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traveller-of-the-knight · 7 months

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WHAT IF... SCENARIOS

...but it's only Moon Knight and it's 3 am.

What if Marc Spector died in an Asgardian temple?

What if Marc Spector, while in the army, accompanied Tony Stark in the events of the first Iron Man?

What if Randal survived but Marc didn't?

What if Moon Knight had to get the soul stone but who they loved the most was eachother?

What if Mantis met Moon Knight as a therapist instead of Harrow?

What if Harrow wasn't a total simp?

What if Steven Grant was the one who made the deal with Khonshu behind Marc's back?

What if Layla was there when her father was supposed to die, so she bacame the Moon Knight to save him? (+Marc Spector is her nemesis but she's an online friend with Steven who helps her with Ancient Egyptian knowledge. They end up going on a date but Jake fronts)

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jokeringcutio · 8 months

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OPEN FOR HALLOWEEN-THEMED REQUESTS (I'm in the mood)

This is your chance to request an AU about your favorite character and you (reader). Have an idea for a fancy Dark Romance Reader insert containing vampires? Monsters? Dressing up for Halloween? Trick or Treating? Living in an Addams Family Mansion? Being a witch and enchanting that handsome bastard you fell in love with? My ask is now open!

(Open to all Fandoms. Specify:

Character (Fandom) x Reader (Male/Female/Neutral) - Smut: yes or no. Add as many kinks or specifics as you want. I might not be able to write fills for all requests, but I'll try and reach out to as many of you as possible. Accepting LHBTI+ Requests.)

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atlasscrumpit · 2 years

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Marc/Steven/Jake Prompts

Feel free to use any, just credit me somewhere if you use it :)

Jake sees 'Dr. Harrow' hurt Steven in the druad and loses control and kills Harrow while Marc finally finds him and comforts Steven and hides him away from the violence.

Jake loses control of his anger and Steven is the only one that can calm him down. Whenever Jake needs calming down Steven takes control of the body and sets up the bed nice and comfortable for Jake and then gets him to lay down with the mirror close and talks Jake through how to calm down.

Steven had a panic attack and Jake and Marc talk him through it and tell him how much they love him and will protect him.

Steven sets up a picnic with two mirrors so all three can have a picnic together.

They all end up in a dream where they have separate bodies and they get trapped in the world of 'Tomb raiders' but only Marc can guide them through it because he's the one that's seen it so many times.

Marc and Jake see a dark side of Steven, either because he's jealous or over protective of them.

Corrupted Steven.

Jake becomes obsessed with Steven and traps him in the mind.

Steven keeps having nightmares where Dr. Harrow kills Marc and Jake.

And to end with fluff, Steven gets a body pillow and pretends its Marc or Jake.

I'll probably add more lol

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oldfangirl81 · 2 months

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Things to remember when writing Peter.

#fic prompt #peter parker #spider man #moon knight #marvel

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takenbypeter · 1 year

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Like a Puppy

Steven Grant x reader

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Number 25: "stop following me like a lost puppy!"

You were not in a good mood.

Work was terrible. Not only were the clients particularly rude today but the drama, oh the drama between your coworkers. You loved drama as much as the next guy but trying to navigate being neutral between your coworkers was eating you up alive.

All you wanted to do was sit alone in your dark bedroom and rest. But that was sort of difficult, as you seemed to have someone following you around with his dark curls and his big brown eyes.

You held in a sigh walking away from the man who was clearly curious but hadn’t yet asked about your day.

Ignoring the man’s pleading eyes, you head to the bathroom and quickly used the toilet and were just about done washing your hands when you opened the door. Once you did, there he was, staring at you with that look and those eyes.

Those eyes always made you melt, except for right now, “‘scuse me,” you said pushing past him.

He didn’t say anything, just followed you. You could tell he didn’t know what to say. Without a word you go to your room with him close on your trail and unable to take the tiptoeing you spin on him, “stop it! Stop following me like a lost puppy!”

