they sacked my fucking fiefdom. it's so over. i'll never be able to afford the king's taxes. i don't have a single fucking asset to my name except *winks shyly* my special sex ability🫣
‘relationships are work’ means ‘you have to put effort into loving each other intentionally & learning how to love each other and communicating properly’ not ‘your relationship makes you feel stressed and sad most of the time & the other person disrespects you and treats you bad but you stay anyway’
Also it should feel like it’s worth the effort. You put that kind of work into relationships because the people involved make each other happy enough that maintaining it is a worthy cause. A relationship should never feel like just work, even if nobody’s actively mistreating anyone.
hi i hope this is ok to add on to but here are some i noticed you didn’t have also my phone is running at like 2fps trying to type this so i hope this goes through…
“kill them with kindness” WRONG! MR. ELECTRIC SEND HIM TO THE PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE AND HAVE HIM EXPELLED !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Haruhi fujioka really is the character ever. Going by any pronouns in 2006. Big beautiful brown eyes like a baby cow. Constant deadpan delivery. Getting bitches constantly. Reacts to romantic advances with a thousand-yard goldfish stare. Perfect flawless protagonist 10/10
✩࿐ choso finds meaning in this hellish world within the confines of your bedroom . . .
contents: smut, softdom!fem!reader, cunnilingus, hair pulling, implications that reader is someone with high status of royalty, choso is reader’s courtier, sub!choso, slapping (just once), power dynamics (?), choso calls reader ‘m’lady’, nineteenth century gothic victorian era, installment of my spookfest event
a/n: this is a bit more lengthy than my usual work however i hope u all enjoy !! i worked rlly hard on this so plsss support
the haunting hours of midnight has struck causing the grandfather clock from above to make its presence known with three loud echoing chimes rumbling the surface below. the silent night was perfect for the noticed to go unnoticed within the dark palace.
choso finds himself hurrying his pace, swiftly avoiding the huge stained glass windows that reflected the moonlight throughout the long corridor. leaning towards the shadows despite the residents having long blown out their candles that rest on their nightstands the fear of getting caught cannot be shaken out of his psyche.
with each thudding step he took it felt as if the corridor was elongating on it’s own preventing him from reaching his one and only, his small taste of spring after an everlasting winter, the only one to pull him out of the ongoing cycle of misery.
soon enough, he finds himself stationed infront or your detailed baroque door. his body thinks faster than his mind raising his chuckles to knock a specific tune to notify you it’s him.
the door opens with faint creaks revealing you clad in a white frilly nightgown that hit just above the knees. the sheer and delicate fabric cascaded your body and heavily outlined the curve of your tits. choso silently cursed himself for already feeling his cock pathetically throb at the mere sight of you, “would you care to come in?” you break him out of the enchanting spell you unknowingly cast upon him.
he sheepishly clears his throat, “yes of course, m’lady.” he steps in, taking note of the spike in temperature compared to the cold hallway, “you can drop the formalities when it’s just us, you know?”
“i rather not m’lady, i still want to show you respect despite how improper we act towards each other.” you simply hum in acknowledgment, moving to face him to soak in his beauty that must only be examined under the divine moonlight. the hefty dark circles that clings onto his skin leaves you in awe. as you lift a finger to graze his thick birth mark that gracefully paints over his nose he stills his breath, leaning his forehead against yours with his eyes closed.
“something on your mind, cho?” he falters a bit due to the nickname —the concept of improper name calling is new to him— having to catch his own footing before tripping; your voice is dipped in honey. it stirs warmth in the pit of his stomach.
“same old stuff that usually sits on my mind,” he grimaces and you sport a frown knowing he is hinting at the stubborn thoughts that trouble him at night. he notices a few creases on your forehead and plants a chaste kiss to calm your nerves, “don’t worry, that’s my job remember? i’m here to service and cater to your needs.”
