#marc just says stuff like that I guess and while Steven giggles

[traveller-of-the-knight]

"Create a new identity..."

Moon Knight: I could do that

When the writers make them say stuff like that, I can only imagine them giggling with the graphic designer

Ultimate Spiderman v1 #107

earth 1610 (not the main series)

Oh no, no, no, no I kept reading the comics and this is actually the plan??!! Marc just goes to the others and say "we need to create a new persona"

PERSONA?! Really?! Oh, and then they go and describe maybe in the worst way possible how DID works?!

Uh... TW: extremely wrong description of DID that is very hurtful to anyone dealing with it under the cut:

Also earth 1610 has this little girl instead of Jake (GOD I HOPE JAKE WON'T BE THAT NEW ALTER "MADE TO BE A KILLER")

[boredzillenial]

“Is That My Shirt?”

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

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

Wordcount: 1.2K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Never pegged you for an iced coffee guy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Part 2

MoonKnight Bingo Masterlist

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

[angel-of-the-moons]

A Rose Under The Moon

Moon Knight System (Marc/Steven/Jake) x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: None really

A/N: Gods you guys I am so sorry it's taken so long, life just keeps getting on track and derailing into some crazy bs for me lately (and of course the wonderful problems of depression and problematic mental health are an issue) but I'm hoping I churn out a bit more writing because I miss it and Lord it drives me bonkers when I wanna write, but can't think of where to start. So this is one of the shorter chapters, filler mostly. But have some Hippo Mama-focused stuff for a bit!

Taglist: @bad4amficideas @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @shirukitsune @lokisremainingsanity @mundivagantsoul @furblrwurblr @zoleea-exultant @latenightcravingz @daygirl26 @thelastemzy @leahnicole1219 @crazyunsexycool

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Chapter 7:

Cats and Cradles

You were certainly a peculiar creature. Odd dietary habits, an awkward sleeping schedule...

But all this could be tied to your soulmate, surely. Or well... Soulmates, as it were. It had to have been.

"It must be so difficult for you, poor little thing." Taweret sighed as she watched you eat your breakfast for the day. Some simple grain-based cereal with granola and dehydrated fruit mixed in, with some sweetened oat-milk poured in, a nice piping cup of tea steaming next to you.

You idly ate spoonful after spoonful while you read an old journal of some sorts. Mass produced of course, but the pages were yellowed and torn at the edges, the spine well-creased.

Taweret leaned over to see what was in the book. Inside were detailed sketches of relics from various Egyptian tombs.

The goddess chuckled as she looked down at you, and looked at your wrist. The bottom right Moon was full today. Given your choice of breakfast and reading material for the morning...

Taweret had to guess Steven was in control of the body. Already, you and the boys were so in tune with one another you didn't even notice when your habits would change depending on who was in control.

Like the day you put whiskey in Jake's coffee. You were intending to do the same for yourself. In fact, you did.

You were sipping at your tea when a slight scratching could be heard at the door that led to the stairs that descended into the alley behind your shop.

Taweret's little ears flicked about as she watched you curiously as you stand, and go over to the door. Once it opens, there, patiently sitting with big, beautiful green eyes, was a silky-soft black cat.

The cat raised its paw at you a few times, meowing.

You chuckle and step aside, "C'mon, Puck. Yes, I got your treats for you." You say to the little creature as she--yes, Taweret was positive the cat was female--sauntered into your flat as though she owned the place.

The cat, apparently named by you as "Puck" sat at two empty little dishes on the floor, pink with little fish pictures printed on.

"How quaint!" Taweret giggled. Of course, she knew you couldn't see or hear her, but she was curious about you. And if that blasted old pigeon was nosing about you, Taweret wanted to know more about you as well. And gosh, did she find you positively endearing! Especially with how you were baby-talking to your little furry friend!

"C'mon, Puck." You giggle, pulling out a small container of goat milk. Taweret watches, absolutely besotted with the scene in front of her as you pour some of the milk into one of the pink bowls, and a handful of kibble in the other.

You scritch the cat's ear as she happily laps up her milk, before she switches and munches on her food.