Steven backs up clearly surprised by your words, “I’m sorry, I’m just worried, are you—“ he paused, eyes drifting to the side for a beat, “are you okay?”

Closing your eyes you let out the sigh you knew you were holding back, and your shoulders deflated with it, “I know Steven. I’m sorry.”

You reach out to lay a hand on his shoulder, trying to show that you’re thankful for his thoughtfulness, “I just had a bad day and I don’t wanna talk about it. I just wanna be by myself for a little bit and then we can talk and catch up, okay?”

Steven nods understandingly, “no, of course. I’ll be right here whenever you’re ready.”

You press your lips together tight, seeming to contemplate your decision. You loved Steven. You didn’t want to leave him out here all alone.

A small smile took over your expression as you tug him closer to you, “I don’t want to talk about things, but that doesn’t mean we can’t cuddle.”

Steven smiles a bit, clearly happy to just be by your side as you pull him into the bedroom.

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sadwetcatmk · 8 months

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Jake and a pack of chihuahuas. That is all

This made me giggle so much omg

They're all strays he's adopted through food, and now they're about to stop a robbery.

#tysm for the prompt!! it was very fun #i have never drawn a chihuahua #moon knight #jake lockley #steven grant #marc spector #ask box #mcu #moon knight comics #moon knight fanart #my doodles

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ivystoryweaver · 10 months

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Based on a request by @mintellaine: Moon Boys married prompts #6&7: being able to predict the other's moves & predict the other's words

Content: f!reader, established relationship, action, violence, fluff, kissing, mentions of food

Word Count: 805

Moon Knight's cape swished valiantly behind him as his muscular thigh thrusted outward in a punishing kick. The foul-smelling, ghastly supernatural creature yelped, its phantom bones crunching as it careened toward you.

"Drop!"

"Yep!"

Your body had already instinctively reacted. Sprinting forward, you dropped to your knees, skidding under the creature. Raising your arm, you dragged your curved dagger through its hairy abdomen.

Your enemy's ear-piercing shriek momentarily disoriented you, propelling you into a stumble, rather than you flipping to your feet with your usual grace.

Before even your shoulder could graze the bruising asphalt, a white gauze-wrapped arm slid underneath you, absorbing your fall. Tucking you in tightly to the solid safety of his chest, the two of you hit the rooftop with an "umph."

Heavy breaths pushed past your lips as you came down from your adrenaline rush, cocooned carefully inside your husband's white cape. His glowing, moonbeam eyes narrowed into slits as he inspected you for injury.

"Give me a second?" You panted, grateful for his protective embrace.

"Yeah, I can do that," he answered, his mask disappearing.

"Hi," you breathlessly whispered, smiling at his handsome face.

"Hey," he casually returned, admiration etched into his cute smirk. "That was a hell of a move."

"Thanks, I - "

" - learned from the best," he grinned.

Pulling you to your feet, Marc grasped your arms to steady you.

Suddenly, white gauze melted away as a shining, three-piece deliciously tight suit appeared.

"Darling, you were amazing," Steven bragged...but before he could compliment your attire, which he was always prone to do, even mid-fight, his warm brown eyes widened in panic.

You were already ducking as the word left his mouth. Scrambling away from this newest threat, you heard the crunch of bone.

White, gloved fists brutally connected with the jaw of yet another vile creature. Where were these things coming from?

Rolling out of the way, you scurried around behind the beast, mindful of the roof's edge. But before you could attack with your daggers, it lunged backward, knocking you dangerously close to your doom.

Steven, whose white mask was in place now, leapt into the air brandishing his signature heavy batons. "Get away from her, you!"

Having gained the creature's attention, it turned and attacked him with a screeching howl. Steven became a flurry of moonlit precision, striking blow after kick after thud with his batons. This gave you time to attack from the back. With a cry of fury, you lunged forward with all your might, sinking two daggers into the creature's gangly back.

It screeched - its ghastly body arching in agony as Steven tipped his sassy chin in a final salute. "That's m'wife, mate."

Then the creature was ash.

