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How Would You Rank The MCU Shows (From Most to Least Favorite)?

I recently asked my friend who loves Marvel how she would rank the MCU shows from most to least favorite. I don’t remember her exact ratings, but she mentioned that Moon Knight is really good and WandaVision is her least favorite because she thought the finale could’ve been better.

I haven’t finished all of them yet so I’m not going to write my ranking.

What is yours and what’s the reason?

Broken Pieces - Steven Grant x Reader

You didn't like how Steven talked about himself.

warnings : none (maybe a little angst?? and also self deprecating themes ig) but mostly fluff

word count : 2.01k

author's note : i wrote this randomly in like one sitting at 3am with no plan whatsoever,, it's my first x reader fic please be indulgent,, (also i didn't even proof read it lol so enjoy my silly little spelling mistakes) i just wanted to add on to the sea of soft!steven x reader cause im a sucker for it

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"You alright, love ?" Steven asked you, brows furrowed in nothing but curiosity and concern, noticing you blankly staring at him as he went on and on, venting to you about his long day working at the museum - among other things.

"Uh, yeah" you answered after a little while, your mind having wandered to the depths of itself. you gave him an apologetic smile before tightening your grip on his big hands and intertwining your fingers together. "I'm alright, Steven. I'm so sorry, my mind was… elsewhere." You looked at him with mostly care and worry behind your eyes.

"What's going on ?" He slightly shifted from his previous laid back position against the backrest of the couch and was now sat up straight in front of you. Your naked legs were tangled together, covered byt the warm and fuzzy blanket Steven bought for the two of you. He gently put his hand on your thigh underneath it as his thumb drew circles on your soft skin.. He hoped that this gesture would soothe out the pain you seemed to be enduring.

You opened your mouth, only to close it again after a few seconds, leaving the silence between the two of you grow ever so daunting. What were you gonna say to him ?

While he was talking about his day, about how bored he was working at the gift-shop counter and how unnerving his boss' presence was, constantly lingering around to remind him not to "chat the visitors' ears off" despite him really wanting to, you felt a sudden sort-of-sadness washing over you. You couldn't really explain it but you felt a heaviness in your chest, weighing in a bit more with every word he spoke.

Hearing your boyfriend talk about his job like that made you sad. Hearing him talk about how he was being treated in such a casual, detached, used-to-it manner made you angry. You were angry at Donna, his boss, for giving him hell when he deserved paradise and even more. You were angry at him, for not standing up for himself and letting people walk all over him. And you were angry at yourself, for caring so much that it made you sick to your stomach.

When you met Steven, the second you laid your eyes on him, especially on his brown curls, exhausted eyes and boyish grin, as cliché as it was, you felt a million butterflies fly around in your empty stomach. You'd walked up to him, barely managing to conceal the flustered look on your face and asked him about the items he sold. You wanted to start a conversation with him and that seemed like the easiest approach. He started talking to you about the pyramid shaped key rings and about the plushies of the different gods, taking one in his big calloused hand and setting it on the counter. It was a plushie of the goddess Taweret, Egyptian deity of fertility. Soon enough, he started rambling about the origin of her cult and how exactly people worshipped her in the ancient days. While he was talking, you couldn’t help but notice how his face, previously dull and haunted by boredom, was now lit up and joyful. You could practically hear the smile in his clear, soothing voice.

Realising mid-sentence that he completely went off-track, he scolded himself mentally, already picturing Donna lecture him about how "he's not the bloody tour guide" and should stop giving people unwanted remarks about ancient egypt. He then profusely apologised to you. His eyes were looking down at the plushie that he grabbed from the table where he'd put it while his lips curved into a defeated half smile. You were amazed at how expressive that man was. You could read his face like an open book, every emotion he felt being completely obvious. Not that you were much of a stoic yourself.

"That's so interesting," You slightly squinted your eyes to read his name on the tag that you just noticed he was wearing "Steven. Could you tell me more ?"