"I wish I knew what you got up to when you're not around. I haven't seen you for two weeks!" You sigh, sitting on your haunches with your cheeks in your palms as you watched the creature eat.

Taweret carefully maneuvers herself out of the way as you get up to grab your cereal, finishing it off as you talk in between bites to your furry companion, ranting about some controversial fact or another you've read about, or perhaps it was a particularly rude woman in the local super market, you never ran out of things to rant about to the cat.

The hippo woman giggles again as she clasps her hands in front of her and the one-sided conversation you were having. When she looked back down, she noticed Puck was staring right up at her.

Oh, right. Animals can see her.

Ah well... It's not like Puck could talk, so she couldn't exactly tell you there was a 9 foot hippo woman standing in the middle of your flat.

"You're such a good girl, Puck." You coo, scooping up the fluffy critter. The cat allows you to hold her in a way reminiscent of a mother holding her baby, and she purred as you rubbed her belly, licking her chops clean of the food and milk she still had on her.

"Such a messy girl, too." You grin, leaning down to boop your nose to Puck's.

'This cat is the calmest I've ever seen.' Taweret thought amusingly. 'So well-behaved and sweet. A perfect little friend for this darling girl.'

Already Taweret was feeling things for you, she was already starting to dote on you (even though you didn't know it) in a similar way she did with Layla.

The past few weeks, when she wasn't conversing with Layla or the boys, she was with you, milling about in your shop, watching you bake. (Watching someone bake muffins without eggs and other animal products was fascinating! Steven usually made meals, not sweets!)

Sometimes she would sit on the floor, curiously watching whatever it was you had on the TV in the background. (Heavens, there was some dreadful stuff there. She learned to tune out your serial killer documentaries...) However, Taweret was certainly partial to the sci-fi movies you watched.

Particularly the old ones, like that one... Oh, what was it? That strong young woman with the orange cat? Ah! Alien. She very much liked that franchise, it was nice seeing such a strong young woman. "Ripley" reminded her so much of Layla. She even had curly hair! And her darling cat, Jonesy; she had a soft spot for ginger tabbies; they tended to be so silly!

As you went about your morning routine, Taweret noticed that Puck would watch her everywhere she went. It wasn't uncommon, again, for animals to react to her presence. Dogs and birds would make a fuss, but cats were always content to just watch. Sometimes she would lean down and give the little animals a good stroke to their fur.

Taweret continued to watch, the invisible spectator to your routine as you did your dishes and began baking your morning muffins and cakes for your shop.

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The day was rather droll, the grimy chilly weather outside meant you would have few customers. So, you'd taken it up on yourself to start organizing and dusting shelves of the books that hardly got touched, Puck staying your loyal little shadow.

She was a big hit with those that did come in, especially older folks. They would lean down, stroke or scratch her and go "oh, such a sweet cat" and "such a good girl!" And of course, Puck seemed to eat it all up, purring loudly and sitting snugly in a folded up sweater you set on the checkout counter.

However, you noticed that Puck, somewhere around mid-afternoon, began walking about the shelves, sitting at the end, and staring.

It was unlike her, when she would spend time with you. She almost always snuggled in your old wool sweater and waited for pets from customers.

But right now, Puck was sitting in the section that held your stock of fantasy and sci-fi novels. Her eyes large, and unblinking as she looked at what appeared to simply be dead air. You noticed she did this in your flat this morning... but paid no mind to it. After all, who could possibly claim to know the inner workings of a feline mind? Perhaps a speck of dust wafting about caught her eye and she was fixated upon it? Who knows?

You left Puck to do her silly kitty routine and continued cleaning and organizing.

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Taweret got a little anxious when the cat persistently followed her about. For some reason, this cat was wholly invested in Taweret's appearance after she awoke from her nap on the counter.

Perhaps it was because Taweret was an alien presence that the cat had never seen before? Perhaps she could sense Taweret's divinity? Cats were often capable of sensing supernatural things, or even venturing into a kind of spirit world, and capable of bringing good luck and good fortune to those that housed and loved them.

And you seemed to care and love Puck whenever she would come back to see you from her "adventures" as you put them.

But right now, Pick was still just... staring.

