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Insomnia Nights | Spencer Reid

summary: Spencer can’t bring himself to go home after a bad case, and you refuse to leave him by himself to deal with it.

pairing: spencer reid x reader (tried to be as gn! as possible! please let me know if i made any mistakes or missed any gender biased description/words)

tags: fluff, spencer pining, this is more so spencer pov, maybe a little ooc spencer

word count: 2.3k

notes: it’s been so long since I’ve written anything so let me know your thoughts or advice! also i did get my insomniac information/facts from a website so if it is wrong or is offensive feel free to let me know! if you want!

Spencer was used to late nights, nasty case files that have those images flashing through his head while downing multiple cups of coffee.

What he was not used to however was you.

Your frustrating kindness, who didn’t want to leave him here by himself after such a difficult case was something he still isn’t used to. He can’t even allow himself to be upset at you, not when you keep glancing up at him from across the desk, sending a warm, albeit sleepy, smile with your eyes holding no anger or frustration anywhere on your face.

“You know you don’t have to stay with me.. It’s getting late and you should really get home and get some sleep.” Spencer speaks quietly, not wanting to startle you but he already knows by the way you're slightly shaking your head that the request will be denied, although he can’t blame you considering he’s done the same for you the last time you were in his position, even though it's never this late, he notes as he glances at the time flashing 1:23 A.M.

Spencer can’t help but stare at you as you glance back towards the files and then back up at him, crinkles in the corner of your eye as your smile widens at him.

“You know I actually do think that these late paperwork nights are some of the most productive times I have so…” You trail off with a low laugh, which is like music to his ears. “I think to help my workload I’m gonna stay right here for a little bit.”

You definitely were just trying to make him feel better, he could tell by the way your eyes and body was sluggishly moving, barely making a dent on the files you had. He tried to convince you to let him help but you always refuse, saying he has enough on his own.

Spencer would never let you or anyone else know, he can barely admit it himself but you staying with him is selfishly one of the main reasons why he stays so often. It’s nice to have the quiet nights where it’s just you two in the office together where he can make undetected glances your way, shamelessly allowing his eyes and demeanor to change when it’s just you. He knows it’s mainly so Morgan can’t make note of it, which will then lead to Penelope knowing and getting bombarded with questions about you and his feelings that he can’t bother to lie about.

As if he could lie efficiently enough to make them believe him when he says, “No, there's nothing going on there! She’s just my friend who I care about.”

Not when he thinks- no, knows he’s in love with you.

Everytime he has these nights when it's too hard to go home and sleep, he stays here and you always stay with him. Selfishly, he enjoys it too much to actually push and convince you to go home the way he should, but he can’t because it’s a constant reminder that makes him feel less lonely and more loved each time he sees you. And who doesn’t want to feel loved by the person they think they can never have.

Now, Spencer was never a religious man but if he was, he’d pray to a higher god that these nights could be an everyday occurrence. He wished they could have nights spent together at one of their homes, wrapped in each other's arms, insomnia be damned. Sleep unable to be denied by them any longer due to the comfort of each other's body weight and warmth. It’s all he thinks about as he looks back up, watching as you flex your fingers before resuming the typing that fills the room. Spencer decides to change that.

“Yeah… but there's also more work related accidents that are caused by drowsiness that stems from insomnia and lack of sleep than there are of regular accidents.”

Now, Spencer wasn’t trying to get you to leave but he also knew that if you were to get hurt because you hadn’t gotten enough rest just because he couldn’t will himself to go home he would never be able to forgive himself. He doesn't want you to get hurt, not due to his own selfish reasons of not being able to leave but wanting you to stay. That's why on multiple occasion he does leave at a good time, but he doesn't tell you that while he watches you pull out of the BAU parking lot, he sits at a cafe a couple buildings down so he can come back to the office. Spencer doesn't think you need to know that though.

“Oh so you think I have insomnia now Doctor? Please, do tell me how you came to this conclusion, oh genius one.” You were joking with him and he felt warm under your smile and warm eyes.

“Well, you know there are actually two main types of insomnia! There's acute insomnia and chronic insomnia, acute is more so a short time that can last up to a few weeks but never lasts months. It’s mostly caused by a life stressor like divorce or death of a loved one, sometimes even an illness.”

Spencer always knew how to fill the air with you, you always let him talk, never once interrupted and always listened. It’s what made it so hard to not fall in love with you. So, he took notice of your attention solely on him and he continued.

“Meanwhile, chronic insomnia is pretty much long term, it usually lasts longer than three months and has main problems of sleepiness in the daytime, attention issues and it's estimated that about 10 to 15 percent of people have chronic insomnia.” Spencer’s voice trailed off, watching to see your eyes crinkle, but smile on your face.

“Okay… I get the main stressors of acute insomnia but I don’t have any of that going on so… what if none of those are the reason why you become an insomniac?” Your voice hid a hint of suave and confidence, it made Spencer nervous, as if he would mess up in some way. He knew, no he knows the other stressors but with your eyes on him, smirk adorning your lips, eyes slightly squinted and head tilted, his mouth was dry and his hands sweaty.

You were hot.

“Um… Um yeah not- not everyone would-” Spencer had to stop and clear his throat, his words coming out slightly shaky, higher pitch as he stared back into your eyes. “There are other stressors, yes.” It’s all he could say with her eyes on him. Emily wasn’t wrong when she said his IQ gets slashed to 60 when looking at someone pretty, beautiful in your case.

Your smile broke out, teeth showing as you laughed. Spencer couldn’t help but smile along with you, shoulders relaxing and eyes never leaving your face. Spencer was undoubtedly in love with you, he just needed you to figure it out because he can’t for the life of him say anything like that to you, hell he couldn’t even tell you the other stressors for acute insomnia. Which include interpersonal relationship issues, work problems and stress, financial loss, and career change or any other big life change by the way. He knows what they are, he could spew it out to anyone else but when it's you sitting there, gazing at him with sleep and something else in your eyes, smiling at him, there's no way he’s getting the words out. And before Spencer can try to say anything, you make the room stop, and tension grow by speaking.

“Maybe it’s not insomnia.. Maybe it’s just me wanting to stay with the pretty boy colleague who suffers from chronic insomnia.” Your words shocked him, his eyes widening, eyebrows raising as he tried thinking about the words you said. Wow.

You thought he was pretty, you thought him, Dr. Spencer Reid, 3 PHDs in mathematics, chemistry, and engineering, 2 BA’s in sociology and psychology, IQ of 187, reads 20,000 words per minute, has an eidetic memory, certified genius was pretty. And that makes him want to walk over to your desk and kiss you.

“You… you think I’m pretty?” Spencer doesn’t care if his voice is shaky, or if his knees are weak as he slowly stands and heads directly over to your desk. Spencer doesn’t care because this is the closest he’s been to discussing the feelings he’s been hiding. When he gets there, your chair has been pulled out, facing him and he stands in front of you while you look up at him, eyes slightly widened. Spencer thinks you look beautiful like this, caught off guard, but beautiful.

“Well yeah Spence, we literally all call you ‘pretty boy’. You seriously thought that was a joke?” Your eyes had stayed on his, but it was your voice that came out shaky this time, and he hated to admit that he liked it. Spencer liked seeing you nervous because of him this time, it gave him the confidence to take a step closer, your knees now touching him. It sent an electric current through him.

“But do you think I’m pretty? Is that why you stay with me?” Spencer's shocked, but proud, of the fact that his voice isn't shaky this time. This time it’s confident, but still soft. It’s always soft with you.

“Yeah Spence, I think you’re pretty…” Your voice was even softer, your hands gripping the chairs arms as you stood up, head still slightly looking up at him, but closer. So much closer than he’s used to. Spencer wills himself to not make it obvious that he’s breathing in your smell, his hand clenching to make sure he doesn’t reach out and touch you, pulling you against his body.

“But that isn’t the only reason why I stayed with you.” As you finished talking, you let your hand reach, grabbing his clenched fist, your fingers willing his open so you could let your fingers slide in between his.

“I care about you… about whether you sleep or not. I heard more work accidents are caused by drowsiness and insomnia than anything else.” Your voice was still soft, but there was a laugh bubbling up, but only fully coming out when Spencer let his own come out while shaking his head.

“Well… maybe whoever said that was more worried about you then himself.” Your smile widened at his words, the grip on his hands tightening as you leaned closer to him, noses brushed against his own.

“Maybe so… but I think he’s been so wrapped up in his own head he doesn’t realize I care about him the same way.”

Spencer stared into your eyes as you said it, watching your expressions. He noticed while you were speaking that your eyes kept falling between his eyes and his mouth. Spencer let a small smirk appear on his face, confidence fully taking over.

Spencer took his hands, trailed them up your arms, letting them rest on the junction of your neck, thumb holding your jaw, forcing your eyes to meet his. “You have no idea how much I care about you Y/N.” He kept his voice soft, quiet, the temperature in the room going up, or maybe that was the feel of your skin on his.

“Then show me.” Your words shook him to his core, but the emotion behind your eyes willed him to not hesitate.

With both of his hands on either side of your face, hands holding you as if you were the most precious thing he’s ever had the pleasure of touching, he smashed his lips to your own while letting out a deep sigh.

This is something he’s wanted, needed even. With the feeling of you kissing him back, he was convinced this was the best night of his life, that everything he has had to go through to get to this moment, he would go through them twice if thats what he had to do to ensure you would keep kissing him like this.

His hands trailed to the back of your head, hair gripped as he kissed you harder, his slightly chapped lips meeting your incredibly soft ones with haste. The kiss is sweet but also passionate, heated, your bodies almost molding into one with the way you keep moving closer to Spencer, needing to be closer as his lips reel you in.

As you start to pull back, needing to breathe, Spencer follows, lips trailing after you before he feels your hands on his chest, slowly raising to his throat. “Trust me if we weren’t here at work, or I needed to breathe I wouldn’t be stopping right now.”

Your words had Spencer's mind reeling, a low whine leaving his lips as he propped his forehead on yours. “I’ve been wanting to do that since you laughed at my existentialist joke.” You laughed at his words, hand raising to run through his hair, falling on his cheek. “You should have done it then, I’ve wanted to kiss you since you told me it’d be safer to kiss.”

Spencer let out a deep sigh as he pulled away from you, eyes staring at your face and debating on what to say next. Spencer could feel himself slowly going back in his shell, still trying to make sense of what just happened. Spencer could see that you could tell his shy nature was coming back and he wasn’t sure what to do next, he could tell you understood, you always did.

“How about we finish up and get out of here, we can get some sleep and talk about what we want to do in the morning?” Spencer was relieved to hear you say that, to see you weren’t disgusted with him and that you wanted to talk about it, maybe even have something more after the talk. It warmed him, made him feel whole when he looked down and saw you were still smiling at him, still trusts him.