He looked up to you, eyes open wide and mouth faintly agape. He wasn't annoying you with all these useless facts ? And even more unbelievable, you wanted to hear more ? As he blinked slowly, he let out a shaky breath that made your heart melt. He was adorable. As he continued talking, giving you little facts about the goddess, the life in egypt and whatnot, you found the way his hands caressed and handled the plushie endearing. Everything you'd seen about him so far was endearing. To the way his pretty brown eyes wandered about, shifting between timidly looking into yours and at the table, to the way he tripped over his own words, as if he was hurrying to get to the next one already. After a few minutes spent with him excitedly talking and you scrutinising his face, he stopped talking and finally made solid eye contact. "I assume you're interested in egyptology, yeah ?" His eyebrows went up an so did his voice.

"Me ? I guess you could say that yes." A little laugh escaped your pink covered lips as you tucked a piece of stray hair behind your ear. You hoped your flirtatious intentions were obvious enough for him to pick up on it.

"Stevie ?" A feminine voice called from not so far away. You both turned your heads in the direction it was coming from, you with curiosity and him with apprehension. A blond haired middle aged woman was looking at him with a severe expression on her face and her arms crossed over her chest. She looked somewhat angry, or disappointed, or both.

"Shit," You heard the man in front of you say when he turned his head back to his gift-shop counter and accesorily to gift-shopist reality. He seemed to "have forgotten that he was only here to sell useless crap" as his colleagues so well put it. "I'm so sorry miss, but I'm actually not allowed to erm… chat during my work hours." He said, the words leaving his mouth with a truly bitter taste. He enjoyed this little talk the two of you just had and the look of pure interest in your face struck him. He always tried to share his extensive knowledge of all things in regards to ancient Egypt to pretty much everyone stopping by but he wasn’t used to people actually listening and being interested.

Your hands flew to his, gently taking the plushie he was holding and inadvertently brushing against his fingertips as you did so. "It's alright, it's my fault, I distracted you from your job. I'm gonna buy that, yeah ?" You smiled at him, truly sorry for monopolising his attention for so long.

"Great, awesome, good." He said, a huge smile stretching his pink lips, relieved that this was probably gonna save him from being torn apart by his boss later on. After you paid for it, you looked at him earnestly. "It was really nice meeting you, Steven." You finally said before walking away, not without waving him a little goodbye with your free hand. He waved back at you, still amazed by what just happened. It took him time to fully register the way you looked genuinely fascinated by what he had to say, the way your fingers touched his for a split second when you took the plushie from his hands, and the way you said his name twice. It rolled out of your lips so naturally and casually that he felt a little sting in his chest. This feels nice, he thought, unfamiliar but nice.

Ever since that day, you kept coming back to the museum and eventually, you got yourself a nice little collection of plushies since you made sure to never leave without buying one. Soon enough, he asked you for your name, then you asked him out on a date, then you became a couple.

The more things you discovered of him along the way, the more you liked him and the more you wanted to know. He was devastatingly beautiful, funny, smart, passionate, gentle, sweet, caring, and so much more. You learned all of that through the first couple of dates you've been on together and to which he made sure to bring you flowers. You could see all of that in him from the very beginning but the horrifying realisation that it was absolutely not reciprocated from his part hit you like a truck. He was a lovely and wonderful man, why couldn't he see that ?

Steven deserved the world and all the best things it had to offer. The words quit your mind as you tried to piece together the things you wanted to communicate to him. You couldn't quite find the right words or phrases to tell him how sad it made you that he didn't see himself the way you did. You wished you could tell him that you wanted to shower him with all the love pouring from your heart. You wish you could tell him how all you wanted was for him to know his beauty and his worth. Your eyes started to water as he was still looking at you, patiently waiting for you to answer. You had a dreadful week so your sensibility was heightened and your emotions were a lot stronger. You didn't have the energy - and honestly didn't really feel the need - to fight the tears running down your cheeks.

"Do you know that I love you, Steven ?. I love you so much it hurts. I love you so much that I don't know what to do with these feelings." Your voice broke with the last words you spoke. You lowered your head on his shoulder and started full-on properly crying. Before he could think about it, his arms flew over your back to take you into his warm embrace, hugging you tighter than usual. His eyes were still awestruck, due to the shock of seeing you burst into tears like that. "Shh, It's okay, babe. I'm here and I love you too." he kept saying while stroking your hair to reassure her, in the way he knew it did. He still couldn't really believe it. You were crying because of him ? Because you loved him ?

