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ichorai · 2 years

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love dog ; steven grant.

track eight of DEAR SCIENCE.

pairing ; neighbor!steven grant x gn!reader

synopsis ; your neighbor was delusional. he cried a lot, spoke of nonsensical happenings, and always appeared somewhat lost. you found yourself to be rather fond of him.

words ; 2.6k

themes ; mild fluff, mild angst, neighbors au

warnings / includes ; difficulty sleeping, both reader and steven aren't aware that he has DID, steven is just struggling :( someone pls get him some help, mentions of pigeon skull (aka khonshu), alludes to mr. marc spector, set in episode one of mk !!

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There wasn’t ever a person in your life that bewildered you as much as your neighbor, Steven Grant, did. He was quite the strange character; always coming back home after work only to promptly leave again as soon as the moon rose high into the night’s horizon. He’d be gone until only an hour before the sun crept back up.

The only reason you knew of this was thanks to the lovely fact that the walls weren’t exactly soundproof—if you pressed your ear up against the pale cream of your bedroom’s plaster, you’d be able to hear the irregular shuffling of his feet, the quiet mutterings under his breath, or the audio book he always played to help him stay awake. Sometimes, you’d hear random screams of terror early in the morning before your own alarm had gone off, jolting you out of your peaceful slumber.

The thin walls made sleeping quite the difficult task for you.

You had a couple of working theories—maybe he had some sort of dirty secret he wanted to hide? Or maybe he just had difficulty sleeping in his own home? It could be that he worked two different jobs at once. That would certainly explain why he looked so inexplicably tired whenever you saw him.

Sometimes he’d track sand out of his door in his rush to go to work and you were left dumbfounded, wondering how on Earth a person could dirty up the hall from the inside out and not vice-versa.

Other times, you’d bump into him while on your way to take out the trash. His dark locks of hair were mussed to no return, bags beneath his eyes a prominently darker shade than the rest of his tanned complexion. Before he realized that you were just behind him, you caught sight of his perplexed visage, as if he was just stricken awake in a less than fashionable manner. Once he did see you, though, he would greet you with a tired smile and a quiet query on how your day was going before gingerly grimacing—you could’ve sworn you saw a faint streak of dried blood on the side of his temple—though you supposed that might’ve just been a trick of light.

On the rarest of occasions, you’d walk past him in the hall, uttering a quiet hello. He’d looked at you with a somewhat clouded expression—a frown notched itself into his lips, eyes wearing an entirely different light; one that was cold and distant. He looked like Steven but for some peculiar reason, it didn’t feel like him. And when he grumbled out a blunt, “Hi, Y/N,” you couldn’t help but notice that his accent had magically disappeared.

Weird.

It was a cold night the day you stepped into the ground level of your flat building, juggling a backpack full of books you borrowed from the library and three reusable bags full to the brim with groceries from the halal store down the block. You awkwardly bent down to jab your elbow into the call button for the elevator.

Imagine your surprise when the metal doors slid open to reveal your neighbor curled up into a ball in the corner of the elevator, raw terror etched over his features as clear as day. He was shaking terribly, palm clamped over his mouth and eyes mimicking the shape of saucepans.

A hesitant pause.

“... Steven?”

The sound of your voice seemed to rock him out of his stupor just enough for him to pry his fingers away from his face, blinking up at you as if you were some sort of illusion. “Oh. Hullo.”

You tilted your head curiously, slowly stepping into the elevator before it could rumble shut. “What, uhm, what are you doing down there?”

It took him another couple of seconds to formulate a coherent response. “Just—dropped my contact lens, silly me.”

“Do you need help?” you asked, shifting the groceries onto one arm so you could have a free limb if need be.

Steven pushed himself back onto his feet, legs still wobbling. He looked at you strangely, somewhat akin to awe and gratitude. He couldn’t recall the last time someone had ever offered to help him.

“I’m fine, thank you,” he said, dusting his pants off. He seemed so awfully confused, evident by the slight knit to his eyebrows and the anxious down-curl at the corner of his lips.

Tentative, you spoke up. “Steven?”

“Yes?”

“You don’t wear contact lenses, do you?”

Your neighbor winced, shooting you an apologetic look. “No, I don’t.”

“Alright, then. I don’t want to push you,” you started uneasily, “but if something’s wrong, I promise I won’t judge—”

Steven was quick to reply, “It’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s just… I’m afraid you wouldn’t believe me.”

An eyebrow inched closer towards your hairline. “Try me.”

Clearing his throat, Steven leaned closer to you before whispering in a near conspiratorial manner, “Alright. Here it goes. There’s a big weird bird monster thing following me around. That’s why you found me on the floor there just now—I saw it right in our hall. I know, I know, I sound like an absolute nutter, but I’ve been seeing it everywhere! Nobody else seems to be able to see it though, so I think I might just be loopy right now. I’m scared it’ll hurt me—or worse, someone else. Crikey, we shouldn’t even be going back up there! It might be waiting for us!”

After a considerable stretch of time, you chose your words carefully, reaching out to clasp his tense shoulder in a way you hoped came off as comforting. “Oh, Steven, honey, I’m gonna need you to take a couple deep breaths, okay? I’m… I’m sorry, that sounds terrifying. I don’t think you’re mental, I just think you need a bit of help, is all. If you want, you can come over to my place and tell me about it? I could fix you a nice cup of tea if you’d like, help you calm down a bit? I promise you there won’t be any, uhm, bird monsters up there.”

Steven felt a lump in his throat forming and tears burned behind his eyelids—why were you being so nice to him? Finally, finally, someone was willing to listen.

“That would be amazing, really,” he said, just about deflating with relief under your touch.

The elevator doors rattled open once you reached your level, and you stepped out, glancing backwards to make sure Steven was following after you. He still seemed somewhat disoriented, albeit far better than the state you found him in.

You pointedly stepped over the scattered bits of sand streaming from his doorway, making a mental note to ask him about that later on. Jamming your key into your door, you shouldered it open and beckoned for Steven to come in. He murmured a small thank you, pure, unadulterated gratitude glimmering within those warm wooden irises of his.

A hand carded through his unruly curls as you moved into the kitchen to boil some water for the tea, setting down your heavy bag and groceries onto the counter.

The silence was a comfort at first. It was finally broken once the water topped into a boil and you poured the steaming liquid into two separate mugs ready with tea satchels. You scooped in just the right amount of sugar for yourself before stirring in nearly double the amount into his mug—you recalled that he had quite the sweet tooth. Steven, too busy wallowing in his own self doubt, didn’t notice the copious amount of sugar you had thrown into his tea, twiddling with his fingers as he thought out his words. Deliberately slow, he began recounting all the times he’d seen this large bird-skull creature lurking about the corners of his mind.

You listened quietly. Your neighbor paused in his story to take a sip, humming in appreciation before continuing.

To be quite honest, you weren’t entirely sure what to do in a situation like this. You wanted to help, you really did, but how could you protect him from something that you were nearly sure didn’t exist? Would you need to call for professional help? Was it even your place to do so? After all, he was only your neighbor.