While you packed your bag up, preparing your desk for tomorrow, Spencer had decided that being an insomniac had been a blessing in disguise, one he would always be grateful for, because it led him to this night, led him to being able to walk out of the office while holding your hand in his own.

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AIB tag: WAY too much Chishiya, where is Kuina?  Where are the Kuina and Ann gifsets?  Where are the LADIES.  OMG my girl didn’t kick so much ass through so many games in a fucking bikini top only to NOT be lusted after on Tumblr.

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Miracle Sundays | Marc Spector

summary: Sundays were always the best days of the week for Marc, especially the ones where he got to spend it with you. 

pairing: marc spector x reader 

tags: there are some slight nsfw mentions but not any actual smut (I’m trying to work my way up to it), marc spector being soft and vulnerable. 

word count: 2k 

notes:  I hit 300 followers so thank you so much! Now, there are a few mentions of Steven so if I have any incorrect wording or way of writing a DID relationship then please let me know, I never intend to do any harm to anyone with my writing! If anyone would like to be added to my taglist please let me know and enjoy!

Marc Spector would never call himself a saint, quite the opposite in fact. 

Marc knew he was anything but a saint, but when he got to spend the quiet Sundays with you, he felt like that very thing. Sunday was his favorite day of the week because he had an agreement with Steven; Marc stayed fronted the entire day, giving him a whole day to be with you, no interruptions allowed. Seven always respected that, he knew Marc wasn’t one for the romantic dates and the love confessions so giving him a whole day to do and say as he pleased always seemed like a fair trade for allowing him to continue to work for the museum. Steven got what he wanted, now it was Marc’s turn. 

Which led to where Marc was now, laying back against Stevens’ headboard, his arms wrapped tightly around your body, keeping your body close against him, your hair slowly beginning to stick to his chest as he started lightly sweating from the body heat. Marc didn’t necessarily care either, this was how he tried to show you that no matter how many ‘I love you’s and romantic date nights he misses, he cared for you as much as Steven did. The thought of you thinking such absurd things caused Marc to tighten his hold on you, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked down to you, seeing your eyes already locked on him. 

“Marc… you have that look on your face again. What the hell are you thinking in that head of yours?” You had said it softly, knowing Marc wasn’t one for the invasive type questions. You had begun running your fingers up and down on his chest, waiting patiently to see how he would answer, or if he would at all. 

“You know I love you right? I don’t say it the way Steven does, don’t show it that much either but I do.” Marc had kept his eyes on you, his eyes slightly mitsy at the confession. It wasn’t what you were expecting to hear from him. It was actually quite surprising to himself too; he wasn’t the one to openly express his feelings but the growing softness and urge to reassure you and himself got the best of him. 

“Marc, of course I know that. You don’t have to say it or make these grand gestures and take me out to show me.” You had pushed yourself up, leaning on your elbow as you maintained eye contact with the emotional man in front of you. “I feel it every time you hold me, every time you ask me if I’m okay, anytime you kiss me I feel it. I feel it every day I spend with you.” It had made Marc's eyes squint as he showed the special smile he saved for you, the sight of it had made you lean closer into him, running your nose against his. 

“You know it’s a miracle these Sunday’s always work for us, right? Steven must really care about us to not interrupt a heartfelt moment like that.” It had earned a laugh from you, the noise ringing out in the quiet apartment, Marc watching and listening with a keen softness on his face. The sight of your eyes crinkled shut, your smile brightly directed towards him made his chest grow tight, his own eyes growing those small crinkles at the corner of them, his face itching closer to yours. Marc let his hands snake tighter around your body, pulling you flush against him as he raised a hand to your cheek, pulling your face closer to his own. 

“God, you’re so beautiful, you know that?” At the words Marc had whispered against your skin, you had felt the heat rise against your neck and cheeks as you nuzzled your nose against his shoulder. “Well look at you hotshot. First an ‘I love you’ now a compliment. What’s next? You're gonna take me to one of those dinner dates?” It had been a joke, something you knew would make Marc roll his eyes and lean his face away from yours, which is why it was surprising to see Marc staring deeply into your own eyes, his lips quirked up in a small smirk. 

“Do you want that? It’s our Sunday. We can do whatever you want.” At the offer, you slowly slid on top of Marc, sitting up to sit on his lap with a raised eyebrow. Marc's hands had run up along the back of your thighs as he sat up fully against the headboard. “Marc, I don’t want you to do something you never do just because I enjoy it every once in a while. This is our day, not just mine.” 

Marc kept his eyes locked onto yours as he pulled you down against him, his hands finding their way into your hair as he pushed his lips against your own. You leaned further into his arms as you let his lips entrap you in the feeling of his hands slowly lowering down to your hips, slowly moving them against his own. A small moan slipped out of your mouth as you placed your hand in his hair, slowly tugging on the messy curls. As you pulled away from Marc, you felt him let out a deep breath against your lips as he whispered, “You make it really hard to stay focused you know that baby?” 

You let out a giggle as you pulled further away, slowly raising yourself from his lap and off the bed. “Get up, Spector, we’re getting brunch then going to the store for a movie night.” 

Letting out a deep groan while throwing his feet off the side of his bed, Marc quickly got up, following you into the bathroom. “Yes ma’am.”

“I still don’t understand why they keep the bread all the way in the back, I mean it’s such a common item that people get Marc, it just doesn’t make sense.” You were making your way back into the apartment as you both had bags in your hand, continuing the conversation from the car.

“Baby I promise if I knew I would tell you.” Marc had felt completely content with himself and how the day was going as he watched you stand by the table, slowly unpacking the groceries. This was the reason why Sunday was his favorite day of the week, every Sunday, he gets to see you standing in his apartment, unpacking groceries, sometimes even standing in one of his shirts. It made him realize the gravity of his own feelings, every time he saw you like this; completely comfortable with him, his home and in his presence, he truly realized that he was in love with you. 

Marc walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face in your neck as he placed light kisses along your neck. Your hands had made their way to his own as you leaned back against his chest, letting out a content hum. “What's this for? You trying to get in my pants, Spector?” At the small quip, Marc let out a small laugh against your skin as he trailed kisses along your neck up to your ear to whisper, “Trust me sweetheart, if I wanted in your pants I’d use my hands and mouth for something much more productive than this.” Marc had trailed his hands up your body, slowly rubbing circles against your hips, effectively pushing you against his own hips. You let out a small sigh as you rolled your head back against Marc’s shoulder as you groaned out, “Yeah, you always were pretty productive with those.” 

Marc had let his hands drop further down your hips, slowly letting his fingers dance around the band of your pants, slipping the button out of its loop. “You think you’re so slick, huh Spector?” Your hand had trailed down to his, interlocking your fingers as you turned around to him, pressing your interlocked hands against his chest. “The ice cream will melt if your hand gets any lower, hotshot.” Marc had brought your locked hands up to his lips, pressing chaste kisses on your knuckles with his eyes closed. “I don’t really care about the ice cream right now baby.”  You let out a laugh as you pulled your body away from Marc, turning back towards the bags of groceries as Marc let out a sigh and pressed a kiss on the back of your head and headed to the bags of canned goods. 

“Alright, let's get the ice cream and groceries up then we can have the rest of the evening available to do whatever we want.” 

You had rolled off of Marc as the two of you let out deep sighs. “Alright… now what?” It had been at least two hours since the two of you had finished putting away the groceries, the two of you being entangled with each other since the pantry door closed. 

“You always know how to use your hips huh sweetheart.” You had let out a giggle as you turned to lay your head on his chest, his arms quickly wrapping his own arm around you as he pressed a kiss against your forehead. You knew this side of Marc was something he didn’t show often and you didn’t want him to go back to the fleeting kisses, quick ‘Are you okay?’s, and the many nights where he’d bury his anger and sadness deep inside of you. You would never try and bring it up, knowing he’d feel even worse and quickly draw away from you and Steven both, something you would never want for any of the members in the relationship you were in. Even though you always promised to never ask about the certain days where one of you were acting different but you had to know. 

“Marc, how come you’ve been acting differently today?” You were hesitant to further develop the question as you whispered against his skin, which had tensed up at the question, causing you to quickly reassure him.  “You know it’s usually smaller, quick actions to show your love, not declarations and the soft touches and whispers… I love it, don't get me wrong but what’s different about today?” You felt the man slowly untense his body as you had slowly rubbed small shapes and patterns against his skin. 

“You deserve the declarations and the softness that Steven shows you. I don’t want you to realize that I’m this…broken mess of a man that’s just waiting for you to realize it and leave me.” At his words, you were quick to turn onto your stomach, your elbows against the sheet as you stared at him, seeing his eyes closed. “Marc, please look at me.” You watched as Marc clenched his jaw as he opened his eyes to stare back down at you with tears littered against his lash line. 

You kept your eyes locked onto his as you spoke clearly, “You are not broken Marc. You are an amazing man who protects the people he cares about. I mean, you make me feel safe and secure every time you’re around me.” You had raised your hand to Marc’s cheek, wiping the tear that fell from his eye. “I wish you could see yourself in the same light that I did. You would realize how amazing and compassionate you really were.” Marc had leaned into your hand as he let out a shaky breath. “I wish I could see myself that way too, I really do.” You nodded your head as you pulled him down to you, laying kisses along his forehead as he wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his head in the crook of your neck as you ran your hands through his hair.  

You knew It would take more than one talk after a good day for him to see himself in the same light you did, but you were ready to spend all of the Sundays performing a miracle that was making Marc Spector feel loved. 

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What if Jake had a partner before Steven or Marc even knew he existed, like his partner in crime. Bonus if they have goofy personality and makes dirty jokes every chance they get?

hello lovely! this is one of my first official asks, so thank you. this is also my first time writing for the lovely Jake Lockley! I hope you enjoy and it’s what you wanted! I was a little confused and it’s not a lot, but I hope you enjoy it all the same. 

There is a bit of Spanish, which I do not speak at all! It all comes from google translate so if it messes up then please let me know so I can try to fix any and all mistakes. 

Jake had always kept you a secret. 

You weren’t sure if he had done it because he was scared that you’d run from him after meeting his two alters, ones who didn’t even know he existed yet or if it had something to do with the fact that he wanted to keep you to himself. The thought of Steven giving you one of the shy smiles, stuttering about how your hair looked nice and Marc’s small smirk after you were quick to shoot back a small dirty joke, the thought alone was enough to make Jake want to keep you a secret for a while. 