Wow. Was all he could think of. While he was heartbroken to see you cry, part of him was secretly happy because you said you loved him. You said you loved him so much that it was distressing. Wow.

Oftentimes, he wondered why you even wanted to be with him. Surely someone so gorgeous and lovely as you could date someone much better, he thought. Everytime he did, he reminded himself that he was a broken piece of man. An empty shell. He truly believed that you would be much happier with someone else - anyone else - than with his depressing, dull and odd person. You deserved someone who could care for you, protect you and make you feel appreciated everyday, not someone who would disappear for days at a time with no previous warning to fight for an Egyptian god. Nevertheless, you seemed to think that he met all the criterias. Seeing you so helpless and distressed because of your love for him, made him feel all kinds of warm inside. You loved him.

And he loved you. He loved you so very much that he didn't think he would be able to express it to its fullest extent in his lifetime. You were the light that pulled him out of his boring day routine and dark lonely nights. You were the only one that listened to what he had to say, that cared and appreciated him no matter how insufferable and deranged he thought he was. You gave him life everyday just by being around him. You were his solace of peace and quiet when all he could feel was the harshness of the world. The only moments where he felt like he was truly alive were the ones he spent watching you, touching you, kissing you. You were the best thing that could have happened to him.

Cupping your face in his hands, he slowly lifted your head so that your tear filled eyes faced his. "I. Love. You." He punctuated every word with gentle kisses on your forehead, on your cheek, and on your lips.

One thing was sure, you loved this man with everything you had and also promised yourself that you'd help him walk out the path of despair he was engaged in and into the true light of happiness, holding, kissing, loving him and his broken pieces every step along the way.

moon knight | incorrect quotes + scene [ s01e02 and s01ep06 ]

Jake “I don’t have favorites” Lockley

Steven: I’m sad.

Jake: Who the fuck made you sad?!

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Marc: I’m fucking sad.

Jake: Good.

Steven: Jake, if you had to choose between Marc and all the money in my pocket, what would you choose?

Jake:

Jake: How much money do you have?

LAYLA MY BELOVED please there better be a season two with how amazing this show was- I need more of Layla and Marc and Steven and Jake- MY BRAIN IS ROTting and going BRRR I NEED MORE CONTENT

Hey moon knight fandom! I need an opinion! I’ve been wanting to do a moon knight cosplay for a while now but then my brain was like “what if I gender bend a mr.knight cosplay?” And I was wondering would this look good as a cosplay? It’s a rough sketch idea of what I would be doing and the objects for the cosplay are easily obtainable to me,

Thoughts, opinions, and helpful additional ideas to add on are welcome! Please would it be recognizable as a gender bend cosplay?

I’ll be making my own moon sticks as props to and if any one has any tips on how to make the eyes of the masc glow please share any tips, I haven’t been able to find any thing to use and I’m making the mask my self

Here’s a tik tok for my Moon knight cosplay progress!

Moon knight any one??

everyone’s comfort characters are either gay, mass murderers, mentally unstable or just straight up dead or all of these

So… about my post from earlier- yes I already wrote a fan fic for Jake and frenchie because I absolutely love these two- (possible trigger warning: drinking?) this is just… hurt comfort angst mostly but with a lovely soft ending.

Fic name: drunken confession.

It was a cool February afternoon, Jake was at front, fully alone at this point. While Marc and Steven where oddly dormant. Jake had nothing to do. Not a single request from khonsu it wasn’t like he was close enough with Layla to hangout with her but even if he was she was out on a mission herself a solo one. And strangely enough the feeling of being alone was bugging him it was strange for him to have both Marc and Steven be completely dormant even just for a day or two. He was considering bugging frenchie. He lingered over frenchies contact anxious to text him. Though Jake had his own “spot” in this “shared life” with Marc and Steven it was still… strained he didn’t know how or where to leave off with friendships and if what he deemed friendships where actually friendships.

The only one he was sure of as his friend was frenchie. It was a odd sort of strained friendship for sure on and off communication for years. Yet every time they did talk it was like nothing had changed. Like they didn’t just randomly stop talking for a while. It was like naturally setting clock work with these two they some how felt so readily comfortable chatting. It was some thing jake didn’t feel often with others and at times in his solitude in the back of the mind space he would linger his thoughts about frenchie he wondered if he thought to much about his “friend. But I digress. As Jake thought out these things it was like some sort of force read his mind and sent him a sign since he was to frozen to text frenchie himself

A message from frenchie.

