#i need a big warm steven hug

[thedarkcoven]

I so desperately need a Steven hug right now

[gatorbites-imagines]

I love reading your work, could you do the Moonboys + Khonshu (if possible) with a touch starved s/o? 💜🩵💙

Moonboys and Khonshu x touch starved male reader

Headcanons

I miss the moonboys. I still hope they make another season,,,

I believe in softer Khonshu, I’m ignoring how hed really be in canon.

Marc Spector

I imagine Marc is just as touch starved as you are, he just doesn’t like to be open about it. He doesn’t like to be vulnerable like that, which in the end just makes him more touch starved.

So, when you start cuddling him more, holding his hand, always being near him and touching him in some way. Then he would tense in the beginning, but soon he would start melting into the touch.

It starts small, like him letting you grab his hand, and Marc intertwining your fingers. Or when you guys are sitting on the couch watching a movie and you lay your head on his shoulder, Marc would rest his head against yours.

Little by little he would start opening up, the more your relationship develops, and trust is built. I don’t think he would say it with words, but Marc would start to be more physically affectionate in different ways.

He never turns away any of your searches for touch, part of him melting little by little, until he feels all gummy and vulnerable on the inside, and Marc just finds himself curled up and holding you, feeling at peace.

Steven Grant

Like Marc, Steven would also be touch starved. Maybe not to the same extent as Marc, since Steven is aware of himself and his feelings to a deeper degree. He gets stimulation from other places, so its not that gut deep yearning the others have, but it’s still present.

So, when you start leaning on him, always touching him, or hanging onto him, Steven doesn’t mind. He especially loves it when you hug him from behind when he’s doing something, be it reading his books or when he’s puttering around the kitchen.

He almost melts if one of your touch searching behaviors is kissing him, be it his lips, his cheeks, his forehead or his hands, or pretty much anywhere. Steven just loves it so much it almost makes his heart burst.

Steven would also be the only one to go out of his way to verbally tell you he doesn’t mind you being touch starved, or how much you crave touch in some way. Just to make sure you are aware that he doesn’t mind, and you don’t need to hide it from him.

Jake Lockley

Do I even need to say it? touch starved. But hes the type of touch starved where he feels pain when you touch him, at least in the beginning. As the one that took most of the physical abuse for the system, Jake has a different relationship with touch.

So, in the beginning when he notices how touch starved you are and how you always want to be touching them in some way, he might go out of his way to switch with Marc or Steven.

As your relationship develops though, Jake slowly warms up, much slower than Marc. Its always small touches, like hooking your pinkies together when walking, or him brushing his hand through your hair.

He would be tense when you need hugs, but after some time Jake would allow it because he loves you. And by extension, Jake would start feeling better when it comes to human touch.

Hed never be as affectionate as Marc or Steven, at least for a very long time, but he goes out of his way to reassure you in the ways you need, to make sure you get your needs met and don’t feel neglected.

Khonshu

Unlike the moonboys I don’t think Khonshu is touch starved. As a god I don’t even think he really craves physical affection the same way we do. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it, but the craving isn’t as big for him.

When it comes to you being touch starved, I think Khonshu would just go along with it and let you cuddle into him, or lean on him, or whatever else you need to do.

He would love to run his hand through your hair though, his deep voice making a comment every now and then, comparing you to a cat or some other affectionate cute animal.

Khonshu wouldn’t go out of his way to tell you in words that he understands you are touch starved and that he doesn’t mind. He just shows you it doesn’t bother him, by holding you when you need it, or cuddling you to his chest when you have that yearning for touch.

And since very few people can see him, then he is always able to be near you and touching you. No one is gonna see the bird skulled giant following you around with his hand on your shoulder anyways, so why not.

[pygmi-cygni]

Hewo pygmi🧡🌻

Idk if your requests are open or not. If not, please feel free to ignore this.

I'm in a reading slump, and I can't read anything😭I need Steven (or Jake since we know he loves romance books) to help me get back on reading again🥺

-Not Mani

yes my requests are open!! tysm mani ly

cw: fluff, bookshop au, fem reader, steven pov

Oh, he was down so bad. Even Marc knew about it, he'd done such a bad job of hiding it. Jake probably did too, but he had the dignity to shut his yap about it. Marc wasn't that nice.

Oh, gonna go see your little girlfriend? Gonna forget to log encyclopedias to watch her read all day? Huh? Dude, seriously, it's pathetic.

Steven, for the record, did not care what Marc thought. For maybe the first time in his life, actually.

It was very liberating.

And yes, he was going to forget about ninety percent of his duties to watch you flit around the bookshelves like a little fairy. Was he supposed to just ignore your effervescent presence? Nonsense. You were the highlight of his day.

Steven unlocked the little bookshop, whistling merrily and smiling at the few customers waiting outside. The homey smell of parchment and warm tea met him like a big hug. He could die a happy man in here.

The jingle of the bell overhead rang musically all day, children dashing in and out, young people perusing in little cliques. Elderly folk came to hem and haw about the stay of the shelves, which he sheepishly told them he'd fix (he wouldn't). Steven puttered around, shelving and marking and

oh!

Had he missed you walk in? He usually gave you a bright smile and a dashing wave, but apparently you'd snuck by. Steven paused his recording and raised his hand, but paused when you huffed frustratedly.

He didn't like seeing your lovely face all twisted up. Hopefully everything was alright. Steven hummed and returned to the shelf, momentarily forgetting what he was doing.

"Excuse me?"

He jumped. You were at his elbow, a thick volume in your hands. For a moment, he gaped, shocked you were even talking to him.

"Er, uh, sorry, what-" God, listen to you-

"Do you have the second novel to this series? I've been looking for ages and I can't find it," you asked politely, eyes sparkling up at him.

Keep it together, buddy.

Mentally smacking Marc, Steven smiled and nervously raked through his hair. "Uh, yeah, sure...follow me," he said with more confidence than he felt. You had some sort of perfume on that made his head feel light and glowy. It was a fantasy series, one of his favorites, and he tried not to take it as a good omen.

No more omens.

Steven went through the shelves with astonishing accuracy, mentally speeding through every single book in stock until-

"Here," he pulled the dusty tome off of the highest shelf and handed it over. You grinned, and his heart about exploded. Gushing thanks, you waved and continued your search, leaving Steven in a lovesick daze. He leaned against the bookshelves, heart racing and face stuck in a dopey smile.

One of the older women raised her eyebrow at him, chuckling. He blushed and returned to the register. You were waiting for him, peering at the trinkets he had on display.

When you caught sight of him, you began chatting amiably, explaining why this book was so important to you. The story went right over his head, but Steven was so excited to talk to you he didn't care. He rang up the book, nodding excitedly along as you gushed. By accident he stuck an extra bookmark in the pages, but you waved off his apology with a sweet smile.

"Bye, have a good-"

"Oh," you started, turning back around. "I noticed you've got lots of Egypt stuff in here. You like that sort of thing?"

His eyes almost bugged out of his head. "Er, yeah, I do, a lot, actually."

You beamed. "Cool! I've got a bunch of collector's books from my dad's study that he wants to donate, would you be interested?"

Marc sighed, shaking his head. Steven's grin almost broke his jaw in half. Yes, he would love that. He would love it even more if you'd go get lunch with him after and then never leave but a book meeting? He'd settle for that.