One thing you did know? Jake wasn’t keeping you a secret because he was scared for your safety. No, he had no reason to! You were able to keep up with him when he went on the idiotic Khonshu missions, quickly disarming and forcing the men and women on their knees, making Jake’s job easier than he was used to. 

Now, at first Jake was put off by the idea of having you come alone with him, but after seeing you effectively take down a 6′5 male faster than he could run over to you, his worries were silenced, instantly knowing he’d actually enjoy your help and the witty jokes you’d yell out as you beat-the-living-shit out of one of the mercenaries. 

“What? You think you could use your hands for something better sweetheart?” It was your voice, making Jake snap his head towards you, watching as you had a burly man’s hands up against the wall, one of your knives lodged into his shoulder. The mad had been trying to pull his hands away from the wall, but every time he moved around the knife would find itself slipping further into the tissue. 

“Ahora cariño, no lastimes demasiado el ego del hombre.” Jake let out a small smirk as he walked towards the two of you, catching your eye as you smiled back at him. Jake would never admit it, but he was completely in love with you. He loved how you never judged him when he went a little overboard when killing someone, or when he would have those days where he would feel a little too broken, like he didn’t deserve to have you when Steven or Marc could have treated you better. 

Seeing you now, disheveled hair, blood slowly building under your eyebrow, a small split in your lip as you smirked back at him, slowly digging the knife deeper into the man’s shoulder, which caused a small scream of agony to slip through his lips, had been one of those moments Jake got where he just wanted to pull you into him and give you a kiss that told you everything he couldn’t. 

At the sound of his voice you gave a dazzling smile as you confidently stated back, “Bueno, tal vez se lo merece.” Jake had gotten beside you, keeping his eyes on the man he was about to question as you began telling him all the information you had gotten from him and the group of bodies that had been littered around the ground. 

“Alright, seems we’ve gotten what we’re getting out of him, cariño.” The man seemed to have gotten happy about that, thinking he would get away from the vicious couple. “Oh but it was such a short time to talk with our buddy here…” You had grabbed the man by his cheeks, shaking his head as he whipped his head back. “It’s been so long please. Please just let me go. I told you everything I know!” 

A mocking laugh fell out of your lips as you whispered, “I pity whoever you sleep with if you think these past 10 minutes have been long.” At the mockery, Jack had let out a small laugh as he grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the man, leaving him trapped against the wall with the knife lodged into his arm. 

“You never know when to keep your mouth shut, do you corazón?” 

I’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted, but I’m currently working on another fic when I saw this and got excited! 

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Steven Grant + ⛓

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welcome to my masterlist! as of right now I am only writing for moon knight and newly added, stranger things! but I can definitely see that changing in the future!

please remember that I am a new writer and am not an expert on DID, if any of my writing does hurt or impact anyone, please let me know! my asks are open! 

ღ - fluff!

⍟ - angst

♗ - smut (or mentions smut)

♢- slow-burn

gift shop accidents ღ - In which Steven Grant of the gift shop realizes sometimes accidents are exactly what he needs in order to score a date with someone he’s only dreamed of being with. (OC x Steven Grant) 

time at the museum  ღ ⍟ - you thought you were having a good time with your boyfriend Steven until he starts acting like a completely different person.

stressful discussions   ღ⍟ - the reader is surprised when she finds her boyfriend, the person’s calls she’s been ignoring in order to decide whether or not she should discuss her discovery of Marc, waiting at her door one day after work. Commence the Stressful Discussions. (part two to time at the museum)

please notice ღ ⍟ - reader thinks she has no chance of Steven liking her after hearing about his date, without realizing all of the things he seems to notice about her, until she gets the help from donna of all people.

i always notice ღ - Steven is confused and hurt why you’ve gotten sharp with him, which finally pushes him to let you know he’d always notice when it came to you. (part two to please notice) 

a neighbor and the cult man ♢ - you never expected to be in a fight with an invisible jackal after escaping a crazy cult, all with your friend Steven Grant and his supposed ex-wife Layla.

coffee and kisses ღ - Steven Grant hated coffee, but he loved the way it tasted against your mouth. Marc Spector loves coffee, longing to taste it on your mouth.

coffee and kisses ღ - Steven Grant hated coffee, but he loved the way it tasted against your mouth. Marc Spector loves coffee, longing to taste it on your mouth.

Earn It ♢ - He wanted your name; you wanted him to earn it first.

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Coffee and Kisses | Steven Grant/Marc Spector

summary: Steven Grant hated coffee, but he loved the way it tasted on you when he kissed you.  Marc Spector loves coffee, longing to taste it on your mouth.

pairing: steven grant x reader

tags: fluffy, steven is literally so soft for reader, this whole thing is really just making out (with a bit of grinding and lowkey alludes to smut) reader is aware of Marc and the business with Khonshu! 

word count: 2.3k (small thing while i get a master list out!)

notes: hello, I hope you all enjoy this! It’s a short little thing while I try to figure out and get a master list all sorted out! As always, please let me know if I have made any form of mistakes with writing DID, it is never my intentions to hurt or misinform someone with my writing! But alas, please enjoy! 

Steven hated the taste of coffee, loathed the smell of it even more. But when you come home from work, begging for a cup and for him to hold you, it all goes right out the window. 

He doesn’t care that the smell wafting around his loft is nauseating, nor does he care about the fact that you had spilt a small drop of the caramel brown liquid onto one of the random pages he had scattered around the desk. No, all he cares about is the weight of you sitting down against him, the smell of your coconut and honeydew shampoo wafting in his nose, immediately relieving the knots in his stomach, caused by the smell of coffee, as you let out a deep sigh, finally being able to relax. 

“Hello, my love…” Steven had been quick to wrap his arms around the front of you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, littering soft kisses on every bit of exposed skin he could feel, his hand beginning to softly rub your stomach and waist, your body falling against his own as you shut your eyes. 

“Mhmm… This is all I’ve wanted all day, just to be here, wrapped up in your arms.” At your words, Steven let out a hum, running his nose up along the side of your neck, ghosting his mouth over it as he whispered back to you, “I always want this… always want you. In any way you’ll have me.” His accent was thick, but the words were coming out in a soft whisper against your skin. A giggle had slipped past your lips as you had reached out in front of you, putting the cup of coffee on the table before turning around in Steven’s lap. You stared down into his eyes, the ones who always made you feel safe, comfortable and loved. 

At the new position, you had moved your hands up to his face, slightly caressing the full cheeks as you lowered your lips onto his, Steven eagerly moving his hands to your hips, grasping at them as he lowered your body against his own, letting out a small sigh at the contact. 

Steven hated coffee, but with the way you were kissing him, slowly moving your hips on top of his own, he didn’t care about the bitter taste transferring onto his own tongue, not when all he could focus on was you. Steven let his hands run further down your body, his hands slowly grasping your ass into his hands and causing your hips to roll against him. A soft moan slipped past your lips at the feeling of him underneath you, circling your hips against the semi-hard on you kept feeling brush against you. 

As you slowly pulled away, keeping your foreheads touching, you heard Steven let out a dejected whimper, quickly chasing your lips to press his lips back on yours. His hands were still gripping your ass but as you sat up fully, looking down at him, they fell to the back of your thighs, where he continued to slowly rub. 

“Anyway I’d have you eh? I like the sound of that.” As you had playfully quipped back at him, he let out a soft laugh as he threw his head back, a dazzling smile and pink tint on his face. “Yeah, whatever way you want, darling. I’m all yours, always will be.” At that, Steven grasped your thighs tighter and quickly lifted the both of you out of the seat, making his way to the bed. As you both plopped down, he turned to you, raising his hand and brushing your hair away from your face, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead. 

“Now, tell me about your day. Why’d you wanna come home so bad?” At the question, you let out a sigh, wrapping your arms around his middle, nestling your head on his chest as one of his hands slowly started dragging up and down along your back, while the other found solace in your hand, slowly rubbing circles on the back of it. 

“Just my boss keeps trying to make me get him coffee and his lunch. I��m not his bloody servant, hell I’m not even his secretary and he still likes making me run around for him. I swear it’s an ego thing.” You hated thinking back on it, the image of your stereotypical looking boss’s smug face as he would watch you run around for him. You especially hated that the image in your mind had been quick to ruin your entire mood, forcing the soft smile back into a deep scowl. 

Steven watched as your face contorted into a look of anger or annoyance, his hands slowly raising up to your face as he pressed the thumb of his hand into the crease between your eyebrows. “I’m sorry love… Maybe I could send a strongly worded letter, not that you can’t handle it!” Steven was quick to stumble out the rushed words as he worried you would take offense. “I know you can, probably better than I can but… I want to help you darling, just don’t know how exactly. Maybe we can ask Marc.” At his rushed words and clearly frazzled hand movements, you let out a laugh, leaning closer into him. 

“Steven, I know you would if I asked you to, so thank you but I can handle it. I’m probably just gonna have to deal with it, without you or Marc interfering..” As you had leaned closer onto Steven’s chest, his hand had started rubbing the small shapes and patterns onto your back, your muscles relaxing into him completely.

As Steven had continued working out the knots in your upper shoulder blades, you had let out content sighs at the feeling of his hands on you, working away the stress and anger you had built up during the long day. Your eyes were closed, your hands closing around the gray shirt he wore to bed, your mouth parting slightly as you let out a raspy breath at the feeling of a particular knot coming undone. 

“The way you use your hands on me will never not amaze me…” At your words Steven froze, looking at you as you had continued your words, “You’re getting every knot out and you’ve barely even done anything.” 

Steven had gulped at the words, his doe eyes staring down at your face as you relaxed further into his hold. Steven never understood why you wanted him; he was awkward, and he wasn’t exactly confident in bed, and he was definitely not the most handsome man who’d asked you out. Steven never understood but God did he know he was lucky. Luck was all he could say it was, luck is what helped allow him to be here now, kneading his hands on your slowly-relaxing shoulder, soft sighs slipping out of your mouth. When he realized he hadn’t said anything he cleared his throat and managed to spit out, “Well, whatever you need I’m there, yeah?” 

You nodded your head at his words, you knew he’d always be willing to help you in any way he could. That was one of the things about Steven, he was always eager to please. Whether it be making you a cup of coffee after a long day despite hating it or even when he insists on laying on his stomach; legs cramping from the awkward angle, tongue and fingers deep inside you, bringing that burning white pleasure you couldn’t seem to reach yourself. Steven was eager and you loved it.  

“I know you are darling, you’re always there.” You had turned to look at him, meeting the soft brown doe eyes. You smiled up at him as you reached your own hand up to run through his hair, moving your body to reach up and connect your lips with his own. Steven, eager as ever, had been quick to drop his hands to your hips, molding your bodies together. Steven had dropped his head into the crook of his neck, his lips leisurely pressing kisses to the skin as you reeled your head back to give him more access. You had kept your hands in his hair as they had slowly made small tugs as you had slowly started circling your hips on his, making Steven groan against your neck, softly nipping at the skin below your jaw. 