Though, you supposed he was more of a friend than anything now.

When Steven finished, there was a thin film of tears layered over his eyes. You couldn’t tell if it was because he’d just yawned from pure exhaustion or if it was because he was genuinely so distraught from his situation.

You didn’t know what to do.

Your tea, gone largely untouched, was pushed to the side as you shuffled closer to him, studying his vexed expression. This wasn’t the look of a dishonest man. He was telling you the truth—however outlandish it was.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, placing your hand over his on the kitchen counter. His pupils darted back and forth between your face and your now interlaced fingers. “I’m sorry, Steven, I really wish I could do something to help you. I don’t really… I don’t really know what I can do.”

“No, it’s alright, don’t apologize,” your neighbor replied. Despite his miserable circumstances, he still managed to summon a bright grin to his lips. “I would rather you didn’t get involved with it anyway—wouldn’t want you to get hurt because of me. Sorry for just barging in like this, by the way. It means a lot that you listened… not a lot of people do that nowadays.”

A pitiful feeling curled within your ribcage and you nodded. “Hey, I’m the one who invited you here—you didn’t barge in. And of course I listened. I’ll always listen to you, Steven.”

A chill tremored up his spine. Why was he suddenly getting so nervous around you? “Thank you, really. Is there any way I can repay you? Anything at all?”

You retracted your hand from his (much to Steven’s disappointment), to tap your finger against your bottom lip in thought. “I could use some help shelving those books in my bag while I unload my groceries. I mean, it’s not much, but it’d mean a lot.” It was clear that he was desperate to do something, anything in return, so you asked him more for his benefit than yours.

Eagerly, Steven bobbed his head a multitude of times before downing the rest of his tea in one fluid motion and moving towards your bag on the counter. He began fishing out the books one by one, studying the covers and sparing an impressed glance towards you.

“Philosophical physics?” he asked. “Looks like someone’s going to be having a busy weekend. You.”

A smile tugged at your lips. “It’s Tuesday, Steven.”

He appeared mortified for a second. “Really? Bollocks, I must’ve completely gone off the rocker now. I could’ve sworn it was Friday.” Flushing deeply, he flipped open one of the books and tilted his head curiously before reading out loud, “‘We take a handful of sand from the endless landscape of awareness around us and call that handful of sand our world.’ That’s bloody brilliant.”

You walked over to peer down at the book he was looking at before smiling widely. “Oh, yeah. Pirsig is one of my all-time favorites. Highly recommend you read that one. You can take it off my hands if you want—I have a ton of others to get through before I reread that one.”

The book snapped shut and he exhaled a gentle sigh. “Can I be honest with you?”

“Of course,” you said, voice soft and tender that it nearly shattered his very being.

“I think you’re the only good thing in my life right now,” he admitted, the tips of his ears growing hot with shame. “Besides Gus, my fish. He’s my little one-finned wonder. Other than you two, everything just feels like it’s falling apart.”

Pursing your lips together, you repeated your earlier motion, enveloping his palm with yours in delicate motions so as to not startle him—but this time you held your conjoined hands between the two of you, just above your chest, while peering into his eyes.

“Alright, since we’re being honest… I care a lot for you, Steven. I worry for you sometimes—probably more than a neighbor should. I think you’re lovely—and I’m sure Gus is great, too.”

The breathless, incredulous laugh he let out was born from utter relief and delight mixed into one. “You’re… you’re bloody amazing, you know that? You’re so kind, and smart, and—and just incredible, really.”

His sudden onslaught of compliments brought a warm flourish to your ribcage and you averted your gaze to fixate on the tiled floors of your kitchen. You were sure if you kept staring into Steven’s eyes, you’d spontaneously combust into flames.

Clearing his throat, Steven eyed the pile of books on the counter and you promptly let go of him so he could shuffle away and shelve them neatly. Once he was done, he rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. “Thank you for listening, again. I’d love to borrow that book, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all! I’d really like to hear your thoughts on it. If you ever need anything—literally anything at all—I’m right next door,” you said softly.

You weren’t entirely sure what came over you to act so rash. Bending forward just a bit, you pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, nose only barely grazing his cheekbone, before you squeezed his hand one last time. Steven could smell your faint lavender perfume, accompanied by the clean scent of your laundry detergent. Gods, he had the slightest taste of you and now he felt like a man starved. “I hope you know you’re not alone, Steven. Excluding the bird monsters, of course.”

Steven, shocked into abrupt silence at your kiss, stared at you with hearts for eyes, as if you’d roped down all the stars in the sky just for him. The dazed, slight part to his lips made an embarrassed grin form over your own. He was quite the romantic bloke, wasn’t he?

“I guess I’ll be going now. I think I’ll try giving the book a go today.” The two of you walked to your door and you hung by the doorway when he hesitated in the hall. He seemed to be struggling figuring out how to say goodbye. “Laters, gators,” he finally tacked on, in the most endearingly awkward way possible, and you snorted, shaking your head fondly. Oftentimes you’d hear him say the exact phrase through the plaster to his mum on the phone.

“In a while, crocodile,” you replied swiftly so as to not further fuel his embarrassment (earning yourself a wide, flustered grin from your neighbor), before saluting him with two fingers and shutting the door quietly. You rested your forehead against the cool wood, a sigh slipping from your lungs.

Your neighbor was delusional. Through the thin walls of your home, you could hear his strange, garbled noises of confusion accompanied with a surprising amount of crying at odd hours of the night. He spoke of nonsensical happenings and always appeared somewhat lost. Sometimes, he wasn’t even himself, which still puzzled you deeply.

But despite all this, you found yourself to be rather fond of him.

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mrknightsbf · 2 years

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— Grief

Marc Spector / Steven Grant X Gn!Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Summary: Marc is haunted by his brother's death and abusive mother, but you're there to help make him remember it's not his fault.

Warnings: Child Abuse mention, Drowning mention, DID

Word Count: 1.3k

Marc Spector, the Moon Knight, is a deeply troubled man. A devil to some. He was sure he'd never escape from the never ending hell that was life.

Until he met an angel, one to pick him up from his sorrows. You.

It was another sleepless night for Marc, while you beside him were sleeping perfectly fine, he was staring at the ceiling, a blank expression on his face. He looked over at the clock to see the time which read “2:27” in the morning, making him sigh. He rolled over on his side to face you, and a light smile creeped on his face at your peaceful expression.

One of his hands reached over to your face and gently caressed your cheek, looking at you with hearts practically in his eyes. Marc was very grateful to have you in his life. Someone who loved him and dealt with his alter, Steven who you loved just as much because to you, they were the same person, just a little different in their own ways. Someone who didn't mind his terrible past of killing, even before he was Moon Knight. Someone who was amazed by his powers as Moon Knight and not scared like the rest. He couldn't believe he found someone like you who wanted to be with him. He always thought he was undeserving of true love after all the bad things he's done in his life, because he didn't want to hurt anyone else, like his mother who completely changed after his brother died.