“Hey- are you free today?”

“depends on who you need.” Replied jake

“Well I’m hoping for Jake but I’m guessing this is Marc right now?”

“Jake speaking currently. No idea where the other two have faded off to.”

“That’s oddly perfect” Jake saw that and raised an eye brows.

“What’s that mean by that?” He answered back

“It means Do you want to grab a drink with me? We haven’t hung out in a while I mean we have but just not the two of us alone is all.”

Jake found himself baffled. Yet smiling like an idiot as he saw the text.

“Sure, what bar?”

Frenchie sent the address and said he would be waiting- Jake got into some casual clothes. Slicking back his hair a bit with his fingers and a tiny bit of hair gel before putting on his hat.

When he got to the bar he entered and looked around for frenchie, he was at small booth seat section alone instead of at a bar stool near the counter like they usually sat at jake noticed this little change and thought it was odd, frenchie saw him as well and locked eyes with him and waved him over “over here mon ami!” He said with a smile jake went over to the table and frenchie stood up to give him a little side hug before sitting back down

“Long time no see my favorite friend-“

“Wow you pick favorites?” Jake chuckled “any ways wow I’m surprised you picked a booth this time, what’s with that?” He asked casually with a smile

“Just wanted a change of pace I guess.” Replied frenchie

“Every things been changing recently huh?” Mumbled jake

“It has- but change can be a good thing, no? At least it seems to be good in your case right?”

A waiter then came up and took there drink orders they ordered some basic rounds of beers before they went back to talking

“I mean it is pretty good mostly since I get to talk to you again.”

“Aw you flatter me mon ami,” frenchie smirked “so catch me up on your perspective. What’s new for you?”

“What’s new? Well damn a lot- don’t tell Marc and Steven I told you this but there both dating each other now- some how? There constantly pinning over each other- it’s kinda gross to be honest-“

“Hah! I had a clue that was the case.”

“Observant as always, Jean.”

“But why do you call it gross?”

“Because I have to deal with seeing them be all lovey dovey with each other- it makes it so awkward since we all share a body- let’s say they let me front- meanwhile there in the back of the head making out or being sickeningly sweet together.”

“How about Layla? You talk to her much? I know the other two are in a shared relationship, no?”

“Si they are, but I don’t see Layla that way. Don’t think I ever will to be honest. It always feels like I’m an unwanted guest with those three. Though good for them for what they have- hey enough questions about me- how’s your quest to find a boyfriend been going?”

“Uhg I gave up months ago- turns out being an amputy is a turn off to most. And the ones who aren’t turned off end up being creeps.”

“Well there missing out on you as a person- and more importantly missing out on the chances at getting free plane rides for life.” *the thing about free air plane rides was a joke but the first bit was sincere*

They received there drinks and thanked the waiter,

Jake started to drink his as frenchie continued the conversation “I guess your right. It just I’ll be honest the loneliness is some thing unbearable.”

“You’d be surprised but I get it.”

Frenchie raised an eye brow as he raised his glass about to take a sip “but your never alone at least most of the time.”

“There’s loneliness in reality having no one to stand by you then there’s loneliness in feeling outcasted.”

“Ah… wise words so very unlike you.” He seemed to tease and jake rolled his eyes playfully

“Yea well with no one to talk to for a few years it leaves me to think a lot.”

*frenchie took a long swig of his drink* “Uhg enough talk about loneliness and solitude- we have each other’s company! That’s what matters right now to me.”

“Now that I can get with. You see you have Even wiser words then what I said before.”

“I guess drunk words are the wisest-“

“Drunk? but this is your first drink- you really becoming a lightweight on me?”

“Light weight? In your dreams! I pre-gamed before You got here-“

“Wow what a shock.”

“Nothing to crazy just a martini or two- they had this really interesting pomegranate one I’ve been dying to try.”

“Really? That sounds interesting.”

“Yea but I didn’t want to be an embarrassment to you is all- you know me drinking a “prissy” drink in front of you-“

“Prissy drink? Really? That’s some thing only Marc would get embarrassed about-you know that, actually hold on watch-“ *he waved over a weighter after he finished off his first pint of beer once the waiter was called over he ordered one of those drinks frenchie mentioned and frenchie for himself another pint.

