#steven grant

[blueumbriel]

Just hanging out before the next mission rolls in

[mylittledelulucorner]

I would never miss date night with him!!

#our poor little meow meow       ↳ MOON KNIGHT (2022-) | 1.01 “The Goldfish Problem”

[lokischickadee]

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

BABE HEAR ME OUT!!!

All that I’ve been thinking about today was how possessive and jealous the moon boys get, especially if they’re having sex with you and you accidentally moan/scream out another alters name.

Shits about to go down 🫣

Yes bae!! ^•^

Sorry it took me an eon to finally respond to you, my inbox is currently flooded. :>

How possessive and jealous they are

Moon boys x afab!reader

Nsfw below.

Average possessiveness/jealousy:

Steven: He's not so much the possessive type, but he can be and it's scary. If he's in the mood, he will remind you who you belong.

Marc: Possessive is his second name. Jealousy too. If he sees you looking at another guy for too long he will show you your place later. He's not playing around.

Jake: Similar to Marc, but likes threatening with guns and is more harsh. How did the guy you spoke a bit too long yesterday end up between garbage bags???

During sexy time:

Steven: Depends on how much he's lost into you. But if you say not his name again, he will slow his thrusts.

"What's that luv? Callin' me Marc? Jake?"

You gasp, finally realizing your mistake, your face turning red in embarrassment.

"Do I fuck you like them?" He asked, rolling his hips.

"No, it was just a slip up, I swear!" You begged.

Steven smiled. "Really? A slip up? How about I slip out of you and let the others fuck you then?" He asked sarcastically.

"No I'm sorry, please." You pouted.

Steven grinned. "So you admit you want me to keep fucking you, yeah?"

You nodded. "Yes! Yes!"

He couldn't help but chuckle. "Marc and Jake are fuming now."

Jake: He catched it the first time it slipped out of you.

"Huh? Steven? Marc? Come on, I thought you knew better, cariño." Jake smirked, gently pinching your cheek.

"Jake, it wasn't on purpose!" You pleaded.

Jake laughed. "And here I thought you knew who's fucking you judging from how we like to fuck you."

"I'm sorry."

Jake leaned down, biting your neck to make you gasp. "Scream my name from now on."

Marc: At first he thought he misheard it, but when you did it again, he stopped.

"What did you call me? Jake? Steven?"

Your eyes widened. "It-it was a mistake.."

Marc smirked. "Really now? Does my fucking feel that similar to the others?"

"No!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Prove it."

You swallowed hard. "You're... you're better." The words slipped out of you without thinking.

He smiled. "Oh I'm better now, huh?"

"Y-yes." You gulped.

Marc leaned down, kissing your cheek and making his way down your neck.

"Good, keep saying that."

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[fierysakura]

He’s tryna keep you alive, lads. Let the man concentrate.

There was this really cool concept art for the Moon Knight costume (under cut) that I thought would suit Jake, so here’s a very rough sketch of shenanigans.

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[icarusredwings]

Lore accurate moon knight cause yeah bassically.

And then Jake is over here cursing their family blood line in spanish. Which I think is really funny to HC that only Marc knows spanish so Steven just stands here like "oh god what is he saying now?" And sometimes marc bullshits it for the sake of the mission. "Uhhh that he really wants tacos! Or.. something."

"Yeah yeah Jake we'll feed you later, but did he say anything about the mission?"

"Uhhh Nope. Nothing."

ok final post in a billion years bye bye

[fruitsnacks17]

My perfectly normal reaction after watching Civil War for the first time

[astxroiid]

Can I request capricorn ➞ fave places to kiss/be kissed with Steven Grant?

absolutely, love ! thanks so much for asking! 💋

Steven loves kisses in any form as long as they're from you. He can't describe how delighted he feels when you show him affection in any way. If he had to pick, he likes when you kiss him on the forehead/top of the head the most. It makes him feel safe, like nothing bad will ever happen (again). When you press your lips to his head, the world doesn't feel so cold and dark anymore.

In the context of him kissing you, the comment of anywhere makes him happy still stands. As long as he can properly convey how much he loves and appreciates you. If choices are to be made: kissing the top of your shoulder while he's hugging you from behind gives him the most satisfaction. He'll plant a kiss to the bare skin on your back then rest his cheek there when you're brushing your teeth after the shower and he'll feel at home.

again, thanks so much! requests from my 600 q&a are open until feb. 14 !