Marc Spector was absolutely head over heels for you, even if he had trouble showing it at times, Steven would help him and it would work now that the two have accepted each other. But he was terrified of hurting you somehow. Whether it be by his stupid impulsive decisions, or by his third alter, the one he doesn't even know about just yet. He couldn't lose another person who genuinely cared about him. He'd lose his mind and become worse than before he met you.

“I love you, baby,” Marc whispered to your sleeping figure.

“Marc?” You asked in a raspy voice, stirring awake and opening your eyes to see your boyfriend facing you.

Marc smiled slightly before responding, “Hey, I didn't mean to wake you up.”

You shook your head subtly, “No, it's okay. What time is it?”

“Almost 3 in the morning,” Marc answered.

“Couldn't sleep again?” You asked him despite already knowing the answer.

Marc just nodded in response, his eyes averting from you in shame. He felt like a coward for being afraid of sleeping, because of the nightmares, and because of his third personality. He finally understood how Steven felt after he did it to him for so long, and it felt terrible. It was a daily occurrence, now. For you to wake up without him by your side, for him to just stare at the wall or you while you slept fine, for him to attempt and sleep only to be awoken by screams which wake you up in the process. He hated it. Being weak. He was so used to Steven being the “weak”, compassionate one that it was so odd for Marc to feel it alone.

“Come here,”

Marc was shaken out of his thoughts when he heard your words, and when he looked back at you your arms were wide open for him to crawl into. He stared at you for a few seconds, hesitating to become so vulnerable for once in his life before he slowly inched closer to you. Once he was close enough for you to reach, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him towards you, one of your hands immediately going up into his hair. The feeling of your warm embrace was enough for Marc to let himself finally relax, as he looked anywhere but your eyes, too ashamed that a grown man like him needed such reassurance.

“It’s okay, you're okay,” You said to the male quietly as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“It’s all my fault,” Marc spoke even quieter than you, but it was clear enough for you to hear. “He…He died because of me,”

You shook your head though he couldn't see it, he felt it. “No he didn't. You were just a little kid, you couldn't have known any better.”

“I should have, though,” Marc responded, looking down at your free hand and intertwining your fingers with his. “If i didn't take him there, it wouldn't have happened.”

“You don't know that, Marc. The world works in odd ways. Don't blame yourself when it wasn't even your intention. You didn't know any better.” You could feel his breathing steady out but he still didn't spare a glance at you. Not that you minded. You knew how insecure Marc was when it came to his family and discussing the past like this. You had learned by now to just give reassuring words and physical expression rather than have him actually talk about it deeply unless it was times like this. Times where he couldn't control the immense guilt he'd been feeling since his brother drowned. Where he couldn't control the sadness of his mother hating his being and beating him because of it.

Marc’s next words were so quiet that you weren't able to hear him, and he knew by how your actions stopped and he looked at you for a split second before back at your connected hands. “Don't leave me, too,” He repeated just hardly loud enough for you to hear.

Your eyes widened ever so slightly, having never heard these words from your boyfriend before. You didn't expect him to say something like this before, and it worried you deeply. “I won't, Marc. I promise,” You said, resuming your movements.

Marc finally looked at you and all you could see was pain in his eyes. A sight you'd seen many times before. He looked almost on the verge of tears, like he was trying to hold them back and ignore this terrible feeling he was having. “I-”

Marc’s expression suddenly changed and he now looked at you with a smile, “Oh, hello, love!” A british accent came from the male and you knew it was Steven talking now.

“Hey, Steven,” You smiled back at him.

“Erm, why exactly are we in this position? Not that I don't mind it! But I’m just a little lost,” Steven chuckled lightly at the end.

“Marc’s having a hard time again,” You answered.

Steven nodded, “Well, I guess we’ll have to stay like this then!” He said before wrapping his arms around you.

A light laugh came from you at the sudden action and you looked down at the man with a smile, “Hey, Steven?”

“Yes, love?” He said, closing his eyes.

“You really are Marc’s light in life, don't ever leave him. Because there's no telling if one day I’m gone, but he’ll still have you. So just don't leave him, please,” You told him.

Steven hummed lightly, “I won't.”

“Thanks, Steven,” You replied.

You glanced down and saw your boyfriend’s expression change again and he opened his eyes, looking up at you. “I’m sorry.” The American accent was all you needed to hear to know it was Marc talking again.

You shook your head, “Don't apologize, Marc. It's okay,” You said to him.

Marc sighed, pulling you closer to him and laid his head on your chest to hear your heartbeat. “I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too, Marc. I always will.”

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pinchofhoney · 9 months

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Hi! Congrats on your 400 followers!! 🎉

I would like to request Steven Grant with the letters i) and m) ❤

hiya, thank you so much and thank you for sending request! as steven is my best boy, i hope i did my best and you'll enjoy this as much as i enjoy wrinting it!!<33

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i: i love you how fast do they say the i-word?

Steven is not the type of person to rush into saying "I love you" without being absolutely certain of his feelings. He might be a little hesitant to speak those words out loud because he not only values the depth of vulnerability that comes with it, but also he might be scared of getting hurt. His gentle and considerate nature guides him to pick the perfect moment to express his emotions verbally, wanting it to be a meaningful experience.

But let me tell you about Steven's heart, which is undoubtedly one of the kindest and most caring ones you'll encounter. His love knows no bounds, especially for those he holds dear. It's a love that blossoms in every moment you spend together. When you wake up, he greets you with a warm and affectionate embrace, letting you know how happy he is to start the day with you by his side and as the day unfolds, he finds joy in surprising you with gestures that fill your heart with delight. Perhaps it's a thoughtful text message that brightens your busy afternoon or a surprise visit to your workplace with a homemade meal, just because he knows how much it means to you.

As you spend time together, you'll notice that Steven's affectionate nature is not confined to grand gestures; it's the little things that make all the difference. Whether it's a loving gaze, a gentle touch, or a warm embrace, he makes sure to show you just how much you mean to him every day. It's in those simple, yet meaningful acts of love that his heart truly speaks.

So, even though he might not say "I love you" right away, know that his love for you shines through in every small detail. With Steven, you're enveloped in a cocoon of care and appreciation, where you feel safe, cherished, and truly loved. And when the time is right, when his heart is brimming with the overwhelming depth of his emotions, those three magical words will leave his lips, genuine and overflowing with the sincerity of his heart.

m: morning how are mornings spent with them?

Even though Steven doesn't sleep very well, every morning he ensures it's the nicest one for you. When he's home, he wakes up with a gentle smile, not wanting you to worry about his sleep problems. After cuddles and many affectionate little kisses, he delights you with a cup of your favorite freshly brewed coffee, and despite his own fatigue, he's always enthusiastic about preparing a delicious breakfast, carefully considering your preferences and needs. And let's not forget about Gus the fish! He also gets his long-awaited breakfast along with his daily good morning hello.

After breakfast, Steven surprises you with little notes of encouragement, strategically placed around the house, reminding you of your worth and how much he appreciates you. He goes out of his way to create a peaceful and pleasant ambiance in the home, playing soft music or humming to himself while getting ready for work, making you feel comfortable and cherished.