“Wow what a gentleman proving a point by getting a “girly drink” if only I could find a man like you-“ frenchie joked- (but in all honesty he was being serious ooP)

Jakes cheeks where nipped red and it could have been a mix of the alcohol or the way frenchie teased him.

“Trust me you wouldn’t want a guy like me”

“Why wouldn’t I? You have an amazing jawline- you can drive- hmmm what else- your a good listener and we have great chemistry-“

“Says the guy who’s 10 times cooler then me you fly planes and shit.”

“Cooler? I take that as an insult you know! If any thing I’m HOTTER then you-“

“Wow tooting your own horn there huh?” They were joking back and forth, Loki flirting as they moved on to other little topics.

“You know what- I gotta ask Jake-“

“Hm? Waht is it?” *he muttered as he finished off his third drink*

“Steven and Marc those two- there… what’s the word- not gay- gay and straight- what’s the English words again…” (when frenchie was tipsy he would often let certain English words slip his vocabulary)

“Bisexual?”

“Yea yea that right? I never thought Marc would be you know-“ 💅🏻 he did the hand motion)

“Yea same never thought that- I mean I thought Steven was just gay like- actually gay for a while until he showed interest in Layla-“

“Hey hey off topic listen… hhhh… uh… what was I saying again.?”

The two laughed a bit like idiots

“How… how about yourself jake?”

“What what about me?”

“Are you… straight gay thing too? like Marc and the British one?” *he rested his head on the palm of his hand

Jake went silent and his face was redder then before he lowered his gaze, not sure how to answer.

He sort of froze for a second and frenchie noticed the tension for a moment- then Jake chuckled

“not sure… I've never been able to explore the possibilities, you know?”

“Well is there any one you ever thought was hot?”

“…. One person.” Jake said stoically but on the inside he was over thinking “shit am I bisexual? Or just gay? Or… can Jean Paul see more about me then I do about my self“

“Oh? Who’s that person?? I just gotta know-“

“I won’t be sharing that.”

“Oh come on~ at least give me a hint!~ is it some one you know?”

“Si”

“Is it a guy or girl?”

“… guy-“

“OOH- ok ok hmmm… we’ll To be honest jake you don’t know a lot of people…and I doubt it’s the others residing in your head…sooo… is it meee~”

Jakes eyes went wide and he tipped his hat down over his face a bit- “In your dreams-“ *he chuckled trying to seem calm but he was clenching his teeth a bit.

“You know I can see through you Jake~ if you wanna make out just say so~” this was a joke of course- frenchie was just teasing a bit.

“For fucks sake can you not?” *jake snapped a bit and taking off his hat and clenching it before knawing on the brim a bit angstily

“Aww no need to be shy, if you wanna hook up say the word I wouldn’t mind, especially with a hunk such as yourself-“ frenchie misunderstood jakes reaction as simply a flustered one

“Jean- I mean it- stop it.” *jake said between knaws on his hat his eyes filled with tears he was overhwkened and frenchie though Loki shit face drunk had a sort of “oh shit I fucked up” moment

“Jake- I-…shit I didn’t mean to make you upset I was just joking! I was just- just teasing you know? I know bad timing I shouldn’t have-“ he tried to seem calm and smiled awkwardly trying I make the situation better

“Out of all the people… Can you not fucking make fun of me? I thought I could confide in you- fuck…”

“Jake- you can confide in me I didn’t mean- I didn’t mean to make you upset really.”

“I just don’t get any of it- I’m trying so fucking hard trying I get it I’m a dumbass for even- for… having these thoughts… it wouldn’t even work- god what am I… people are staring I can tell people are staring and it’s all your fucking fault-“ he said through clenched teeth and jaw

Frenchie went silent as Jake layed his head on the table trying to ground himself frenchie stopped drinking and focused on what he wanted to say through his drunken haze jake was over thinking every thing and he was mumbling a lot- “I’m obvious I’m so fucking obvious- he thinks it’s funny- I’m a fool- why did I even humor the conversation- I couldn’t do this even though I want to- I can’t- fuck how would the others react? They wouldn’t even let me date Jean Paul even if I wanted to… would they…? even if he wanted to date me back- is he still here- did he leave? I need to lift my head up eventually… my head is pounding- why can’t one of them be here to take things up- why can't I go back- why can’t I shut myself off right now- where’s the help when I need it. Where’s the person who cares about me-?” He couldn’t even tell his internal thoughts from his own outward rambling frenchie moved his hand over to jakes head and gently fixed strands of jake's hair back in place