"Oh, dear... Shoo, little one! I'd hate for your friend to catch on!" Taweret said, her fingers wiggling anxiously, ears flicking about.

The cat merely stared, giving Taweret a long, slow blink in response.

"Ohhh..."

"Whatcha gawking at, Puck?" You say, clicking your tongue as you kneel next to the cat, rubbing her head with your fingers.

Puck's tail merely flicked about behind her a few times, and she gave another slow blink, but not at you.

Your eyes track where Puck was staring, and for a moment, Taweret was worried you could see her...

But instead you chuckle and scritch the cat again.

"Is my bookshop haunted, Puck? If so, tell your ghost buddies not to knock stuff off my shelves, okay? I do not have poltergeist insurance."

Taweret sighed, her body sagging in relief as you walked off, paying no further mind to Puck and her odd behavior.

"Goodness me, you certainly are an odd one!" Taweret told the cat, reaching down to stroke her sweetly.

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A young woman with bright green hair and possibly the most piercings you'd ever seen in a person had walked into your store, striking up a conversation with you.

She was from Turkey, originally, and was looking into books about any local history, and oddly enough, nursery rhymes.

The young woman told you her name was Anya, and that her parents met when her mother was on some job that required her to travel. She only recently moved to England (her mother's birthplace) after her father passed away.

That's when Anya told you she wanted to go into childcare, hence the books on nursery rhymes.

"Yeah, there's a local daycare that says they need more books cause the kids love em to pieces." She snorted, shoving her hands in her pockets. "Literally."

"Oh, no I can imagine." You chuckle, placing the colorful books in one of your reusable bags.

Anya reached out and patted Puck's haunches, and Puck stretched, making a "mrrp?" noise as she did. Stretching over Anya's torso (that was visible beneath her over-sized shirt that hung off one of her shoulders) was a mark that looked almost like flames. You were absolutely transfixed by it.

"'S not ink, if that's what you're wondering." She winked at you.

Your face flushed, and you rubbed the back of your neck, embarrassed that you were caught staring. "Oh, I just... It's just so..."

"Eye-catchin'? Yeah, I know." She grinned. "I've had it since I was like, six."

"Oh! It's your mark?" You gasped.

"Yep! I like it, honestly. Rather cool and adds to my whole aesthetic." Anya laughed. "You can imagine my mum's reaction when she woke me up for school one day and I have a freakin' big arse mark that looks like some sorta phoenix. You should've seen the look on my teacher! Oh, man. She about died!"

Anya petted Puck again. "You've got a really sweet cat, here. She's really calm."

"Oh, Puck? She's actually not my pet, if you can believe that!" You chuckle, watching as Puck soaked up the attention like a little fluffy sponge.

"She's not?" Anya blinked on reply. "Then whose is she?"

"I'm not sure," You answer truthfully. "She just comes around, disappears for a while, and comes back. I love her company, though. She's a real sweetie."

"Man, I've always wanted a cat. I wonder if I can talk my mum into getting a cat?" She mused.

"Oh, I recommend it. My dad always had cats growing up." You chuckle. "He'd feed the strays on our property, would get them vaccinated, build little hutches for the winter... We also had one or two in the house as our pets. Always had a black one, like Puck here."

You sigh wistfully, playfully poking Puck's belly as she rolled over and showed the pudge to Anya, who cooed at her cute behavior.

"So I guess I have a soft spot for little voids, they remind me of my dad."

"Oh, man, void cats are the best. I love watching videos of them online! They just look like giant polka dots with eyes!" The young woman giggled with glee, happily rubbing Puck's belly.

You'd finished ringing her up and she gladly paid, saying as she left, "I'll have to come back and get more of these for the kids. Thanks!"

"Anytime, sweets!" You say to her as she happily walked out into the dreary weather.

You looked at Puck, your chin in your palm as you snorted at her. She turned her head and stretched, moseying over to you and headbutting your chin, before pulling back and giving you a slow blink.

"Maybe I should get you some of those talking buttons, eh, Puck? I'd sure love to hear what you're thinking!" You sigh at her. Puck merely purred in response.