Despite his lack of rest, Steven remains incredibly attentive and engaged during your morning conversations. He listens intently to what you have to say, never rushing you, and ensuring you feel heard and valued. His caring and affectionate nature brightens up the start of each day, making you feel lucky to have him as a partner.

Even if he's exhausted, Steven takes the time to plan activities or outings after his shift that bring joy to both of you. Whether it's a walk in the park, exploring a new museum, or simply enjoying quality time together, he prioritizes making lasting memories and ensuring your happiness.

Mornings spent with Steven overflow with love, thoughtfulness, and genuine care, as he consistently goes ten thousand steps the extra mile to ensure your day starts positively, despite his own struggles.

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takenbypeter · 2 years

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Love You, Gators

Steven grant x reader

Words: 435

Summary: First I love you’s with Steven

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Steven didn’t know why you were acting strange. You were acting off, not in a bad way, more of just in a weird sort of way.

“Need help with that?” He asked, grabbing a rag to help you finish the dishes. “No I got it,” you replied offering a smile and he smiled back lips in a tight line as he placed the cloth back on the table.

Taking steps away from you he kept thinking, what was it? What was bothering you? Closing his eyes, he tried to recount if it was anything he did.

He woke up running late, greeted you, started getting ready, you said, “have a good day, I love you.” And he said, “you too, laters gators,” and left. See nothing out of the ordinary.

The crease between Steven’s eyebrow deepened as he went over the events again until finally his eyes widened. “Oh bollocks,” he whispered when the realization hit him.

“You love me.” He said, mouth left slightly ajar. “What’d you say?” You ask, not quite hearing his whisper over the sound of the running water. Steven treads closer until he’s standing beside you. You focus on the dish in hand while his gaze remains on you.

“You said you loved me, didn’t you?”

“Yes I did,” you said, matter of factly.

“And I didn’t say it back. I was supposed to say it back, wasn’t I?”

You gave your head a little shake, “I don’t want you to say it, if you don’t want to say it.”

“No, no I do. Gods know I’ve been whispering it under my breath for the past weeks, now I can finally say it to your face.”

Attention gained you shut off the faucet and fully turn towards him.

Steven’s got a nervous smile on his face, eyes decorated with his normal dark circles underneath them, while his cheeks seem to darken and his hands rub together anxiously. “Well now it’s actually more nerve wrecking since I just told you I’m going to say it,” he chuckles out.

“You don’t have to say it right now,” you say with a smile on your own face. Honestly it didn’t bother you that much, you knew he did love you, even if he didn’t say it. But again he rejected the idea.

“Wait, I’m going to say it. I’m just going to say it.” He forced his hands to his sides and immediately closed his eyes, took a single breath, then opened them, finding yours before breathing out, “I love you,” a toothy grin growing on his lips as he said the words.

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simpformoonkight · 2 years

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Incorrect quotes with moon knight x reader!!

Mark : *Gently taps table*

Steven : *Taps back*

Layla: What are they doing?

Y/n: Morse code.

Mark : *Aggressively taps table*

Steven : *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

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Mark talking about him and steven: Tonight, one of you will betray us.

Y/n : Is it me, Mark ?

Mark : No, it’s not you.

Layla: Is it me, Mark ?

Mark : It’s not you either.

Khonshu: Is it me, Mark ?

Mark :

Mark , mockingly: Is IT mE Mark ?

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Mark : You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Steven : Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Mark : I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING LAYLA WITH ME

Y/n, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

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Mark : Steven isn’t answering their phone

Layla: I’ll call

Mark : Y/n and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Steven : Hello?

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Mark : Steven , I'm sad.

Steven : *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay.

Layla: Y/n, I'm sad.

Y/n, nodding: mood.

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Layla: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.

Twaret: It’s not a joke.

Twaret: *sniffles*

Twaret: I’m a legit snack.

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Jake: We need to get through this locked door. Steven, give me your credit card.

Steven: Here.

Jake, pocketing it: Thanks. Mark, kick down the door.

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*khonshu is cooking*

Mark: Any chance that’s for me?

Khonshu: It’s for Jake . I’m planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need them on my side.

Steven: I never realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment.

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spectorgram · 2 years

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dates deferred

moon knight system x f! hero! reader summary: three times your dates with steven, marc, and jake are interrupted and one time it's not. notes: depictions of DID limited to what is portrayed in the show, talking about food/eating word count: 1.6k

You and Steven have been waiting months to get into this new restaurant that opened up a few blocks away from your apartment. It’s vegan and run by a Michelin-star chef, and you had to book a reservation months in advance.

When it’s finally your reservation, you’re both buzzing with excitement. As you slide your shoes on, Steven comes out of the bathroom, fiddling with the tie hanging limply around his neck. “Need help?” you ask, striding over to him.

“Please,” he sighs out, and you take hold of the tie, looping it into a Windsor knot like Jake showed you. Steven sighs, resting his forehead on yours. “I dunno how the other two do it so well.”

“More practice,” you say, leaning in to press a kiss to his nose. “We’ll get the hang of it. Now, let’s go, I skipped my post-lunch snack for this.”

“The sacrifices you make,” Steven says and you roll your eyes playfully, finding your bag and slipping your hand into his.

As you walk down the street, you ask, “Have you looked at the menu? What do you think you’re getting?”

“I’m really eager to try the kohlrabi loin! I’ve heard that it’s absolutely fantastic.” You grin at his enthusiasm as he practically pulls you down the street, chattering about the restaurant.

You’re about a block away when there’s a loud crash across the street. Both of your heads whip around to see some other-dimensional monster tearing through the streets, people fleeing away from it. “Shit,” you say, and you and Steven share a glance before he summons his suit and you form your spear made of pure, tangible light.

Steven moves first, rushing for the monster and you sigh to yourself. Guess it’s another few months until you both can try that loin of kohlrabi.

You and Marc set up a nice picnic in Central Park, sitting on the Great Lawn and soaking in the October sun. It was your idea to take a vacation to New York City and Marc, with a little bit of coaxing, agreed that it would be a nice change of scenery.

You rest your head on Marc’s shoulder and he stacks his on yours, your bodies leaning comfortably together. It’s a perfect day, not too hot and not too cold. You glance up at Marc, who’s gazing down at you adoringly, and you laugh a little, kissing him swiftly. His mouth follows yours when you part and he says, “Tease.”

“Says you,” you say.

Marc just raises an eyebrow suggestively. “You didn’t seem to mind last night.”

You hum, “You’re right, I didn’t.” You lean in to kiss him again when you think you hear someone call your name. It must have been a trick of the wind and you press your mouth to his. Marc lets out a rumbling sigh, wrapping an arm around your waist and he begins guiding you onto his lap.

Then, you hear your name again, louder and more urgent from a different voice. Breaking from your boyfriend, you see the sources and you groan internally. Bucky and Sam walk up to you. They’re dressed like civilians, but the bulk under their clothes tells you that they probably have their suits or tactical gear underneath. “Did you just purposefully ignore us?” Sam huffs.

“You two have the worst timing, you know that?” You notice that they’re staring at Marc and him back at them, and you sigh, introducing them quickly.