“Steven…” At the sound of his name falling from your lips, he was quick to rut up against you, letting out a desperate whimper at the contact, pulling away from your neck and looking up at you, breathing deeply. “I’m sorry… I know you had a bad day. I’m sorry we don’t have to-” 

“Shh no Steven. Don’t apologize, I want this too… but you just got back from some stupid Khonshu mission, and you haven’t fully healed up. I don’t want you to over do it.” At your words, Steven let out a sigh as he threw his head back against his pillows. “I know lovey, god I can still feel the broken rib healing.” At his words guilt started eating up in your chest, clearly visible to Steven as he gently grabbed your face, pressing a kiss against your forehead as he whispered to you. “I haven’t done anything I couldn’t handle my love. You’ve done nothing wrong, I swear.” 

“You’re alright, right? You didn’t hurt yourself when you picked me up or anything? I can mo-” You cut yourself off as you watched as Steven’s shoulders grew tense, his eyes closing tightly, his head jutting up, neck constricting as his veins became prominent. You knew what was happening, you had seen it many times before so the urge to ask ‘Steven’ if he was okay had dwindled as you realized Marc had fronted. 

“Marc.” At your voice, Marc’s eyes snapped open as he looked up at you, a small smirk falling onto his face. “Well, I certainly like this position baby.” At his words you rolled your eyes playfully as you slid off of his lap and laid beside him. “How’s the rib feeling for you?” As you had asked the question, you watched and saw Marc tighten his jaw and turn his head away from you. You hadn’t expected anything much of an answer, Marc was never one to show or discuss his pain. It wasn’t because he didn’t trust you, it was just how he was. 

“It’s fine, you don’t have to worry about him. Our body has been through worse, believe me.” At his gruff words you looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” At the question a small smile graced his features, something you hadn’t expected from him, being sure to smile back at him, causing him to look away from you. 

“I promise, Steven is okay.” At the use of ‘Steven’ you let the smile on your face drop. ‘Does he think I only care about Steven?’ “Marc…” At your tone, Marc had kept his gaze turned to the chipped paint of the door, refusing to meet your eyes. “Please just look at me.” Without thinking about it, he whipped his eyes towards your own, seeing the confusion embedded deep in your irises. “I don’t just worry about Steven. You’re important to me too.” At your words, Marc had tried to look away, but your hand on his face had stopped him. “I never want you to get hurt, you know that, right?” 

At your question, Marc had continued staring into your eyes, only giving a small nod of his head towards you. You knew it was all you were getting, and you were okay with it. “I know you think that I’m only ever asking about Steven… But I hope you realize that I care about you too Marc.” At your words, Marc had looked down at the hand that had been placed on his chest, making quick work to grab ahold of it and bring it to his lips to press soft kisses along your knuckles. 

“I know, baby. You always make sure I’m okay.” At the confident words, you let out a small laugh as you nodded your head, playfully flicking his covered thigh. “Yeah, don’t forget it, hotshot.” Marc had watched as you had walked over to your forgotten coffee cup and how you were taking the last remaining sip of the cold drink. 

“That coffee? Steven hates coffee.” At the question, you let out a humorous hum with a nod of your head. “Oh yeah he does, but he seemed to be understanding of the fact that I needed it after today.” You had made your way to the sink, quickly washing your mug and laying it on the drying rack. “Today? What happened?” Marc had risen from the bed and made his way over to the makeshift kitchen, standing against the wall with his arms crossed. “Was it that boss again?” At the last question, you let out a small ‘“Ah!”, pointing at him, nodding your head. 

“Right on the head with that guess, Spector. Just the same old stuff he’d do.” Marc had nodded his head, tightening his jaw as he spoke confidently, “The offer for me to knock his ass out still stands.” At the suggestion, you had let out a bright laugh as he had watched you with a content smile of his own. 

As he watched you quickly clean up the small mess of books and scattered pages, Marc couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He wanted those sweet coffee-tasting kisses and soft touches on his face. To feel loved fully by you, in a way only Steven knew. 

But for now, he’d be content with the questions on his well-being and the feeling of your hand being wrapped in his own, always longing for the coffee kisses. 

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A Neighbor and the Cult Man | Steven Grant

summary: You never expected to be in a fight with an invisible jackal after escaping a crazy cult, all with your friend Steven Grant and his supposed ex-wife Layla. 

pairing:  slight! steven grant x reader, slow burn so not a lot in this part! 

tags:  this is more so a slow burn, I do plan on making at least a part two, this was pretty much the start of it, friends to lovers’ trope! the reader is a bit snappy (only with steven once) let me know if I missed anything!

word count: 6.2k (most I’ve written!)

notes:  I hit 100 followers! Which is so insane and I love all of you so I tried to make this on a bit longer! I’m not too sure if I like this so please let me know what you think! This is a slow burn fic! please always let me know if I ever hurt anybody with my writing, and please enjoy and leave any comments/concerns, a few people have asked about being added to my tag list so if you’d like that, please comment and let me know! without further ado, please enjoy! 

You never meant to end up in the fight. 

You didn’t even have any business being here really. You should have been at home laying down with your cat while watching the last showing of ‘Mamma Mia’, but instead you were standing beside a beautiful woman, small cuts and bruises littering your skin as you watched your neighbor fight an invisible jackal. 

While wearing a masked suit. 

Now, none of this would even be happening if you had just minded your business and left it all alone. But when were you the type to shy-away and keep your nose out of someone else's business? 

“Yeah, that’s right, kick the invisible monster’s ass Steven!” You had been cheering him on, throwing your closed fist up in celebration as you watched Steven land a hard punch, you were able to tell he landed it by the way the car a few feet away from you had suddenly become dented. As Steven had let out a victory cheer of his own, a laugh passed your lips as you watched on. 

Now, how the hell did you get here? Well… 

“No mom, I don’t want you to send me any chocolates or flowers. That’s even more embarrassing than having no one give me any.” You were trying to talk your mother down from sending you even more comfort food. Why was she sending you comfort food exactly? You had caught your boyfriend of two years cheating on you, with one of your best mates. 

‘Well darling I know you like your comfort foods when you're upset! Oh! I could make my famous peanut brittle and drop it off!” At the thought of the deliciously sweet and salty mixture you let out a hum. 

“Okay well that and no more! Look, I’ve got to take this trash out or I never will. It’s been sitting here for the past week,” Yeah, you had taken the breakup/discovery pretty hard. “Probably smells a bit better than me though.” You had muttered the last bit as a passing thought as you quickly hung up the phone and grabbed the bag while slipping a pair of crocs on your feet. 

As you had made your way out of the apartment, you met the frantic eyes of Steven Grant, your awkward but very friendly neighbor and long-term friend, taking a glance at the women behind him. “You alright?” It was a question that had managed to slip out without you even processing it. 

“Yeah, fine, but um if you happen to see a dodgy little cult looking man be sure to let me know yeah? Cheers.” At that, he tugged the duffle bag closer to his chest, grabbing the women’s hand and hastily made his way into his apartment leaving you standing there, staring at the spot he used to be in with your mouth hung slightly open. ‘Was he getting laid? Wait- Cult looking man?’ 

“What does a cult looking man even look like...?” Was all you had muttered to yourself as you made your way down to the garbage chute. Your mind had started conjuring up images you could potentially look out for, ‘he said little, so he’s clearly a short fellow.’ But as you had gotten back up to the fifth floor of the building, you couldn’t help yourself in making your way to his door and knocking on it. 

“Steven? Hey, it’s me, you know the neighbor slash friend, well you probably got that, but I’ve been wondering about that cult man you asked me about and I need more information on it mate. I mean, what color hair? Does he have any like burns or like a little stache’ or even sideburns,” You had shuddered at the thought of a shorter man with a creepy mustache and sideburns following people around, “God I hate sideburns.” 

The door was quickly opened, and you felt a hand pulling you into the apartment, the smell of old books and, weirdly, sand had met your nostrils as you had looked around his apartment. You found shelves full of books and little Egyptian based figurines, even a pyramid paperweight. You were shocked at how much stuff he managed to fit into the smaller apartment, but as you continued to sweep your eyes around the apartment your eyes found a ring of sand and an ankle restraint around his bed, the woman standing beside it looking at you questioningly. 

You had never fully been in the apartment, always either your place or out in town, getting lunch or brunch or dinner, never fully in here. You were starting to understand why too, who the hell has a ring of sand around their bed? The restraint was a bit better, more understandable, maybe he was just kinky, you didn’t judge! 

“Did you see the man?” Was the last thing you expected for Steven to ask you. “Um no, I was gonna ask if you could give me more specifics, so I know what to keep my eye out for... I’m sorry but I have to ask, what’s with the sand... and the ankle restraint?” You had torn your eyes away from the miniature aquarium holding an abundant number of postcards and the one-fined goldfish, Gus, you remembered him telling you about him, to meet his eyes, quickly looking between the girl and him. ‘Was he a kinky little shit?’ 

They were wide and frantic as ever, clearly frazzled about whatever cult-man he was talking about, but as he realized the meaning behind your glances, his eyes widened for a different reason. “Oh no... no uh,” the brown eyes had looked away from yours and down to the bed and sand, quickly walking over to it and pushing the ankle restraint under the mattress, “I have a sleeping disorder...” At his words you didn’t know what to say or do so you simply nodded your head and muttered a small “Right yeah, think my cousin has something similar.” It was a lie. You didn’t even have a cousin, or at least one you actually talked to. As it had gotten silent, you realized you hadn’t said anything to the taller woman. 

“Hello, I’m Y/N, Steven’s neighbor but you probably already gathered that.” God, it felt like you were introducing yourself to your class at a new school, but that awkwardness quickly dispersed as she gave a small smile and told you “I’m Layla, Marc's wife.” Your eyebrows scrunched together at that. 

“Oh, that’s great yeah... but who’s Marc?” Now it was Layla’s turn to give you a confused look. Layla had raised her hand and pointed at Steven, who kept frantically glancing between the two of you.

“Stevens Marc? Wait, you have a fake name? And you're married! God! Steven, I’ve known you for over two years now. How could you not tell me this!”  As you had thrown the questions at him, he was shaking his head as he tried to speak over you. “No. No, I don’t have a fake name and I’m not married!” You had given him an obvious ‘What-the-hell-are-you-talking-about’ look as you glanced back at Layla, gesturing to her with your hand, her tilting her head with a smile on her face. 