You were still blissfully unaware of the goddess still inhabiting the space of your shop, watching you with a fond smile.

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Chapter 8: Link

[asherloki]

I have a cute little idea for a request… could you maybe write a fic about Steven or Layla or the reader (your choice) teaching Marc how to carve pumpkins? I feel like he never learned that and he needs someone gentle and patient to teach him

Moon carved pumpkin

Marc Spector x reader

A/n :- thanks for the request, I chose marc x reader, happy halloween!

It was the beginning of fall in London, as Steven is the one who actually stays and works there, marc never had a chance to know how huge fall season is to you, with celebrating Halloween and carving pumpkins. You were dating Steven for a few months now then marc came, he wasn't someone whom you adored from the beginning like you did to steven but you knew he's actually nice, doesn't shows it. You and marc got along pretty well after that. Been a few weeks you moved to steven's rusty dark flat, making it look bearable but sorting stuffs and putting more lights. It was fall season's beginning so one day as you went to shop, you felt overwhelmed seeing pumpkins at the market. You couldn't help but buy one to carve and bought another for marc. You knew he has never done these so you were excited to teach him. You walked towards your flat trying to be okay even after the chilling air was whispering in your ear a little too loud.

"marc? Are you in ? I'm home!" You called and he came out of the washroom.

"welcome back darling, what's in these bags , looks so heavy"

"these are pumpkins"

"great I love pumpkins"

"do you like carving them too?" You asked raising one brow.

"wh-what?" Baffled he was.

"i know" you said giggling "you've never done this before, baby, Halloween is coming up and you have to try carving pumpkins, it's freaking fun"

"you mean those faces you guys do on these?" Asked him, in utter confusion.

"yes, you can do any kinda creativity on these,upto you! So? Wanna try?"

"Guess you can ask Steven" said he

"he has done these probably but I want marc Spector to try it, come on Mr Spector pretty please?"

He can't avoid your puppy eyes so he sighed and said, "okay, as you wish your highness"

You both sat together with carving knives in hand and each of you with a pumpkin. Marc tried to make a line of the triangle eye of a Halloween pumpkin but his hands shaked as he has never done anything similar to this before.

"not happening" he said,

"it would, see me doing it before you try, maybe that'll help" saying this you showed him how to cut a triangle. "Okay? Now try"

So he did and it was more an imperfect hexagon than a triangle. "It doesn't look so similar" he said.

"it's okay try the other eye" you encouraged. While doing the other he cut a wrong line and hot mad,

"I am too stupid to do this" said he fuming.

"Marc Spector keep calm" you scolded "if a man can put a cresent blade on a jackal's chest then he can do this as well. Why are you getting upset darling I'm here right? I'll teach you" saying this you held his hand. And did triangles on your pumpkins, the other eye, nose and it was time for the mouth, "now the mouth can be tricky, it has creepy teeth but trust the process okay" you did do a good job carving that mouth holding him.

"now can you do it?" You asked

"i hope, I can but what if...." He couldn't complete it. You interrupted by saying.

"I'm here, I'll fix it, just don't give up" you said which encouraged him. Except for the mouth he didn't need much help. You made a cresent moon on the forehead of the pumpkin he was carving.

"what was that for?" He asked smiling

"to make sure he knows who carved him" you replied.

His pumpkin looked decent only when it wasn't beside yours, yours was marvellous.

"see it looks good" you said,

"if you say so baby" and kissed your cheek

"do you think you can make another one, I mean can Steven?" You enquired.

"he can , might be skilled as well" he replied

"then I'll but another one for him tomorrow as well" saying this you put your head on Marc's shoulder and admired both of your creative pumpkins placed together.

[ihavetolistentoastupidpigeon]

Ice Skating Date Headcanons

Steven didn’t know what he was getting himself into. He didn’t know how to skate.

He doesn’t know if he or someone else sent that text about ice skating, but he couldn't say no because you seemed excited

“You are going to break our ankles Steven, Just call a quits and go home.”

“Oh hush Marc...” Steven mumbles as he gets his skates on

You looked (Beautiful/Handsome) 

You had a beanie with a puff ball on the top which tended to drag it down on your face

You had a nice scarf wrapped around you as well as a light coat.