You stood across from your husband - a dagger in each hand, hair a wild mess, chest heaving, hoping that was your final fight tonight.

"Wow...look at you," Steven marveled, his mask disappearing once more.

"I probably look as crazy as that thing...before it disintegrated," you laughed, tucking your daggers away.

"Not possible," he chuckled. "But let me guess: you're bloody starving." You always were after a good fight.

With a cute shrug, your nose crinkled in delight, "You read my mind."

"Dumplings?" He proposed, knowing how much you loved them.

"Mmm, the way to my heart," you murmured, yanking his tie and pulling his lips to yours.

The adrenaline of a fight always brought some spice to your marriage, and your knees gave out a little as Steven's tongue ran along the seam of your lips. Opening your mouth to him, you felt the beautiful proof of his life - his hot, panting breath, mingling with the slightly salty tinge of sweat from his exertion.

He was safe. And all yours.

Strong arms swept you up into a possessive embrace. Marc. His tongue licked in hotly into your mouth, tangling with yours, as the fullness of his lips caressed your own deliciously.

"Do we have to get vegan dumplings?" He pouted, nibbling your lips one at a time.

"Babe, you know that place on the corner always adds pork dumplings to Steven's vegan order."

With one final kiss, his mask and hood cloaked his face once more.

"Ready?" Marc proposed, nodding down to the street below.

"Do you even have to ask?" You teased, wrapping your arms around his neck trustingly. The moon was full tonight, so its Knight would glide across the sky with ease.

With you tucked closely to his side, Marc leaped into the night sky. The thrill of flying...or falling gracefully overwhelmed you, making you giggle childishly in delight.

"This is my favorite way to travel!" You called over the whoosh of air around you.

"Thanks, but - "

" - don't tell Jake, I know," you finished his sentence, knowing how much Jake liked to drive you around (and drive you wild).

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millerscoffee · 8 months

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Hi! Congratulations on your 500 followers!! 🥰🎉

I would like to request “All I can think about is kissing you when I shouldn’t,” A confesses. “You aren’t mine.” with Steven Grant ❤

Thank you! 😘

thank you SO MUCH! yes! absolutely! i haven't written anything moon knight related yet, so i hope this is to your liking! ♡

confession

630 words | steven grant x reader

warning: fluffy fluffy fluff fluff, first kiss, friends to lovers trope, no use of y/n

A/N: this is part of my 500 followers celebration running until 9/9 ♡

This isn't the first time Steven lingered at the embrace of a hug with you, but it was the first time you called him out on it.

“Feeling needy, are we?” you joked, but it didn’t land. Not the way you wanted it to, not the way that brought a smile over his otherwise exhausted features.

“Oh, sorry – I just, you know, you smell really nice, and…,” Steven trailed off, leaving you to tilt your head. Not in confusion, but in suggestion for him to go further. “And?” you pressed, pulling back to get a good look at him.

“It’s silly, really. Rather just leave it,” his strong nose scrunched up with a shrug of his shoulders not far behind.

But you’ve never been one to hide from each other, even at the understanding that he wasn’t always himself. You knew a lot about each other. So why hide now?

“Kind of hard for me to just leave it when this happens all the time,” you looked over your nails – it was hard for you to be vulnerable at times, and Steven knew that. Like he was rooting for you, cheering you on, every step of your way. And you wanted to do the same, just… in the way you knew how.

Steven brought his hand at the base of his neck in contemplation, really deciding if he should just tell you or if he should run away. Not that he would, but it'd be a bit easier to deal with that way, wouldn’t it? You saw the wheels turning in motion when he decided to just go for it.

“It’s just… Please don’t laugh, alright?”

You nodded emphatically in an effort to let him know you were there for him – eager to find out just what it was giving him such trouble.

Steven’s eyes flashed shyly to your lips, then straight back to your eyes like he did something wrong.

“Love,” he started off. This wasn’t new, the pet name, but there was something about it that made the air feel different, “all I can think about is… is k-kissing you. I know I shouldn’t, I know you aren’t mine.”