"Yeah, I'd l-love to," he said, eyes bright.

You fidgeted, cheeks reddening. "Um...do you maybe wanna get food? After?"

Steven blinked dumbly. Did- could you read minds? Was he hallucinating? Somehow - through Marc's immediate fronting and mediocre British accent - a 'yes' was delivered, and you gave him an address and a wink as you left.

Steven darted into the back room and grinned like a loon, willing his heart to stop pounding out of his chest. Marc watched with a little grin, rolling his eyes.

"That's how that happened?" You asked, propping your chin on his chest. Steven nodded, fingers dancing on your head.

"Yup," he popped the P, "good ol' Marc had to save my sorry arse after that one," he said sheepishly, cheeks pink.

"Well," you said with a smile, nestling closer and closing your eyes, "tell him thank you."

Marc gave an obnoxious fist pump and Steven rolled his eyes, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "It's gone to his head, now, see? You've completely ruined his ego."

"His accent needed work."

Ha. Marc frowned.

You grinned, tickling his side affectionately. Steven yelped, before returning the favor with a teasing growl. Darting up from the bed, you ran cackling through the tiny flat. The movie played quietly in the background as you danced around the apartment, laughing loudly and brightly. Steven amended his earlier statement. The bookshop, though his sanctuary, was not home.

This was home.

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[soulsforsales]

You take care of the Moon boys when they are sick <3

Warning/triggers: mild angst, fluff, fluff, fluff (just a lot of it <3), no use of Y/N, google translated Spanish

A/N: I had so much fun writing this ;)

Steven

You wake up to the sound of Steven coughing. He's in the kitchen making coffee for the both of you, as always. You walk up to him, hugging him from behind and trailing kisses down his neck.

'Good morning, hon,' you whisper, 'Good morning, love.' Steven feels hot, well, he is hot (duh) but right now he feels heated up.

Your brows furrow as you move beside him, 'Are you okay?' You ask but Steven abruptly pulls away from you and sneezes, covering his face with his elbow. 'Do you have a fever?' You ask again, placing the back of your hand against his forehead. 'No, I am fine,' he says shaking his big hands that were partly covered by the long sleeves of his t-shirt in front of his face. He coughs again.

'No you are not.' You say, taking the coffee cups from his hands. 'Love, you don't - 'Steven.' You don't give him the chance to finish, 'get in bed. You should rest, no work for you today.'

'I'll bring you coffee and cookies and meds you are sick, you need rest.' You tell him, already working on the coffee. 'Alright...' Steven says before kissing you on the cheek and making his way to the bed.

You walk up to Steven with a tray of coffee, the cookies he liked the best, and his meds. He sits up in bed, 'Love, you didn't have to -' 'Of course, I had to,' you say, sitting next to him in bed.

You two spend the rest of the day cuddled up in bed, binge-watching your favorite TV shows and movies.

Your head is placed on Steven's shoulder, kissing his neck and jaw. Steven was touch starved, you knew it and you'd made it your mission to give him all the touch he'd ever missed having.

'Don't you have work, darling?' Steven asks. You grin, 'I'm calling in sick,' you tell him as your lips meet his. Steven looks into your eyes, 'if you keep going on, you will have to call in sick,' he says. You kiss him anyway. 'That doesn't sound so bad to me,' you whisper, his nose brushing against yours.

By the evening, Steven has taken a good five hours of sleep while you completed some work. He feels much better when he wakes up and walks up to you. 'Let's get out of here,' he says, placing his chin on your head. You turn to him, taking your glasses off, 'you sure? Do you feel better?' You ask. Steven smiles at you, 'tons. Thanks to you,' he says, kissing your head.

You both grab your jackets and walk out of the apartment. You spend your time strolling in a park, eating burritos, and drinking hot chocolate.

It's a nice day but being with Steven makes it perfect. Everything feels perfect when you are with him. He's undoubtedly the best thing that ever happened to you.

You love him so much, you could burst from the feeling alone.

By the time you reach Steven's apartment, you have sneezed three times (you know because Steven was counting) and Steven's getting worried.

'I told you, love' he says when you are standing in front of the apartment door, 'you are going to catch a fever staying close to me. Look at you now,' he sounds concerned. But you chuckle, throwing your arms around his neck, 'it's fine,' you tell him, 'it means more cuddles and hot chocolates after all, doesn't it?'

Steven's concerned for you but you look so cute smiling like this that he can't help but smile with you. 'Maybe,' he says, pulling you closer by the waist.

Marc

You wake up with Marc sleeping next to you. He's cuddled up with you, his head resting on your chest. It's weird because usually Marc's up and about before you are. Reading the newspaper or grocery shopping or simply going on a walk. But today he was here and you liked it.

You push your fingers through Marc's hair and kiss his head. He feels warm. Marc always feels warm when he wakes up but today he is burning up.

'Marc,' you whisper, close to his ear - not wanting to wake him up. 'Mhm-hmm', he replies, nodding into your chest. 'Are you okay?' You ask. He looks up at you, his brown eyes looking like pools of honey in the sunlight streaming through the window. 'I'm fine.' He replies gruffly. His face is red. Awfully red.

'Are you sick?' You ask again, placing your palm on his cheek, 'you're burning up,' you mutter. 'No. I said I'm fine,' his voice is rougher than usual. He is absolutely sick.

Marc tries to move away from you but you wrap your arms around him before he can, he grumbles but ends up cuddling with you anyway.

Your sweet, grumpy boyfriend, oh, how you loved him.

Both of you stay like that for some time. But eventually, you have to get up and go about the day.

Marc wants to go to work. You tell him he can't but he wouldn't listen to you.

'Babe, you're sick.' 'No, I'm not.'

'I checked your temperature, honey, you need rest. And medicines.' Marc makes a face at you. 'I told you -' 'Marc,' your voice is much more stern now. 'Please, Marc, babe, it's one day. Stay in bed, yeah?' This time he doesn't argue.

You know Marc's stubborn but you won't let his stubbornness get into the way of his health.

You put his favorite soup for cooking and go out to get some medicines for him. Thankfully, he stays in bed.

When you come back home, Marc's fast asleep. You watch him like that. Sleeping so peacefully, like a child.

You know why Marc's the way he is. He didn't have a... great childhood. Well, let's be honest, he had an awful, traumatizing one, and for a long time, he has taken care of himself all alone.

You can understand why it's hard for him to ask for help or even accept help and love when it's given to him. It's hard for him to let people in, to let himself be taken care of.

But Marc is your boyfriend which means that somewhere, somehow you did something right and he let you in. And just like that, you will let him know that it's okay to let you care for him. That it's okay to be vulnerable in front of you, that he doesn't have to hide anything.

You make some coffee for yourself and get in bed with Marc. You are sitting up, reading a book and his head is in your lap, your fingers moving through his curls.

You drop the book after some time just to admire the person in front of you. He was so beautiful it made your heart flutter. You could look at him forever.

When Marc wakes up after a few hours he's still grumpy and tired.

'Just take the medicines, love,' you insist. Marc shrugs, 'Don't need them. I feel fine.' 'Marc-' 'You don't have to worry about me,' he cuts you off.