“Look, I don’t understand what’s happening, but I swear, I’m not Marc and my name really is Steven and I’m sure you’re a lovely woman, but I did not marry you, hell I didn’t even know you existed until I found this bloody key and phone up in my ceiling yesterday!” Steven’s chest was heaving up and down as he had reached the end of his slight rant, you quickly side-eyed Layla to see her reaction to what he had said, quickly noticing how she had shaken her head, clearly not believing him. 

There was a brief silence, but as you had tried to change the subject back to the ‘cult-man’ he warned you about, Steven had quickly delved into smaller details he could remember about the ‘cult-man’ and explained his encounters with him in his ‘dreams’ and how he showed up at work. It all sounded crazy to you; I mean a man from his dreams coming after him? But even though you were skeptical, you stayed. You knew what it was like to feel alone during hard and confusing times, and you didn’t want your friend to face it alone, and yes, he technically wouldn’t be alone, but he said he just met her, so you had been quick to offer him your company, asking if he would like for you to stay a little bit longer. 

“You... You’d do that for me? I’m just your neighbor, a bit of a friend too but... a bad one at that, always stumbling about, missing our friend dates. Can be a bit annoying, right?” At his questions you let out a small laugh and shook your head. “No, not annoying. And yes, I’d do it for you, my very friendly neighbor because I know if it was me in your shoes you’d do the same thing,” Steven had watched as you ran a hand through your hair, glancing around his comfort space, “And honestly... I could use some company too and who’s better than you and a very pretty girl I met today!” At that, he nodded his head and offered a quick, but soft thank you while Layla let out a small laugh at your words. 

The calm, serene mood of the room had quickly drifted as Layla had walked over to the duffle bag, you watching as Steven made his way after her, quickly talking about how he found it, how it would prove he wasn’t this ‘Marc’ person, digging his hands into the duffle bag to pull something out before completely freezing, his eyes glancing and staring off into space. It seems you weren’t the only one who noticed this as Layla had quickly questioned him. 

“Show me what?” At her question, Steven looked down at the bag and started shifting around with his hands. “Nothing.” It was a soft whisper. 

Layla didn’t like that answer as she had forcefully grabbed the bag from Steven’s hand, shoving him away. You were quick to grab Steven as she was digging through the bag, “Jesus, are you alright? Layla! What the hell was that?” Even though you had asked, Layla was more focused on the golden scarab that she pulled out of Steven’s bag. “Is that real gold?” 

“The scarab pointing to Ammit’s ushabti? What we fought side by side for.” Steven was quick to shake his head as he gave a soft “No...” As Layla continued, you watched on in shock and disbelief. Steven had clearly seen the betrayal present on Layla’s face as he told her to take it, that he had no desire for it. 

Before you could ask what it was, you heard a pounding knock on his door, Steven glancing between the two of you as he harshly whispered, “They’ve come for me!” You had widened your eyes as Layla and Steven were frantically whispering between each other before you saw Layla head to the window, “Uh.. where ya goin’?” 

“We need to hide, there's a ledge out here, c’mon.” As she had stepped onto the ledge you peeked out there, wildly shaking your head at the tight squeeze. “Uh uh. No way, I’m hiding in his bathroom!” Forcing her grip off of your arm, you quickly bolted away from the window. 

You had quickly maneuvered your way to the white door, passing the ring of sand and glancing back at Steven as you had shut the door, leaving a small crack to listen to what the people at the door would say.

 “Steven Grant?” 

“Yeah, that’s me.. Oh no um now isn’t really a good time for.. Okay.” You had heard movement coming from the main room, trying to listen to where the footsteps were heading. As you continued listening, the footsteps had gotten closer to the door as you heard a woman's voice ask, “Anyone here with you?” Steven had been quick to deny having any company over. 

As you realized she would open the door you quickly pulled walked near the sink, acting as if you had used the loo and were simply washing your hands. As you had turned the water on, the door slammed open and you glanced towards the door, meeting the dark eyes of the female ‘officer’. 

“Ever heard of knocking? I could have been naked, Jesus.” At your discovery, the woman grabbed your arm and led you out near Steven, seeing him talking to a ginger. “Thought you said you had no company?” 

“Well technically I’m not really ‘company’. I live across from him and my water was out, and I needed to use the loo. Is being neighborly a new crime or are you just hasslin’ him to do it?” Steven was staring at you wide-eyed as he heard you speak to the officer like that, but you didn’t see anything wrong with it. “And by the way, where’s your warrant? You can’t be in here searching and taking shit without one and any real officers would know of that, right?” You felt the woman's grip on your arm tighten, meeting your eyes as a small glare popped up on her face. You had seen right through them. 

But it didn’t matter as the man had pulled out a passport from the bag he had tried hiding from Layla and yourself earlier, “Fake passport for a…Marc Spector?” At the name you quickly moved your gaze onto Steven, gazes instantly meeting as you looked at him shocked. ‘Had he lied? Was Layla telling the truth?’

“So, a liar and a thief, it seems like you're gonna have to come down to the station with us, answer a few questions, yeah?” You let out a loud scoff, ripping your arm out of her grip as you quickly asked, “What’d he steal? And that passport proves nothing, maybe he has a twin brother who’s staying with him. You have no real cause for taking him in, do you?” 

The woman had taken a step closer to you, letting out a deep whisper, “You are really starting to complicate things.” A small smirk had graced your lips as you took a step closer to her and whispered back, “Who doesn’t love a complicated story officer?” Steven had simply stared in awe at how well you were handing this, ‘how the bloody hell is she not freaking out?!’ 

“Load them both up in the car, I have a feeling he’s gonna wanna talk to her.”

As you had been loaded into the car, muttering back to Steven that he desperately owed you for this, but you knew it had been on you. You had insisted on staying, you had run your mouth and you had decided to push the ‘officers’ buttons. It was all on you. 

“Were the cuffs really necessary? Pretty sure we’re not even going to the bloody police department.” At your comment Steven looked up wide-eyed. “What do you mean? They’re cops.. Of course we’re going to the police department.” You looked over to him at that. 

“Steven. They are not real cops.” It seemed that the two upfront were choosing to ignore the quiet chatter from the two of you as they had interrupted your small explanation on how there was maybe a two percent chance of them being real cops. 

“Wow. Lookie, lookie. Guess what we’ve got here, Billy. We’ve got ourselves a full-blown, international fugitive.” At the word fugitive, you glanced between the pair and back to Steven. They had to be lying. This was Steven, the sweet, shy Steven Grant who could barely look at someone threatening, let alone be some form of killer. 

“It’s not.. It’s a mistake. It’s not me.” Desperation was clearly leaking from his voice as he tried to convince the two that he was being framed or something was happening, that he didn't understand what was going on. 

“Marc Spector was part of a team of mercenaries that hit a dig site in Egypt. Here’s what they did to the archeologists.” The women had taken a glance back at Steven, a look of disbelief and disgust on her face. “Zip-tied and shot in the back of the head, execution style.” At the new information Steven had seemed to be deep in thought as you had tried to convince yourself that it couldn’t be real, that he wasn’t Marc Spector, the mercenary who could so easily take the life of innocent by-standers. 

“That’s dark, man.” ‘Billy’ had directed it towards Steven before his eyes fell on you. “And you can sit there and feel comfortable enough to use his loo, mental.” As he had directed the comment towards you, you rolled your eyes as you quickly retorted, “Yeah says the one who’s pretending to be some cop in order to kidnap two people. You don’t get to pick and choose what type of evil is acceptable, asshole.” As you had noticed they drove past the turn towards the station, you raised your eyebrows and asked them, “Now where the hell are you taking us?” 

The silence after showed they were refusing to answer you, but you soon found out as they pulled into a dodgy alleyway, small streetlights being the only source of light. 

“I thought we were going to the police station?” Steven had finally realized you were right.  At the question you let out a groan as you looked at him. “I literally told you they were fake cops, man.” 

“Now, why would you think that?” As he had adjusted the mirror you had seen the tattoos that Steven had mentioned on the cult-man. Your eyes widened as you nudged Steven with your arm, tipping your head in the direction of the tattoo. “That doesn’t happen to be the cult-man tattoo, would it?” At Steven’s widened, fear-stricken eyes, you took that as your answer as you nodded your head and looked down. “Yeah... that’s great.” 

The two cult members left the car, leaving you and Steven in a tense silence. Before you had a chance to ask what to do, you heard a ball come in contact with the window, both Steven and you slightly jumping at the sound. “Hello. Hello! Excuse me, could you help us?” He had been knocking his head on the window to gain the girls attention, “Help, please. we’ve been kidnapped...” As he had trailed off you looked over his shoulder to see the scales tattoo staring you in the face. 

“No... God what is up with the freaky tattoos! She’s like 16 at best, why the hell does she have a tattoo?” You were trying to maneuver yourself against the door in hopes of opening it up as you had muttered to yourself. 

“That’s what you're worried about? Newsflash, we’ve been kidnapped!” As Steven had raised his voice at you, you stared at him with your eyebrows raised. “Yeah? And newsflash, I’m the one who’s trying to get us out of here as you sit there staring after the fake cops!” Before Steven had a chance to respond, he had gasped and seemed to have folded into himself before whipping his head up again, your sarcasm tone quickly being replaced with worry. 

“Steven? You alright?” Steven had either ignored you, or been too focused on the window behind you, seeming to be entranced by it. You whipped your head around to see what he was looking at, fearing the cult-man would pop up. “No. No, I saw what you did to those people.” At that you had looked back at him with a raised brow. “I beg your pardon?” 

“I am never giving you control again.” His eyes had transferred to the mirror in front of the two of you, you glance up at it, confusion showing on your face. “Ever. Do you hear me?” And just as you were about to say his name again, you heard a radio click and a creepy voice raise out in the car. Cult-man. 

“I hear you loud and clear, Steven Grant of the gift shop.” The door had swung open on Steven’s side, him falling out of it. “Wha- Steven!” 

The door was slammed shut before you could make your way out of it, slamming your foot on it in anger. What the hell do you do now? Were they going to be doing blood rituals? Animal and human sacrifices? The thought of an animal being used like that made you queasy. God, you hated cults. You looked out to see a man walking with a cane, long greasy hair pushed back, walking towards Steven. “Cult-man!” At the sound of your yell, the man and female ‘officer’ glanced over at you. You saw the man whisper something to the girl as she nodded her head and walked over to the car, not fully getting in but seeming to stand guard against your door. 

`Great, you try to do something nice for a neighbor and get kidnapped by a cult, mom’s not gonna believe that shit.’ 

