just thinking about Steven Grant. keep rewatching the first episode of Moon Knight bc i love him so much
Steven sleepwalking and sleeptalking. he already has trouble sleeping, and his body has this restless energy from his alters going on missions (but mostly because he just drank tea right before bed. but not the sleepy kind of tea)
just. imagine waking up to the sounds of soft shuffling and British jargon being murmured under breath, and when you peek up from your tangle of covers, it's just Steven. looking through one of his many shelves with half-lidded eyes and groggy, uncoordinated movements that tells you he definitely isn't fully conscious of his actions.
"Stevie, what're you doing?" you murmur faintly, half-asleep still
"I've gotta return this book," he grumbles, pulling a book from the shelf clumsily and nearly dropping it. he looks at the label like he's trying to read despite it being too dark to make out anything but the large title.
"I think you own that one, baby." you can't help but smile softly at his antics, but also prepared to jump out of bed if he starts stumbling
Steven looks up at you like you were trying to explain the the sky was green, his nose adorably scrunched in confusion. "no... no, love, I mean the library. gotta... gotta return it to the library.." you here his murmurs trail off, something about how the librarian will give pay back.
"mhm," you hum before flopping back into bed. you really didn't feel like arguing with a stubborn, barely conscious Steven. "come back to bed. we can return the book tomorrow."
Steven's nose stays scrunched, and he doesn't make a move to take you up on that offer. you can see him squinting, his mind trying to wrap around the idea of returning the book tomorrow, not right this second
"I'll give you cuddles." you call from under the layers of blankets.
you didn't have to tell Steven twice. with a low groan, he wobbles towards the bed before collapsing. his mind didn't even register that the book was still in his hand.
"there. isn't that better?" you chuckle, tossing the blankets over his slumped body. it was like there was a switch in his brain, and as soon as his body touched the comfortable sancuary of the bed, he passed out.
he didn't respond to you, but a bit later, he let out a soft snore into the pillow.
i see Steven's sleepwalking and talking like Ron Weasley's from Harry Potter. they are just silly, and he's confused as fuck but stubborn.