“Jake…” frenchie said softly and when he did Jake seemed to freeze up and tense like stone for a moment before softening enough to lift his head a bit just so he could look up to frenchie. tears where streaming down jakes face and frenchie finally spoke

“I… you mean so much to me- I didn’t mean to hurt you like this-“

“I deserve to be hurt…”

“No jake you don’t.”

“I do… that’s my whole purpose I take the punches. I don’t get… how You see me as more then that-“

“Because you are more then that.”

“No im not-“ Jake said once again with a frustrated snarl*

“To me you are more then you say you are. I…. I was heartbroken when you were gone- I thought… I thought I made that clear- I really didn’t mean to tease you… I was mostly poking fun at my self jake.”

“How would you be poking fun at yourself it’s not like you want to kiss me-“

“… Jake- wow your just… *he roled his eyes* “I love you- I don’t just want to kiss you I want to be there for you, and I always will be there for you one way or another no matter how long it takes for you to fully open up- I’ll be here for you. Even when you where gone all that time- I wanted to be there for you…” *he took his hand off of jakes head and rested then on the table* “I guess drunk thoughts aren’t always the wisest huh?”

“But they tend to be true ones…right?”

“True-“ frenchie smiled softly

“You… actually love me…? Romantically…? Or just…”

“Yes romantically Jake-“ he said abruptly

“…but…what will the others…”

“Fuck what the others think! Listen if Marc and the British one-“

*jake interrupted frenchie for a moment to correct him and tell him stevens name*

“YEA OK SO IF MARC AND STEVEN AND LAYLA CAN MAKE THERE THREE WAY GAY-straiGht relationship woRk- we can make this work to!”

“But how… how can it work? I’m usually tucked away… do you really want to have some one as inconsistent as me as a lover?”

“Love finds a way, it always does, my love for you won’t ever fade jake, it never did. All I really tried in the past was to move on from my thoughts of you and it never worked- i would happily wait years for you- I’ll be here every step of the way- we can discuss with the others a proper schedule… we can- we can make it work- I promise-“

“What if I’m not good enough-“

“You say it as if I’m good enough.”

“Jean your more then enough your so much more-“

“And that’s how I see you to-“ he reached his hands to jakes and held them gently before giving them a little squeeze*

“I still can’t believe any of this… is actually happening…” Jake said with his face a pink glow. He was happy- he was worried this was some sort of dream or something- he was anxious he would wake up and this would be all over or even worse? The next day they would pretend it never happened because they where drunk.

“I… really can’t believe it…” he pulled his hands away slowly* “how do I know we won’t just sweep this all under the rug by tomorrow…?”

“You think I would sweep this sweet confession under the rug? What do you take me for? Heartless?”

“No not at all- I just… I don’t know-“

“Here- I’ll prove it to you-“ *he took his unfinished glass of beer and chugged the final gulp for courage before standing up*

“What are you doing??”

Frenchie then stood up on the seat- “MAY I HAVE EVERY ONES ATTENTION?”

“Oh my fucking goD- Get doWn-“

“I’ll shoUt it louDer if I haVe tO-“

“your gonna get us kiCked oUt-!”

“WELL THEN SO BE IT! HEY EVERYONE YOU SEE THIS WONDERFUL MAN RIGHT HERE? WITH THE MOST HANDSOME EYES YOUVE EVER SEEN? I LOVE HIM! I LOVE HIS SMILE I LOVE HIS HAIR I LOVE HIM! I LOVE EVERY THING ABOUT HIM EVEN HIS QUIRKS!”