You watched as Steven and the seemingly ‘cult leader’ walked away from the car, Steven frequently glancing back towards the car, meeting your gaze. As they had managed to disappear from your eyesight you were left with your thoughts. ‘Was Layla still on the ledge of the building? Was she on her way to you guys? Were you going to die?’ As you continued thinking of the possibilities of where this was heading, you were disappointed in yourself. Who the hell just sits there and lets it happen? Get out of this car and get your ass out of here! Put up a fight at least, but don’t sit here waiting for some stupid cult to murder you!

You had started banging your hand on the glass, “Hey! Lady, look I need to wee really bad! Please, I don’t even know where the hell I am to run! And you guys clearly out number me.” The officer had merely glanced at you through the window, shaking her head. At the sight of her turning her head away from you, you gasped. “Hey c’mon now! I really gotta go! And my bladder is weak! I swear I’ll piss in this car and leave it for you and detective ginger to clean it up.” At that, she quickly turned to your door and opened it up, getting close to your face as she threatened, “You try anything, and I won’t hesitate to knock you on your ass.” You simply smiled at her as you got out of the car, “As long as my bladders been emptied, do what you want.” 

Grabbing your arm and keeping the cuffs on, she had started to lead you to some form of mess hall. There were people everywhere, some laughing and cooking, some simply working, children playing. Before you had made it inside, you felt the wind pick up, tarps flying and bushes rustling, quickly rushing inside to be greeted with an unexpected sight. There were large pillars, with gleaming lights on them, tables filled with plates of food, sections of people watching a movie, they all seemed at peace, you were in awe of it all. ‘This is a cult?’

“I’m taking the cuffs off, but any wrong move, I knock you over the head with a pot and you’re out.” At her words you let out a small sarcastic laugh, “How charming...” 

You glanced around the room, catching Steven’s eye, he was sitting down at one of the tables, eating soup. You were here, making a plan for escape and the bloke is sitting down eating soup? With the cult-man? “Sorry, I know this isn’t how you’re supposed to start friendships, but I lied back there and now that I’m out how bout we head over to my friend Steven, yeah?” 

The woman sighed as she pulled you over to the table, unlocking the cuffs as you stood staring at Steven. “So...  I get to sit outside wondering what the autopsy report will say and you get to be in here eating soup?” At your voice both the creepy cult-man and Steven turn their heads toward you. 

“Oh, you must be Steven’s friend. I was just about to get someone to bring you to us.” As he was talking, he stood up, quickly grabbing a wooden tray and asking the women to grab you some of the lentil soup. “We were just talking about Steven and Marc being the avatar of Khonshu.” 

“The avatar... Like the anime? And who the hell is Khonshu?” The cane wielding man had let out a small laugh, “I see you and Steven are more alike than we all originally thought.” You let out a weak laugh, glancing at Steven. “Well, as much as I am dying to try the…lentil soup, I think we better be going now, yeah, Steven? Got your fill?” As you had grabbed Steven to try and leave, the leader of said cult started speaking. 

“That scarab functions as a kind of compass, leading us to Ammit’s tomb.” As the man had continued, both Steven and you noticed how all of his followers had seemed to be growing closer to you, circling you. “She’s out there, waiting, longing to be freed. While the cruel masses deserve to face her judgment… And in the wake of their screams, evil eradicated.” He was speaking so breathlessly, making your heartbeat harder against your chest as the group of people got closer to you. “So, the scarab.” 

“Oh, I don’t have it.” At the quick response, the leader had tightened his eyes in suspicion. “No?”

“Honestly, we don’t have it.” It wasn’t what the man had wanted to hear, but nonetheless, he pressed the location of the scarab even further. 

“Well, maybe you know someone who does? Maybe Marc?” You let out a sigh as you watched Steven glance over to the metal bowl of bread. “Look, we don’t have it, and we don’t know who has it. Can we please leave and just forget about all of this?” You were praying that he wouldn’t be able to tell you had lied, he can’t know about Layla. 

It seemed as if the man had ignored you as he solely turned his attention onto Steven. “May I speak with Marc?” As Steven had stuttered, not giving a proper answer as the leader continued, “Marc, what has Khonshu promised you? That this is your last mission? Then you’ll be free? Trust me when I tell you Khonshu is a liar. There’s always one last thing.” It grew tense after his words, nobody moving or saying anything, 

“Sorry. If Ammit judges people pre-evil, like, before the fact, then isn’t she judging an innocent person? I mean, a thought can’t be evil, can it?” As Steven continued to talk about the thought of killing his boss, which is understandable, you noticed movement from one of the balconies. ‘What the hell’s going on up there?’ 

“Sorry, is that... Is that what... you're all into that, like, killing children and that? Maybe it’s just me, but that’s… I kind of draw a line there at child murder.” 

“Yeah... child murder is definitely a red flag for me, ya know... too evil...” You had trailed off as the older man gestured to his cane. “Do you know what this is?” You let a small smile fall on your face as Steven answered, “Yep. It’s a cane, yeah.”  The man had gotten out of his seat, grabbing the cane as he went. “This is... Ammit’s gift to her first avatar. It contains in it... A tiny sliver of her power.” Steven had taken notice to the group of people slowly backing away, quickly pulling you up to follow suit. “I don’t wanna use it.” 

“Yeah, well then don’t... No need for it really.” You had gotten scared, your usual confident and snarky comments turning more shaky, hesitant. “I can’t.. We can’t help you.” The threatening man had been in denial as he quickly retorted back, “Yes, you can. I need to know, where is the scarab?” As we stood in the middle of the group, Steven staring straight at the man, You couldn’t help but continue glancing around at the congregation of people, slowly becoming more high alert. 

After asking the question a few more times, staring directly at Steven, you heard Layla's voice as she announced, “I have it.” You quickly darted your head in her direction, seeing her standing there, holding the golden scarab in the air, slowly emerging from the people. 

“You couldn’t possibly understand the value of what you’re holding. Let me have that, I’ll keep it safe.” You quickly shook your head at Layla, praying she wouldn’t hand over the scarab. “Summon the suit.” It was directed towards Steven, him growing confused as he asked her, “Sorry, what?” “Summon the suit.” It was more urgent this time, Layla grabbing Steven’s jacket as she tried to get him to understand. As they continued to discuss what she meant, you noticed that the group of people were slowly closing in. “Uh guys.. Not to break up whatever marital problems you're having, but they look pretty mad.” 

At the sight of someone getting too close to you, you quickly threw a punch towards their face, landing it against their nose. “Okay, suit or no suit we are running that way!” You had pushed Layla as she had grabbed ahold of Steven’s sleeve, all three of you rushing towards the staircase leading to a balcony. Layla had been grabbed, the man slightly pulling her towards him, at the sight of it you quickly kicked the man in the balls, threw a loud, “Next time ask for permission!”, before continuing your way towards the staircase. 

At the top you had noticed Layla was beating some dude’s ass while Steven stared at her, shock clearly on his face while you had let out a happy giggle and screamed in joy. “Yes Layla! That’s what I’m talking about darling!” Steven glanced back at you in disbelief, “Are you seriously cheering her on?” At his look you shrugged your shoulders and pointed at the group of people making their way up the stairs. “We need to go now.” But as you had glanced back at the group of people, you saw the cult leader on his knees, the cane on the ground which was emitting a purple glow, chanting as the floor started sinking. “What the f-” You had been pulled into the room before you could stare any longer. 

“Am I crazy or was the ground literally glowing and sinking into itself?!” As you had started looking around the room you heard Layla mention some suit again, telling Steven to summon it. Steven was clearly panicking as he shook his head, claiming he’d die in the magician’s man cave. As you watched the scene take place, the door rattling and Steven growing more panicked, you started breathing heavier. Layla wasn’t helping the situation as he had dropped to his knees, clutching his head, so you had tried to get closer to Steven. 

“Steven, breathe. I know you don’t understand what’s happening, hell I don’t either but we have to get out of here and if Layla says you can do this, you can do this. Just breathe.” 

“No.. No I can’t. I’m sorry.” You nodded your head as you quickly stepped back, trying to find another way out. Before you could say anything else, the door slammed open, but you were met with nothing but fog. “What the hell.. Where’d the people go?” 

Steven seemed to have seen it though as he had quickly pointed out and screamed, “Jackal! Jackal! Jackal!” You and Layla made eye contact, both wondering what jackal he was talking about. As you continued watching Steven back up, you were shocked as you saw him fall out of the window. “Steven! Oh my god what the hell?!” You had scrambled after him, glancing out of the broken window. You watched as he fell, screaming out “Suit! Suit!” Before landing, now wearing a bright white, tailored suit with a mask over his face. “Layla.. He did it! He got the suit you were talking about!”

“C’mon we gotta get down there.” You had followed her, holding your breath as you had to climb down the fire escape. God you wanted to go home. 

Just as you and Layla had made it to the ground, you let out a deep breath. “Never doing that again. Now where’s Steven?” Layla looked over at you for a short moment, “You fought pretty well back there. Where’d you learn it?” At her question you glanced back at her. You shook your head with a shrug of your shoulders but before you could fully answer her, Steven came barreling through the wooden fence, both of you gasping at him. 

“You look.. different.” You let out an awkward cough as they seemed to stare at each other, quickly being interrupted as Steven’s body started being moved by the invisible jackal. You slapped your hand on your mouth as you realized he wasn’t lying about it. “Oh my god the jackals real!” 

As you had started getting closer with Layla, Steven quickly yelled out “Stay away from me!” In her confused state Layla asked “Away from what?” Before she was pushed back while the jackal slammed Steven into the hood of a car. You saw a metal rod on the edge of the road and quickly grabbed it, calling out “Batters up!” before swinging the metal rod over the invisible object's body. It clearly worked as Steven slumped against the car, but you now realized it was focused on you. “Shit.. No it’s fine, I’ve got this, just keep swinging everywhere.” You were frantically waving the metal rod around you, feeling it hit the jackal a few times. 

Steven had gotten up from his spot on the floor as he quickly called out, “To your left!” You made a hard swing with the rod, feeling it hit directly on. Before you could hit it again, you felt something tighten around your throat, lifting you in the air. 

“Get away from her! Yeah I see you, you plug-ugly coyote.” At the noise of his voice, the jackal dropped you hard onto the concrete as you gasped to get the air back into your lungs, watching as Steven stripped himself of the suit jacket. “You’re in the wrong ends, mate. You’re in my yard now.” As you continued to watch him egg it on, you made your way back to Layla, “Are you alright?” 

“Me? You just got choked by that thing!” Before you responded, you got sidetracked by the way the car in front of you had dented on the hood, clearly where the jackal was standing as Steven continued to taunt it.

“Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, my name’s Steven with a V.” As he finished the jingle for himself, you watched as he pulled his arm back before launching it, making contact with the Jackal as it landed on the car again. You let out a loud cheer, raising your arms up in celebration, quickly adding onto his excited cheer of “Wagwan!” 