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[machete-savant]

This is my way of coping with my lack of lunar general skin

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

SCREAMING! SCREAMING! SCREAMING!

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone

Summary: It's been a month since you've broken up with the moon knight system, and you start to notice someone.. watching you

Warnings: Stalking, breaking and entering, kidnapping, yandere themes, angst, no beta we die like harrow

Notes: So after all the positive responses on this post I just had to create in headcanon form- for those who want to listen to the song that inspired this fic, here :)

Breaking up with the moon boys was the hardest thing you'd ever had to do, but it did need to be done.

With the near constant dissappearing to do Khonshu's bidding, sometimes for weeks on end, with only a note or a text to tell you where they were and then radio silence, it was just too much for you. Your heart couldn't take waiting for them, worrying that they would never return, even if Khonshu was protecting them.

And so, you had begun the process of moving out during the time they were away on a mission.

Marc had come home to find your clothes, trinkets, anything that would indicate your presence gone.

You were there though.

Normally you'd be so happy to see him again, running up to him and kissing him with all your might.

Today, instead, you sadly smiled at him.

"Baby, what's up?" Marc had asked, gently holding your forearms after you had rejected his hug. He could tell you were upset.

"Baby?" "I'm leaving, Marc. I'm sorry."

He had stared at you, dumbfounded. You swallowed down your tears- "I can't do this anymore." You didn't have to explain, you knew what he meant.

You waited anxiously for his response, instead spying his eyes roll back into his head, and now you were faced with Steven and oh god, his eyes, they were already tearing up.

Coward, you thought of Marc, which was admittedly a little harsh but breaking up with them would be so much harder facing Steven's sorrowful gaze.

Steven looked terrified, moving to cup your face in his hands and you had to physically move back to stop him.

"D-darlin', please, what'cha talkin' about?" "I'm sorry steven-" "Please don't leave us love, please, 'can't do it without you please-"

"Stop it." You'd said firmly, Steven sobbed. You couldn't help but take his hands in yours, ever wanting to comfort him.

"Steven.. I will always love you," "Then why'd you have to leave!?" "Because I can't do this anymore!!"

You were both crying now. "I-i can't take waiting for you to never come home to me anymore, Steven, I can't do it."

Steven's gazed was fixed on the ground, his tears dripping onto the floorboards. You gave his hands one final squeeze, before pulling away.

"I will always love you, all of you, but my heart cannot take it anymore.. goodbye."

The strength with which it took to pull yourself away from Steven should have won you a medal, and you couldn't stop yourself from crying even more as you left him.

That was a month ago- with the help of a few friends you'd found yourself a decently priced flat for rent on the other side of London. Far enough away, you hoped.

It wasn't far enough. Jake had found out where you lived within days of you leaving. He knew it was wrong, but the part of him that didn't care grew and grew into something monstrous. At this stage the other boys weren't saying anything to disapprove of his actions, and so he continued to watch you.

He'd drive circles around your block to relearn your new routine, and you hadn't yet realised it was his cab you kept seeing.

The one person you actually hadn't said goodbye to was Jake- he hadn't fronted when you'd left, and you would always wonder if he was there, just choosing not to show himself. But if he wasn't? He'd have woken up to the discovery that you weren't together anymore and you'd always feel guilty for that.

But... you tried to move on with your life, as best you could.

It felt wrong to start dating again, but your friends had urged you to, even if it was a one night thing.

The guy you'd matched with on bumble was nice enough, smart, good looking- he wasn't them though. While he was polite and friendly during your dinner date, he wasn't your boys.

He'd walked you home, and you'd set up a second date. All things considered it was successful- but you just felt.. wrong about the whole thing. Like you were cheating, even though you weren't.

You'd guessed it wasn't all that successful, as he'd ghosted you a day or so after your date.

It was a week or so later that you'd seen the news report of his body having turned up in the Thames. God how awful! He hadn't ghosted you- the poor guy had been murdered.

Jake had really earned a bollocking off of Steven and Marc for that one, but he knew they were relieved you wouldn't be seeing that man again.

You'd decided to halt the dating game after that, for a while at least.

You were lonely though, there was no denying. Having no one to cuddle up to in bed sucked.

And so.. the logical conclusion was a pet, no?

Eventually, you found a young, ginger tomcat named "Franklin" in a nearby animal shelter and you just fell in love, you brought him home the same day.