“is that why you’ve ask me to accompany you tonight? you need my services?” he refers to the note you slipped in the palm of his hand earlier in the day regarding a fitting of a dress. when in truth, it was a hoax to lure him in your quarters alone. if anything in that note was truthful, you wanted him to take off the current sleepwear that covers your body.
dismissing his inquiry, you wrap your arms around his neck with your fingers finding solace at the nape leaning in to enclose the small distance of air between the two of you. soft mostizured lips captures his icy cold ones, it’s uncomfortable at first, jagged with errors and teeth clashing until choso’s hands sneak around your waist to pull you closer finding himself relaxing to your scent that engulfed him.
feeling him melt against your figure you take the initiative to dip your tongue into his mouth swirling around exploring new territory. his knees buck wildly, feeling his bulge graze over the feathering fabric of your nightgown; feeling everything he beholds. you’ve got him right where you want him.
you abruptly break the kiss, a thin string of saliva shimmers in your retreat from his lips as you lead him towards the foot of your bed. with gentle force you send him onto his knees and a light thud echos from the wooden floors. you then take a seat on the bed positioning yourself directly infront of him.
“i do demand a unique kind of service only you can preform for me.” with farrowed brows, he looks up at you with curiosity not understanding your vague statement until you hike up your thin nightgown and widen your legs to give him a closer glance at your glistening cunt dripping with arousal.
choso’s breath gets caught in his throat. his mouth suddenly runs dry as his eyes flicker from your face and back to your slicked folds, needy and ready for him. just for him.
a sharp stinging pain across his check snaps him out of his daze, “it’s rude to stare choso, especially at a lady waiting for her demanded services.” your stern voice combined with the quick slap has him scrabbling to attach his mouth immediately onto your throbbing clit.
he uses his tongue to expertly swirl around it, lewdly lapping at the sensitive nub. slick smears his chin as faint suckling and squelching bounces off the walls. his cold callused hands etch soothing patterns on your outer thighs. you hands grips at the root of his black locks of hair tugging occasionally to serve as encouragement.
soft whines and angelic moans carelessly leaves your lips. his tongue moves in vertical strides from your hole to your puffy clit then finally dipping his wet muscle in your drooling hole. he moans as he can taste you better like this, so sweet and savoury.
he darts his tongue in and out at a slow antagonizing pace. wanting nothing more than to collect every last drop you’d offer for him —a privilege he refuses to take for granted— whoever his speed did not please you in the slightest. you forcefully tug at his hair to bring him eye to eye, his already fucked out expression proves he wasn’t thinking clearly.
“you are in no position of power to prolong my pleasure, remember that choso.” you warn him cautiously.
he nods profusely seeking your forgiveness, “my apologies m’lady you just taste so sweet, can i please continue?” you don’t give him an answer instead you tug his face back at your pussy.
he moves his tongue vigorously with confidence this time, even adding his thumb to rub tight circles on your clit. the room gets even hotter as if the fireplace was roaring it’s scorching flames. breathy groans seep out of choso’s mouth bringing you closer to your release.
for as long as he can remember, choso has always questioned his existence. what sole meaning does he serve on this earth? but once he sees your face scrunch up in pleasure and thrashing your pretty little head around while gently pinching at your perky nipples everything clicks.
his sole purpose is to serve you. to please you in very aspect of life and in return he gets filled with a warm sense of belonging and love that softly kneads at his usually cold heart.
you cum hard on his tongue with a loud moan that would surely awaken the entire palace but at that very moment, choso would only gently lick you clean —being mindful to not overstimulate you—, kiss you with devotion to calm you down and help you hydrate yourself.
you are his hopeful source of life that accompanies his woeful death; hand and hand you both complete each other’s soul.
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Author's Note: I appreciate it's been a few weeks since my last string of posts, but I wanted to post a few things this week and I felt like a cute sfw alphabet for my favourite moon boy would be a nice way to get back into the flow of writing :) So I hope you enjoy it, and consider my inbox open for other Steven Grant thoughts and requests, or for alphabets for the other characters I write for! :)
Steven Grant (Moon Knight) Fluff Alphabet
a - affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)
It takes a long time for Steven to build up to outwardly showing you affection; it starts simply with the smiles he gives you, the bright sparkle in his eyes as he listens to you speak. After successfully bumbling through your first few dates he finally grew courageous enough to gently lace his fingers through yours for the first time, squeezing gently as if proving to himself you were really there at all. Once he's taken that first bold step to hold your hand, you can guarantee sweet Steven is grasping at your sleeve every chance he gets.