Tears gather at the corner of your eyes. You don't mean to cry but it happens anyway. You are not irritated, you are not tired of Marc. You could never tire of him. But you are scared. You are scared that he won't let you help him and it'll get worse. It's just a fever but you can't help but want it to go away and Marc to feel better.

Marc's expression softens when he notices the tears in your eyes. He closes his eyes for a moment and sighs, 'I'm sorry,' he says, 'didn't mean to sound like that,' he takes the medicines from your hand.

After that Marc doesn't fight it. He lets you give him a massage, eats what you cook for him without a word, and by the time he takes a hot shower he is feeling very much better and his fever's gone.

It had been... a day. For Marc and for you. He has been quiet and angry the whole day but at night, finally, he smiles at you, wrapping his arms around you.

'Thank you,' he whispers into your hair. You are sitting in his lap, 'you don't have to thank me, Marc,' you say taking his face in your hands. Marc sighs, 'I know I can be... difficult. I just-' 'No you're not,' you interrupt him, 'not to me... ever,' you say.

Marc smiles, 'I love you,' he whispers before planting a kiss on your lips. You want to reply and tell him you love him too but he's kissing you with everything and you don't want to break the spell.

Jake

You come home to find Jake in the kitchen. He's cooking pasta, you can tell by the smell. Or maybe he's just heating up the pasta you made this morning.

You practically run across the house to get to him and plant a kiss on his cheek, hugging him by the side. 'Hello, babe', you say. But your smile drops the moment you see him. His eyes aren't set and sharp as they usually are, instead they are tired and he looks a bit lousy.

You are confused if it's Steven who's fronting but you know it's Jake when he says, 'Hola, cariño,' he smiles at you.

You push yourself between the kitchen counter and Jake, taking his face in your hands.

'You look tired,' you say. He coughs a little before replying, 'goddamn fever. But don't you worry about it, princesa.'

'You should rest, Jake, what are you doing?' You say, taking his hands in yours. 'Apparently, Khonshu's freaky armor can't protect you from diseases -' he sneezes and curses under his breath.

Okay, Jake hates being sick. He doesn't like it. It makes him feel weak and really soft and pathetic for some reason.

You take off his hat and ruffle his curls with your fingers, saying, 'How about you take some rest and I'll get the food? Get in bed, hm?' Jake smirks, snaking his hands around your waist, 'You really do want me in your bed don't you, mi vida?' You roll your eyes at his comment but a blush creeps up your neck. 'Did I forget the part where I said you need to rest?' You say, a smile tugging on your lips. He frowns.

'I don't need rest. What I need is a good fu- 'Jake' you stop him mid-sentence, glaring. 'What?' He shrugs and walks into the bedroom.

You sigh. Your breath going at a rapid speed. Jake really is good at getting to you. He makes you want to kiss him all the time. But, despite everything, Jake always puts things off, neglecting his needs. Like, right now. He won't admit that he is sick. He wouldn't let you look after him but you have to.

You care for him. Deeply. And you have to make sure that he's okay.

You walk into the bedroom with the pasta plate in your hands. Jake's on the bed. He's removed his shirt, and his bare skin glistens in the dim light.

Your breath catches in your throat.

'How do you feel? You ask Jake, sitting by him on the bed.

He mumbles something and wraps his arms around your waist, his head in your lap.

'I am tired, cariño,' he finally admits after a few moments of silence. You smile, 'I know,' you say, raking your fingers through his soft curls, 'It's alright,' you tell him. He lets out a weary sigh and snuggles closer to you. Your back rests against the wall.

Jake doesn't really spend a lot of time with you. He is barely ever fronting. He isn't much of a talker either, he expresses his feelings with his actions more than his words.

It has been some... work, trying to understand Jake. He's like a puzzle you can't solve, but you want him to know you're trying. Because you love him and he deserves everything.

Your eyes fall on Jake's broad shoulders and their slight movement as he breathes. You move your hands to touch his neck. His skin is still hot despite taking the medicines.

You massage his back in slow, brisk movements. For a moment you think he might fight it but he doesn't say anything,

'Feels good?' You ask. He nods in reply.

Jake is different when it comes to the three of them. Unlike Marc and Steven, he's never had a... life. He's always inside, barely ever fronting. He thinks of himself as only a protector of the system. That he's someone Marc needs when things get worse. You don't want him to think of himself like that.

You want Jake to know that he's just as deserving of love as any of them, that he's more than just a protector. He's more than just the worst parts of Marc turned into a person.

He's soft and loving, and the most amazing person you know.

Jake moves, sitting up in bed beside you making you stop abruptly.

'You don't have to go driving tonight, you know?' You say, sitting in front of him. Partly on the bed, partly on his lap, the inside of your knees draped around his thighs.

'Yo se,' he replies with a sigh, 'but I still have to go be the fist of vengeance.' You frown at his comment, 'You deserve a day off I think.' It makes him chuckle.

'Give me your arm,' you whisper, taking his arm in your hands. You thought a good massage would make him feel better.

But, apparently, this isn't what he wants. Jake wraps his palm around your wrist and pulls you to him. Your hands resting on his chest and your faces inches apart and then, he plants a kiss on your lips.

Somehow you trying to give Jake a massage turns into a hot make-out session. Not that you had any complaints. If this was what he needed then you'd give it to him.

Afterwards, you two lay on the bed, your head resting on Jake's shoulder. He's playing with your hair.

He isn't feverish anymore but his skin is still warm.

'How do you feel?' You ask him now, 'Maravilloso, mi amor.' He says and you chuckle as he kisses your jaw.

You might not know everything about Jake but you know that you love him. So much. And that's really all that matters.

[oddballwriter]

Hi!! So sorry to bother but I’m been fixated on Moon Knight for awhile and I haven’t seen any fics on Tumblr about the moon boys with a plus size!reader. When you had a sec, I’d appreciate maybe hcs about how they’d be with a chubby!reader!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

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Warnings: There's some mentions of reader being made fun of for their body and weight. Marc needs therapy but he refuses joke. Calling out Jake for being horny and that he would want reader to sit on his face but there's no actual smut or anything like that.

Author’s Snip: As a chubby/plus size person. I adore this request thank you so much, anon

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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Steven Grant

Steven has hearts in his eyes

He thinks you're so lovely with how soft you are

Literally doesn't mind one bit

Calls you his favorite stress toy because he likes to cuddle and squeeze you when he feels upset or stressed out, so it's endearing

He likes to lay his head on your thighs and stomach because its the softest parts of you

He will fall asleep and take a nap there and it will be the best sleep he's ever had

Him, Marc, and Jake could spend the whole night doing MoonKnight work and all he would need is an hour long nap and he's completely rejuvenated till he's able to come back home and actually get some sleep. It's crazy

Steven of course hates confrontation but would tell someone to leave you alone as soon as they start making comments about you

He hugs you from behind a lot and just stays there for a minute

Something about holding you and feeling how warm and soft you are just fixes everything that's making him upset

It's like a child with a teddy bear or blanket. He just holds you and everything's okay

Marc Spector

"I don't need therapy, I have chubby s/o"

So the whole holding you for a while and everything is okay effect also works on Marc

He could be having an episode where he's closed off and not doing well with communicating his feelings and then you just come in and give him a hug and it helps him come off of it a little

