thinking about jake lockley in an apron and briefs kneading bread with flour on his nose and all over his arms, the muscles bunching and flexing as his fingers curl the dough into a smooth ball to rest before he begins to braid it into a masterpiece
thinking about marc spector, dressed in dark, tight clothes without a speck of food on him, chopping vegetables and meat for dinner, so particular about keeping the knives and boards separate, adding it all to the pot and propping the spice cabinet open to season it all and bringing it up to heat and filling the flat with mouthwatering, savory aroma
thinking about steven grant with his glasses perched on the end of his nose as he trails his blunt fingertip down the page in the recipe book propped open on the counter, powdered sugar sprinkled in his dark curls as he finds his place to follow the next step in the recipe
thinking about you orbiting all of them as they work, helping where you can while fixing your own side dishes, letting your hands brush against their sides and wrists and back as you slip behind and around them, littering kisses and murmuring lovings
justβ¦the moon boys being domestic in the kitchenπ₯ΊI think food is my love language
Moon KnightοΈοΈβΎ*γ
I drew the cover for the book to be released in March.π«°
Marc: makes a poor decision
Steven and Jake:
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Steven: Good morning.
Marc: Good morning.
Layla: Good morning.
Y/N: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.
Jake: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS
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Steven: Youβre a loose cannon, Marc.
Marc: No, Iβm not. Iβm a cannon maybe, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me?
Layla: I think you play by your own rules.
Y/N: No way, heΒ thinks rules were made to be broken.
Steven: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon.
Marc: No, Iβm just a reckless renegade. Jake is a loose cannon.
Jake: *smashes a chair*
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Steven: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife?
Marc: Rude.
Layla: Thatβs fair.
Y/N: Again?Β Jake!
Jake: Are you going to want this back, Y/N?
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Steven: Iβve done a lot of dumb stuff.
Jake: I witnessed the dumb stuff.
Layla: I recorded the dumb stuff.
Y/N: I joined in on the dumb stuff.
Marc: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!!!
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Steven: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything?
Marc: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies
Jake: Socks are Feetie Heaties
Y/N: Forks are Stabby Grabbies
Marc: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties
Jake: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies
Y/N: Stamps are Lickie Stickies
Khonshu, annoyed: You are disappointments
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Khonshu: Whereβs Marc, Steven, and Y/N?
Jake, hiding Marc and Steven, and Y/N in the trunk of his taxi: Theyβre playing hide and seek.
Khonshu: Where?
Jake: I donβt think you get how this game works.
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Marc: Are we really going to let StevenΒ keep Layla?
Jake: We kept Y/n.
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Steven: Bridge the generation gap by combining old and new slang into one!
Marc: Tubular AF!
Layla: Mood to the max!
Y/N, annoyed: Groovy, I hate it.
Jake, just as annoyed: If she breathes, sheβs a square.
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Steven: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life
Marc: Self-esteem, havenβt seen you in years!
Layla: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this!
Y/N: I knew I lost those moralsΒ somewhere!
Jake: My moral code, is that you?
Steven:
Steven: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk my mother left me but do you guys need a hug?
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Steven: Anyone d-
Marc: Depressed?
Layla: Drained?
Y/N, Anubisβ avatar: Dead?
Jake: Disliked?
Steven: -done with their workβ¦ what is wrong with you people β¦
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Steven, banging on the door: Marc! Open up!
Marc: Well, it all started when I was a kidβ¦
Jake: No, heΒ meant-
Y/N: Let himΒ finish.
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Jake, used to Y/Nβs bullshit: Dammit, Y/N!
Y/N, who has done about 20 things since waking up: What?! It wasnβt me!
Jake: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Marc!
Marc: Not me either.
Jake: Ohβ¦Then who set the apartmentΒ on fire?
Steven, who had a nightmare and kicked a candle into the curtainsΒ : *whistles*
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Y/N: You know, Iβm starting to regret showing you how that blender works.
Jake, drinking toast: Why do you say that?
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Y/N: This is such a bad idea.
Jake: Then why are you coming along?
Y/N: One of us needs to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.
Y/N: And I love you.
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Y/N, defending Jake and himself: Okay. I get it. Weβve had a really hard time lately, weβre stressed out, seven people died-
Anubis: Twelve, actually.
Y/N: Not the point. Look, theyβre dead now, and really whose fault is that?
Anubis: Yours!
Y/N, cleaning the blood off his suit'sΒ claws: Thatβs right: no oneβs.
Oscar Isaac says it's ok to cry πππ
lets just say that they would *not* get along
IM BITING AT THE WALLS OF MY ENCLOSURE MY GODDDD
Facebook user Kai Steele posted this in the SWC group; the Maul in the background was apparently an unexpected surprise. πππ