In an established relationship Steven's affection would come through both soft touches and gentle words. A calm hand on your lower back while you stir his tea, the rest of his chin on your shoulder as he scoots behind you on his little sofa, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck as he cuddles up next to you to sleep. And endless little endearing phrases, "my love", "sweetheart", "gorgeous", all muttered softly with bright, beaming eyes as he looks at you with just as much affection as he did when his loving gaze was his only way to show it.
b - beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do you think is beautiful about them?)
Steven is the absolute epitome of beautiful, inside and out. Possessing seemingly endless patience, kindness and love, especially when it comes to you, Steven really embodies everything good in a partner.
When it comes to you, nothing escapes Steven's enamored stare. Whether he's drinking in the brightness shining from your eyes as you speak passionately, tracing a finger over your features, watching the perfect highlighting lines form on your cheeks as you smile, he's completely enraptured by your light. Whenever he looks at you, both the tiny details he loves to memorise, and as a whole, beautiful person, Steven is absolutely amazing by how perfect you are to him, prettier than he could have ever imagined a person being. And not just the way you look, but the way that you are. The easy way you reassure him, or make those around you smile even on days when it seems impossible, you bring warmth and joy wherever you go, and Steven admires the natural caring instinct that seems so deeply rooted inside you.
c- cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)
Once Steven is confident you are happy for him to touch you, and you won't get frustrated with him clinging to you at every possible moment, prepare to unlock full Koala boyfriend Steven. You can barely get through the door of his little flat before his arms are around your waist, shamelessly hindering your attempts to get your coat off. Steven won't sleep unless he's got his hands on you, reaching out or pulling you flush against him, and eventually even loses his focus reading unless your weight is settled over his lap in his favourite armchair. He's spent so much of his life alone, starved of physical affection, that now that he can have that whenever he wants to, he's always going to choose to be cuddled up next to you. Feeling your hands on him, a physical reminder of your love as you brush a stray curl away from his eyes and settle your hands at the nape of his neck, gives Steven the feeling of being whole that he's been missing for as long as he's known himself.
d - dates (what are dates with them like? do they plan them out or are they spontaneous?)
Steven would try to plan his dates, he really would. He'd want to hit all the textbook date spots, nice dinners, movies, cafes, all of which would be perfectly lovely. But all of your favourite dates with Steven are the ones that are 100% him, like begging the security guard to let him stay at the museum after hours for a private tour. Or the afternoon after you first start sleeping over where Steven drags you down a London street full of charity shops and thrift stores, insisting you pick out your own special mug and bowl to keep at his flat since "you'll be sleeping over all the time now! That is if you want to, not to pressure you or anything love, I just really like having you over." You two spend the whole afternoon running through every shop you can find before giggling home with your precious finds, including a black and gold teapot you immediately get brewing.
e - ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
I think Steven would do everything he could to make a relationship work, but if it really wasn't right it would break Steven's heart completely. He'd try and tell a partner the news as sensitively as possible, stumbling over words, sobbing himself before he ever got the words out. Luckily you'll never have to see that side of him!
f - fiancee (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)
Steven would honestly be ready to commit from day one. He's so sure that you are the person he wants to spend his whole life, it only takes a few weeks until his flat no longer feels like home without you, his days feel empty unless you're there to fill them, and when he thinks about his future the only option for him is one centered around you.