Marc has this habit of grabbing some of your chub or the parts of you that are squishy like you waist or cheeks, sometimes the butt if he's feeling more flirty

He actually doesn't know why he does it either

It's not to be mean. There's just something about holding it that scratches something in his brain just right

Your softness gives him a good amount of free serotonin and dopamine, that is why he uses cuddling and holding you as therapy

If anyone says shit then he's telling them to shut the fuck up with no hesitation

Marc refuses to believe that he falls asleep easily when you hold him. But with the softness of your body, the warmth, and you calmly breathing... he sleeps like a fucking baby

Literally nothing will wake him up, manz is gone

Jake Lockley

Jake Lockley is a man who firmly believes that chubby lovers are where it's at

To him, you being heavy means that you eat good

He is canonically a horny bastard so I think he'd like the extra chub because he also believes in more cushion for the pushin'

He likes to pick you up. It makes his ego bigger to show off how strong he is

Will literally bully someone for making fun of your body and weight

Jake calls guys who don't like chubby women/people "boys" because to him real men like them soft and heavy. If you can't pick them up then start lifting so you can and stop crying about it

When you two cuddle he's the big spoon every time. He likes holding you like that because it feels like he's holding a living pillow with how soft you are

Makes you sit on his lap, all the time, no buts

No you are not crushing him, he has thighs of steel and he's a literal vigilante hero who works with a god of the moon. Sit on his lap. It's fine

His hand is constantly, chronically, on your thigh. And he squeezes it a lot too

He is an ass man, yes, but all parts are good to him

And also, respectively... sit on his face please

If he suffocates that's fine. That's the way the gods intended him to go

Lives by the thickness and would die by the thickness

[mochiheartsit]

☆steven grant drabble☆

[ hurt/comfort/fluff ]

summary: reader gets jealous over steven's female coworker and needs reminders of how much she means to him<3

warnings: afab reader, established relationship, mention of marc

a/n: very self indulgent hehe

steven picked up his phone on his lunch break to answer your call and you couldn't help but feel your stomach turn at a woman's voice in the background. laughing, giggling, being loud. repeatedly interrupting your conversation with your boyfriend. you knew he would never cheat on you but that didn't mean someone else wouldn't catch feelings. and you knew you were insecure , small doubts flooding your thoughts. you chewed on your lip as steven switched back and forth between two conversations. his laughter not in response to you made your blood boil, and you hated feeling jealous. he was your partner, your best friend, your everything. you were afraid to lose him, you couldn't. bitterness and anger overcame you as you imagined how smitten his friend was.

" babe go on and finish your lunch with her, i'll see you later.."

you said coldly and hung up. not saying bye or i love you must have shocked steven since you never forgot to say it. you set your phone on the coffee table and laid down on the couch, not caring when it rang. you closed your eyes trying to soothe yourself from this toxic feeling. you drifted off into a deep sleep, one of the few ways you could actually calm yourself when you were upset.

the sound of keys jingling and the door opening startled you awake. thoughts immediately racing and you internally groaned. you stayed put, not ready to face your emotions from earlier. guilt and shame washed over you as you heard steven come in.

" hey love ..."

he called out to you, setting his things down and walking to the couch. he sat on the farthest side and didn’t speak up. his gaze down to this hands clasped together. steven always let you express yourself first in these situations. you finally opened your eyes and sat up. his expression immediately soft as he looked at you. his eyes said 'im sorry', big and brown staring into your own. you couldn't help but swallow back tears and put your face in your hands. he moved closer to you on the couch and pulled you into his side, shushing you softly. you felt even more sensitive after waking from your nap, sobs escaped your mouth.

" i'm sorry baby, i'm sorry i got so jealous and upset earlier, i didn't mean it i'm sorry, "

you admitted like a small child. he pressed his face against your temple and kissed it softly. his hand rubbed circles against your back. his neck smelled of his sweat and cologne. you clung to him so desperately, hands gripping his shirt.

“s'alright baby, please don't apologize. i promise i love you so much. so so so so much. i'm all yours and i don't want anyone else but my girl." he spoke light and gentle. his breath warm against your skin. your tears had stopped and your breathing calmed down. your eyes met and steven couldn't help but subtly smile. it was contagious and you reciprocated. he always knew how to reassure you and made you feel safe.

" i love you." you mumbled and kissed your boyfriend's chin, " you better tell that to her next time you see her and have marc put her in her place when she tries to flirt with you. "

both of you laughed and held each other for a little longer. he played with the ends of your hair and hummed a beatles song. he carried you to the bed, tossing you on top. he leaned down and placed kisses all over your face and neck. flopping on top of you and engulfing you in a giant hug. you laid face to face and stared at eachother. delicate touches and small whispers were exchanged. he turned the lamp off and cuddled you till you both fell asleep.

[steveshairychest]

I need s5 to start with Hopper and Joyce getting married.

I want to see Jonathan and Will walk their mum down the aisle and for El to be Joyce's maid of honour, Max is there as a bridesmaid, her wheelchair is decorated with flowers and she's even wearing a dress; she said this is the only time she'll ever wear a dress, she's alreadly told Lucas she's wearing a suit to their wedding.

Nancy is a bridesmaid as well, her hair is styled up and out of her face because she knows she's going to cry and she doesn't want her hair sticking to big, wet mascara tears. Jonathan had made her pose for at least 30 photos before she walked out. They've sorted things out, the both of them now wearing matching silver promise rings.

Steve stands next to Hopper, his suit is a little tight because he hasn't worn it since he took Nancy to prom in high school. When he'd rocked up in the suit that is so painfully tight he couldn't hug anyone, Robin had laughed so hard she'd smudged her make-up. "Why didn't you buy a new one?" She'd wheezed.

"I thought it would still fit."

"You're a grown man, Steven! You're not 17 anymore!"

Everyone cries. It's a beautiful, heart warming ceremony. Joyce's vows are nearly two pages long and full of so much emotion it causes half the crowd to sob, whereas Hopper's are only a few short paragraphs, but they are full of so much love and adoration.

From his spot next to Hopper, Steve sees the kids fake gag when the couple have their first kiss as husband and wife, but when they pull apart and beam at everyone in front of them, the kids jump out of their seats and cheer and clap excitedly. Steve's face hurts from smiling so much.

He pointedly ignores the empty seat next to Dustin, they'd left it free on purpose, for someone that they all wished could be there.

"I'm getting drunk tonight!" Hopper exclaims as they walk back down the aisle hand in hand. No one's ever seen him smile so much and it's absolutely contagious. Hopper's cheeks are flushed and his eyes are a little red from crying (he'd told everyone to forget they saw him crying) but he looks like the happiest person on the planet.

Joyce looks exactly the same. She's smiling up at Hopper and laughing as he swings their joint hands, their gold rings glinting in the afternoon sun as they head back into the Hopper-Byers house. They'd had the ceremony at home in their backyard.

It's a day full of family and friends, a day where they don't have to worry about monsters and gates, a day where they can all pretend that they are just a normal group of people.

But it doesn't last very long.

It's hard to ignore the way Will rubs the back of his neck and looks over his shoulder like something is watching him or how El, despite her efforts to look relaxed and happy, is very clearly on edge.

But they can ignore it for a day. Just one day.