He was great, not exactly filling the whole in your heart left by three men but you certainly adored him, and who wouldn't say no to curling up in bed with a cat every evening? Certainly not you.

One day, you'd left work for your lunch break only for the horrifying realisation to hit you: You'd forgot to feed Franklin that morning! You rushed home as fast you could- only to discover that, you had fed him, even when you were sure you hadn't.

And yet there he was, munching on his bowl of kibble.

Something squeaked under your foot- you looked down- oh, it was one of Franklin's toys. You threw it across the room for him to play with but- hang on... you didn't remember buying him that toy.

You shook your head free of thoughts that you were going mad- everyone forgets things, even buying specific cat toys. Or maybe one of your friends had left it when they'd been over- it didn't matter.

You moved to leave your flat and return to work- only to find your door lock jammed.

The locksmith you'd hurriedly called in was able to fix it in a jiffy, though advised that the jam was probably due to a break in, and that you should change your locks.

A chill ran down your spine- you checked and double checked, nothing of value had been stolen, but someone had been in your home! Is that who had fed Franklin? Who'd left him the toy?

You changed the locks, and threw out the strange toy.

Jake couldn't stop watching you. It was becoming more and more of a problem.

He was ignoring Khonshu and actively pushing Marc and Steven out when they tried to front, knowing they'd put and end to his antics.

But none of them could deny that they wanted, needed you back. Jake just considered himself the only one with the balls to get you back.

There was no warmth in his life now that you weren't there. Steven's flat no longer felt like home without your t-shirts in the laundry, or the brand of coffee you love but Marc hates in the cupboards.

He knew he ought to leave his little girl alone, but the fact remained you were his little girl. Jake would stop at nothing to have his bebita back.

Now it was two months since you'd broken up with the system. Life wasn't perfect, but you were chugging along.

You turned the lights on in your flat, yawning. Work was tough today, but it was Friday, and you had some left over popcorn in the cupboard. Film night~!

"Franklin? Baby? Mummy's home~!" You cooed, knowing that he always came bounding up and purring whenever you came home.

But.. he didn't. Your flat was silent. No distant meowing or the jingle of the bell on his collar. Nothing.

"Franklin?" You stepped further into your flat, worry seeping through you.

"Franklin..?!" Your tone became more and more erratic with the realisation that Franklin wasn't home- and then someone had covered your eyes with their hand, and pressed a strange scented cloth to your mouth. You kicked and screamed and struggled but it was no use- the chloroform had knocked you out in seconds.

Jake held you tenderly to his chest as you faded into unconsciousness. Steven had earlier expressed his distaste at this plan, but neither him or Marc said anything now, so close to having you again.

You woke the next day, nauseous and tired. The distant meowing you heard gave you comfort- it had all been a bad dream.

But when you opened your eyes, you were met with the horrifying scene of Steven's flat, not your own. So familiar, in any other situation you would have been glad to be here.

You shifted to sit up, eyes working their way down to notice your ankle tied to the bed with the restraint normally reserved for Steven.

You choked back a sob- a hum ripping your gaze to the other end of the room.

There lay Franklin, enjoying some pets from the man who's lap he laid on.

Jake Lockley stared back at you, you could tell it was him, you could always tell between them.

"Buenos dias, hermosa." His voice was rich like coffee, normally so comforting but now? It sent a shudder down your spine.

"You and I have some things to discuss, sí?"

[fierysakura]

Fisticuffs 😌

Steven means well. Unfortunately he’s not proving his point as well as he thinks-

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[moonbrock]

moonbrock would be discord e-daters in another life because i said so

[nolovelingers]

PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME ⋆ ˚｡ ୨୧ steven grant

⋆ ★ a desperate, emotionally charged steven, who is not ready to let go of you after you decide to leave him, realizing he's been hiding many secrets — short blurb !!

cw ᝰ.ᐟ use of y/n ,, gender neutral reader ,, sfw ,, angst ,, break up ,, desperate steven

(y/n) stood in the small hallway, their heart pounding in their chest as they gazed at the neatly packed suitcases by the door. they had been living with steven for nearly a year now, and while the beginning had been a whirlwind of excitement, the novelty had long since worn off. beneath the surface, a gnawing sense of unease had taken root, growing stronger with each passing week.

it wasn't until recently that (y/n) had begun to realize the true extent of steven's secrets. at first, you had brushed off the odd comments and strange behavior as quirks, the result of a stressful job at the art gallery. but as the months went by, the cracks in his facade became impossible to ignore.

late night phone calls in a language you didn't understand, whispered arguments with an unseen presence, and the occasional lapses in memory that left him disoriented and confused, even acting like a completely different person at times. (y/n) had tried to be patient, to give him the time and space he needed to open up to them. but as the months went by and the secrets only seemed to multiply, they knew that they could no longer go on living in the dark.

just as you were about to make your way to the bedroom to confront him, steven appeared in the doorway, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and fear. he looked disheveled, probably haven just woken up, his hair a mess of tangled curls, and his shirt partially unbuttoned, exposing a glimpse of his toned chest.