He'd try to hold back from expressing his aspirations at first, worried about scaring you off with his intensity, but he can only keep it up so long. Truly his adoration for you comes pouring out of him with every look, with every word, a constant reminder of just how amazing, wonderful, incredible he thinks you are. He'd start casually mentioning the ancient Egyptian rituals mostly closely tied to marriage, asking if you'd ever thought about it, desperately trying to gauge if you're on the same page as him. After a few less than subtle hints, he wouldn't be able to contain himself anymore, the words threatening to burst from his lips every time you smile his way. One night half way through a film, he'd be trembling beside you, watching the light from the screen dance in your eyes, losing his battle against his instincts as he silently drops to one knee beside you, pulling out the ring box he's been carrying on him at all times for the last six weeks. and launches into the monologue that's been building in his mind since the day you met, encouraged by the smile widening across your cheeks as he speaks.
g - gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
Sweet baby Steven is the gentlest boy you could imagine. He handles you like the single most precious artefact the museum's ever held, taking every opportunity to gingerly brush his fingertips over your skin, grounding himself in your company. Emotionally speaking he is even softer with you, constantly reassuring you when you've had a tough day, complimenting your kindness, your smile and taking every opportunity to make your day a little better or easier. He loves the soft way you speak to him, your patience, your ability to make him feel like he really is worthy of your praise and love, and he'll do anything to make sure you feel the same way around him.
h - hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)
Steven is a full teddy bear when it comes to hugs from you! Celebrating something good? Steven wants a hug. Feeling down today? Steven wants a hug. Having a completely average afternoon? You guessed it, Steven wants a hug. If he could spend his whole day pulling you into his arms, he would without a second thought.
And Steven's hugs are all encompassing. Arms draped over your shoulders or waist, soft wool of his jumpers wrapped over his hands as they grip whatever part of you they reach. His cheeks brush against yours as his warm breath floods your neck, his cosy scent all around you as he squeezes like he might never let go for fear you'll leave if he does. But when you squeeze back, planting a soft kiss on his neck and sighing contently at the contact, he loosens his grip a little, relishing in the security of your love.
i - injury (how would they act if they got hurt?)
Steven is a lot of things; sweet, intelligent, sensible, but dear god is he clumsy. Steven gets a minor injury about once a week, falling up some stairs, dropping things on himself, landing face first on the floor after slipping. He's almost used to having a few bruises at this point, so never seems particularly phased by his injuries until you start fussing over him when he comes home with a scraped elbow from tripping off the bus. You immediately start cleaning him up, peppering his face and arm with 'medicinal kisses,' his face absolutely beaming in disbelief as you ask again and again if he's sure he's okay. From that day on Steven is almost excited to tell you when he trips over, getting giddy from your affectionate first aid, so unused to having some care about him this much.
If the roles are reversed and you're the one sick or injured, Steven would be at absolute panic stations: Filling the fridge with soup, brewing endless tea, filling hot water bottles and making sure you don't move a muscle until you are back to peak physical condition.
j - jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)
While the more time Steven spends with you, the better he starts to feel about himself, that doesn't stop his insecurities getting the better of him when he sees another guy flirting with you. When he sees you talking to another man, laughing while you wait at the coffee cart to meet Steven, he stops dead in his tracks, all his doubts suddenly deafening in his mind. Of course other men notice you, you're gorgeous, he'd be an idiot to think he's the only person you'd notice. or be interested in. You could have anyone, and he has so little to offer in his mind, it was only a matter of time until you realised you had much better options. As he stands frozen in the background of this little scene he has no idea that all you can think about as you make polite small talk, is how excited you are that you'll be back with Steven soon. Luckily as you turn and spot him, the wide smile that spreads across your face as your eyes lock dispels those negative thoughts and has his heart bursting in his chest again.
k - kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to be kissed?)
Before you came into his life Steven couldn't remember the last time he kissed someone, but this hopeless romantic found himself wistfully watching romcoms and daydreaming about the day he'd find someone who felt that way about him. So when it got to the end of your second date, escorted back home like the gentleman Steven is, he was practically shaking like a leaf in the wind at the thought that the time had finally come for his fairytale kiss. He was so nervous, desperately trying to think about what to say, making sure he didn't trip or accidentally walk into the road without looking and that he barely heard you the first time you asked him.
"What was that sorry?" he blinked in nervous reply.