[atlasscrumpit]

Heyy!!! Can i request a YandereMoonKnightxReader where the reader has become really quiet and reserved after being taken by the moonboys so one day Jake finds a stray kitten and after the boys discuss it and argue they agree to give it to reader as a support animal of sorts, and the whole naming process and caring process and the way the reader comes out their shell more because of the kitten but the boys are also lowkey kinda jealous of the affection the kitten gets from reader lol? Have a lovely day xoxo

Kitten

“We’ve tried everything, she has all the stuffed animals in the world.” Steven said as he spoke to Marc in the mirror.

“Steven, that doesn’t explain the kitten in your arms.” Marc said as Steven chuckled a little.

“I found her on the street, what if we give her to Y/N? Maybe a pet would help her come out of her shell and not be so nervous.” Steven said, doing his best to keep his voice down because you were still asleep in his bed.

“Steven, I don’t know if this is a good idea. A kitten is a big responsibility.” Jake chimed in making Steven sigh.

“It will keep her busy, especially when we have to go away on missions.” Steven said as Marc groaned.

“Fine.” Marc grumbled as Steven smiled brightly.

“Thank you!” He shouted before he heard you groan.

He quickly rushed over to you and saw you waking up.

“Love! You’re awake, I have a surprise for you.” Steven said excitedly as you sat up and wrapped your arms around yourself.

Steven held out the small kitten as you looked at her in surprise.

“I don’t understand.” You whispered as you cautiously reached out and brought the kitten to your chest.

“She’s yours now, love. She needs a home and I know you’ll take the best care of her.” Steven said as he saw tears in your eyes.

“Can I name her?” You whispered making Steven smile.

“Of course, sweetheart. Any ideas?” Steven asked as you smiled and looked down at the kitten.

“I think I’ll name her Peggy.” You whispered, brushing your finger over her tiny head.

“It sounds perfect, why don’t you two get acquainted and I’ll quickly go to the store to get supplies.” Steven suggested as you looked at him excitedly.

“Okay, thank you.” You said before Steven kissed your forehead and left.

You stared down at the kitten as you giggled softly.

—

An hour passed and Steven returned with four grocery bags filled with supplies for Peggy.

“I think she’s hungry.” You muttered, bringing her over to Steven.

He prepared some warm cat milk in a dish before directing you to sit Peggy down on the bench.

He noticed how cautious you were with her, it made him smile softly.

Peggy quickly lapped up the milk as you smiled.

“Thank you, Steven.” You said before you hugged him, making him smile and wrap his arms around you.

“That’s okay, angel. You promise to take good care of her?” Steven asked as you nodded.

“Of course!”

—

Steven’s plan had worked, but now he found himself growing jealous of a cat.

He knew it was a wonderful thing for you to come out of your shell, but he wanted you to show him some of the same affection.

He sat beside you on the couch as he watched you talk to Peggy.

“Can I hold her for a bit?” Steven asked as you nodded and cautiously handed Peggy to Steven.

He noticed how closely you would watch Peggy, making sure she was okay.

He noticed you leant into him while watching Steven pet Peggy.

Steven smiled and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

You yawned and closed your eyes, cuddling into Steven.

“Sleep, love. I can take care of her.” He said as you nodded and relaxed your body.

[marxthedumdum]

Imagine this: WERECAT STEVEN.

- He is based on the Maine Coon or Norwegian Forest cat breed. Or a Lykoi. Though probably Maine Coon. :) Or a lion. (Shrugs)

- His normal form is the same, his werecat form has the upper body (and tail) of an anthropomorphic Maine Coon cat! Only slightly taller. And scarier, because of the red eyes.

- ZOOMIES!! ZOOMIES EVERYWHERE!!!

- When he is grumpy, excited, or sad, his ears perk up.

- His hair connects and becomes fur. It's hard to tell where the mane ends and the cat body begins. Unless if you're Daisy, who grooms her husband on the regular (because she's a cat groomer. That's an actual job lol)

- Probably adopts a kid or adult (or both) from the street and turns them into a werecat or a catgirl. (Or cat beastman or cat demi-human lol)

- Meows whenever he wants attention. He baps and smites you if you mock his meows.

- I can imagine he roars. His roar is basically really loud and is a lion-like one, meaning a poor victim who hears it is gonna be too scared shitless to move, and it makes his job of smiting and/or turning his victim into a werecat/catgirl/cat demi-human/cat beastman MUCH easier!!

- Definitely turned Aria (Aerith), my OC (and possible secondary sona) into a werecat at some point.

- Daisy is probably a cat demi-human or cat beastman lol

- Swap!Daisy is probably a werecat who is based on the Lykoi. Swap!Steven is a cat demi-human/cat beastman who is an excellent knitter and gives her lots of sweaters and hugs and scarves and mittens and such just to keep wifey warm 💕💕💕

- MissingNo probably turned Steven into a werecat as part of the Ritual that brought Miki back....and now he seems to be some Alpha Werecat who can turn others into werecats or catgirls/catboys or cat demi-humans. (Or cat beastmen lol)

- Milkman Steven is SCARY AS FUCK as is, but imagine him, all covered in blood from murdering people, entering the house in werecat form, and stares down at Doorman Daisy!

"Babe. The baby wants milk."

Daisy looks behind her, and a sigh escapes from her lips.

"Steven, we don't have a child...unless you're talking about that werecat kitten you adopted the other day."

"No. I am talking about myself and my desire for milk-what do you think?!"

"...well, you're coming with me, regardless. We need to get her some tuna."

- Having a werecat husband is tough. Same with a werecat child he adopted (and probably turned into a werecat prior to adoption 😨). Imagine opening a can. And you see a cute tabby and a big black ball of fur. Both staring at you!

Also, he smited me and now I dunno if I'm a catgirl or a werecat or a cat demi-human lol here's a bonus picture

(lol, I don't know if I should make Aria their adopted child or their bio child or some kid/adult that Steven found and took in by force or by luring in with choccy milk lol)

i like to think that. missingno has a mind of its own and tries to mutate steven beyond recognition to drive him into Maximum Madness and fully possess him but eventually gave up when he and his wife keep being stubborn jackasses and then got kids (if we go by your oc/fan-child hc) :))) speaking of milkman steven, DOORWOMAN DAISY‼‼‼ steven casually snitching on other doppelgangers just to make daisys job easier,,, (whenever its stevens turn to req entry he starts becoming the Furball he is and scratches the window with pleading eyes until he gets in) sometimes steven will also get in the office w his wife and cuddles with her and the amount of weird faces the neighbors give them XD (daisy: me and the bitch i pulled by being autistic) to help steven with the money to make milk, some days daisy would work as the one killing the doppelgangers instead of detecting 'em since it pays her more than being a doorwoman...... and steven just. tags along. :3

[ginger-snap-talkin-nonsense]

Tell me about your favorite show and why it's your favorite! Need some recommendations and you tend to have good taste

Well it depends on what you’re looking for but in short form

The first 6 seasons of King of the Hill-great piece of Americana down to earth storytelling and despite conservative packing it’s surprisingly progressive and follows a conservative man learning to adapt to progress ideals in an ever changing America. Pro gay, pro sex worker, pro therapy and working on trauma, pro native American land reclamation, etc.