“Not like evil has a schedule,” Bucky says. “We told you to be on standby all week.”

“‘Standby’?” Marc echoes and you glance guiltily at him. You had held out hope that whatever threat Bucky and Sam said they were dealing with would be, well, dealt with by them and you wouldn’t have to tell Marc the other reason you wanted to go to New York.

You tell Marc, “Bucky and Sam texted me last week saying that they might need my help with something, so they told me to come to New York and be on standby and…” You trail off.

Marc frowns at you, shoulders tense but after a few moments, he exhales and relaxes a little. He says, “Go on—”

“But, Marc, it’s our date—”

“One condition,” he continues. He looks at Sam and Bucky and says, “I’m coming too.”

“Wait a second, you—” Bucky starts but Marc cuts him off, “If she’s going, I’m going.”

Sam gives you a look and you say, “Marc can fight, I promise.”

“Alright,” Sam says. “Let’s get a move on then.”

It’s almost twelve a.m. when Jake trudges into your (now shared) apartment, wrapped in Khonshu’s armor and soaking the welcome mat with blood. You’re laying on the couch, watching trashy reality TV when he enters, and you sit up abruptly when you see him clutching at his left side.

Neither of you say anything as you guide Jake to the bathroom, sitting up down on the toilet seat and opening up your medicine cabinet. You take out the hydrogen peroxide and the roll of bandages you started buying in bulk when the boys moved in as Jake lets the suit melt away. He finally says, “Should’ve seen the other guy.”

It makes you smile a little, and you uncap the bottle, pouring some onto a large sterile pad. “Bet you gave them hell,” you say, pressing the pad to his side.

Jake hisses and, with a smirk full of clenched teeth, he adds, “And then some.” He winces again when you use another pad to pat the area dry and his expression sobers. He grabs your arm before you can start wrapping the bandages, saying, “I’m sorry I had to cancel, amor.”

“It’s okay,” you say gently, leaning over to peck the crown of his head, taking advantage of the lack of his cap. “If anyone gets it, it’s me.”

Jake shakes his head. “We haven’t gone out without getting interrupted in weeks,” he says. His eyes dart to the mirror on your medicine cabinet and he snorts, “Steven and Marc agree.”

You nod. “I’m getting fed up too, but our lives are… there’s always a risk of that.” You try to joke, “The price of saving the world,” but it just falls flat. You secure the bandage around Jake and say, “We’ll have to keep an eye on it.”

“I know the drill,” he says, standing and taking your hand in his, leading you out of the bathroom and to the front door. “Get your coat.”

“What?”

He scoops up the keys from their bowl and says, “Midnight drive, let’s go, bonita.”

You two climb into Jake’s car and as he starts the engine, you say, “Do you want me to drive?”

“Hell no,” he says. “You’ll get us killed.”

“I’m not that bad!”

He gives you a look and you scowl half-heartedly at him. He shakes his head and leans across the console, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. You see the way he winces a little but you don’t say anything, and Jake pulls onto the road. He blasts Lionel Richie on the radio and you both sing along. You watch him and you can’t stop grinning, and you know he steals fond glances at you when he can.

Jake takes you to a spot just outside of the city and stops the car. You go to step out but Jake tells you to wait, getting out and rounding the car to your side. When your door opens and a hand helps you out, it’s Steven grinning brightly at you. “Lovely night we’re having,” he says and you laugh, throwing your arms around him, mindful of the wound on his side, and kiss him deeply. His hands find your hips and he draws you closer, breaking the kiss in favor of small, quick pecks to your lips.

When you finally stop, the two of you sit on the hood of the car and look up at the stars glowing in the sky. You two are shoulder to shoulder and you feel Steven’s arm move to point up. “There!” he says and your eyes go to where he’s pointing. “That’s Betelgeuse.” Then, his finger traces a path up before doubling back and sliding down. “It’s the Orion constellation.”

“It’s incredible,” you say, and Steven asks, “Do you know the story of Orion?”

“Can’t say I’ve heard it in a while. Tell me.” Steven weaves the tale of Orion the huntsman, blinded by the King of Chios for falling for his daughter, and eventually having his vision restored by the sun’s rays; of Orion whose death has many different version — killed by Artemis, killed by Apollo, killed by a scorpion that still pursues him through the stars. You soak up the information and the way Steven looks in the moonlight, silvery and heartbreakingly beautiful.

He gives you a smile, noting your awe-stricken stare. “What is it? Something on my face?”

“You’re beautiful,” you tell him. Then, you move closer, murmuring in his ear, “I love you.”

Steven flushes and a dopey smile forms, and he kisses you again. When you part, you see the way he straightens up and his smile moves from love-stricken to something a little more suggestive but soft nonetheless.

Marc brings your hands to his lips, kissing each knuckle reverently, leaving you tingling. When he finishes, he looks you in the eyes and says, “I love you too. We all love you so much.” He pulls you fully into his arms, chin rested on the top of your head, and you two gaze at the stars together.

There’s no otherworldly monster ripping through the street, no frantic shouts of your name, no victim of Khonshu’s vengeance, not right now. It’s just you and your boys and the stars, and you can’t think of anything more perfect than that.

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daughterofthequeen · 2 years

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Marc: What are you doing?

You:(Ear on the wall)SHHHH!I think somethings wrong going on with our neighbors.

*Marc puts ear to wall and hears banging*

Marc:Oh no

You:We should call the police.

Marc:No we shouldn’t, get away from the wall😑

You:So you condone violence.

*Headspace*Jake:Yes.

Marc:No. Well depends on the situation.

You:Then call the police.

Marc:No, baby that’s not violence.

You:What else could it be?

Marc:. . .

Marc:😒

Marc:Please,get away from the wall.

You:NO!DOMESTIC VIOLENCE IS WRONG AND ILLEGAL!

*Headspace*Steven:I got it

*Steven fonts*

Steven: Y/n, Pets is on

You:OOOUUU!Get the popcorn! *jumps on couch*

Steven:Works every time😌

*Headspace*Marc:So much for condoning violence😑

#steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x reader #I’m bored and came up with this scenario and I found it funny at the moment #I might delete it later depending on how I feel

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ohlovxr · 2 years

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reader is on the couch sad bc of overthinking and Marc/Steve/jake come in and it’s very fluffy and they’re just trying to cheer you up. “why is my pretty baby crying?” And they’re cupping your face while wiping the tears away :(

there’s something about the use of “pretty baby” that immediately made me think of marc in this scenario. he’d do exactly that. and when you tell him that you’re “just thinking”, his concerned frown deepens because there’s not actual problem for him to fix to make you feel better. there’s nothing he can do other than just be there. he’d honestly probably try to cheer you up, or rather just to let you know that he’s there, by planting soft and slow kisses over your face with little murmurs of assurance.

steven kinda immediately tries to be helpful even when he knows your sadness is just a product of your own overthinking. he’ll crouch down in front of you and hold the hands resting in your lap with all the tenderness in the world and a sympathetic “oh, love,” on his lips before he’s asking you, “‘s there anythin’ i can do t’help?” (you take his helping offer in the form of cuddles; wordlessly wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him onto the couch with you.)

jake wouldn’t really say anything. he’d kinda let you have your tears; let you let out what you needed while he’s kinda just giving you some comforting touches and letting you lean into him.