"I said can I kiss you Steven?" You asked sweetly, smiling brightly at his awestruck face, as he tried to pull himself together enough to answer you, this eventuality not one that he had considered even in his wildest dreams. And then he realised he was still staring silently at you, snapping out of his trance and nodding frantically as he fought the smile creeping across his lips, not wanting anything to ruin the moment. His lips are soft, hesitant as they press against yours, not wanting to go too far, still in disbelief that you could want him this way.
That perfect first kiss, followed his ecstatic giggles, and more enthusiastic second kiss, opened the floodgates for Steven's kisses. Every greeting, every good bye, every good night, always punctuated by his warm plush lips meeting yours, never missing an opportunity to pull you into his giddy embrace. His favourite place for your lips is right on his, but when you plant a soft kiss on his forehead, his cheek, his neck he can't help the blissful smile that spreads across his cheeks.
l - love language (what is their love language?)
Steven is a nervous little bug, with insecurities running as deep as they go, so I think Words of Affirmation would be on top for him. You'd put in the effort to make sure he always knows how interesting you find his historic lectures, how handsome you find him first thing in the morning, how incredible of a boyfriend he is to you. You praise him over and over, telling him the little thoughts as they pop into your head until one day he really, truly starts to believe them.
A close second for Steven would be Physical Touch, given how much of his life he's spent on his own. Having your hand gently interlocked in his as you walk through London, softly brushing your thumb over his skin absentmindedly as you talk would feel like a whole body comfort blanket to him, no matter how small the contact. He'd feel his previously blue and grey skies turn the warmest pinks and oranges the moment you settled into the seat beside him, draping your legs over him and resting your head on his shoulder, always letting him know you are right by his side.
m - mornings (how are mornings spent with them?)
Steven doesn't sleep too well, even with you by his side, so mornings are not his sharpest time. Expect lots of haphazard pawing at you to stay cuddled in bed with him, angry denials that you're definitely not both going to be late for work, only emerging from his duvet cocoon when you pop the kettle on. He'll shuffle slowly across the little wooden floor until he latches himself on to you, only starting to look slightly awake at the promise of you letting him join you for a morning shower.
n - nights (how are nights spent with them?)
Nights after work are usually spent at Steven's flat, him feeling much more comfortable in the place he's used to. He's often feeling a little low after work if his manager has been all over him, so coming home to you, filling the flat with music, or the smells of cooking, or just the warmth of your presence boosts him to a level of happiness he previously didn't think possible. Given the weather in London most of your nights are spent curled up on his sofa, you on Steven's lap while he reads, or legs intertwined while you watch a movie and he points out the historical inaccuracies, or if it's a romcom cries into your shoulder less than subtly.
o - open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Even though he only remembers snippets of his childhood, growing up in that environment had some pretty deep effects on Steven. He spent most of his life being pretty solitary, guarding himself from others behind some pretty tall walls before you came into the picture. So even though Steven is totally smitten and immediately wants to keep you forever, he's just not convinced you'll stick around and he doesn't want to risk opening himself up to that hurt. So he tells you a little bit of information on each date, playing it safe, waiting for you to run in the opposite direction. But with every date you smile enthusiastically at the new information, and tell him a little something about you, and then keep coming back for the next date, interest never wavering. Until one night, late into a dinner date on your couch, and Steven's about to tell you the next fact about himself, thinking for sure this will be the night you realise you're too good for him, when he realises he has nothing left about himself to tell you. You've stayed through all his thoughts, and stories, and memories. You've stayed for him. And as he looks at your bright expecting eyes, he knows he can trust you with anything.
p - patience (how patient are they usually? what tends to wear their patience thin?)
For you, Steven has all the patience in the world, nothing is too much for you and he'll never get frustrated if you're late, or forgetful, or even occasionally thoughtless. No, Steven saves all his frustration for himself. He finds his temper getting shorter with himself now that he has someone he cares about waiting on him. You'll hear him cursing himself before you see him as he stumbles off the bus, twenty minutes late with no warning as he dropped his phone in a puddle at the bus stop. You'll be showered with an immediate flood of apologies, from the 'bloody idiot' until you slowly soothe your fingertips over the creasing lines across his forehead and tell him not to worry, cutting off his self-deprecating monologue with a reassuring kiss.
q - quality time (how do they like to spend with you?)