The end of his sentence left his eyes to the ground, but you stared at him with your mouth slightly agape. But you couldn’t just leave him to wonder, not for a second longer. You found him, your hands on either side of his neck, lips chasing – searching – for the other set. He’s as sweet as you thought he would be, and more eager than you anticipated.

His tender mouth first fumbled over yours, but quickly found its rhythm in satisfying you. It left soft noises to escape from you both, like an offering up to each other. That you both were found out by each other, for each other, in the moment. “Steven,” you whispered, mouth still ghosting against the other set, “if I’d known. If I’d known, Steven.”

“Shh, it’s alright. It’s here now, innit? We’re here, it’s alright.”

His words were enough to soothe you. Bringing your forehead to meet his, you laughed and so did he and it felt perfect. If only for a moment, it felt like everything aligned to perfection.

“You are so brave, you know that?” You praised him, leaving him to blush under your gaze.

“It’s easy when it’s you we’re talking about,” Steven deflected, wrapping his arms around your middle before he could give you a chance to argue.

You lingered in silence for what felt like forever as he held you, and you held him. “I’m not yours?” you challenged, finally letting your words come back into the room.

You had a feeling that would all change.

Your connection with Steven, your places in each other's lives.

All of it.

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archieimagines · 1 year

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Imagine helping Marc through a panic attack.

this may be set in an au where marc isn’t such a firmly closed book. or maybe he just really trusts you enough to let you see him like this. yeah, that sounds cute. that must be it! warnings: grief, panic and anxiety, nightmares, DID, ptsd, angst. what else did you expect? requested by: the amazing @wife-of-marc-and-steven! when i saw this prompt for marc i literally let out a humongous YES because why hadn’t i thought of it already? perfect picking, you lil genius. thank you so much! <3 written by: archie

this is inspired by @yournewwriter‘s gentle prompts: helping through panic/anxiety attacks.

He shot up in bed, a wretched gasp tearing from his throat. He heaved for breath, legs not even realising the scramble they gave as he fought his way out of his nightmare, barely aware of you shooting to sit upright beside him in the darkness.

It was too dark. It let his visions loom, ones that he wasn’t even sure were accurate, his little brother’s face swimming in his mind.

May eighteenth was always the hardest.

This year he’d tried to push it from his mind, pretend like he hadn’t even noticed when the week rolled around, even though he’d noticed how tentative you were, how delicate you were in speaking to him.

It made him want to try his best for you. It didn’t sit well in his soul to try and forget his brother’s birthday, as if he was denying his existence entirely— but nothing else had ever worked, and he knew it upset you to see him like that every year, how he’d cut out to Steven for a full few days to avoid it all.

Ignoring it was the only thing left for him to try, and he’d do it for you.

But all of that was useless when he stared into the darkness, tugging at the collar of his shirt to fight for more air, unaware of the breathless sobs that tore his soul apart.

It was horrid to see, and there was nothing you could do. Your gentle words fell on deaf ears, lost against the volume of his cries, your desperate hands rubbing at his back and thigh. But it had the opposite effect you’d hoped for. His sobs grew into loud, pained cries that filled the room, squirming to get away from your touch.

This wasn’t okay. He was stuck in it.

You jolted to slam on the nightlight, the soft yellow glow spilling across the side of his creased, pained face. His brows tugged together and eyes creased, mouth caught in a open frown, a dribble of spit hanging over his lip. He was out of control.

“Marc, hey,” you called, “Hey, hey. Come back to me.” You shifted to settle between his knees, delicate fingertips touching to his cheeks before cupping them. Your thumbs brushed over his cheekbones in what you hoped were soothing rhythms, hushing and whispering. “Open your eyes, my darling… Open your eyes.”

His face stayed scrunched, pained yelps spilling out amongst breathless whimpers. He was such a state, red and blotchy with the pressure of his stress, cheeks shining with the uncontrollable fall of tears. A stab to your chest would hurt less.