New American Dad-Anything past season 4 but I would recommend a start in season 7. It’s a great surrealist art piece about the modern American family and is surprisingly very into keeping its characters nuanced and consistent but only for the funny

Big City Greens-It’s like being wrapped in a warm hug that spits out a new shitpost every two minutes

Neds Declassified-Too many people skipped on it as kids and it’s one of the best kid oriented sitcoms ever written. Some of Scott Fellows finest work.

Total Drama 2023-Short, smart, and sweet while understanding the kids today better than anyone else

Final Space-Really funny and quite sweet though I’d stop after season 2

Parks and Recreation-A darling show that’s equal parts funny and so endearing. Better than the office that predated it.

What We Do in the Shadows-It’s fresh, it’s funny, it’s got no straight characters what more could you want?

Miracle Workers-If I can recommend anything it’s for sure this one. A group of some of the most talented actors of all time get together every season in a different setting playing different characters as they bounce off each other and make any story a laugh riot. The first season has Steven Buscemi play god, the second has Daniel Radcliffe play a Prince who’s country is on the brink of war, and the third has the gang on the Oregon trail and features Daniel Radcliffe doing a burlesque routine in short shorts and go go boots.

I’m A Virgo-ITS NOT OUT YET BUT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SUPPORT BOOTS REILLY’S NEW THING

[starlightshadowsworld]

Joyce: You mind putting my son down...

Mr Harrington: puts lil Jonathan back down we were just playing around.

Lil Jonathan: stands protectively infront of lil steve.

Joyce: What can we do you for? Puts a light hand on both kids shoulders. Bby Will is poking his head out from behind her leg.

Mr Harrington: Rolls his eyes Obviously I'm here to pick up Steven. Seeing as he never came home today eyes Steve who hides fearfully behind Jonathan Come on.

Lil Jonathan: glares

Joyce: looks down at Steve, eyes warm and voice gentle Hunny, do you want to go with this man.

Lil Jonathan: shaking his head frantically. Mum don't!

Joyce: gently Steve, it's okay sweetheart.

Lil Steve: clutching Jonathan's shirt with tears in his eyes. Looking up at her. no... No Mrs Byers.

Joyce: ruffles his hair, looks at Mr Harrington with cold eyes you heard him, thanks for stopping by.

Mr Harrington: You really want to mess me? We all know your crackpot of a husband isn't here to help you.

Joyce: snorts I have and will never need that man to fight my battles.

Mr Harrington: looks at Steve your mother's back home crying, she's been worried sick. And now you disgrace us by going to these backwater peseants?!

Lil Steve: flinches

Lil Jonathan: angry Fuck off! Leave him alone you big bully!

Mr Harrington: You will regret this Steven, I'll make sure of it.

Joyce: The only you thing you'll be doing is leaving me and my children alone before I call the police. And now I am good friends with the Cheif.

Mr Harrington: You'll regret taking him, he's nothing. You won't last a week until your throwing him back at us leaves

Lil Steve: crying

Joyce: heart breaks oh Steve... Kneels down and hugs him.

Lil Steve: I'm sniff sorry for causing you trouble Mrs Byers.

Joyce: None of that dear, a friend of Jonathan is a friend to me.

Lil Steve: Really? 🥺

Joyce: Really, your family dear, and you are safe now. I promise kisses his head.

Lil Jonathan: wiggles into the hug with Bby Will yeah! We've got you.

Lil Steve: But you got hurt cos of me.

Lil Jonathan: I'd do anything for you, your my brother.

Lil Steve: 🥺I've never had a brother before.

Joyce: chuckles and now you get two.

Bby Will: 😊!

Lil Steve: let's himself be held and smiles

[julianobungus]

Hi, I just discovered your work and I hope you're doing well :D

What are your thoughts on Steven Universe x Jack horner or maybe your headcanons?

Aww, thank you! I am doing well right now. Just existing and working, but content with it :v

Also, Steven/Jack is interesting! I remember someone sending an ask about it, and how Steven probably tried romancing him to turn him good (which ended up nor working lmao); I'm happy to come up with some headcanons!:

- Steven trying to turn him to the good side, but failing.

- Better yet, Steven being corrupted by Jack and slowly becoming as bad - or close to such - even though he started with good intentions.

- Steven's just too damn easy to manipulate and twist - Jack has him wrapped around his finger >:3

- Stevie keeps seeing thr good in him, as horrible as he is.

- But Jack isn't horrible to him, though!

- Big warm hugs from Jack 0///0

- Steven doesn't need anyone else in his life - no Connie or gems. Just Jack. That's what he's had him believe.

[two-sides-halved]

"Hey no worries, nobodies perfect... and everyone's allowed to make mistakes and grow." Human Steven replied with a warm smile. "Sorry I kinda dumped that out all on your lap... sometimes it's hard to not just let the dam break ya know?" Human Steven nuzzled into the others head affectionately.

"Hey it's not exactly Gem's fault that he's overprotective... he's just trying to make up for things he feels like he needs to make up for... I did... I felt like a useless sake of garbage when he tossed me out of the ship." He paused. "Yea... that's right. just because we have the tendency to fall apart doesn't mean we don't bounce back twice as strong as before!" Human Steven replied holding Eris' hand and twirled her around for a big hug burying his face into her neck and shoulders with the fluffy curls acting as a sort of pillow. "awe you're so sweet.... but yea lets get back inside and get cleaned up... I do not wanna smell like I work in a dialysis clinic with a bleeder."

Continued | @erisdiamas

Human Steven had a bead of sweat drip from his temple down the side of his cheek. He was afraid she would have mentioned that alternative. He tried to make it seem like he wasn't already over whelmed by the very thought of screwing up such a simple task to most people but he could already feel the nausea welling up in his core, nearly to the point he could smell the phantom scent of hair dye and hear the screams of the teenage girl screaming that some how he had turned her hair some sort of disgusting shade of chartreuse, or he caused her her hair fell out because he did something wrong.

The human's face started turning a slight pink around the cheeks and the bridge of his nose glowing a bit around the edges and in his eyes that seemed to have a 1000 yard stare. He knew that Eris has been through it while she was away and she was seemingly comfortable at home, but the looming threat of him messing it all up felt ever present even when Eris didn't seem like she wanted to leave, but she didn't seem like she wanted to leave before but she still did. As she mentioned that he was held up here in his room it reminded him that they were very much having a conversation.

He let out a nervous chuckle. "Right, right. Of course... dying hair at home is the cheaper option compared to having a professional hair stylist do it." He was having trouble trying to hide his stress about the whole thing. "Let's tackle the whole food situation first though, then we can get to your hair situation... if that's ok..." "maybe Gem Steven will be home by then and he could take care of it, or maybe Connie could... but then again I don't wanna rub the fact she lost her romantic partner when mine also died but she's pink." Human Steven thought the last part to himself.

[lunalockley]

Body and soul

Masterlist

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff and more fluff

Summary: After a long day you get home to watch your favorite movie with your favorite soft boy

Words: 800, working on making them longer

Notes: There's some rain, some Pride and Prejudice, some kisses and some fluffy Steven <3

It’s raining on your way back home. The city lights reflect a dazzling echo on the wet pavement, raindrops looking like sparkles on the ground. It’s magical. But you feel too exhausted to appreciate it.