Stevens' dream day-off with you is two fold:
First spending the morning touring the museum without being shackled to the gift shop counter. He likes to give you the unabridged tour, telling you his favourite stories and theories from each of the time periods, drinking in your enraptured gaze as he talks. Then of course he likes to help you pick out a souvenir from the gift shop so he gets to have a positive memory associated with the place.
The second half of his dream day would be going with you to whatever makes you as happy as showing you around the museum makes him! Whether it's an aquarium, arcade, karaoke bar, clothes shopping, drag show, cat cafe, manicure, spa day, sports game - it makes no difference to Steven because he is 100% invested. He wants to be the enraptured audience for you that you are to him, knowing how much it means to him when you listen to his Egyptian lectures.
r - remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)
Steven has a million happy memories with you but the one that plays on loop is from about your third date. You were sitting in a little cafe sharing cookies and hot chocolate, warming your hands on a crisp October afternoon. Despite clearly being there on a date together, the barista bringing attentive refills couldn't help throw a few flirty lines at a truly oblivious Steven. It would have made you feel a little jealous if it wasn't for the way Steven's gaze never left yours, every cheeky line completely innocently dismissed with a polite thank you. The walk home is peaceful and quiet as you both stomp on crunchy autumn leaves, and he works up the nerve to put his gloved hand in the grasp of your mitten. As you stand outside your door, you can't help but praise his chivalry with a laugh, "you're a real gentleman Steven, from walking me home to ignoring a pretty, flirting waitress." You're met by an echoing laugh as Steven shakes his head, "flirting?! With me?!"
You nod with a laugh, astonished he could have missed the less than subtle signs, "oh absolutely'"
"But I was clearly there with you! Why would she be flirting with me?!" He argued incredulously, completely unconvinced he would ever be the victim of flirting. In response you tug at the lengths of his scarf, stepping closer until your chests all but meet, replying with a sly smile and a cheeky glint in your eye
"Oh please. Like you don't know you're gorgeous." Closing the gap between your lips before he could think to deny it. As Steven relaxed against the soft embrace of your kiss, he could hardly believe the comforting warmth building inside of him; not only did you think he was gorgeous, but he believed you. And whenever he feels those doubts creeping into his mind, he remembers the sincere gleam in your eye as you first told him he was gorgeous, and he believes you all over again.
s - security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)
As much as Steven doesn't see himself as very brave, you best believe if anyone is giving you a hard time he's already there, ready to step in front of you despite the obvious quiver in his voice and trembling hands. This protective streak extends to making sure his umbrella doesn't allow a single drop of rain to touch you, at the sacrifice of his now-damp self, and insisting on seeing you safely home after every date, despite never expecting to be invited in.
The reverse is also very true, and you're the first to stand up for Steven when he doesn't feel like he can do it himself. Answering questions and speaking up when Steven gets frozen under the pressure, earning a warm, thankful hug as soon as he snaps back into reality. You often find yourself gripping his hand and steering the dreamy man safely back on the pavement as he wanders into traffic mid-ramble. You spend a lot of time taking care of him when he forgets to take care of himself, wrapping a blanket over his shoulders and ushering him into bed once the stars are out before he spend all night at his desk hunched over an ancient text, and Steven notices all these little gestures, further reiterating that he doesn't know what he'd do without you.
t - try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Steven would absolutely give his all to dates, he's had a mental list a mile long of all the dates he'd like to take someone on, and now that he has you he can finally live his best romantic life, making sure you know exactly how much he cares about you, and appreciates the time you spend together. Poor boy is a little spacey so I think he is less good when it comes to anniversaries and key dates, but it's not because he doesn't value them, he just struggles to keep track of the time and day. But everyday Steven will put in the effort to prove to you how much you mean to him, doing every little thing he can to show his love: walking you to your tube stop in the morning even though it's the opposite direction to his bus stop, texting you without fail on his lunch break so you know he's thinking about you and if you need anything, getting a hot water bottle ready for the second you walk through the door on a rainy day, snatching away your rainy anorak in exchange for a cosy jumper of his that's been waiting for you on the radiator. He may be a day early with a birthday card now and then, but you won't trade it for the way he treats you like royalty every single day.
u - upset (how do they act when you're upset? how do they act when they're upset?)