#i don’t know much about jake bc i don’t read the comics so i apologize to anyone who does if he’s not accurate like at all!!#i’m just going off the vibes i got from his two seconds of screen time lol #marc feels ooc lowkey but also not bc i imagine him like this???#like super soft when you’re alone and especially when you’re sad #kissing also feels like his thing #like genuinely it feels like how he expresses his love sometimes #with the way he kisses you where he kisses you when and all that stuff #random but hey it’s the energy i get from him #also i feel like jake wouldn’t feel as though there’s much for him to do other than that when your sadness is a result of your own thoughts #yk #like if there isn’t some ass he needs to deal with #sad but i feel like he would feel inadequate in that scenario #<- again tho just the perception i’ve gotten from two seconds of screen time and what i know about him thus far lol i could be entirely off #so sorry #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader

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classickook · 2 years

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between comfort and chaos | steven grant

pairing: steven grant x gn!reader

summary: when steven stumbles into his flat one evening, seemingly unlike himself, you worry over him and coax him back into the steven you know.

warnings: hurt/comfort, symptoms of a panic attack

word count: 1.3k

a/n: *taps mic* are there any moon knight fans still around? i had this in my drafts for a bit and thought i would finally post it ! <3

once your shift had ended at the museum, you stopped by a little shop on the way home to pick up some takeout for you and your boyfriend, steven. he worked at the museum as well but in the gift shop rather than as a tour guide like you, and that meant you weren’t able to see him as much as you’d like. sure, you could sync up your lunch breaks accordingly, but that wasn’t enough for you, so it became a routine of yours to pick up dinner on the way to steven’s flat to share with him and catch up on the day’s events.

takeout bag in hand, you exited the elevator onto steven’s floor and approached his door. he had given you a key a while back so you could let yourself in whenever you wanted, and you’d definitely taken advantage of it—oftentimes spending more time at his flat than at your own.

you entered the key and heard the satisfying click as it unlocked, and then entered the flat, eyes flitting past the usual mess of books, journals, and pillows scattered about the room. it was actually quite endearing, you thought, this little mess of his that made it seem more homey and safe—little details of steven with every glance that brought a wave of comfort to wash over you.

“hiya, gus,” you chimed brightly as you walked further into the room and placed your bag on the table, tapping lightly at the fish tank as a greeting to the one-finned wonder.

there didn’t appear to be any sign of life within the flat, so you assumed steven was just running behind as donna typically held him back a bit later to work inventory and clean up the gift shop. you sincerely hopped he would work his way up to tour guide status one day so you could see him more often, and god knew he was more suited for that occupation as opposed to a gift shopist. he always sported a sweet smile and positive outlook while trapped behind the counter, but he was born to be a tour guide, knowing far more about egyptian history than anybody else, and you knew he wanted that position despite his chipper demeanor in his current role.

you went about setting the table for two, humming to yourself to fill the silence as you waited for steven to join you.

the silence was soon interrupted by the front door clanging against the wall as it swung open, a distressed steven following soon after. his hands were clutching his head and he seemed to be muttering something under his breath. it was obvious that he was overwhelmed or distressed about something as he could barely look at you or take two steps inside without stumbling. your heart leapt in your throat as he tripped over his feet and tumbled to the ground.

you rushed over to him and dropped to your knees, cradling his face in your hands and urging him to look at you. “steven? baby, look at me please,” you pleaded.

his head was shaking back and forth, intensifying your worry for him, and he still wasn’t looking at you.

“hey, it’s okay. you’re okay. steven?” you tried desperately to catch his attention but kept your tone soft, soothing, so as not to elevate his stress any further. “steven, look at me, okay? can you look at me please?” you repeated until he finally shifted his gaze to meet yours. “there are those pretty eyes,” you said gently. his dark brown eyes, though usually wide and sparkling with wonder on any other day, showed nothing but fear and confusion as they flickered about the room before landing on you fully. “you’re okay. just breathe with me, all right?”

you clasped one of his hands in yours, guiding it to rest against your chest just above your heart, then repeating the same motion with his other hand and placing your joined hands on his chest this time. you coached him into breathing with you, matching his racing heartbeat to your more steady one with deep, drawn-out breaths.

steven watched you carefully as he copied your breathing patterns until his heart rate returned to normal and his eyes cleared. he blinked a few times and then shook his head slightly as if shaking the fog from his mind.

the cloud of distress suddenly cleared and he smiled kindly at you as if nothing had happened. “are you all right, love?”

you froze, the sudden shift startling you. how could someone be as sweet as the man in front of you? it never ceased to amaze you at how kind and utterly selfless he was. the fact that he was checking on you when he was the one in distress nearly brought tears to your eyes. quickly blinking them back so as not to worry him, you shifted your position to soothe the nervous energy inside of you, directing your full focus on him to keep yourself busy.

you brushed aside a shock of dark hair that had fallen across his forehead and cupped his cheek in your hand, your touch light and delicate against his skin. you noticed the dusting of freckles that were just barely noticeable beneath his eyes and across the bridge of his nose in his own personal constellation. he was so beautiful, you thought. he moved his head slightly so that he could press a kiss to your palm.

“yes. yes, i’m all right. steven, are you okay?” you asked, searching his features for any sign of his earlier demeanor.

“i’m okay now,” he said, tone sure and confident unlike how it was just a few moments ago. steven got back to his feet and pulled you up with him, kissing your forehead softly.

“hungry?” you asked.

“famished.”

“okay, baby,” you replied, pulling him toward the kitchen table. “i got us something to eat. why don’t you sit down?”

before you could get him seated, however, he quickly rounded the table and held out a chair for you opposite his, urging you to sit down first. he bowed dramatically and you let out a airy giggle as he pushed your chair back in.

a boyish grin spread across his face at your reaction, and it was so sweet, so charming, you couldn’t help but mirror it back to him.

once he had seated himself across from you, you spooned some of the takeout onto his plate and observed closely as he ate and discussed the events of his day. the startle from earlier still lingered in the back of your mind, but steven seemed to have forgotten about it, completely unfazed as he sat comfortably at the kitchen table, shoveling spoonfuls of food into his mouth and munching happily. you tried to push your concern away, but you couldn’t quite shake it just yet, and you made sure to keep a close eye on him for the remainder of the evening.

steven was so much more than just a boyfriend to you; he was a friendly face and shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold and someone to turn to when things got rough. you didn’t know what you would do without him, and somehow, you had a feeling he might feel the same way about you. the two of you needed each other, of that you knew for certain.

“aren’t you going to eat?” steven’s muffled voice interrupted your worried thoughts and you quickly snapped back into the present, offering him a warm smile.