You had too much work to get done today, having barely a few minutes to have a snack every now and then and now you are starving. Your head is pounding at your temples. Your hands are numb and your feet are creeping cold despite the warm socks you’re wearing under your shoes. Even your ears hurt from the chilling air.

All you can think is to put yourself under a stream of hot water and lay on the sofa wearing the comfiest sweatsuit you own with a big cup of hot tea. You don’t even feel like cooking, you’ll order some dinner while you wait for Steven to get home.

That’s what you are thinking when you open your flat’s door and the smell of your favorite soup feels so good that almost makes you cry. As soon as he sees you Steven rushes to kiss you, taking care of your umbrella and coat while he tells you they closed the museum early for lack of visitors.

But instead of answering you only react by holding him as close as you can. His embrace instantly makes you feel better.

You’d think your cold nose against his neck would make him flinch but he only hugs you tighter. Like he knew the warmth of his body has the power to soothe any pain.

“It’s freezing cold, isn’t love?” he asks, smoothing your hair and brushing his fingers in your neck, realizing the tension effortlessly. “I wanted to surprise you by picking you up at work but then I thought that waiting for you with some warm food was better”.

At your lack of words, he backs up a little to look at your face. And he doesn’t even need to ask, he already knows. That’s how much in sync he is with you. You could bet even your heartbeats pound in perfect harmonization.

“What if you change into some comfortable clothes and we have dinner watching whatever you feel like watching? Hmm? What'd you think, love?”

Yet, it still astonishes you how he always knows exactly what to say and what to do to make you feel better. You think he doesn’t even notice it because that’s who he is. Being this kind, considerate, and thoughtful is a second nature to him. It’s as natural to him as breathing.

So later, even when Pride and Prejudice it’s one of your favorite movies, you spent half of the time watching him instead. You’re hypnotized by his genuine reactions, despite the fact he must have watched the movie as many times as you have. You’re absorbed by how he’s not scared of showing his emotions. Completely caught up by the strength behind his open vulnerability.

You melt when he says he gets Darcy’s hand flex because that’s how he feels every time he touches you, when he shakes his head in disapproval at the appearance of Mr. Wickham, when he softly hums the melody of the dancing scene into your neck, when he laughs at the one flower Collin uses to propose, when he holds you closer at Darcy’s confession, when he caresses your hands holding them to his chest at the dawn scene, when he gets teary watching the emotion on Mr. Bennet's face at the end of the movie, and when he helps you get up from the couch, saying he can’t offer you half of Pemberley but all of his heart.

But then he makes you weak on the knees by repeating Darcy’s words in between kisses while leading your way to the bed: “You have bewitched me,” the gentle caresses of his palms on your cheeks, the breathlessness of his low voice sending goosebumps all over your skin, “body and soul”.

You turn around and push him into the mattress. Climbing onto him and easing with your lips that point where his brows meet sometimes, pronouncing the words as a veneration: “And I love,” a fluttering kiss on his eyelids that steal him a soft sight. “I love,” gentle kisses on his flushed cheekbones. Then you back up a little to look him in the eyes, your heart hammering in your chest and all the discomforts of the day long-forgotten as you whisper “I love you”.

[michinnyun]

A Quiet Life

Pairing: Steven Grant x F!Reader

Summary: Life is different when the danger's over. Not bad. Just different

Tags: Soft Steven Grant (Marvel) × Picnics × Romantic Gestures × Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD × Steven Grant Needs a Hug (Marvel) × Hugging × Gentle Kissing × Fluff × Tooth-Rotting Fluff × Established Relationship x No use of y/n

Words: 1.1k

AO3 link

It’s a glorious summer day, and you're stuck inside at work.

Things are slow. Your favorite coworker isn't here. The hours tick by and you sneak glances at your phone to see if one of the boys texted you. Nothing.

You sigh, tapping your fingers on your chin. Steven’s the one that fronts most of the time nowadays, since he's the one who's most equipped to hold down a job that doesn't involve killing people. He’s been absorbed in his Egyptology books, drinking his fill on his favorite subject. You thought he'd be tired of it after everything with Jake and Khonshu, but old habits die hard. You don't like to disturb him. You know he values his alone time, just like you value yours. Besides, you still have plenty of time together in your days off. It'd just be nice to hear from him once in a while, that's all. Just because you're so bored.

The minutes finally trickle away until it's time to leave, the moon high in the sky on your walk home. You shiver despite the warm weather, remembering who keeps watch over the travelers of the night. You weren't spared in Khonshu’s quest for vengeance, and you hope you won't be meeting him again anytime soon. You'll take your boring life over another cosmic quest for balance or whatever, thank you very much.

Your key slides easily into the lock of Steven’s door. Expecting him to be curled up in his office chair with another book on the Ennead, you almost drop your bag when you see what he's done to the flat.

Electric tea lights are on every surface and a big cozy blanket is covering the floor, festooned with pillows. The window is wide open and moonlight illuminates Steven sitting eagerly on the floor.

“What’s this?” you ask quietly, shucking your jacket and taking in the room in awe.

“A little surprise!” he says. “I thought we could have a picnic after work.”

He jumps up and grabs some plates from the fridge while you toe your shoes off.

You sink into the pillows, surprised to find that the floor doesn't feel so hard on your bottom. He must have put some sort of foam pad down before the blanket. He really thought of everything.

Steven comes over with food and a bottle of wine, as well as some glasses. A laugh bubbles out of you in amazement.

“You did this all for me?” you ask. He nods. “Why?”

Steven shrugs. “Haven't seen you in a while. We've both been so busy, I didn't want you to think I’d forgotten you. Jake and Marc had their say in what we should do tonight, but I wanted to do something special for you.”

He’s talking with his hands a lot, and you get the sense that he's nervous. It's not that you don't believe he would arrange something like this, so incredibly romantic and kind. In fact, it's perfectly in character for him do to something this thoughtful after the long day you've both had.

But you also spend every night with him, listening to him mutter in his sleep and watching his face change due to nightmare after nightmare. You've been through things together, and you know him a little better than he thinks. You place your hand on top of his, and he stops fidgeting.

“Steven.” You force him to look at you. “What's wrong?”

He just stares at you for a little bit, stammering. Then his lower lip trembles. You smooth his hair, and he leans into the touch like a particularly affectionate cat. It's like something in him breaks.

“Things have been quiet,” he mumbles. “We both have jobs. Normal jobs. We’re normal people. I don’t… Sometimes I don't really... know what what to with myself. I don't want you to become bored of me.”

You lick your lips. Out of the three of them, Steven is definitely the most sensitive. Marc made him take the brunt of his psychological trauma their whole lives, and it breaks your heart that sweet Steven still thinks that's all he's good for, even when the danger is long gone.

You cup his cheek. He leans into you, practically sagging until you're laying in the pillows, him snuggling into your neck like he’s trying to bury himself in you.

“You know what I was actually thinking on the way home today?” He hums. “That I’m glad things are normal. I’d take a boring day of working or reading or doing chores with you over everything else.”

Steven presses his warm lips to your neck, and you shiver. He wraps his arms around your middle, pulling you down so he can properly kiss you. You sigh. It’s been a long day, but you're glad you get to end it with Steven. You're glad you get to end every day with your boys, but today in particular, you're glad it's him.