Steven feels like you are so generous towards him with your love, constantly caring for and comforting him, that even though he hates seeing you upset he loves that he gets a chance to take care of you for a change. If he hears the tone of your voice falter, the upset sniffs you try to brush off as just down to the cold weather, he's straight there next to you, wrapping his arms around and letting you know that you're okay and that everythings going to be okay, no matter what's on your mind. And he truly believes that, he knows you're strong enough and smart enough to make it through any situation, but that doesn't mean things can't get bad for a little while, and he's all about being there for you while you feel however you're feeling, holding your hand through the lows, and helping you back to your feet when you're ready.
v - vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)
I don't think Steven really thought much about his looks before you came into his life, going all out to put on his best (albeit slightly ill-fitting) suit for your first date. It was hard for him to mentally prepare for how good were you going to look for the occasion, immediately making him feel underdressed, but you told him that he looked really nice, and again on your next date, and the third, until he started to feel like he could just look his usual self around you, and even first thing in the morning you'll tell him he looks beautiful, and as hard as it is for him to believe you, he think the exact same thing waking up next to you, so maybe it was true, maybe he looks just right for you as he is.
w - wildcard (a random headcanon for them.)
Sometimes Steven completely forgets himself and just stares at you. If you're across from him at a little cafe table, or cuddled up next to him watching a movie at home, you'll feel his gaze on you before you really register it, and he'll be just fixated on your face, completely blank of any thought other than pure adoration. He doesn't mean to, he just starts looking at your face, and for a while can't quite believe how beautiful you are. He starts at the slope of your neck, following the curve of your jaw to your perfect, inviting lips, slightly parted, where he gets distracted by the lines of your nose, and the way they lead to your slightly flushed cheeks. By the time he's captivated by your eyes, you're looking at him but it's not enough to break him out of his spell as he really takes in their shape, the way the light bounces off them and back at him like a true heavenly glow. He sweeps his gaze across your brow, any faint lines exquisitely painted as if by a master artist, and he finds himself in utter disbelief of your beauty as he reaches out to brush the back of his hand over your cheek, oh so delicately, the soft contact enough to finally make him realise you're watching his every move, and suddenly he's embarrassed, worried he's made you uncomfortable with his leering, until those perfect lips turn up at the corners and find their way to his hand as he whispers, "You're so beautiful love."
x - x-ray (how easily are they able to read you?)
Given Steven's inexperience in a relationship, at first he misses a lot of the signals you think you are pretty clearly sending out. And honestly, with his nervous behaviour and difficulty forming whole sentences around you, it's difficult to get a read on exactly how he's feeling as well. So you'd resolve to be more direct, telling Steven your thoughts as you have them, telling him how your day really was, telling him how you feel, what you enjoyed most about your time together. And the more openly you communicated with him, the more settled he feels, reciprocating your direct communication, relieved to know what you were thinking. As you settle into your relationship more, there are certains things that become unsaid, but on the whole I think you and Steven are the type to just have very direct, honest, simple communication, and it works perfectly for you.
y - yuck (what things do you do that they hate?)
I can't imagine Steven finding anything about you to hate, he so completely appreciates your presence and everything you are, it's just unnatural for him to judge what you do. That being said if he puts the kettle on and you want coffee instead of tea, prepare to receive the Great British side-eye.
z - zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?) When you and Steven curl up to sleep, he loves having the comfort of knowing you're by his side, grounding him in reality and all things good. Unwilling to risk you drifting apart as you sleep, Steven will always tuck his hand into yours as you say good night, holding your hand softly as your eyelids flutter shut. If you turn over in the night you'll find Steven's hand firmly fixed to your shoulder or waist, always keeping you in arm's reach.
