaky breath. "I know, I'm sorry." Leaning forward, he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. "Do you forgive me?"

"Of course I do, sweetheart. Do you forgive me?"

"I do. I love you."

"I love you, too," you said through a smile, fighting back the tears in your eyes. "So much. More than you'll ever know, sweetheart."

He leaned forward to press his lips against yours, pouring all his love into the kiss. His hands moved to your hips and he lifted you up with ease, tugging you onto his lap and pulling you into an earth-shattering hug. "You mean so much to me, I don't know what I'd do without you. I love you more than I can ever explain."

"I don't know what I'd with you either."

The two of you clung to each other, neither of you wanting to be the first to let go, and just for that moment, everything felt right in the world.

[starks-hero]

my saviour <3