“of course, baby. i just wanted to make sure you had gotten enough.”

his eyes widened with concern before nodding quickly. “oh yes, love! i have plenty. you really should eat something, you’ve been on your feet all day. you’re probably starving.” he practically jumped across the table as he scooped the rest of the takeout onto your plate and wouldn’t take another bite of his own until you had cleared half of your plate.

this man was far too sweet to you. you truly didn’t know what you would do or where you would be without him. he was your comfort among all the chaos of life.

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ichorai · 2 years

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stork & owl ; steven grant.

track four of DEAR SCIENCE.

pairing ; steven grant x museum tour guide!gn!reader

synopsis ; you often walked around with a storm cloud hanging over your head. good thing steven always carried an umbrella.

words ; 2.8k

themes ; fluff, slight angst, museum au, tour guide au

warnings / includes ; light profanity, mentions of a past break up, talks of egyptian mythology, you and steven are NERDS, flustered steven being infatuated with you <3 and reader has it rough rn :( this fic is set a bit before episode one of mk !!

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Steven thought you were rather beautiful. Both in the physical and the metaphorical sense. He enjoyed watching you a lot, observing the way you’d gnaw on your bottom lip whenever you were in deep thought, or the way your eyebrows would twitch downwards just a bit when you were engaged in a conversation you would rather not be a part of. There was this expression that he was most fond of—the one where your eyes would light up with awe-struck wonder when you spoke to the tour group about the wonders of the museum, clear passion seeping through your tone.

But that expression would seldom appear. You were a pretty closed off person—sure, you were civil towards your coworkers, but Steven didn’t really know anything about you.

So it was a shock in it of itself when Steven found himself forming a little crush on the museum’s lead tour guide.

It was small at first, starting when he began listening in on your tour sessions. Gradually, he began seeking you out on purpose, finding himself taking the same lunch hour break as you just so he’d be able to see you more often. You didn’t speak much, and that made Steven all the more curious about you.

A part of him wondered if you ever even noticed him. You’d never really acknowledged his presence, other than that one time you bumped into him on your way to the bathroom, muttering a quiet sorry under your breath before moving along. Steven thought you had the prettiest eyes—he’d stood rooted at the spot for two whole minutes after you were gone, just thinking about the colors of your irises and how they gleamed with the light, until Donna yelled at him to get back to work.

It was soon revealed to him that you weren’t a fan of Donna either. He hadn’t heard the entire conversation between you and his boss, but he caught sight of the way your nose wrinkled in distaste, and you calmly gritted out, “Stay out of my business, please.” You then made your way out of the gift shop, brushing past him in the process. You smelled good—something fresh and slightly minty that Steven would give anything to drown himself into.

The next day, you appeared through the doors disheveled, dark bags adorning your weary eyes and clothes seeming a little rumpled. Steven still thought you looked radiant—in fact, he didn’t think there’d ever be a situation in which you wouldn’t look good. After all, he was no stranger to appearing unkempt. Absent-mindedly, Steven carded a hand through his dark curls, trying to get them out of his face.

When one of the museum curators, a handsome chap with dark skin and round glasses, had come up to you holding a thick file of papers and wearing a clean, pressed suit jacket, you shot him a nasty glare, eyebrows quirking downwards like they usually did. Rumor had it that the two of you were exes and had dated way back in the day, but Steven didn’t really like to think about it. You were too good for him, anyway.

He hadn’t meant to overhear your conversation with him.

“Y/N,” the man said, near dripping with contempt. “I need you to review these plans for museum renovations. Tell me what you think by tomorrow—it’s not like you’ve got anything better to do.”

“I’m the lead tour guide for one of the largest museums in England, you think I just sit on my ass all day?” you protested, eyes sharp and tongue even sharper. “Ask someone else and stop bothering me, will you? I feel like you forget we’re not in a relationship anymore, Dev.”

With that, you set your jaw, leaving the agitated curator behind. He called out after you, “I’m the one that broke up with you, of course I didn’t forget!”

Anger bubbled through Steven’s veins. How dare he speak to you like that? He gulped loudly when Dev swiveled his gaze over to the gift shop, immediately averting his gaze elsewhere, awkwardly whistling out a broken tune.

The day passed on otherwise uneventfully—that is, until you showed up in front of the cash register near closing time with an uneasy posture.

Oh, you were very pretty. Nevermind your windblown state, you were breath-takingly beautiful. Everything—from the slope of your nose, to the curve of your cupid’s bow, to the way you held yourself with such dignity despite the fatigue evident in your expression. Steven not only admired you, but he respected you, and respect was hard to come by these days.

“Hi. Erm, what can I do for you?” Steven nervously asked, drumming his fingers against the counter.

Wordlessly, you placed a falcon plushie beside the cashier, fiddling with the beaded bracelet around your wrist.

“Horus?” Steven asked, picking up the toy to run it over the scanner. “God of the sky. One of my favorites, actually.”

For the first time, your eyes lifted from the ground to meet with his. There it was—that expression that Steven loved so much. The gentle curiosity in your gaze made him feel so warm yet so cold at the same time.

“Interesting,” you rasped, blinking at him in surprise. It pleased him to see no downwards quirk in your brows. “It’s quite the paradox, really—he’s considered to transcend the mortal understanding of morality, yet he’s known as a protector.”

Excitement bubbled in his chest. “Yes, I’ve always thought about that! His symbol was used to protect the pharaohs—it’s often confused with the Eye of Ra. Whereas Ra stems from fear of violence and represents the sun, Horus represents the moon and gets its powers from deflecting evil forces.” He paused in his quick words, nearly wincing. “Sorry, I don’t even know why I’m telling you this, I’m sure you know all about it already.”

“I do,” you admitted, bobbing your head once. “But it’s nice to hear it from someone else.”

Good God, if Steven wasn’t careful, he might’ve found himself already infatuated with you. That small smile twitching the corner of your lips upwards certainly didn’t help his predicament.

Your gaze flickered down to his name tag. “Well, Steven, thank you. I was having a pretty bad day honestly—thought I’d get myself this to cheer me up.”

Without thinking it through first, Steven found himself blurting out, “I heard Dev speaking to you earlier. I didn’t mean to, really. I know it’s not my place to say anything, but he’s a right wanker, he is. Don’t listen to arseholes like him—you deserve a lot better.”

A part of Steven wished a hole would open up beneath him and swallow him completely. Why would he say that? Stupid, stupid, stupid—!

“That’s… I really needed to hear that, Steven.” You blew out a shaky breath, and he was partially mortified to find your eyes glossed over with a layer of shiny, unshed tears. “Maybe I’ll come by later this week and you could tell me more about Horus.”

Steven felt himself flush hotly. “It’s a date!” he said, so flustered that he completely forgot the motor functions in his arms and had to hastily shove them into his pockets. “I’m here…” He trailed off in uncertainty, recalling all the times he’d been late to work and other blacked-out days he’d just entirely forgotten. “I’m here most of the time. I’d love to see you here again.”

You broke out into a smile—the kind you try repressing but you just can’t no matter how hard you try. Heavens, Steven wouldn’t be surprised if he’s already in love with you. He could just feel it.

“See you later, Steven.” You saluted him with two fingers as you started walking out of the gift shop and he swore he nearly melted into a puddle as soon as you turned away.