“Please, Marc, look at me?” You brushed along his lashes to ease the tears away, hoping that if he’d just open his eyes, just see you in the dim light and the love in your eyes, it might just help him calm… but it was all lost on him. “I’m here, baby. Come back to me.” It was so hard to keep your own tears out of your voice, and it trembled with the weight.

You were frantic now. You shifted in closer, an arm around his shoulders to draw him into a gentle hold, placing your soft, sniffling kisses to his temple amongst your whispers, hoping that at least that would get through. “Breathe, darling. Breathe.”

It wasn’t working. His hands stayed gripped in the sheets, rooted into place, into his struggles, his cries taking free roam of the night. He shook in your hold, entirely blocked off, worked into such a state that he’d surely pass out-

He stopped.

Cut off like a scream with death, a harsh silence filled the room. Deafening.

Calm arms looped around your waist.

“At this hour? You really have an appetite, sweetheart.”

Your heart shattered. Steven.

You pulled away and bit back a sniffle, hands resting light on his shoulders.

Steven peered up at you with that charming smile, despite the blotchiness of his cheeks and the red in his eyes. He had no idea what was going on, no idea that he’d even had a brother.

But he knew you, and for now that would do.

His eyes grew concerned as he registered your tears in the low light, and an adoring sleeve dabbed to your cheeks. “Are you alright, darling? What happened- a nightmare?”

You let out a soft sniffle, yet an almost-chuckle rode out on it as he wiped your nose, not even a moment of hesitation on his part.

He loved you so entirely, with every version of him, and you didn’t want to worry him. He’d cut out to Steven to avoid all this, and you weren’t going to confuse him on top of it all.

“Yeah, just a nightmare, but I’m okay.”

“Not to worry, I’m here. Yeah? I’ll hold you while you get some kip.” He was so earnest. So lovely, looking after you like it was you that needed the comfort. Those big brown eyes shone up at you, that familiar endearing quirk to his lips. His face was calming down, taking his natural tone once again, his cheeks drying, losing any remnants of his episode.

Yet, you were exhausted. You gave a nod and placed a soft kiss between his brows before settling by his side once again, watching as he reached over for his glass of water. He took some long gulps and muttered to himself in that English accent, “Might be getting sick, I got a sore throat for some reason.”

“Mm,” you hummed, trying to hide how dejected you were. You loved Steven, of course. But his presence told you that Marc couldn’t cope, that all the work he’d been putting into handling his struggles hadn’t paid off.

Perhaps someday, you hoped as you settled into Steven’s arms and closed your eyes, readying yourself for the next few days with him. Perhaps someday, Marc would be alright.

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romanarose · 6 months

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Hannukah Prompt List

Hi! I wanted to create a little prompt list for Hanukkah fics to offer a religious alternative to Christmas or non-religious prompts for this season.

This can be for any fandom, but I'm mostly Oscar Isaac/Pedro Pascal and Oscar has played several Jewish characters, so I wanted to promote this aspect.

This is open for everyone, regardless of Jewishness. If you'd like to contribute to the visibility of Jewishness in characters like Moon Knight or write a Jewish reader to make your Jewish readers feel seen, I encourage it!

If you have questions about anything, feel free to come into my DM's or my asks.

Some are religious, some are nonreligious but secularly Jewish.

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Ugly Hanukkah Sweaters

Lighting Hanukkah Candles

Making Latkes

Trying to find Hanukkah decorations amongst a slew of Christmas decorations. (This is hard lol)

Adam Sandler's Chanukkah song

Holiday Armidillo from Friends (RIP Matthew Perry)

Lemony Snickett's "The Latke Who Couldn't Stop Screaming"

Trying to find seasonal things that aren't Christmas items, like snowflake decorations.

Telling the story of Hanukkah to a child

Getting jelly donuts

Seeing snow for the first time

Asking questions about Hanukkah or Jewish traditions.

Refusing to do a non-Jewish religious activity that makes someone uncomfortable.