"right, what’s this then?" he asked, his voice tight with anxiety as his gaze flicked from your face to the packed suitcases. "youre not leaving, are you?" there was still an edge of playfulness in his voice, like he was trying to diffuse the situation.

there was a beat. a second of stilled silence filling the air like static as you took a moment to compose yourself. only then did he realize this was no joking matter.

"i can't do this anymore, steven," your voice was soft, trembling with a cocktail of sadness and frustration. "not when you're still hiding so many secrets from me."

stevens brow furrowed, and he took a step closer to you, his hand reaching out to grasp your arm. his fingers were warm and gentle, a pleading resonating in his eyes. "wha’dya’mean, love? what secrets?" he asked, his voice rising in pitch as the realization of what was happening began to sink in.

you pulled away from his touch, unable to bear the weight of the lies that still lingered between them. "don’t play dumb," you said, voice hardening with a mix of anger and sadness. "you know exactly what i mean." you shook your head, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill over.

steven's face paled, and he leaned against the wall for support, his body trembling slightly as he tried to process your words.

"(y/n), I... I don't know what you're talking about," he said, but there was a hollow quality to his voice, a sense of desperation that belied his words.

your heart clenched at the anguish in his eyes, the raw desperation that clung to his words like a second skin. you wanted to reach out, to pull him close and promise that everything would be alright, that you would never leave his side. but the weight of his secrets, the knowledge that he could never truly be open with you, held you back.

taking a step closer to him, your eyes searching his face, seeing the fear, the panic that gripped him like a vice.

"I've tried to be patient, I've tried to give you the time and space you needed to open up to me. But it's been nearly a year, and nothing has changed."

your voice rose with each word, the emotion you had been holding back for so long pouring out like a flood. you could feel the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, the ache in your chest growing more intense with each passing second.

"i love you, stevie. god knows I do. but I can't be with someone who won't let me in."

you paused, your breath catching in your throat as you tried to steady yourself. you knew that the next words you spoke would change everything.

"im breaking up with you. im sorry”

“no…”

desperation, raw and all-consuming, gripped steven like a merciless tide. It crashed over him in waves, threatening to drown him in its icy depths. his heart raced, pounding against his ribcage like a caged animal desperate to break free. the blood rushed to his ears, a deafening roar that drowned out the sound of your voice, your words lost in the cacophony of his own panicked thoughts.

fear, primordial and bone-deep, coiled around his spine like a serpent. it squeezed the air from his lungs, leaving him gasping, his chest heaving with the effort of drawing breath. the terror of losing you, of watching you walk out of his life and out of his reach, filled him with a horrifying clarity.

stevens mind reeled, a whirlwind of fragmented thoughts and half-remembered memories. the weight of his secrets pressed down on him, a physical burden that threatened to crush him beneath its immensity. the truth of his fractured psyche, the ancient curse that bound him to the will of a long-dead god, clawed at the edges of his consciousness, desperate to be unleashed.

a flicker of defiance sparked to life in the depths of his eyes. It was a stubborn, unyielding flame that refused to be extinguished, no matter how hard the tide of emotion threatened to snuff it out. he let out a dry, bitter laugh. shaking his head like he was trying to convince himself this was all fake. “no…” he repeated.

steven reached out to you, his hand outstretched and trembling, his fingers aching to feel the softness of your skin against his own. he tried to speak, to form the words that would keep you by his side, but his throat constricted, the muscles seizing up in a spasm of fear and desperation.

"love, please," he choked out, his voice a broken, jagged thing. "please, don't say a thing like that. lets not be rash.”

“steven…” you try to object, but he cuts you off, seemingly in denial.

steven stumbled forward, closing the distance between them in a desperate lunge. his hands gripped your shoulder, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your arms as he clung to you like a man drowning and you were his only hope of salvation.