““Yeah, that’s right, kick the invisible monster’s ass Steven!” You were laughing as you grabbed onto Layla’s arm, slightly jumping up and down. 

“I did it! You got planted! Guys, Guys! Did you see that?” Just as you were about to answer, you watched as he quickly got kicked away, rolling in front of a car, horns beeping at him. You watched as he continued to flail his arms around, fighting with the jackal before he got hit with a car, sending him a few feet forward. “Steven!” 

You ran towards him, moving towards the car, putting your hand out as you leaned down to him. “Jesus what the hell was that man? You had it going so well too...” You heard him let out a groan, “Not helping love.” A grimace fell on your face as he slowly started getting up, leaning his body against the bus as you tried to keep him stable. You watched as he seemed to have a conversation with his reflection, glancing back to the street filled with people and stopped cars, before his eyes fell on you. Steven stared into your eyes as he nodded his head and grabbed your hand, giving it a firm squeeze in appreciation. “You alright?” Steven let out a dejected sigh, giving a nod to the bus reflection as he said, “All right. Do it. Take control. For now.” 

You watched as his body jolted up right, the white suit slowly being replaced as wisps of graying cloth started covering himself, a small golden crescent in the middle of his chest, his eyes glowing white until he had a mask and hood covering him. “Steven...” You watched as his demeanor changed, growing tense as he looked at you before shouldering past you, walking in the opposite direction. 

That wasn’t Steven, you knew it wasn’t. Your mind was reeling as you watched him get further away, closer towards the supposed jackal. You didn’t understand how it happened, but for one thing you did know, you had just witnessed Marc Spector for the first time. 

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Mr. Knight and Visually Comics Resemblances 💥 — Moon Knight (2022) | dir. Mohamed Diab

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I Always Notice | Steven Grant

summary: steven is confused and hurt why you’ve gotten sharp with him, which finally pushes him to let you know he’d always notice when it came to you. 

pairing: steven grant x reader, marc is here BUT reader is unaware that it was him and he is an asshole! 

tags: a little bit of angst, reader being mad at ‘steven’, steven then being confused why they’re mad at him, fluffy at the end and a bit of a make out at work action! 

word count: 4.5k

notes: this is part two to “Please Notice”, which you can find here! thank you all for the support on the last few fics I’ve posted! But as always, please let me know if my writing is ever harmful in any way, it is never my intention to do so. now, please enjoy and leave any comments you have! 

As much as you had wished the earth would open up and swallow you whole, you knew there was no chance of it happening. You knew Steven didn’t want you here by his posture and by how tight he had his jaw clenched as you continued to get closer to him. And you know you should leave, leave and give him his time and space but you know you can’t.

You wanted answers, not only about his feelings now, no, now you needed answers on why the hell he showed up covered in blood after dodging all 14 of your calls. But, by the way he had quickly walked past you and your stretched hands reaching towards him, the hope for answers had seemed to dwindle as he grew further away. The sight of his back retreating from you without a single word being passed to you made your eyebrows pinch in frustration.

“Steven?” It came out as a softer whisper than you had wanted. You wanted him to know that you were growing frustrated, but your worry had overpowered that. And before you could begin rapid questioning him, Steven whipped around, meeting your eyes with his colder, harsh ones. You’d never seen Steven look at you, or anyone, like that before. You reeled back in shock as he spit out words.

“Just forget about all of this. It’s none of your business.”

Even though the voice did not match the sweet Steven you knew, you couldn’t help but get mad. “Hey! Steven what the hell? One, what’s with the accent? Two, you leave for 2 bloody days and then show up covered in blood and expect me to just shrug it off? Yeah, no.” You had let out a sarcastic laugh at the end of your words.

“Why are you even here? It’s not like we’re dating. We work together and you think this is okay? You just showed up here?” At his harsh words and the glare he was giving you, you shut your mouth and felt yourself retreating back into yourself. He had a point, you knew that. You guys weren’t dating, you had no reason to even be worried or for trying to find him but hearing him say that made all your previous thoughts of something ever happening between the two of you vanish, leaving you with a fractured heart and an anger burning in your chest.

“Oh? Yeah, okay we work together and maybe I was worried about you since half the time you come stumbling in like you don’t even know your own name! And who do you look for when you’re all twisted up and confused, huh? Steven? Who, who do you go to? Not Donna, or J.B and there's absolutely no way you can go to Dylan now.” It was a bit of a low blow, but he clearly wasn’t distraught about missing the date in order to do God-knows what.

At the mention of Dylan, Steven straightens his back up, giving you a glance over before rolling his eyes and throwing a quick, “I don’t have time for this.” Seeing the way he quickly brushed off your comment like it had no effect on him when what he said had sent a reeling pain through your chest hurt even more. ‘Had you really imagined it all?’

And before you could call him to turn himself back to you, to make time for this, he quickly rushed into his apartment, slamming the door in your face. Before you could even think of rushing in after him, you heard the sound of the locks turning and the chain being slid over, leaving you staring at the bold-golden numbers with the build up of tears sitting in your water-line, waiting to finally fall onto your cheeks. Just as the first tear fell you quickly shook your head, wiping the tear from your face and made your way back to the dodgy elevator.

You couldn’t believe how quick your hopes had been stomped by the same guy who you had bought in pastries and a coffee that helped you get through the long day full of middle school tours and the bitchy boss that was Donna. At the thought of work you also couldn’t believe that you had let this be the reason for Dylan covering for you.

But you knew that the rest of the day wouldn’t have gone well if you had gone back to work, the constant thinking of Steven’s harsh glare and venomous words sitting heaving in your heart and mind. Which is why you went home, grabbing a new pint of ice cream since you had finished the original one the past weekend, and began to rewatch those same romcoms, wrapped in a blanket and all the lights turned off.

You didn’t even want to think about how tomorrow would go, seeing Steven walking in knowing it wouldn’t be the same as it was.

You hated how much sleep you lost over yesterday and Steven’s words. You hated it especially right now as you were leaning your head against the countertop, resting your eyes before your first tour came in. You were tired and you were going to use these fleeting 12 minutes to your advantage and try to prepare yourself for the 20 plus middle school students to come in, eagerly pointing and asking questions like most do, the thought making you face scrunch up in annoyance. You were already getting a headache from the thought of the loud children surrounding you and asking who one of the Statue of Pharaohs were and why they would have people shut them inside ‘those stupid cages.’ 

And just as you were raising your head and glancing near the door, expecting to see a teacher leading the kids to you, but instead you saw Steven making his way in, looking more sleep deprived than you. ‘Good, let him lose sleep over it.’ Was all you could think of as a small scowl passed onto your face as you watched him hurry past, throwing a small wave and smiling your way. ‘What the hell?’ Did you see that right?

Before you could linger on the thought of it any longer, you heard the door open and the museum suddenly became engrossed in loud chatter from all the children, causing you to shut your eyes with a deep sigh coming out of you. With a deep breath in, you quickly turned around and let a fake smile onto your face, “Hi, welcome to the Museum of all things Egyptian! I’ll be your tour guide today and please feel free to ask any questions you may have!”

As you began the tour, you knew you would have to take the children to the gift shop, the one place you didn’t want to go today. You had no desire to talk to Steven today, or any other day for that matter. Partially because you were still angry with him but also because you were embarrassed at how right he was. You had no right to show up unannounced, you weren’t dating and he held no feelings for you. You were worried for him, yes, but you shouldn’t have shown up to his house like that after multiple responses, it was invasive and you knew the relationship from here on out would be awkward if there was one.

You obviously had gone with good intentions, check in on him and find out how he felt, but he didn’t see it like that, clearly. To you, Steven had probably seen it as overstepping and weird. What co-worker, friends nonetheless, shows up at your door randomly simply because they hadn’t seen or heard from them in two days?

Just as you were walking past the glass case that held one of the statues of an old sarcophagus, one of the kids in the front had pointed at the doors of the gift shop screaming out, “Oh tour-guide lady! Can we go in there? Pretty please!” At the mention of the gift-shop, all the kids joined in on the begging, and the sound of 20+ children screaming at you to take them to the gift shop had started stressing you out so you quickly announced, “Of course! Let’s make our way now!” As they had all started following after you, seeming to grow more excited, nearly jumping up and down, you grew more anxious. Every step you took towards the door, the image of Steven got clearer, slouched shoulder, tan jacket hugging his figure nice, and a small scowl downturned, seeming to mutter to himself. ‘Probably about how gummies have nothing to do with Egypt.’

As you had reached the door, you pulled it towards you and allowed the children to gather inside. Before they could all spread out you quickly shouted, “Be careful with the glass items!” At the sound of your voice, Steven was quick to glance up at you, smiling at the back of your head waiting for you to turn to him and make your way to him as you always did when you had tours.

As you turned around, eyes skimming over Steven and seeing his beaming smile directed towards you, you were shocked, but it also made you tighten your jaw and quickly turn on your heel and walk towards a group of kids who were about to drop one of the mugs in the back. “Oh sweethearts, why don’t we look at a few of the stuffed plushies instead?” At the mention of the plushies, a girl quickly handed the mug over and let you place it down before you walked the group towards the Taweret merchandise.

But as you were doing this, you hadn’t noticed the way Steven’s smile dropped as he looked after you. First, he had apparently lost all his chances with Dylan and now you were clenching your jaw and turning away from him? Steven had felt his heart start beating harder against his chest at the thought of hurting or doing something wrong to you in the two days he had lost. Had he? Has he hurt you? Or maybe said something to you? At the thought of doing something that would cause this reaction, he felt his stomach turn in knots and his face grew hot. He had almost started to go over in your general direction, asking to speak to you privately when he noticed a few of the kids were at the counter, asking for some sweets. Steven had let a smile on his face, glancing back at you before focusing on the children.

“Oh yeah sure, what kind would you like?” The child began pointing at a few of the ones behind him and on the counter in trays in front of him, his eyes going back and forth between the candies and you. Were you okay? Were you just overwhelmed by all the kids like before? Did you need him? Steven tried to stay focused on the child asking for different types of gummies and a few lollies, but he couldn’t help but worry about you. Just as he had finished grabbing the last of the jelly candies from behind him, he turned around and saw you had come up to the counter to check on the kids that were standing there, asking if everyone had gotten something. At the sight of you, he had accidentally dropped the gummies on the counter harder than he had expected, keeping his eyes locked on you as you stared back at him. Although his attention quickly fell back to the child as he heard the boy snicker. “Sor- Sorry, Uh is that all for you?”

At the boy's nod, he bagan ringing the candies up as he kept glancing back at you as you had started walking away, trailing behind one of the girls who was pulling you towards the paperweights on the shelf.