Now that he thinks of it He probably should have brought something warmer

Once he stands up he wobbles and ends up grabbing on to you

He was worried it would make you uncomfortable but you laughed instead

His heart swells at the sound

“Alright on the ice we go!” Steven says

He makes sure to hold out an arm for support if you needed it

You didn’t seem to, but you held on anyway

Now when he got on the ice it was a different story

He was slipping and falling which was really embarrassing

But it made you laugh so he will deal with it.

After a while however his body felt weird. 

He felt more steady, like he was having an out of body experience

Because he sure as hell could not just suddenly learn to skate

His legs moved with confidence he didn’t have

He was sure Marc could hear his thoughts but he wasn’t saying anything

Steven was going to talk to Marc when he suddenly felt your hand in his

His face was burning red

He mouth was agape but his legs continued onward

You gripped him fiercely as to not fall on your own ass

But he hoped somewhere in there you wanted to be this close

He somehow found a way to twirl you which knocked you both down

You were laughing burying your head in his chest and he was sure you could hear his heart beat

“Get up Steven before your head gets cut off by someone's skates”

That made Stevens face sour. Mood ruined

He felt you tense up as your scrambled to get off of him

“Sorry... I guess I am a bit heavy...” You say

This breaks Stevens heart “N-No love it’s just I hit my head a bit!” He says standing up

“Good job mate now she’s upset!” Steven says internally

“How about some hot chocolate?” Steven asks with a smile

He was relieved that it lifted up your spirits a bit

He completely forgot the feeling of his body moving on its own accord

You both decided that skating was done for the day and to get some Cocoa at one of the stands

He was about to pay but you already had your card swiped

“You paid for the tickets I’ll pay for the drinks” You say with a smile

No one has ever bought him a drink

And never on a date has someone gone half and half

He isn’t offended, but it feels kind of nice 

When you come back to the table you both are sat at you smile

“I made sure to get Almond Milk because I think you mentioned you were Vegan” You say and hand it to him

He is shocked and he swears he feels his heart palpitating

No one really listens to his interests or accommodates his needs

Marc sure doesn’t, (At least when it comes to the Moon Knight stuff) he eats meat and sometimes he feels sick when he takes over the body so this was a nice change

“O-Oh thank you!” He exclaims and this causes you to giggle

You both talk for a while until mid afternoon

“I should really get back but... Could you walk me home?” When you ask that his smile brightens

You actually feel safe with him!

You want him to walk you home!

You trust him and might actually like him!

Then again this is the technical third date you both have had

This makes him think:

Should I make it official?

Is it to soon?

What if you’re uncomfortable 

what i-

“You need to answer them Steven!” Marc says

Steven looks up to see that you are waiting for a response

“Of course! I’ll walk you home any time you li- I mean... Yes...”

You giggle again “I would like that. Now I know who to call.” 

You say with a smirk

When you both get to your flat you actually let him inside the building and have him walk you up to your door

“Sorry I don’t want you to assume we are in here for sex... I don’t really want that... Yet”

He hears you say this and is met with many emotions

Sadness because you thought he might have assumed that is what he wanted

Anger because apparently someone made you think this before

and finally shock

You said “yet” Does that mean you are interested?

He shouldn’t think about that now though he wants to take this slow and so do you which makes him happy

“And that is perfectly fine! I didn’t assume that, that is what was going on. I was hoping you were enjoying my company” He says with a laugh

“Jeez now I sound like a-”

“Don’t belittle yourself you are setting clear boundaries, something I wish I could do sometimes. I am happy you feel comfortable to tell me what they are.”

The look of shock on your face made him even more upset

“T-Thanks... If I didn’t ruin our chances... Can we go out again?”

He beams when he hears this

“Of course! You text me what you would like to do and we will discuss!”

You nod and you both stand there in silence

He almost thinks he is over staying his welcome when suddenly he feels you slightly chapped yet soft lips on his cheek

“BYE!” You say before rushing to unlock the door and slamming it in his face

Steven stands there is shock for a moment before his body is suddenly dragging him away

When he gets home that later that evening all he can do is smile.