"im begging you," he rasped, his voice ragged and hoarse with emotion. "please, don't go."

he paused, swallowing hard as he fought to regain some semblance of control. but the panic was winning, the terror of a life without you clawing at his insides like a wild beast.

"i know ive been a right bastard, keeping things from you. but it's not because i don't trust you. im terrified of losing you."

his breath hitched in his throat, a sob threatening to tear its way free. he blinked hard, trying to hold back the tears that burned behind his eyelids, but it was a losing battle. they spilled down his cheeks in hot, stinging rivulets, cutting trails through the stubble on his jaw.

his head dropped to your shoulder, his face burying itself in the warm, soft crook of your neck. his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you against him, as if he could somehow fuse your bodies together and keep you from leaving him. the desperate, broken plea spilled from his lips like a prayer.

"you can't bloody do this to me," he gasped out between shuddering breaths, his voice muffled against your skin. "pleasepleasepleaseplease. dont do this to me. im begging you, love, im bloody begging you."

his tears soaked into the fabric of your shirt, leaving damp patches that spread like spilled ink on parchment. the heat of his breath, ragged and desperate, seared the sensitive skin on your neck, raising goosebumps in its wake. his fingers tangled in the silky strands of your hair, fisting the locks gently and using them to anchor himself to you.

"you’re the only thing that keeps me sane. without you, im lost. nothing. i’ll bloody fall apart, (y/n). i swear i will." he choked out, the words vibrating against your collarbone.

stevens body shook with the force of his emotion, the vibrations racking his lean frame.

despite his fervent pleas and the desperate, almost violent way he clung to you, (y/n) remained unmoved. your expression softened with sympathy and regret, but the resolve in your eyes never wavered. you could feel the hammering of his heart against your chest, the tremors that wracked his lean, muscular frame. yet, you could not bring yourself to succumb to his pleas, not when you knew the truth of what lay beneath the surface.

gently but firmly you pried at his fingers, unwrapping his arms from around your waist. you eased his head back from your shoulder, cupping his face in your hands. his eyes were wild, the irises nearly swallowed by the black of his dilated pupils. tears clung to his long, dark lashes, and his cheeks were flushed a blotchy, agonized red. the sight of him reduced to this desperate, begging wreck, made your heart ache with a sorrow that threatened to consume you.

still, you held fast to your decision. you couldn't build a life with a man who kept you in the dark.

as you spoke, your voice was soft but unwavering, a gentle but unyielding reminder of the boundaries you had to maintain. "im sorry, steven."

you brushed a tear from his cheek with your thumb, a tender, almost loving gesture. but really it was a farewell caress and steven could tell by the lingering of your touch.

he shuddered as your thumb brushed away a tear, leaning into the tender touch like a flower turning towards the sun. his eyes fluttered closed for a moment, a pained expression flickering across his face as he registered the unspoken goodbye hidden beneath the gentle gesture. a stronger sense of desperation surged through him.

his hands flew up to grasp your wrists, his fingers curling around them, touch soft as ever, careful not to hurt or scare you. he pulled you closer, as if he could make you a part of his very being. all the while, he shook his head in violent negation, dark curls whipping around his face as he repeated the word like a mantra.

"no, no, no," he gasped out, his voice raw and ragged. "no, sweetheart, please. dont say it like that. please dont say it in that tone."

hysteria edged his words, a thread of madness that spoke of a man teetering on the brink of a abyss. his eyes, when they opened, were wild and haunted.

"I swear, if you walk out that door... if you leave me..." he paused, his breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps. his eyes bored into yours with a intensity that bordered on manic."...I'll be on your doorstep every damn day, begging you to take me back.”

a part of you wanted to give in, to take pity on his anguish and promise to stay, if only to spare him this agony.

but as you gazed into his eyes, seeing the secrets that lurked beneath the surface, you knew you could not. you had to be strong. to leave now.

drawing in a deep, shuddering breath, and straightening your shoulders, you shook your head slowly, as you spoke with a quiet but unwavering certainty.

"no, baby. no more." your voice was low, almost gentle, but with a steely undercurrent that brooked no argument. you took another step back, putting more distance between the two of you, as if physically severing the invisible bonds that had once tied you together.

"I love you." he tried, taking a step closer as you take a step back. you sigh, realizing hes unbudging, and continue to walk towards the door.