After he had managed to ring all the kids up and take their payments, he was standing in front of you trying to find the words to say. Seeing you sigh and begin to walk away Steven quickly grabbed your hand and turned you back to him, “Are you okay? You seemed to be a bit upset in there and was wondering if the kids were gettin’ to be too much again, not that you’d need my help..” He had trailed off as he watched your eyes narrow, brows furrowed in confusion. “What I’m trying to say is; I’m worried about you.”

You let out a small scoff, shaking your head softly at him. “Oh now you’re worried about me? You have time for me now?” You had let your anger get the best of you as you had snapped at him, watching as his eyes grew wide in confusion and hurt. You hated that you felt your heart tug in guilt at the thought of hurting him the same way he had done to you, but you hadn’t regretted what you said. He didn’t get to pick and choose when to talk to you and when someone could worry about someone, it wasn’t fair that he was acting as if last night hadn’t happened when it was all you could think about.

“What? I don’t know what you mean, I always have time for you.. Did I do something wrong here?” Steven was very clearly confused on what you were talking about, seeming to not even understand what you were referencing. “Not last night you didn’t. Came to check up on you and you seemed to have no ‘time for this’. Ringing any bells?” As you watched as his eyes grew even more sunken, more confused and dazed, your anger seemed to dissipate and confusion of your own was growing.

“What... What are you talking about darling, You never came over to my flat, trust me I woulda’ remembered that. I’ve lost these two days and I don’t know why or, or what's happening.” His accent was thick, but voice was still soft as he was trying to rack his brain for any memory of you coming over, but there was none. How had he completely missed you when you had come over? And why would he treat you like that, when he knew all he wanted when he realized he missed the date was to be with you? It didn’t make sense to him and it was present in his facial expression.

“You really don’t remember do you?” Your voice had gone back to its usual soft spoken tone it was with him, something that seemed to cause the anxiety that was steadily rising slowly making its way back down. You weren’t as mad at him now, he could tell by the way your voice changed and your body slowly got closer to him, your eyes full of worry. “Steven, do you remember anything that you had done those two days?”

“No, I remember going to sleep and waking up and it was already nearing 7 and I had to meet Dylan and then I got there and it turns out it’s Sunday! I missed the date but I don’t really care,” He had started to get more confused as he thought it all out, glancing between your eyes and the ground below him, “because I’m confused and worried about what I said and did to you. So what did I do? Did I hurt you, oh god what’s wrong with me?” At the thought of him hurting you, Steven had started pacing a little as he muttered to himself in frustration.

“No, no you didn’t exactly hurt me. You just said some rude things but it’s fine.” At the sight of Steven’s glossy brown eyes looking into yours, full of regret you had quickly reassured him, “Look, I have to guide the tour out but then I’ll come back here and we can talk it all out, okay? Nothing’s wrong and we can figure it all out, just give me 3 minutes tops.” After seeing Steven nod his head, his hands slowly playing with the hem of his jacket, you quickly went to release the children back to the teachers and wish them farewell, a smile plastered on your face as if nothing was wrong, like your mind wasn’t jumbled from the conversation with Steven.

But as you had made your way back to Steven, you noticed he had moved behind the counter, against the inventory door, anxiously glanding around the room while also absentmindedly playing with his hands and as he was looking around, he seemed to have caught your eyes. At the connection, he stilled and kept his eyes focused solely on your figure making your way to him, his breathing slowing and his hands dropping to his sides as he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you looked. Your hand had been tousled with how many times you ran your fingers through it, and your shirt had a coffee stain near the bottom of it, mascara smudged under your eyes but all he could see was you. The real you.

The person who would drop everything going on in their own life in order to comfort their friend, the person who could smile at you and make your heart start beating faster, the person who cared for and loved so deeply that when someone hurt you, you told them it was okay in fear of losing them completely, the person who he loved so deeply he couldn’t fathom the idea of hurting you, losing you forever. And as you had made your way up to him, he couldn’t help but latch his hands on your own, dragging you into the inventory room, quickly shutting the door behind him.

“I’m sorry for whatever it is that I said o- or did, I don’t care but please believe me when I say I’d never want to hurt you, my dove please.” Steven was breathless as he had managed to get it out, fearing that if he hadn’t, you’d walk away from him. Steven knew he sounded desperate, pleading for you to understand, for you to stay with him but he didn’t care. God, he would get on his knees in this stupid gift shop in order to keep you with him, even if it was as a close friend and not as someone he could hold and love as he so desperately wanted to.

“Steven, I’m not mad at you, I swear. Confused? Beyond belief, but I’m not mad, not anymore anyways.” You had begun rubbing small shapes onto the hands that were holding your own so tightly within his own, hoping to bring him some peace-of-mind. “Last night... You did say something that hurt but you also weren’t wrong, and I see that you do feel guilty about it so it’s fine. We’re fine.” You emphasized, wanting him to truly understand that it was okay.

“Well, what was it? What did I say to you?” At that question, you froze, the movement on Steven’s hand freezing and your eyes staring into his own, your heart started beating faster as you felt your stomach get twisted in knots.

“Um.. you just said that I had no reason for checking on you, that we weren’t dating and that I had no right to show up to your apartment and you were right. I overstepped and I’m sorry.” You had said it so fast, not giving him a chance to stop you; knowing that if he had then you wouldn’t be able to finish it. You hadn’t expected for him to quickly begin moving his own hands, up your lower arms, past your upper arms and grab your face with his hands, forcing you to keep your eyes connected with his own. The eye contact was sending flutters in your stomach and tugs to your heart, you could feel heat was beginning to move up your neck to your cheeks, your throat closing in anticipation.

“You don’t need a reason to come to me, darling. If you need me or want to check up on me you come. You can come by whenever you want. I don’t care if we aren’t dating.” Steven was firm, but still so soft with each passing sentence, trying to make sure you understood that you were welcomed anytime. Your eyes had watered at the words, he was showing this side of him you hadn’t seen before, a side you never thought you’d get to see after last night.

“Last night, the reason I was there... I wanted to ask if you had noticed me.” Your chest had been going up and down, nervous for what he would say. But at the statement, Steven furrowed his brow. Had he noticed you? God, when had he not been looking?

“Notice you? Love..” As Steven had trailed off, thinking about all the things he had noticed, you were thinking he was trying to break it to you gently. You figured he was trying to tell you that he had never seen you, that there was no possible way for him to notice the small things Donna had mentioned previously.

“It was a stupid question, I shouldn’t have even tried ask really. I mean, it’s weird right? We can just forget about it, yeah? Go back to how it was-” You were cut off as Steven had pulled your face closer to his, his hands still being planted on your face, leaned his forehead against your own and brushed his nose down towards yours with his eyes closed. Steven was breathing harder than before, his thumbs caressing your cheeks as he lightly shook his head.

“It’s not stupid, I’ve noticed everything about you. From the way you let out sighs when you’re sad, how you clench your jaw when you’re mad and how your eyes sparkle when you get happy,” Steven had let out a small laugh, his breath fanning your face as you watched him in disbelief as he continued, “how you tend to talk more with your hands when you’re passionate about something, how you like your coffee and which pastries you don’t like.” You hadn’t realized that you had tears in your eyes, some of them slowly falling out as he finished answering you, finally opening his eyes, the hues of browns and dark greens staring into your own.  “Or how, how you always check on me, whether it be in person or a text, no matter what you make me feel like I matter. How could I not notice? I always notice.”  

“Steven..” It came out breathless, your nose nudging his own, lips ghosting over each other, but never connecting. “Why.. why did you never say anything?” As the question slipped past your lips, fanning onto his own, he let out a small laugh as he answered, “Cause’ I’m a right nob. I always watched, never thinking I would be enough for you.” Tears welled in both of your eyes now, Steven’s brown eyes never leaving your (E/C) ones as you shook your head at him, noses rubbing together at the movement.

“You are exactly what I’ve wanted. It’s always been you my love, always you.” It was a soft whisper, meant for him and him only. The words seemed to have settled into his ears as he had let a wide smile grace his lips as he quickly whispered, “Then you’ll have no problem with this.”

At that, Steven had finally dipped his head and connected his slightly dry chapped lips to your eager ones. It wasn’t slow and timely, it was quick and desperate, both of you trying to show how deeply you loved each other with one kiss. Steven’s hands had stayed firm on your face as yours had moved to grip his wrists in order to ground yourself, to realize that it was real.

Steven had slowly backed you up against the door, one of his hands slowly moving down to your waist, tightly having a hold on you. You let out small, breathy moans as he started to slowly trail his lips down your neck, nipping every now and then, his hand continued to caress the back of your head, giving it a resting place instead of against a hard door.

If there was one thing you knew now, it was that Steven was a good kisser, but he was also eager to please. The way he always had a hand pressed against your skin, with enough pressure to keep you aware of what was happening where his hands were, but also soft enough for you to get lost in the feeling, slowly leaning into it. Always wanting more, never having enough of him. And Steven was loving it. Steven would get on his knees right now, doing whatever it is you requested of him, as long as you kept looking at him like that with his hands on you.

As Steven had finally pulled away, he had noticed the way your breaths grew deeper, the way your chest was falling with small gasps escaping your lips. He always noticed. And the thought that he was the reason for that, for the breathlessness, the small moans that had escaped you and the small forming bruises on your neck and at the top of your collarbones made him ecstatic.

“Yeah, I definitely didn’t mind that.” It was another breathy chuckle, a large smile pointed up at him as he had smiled down at you. At the statement, Steven let out his own laugh, his hands still gripping your waist as he muttered down to you, “I didn’t move too fast, did I? You know the whole door thing and the neck...” He had a blush forming on his face as he had asked you, you shaking your head as you knew you had thoroughly enjoyed every second of it.

“Let me take you out, not to some stupid-bloody steak house. Anywhere you want, it’s yours... please.” Steven’s hands had made their way back to holding your face, his face leaning closer to yours as he had practically begged you, not knowing that if he had asked you to jump for him you’d simply ask “How high would you like love?”

“Yeah, I wondered what the hell you were doing going on a date to a steakhouse.” At the retort, Steven let out a laugh as he leaned down and pecked you on your lips giving a small, “I was wondering what the hell I was doing asking anyone but you.”

You giggled at that as you slightly pushed him away, checked the time on your watch and told him your next tour was coming up in the next few minutes. And as you slowly opened the door, pressing a light kiss onto Steven’s lips and walked away with a small blush on your cheeks, he noticed.

Steven noticed the way his heart had finally felt like it was whole again, noticed how you had glanced around before fixing your collar and tapping your heated cheeks.

When it came to you, he’d always notice

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