Being snowed in and unable to attend services/family event

Please do not write Jewish characters doing Christian things if you aren't Jewish. Many Jews do things like attend Christmas services with family, sing Christmas songs, have a Christmas tree ETC, but those are very personal and individual choices. I'm not going to tell anyone what's wrong and what's right for any one person or family, but they are choices for Jew's to make, not non-Jews.

Also, please if you write Jewish blorbo and non jewish reader, please say so. If I'm reading a Hanukkah themed fic and Steven Grant is answering readers questions about Hanukah, it's going to take me out of the scene unless I know ahead of time the reader is non-jewish. Don't just assume your reader isn't jewish. Likewise, if your reader is Jewish, please label it Jewish!reader.

Will be adding more as I think of it, so feel free to comment or reblog with ideas!

If you use an idea, you totally don’t have to tag me but if you I’ll reblog it, wether it’s a fandom I read for not!

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uovoc · 2 years

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the gang gets boba

#moon knight #uovoc art #made up a prompt as an example for MTH and made the mistake of thinking about it

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traveller-of-the-knight · 10 months

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Ok but,

IMAGINE STEVEN WEARING HIS GLASSES AND TRANSFORMING INTO MR KNIGHT!!!

Without the mask of course, with his curlers and sweet face and- and- and- aghfhskaakhdd

Like- glowing eyes behind the lenses

And sophisticated and able to beat the shit out of you but cute but hot but cute but-

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mischievous-thunder · 2 years

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Person A: It says, "Do die safely."

Person B: Are you insane? It obviously says, "Don't die safely."

Person A:

Person B:

Person A and B, in unison: Wait a moment! It's "Don't drive safely."

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imaginesfordifferentfandoms · 11 months

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kowbojki · 2 years

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and let's not forget The Kiss

#moon knight #mk #moonscarab #layla el faouly #marc spector #my art #prompted by the kissy request as well but i felt like it deserved its own post #i enjoy moonscarab a normal amount

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nerdieforpedro · 2 months

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Day Thirteen- Smell

Word Count: 444

Warnings: Domestic fluff & Steven being a sweet man

Notes: One of the Moon Boys has popped up. 🤭 I pictured him doing something relaxing like this for someone he loves. I know @megamindsecretlair and @soft-girl-musings would like it

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Steven had been biding his time. Keeping his Donna off his back at the museum for at least the last few months. It was now Spring so there were going to be new shipments of items to sell and he'd be able to stock up on what he needed.

Grant is an honest man, so he’s no one to steal. Instead, he buys one set twice a week for a month straight so he had eight of them. The text he sends you isn’t clear on exactly what he wants to do when he comes over to see you in the evening. Mainly that he wanted to take care of you because you’d been complaining that your muscles were sore most of the time. He cooked dinner, the curry of the chicken paired perfectly with the Parmesan couscous and red wine he’d picked out. Steven enjoyed cooking for you, saying that it was because he felt lucky to have you.

Often, you reminded him it wasn’t luck, you’d bought him tea at the small drink cart outside of the museum where he’d poked fun at your coffee order. He jokingly said that if he could pick a tea you’d drink instead of coffee, then you might go on a date with him. He picked hibiscus tea for you and it did taste good but couldn’t quite replace your coffee. You haven’t told him after six months of dating that he was wrong. You do drink the tea more often now that he makes it for you.

He even asked that you wear the turquoise dress that he’d bought you because he called you his source of joy. Sometimes you think Steve is exaggerating about how much he grown to care you down to making sure he had shirts that were large enough for you to wear but had his scent in it for when he’d need to do overnight inventory and he wouldn’t be able to stop by.

He watched as you walked into the bathroom and you dropped the dress to the floor at his encouragement. Steven had run you a bath and added frankincense to the water, having you soak your tired muscles. He starts explaining that the scent was used for embalming but it was also for healing and anti-inflammatory properties. While Steven lifted your legs and arms to massage you in the water he continued to explain, you dosed off to the comforting timbre of his voice. The citrus notes of the oil with the faint scent of of mint from his own tea he’d had after dinner lull you further into relaxation, the scents of his love for you.

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