*some people stared and some one in the back mumbled “queers-“ while the bartender roled there eyes like this was a normal every few days occurance that had gotten annoying

Jake got up and pulled frenchies arm so he would sit back down. “Your so… fucking stupid…” he said with a smile as he started to chuckle- this was a smile that frenchie hadn’t seen in a long time, with softly lidded eyes and such care free relaxedness. And frenchie melted seeing jakes face relaxed and happy like this. As Jake was laughing happily about all of this the owner of the bar came over and interrupted the two “hey you guys gotta get going your making to much of a scene-“

“Fine so be it!” Said frenchie as he payed for the drinks- also leaving a nice tip for the waiter who had been taking there orders

And so they left the bar side by side- frenchie hesitating at first before grabbing hold of jakes hand as they stepped outside

“…so… what now…?” Jake asked softly as he noticed frenchies hand wrapped around his.

“Up to you really… we don’t need to rush any thing if your not ready, just know I’m here.”

Jake gave a nod and let go of frenchies hand for a moment there was jsut content silence between the two before jake turned to frenchie and giving him an unexpected bear hug

“Te amo…” jake muttered softly as he hugged on

“"je t'aime aussi"

blackouts are a bitch

Yall imagine…

You’re in a relationship with just Steven but you know about Marc. Obviously, because ur so amazing and beautiful, Marc is in love with you. One day, you and Steven fall asleep after having sex and Marc wakes up in the morning with your naked form on top of him. You pressed up on him and he gets all hot and bothered.

Imagine being Steven’s wife and he is so possessive over you that he won’t share you with Marc even though he knows how in love Marc is with u. Steven would taunt Marc by fucking you in front of the mirror, making sure Marc is watching how Steven is making you feel good.

Jake fucking you so deep and he presses down on the belly bulge while sucking on ur tits.

Steven gives off the vibes that he would be secretly very rough in bed. imagine you are dating him and it starts to get little steamy and you try to take charge. But, he holds you down and fucks you so hard, he rearranges your organs.

Steven making a video while having sex with you. He is on top and it’s just you in it, your reactions, your tits bouncing, and the sounds you’re making, so Steven can watch it while he was at work. But, imagine Marc wakes up in the morning and goes on a mission and later checks the phone and just sees the video likeeee…..

i M SICK 😭😭😭😭😭🤢🤢🤢

The "Steven Grant (marvel)" tag is finally fucking official on ao3 ooooh I can't wait to go digging again

Letsgooooo

MOON KNIGHT SPOILERS!!! DONT INTERACT IF YOU HAVENT SEEN EP 5!!!

But like, we really need to talk about how strong Steven really is. Like Marc created him in a moment of huge pain, and it was because "Steven Grant feels no fear." Even when they were exploring their memories, Steven was the one who stepped ahead first, he was the one who fearlessly explored. Like, man's not stupid. He knows who Marc is and what kind of violent memories Marc must have, even if he can't understand the depth of them. But he still took the lead, and he went ahead with courage. Talking and hashing it out with Taweret (she's a dear I love her), making plans to escape, thinking about the greater good, thinking about Marc and doing his best to take care of him- this man has morals stronger than anything, and a heart bigger than the ocean. Him coming to Marc's defence to his best ability, him telling Marc that it's not his fault, him being strong enough to face their fears- I can just keep talking about him forever. I know that after episode one a lot of people were like "omg Steven he's so naive and adorable" and infantalizing him, which grated my gears because he's smart! He knows his shit! He has the courage to voice his opinions!! And he's so brave living through his mental illness to the best of his abilities!!! And I was hoping that we would see his character grow, blossom into who he really is behind all the pain and the confusion, and I'm happy with what I've gotten to see so far. I wish to see so much, so much more.

I'd watch a whole series with just him doing his little things and Layla and MK system being domestic. He's my ultimate little meow meow character and I desperately want him back 😭💕

Marc and Layla need him. I need him. I hope the finale does justice to the show.

P.S: Marvel you cowards give us Jake!

May I present, my love...

...Steven Grant, gift shoppist and Heart Eyes professional

Lol not me realizing the finale is gonna drop and finishing this in a hurry. I've been itching to draw this panel, not sure if I did good, but glad I did it. Am absolutely in love with this character, and I'd pay to watch him remain whole and safe.

Moon Knight has been an absolute delight to watch (all the actors are brilliant, Oscar Issac is absolutely stunning in this show, plus the sets, the music- I'm gonna keep my meta to my other blogs) and I hope the finale does the story justice.

Can't wait! :D

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5/03/2024