You pull back and look into his eyes, warm and dark and full of fathomless depths of affection.

You smooth out his crow’s feet with your thumb, thinking about how prominent they've become since he was freed from Khonshu’s service. Signs of good, happy years. You press a kiss to the corner of his eye.

“You make me want a quiet life,” you murmur.

One thing you love about Steven is how vulnerable his face can get. It’s unnerving how different his expressions can be from Marc's. Jake is an entirely different animal that you're still figuring out, but Steven. Sweet Steven. He looks like you’ve just peeled open your heart and offered it to him in slices.

“I love you,” he says, wisps of stubble scratching your cheek as he pulls you in for a tight embrace. “I wish I could absorb you. Like an angler fish.”

You laugh. “I don't think you've got enough room in there for one more.” You card your fingers through his curls and scratch his scalp. He shivers in pleasure. “Besides, male angler fish are much smaller than the females. Wouldn't I be the one absorbing you?”

He grunts. “Details. Technicalities. All rubbish. We're not actually angler fish, and I can do whatever I want. And I want to absorb you.”

You kiss his cheek, smiling. “Okay. You can absorb me. You win.”

He laughs triumphantly, tangling your legs together. You sigh, inhaling the smell of his pomade and body wash that you love so much.

The food Steven brought out sits untouched for a good while.

[ms5m1th]

Khonshu does some magic stuff and it creates a obstacle: bath time.

----

"Khonshu,"

"I can fix it,"

"Then do it now,"

Mama glares at Khonshu while 3 men hide behind her, refusing to look at the scary bird.

"It will take some time,"

"Then hurry up, now."

Khonshu nods, and quickly disappears.

"Mommy?"

She takes a deep breath, and turns around, smiling at her anxious boys.

"Yes, prince? What is it?"

"Are you okay?"

"'Cause I can beat him up for you!"

Jake interrupts, Marc just shifting side to side, sucking on the back of his fingers. Mama chuckles, and tickles Jake's neck teasingly.

"I'm okay, babies. Just a little frustrated with the big bird. Nothing to do with you guys."

Jake and Steven nodded.

"How about you two get your pajamas and get ready to take a bath."

"Okie/Okay!"

The two run off, leaving her and Marc alone.

"Baby?"

Marc looks up, his eyes slightly watery.

"Are you okay? Do you need Mama to do anything?"

Marc sniffles gently, and takes his fingers out of his mouth.

"I don't like it,"

He whispered, shuffling closer to Mama, getting caught in a hug.

"Don't like what honey?"

"I feel weird, Mama. 's only me now."

Mama kisses his head, rocking him gently.

"I know. The big bird messed stuff up, huh?"

Marc nods, whimpering just thinking about the situation.

"I know, baby. It's unfair. But you know what?"

Marc looks up at her, staring at her intently.

"Nobody is going to treat you any differently. I'm still gonna love you, and so do Jake and Steven. Okay? No one's gonna mistreat you because your in a smaller place than them, okay?"

Marc puts the back of his fingers in his mouth, hiding his smile as he nods.

"Is my baby hiding?"

He shakes his head, but hides his head in her neck as he giggles. She chuckles, but let's it happen.

"Okay, baby boy. Let's go take a bath, okay?"

He hums happily as she picks him up, taking him to the bedroom where Steven and Jake busy themselves.

"Boys?"

They turn to Mama, smiling.

"Marc is a little smaller than you two, so I want you to be a little gentle with him, okay?"

"Okay, Mami!"

"Is he gonna take a baf wit' us?"

"Yes, I just have to get his pajamas."

She turns to Marc, gently brushing his curls out of his face.

"Do you need a diaper, baby? Or are you a big boy today?"

"'M big, Mama."

"Okay. Boys, go to the bathroom and each pick one toy. If he needs help, help Marc out of his clothes please."

"Okay, Mommy!"

She puts Marc down, rocking him as he whines as his feet hit the ground.

"Go with Jake and Steven, okay? I'll be right there."

He released her with a nod, turning to the other boys. Steven smiles, extending his hand to the smaller boy. He takes it, sniffling as they guide him away.

"C'mon, Marc! I'm gonna show you my favorite baf toy!"

"I can protect you from the bath monsters if you're scared!"

"Jake! There's no baf monsters!"

That was the last thing she heard before they were out of her earshot. She quickly gets Marc's pajamas, walking into the bathroom to see a warming sight.

Marc sits in Jake's lap, fiddling with his toy as Steven talks excitedly. Jake set's his head on Marc, smiling gently at the moment, his toy on the sink.

"I never get to talk to you guys when I'm little, so I'm excited!"

Steven pauses, his smile slowly going away.

"Go," Marc urged, wanting to hear the rest of the story, stimming and kicking his feet as he does so. Jake nodded in agreement, "Keep goin', buddy!"

Steven's smile returns and happy stims as he continues his story.

"You all being good?" She finally walks in, setting Marc's pajamas onto of the others.

"Uh-huh! I'm telling them a story!"

Steven giggles as Mama blows air into his neck.

"Keep on going then, prince."

He does so without hesitation. She fills the tub, checking the temperature before she nods to herself.

"Toys, boys!"

Steven, now finished with his story, hands her a hippo toy that squirts water out of it's mouth. Jake leans over, his other arm catching Marc as he started to fall forward. He hands her a simple toy boat.

When it was Marc's turn, he whines, hugging the toy to his chest. "Baby, can I have your toy?" He shakes his head, hiding his face in Jake's neck.

"Baby, I'm not taking it forever. Just until you get in the bath, okay? Mama will give it back."

He looks up, loosening his grip on the toy.

"P'omise?"

"I promise."

He sniffles, but hands her the toy. It was a goldfish, but it had one of it's fins stitched. She grabs the toy and went to put it in the water.

"Careful,"

He muttered.

"I'll be careful, honey. Roro's okay, see? His little fin is still here." She shows him the toy one last time, before putting it in the water finally.

"Come on, baby. You first."

Marc gets in with a little help from Mama, happy stimming when he sees his toy, picking it up like he hasn't seen it in years.

"You next, prince."

"Okay!"

He slides in next to Marc, and begins showing him how his toy squirts water. Mama turns to Jake, smiling playfully.

"You gonna be good and not splash?"

Jake nods seriously.

"Marc's too little to splash, silly Mami!"

"Okay! Well, get in!"

He does so, and begins to giggle, slipping a little further as he gently pats the water. He must resist the urge to splash. He had to! He happy stims, wiggling in place as he continues to giggle. Seeing this, Mama smiles. He always tended to slip a little during bath time.

"Jake, bubba. You can stim, baby, just be careful of how hard you hit the water."

When he hears this, he hits the water a tiny bit harder, smiling so hard that his cheeks start to hurt. He always had a habit of masking, pushing down his stims. So everytime he's reminded that he can, he tends to get a little crazy.

"You boys good and warm?"

The all give affirmatives as she grabs their rightful loofahs and rags, putting them in the water. They had to soak in the water before she washed them or else they'd get uncomfortable with the texture.

"Thank you boys for being good for me and for each other."

"You're welcome, Mama/Mommy/Mami!"

Now the next obstacle that she knows she'll have trouble with: bedtime.