“i know.”

he stood frozen, watching helplessly as (y/n) took a final step back, then turned away from him. he opened his mouth to call out to you again, but the words died in his throat as the door clicked shut behind you. the sound an oppressive silence inside the flat, a grim reminder of the events unfolded.

steven stared at the closed door, his heart pounding a unsteady rhythm against his ribs. a part of him wanted to run after you, to throw open the door and beg and plead until you had no choice but to listen. but he remained rooted to the spot, held back by a grim realization. you had made your choice,

and it wasn't him.

` ੈ˚ ★ a / n : me after falling off the edge of the planet with writers block and not writing for an entire year then suddenly my reboot card got picked up and i have inspo again hiiii

started 1.14.2025. finished 1.14.2025.

©️ nolovelingers 2025

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

KEJRGOPISDGPOA AHHHHHHHH MY HEARTTTT!!!!!!!!

For your injury/hurt comfort blurbs...how about '' hey, look at me. look at me. who did this to you? ' for Steven Grant??

Pairing: Steven Grant x reader (Reader is aware of Marc, but there are no mentions of a relationship with him)

Word count: 688

CW: vague mentions of being in a fight, muinor injuries.

[gif by @dieterbravo]

Steven's steps are careful when he comes in, silently closing the door behind him to keep you from pulling your attention to him - for a few more seconds, at least. "I'm in the kitchen!" Your announcement makes him wince. Not because it hurts, but because he has no idea what your reaction will be.

"Yeah. Yup. Hi. I'll be right there." He replies awkwardly, doing his best to sound lively as he makes his way to the wonderful smell that's coming from the kitcken.

Steven's not ready to face you yet. He knows you can sense when he's close, which is why his steps are slow and taking as long as it can, but he wants nothing but to rush into you when hears your chirpy voice talking about your day, about that big news that you were expecting from work and how "I bought that red wine we like, pasta's going to be ready in a few, and I figured we can- OH MY GOD."

The smile falters from your face when you look at him bruised and beaten up. "Hiya." He waves a lame excuse for a greeting that does little to distract you.

"Oh my god," You repeat when you rush to him with a bag of frozen vegetables, hands reaching out to hold his neck while pressing the bag to his face. "Oh my- Steven- What happened?" The frantic movements of your eyes scanning his body for more injuries, combined with the clear worry on your face, hurts even more than the punches he had recieved.

"It was nothing, love, just a clear misunderstanding-"

"A misunderstanding? This is way worse than a misunderstanding." Steven pushes your hand away slowly, trying to move away from you thinking that, if he looks alright, then you would be able to calm down.

"It's nothing, I promise." Steven is aware of how low his voice sounds, letting your eyes scan him when you interrupt him again.

"NOTHING?" You stop him, of course you do, angry and worried, and he has no idea where or how to start answering you. "Your face is all bruised and- and you can't even walk properly, and- hey, Steven, look at me..." He tries to escape from your frantic attempts to help him, still pretending that he's alright.

Steven surrenders under your gaze when you grab his shoulders, forcing him to stand in front of you - frozen bag in hand and a loud bruise under it. "Who did this to you?" Your voice is stern; he's sure if he said a name you would go out there and seek revenge.

"I'm not sure, I-" A deep, nervous sigh leaves his lips, giving you time to keep looking for information.

"Where was Marc?" You speak softer now, pulling him to sit on the couch. Steven shrugs, ashamed of not even knowing how to explain it to you.

"It's date night." He admits sheepishly with a small, shy smile. "He doesn't show up on date nights."

"Oh, Steven." His curls, all tossed and messy around his head, get pushed back by your fingers.

"I wish I could explain it, I really do, but I'm not so sure of what happened." With a shake of your head you make him forget about any explanation you demanded before. You kiss his cheek and wrap your arms around his neck, both of you relaxing under the embrace. He starts recounting as much as he can then, in the safety of your arms and your gentle fingertips tracing around the spots where he got hurt.

"Are you okay?" Is your final question when he's done speaking of egyptian gods and their missions. When he nods you smile to each other, taking away from his eye the bag that's no longer cold. "I'm glad you are home now." You conclude, locking your lips for a brief moment before standing up.

"I could still have that wine though." Steven adds when he sees you going to get ice, making you chuckle as you lean down to kiss his lips softly. "Maybe we can have some before you go kill Konshu's enemies?"

You snort a laugh and kiss him again, smiling against his lips. "I'll be quick then."

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[ollies-station]

ATP I’m just dreaming.. 🌙