It rained the next day. Cold and misty; a natural lullaby to his ears. Steven pulled out his umbrella, yawning behind a fist as he shucked it open, stepping out of the museum with a quiet goodbye to the night shift security guard.

Much to his delighted surprise, you were outside, huffing in annoyance as you crammed all sorts of files and papers into your bag, looking like you were preparing to run out through the pelting shower.

“Y/N?” he asked, tilting his head and gesturing to his umbrella. “You okay, love? Need some help? It’s raining pretty hard.”

When your eyes shifted upwards, Steven nearly felt his knees buckle. Just what were you so gorgeous for? As he walked closer to you, he noticed that you looked slightly less disorderly than you did yesterday, but your eyes still held the same distress.

“That’d be amazing, Steven. Thank you so much.”

“Of course! I’m honored to be your knight in shining… wrinkled button-ups.” He chuckled sheepishly before shooting you a sweet beam, shifting so that the umbrella would hover over the both of you. You could only fix your eyes to the wet ground so he couldn’t see your own flustered smile. The two of you started walking forward towards your car, parked at the far end of the staff lot. “How was your day?”

“Oh, it was—” You were about to spew off the same old ‘it was fine’ crap you always did, but you stopped yourself. Steven was different—you didn’t want to lie to him. “Not so good, honestly. Looking forward to getting back home and watching Star Wars or something before going to bed.”

“Sorry to hear that,” Steven said, genuinely. “Dev being a pain, again, innit?”

Humming in confirmation, you nodded once. “Same old, same old.”

“Did you say Star Wars? I love the movies—I much prefer the older ones, though. Can’t beat the classics, I always say.” The two of you were now just standing in front of your car, and you didn’t really want to get in if it meant having to say goodbye to Steven.

“You’re just perfect, aren’t you?” you said quietly, looking towards him with such raw affection that it shocked Steven into a spluttering mess. He hadn’t ever seen you wear this expression before—not even for the darling kids that chatted your ears off during your tours. “First, Egyptian mythology and now nerdy franchises, too. Not to mention you’re quite handsome.”

“You think I’m handsome?” Steven was far beyond comprehension at this point, his mind whirling with an amalgamation of delight and confusion.

When you laughed, all tinkling and breezy, utter ambrosia for his ears, Steven could feel his heart give away. This was it, he was going to flat-line and pass away in the rain from utter happiness.

You didn’t grace him with a response, as if the very question to his physical appeal was absurd because of course he was handsome to you. In a way, it was quite similar to how he felt for you.

“Thank you. I, uhm, I think you’re handsome, too,” he stumbled over his own words, shuffling forward slightly—so close that he could see every minuscule detail of your face. The small scar over your nose bridge, the birthmark to the left of your eye, the way your teeth worried over the plush flesh of your bottom lip. “I think you’re beautiful. No, no. I know you’re beautiful. You are beautiful.”

It took everything you had within yourself not to grab him by his shirt collar and surge forward, slanting your lips over his. Kissing in the rain, like in those cheesy romance movies—Steven would’ve lost his damn mind. “You’re a sweetheart, Steven. How are you getting home?”

“Oh, I’ll be taking the bus back to my flat,” he said, fumbling with his grip on the umbrella within such close proximity to you.

“Do you want a lift?”

Steven being in the same car as you for longer than five minutes? He’d probably spontaneously combust into flames. “I wouldn’t want to be any trouble—”

“It’s no trouble at all,” you assured, opening the car door for him. “Hop in.”

Not wanting to protest any further, Steven shot you a grateful grin before ducking in, and you quickly ran around to the other side, your smile so wide that your cheeks burned from the unfamiliar stretch. It’d been a while since you smiled so hard for so long.

“Thank you, again.” Steven’s heart was pounding against his rib cage so fervently he wouldn’t be surprised if the muscle just burst right out of his chest. Even your car smelled like you.

“Anytime,” you said easily, starting your car up smoothly. “There’s just something about you, Steven. I don’t give car rides to just anyone, you know.”

Steven caught sight of the crescent moon-shaped car fresheners hanging from the mirror, jostling as you drove over the uneven roads of London. He smiled softly. “To be honest, I’ve noticed you for a while now. Just never worked up the courage to come and speak to you.”

“I’m glad I bought that Horus plushie, then,” you hummed, drumming your fingers against the steering wheel. “Where to?”

As Steven told you where to go, you drove into the streets, the pitter-patter of rain filling in the comfortable silence. Slightly hesitant to break the tranquility, Steven spoke soft and slow. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but are you… okay? These past few days you’ve been…” The words on his tongue died off, unsure of how to articulate his thoughts without somehow coming off offensive.

“I don’t know whether to be embarrassed or flattered that you’ve noticed. It’s been rough,” you admitted quietly, stopping at a red light, but not taking your eyes off the road. Steven did notice how your fingers curled tighter over the steering wheel, though. “It’s hard to sleep sometimes.”

“Don’t I know it,” Steven agreed, nodding emphatically.

You shot him a quick glance of amusement before continuing, “Everybody just seems… against me, you know? Donna, Dev, my folks at home. Call it paranoia, but it’s just this constant onslaught of feeling like everyone has it out to get you. Everybody but you, I suppose. It’s like everybody’s raining down on me for every little mistake but you’re the only one who brings an umbrella.” You gestured to the umbrella he had slotted against his leg by the car door. “Quite literally.”

“You know what?” Steven threw out any prior inhibitions and decided to be upfront with you. You deserved that, at least. “I really like you, Y/N. A bit more than I should, considering we barely know each other. But I really do like you.”

“I like you, too,” you uttered through a relieved grin, much to his delight. Slowly, you turned the corner and stopped in front of his apartment. Steven wished he didn’t have to get out, that he could just stay in the car with you forever.

The flickering orange streetlights cast an amber glow over his features, pretty shadows elongated over his handsome visage. Your eyes traced over his dark curls hanging messily over his forehead, looking as if they’ve been carded through a million times today. His dark eyes, tired but exuberant all the same, and dilated with pure affection just for you.

“Maybe we could rewatch the old Star Wars movies together. If you’re up for that,” he suggested, a hopeful glint in his irises.

A huff of a laugh fell from your lips and Steven just soaked it up. If he could hear you make that sound at least once every day, he’d die a happy man.

“It’s a date,” you softly murmured, parroting exactly what he had said the day before. “I’m free this weekend. Do you have a number I could—?”

Before you could even finish the question, Steven was already rifling through his pockets for his phone with sudden vigor, handing it to you so you could type in your number. You handed it back to him with a jubilant smile painted golden over your lips once you keyed it in.

God, you were just so beautiful without even trying. How’d he ever get so lucky?

Steven really didn’t want to leave the car, but he pushed open the door nonetheless, murmuring a sweet ‘good night, love’ to you before ducking under the onslaught of rain and sprinting into the building. In his haste, it didn’t occur to him that he’d accidentally forgotten his umbrella in your car, but it was alright. He’d want you to have it, anyways.

After all, he’d give you the moon if you asked.

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